Mike groaned and slid from the couch, coming to his knees behind Claire's ass. His cock stuck out like a spike, as hard now as if she had not sucked h...m off at all. His prickhead throbbed and the shaft rippled and his potent balls were rapidly refilling themselves as, inspired by the prospect of fucking her, his sperm factory went into overtime and spun the jism out.Claire waggled her ass invitingly. She had lowered her head to the floor, one cheek on the carpet, her slender back deeply arched. ...3 knuckles deep. His finger penetrating my very essence until all I wanted was more. More of Coach, more of his hand....more of....something....Coach pulled out his hand and the thought vanished, leaving me sweaty and gasping for air. Coach then planted his face right smack-dap onto me. I felt him kissing my asshole, and then his lips spread, and his probing tounge found its way to my rectum. I contracted it to give him more room to breach...and then.....WHAM!! The sudden intrusion was. I do remember opening my mouth as I watched the head of his cock come to me.Now, I guess I should tell you that the one thing I really love doing with my husband is sucking his cock. The times that I do suck my husband's dick, I jerk it as I suck him. With my other hand I like to masturbate myself. I can do it without him even noticing I am giving myself pleasure and, to be honest, I don't think he even cares. Heck, it is always good for him, and needless to say, it is good for me. So now you. .. but I think this one will serve another purpose! But your ass has reached a point where I doubt you have much feeling back there and my efforts would be wasted whipping you. So instead of your ass, my quirt will feast on your lovely tits!" he said. "Oh God....Master please, please!" Sally cried. "I'll be good! I promise!" But he had work to be done and a goal to reach. He couldn't let himself be deterred - both for her good as well as his own. If she realized he could be talked out of giving.