Dia's Weekend with Coach (2): Dia 2

By Neale Sourna

Follows DIA'S COACH (1)

    Naughty cheerleader Dia continues her virgin lovemaking weekend with one of her school's favorite teachers; Mr. Dean, the tri-state area's most popular and winningest team coach, in two sports!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: PIE: Perception Is Everything
• Release date: Aug 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781938903274

Neale Sourna

Neale Sourna (www.Neale-Sourna.com) is an award-winning author / publisher - screenwriter - game story narrative writer based in Cleveland, Ohio, USA, who "backed" into novel writing with self-prescribed short story exercises to work out ideas for TV scripts and feature screenplays. Neale's first published work was "Hesitation" for PLAYGIRL, May 2002. NS also edits and designs (ebook and book covers plus interior layouts) of the character-driven stories published through PIE: Perception Is Everything (www.PIE-Percept.com). Neale is a member of the Writer's Guild of America - West (WGA-w)'s Video Game Caucus.

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Synopsis

Naughty cheerleader Dia continues her virgin lovemaking weekend with one of her school’s favorite teachers; Mr. Dean, the tri-state area’s most popular and winningest team coach, in two sports!

Dean builds men! the sports press crows.

Now, behind the closed doors of his home, Mr. D’s building a lover to satisfy his most intimate appetites, molding young Dia, teaching her what it means to come of age, while teaching this willing teenager wicked activities to play in all her feminine entrances.

Anything to please Mr. D pleases sweet Dia.

14,210 words approx. / Romantic Erotica (Hard)

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Dia’s Weekend with Coach (2)

by Neale Sourna

Mr. Dean’s Bed—Saturday Morning

Something stiff was poking young Dia’s firm, naked behind; it was a hard, thick and warm thing, all insistent and shit, poking at her round, tan buttocks; rousing her awake from dreams of enthusiastically cheering on the field in front of the entire school and their main rivals, too—completely naked, doing Russian jumps and cartwheels—cheering for Mr—.

What the fuc—?! It was like her mind was awake in two places; on the field and getting poked...? Hm, the yummy scent of—.

I’m in Mr. Dean’s bed! With Mr. D. Wow!

And to confirm this joyous remembrance, he shifted his hold on his teen lover, spooning her curvy young body against his warm, masculine one, as he pushed from behind and reentered her tight cunt that was still - slick - from - last - night’s – fuck.

Hmmm. Yes, Mr. Dean. I love th–...

She reached back to hold him to her, to encourage him; it felt so good filled with him, in his warm bed, his hard body against hers, skin to sk—.

His morning hard on. Mr. Dean’s fucking me with his morning hard on! I’m the first thing he wants. All weekend alone together, having all kinds of nasty, pervy, delicious, hot adult sex!

Stevie’s head would explode, if he knew. Well, I’m not telling him. He’d probably tell my mom and then she’d get pissed and tell the schoo—.

Oh, God. Fuck the cheer squad, too. Jealous much. All those loose-limbed bitches cackled that I’d NEVER GET Mr. Dean, not ever!

Oh, my fucking god…!

Ohhh. Yesss, MMMr….

Dia’s thoughts ceased all their crazed squirrel circlings, as sensations and pleasure overtook her, making her insides dance as her body moved in sweet motion with most students’ favorite teacher, well, besides Dr. Hupper in Brit Lit. Mr. Dean held her lush, naked young body to his hard muscled one, while the man penetrated her juicy teen cunt to the full, stretching her tight.

She really loved the feel of him bare against her, of his bare cock inside her vulnerable cunt, as they rode each other skin to skin, lust to lust.

Did I save that article about Scottish research on hormonal benefits of skin on skin sex? "Rawdoggin’, as Tibby Cross calls—.

That incompleted logical thought dissolved away, far out of her mind’s grasp, as Dia’s body moved in contrary gyrations, around and around she moved and sucked on him from deep within her, and in general drove him mad for her, until her mad climaxes came, triggering his, wiping away, in gasps and panting breaths, any reality that didn’t include just the two of them merged together as one .

Oh, fuck me, girl. I could really get used to this, fucking you every damn morning. And night.

"I don’t think that’s physically or emotionally possible, Mr. D. Plus, my mom might wonder where the hell I was every damn morning, and night; but, it would be so delicious, just the same. She wiggled on his cock. Yum. Yum. Yummm."

Don’t stop doing that, he breathed into her ear, hot breath burning her skin, their bodies sweat damp, still radiating from reverberations deep within. And they smelled so damn good, together; their own sexy scent, together. You’re learning how to fuck just like I love it, Dia. You’re always ready and wet, too. No ‘do you really love me’ coy shit, just wanting it, wanting m….

He didn’t finish, as he wrapped a python strong, hairy leg around hers, holding her fixed in place below, while he stretched her wrists over her head with one strong hand holding them above, enjoying the view of her on full display: her firm breasts and concaved belly with her luxuriant pubic rise.

I meant to ask last night, Baby; but....

We were too busy fucking?