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After the game threesome

Date: 6/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, massage, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen Female/Teen Female, Teen Male/Teen Females, Threesome, Author: only4funn69, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

imagined them wearing tiny bathing suits, splashing around in the pool, getting each other all wet. The two hot teens wrestled in the water before their lips touched and began to kiss each other passionately in Mark's imagination. He could hear the coaches yelling at him from the sidelines to blow his whistle and he snapped back to reality once again. "What are you? A fucking retard? Watch the game ref!" screamed one of the coaches from the sidelines. Mark looked at the overweight man clutching a clipboard to his right. The man's shirt said "COACH" on his breast but his facial expression read "PRICK". His face was purple with rage and the grip he had on his clipboard made his knuckles white as he spewed out obscenities at Mark about his apparent lack of sight. Mark blew his whistle and the play stopped. All eyes were on Mark as he approached the screaming coach. "Hey, I realize you're upset but there is no need for that kind of language or behaviour in front of these kids." "Well I wouldn't be so fucking pissed off if you knew what you were fucking doing!!" The man screamed back at him. "Sir, its been a long day for everybody but that is no way to talk to people in front of these children. If you don't calm down I will call this game and you forfeit." That wasn't how it worked but Mark hoped that little extra would help his case. It did not. "Calm down?! You want me to calm down?! Fuck you buddy! This is fucking bullshit. Don't tell me how to act or coach my team! You cock ... sucking piece of garbage!" Mark tried to contain himself but his irritation had grown too great. "I'm not the one who's the garbage in this conversation pal." As soon as the words left Mark's lips, the clipboard left the coach's hands and was sent soaring towards Mark's face. "Fuck!" The corner got Mark in the left cheek bone. Mark's hand went to cover his cheek as the coach came at him. Luckily the other team's coach got there first and tackled the fat coach to the ground. The fat coach swung at the man who just tackled him but missed. The new coach jabbed the fat coach in the head and he went still. The spectators on the opposite side of the pitch freaked out and began yelling at each other. Some of the players began to cry, scared of what was happening. As the parents began to get violent themselves the second coach said "I heard everything he said to you so don't worry. I have your back but I think you should leave before things get out of control. I'll take care of things here." "Thanks," Mark said still clutching his eye. He grabbed his stuff and took off towards home. He got about halfway there when he remembered Brooke and Paige were waiting for him in the opposite direction. He doubled back and within minutes was standing out front of 140 Cherry Hill Crescent. He ringed the doorbell once. Nobody answered. He tried again. Still nothing. He tried the handle. It was unlocked so he opened the door and peaked in. Mark poked his head in the door and yelled "helloooo?" No ...