smallbutcute
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- Nov 30, 2011
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I can only get this far but would love to see the styory developed.
Coach Ruth
Living in the northwest outback of Montana there was never enough to do it seemed. We were stuck in sawmill town with a closed sawmill. One of the activities that filled the time was the sport of soccer. What made it even more special was that our coach was female. Coach Ruth was a tough coach but one could not avoid noticing that her eyes occasionally strayed to the bulges that were often apparent on the young men. Coach Ruth was a dynamite brunette and yes, was married. However we were to learn in our adult years that that did not mean she was frigid. We soon learned that just because we failed the first time did not mean we could quit. The coach practiced this in all aspects of her life and we were soon to find out that taking the coach out on private camping trips and mountain hikes had its rewards. The coach was very competitive on and off the field. The coach loved cock as long as it was private and discrete. The first time I realized this was after taking the coach out for a mountain hike. Lincoln, Troy, the coach and I were miles from nowhere and I and my buddies kept a give-and-take going with the coach. This soon turned to a sexual nature and little betas and competitive innuendoes were bantered back and forth. At one point she dared us to strip and that was all it took to get the ball rolling. Ruth could handle her players and she new it and as young men we wanted the chance to show the coach what we had! And for her to show her former players what she could do on the field. (more to come)
Coach Ruth
Living in the northwest outback of Montana there was never enough to do it seemed. We were stuck in sawmill town with a closed sawmill. One of the activities that filled the time was the sport of soccer. What made it even more special was that our coach was female. Coach Ruth was a tough coach but one could not avoid noticing that her eyes occasionally strayed to the bulges that were often apparent on the young men. Coach Ruth was a dynamite brunette and yes, was married. However we were to learn in our adult years that that did not mean she was frigid. We soon learned that just because we failed the first time did not mean we could quit. The coach practiced this in all aspects of her life and we were soon to find out that taking the coach out on private camping trips and mountain hikes had its rewards. The coach was very competitive on and off the field. The coach loved cock as long as it was private and discrete. The first time I realized this was after taking the coach out for a mountain hike. Lincoln, Troy, the coach and I were miles from nowhere and I and my buddies kept a give-and-take going with the coach. This soon turned to a sexual nature and little betas and competitive innuendoes were bantered back and forth. At one point she dared us to strip and that was all it took to get the ball rolling. Ruth could handle her players and she new it and as young men we wanted the chance to show the coach what we had! And for her to show her former players what she could do on the field. (more to come)
