Making Adjustments part 2

Lee Smith was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was one of the few stock brokers on Wall Street who wasn’t universally hated for robbing the general public of their money. On the contrary, he had seen the writing on the wall early, and cleaned up his act way before his colleagues did. When the mobs came and guillotined his co-workers in Times Square, Lee found himself looking like one of the good guys. He had cut ties to Bernie Madoff way before Madoff dragged himself and everyone around down with him. Lee was good at seeing the train coming down the tracks, and he was always smart enough to get out of the way. This was one of the traits he tried to instill most in his son Gunnar. He loved his son, but Gunnar was woefully unprepared for what he couldn’t see coming. He never handled change well, and the unexpected usually took him completely by surprise.

Consequently, he knew very well that his son and his son’s dancing partner were going to have troubles this year. He knew that Shaylbeigh, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, was developing, and that there was nothing she could do about it, it was simply the effects of the passage of time. He also knew that his son, who was generally very intelligent, would be caught completely off guard by Shayl’s development. He also recognized that this would cause friction, tension, and dissension in his camp. Having once been a horny young man himself, he was pretty sure he knew where all of this would leave. So when he waited for the night when Gunnar and Shayl to have a late practice, he knew that the night he was waiting for had come.

“You didn’t expect the two of you to get better without your stalwart coach’s leadership did you?” Lee looked at his team and smiled, while undoing his tie. Shayl and Gunnar, on the other hand, could not have been more mortified. They were both stark naked and on display in front of their Coach (and Father!) This was worse than being caught, because there was no way to possibly cover themselves. What was even stranger was how cavalierly their Coach seemed to be responding to the situation. Gunnar stammered and stuttered his embarrassment to his father, “Dad, what are you, I can’t… this isn’t…” Shaylbeigh, for her part, couldn’t have cared less. They were obviously caught, and she wasn’t about to let a little exposure harsh her buzz. She was still riding the tiny waves of pleasure that her orgasm had produced, and thought it best to sit back and enjoy herself.

“Bon jour Couch Smith. Gunnar and I thought that putting in some extra time together would help improve our performance. And your son is an excellent performer.” She smiled a lustily satisfied smile and stroked the inside of her coaches thigh. Gunnar’s penis had retreated like a French soldier in the face of his shame, but Shaylbeigh was far from being done. The tiny reverberations of pleasure seemed to trigger more more yearnings between her legs, and she figured if she had already gone and fucked her partner, why stop here? The only person she trusted more in the world was her Coach.

“You’re right, it was so rude of us to not include you. Can I make it up to you now?” Lee had his shirt off and was reaching to undo his pants. He had been painfully erect for the last 20 minutes, watching his son fuck his protege, and it was high time he had some relief. “Oh yes Shayl, you can.” His cocked leapt from his pants and landed with a *plop* on her nose. Shayl craned her head backwards and sucked as much of his cock down her throat as she could. She wasn’t nearly the sex kitten that she portrayed to the media, but she found that she was quite the fast learner when it came to cock-sucking. She sat up on her elbows so that she could take more of him into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth. Lee had plenty of blow-jobs in his life, but this amateur was working like a professional. Luckily for him she never learned how to use her hands, so he was definitely getting the hands-free head he had always dreamed of. Shayl’s nipples were extra-hard again, and Lee found himself salivating at the sight of her delicious pussy.

“Hey boy, make yourself useful and eat our little Shayl’s pussy? You should know by now to never let a girls clit go unattended.” Gunnar had never heard his father talk like this. Then again, he had never seen his dad get a blowjob from his ice dancing partner before, so this was just a day full of firsts for him. Eventually his mind came around to the same conclusion that Shaybeigh’s did, and he bent forward on the bench and sank his tongue as far into his partner’s juices as he could. Shaylbeigh jumped and nearly hurt herself; she was in an incredibly awkward position. Her neck and back were strained backwards, her throat full of dick, and her entire weight rested on her ass as she wrapped her legs around Gunnar’s head. If she wasn’t used to be twisted around so much she might have been uncomfortable. She was also enjoying the fact that she was getting pleased at both ends, but it did occur to her that there were better ways of doing this. She carefully extracted the many inches of penis from her throat and said “For a Coach you are not doing a very bad job of directing.” Lee got the point and said “You’re right, there are more comfortable places we could be doing this. You two throw something on and follow me.”

The trio went up the elevator to the executive offices of the practice rink. Because of Lee’s donations it was overly posh for a practice rink office, but this is exactly the reason Lee had the place upgraded. He dropped his pants again, and Shayl beamed at the sight of his 10 inch rod. She had her silky robe on again, but now was wearing nothing but her heels. Gunnar was behind her, holding her hand. She performed a slow striptease for them and then took charge of the situation once again. “Now, do my two big strong men want to make me happy tonight? Go sit on opposite ends of the couch.” The Smiths did as she said and sat naked on each side of the couch. The voice screaming in his head that it was very wrong for him to have a threesome with his Father and his Partner was quickly drowned out by the even more impressive longing his cock had to return to Shayl’s pussy. Everything Gunnar had trained himself to be at this point in his life rebelled against the way Shayl had total control now over his body and mind… and he just didn’t care. He did still feel weird that he was sitting but a few feet away from his naked father, but Shayl solved that problem quickly.

“Now tonight, and if we ever do this again, you both understand that I am the one who makes the rules, and you are the ones who obey them yes?” The Smith men nodded their heads childishly, like kids who are anxiously behaving in order to get an extra cookie after dinner. “Good”, Shayl said, and an evil smile planted itself firmly on her lips. She wound up her body like a snake, hypnotically, then just as quickly she raised her left foot high in the air and brought it down on Gunnar’s left shoulder. It hurt more than he could ever think she could hurt him, but he was to embarrassed to show his discomfort. A bruise soon appeared where her foot was, but he did not care. All he cared about at this point was the wet tantalizing flesh that awaited him at the top of her thigh.

“Gunnar my sweet, you will eat me and eat me and eat me until and after I gush all over your face. And since it would be rude to ruin this nice couch, I want you to make sure you swallow every bit of my cum, yes? Treat it as precious and do not let it hit the ground.” Again, Gunnar weakly nodded his head. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, when Shayl just as quickly brought her foot back to her body, gracefully posing on one platformed heel. She made a point to drag her heel across his shoulder, leaving a slowly burgeoning rivulet of blood where her Jimmy Choo had been. She then turned her attention to the elder Smith and said “As for you, Coach, you are going to let me suck that big cock of yours and you will cum in my mouth. While I’m doing so you will gently pull and tug at my hard nipples, do you understand?”

Lee smiled broadly and said “Well look who’s giving the orders now. I never would have thought you’d grow into your body this way, not when I met you as a panicked lil girl with stagefright. Oh, and I don’t get any ‘punctuation’ to my orders? If my son can take it surely I can.” Shay inwardly bristled at the reminder of how scared she had been to perform when Lee first took her as a student. Again in a flash, she raised her right leg and planted it right on his chest, slightly impaling him and immediately drawing blood. “All I require from you is a yes or a no.” Lee smiled again and said “That’s more like it. Yes, I will do whatever you say.”

Shayl withdrew her foot, again, slowly and gracefully, with the aura of sudden violence still hanging in the air. “Good. Well, let’s begin then.” She crawled into Lee’s lap and swallowed down his meat with little effort, using her hands only to gain leverage to swallow more of his cock deeper into her throat. She arched her back as much as she could, and her perfect bubble butt was exposed fully to Gunnar’s face. He wasted no time in lapping at her lips like a cat laps up milk. He was surprised by his own eagerness, especially considering the pain in his shoulder. He nearly sucked her entire vagina into his mouth, then let it go. Once he had cleaned her sex of it’s moisture, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue. Shayl nearly gagged on Lee’s dick, not because of how far down her throat it was, but because of the ridiculously powerful sensations Gunnar was producing. She re-focused herself and sucked hard on Lee’s penis. She wanted to know everything about him by the pulse she felt with her tongue. She assaulted his cock-head with her lips and tongue. She felt impatient and she wanted to show her Coach how she wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. This whole situation had her so hot she wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before.

For Lee’s part, she was succeeding. She had heard so much complaining form her female friends about how they hated to give head, but she did not share that sentiment. Maybe it was the guys they were with, maybe she was just some sort of sex-crazed freak; in the end it didn’t matter. It was her mouth and she’d put it where she wanted. The first blast was the greatest she would ever experience. Lee, being older, had hid the fact that he was going to come, and unloaded a bucket of sperm into her throat. She choked and pull back, putting her in perfect position for the facial Lee so badly wanted to give her. By, facial, he meant her face, hair, tits, and any other exposed skin he could cover. Lee was glad he kept himself in shape, his sperm count was as healthy as ever. Meanwhile, Gunnar felt her shudder as if she’d been electrocuted, and a wave of cum hit his face as hard as it had it Shayl’s. He struggled to swallow everything that came at him, but it was pointless. In the end, both Shaylbeigh and Gunnar looked spent, and Lee stood over them, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I’m 45 years old, and I outlasted two teenagers? That’s why you two have been sucking out there lately, you’re out of shape!” The two would have protested if they both weren’t ridiculously spent from their sexual exertion. “What do I always tell you two?”

Even in their erotic stupor, Shaylbeigh and Gunnar answered in unison “Push yourself hard, as hard as you can until you find your limit, then go further.” Lee smiled again “Well, I see you have been paying attention. Now I’m going to push you both harder than ever before, unless you want to give up and go home. You don’t look like you could handle another go round Shaylbeigh.” Now, if Shaylbeigh had one weakness, it was that she was easily bated. It was very easy to get her angry, and she took everything as a personal challenge. As tingly and warm as she felt now, she felt something even more motivating than the prospect of another orgasm; physically besting her coach.

“Do you think I’m done. I’ve exhausted your son, and you think you can do better? Come here!” Shayl got up and pushed Lee down on the couch… well more Lee allowed himself to be pushed down on the couch, given that he was approximately twice her size. She literally jumped on his lap and started to rotate her hands around his stubbornly hard cock. “You have always had a superior attitude Coach Lee, I’m going to love making you beg me for more, beg me for sex, scream MY name…” Lee congratulated himself, he was always able to get the best out of his charges. Shayl gingerly lowered herself onto his hardness, and gave more signs of her discomfort than she wanted to. Although Gunnar was by no means small, his Father was another animal, and he was hung like one. It took her a few minutes to adjust to his size, but once she did she started riding him with jackhammer like precision. Lee was taken aback. Even with all of her passion and ardor he didn’t think she had this in her, or in other words, that she had such a brutal fire to get him in her. As experienced as he was with women, there was something to be said for an impassioned fuck from a exceptionally beautiful and limber 18 year old that overloaded his calm and cool demeanor. She had gotten to him, and he began to thrust up into her with as much effort as she was fucking him with. He attempted to at least; he knew very quickly that this was not a fight he could win.

Gunnar started to feel a little bit left out of this. He recognized that his father and Shayl were having some sort of battle of wills, but he felt as slighted as she did. Gunnar suddenly had an idea about how to insinuate himself back into the festivities. He knew that there were some sports supplies up in the office, and fortunately enough for him there was a tube of the runner’s lube the skaters used to prevent chafing in one of the closets. He squeezed out a handful and coated his hard-on with it. Lust and sexual malice gleaming in his eyes, he slowly positioned himself behind Shayl. Lee saw what his son was up to and gave him a knowing nod. Lee put his hands on Shayl’s hips to slow down her pace, and when she had come down to something of a human pace Gunnar put the head of his cock to Shayl’s asshole. She froze as if someone had put a gun to her head. “Gunnar! What in the Hell do you think you’re doing! Surprise butt-sex is not a fun experience for anyone!”

Gunnar took the opportunity to gently push a couple of inches into her behind, at which point Shayl lost the ability to protest further. “You said that you could take both of us Shaylbeigh, you had to expect us to call you on that right?” Shayl knew she was in no position to protest too much, being between a cock and a hard place as she was. It didn’t feel too bad since Gunnar had the common decency to use lubrication, but she still knew that she would have to get back at both of them at some point in the near future. She leaned forward and rested her head on Lee’s chest. Gunner pushed the rest of himself inside of Shayl, resolving to cut his Dad off at the pass. He grabbed big handfuls of her bountiful ass and began to chug away just as Lee did the same. It took a mere 5 minutes for Shayl to start reciting every word of the French language as she was overcome with vehement ecstasy. As glamorous as it is for people to say they fucked all night and every day, this threesome was far too turned on to last for very long. Shayl was the first to succumb, ripping long furrows into Lee’s back as she came the hardest she ever had to this point in her life. She flooded his lap with her juices, and slumped over, nearly unconscious. Lee came right behind her, lifting her lithe form up and cascading his own cum across her stomach. Having seen that the rest of his competition had given in, Gunnar finally released himself the length of Shayl’s back and ass. He even managed to get some in her hair, which secretly gave him an insurmountable amount of joy. Shayl was obsessive about her hair, and though he wasn’t normally the vindictive type, he always wanted to mess up her hair, just once.

He rolled off of them and collapsed on the couch, satisfied that he had, in his mind, showed himself to be the equal of both his partner and his own father. He never really noticed how insecure he had been about those two subjects until this exact moment, but with Shaylbeigh’s pussy still fresh on his tongue, now was not the time to obsess over such matters. Shaylbeigh had fallen straight asleep on Lee’s chest. He put her down lengthwise on the couch and covered her with her robe. “So Gunnar, do you think this has been a positive learning experience for everyone?”

“I have learned a hell of a lot Dad. As for Shayl, I think she has learned the lesson of a lifetime. Our performances should be much better now.” Gunnar stretched out and decided that he might catch a quick nap as well. “Go ahead home dad, I think we’ll be fine now.” Lee looked at his charges, who in one night pole-vaulted themselves into adulthood. He was proud of them, and managed to get a great lay out of the experience as well. He put his pants on and said “I knew you would boy. You and my little angel there will be perfectly fine. Just remember, keep pushing each other, and never stop practicing!”

Making Adjustments

Shay’s butt landed on the ice with a resounding thud. This was worse than it sounded, but not from an injury point of view. The 2010 Winter Olympics were a scant 2 months away, and Gunnar Smith and Shaylbeigh Dawne’s Ice Dancing performance was getting worse, not better. Their coach was furious, their parents were panic stricken, and, for their part, Gunnar and Shayl were absolutely terrified of their impending doom. No one knew what the problem was; they had won Gold Medals in the Ice Dancing Free and Original Dance competitions just four years ago in Turino. Almost overnight they had become a national sensation not only because of their come-from-nowhere win, but also because of the still somewhat sensational aspect of their differing races. Shayl was Haitian-American; quite dark skinned, quick-witted, and incredibly beautiful. Gunnar was almost her polar opposite physically; tall and Nordic in every detail, from his platinum hair to his alabaster skin. They were the perfectly contrasted, but on the ice they complimented each other just as well. Shayl skated with an instinctive sensuality that belied her age. She was beguiling, even at the age of 14; the way she commanded attention was like Scheherazade weaving a story late into a hot Arabian night. If Shay was the spice, Gunnar was the meat; technically he was a master of the arts. He could do any move you asked of him, triple and quad axles. He could throw Shay into the air and have her land on a dime on the ice. Some called him the Peyton Manning of Ice Dancing; only some called him that because most people thought that it sounded incredibly ridiculous. But still, it was an accurate comparison. Gunnar was adept at the fundamentals of ice dancing, and knowing that he would always be where he was supposed to be, and would always perform to a predetermined level of excellence was a source of comfort that allowed Shayl to spread her artistic wings and win the judges over with her often literal flights of fancy on the ice.

When Shayl’s wings started to become bruised from hitting the ice one too many times, the concern in the eyes of their entire team was palpable. Some were concerned about their sponsorships, some were concerned about their reputations falling apart, and some were actually concerned for the physical safety of Shayl and Gunnar. As bad as having a poor performance would be for Shayl, it would be far worse for her to suffer an injury. That would mean that they could not perform in any competitions after the Olympics, and everyone present had made too many sacrifices and invested too many resources for the dream to die now. Shayl sat on the ice and stared up into Gunnar’s Glacier-blue eyes. She saw something there that she hadn’t ever noticed before. It was a broken dam, a torrent of emotions, but she strained nevertheless to pick out an individual feeling. Like a bear trying to grab trout swimming upstream, Shayl gradually caught the meaning of Gunnar’s glances; he was ashamed of her. This provoked two reactions in Shayl; 1. She was quite hurt that her dancing partner of 6 years felt like she was a liability, and 2. She was quite pissed that Gunnar was blaming her for their troubles.

“Gunnar”, she yelled at him in her heavily Patois-accented English, “You surely are not blaming me for our recent problems? It is you who suddenly has a severe case of butterfingers!” Gunnar skated away from her and spoke softly, not daring to face her.

“Shayl, I’m the same as I have always been. I take great pride in my consistency. It’s you, You! Who’ve changed! It’s you who is destroying our team and ruining our chances at Gold. I’ve kept my mouth shut for as long as I could, but this is too far. I’ve just now turned 17, I can find another partner. You’re at the far end of 18, you’re damn near over the hill for this sport!”

Shaylbeigh got to her skates and drifted listlessly around the ice. She felt herself drowning with no lifesaver to grab onto. Gunnar was right; she was changing. To be more specific, her body was changing at a frightening pace. She had fought tooth and nail to keep the signs of womanhood from afflicting her form, but Shaylbeigh could not fight time or biology any longer. Gone were her slender teenage hips, replaced with what some people had whispered was a “phatty”. The past two weeks she would stare into her full length mirror at home, running her hands up and down her body. She wasn’t eating any more than usual, and she was training harder than ever, but still, the curves came like thieves in the night, leaving gifts instead of taking them. Her hips had flared out to 34 inches, which looked almost obscene on her petite 5’ nothing frame. What was hardest to hide, however, were her breasts. What had once been little gravity-defying A-Cups had now Incredible-Hulked their way into 34 D’s. It was impossible to not notice them, but Shaylbeigh had done a wonderful job of burying her head in the sand about the whole subject in public.

In private, however, she could not keep her hands off of herself. She had never understood the idea of finding oneself sexy until she saw herself naked that first time. It was, to her memory anyway, the first time she saw herself as a woman, as a sexual being capable of anything. Her legs were muscular and toned, her skin a perfect shade of deep, dark chocolate brown. “If I was candy, I would eat me”, she giggled to herself. She sat on the edge of her bed and blindly reached behind her for her favorite bottle of lotion, Japanese Cherry Blossoms. She squirted a generous amount into her hands, and let it slide between her fingers. As it warmed, the excess dripped across her breasts, drops of lotion clinging precipitously to her large dark nipples. Her nipples had always been this way, and where something of an embarrassment to her, like two loud and rowdy children are an embarrassment in a movie theater. Her nipples always announced their presence to the world wherever Shayl went, no matter how she tried to cover them up.

There was no press conference or Red Carpet event where her nipples didn’t steal the show from Shayl and Gunnar, protruding defiantly through whatever bras and dresses she wore. She lifted her breasts and let them fall, watching them bob and bounce in full rebellion against gravity. As they bounced more lotion find its way into her lap and started to run down her thighs. Shayl started to smooth the creamy pink goo across her chest, spending extra time moisturizing the two disobedient children that now dominated the landscape of her upper body. She allowed one hand to lazily drape across her lap and draw figures in the drops of lotion that had landed there, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on her image in the mirror. Her legs fell open seemingly on their own, and she was honestly surprised at the amount of moisture between them. Shayl was no cold fish, not by a long shot, but she could not remember ever being this turned on. Her pleasure was undeniable, judging by the state of her vagina. Her lips were swollen, as they say, and she had already made a small puddle on her comforter. Shayl brought some pillows down to the end of the bed so she could recline and relax but still see herself playing. Her right hand molested her chest, while her left hand contented itself to run up and down the lines and cuts of her thighs and calves. Eventually she tired of teasing herself, and indulged in the greatest of personal pastimes. The memories of that night a week ago gave Shayl an idea.

Where Shaylbeigh had done her best to ignore her new developments, Gunnar noticed, to say the least. He was always one to notice the slightest details, and he believed that he had noticed Shayl’s development before she did. It was this “noticing” that was his blessing and his curse. Although he put all of the blame on her, it was really his nerves that had let them down in the moment. He had been unusually comfortable with Shayl’s body, as comfortable with her as he was with his own. He had never thought twice about putting his hands anywhere on her body; between her legs, against her inner thighs, around her hips, up the sides of her chest; for most of their relationship he thought of her as little more than another tool. But now this tool was becoming more and more a living, breathing woman, and he could not ignore it for much longer. He could not put aside the feelings of her firm new breasts as they brushed against his hands, the urges to cradle them and mash them threw off his judgment. Her blossoming form pushed against him for stability, as their bodies moved in unison and became one with the music. He felt the round fullness of her hips and behind pushing against his groin and his pulse would quicken. It was an experience he could barely tolerate. He had never been teased by a woman before; his looks and athleticism assured him of a conquest whenever he wanted it.

The build-up of sexual tension that was unknowingly created between their young bodies was something that none of his carefully laid out plans allowed for, and the more he tried to fight his feral cravings the worse their routines became. The worst part, the thing that he absolutely could not control, was when he had to lift her up. All of their moves that required him to lift her from her inner thigh absolutely destroyed him because for some reason she was always wet. Gunnar found himself putting his hand closer to her pussy than necessary, to feel its heat, its humidity, next to his skin. His famed focus and stoicism were coming unraveled all because he could not stop thinking with the wrong head. Gunnar’s father had become a successful businessman by not allowing distractions to get in the way of his goals, and here, now, at the age of 17, Gunnar felt himself already unable to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Gunnar’s revelry was cut short when Shaylbeigh skated up directly to his face. He noticed how large and beautiful her eyes were (but weren’t they always this way?) and how lush and full her lips were (but they’re the same lips as they’ve always been, right?) “What is it Shayl? We should get back to practicing, we are nowhere near ready.” Shayl took Gunnar’s hands and lead him towards the edge of ice. “That is enough for one night my dear. Even the cleaning staff has gone home for the evening. It looks like this will be another night where we end up closing the place down.” Gunnar and Shayl were known for their long and intense practice sessions, so eventually instead of waiting for them to finish, the building staff of their practice ice rink just started to leave a set of keys for the couple in their locker rooms, so that they could lock up on their way out. “Let us just hit the showers and try some more tomorrow huh?”

“Gunner looked at Shayl; between his confused feelings and the advanced practice pace he had put them through today, he was exhausted. “Fine. Go cool down and I’ll change then you can take me home. I still can’t believe that you have your driver’s license before I do.”

Shayl smiled at Gunnar as he headed towards his locker room, “It seems as if this old lady may still have some things to teach you, huh young man?”

When Shaylbeigh saw the large set of keys next to her locker, she knew that they had the whole building to themselves; her plan had found the perfect time for its execution. She took a shower, as fast as she could, and got ready in what must have been a world record for a woman to get ready. She was motivated and did not want Gunnar to get too comfortable before she was able to get him. As she crossed over to the men’s locker room area, she noted how easily she had taken to wearing high heeled pumps. She thought it would be difficult at first, but recently she felt that they intensified her newfound sexuality a thousand fold. She peeked around the corner and caught sight of Gunnar just as he was coming out of the shower. She would be lying if she said she had never thought of him sexually; she had snuck peeks of him in the nude before, and she never got tired of the view. He had a body that could be the model for a Greek God; every muscle perfectly sculpted and present in his movements. And oh the way he moved! No wasted motions, the grace of a ballet dancer, but with a powerful purpose to his stride. She gazed lovingly at the thick cock that hung between his legs. She was definitely not one to get onto silly discussions about which races had bigger dicks; she knew damn well that this White boy was blessed as well as any Black man you’d care to mention. It was not quite so long, but thick, thick enough to cause her to salivate.

“This is so unladylike, but I now know that I have to take one for the good of the team”, Shayl thought.

As Gunnar wrapped himself in a towel, Shaylbeigh Dawne walked into his life, for the first time, as an adult woman and not just his skating partner. Her damp hair fell in little ringlets about her shoulders. She had wrapped herself in one of her designer shower robes, and all Gunnar could see at first was her perfectly painted toenails in her Gold Jimmy Choo Clue pumps with the 4 inch heel. She then opened the robe to reveal that all she was wearing was a Gold silk and Black lace Carine Gilson Bra and Thong set… a very, very small bra and panty set at that. Around her neck hung one of the Gold medals they won in Turino 4 years ago. “You know Gunny, I never thanked you properly for all of the hard work you put in that helped us win this medal…” She felt like she was doing one of her performances, but for an audience of one. She glided across the room like the predatory jungle cat she was. She knew she had him as soon as she walked into the room; now was the time for the cat to play with the mouse.

“Shaylbeigh! What… what is this…” Gunnar stammered. He wrapped his towel a little tighter, but his arousal was already readily apparent. With the size of the weapon he was trying to conceal, he would have needed a sheet to cover it anyway. “This is… we shouldn’t be…” He was having considerable trouble forming coherent thoughts as all of the blood in his body rushed to his groin. Shayl finally closed the distance between them, and her straining nipples stabbed him in his six-pack.

“You were right earlier mon petit ami”, she purred, “The problems we have been having have been my fault. My body has changed, and it was silly and immature to try and hide that from you”, she said as she spun Gunnar around and gently forced him down onto a bench. “There have been some changes with me, can you tell?” She straddled the bench and ran her fingers up and down her hips and ass, in case Gunnar was having any trouble noticing the perfect curves that his partner had developed.

“I know why our performances have been off lately. You are the type of person who needs to know everything about everything. You need to know every inch of the instrument that you are working with. And I am your instrument, right?” Shayl took Gunnar’s hands and placed them on her hips. “Well Mon Ami, are you ready to play me?”

Gunnar, for his part, was… well… “Shaylbeigh… I have no idea what I should do right now. You’re my partner; I haven’t ever looked at you like other girls…”

“Woman, Gunny. I am obviously a woman now. You are used to my girlish body, and if we are ever to regain our form, you are going to have to accept that I am a woman now, and be familiar with me”, she said as she moved his hands up to her extra-hardened nipples, “all of me. And I must know you, all of you…”

Shayl removed Gunnar’s towel with little protestation from him. She gingerly took him in her hand and stroked him to hardness. It didn’t take long. This was by far the most erotic event that had ever happened to Gunny, and he was in no mood or position to stop her. He was used to being in charge, but this was obviously Shayl’s show. She took more charge of the situation when 3 inches of his cock disappeared into her mouth, between her large, glossy lips. “MMMmm, I think you need a better view if you are to really know me.” With that she swung her ass around so that it was facing Gunnar’s face. Never had he seen such a perfect round and full ass, certainly not on such a small girl. He nervously grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart, finally seeing with his own eyes what he had only had only sensed before. Gunnar pulled her thong aside and slowly ran his large fingers up and down her deep pink slit. Shayl took more and more of Gunnar’s large-ish cock into her mouth, slurping loudly and messily leaving trails of saliva all over him. When she felt him begin to slip his fingers inside her, all rational thought became impossible for her. She suddenly knew what it felt like to be Gunny out on the ice. She sucked harder and tugged on his shaft to get him as hard as possible. She had started this, and she wanted to make sure that she got her money’s worth.

On the other end, Gunnar’s mind had settled on one track. He was receiving the blowjob of his life, and it was only fair that he return the favor. He soaked his hands with her, pausing occasionally to lick her juices from his hands. He couldn’t believe how much juice she produced, especially since he had barely begun to please her. “I’ve got a lot more planned for you woman”, he said to himself as he slipped a couple of fingers into her eagerly awaiting hole. He gently massaged her clit with his thumb as he slowly finger-fucked her. Once he got a good rhythm going Shayl’s juices flowed at an even more rapid pace. His chest became wet with her outpourings of affection, and he could not stand to waste another drop. He suddenly wrapped his hands around her hips and stood up, burying his face in her beautifully delicious folds. It was a position he had her in many times before, just not, you know, naked.

Shayl gasped as Gunnar swept her up in his powerful arms. Now that he had her naked, he really was getting a better feel for her body, and he definitely had a great feel for how to treat her kitten. He licked her from top to bottom, not leaving a centimeter dry in between. Gunnar swirled his tongue around her clit in clockwise circular motions, then went the other way round for a few minutes. When he began to feel her torso vibrate, he went into figure 8’s around most sensitive spots, which drove her over the edge. Shayl started screaming her upside-down orgasm into the air, in Patois, which is exactly as arousing as it sounds. Gunnar sucked and swallowed every bit of sweet reward that he had teased out of his instrument, and turned her over so that they were face to face. For the first time they kissed; a mad, passionate kiss whose length couldn’t be measured by any clock nor whose intensity by any words. It was a kiss that solved puzzles, answered riddles, opened doors and unlocked paradigms heretofore unknown to teenagers. In other words, it was a pretty fucking hot lip lock. Eventually the two came up for air, locked in each other’s embrace. Shayl stared into Gunnar’s eyes, begging for something and everything he had. He understood implicitly, and took a black-cherry-dark nipple into his mouth, swirling it around like a fine wine. Being the athletes that they were, they could maintain their position without using their hands. Shayl’s powerful legs locked her in place as Gunnar mauled her chest, and she played with the head of his cock some more, enjoying the way his heat felt slipping up and down her kitty.

“Are you getting it now Gunny? Are you learning me? Learning how to play your new instrument?”

Gunnar reluctantly removed a tit from his mouth to answer her, “Yes, yes I think I’m, getting it, but I won’t know for sure until I know you from the inside.”

“Well what are you waiting for mon petite ami? Come into me, do it, Do it NOW!” “Gunnar needed no more prodding as he became one with her, all 9 inches at once. Shayl was not sure if she had bit off more than she could chew as she suddenly felt very, very full. He roughly slammed her against one of the lockers, manhandling her nipples and kissing softly at her neck. The immediate onrush of sharply contrasting sensations made her head swoon. After what seemed like years Gunnar withdrew, and Shayl felt like a balloon that had sprung a leak. Soon enough though, he rammed her again, and their first fuck session began. Gunnar knew that Shaylbeigh was vocal from their accidents in practices, but the noises she was making now could wake the dead. Another thing that he knew was that she was a tough girl who could take a good deal of abuse. He bear hugged her and started to bounce her off of his raging erection nearly faster than the eye could follow. With the regular pace of a metronome he fucked her senseless, not even feeling the deep furrows that Shayl carved into his back. Gunnar could last a long time with a woman; even at his young age he was unusually experienced, but with Shayl all of that experience was useless. He was less concerned about preserving his cool, calm, in control persona and more concerned with hitting her g-spot over and over and over again. He backed off of the lockers and held her aloft, her weight no more than that of a fine Stradivarius in the hands of a master violinist.

And he began to play; he played his instrument like she desired, producing beautiful music from the deepest parts of her soul. Shaylbeigh reared back and took one last look at her momentary master before plunging headlong into the most ferocious orgasm that she ever experienced. When she felt like her orgasm had subsided enough for her to be able to recognize what parts of her where hers and which where his, she mumbled “Mmm, uhh, fuck me, fuck me… slower, slower…”

Gunnar certainly didn’t want this experience to end too soon so he slowed his pace to that of a waltz. It was as if they went from screwing to a House beat to making love to an R&B song. Shayl constricted herself around his body; her mounds undulating across his chest, winding her hips around his, and massaging his cock inside of her, all in perfect unison. Gunnar would have marveled at her athletic ability and body control if he could think straight. All he could thing was how strongly he wanted to cum. He had to physically peel her off of him (taking some of his back with her as she went) and lay her on the bench where he was. He slowly stroked her, going 8 inches at a time with each repetition. His sweat dripped onto Shayla, and she opened her mouth to catch what she could; she wanted him, all of him, inside of her. Even on the bottom she was active, moving her hips up to meet him, making sure that he never missed his mark. He pushed her legs behind her head (a simple thing for her) and started to drill her again with reckless abandon. His hair fell around her face, giving them a small private gazebo to share more passionate kisses in. Gunnar felt himself about to explode, not just from his balls, but from everything from everywhere, from his entire body. He looked at Shaylbeigh with something approaching ecstatic panic in his eyes. She nodded at him peacefully and licked her lips. Gunnar understood, and in one deft motion had his purple-cock at her mouth. With the most gentle of caresses from her hand, Shayl unleashed a flash flood of hot cum down her throat that she would relish for days. Gunnar seemingly let his entire life flood into Shayl, as he fell backwards on the bench between her legs. Shayl calmly rolled his seed around her tongue and eventually swallowed all of it.

When Gunnar later thought of this night (and he did think of it) he would remember never seeing a drop of his own cum leave his dick; Shayl never let one bit hit the open air. He vaguely remembered her letting a little drip onto her Gold medal, then pour it back into her mouth, but that was it. They both lay backwards, their legs intertwined with each other, thinking about what had just happened. Neither said a word, savoring the afterglow of their hot bodies contrasting the cold ice a few feet away from them.

*Clap, clap, clap*

Shaylbeigh and Gunnar jumped up at the sudden noise; they were certain that they were alone. “Well, well, that was by far the best performance you two have put on in the last two months.”

“Dad?”

“Coach Smith?”

It was indeed their coach (and Gunnar’s father) Lee Smith. “Dad, how much did you see?” Gunnar was mortified; this went against one of his father’s biggest rules, “always keep business and pleasure separate” “It’s.. um… not what it looks like?”

“Gunnar”, Mr. Smith said, “Stop. It’s ok. You two are just doing what you needed to do to improve your performances. You were doing what every good team does, making adjustments. The only problem”, Mr. Smith said, “is that you didn’t include your coach in this exercise.” He strode from the door past his son, around to Shaylbeigh until her head was directly underneath the noticeable bulge in his pants. “If we are going to practice, we practice as a team. “