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Seducing Coach Ch. 01

By: greaterimp



Chapter 1: Dee and Bobbi

Bobbi and Dee were sitting around in Dee's house, bored on a summer afternoon, unable to think of anything fun to do. They had graduated a month earlier, and while they were happy to be rid of the drudgery of school, they missed the structure it had given them. They had both been athletes the entire time, and the absence of the physicality and regimen of daily practice and weekend games was beginning to be keenly felt.

"I miss hanging out with the team," Bobbi admitted. "It really kinda sucks that we have to leave that all behind now."

"I know!" Dee added. "I feel like we're never going to see any of them again. I miss the coaches already."

"You mean you miss Mr. Evans," Bobbi corrected, "I do too."

Mr. Evans had been their coach, and was a favorite of just about everybody. He had a good rapport with the kids, and was funny but in control at the same time. He was only in his mid 30s, so he wasn't so old as to be disconnected, but he wasn't as close in age to the kids as most of the assistants. Both Bobbi and Dee had been pals with him more than some of the other girls, and had spent much of their four years joking around with him before and after practice. 

"We don't have any excuse to hang out with him any more," Bobbi continued, "We should find out where he lives and go see him."

"I know where he lives. He just moved over kind of where you live. But what are we gonna do? Just go over and say 'Hi, coach, we miss you and wanna hang out,' you know, don't you think it would be kinda weird?"

"You mean weird-weird, or you know, like really awkward weird weird?" she said, looking Dee in the eyes so she'd get her meaning. Dee returned the look and thought for a second. 

At various times they had discussed that they thought Mr. Evans was cute. Not like their boyfriends were cute, but in an older man, inaccessible, unrealistic kind of way. They'd both caught him glancing at them in their uniforms in what could possibly be construed as something of a leer, but they never busted him on it, and he probably didn't even know they'd seen him. He was always professional around them, and they felt safe, as did everyone, that the line would never be crossed, or even considered. It just wasn't part of who he was. But still, they were pretty close with him, and more than once his fleeting glance was seen wandering.

They knew they were both thinking of this, when Dee let her smile show. "We should go see him," she said playfully, "What do you think?" 

Bobbi was a little surprised by the direction she thought Dee might be headed. "Uh, you mean like really go over to his house and say, "Hey, wanna hang out?" What are you thinking, you little perv?"

"I dunno," she said coyly. "Maybe we just go over there and tease him a bit. You know how he likes these shorts," she added, smiling. She was wearing the super high spandex shorts they used to wear at practice, and a t-shirt. Bobbi, by contrast, was wearing her baggy basketball shorts and a tank top.

"Oh, you are SO bad. But what do you think that'll do to him. Don't you think it's kinda cruel to tease him like that?"

"Oh, come on, let's go over there. He'll be happy to see us; you know he will. Plus, you know you like him too, right? Let's go."

They got into Bobbi's car and drove over to the street Dee had seen him moving to on her way to Bobbi's a few weeks earlier. "There it is I think. Hey, there's his car out front! Sweet, this is going to be so much fun!" She was fairly jumping out of the car.

"Man, you are way too looking forward to this," Bobbi said as they walked up the walk. "I think it's mean of you to lead him on like this."

"Who says I'm just leading him on?" Dee quipped without looking at her as she rang the bell. Bobbi's mouth fell open in surprise as she stared at her friend while the door opened.

"Hey, coach," Dee said in her most unassuming tone. "We found out you had a new house and we've come over to make sure it's the right place for you."

His face lit up in surprise, happy to see his favorite girls unexpectedly on his doorstep. "Hi, guys. How's the summer going? Have you really got so little going on that you had to come find me for entertainment? How sad," he joked, opening the screen door to let them in. "You alright Bobbi? You look a little lost," he said, innocent of the situation. He was happy for what he could only guess was a cordial visit (although his eyes did find Dee's shorts right on cue). The truth was, he had been afraid he'd never see them again, like most of his athletes who'd moved on.

"Uh, no, I'm fine." Bobbi said, walking in. "Cool place, when did you move in?" 

"Right after the season ended. It seems like all I've been doing since then has been trying to get settled in. Have a seat."

He led them to the living room where he sat down on one end of the sofa. Bobbi sat cautiously on the other end while Dee continued to walk around the room checking things out. They chatted about what they and other members of the team had been up to since school ended. Dee ambled about, making observances that kept her back turned to him, arching her back ever so slightly so that her cute little butt poked out from beneath her untucked tee. 

Bobbi followed his eyes surreptitiously and confirmed that Dee's ploy was working, but she wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Mr. Evans was clearly trying to keep himself from being distracted with these two athletic young ladies in his living room. But while he generally maintained his professionalism at all times, it would have been all but impossible to not recognize their attractiveness. And since they had left and moved on into the adult world, he found himself in a bit of a quandary over how to behave. Dee wasn't making it easier for him.

She had made her way over to the couch, and it appeared she was about to sit down between them when she bent over to look at the sports magazines on the coffee table, turning slightly toward Bobbi. This put her posterior right at head level and facing Mr. Evans, who, in distress, was trying not to stare right at it, but obviously wanting to. It was Bobbi who bailed him out.

"Dee, get your ass out of his face, you little tease, you're wrecking his concentration."

Mr. Evans blushed a crimson shade, and for the first time since they'd know him seemed to be at a loss for words. His genuine embarrassment endeared him to Bobbi, making her think he was probably a decent guy after all, however the afternoon played out.

Dee bounced upright, giggling a little. "Oops, sorry coach. Didn't mean to force you to look at my butt like that," falling onto the couch and glancing at Bobbi. "It's a cute butt, though, don't you think?" she added coyly.

"Um,...yes?" Still a little flustered, he was trying to shake it off.

"See, I told you," Dee said.

"Wait, what! Told you what??" Mr. Evans interrupted, looking at them cautiously, wondering if he'd somehow just been caught at something. "What have you been talking about?"

"Oh nothing, really," Bobbi said. " We were just trying to figure out earlier if you were a boob man or a butt man. I wasn't sure, but Dee swore you'd go for butts."

Mr. Evans did his best comedic double take. "I'm not sure we should be talking about this..."

"Oh, come on, coach," they both protested. "We're all friends, right? Besides, you're not our coach anymore, so you don't have to be all politically correct around us. And it's not like you don't know we talk lik this, duh. We used to all the time at practice." She paused. "So, you gonna answer the question or what?"

He was trying to play it cool, but his face was still slightly red. "What you guys talk about is your own business, and my personal preferences are mine, thank you very much," he said with a false air of sincerity.

"Ha! Whatever," Dee mocked, "I know you're a butt man. I've seen you checking'em out at practice. You're a terrible liar, Mr. Evans." He blushed again. "See!" she said, lighting up with a smile.

"Wow," he said, giving up. "How awkward is this? Ok, fine. Yep, you're right, it's butts for me, thanks. And I'd appreciate it if you kept that to yourselves. Man, I shouldn't have let you in," he again joked.

"There, there, coach, she said patting his knee, "doesn't it feels good to be honest? Your secret is safe with us, no worries." She left her hand on his leg just a little too long, rubbing it slightly as she lifted it.

The conversation came to a halt for a moment, Mr. Evans staring at the carpet, his mind beginning to reel a bit, while the girls looked at one another.

"Hey, can we have a tour or what? Bobbi asked.

"Right. Yeah. Good idea." he said, standing up and stepping away from the couch. "Come along then."

He led them from the living room through the dining room and into the kitchen. Pretty ordinary. He pointed out the basement, which was finished but didn't have any furniture in it yet. 

"Party room, eh?" Bobbi said, looking down the stairs at the empty carpeted space.

"Oh sure. You know me. 24/7, hittin' it hard style," he said with obvious sarcasm. "I party nonstop. I think you know that about me."

"Coach, do you ever really party, or do you just come home and do nothing all the time?" Dee asked. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, and the question hit him funny, since he didn't know if it was true or not.

"Hm, bummer. I guess maybe I do. That's lame, huh. My advice? Don't grow old. I'm trying so hard to resist!"

He led them down the hall off the living room showing them his office, the guest bedroom, the bath, and ended up at the door to the master bedroom, thinking the tour would end and they'd return to the living area. Dee walked right on in.

"Wow, so this is the coach's lair. Very single white male."

"Hey now, be nice. What did you expect?" he defended.

She walked across the room and jumped up on the bed. Bobbi followed her in and sank down in the oversized chair in the corner.

"Uh, go ahead and make yourselves at home, ladies." With feigned perturbance.

"Thanks!" Dee squeaked. "Hey, nice bed!" She bounced around on it for a bit then settled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. "Use it much?"

"Uh, yep. Just about every night."

"'Just about?'" Bobbi asked suggestively.

He blushed again. He was standing in the doorway, unsure of what to do next. It was obvious now the two of them were flirting with him, and it was of course having the desired effect upon him. But with girls this young, he wasn't sure either how far along they were going to take it, or whether or not he should let it proceed. The answer to the first question was only a few moments away.

From the bed Dee looked right at Mr. Evans with her alluring innocence and said, "I bet this bed has seen plenty of action, hasn't it." He sort of smiled, both nervously and expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I bet there have been many a happy woman up here enjoying you and your cute butt. Oh, did we forget to mention? We like butts, too. And we think yours is super cute."

Bobbi joined in, in a fake low voice, trying to imitate how he would talk to them at practice. "Come over here and turn around so we can see it, mister."

There it was, the invitation to the opportunity, or the point of no return. 'Well, here goes,' he thought to himself and walked across the room to stand between them, spinning around to give them the requested view. They both reached out and ran a hand gently up and down each jean-clad cheek. Dee gave it a little smack.

"Not bad, mister. But there's something I want to know. Who's do you think is cuter; mine or Bobbi's?"

He was looking back over his shoulder at the two of them caressing his butt, his cock already beginning to strain in front. "Well, hm," he was having a hard time concealing his excitement. 'It would be tough to say. I mean they're both so nice."

Bobbi stood up from the chair. "Sit here. Get up, Dee, we'll do a side by side comparison for him." Dee hopped up and stood next to Bobbi, their backs to him as he sat back. Both girls arched their backs and shook their hips playfully at him. "Well?" 

They stood there before him. Bobbi, about five foot six and of medium build. Thin waist but wider hips, although by no means over weight. Dee, almost tiny, was barely over five feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds. She was diminutive in all respects, and had a small yet perfectly round tight butt.

"This comparison's not really fair. Dee's got those tight little shorts on," he said looking at Bobbi. She let out an exasperated sigh and pushed her basketball shorts off her hips letting them fall to her ankles, revealing her cute, striped cotton panties underneath.

"Oh, now, that's much better," he said. "Wow, Bobbi, those are really cute undies..."

"Hey, no fair either!" Dee objected, wriggling out of her spandex to show off her thong. "I have cute undies too," she pouted.

"Well now, this really is becoming a tough decision," he said earnestly. "I'm going to need more information. May I touch?"

"I suppose so," Bobbi said smoothly. 

He reached out to each girl, running his hands up the backs of their thighs. On his right, Dee's ass was smooth and tight under his fingers, just as he'd imagined it. He ran his hand across to the other cheek and gave it a good hard clench, making her exhale and giggle. Meanwhile his left hand had slipped under Bobbi's panties to explore her soft, ample buttocks, letting his fingers slide between them. His thumb eased forward between her legs to her soft, fuzzy pussy, rubbing it back and forth as he grabbed her cheek.

"Mm, they're both so nice. It's really hard to say. They're even so far," he pondered. "but like I always used to tell you, ladies, competitions usually come down to who wants it most. So, who's willing to give the extra effort?"

Almost in unison both girls slipped their thumbs under the waistlines of their panties and eased them over their hips, bending forward while sliding them down to their ankles.

"Mmm," he praised their determination. "I always knew you both had the competitive fire burning in you."

He moved forward on his chair and leaned first towards Dee, his actual favorite, who was still fully bent over and looking back at him eagerly. With both hands he massaged her perfect little ass, finally able to do what he'd wanted to for years. With each circular squeeze he drew her cheeks apart, exposing her adorable little anus and, to his delight, a completely smooth pair of small, pale pink labia. It was all he could do not to shove his face deeply into this glorious visage, but he maintained is calm and continued to fondle her, letting his thumbs brush open her lips, and tickle her puckering hole.

She was breathing heavier now, her body swaying to the rhythm he dictated, letting out small sighs whenever he hit her hot spots. His grasp became more urgent for a few moments as he let himself enjoy his long yearned for prize. He reeled his hunger back in with the satisfying revelation that things were just getting started; he could take his time. He gave her butt a swat, watching as its firmness barely allowed a giggle.

Bobbi had stood back up and was watching his obvious desire for her friend's ass. She knew where his favors lay, but that made her more determined to win him over. She let her hands roam over her own smooth, full bottom as he turned his attention to her, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I know you have a thing for perky little butts like hers, coach. But you should see what mine can do for you." She reached her hand to the back of his head, and as she pivoted away and bent back over, she pulled his face right into her exposed crevice. Immediately his hands were on her hips, pulling her to him. His mouth found her neatly trimmed lips, his nose pressing into her anus. He grasped her full soft cheeks and spread them, licking her fully up and down, devouring everything in his view.

"Oh, my gosh,...!" she blurted, as his tongue explored alternately in and out of her holes. She looked over at Dee with eyes half open, trying to convey how good it felt to her friend. Dee moved over to the bed opposite her, leaning on the edge, her hands slightly caressing herself as she watched.

His tongue was now lapping forward to tickle Bobbi's hidden button, then back over the length of her lips, occasionally pausing to satisfy his desire to thrust his tongue into her ass. He loved getting his lovers off by sucking on them, but he also loved the feel of their tight little hole both enveloping and resisting his tongue. 

As Bobbi became more and more aroused, she developed less control over her legs, and eventually fell forwards towards the bed next to Dee. She collapsed to her knees, her face resting on the edge next to Dee's thigh. Dee put her hand on her head, stroking her hair gently while Bobbi caught her breath and regained her senses. She hadn't cum, but she was fully committed to the idea.

As Mr. Evans stood up, Dee pulled him over by his belt and said, "It isn't fair, either, that you have all these clothes still on." She undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, reaching in for his hard cock as she did so. The feel of her small, delicate hand on his fully erect and dripping dick was almost overwhelming, and his knees buckled a bit as he stepped out of his pants. Dee's hand slicked itself with his pre cum, and he was instantly receiving an incredible hand job from this happy pixie of a girl. He almost came at the very thought, and had to grab her hand to stop her stroke.

The girls worked out of their shorts and scampered on to the bed, Bobbi still in her tank, Dee in her tee. He pulled off his own shirt, and completely naked, climbed up on the bed with them.

Dee returned her attention to his hard penis as he sat between them. She stroked it idly, leaning in to gaze at it. A nice, filling size, she thought, and rather long. She ran her loose fingers up and down its length, getting them remoistened with his slippery drops. She tickled the underside of the tip, alternately squeezing and stroking the firm head. With her other hand she held the base and began to massage his balls. She leaned in for a closer look.

He would have been mesmerized had he been watching, but Bobbi, sitting opposite Dee, had placed a tentative kiss on his lips. Soft and gentle, she smelled clean and fresh as her tongue found his and electrified him. These two sweet girls were so beautiful and seductive, he again found himself overwhelmed by the moment. Bobbi's hand was stoking his chest as she leaned into him, pressing her own chest against his side. He could feel the softness of her breasts, loose under her tank, on his arm. He reached across with his other hand to her waist, finding the skin beneath her top, and let his hand move upward to find the firm full weight of her perfect handful of a breast. Gently cupping and pressing, he teased her nipple with is fingertips, as she exhaled softly to his face. Then he felt Dee's mouth slip over the head of his cock.

"Oh my god,..." was all he could say as he looked down. She stroked his cock further and further into her mouth. He could feel her tongue circling about as she let her saliva coat him thoroughly, the excess washing over his balls, now wet in her hand. She glanced up to make momentary eye contact, and he had to throw his head back and shut his eyes. If it's possible for a girl to smile with a mouthful of penis, then she gave it her best shot. The three of them, in these initial moments of realized and unleashed desire, were each incredibly happy.

The sense of warmth and pleasure soon escalated to heat and lust. With his head still tossed back, Bobbi pushed him onto his back. "You need to pick up where you left off," she said giving him a purely devilish look. Her hand pressed him to the bed as she swung her leg across his chest, straddling him, her knees under each arm. His hands held her hips, although more to brace himself than to be in control; she was obviously calling the shots now.


Seducing Coach Ch. 01



"Want me to feed you some nice yummy pussy, Mr. Evans?" she cooed, in total control. She sat down on his chest, inching herself as far forward as she could with his arms still over her thighs. "Doesn't she look good," she teased, wiggling herself at his face. She brought her hand down to open herself up for him to see, her lips wet and ready. "Ooo, and she wants you to have her, too." He instinctively lifted his head towards her. "Ah, ah!" she stopped him, "say please."

Please, Bobbi, please let me suck that sweet pussy..." he begged with complete lust in his voice, his dick being pumped slowly in and out of one little angel's mouth, while this other was dangling her pretty, pretty pussy inches from his face. Every time Bobbi said something to him, Dee felt his cock stiffen in her mouth. She smiled again, realizing how turned on he got by their voices.

Bobbi relented, grabbing his hands and swinging his arms above is head, holding them down as she scooched forward, lowering her lips to his.

"Good boy! Would you like your reward? There you go," lowering herslf down, "suck my pretty pussy for me, Mr. Evans." The pleasure exploded up through her as his mouth closed around her lips, drawing them in as his tongue found he clit. She was somewhat surprised to find that her former coach knew quite a lot about getting a girl off. She continued to lean forward on all fours, holding him down and grinding his face into her warm, steamy crotch.

He was amazed at how sweet she tasted. Slick and delicious, he savored every suck, every lick, every swallow of this girl's juice as he yearned for her to cum on he face. His tongue ran effortlessly over her button as she varied her pressure onto him to guide herself closer to orgasm.

As he focused on Bobbi's passions, Dee felt his dick loose its rigidity slightly. Realizing she needed to do something to get his attention back, she ceased her own oral pleasing and straddled him as well. He felt her wonderful soft thighs next to his hips and knew he was really in for it now. Dee took him in her hand, still wet and slippery, as she moved forward. She held his length up against her lips, rocking back and forth, letting him slide up and down. She pressed the head up to her clit, masturbating herself with his renewed stiffness. She wanted it harder still.

"So, Mr. Evens, you like her pussy more?" He heard Dee's over the rustle of Bobbi's thighs next to his head, yet being completely absorbed in her approaching climax, he was unable to respond.

"Hm?" she continued, "I asked you a question, coach." She pressed his dick firmly against her clit, rubbing it back and forth vigorously, both to get herself off and to emphasize her need for an answer. She felt him get harder again.

"My pretty pussy is soooo much nicer than hers," she cooed, pressing the tip ever so slightly in between her lips. She felt him press his hips up to enter her, and she raised herself to prevent him. "Oh, now, bad boy. Not until I say so! First you have to tell me my pussy is better than hers."

Bobbi, already close to cumming, was getting incredibly turned on by how well her friend was teasing him, to the point where she kinda wanted to fuck her too. But not wanting to lose, she pressed herself harder onto his face to prevent him from talking.

"Oh, no, Mr. Evans," she said, "MY pussy is the best pussy. You just keep sucking me off, and I'll make sure you get a bit reward."

Dee reached forward and spanked her for that. He felt the jolt and got instantly hard in her hand.

"Oh ho, you like it when I spank naughty Bobbi?" Hard again. Spank, and again. "You need to stop thinking of her, and think of me." She let more of him slip inside this time before lifting herself off. Spank. 

This was more than poor Bobbi could take, and she finally began cumming. Dee, very good a putting two and two together at this point, continued to swat her friend's butt as the orgasm began to roll through her. Bobbi was sitting up now, her thighs flexing with each wave of pleasure, her hands holding his head fast against her electrified lips. He continued to gently caress her clit with is tongue, trying to lengthen her orgasm without giving her too much. As he was focusing on this he at last felt Dee's pussy slide fully down the length of his cock, and both of them let out a tremendous moan.

"Oh, fuck yes. Oh jesus, that cock feels good!" Bobbi, somewhat recovered, looked lazily over her shoulder at the unrestrained passion of her friend. She looked down at Mr. Evans, he face slick with her cum. "I bet you wanna watch, huh?" He was moaning as he slid deeply up into Dee, but was only able to manage a fervent, "Oh, yeah. Yes, please?" 

"Good boy," Bobbi smiled at his good behavior, and rolled over off of him, collapsing to the bed.

Dee was now thoroughly enjoying her position, and was well on her way to a quick orgasm. She'd always been a highly sexual girl, and was readily able to cum. With her hands on Mr. Evan's abdomen, she held her head back and was rocking eagerly against his hips, driving his long, solid dick as far up into her as she could get it. Each thrust force a delightful combination of gleeful squeal and lustful moan from her throat, increasing in volume as she increased the frequency. Soon she was bucking hard, holding him deep inside her as her orgasm began to break over her. Her thighs involuntarily tightened around his as she steadied herself by digging her fingers into his skin. Each movement of her hips now brought another wave of pleasure as she pressed his cock up into her, squeezing it with her contracting pussy.

Through sheer will he was able to keep himself from cumming into her glorious, smooth snatch. There was plenty more fun to be had, and he wasn't about to blow his load now. He could tell by the look on Bobbi's face that she wanted a go at him as well. Sure enough, without waiting for Dee to relax completely she simply pushed her over onto the bed and climbed up on Mr. Evans.

"My turn, Mr. Fucktoy. Hope you have enough control to give me the same treatment." She held his dick to her lips and eased herself down onto it. She was still wet from her earlier orgasm, and he easily slipped all the way in. Her more ample thighs and ass felt incredible against his skin compared to the petite but furious fuck he'd just received. He held her waist fast to him, holding her down on him while he enjoyed the sensation of contact with her skin. She obliged him by grinding her hips in slow circles while his cock probed deeply within her.

Dee lay down on the bed next to Mr. Evans, cuddling up to him, kissing his face. He turned his head to meet her kiss, and their eyes locked momentarily. While he was totally immersed in lust, he wasn't sure if there was something akin to love he felt for this tiny young woman. He was completely enraptured by her now, even as her best friend was thoroughly enveloping his cock.

She smiled at him, perhaps guessing what he was thinking. Taking his head in her hands she gently turned his face upwards, and nuzzled up to his ear. Giving kisses that would have melted solid steel, her tongue meandered about his earlobe, her breath easing out with mind-bending sultriness. As if that weren't bad enough, she then began to whisper to him.

She cupped her hand over his ear. In a voice barely audible she said, "I know you want to fuck me again, don't you." Just the sound of her voice in his ear made his dick swell.

"Oh, wow, Dee. What did you tell him? He just got really hard." 

Dee looked up and smiled her own devilish smile. "Wouldn't you like to know." Returning to his ear, she cooed, "You want to fuck me again and again." She paused, while Bobbi let out a moan of satisfaction. "Oh, god, Dee. Keep talking to him. It feels so good when he gets hard like that." She began to really ride his cock now, lifting herself up and down on it, her flesh making a wonderful smacking sound as she came down onto him.

Dee continued, as slowly and sweetly as possible, "And you know what? I'm going to let you." She moved her hand from his ear to his chest as she began to caress him while Bobbi looked down at both of them, fucking her best fuck on his ever stiffening pole.

Mr. Evans was finally beginning to lose control, between Bobbi's wild abandon and Dee's incredibly sensual ear play. He knew he wouldn't be able to stave off the inevitable explosion much longer, especially with Dee's confirmation that he'd have more opportunities in the future. The game now was to try to last as long as he could, to resist the final charms of his favorite nymph, while the other, for lack of better words, fucked his brains out.

"I'm going to come over whenever you want, Mr. Evans, and give my cute little bootie to you," she went on, still slowly whispering, but now audible enough for Bobbi to hear, which she probably would have had she not been moaning loudly as she approached another orgasm.

"Would you like that, Mr. Evans? Your own little sex kitten at your beck and call? All you have to do is cum in Bobbi's sweet," she lingered, "wet," and again, "pussy." Unimaginably hard now, Bobbi was fully cumming on him, letting out repeated loud screams as she did so while slamming down onto him. He was trying as best he could to hold back his cum, to stretch it out as far as possible, even though he wanted so badly to let it go, and Dee was going to talk it right out of him anyway.

"Can you do that, Mr. Evans? Can you shoot that thick, hot, cum, right up in there?" Her voice was as sweet as the pie he was fucking. "see how good she's cumming on your dick? See how that, nice, big, cock of yours is disappearing into her furry cunt?. Fuck it, Mr. Evans. Fuck it hard and cum in it for me. Right now. Do it. Fuck it, Mr. Evans." 

It was over now, he could feel his semen getting its long running start deep in his balls. Bobbi let out one last "Oh my god...!" as his cock swelled to it's fullest, even bigger still than she thought it could. He gripped her thighs and plunged upward with his hips trying to fuck straight through her with everything he had. And still Dee kept whispering to him.

"Oh, yes, good boy. Cum for me, Mr. Evans. Put all your sweet, yummy cum in her." The first jet shot out of him like no other orgasm he'd ever experienced, and he let out a shout of pleasure and desperation. Enormous waves tore through is loins as he pushed spurt after spurt up into Bobbi, who continued to cum with every successive blast. "More. Give her more, keep going," Dee said out loud as he heaved his whole body upwards at her friend. "Keep cumming in her. Oh god, yes."

The last of his semen spent, he held himself suspended from Bobbi, who was shaking with the aftershocks of an equally groundbreaking experience. He ust hung there in space, his body fully flexed, holding on to the pleasure that echoed from his groin, unable to let go. Dee, propped up on her elbow now, her hand still caressing his chest, kissed his cheek; a strangely sweet gesture considering the absolute wanton nature of what had just transpired. He laughed out loud as he began to regain his senses, partly at the irony of the kiss, but mostly at the ridiculous enormity of his orgasm, and the total satisfaction these girls had given him. 

He let go and fell back on the bed, Bobbi tumbling down after him, arms out to her sides, her head resting on his chest. His dick, softening in her, felt delicious in her slick, cummy slot. He flexed again, a vain attempt to squeeze one last drop into her. She giggled at the effort, her own body reacting to it with a last tiny wave of pleasure.

"Yay!" Dee said with juvenile delight. "Good for you, Mr. Evans. That was pretty fun, Bobbi, huh?" They could only let out breathless laughs as they lay panting. Dee put her face up to his, and he rolled his head to meet her. She kissed him; long and soft and genuine. His body still smoldering, a new wave of passion swept over him, bursting out from his heart for this girl. 

She whispered, "I wasn't kidding, mister. I'll come back anytime you want now that we know what we can do for each other." He smiled, and she kissed him again.

"How about now," he said.



Seducing Coach Ch. 02



Intro: The second of the series, this continues the relation between Dee and Mr. Evans. It's highly conversational, and doesn't jump right to the sex, so don't expect that. I'm interested in exploring a realistic development between the characters. Hopefully you find the set up worth it when the sex heats up.

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Dee gave Mr. Evans, her former coach, a call a few days after she and her friend Bobbi had spent an afternoon seducing him at his home. Having just graduated earlier that summer, they had found themselves bored and had stopped by to see his new place, then took their relationship with him to a whole new level by having an intense threesome in his bedroom after a tour of the house. During their adventure, Dee had promised to come back whenever he wanted now that they had discovered their mutually satisfying desires for one another.

In the days that followed Mr. Evans was unsure if he should take her up on the offer. It seemed a bit risky, to say the least, to be fooling around with his recent graduates, even though it was all perfectly legal. He was pretty sure neither the administration nor parents of his current athletes would look favorably upon the situation. If this event had come to light, he'd likely never be allowed to work in the field again.

Because of this he'd been very worried about how things would proceed. Much of him hoped it would be an isolated incident. The professional thing to do would be to not allow it to happen again, and hope that the girls would never speak of it to anyone, as they had promised to do. They liked and respected him enough to protect him, and were perfectly aware of the potential danger of their collective actions.

But another part of him was ecstatic at the prospect of what might continue to be. Dee had long been a favorite of his, and not simply because of the physical attraction. Almost all of the girls he worked with were attractive to some degree. They were athletes in the prime of their lives, how could they not? But between Dee and him there had been a tighter bond than there had been with the others. Their personalities matched up nicely, and she had all the traits that he looked for in a woman: smart, witty, energetic. Obviously she was far too young to be involved with, but he had the sense that if their ages were closer, had they been of the same generation, there would certainly be a strong chemistry between them. He harbored no illusions, however, and while it was pleasant enough to think about, he knew it was nothing to be hoped for. It simply wouldn't, it couldn't, happen.

So he decided not to pursue it. In the days since he thought constantly of Dee or Bobbi and what had happened, but he made no effort to contact either of them, and had begun to think of it as something to be cherished as a crazy event that would stick in his memory. So when he got the call in the evening later in the week he didn't know what to say. As had happen the first time, it was Dee who moved things forward.

"Hi, Mr. Evans," she said without a trace of suggestion when he answered his cell.

"Hey, Dee," he countered flatly, although his heart immediately raced.

"How're you doing?" she asked with the expected irony in her voice, 'now that we've fucked each other silly' the question continued unspoken. 

"Oh, you know, really pretty good, actually," he sort of laughed, trying to play along. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much, just hanging around the house. I might see what Bobbi's up to later and go out, but I'm not sure. Hey, I was wondering," as if the thought just occurred to her, "should I still call you Mr. Evans, or can I call you Mark now?"

"You can call me whatever, or whenever, you like," he responded, nonchalantly.

"Ok, then. Mark." Then she giggled. "That feels weird to say; it'll take some getting used to. I might still just call you Mr. Evans."

"Suit yourself. I'm gonna keep calling you Dee," he said to be a smart ass.

"What?? I'm not Miss Chandler now that I've graduated and am all grown up?" playing along in a wounded voice. "I thought I'd get to be treated with a little more respect than that, being all worldly wise and mature and all. Hmph."

"Oh, alright, he acquiesced, "Miss Chandler. How's that?"

"That's better. But my friends call me Dee, so you can too," she teased. "So, I wanted to talk about what happened the other day."

Uh oh, here it comes, he thought. Either it was about to be all over, or all good, one of the two. "Ok, what about it?" he said, trying to conceal both anticipation and trepidation.

"Well," she began slowly, "I've been thinking about it, you know, about how it was a whole lot of fun, and how I kinda want to keep doing that with you if it's ok." She paused for a second, then continued, "but before it happens again I want to get to know more about what you like."

"You mean you want me to tell you what I like about sex?" he asked, encouraged by her direction. 

"Yeah, I guess." She thought a second for a better way to explain it. "It's like, I know a little about what you like now, because you obviously liked everything we were doing. But when I started whispering to you, while Bobbi was on top of you, it was like a whole other part of you came out. You got so completely aroused by my talking to you, and it really turned me on to be able to do that to you. So I figure if we talk about it more it might make it even better next time. Plus, you know, I bet you know a bit more about it than I do at this point. Sex, I mean."

He'd been with a number of girls before, all of them fun, some more adventurous than others, and each with her special attributes. But he'd never encountered a woman who had specifically asked him what he wanted point blank, much less everything. Now here was this sweet little vixen, for whom he was already having strong emotional feelings, on top of the pure, raging lust he felt, asking him to confess his every desire.

"You're quite an interesting girl, Dee," he said contemplatively. She really was turning out to be unlike anyone he'd ever been with. "So how do you want to go about this?"

"Well, here's what I was thinking," her voice perking up. "I'll ask the questions and you give the answers, and when I feel like I know enough about you, I'll come back over and we can have some more fun."

"Ah, so you get to say when. I suppose that's fair." A woman in control, he liked that. "I hope I get to see you sooner than later, though. Hurry up and ask, already, will ya?" 

"Jeez, calm down, big boy," she said playfully. "I'll be able to tell if your trying to rush it, so you'd better just relax and get ready to chat for a while."

"Oh, alright, if I must," he pouted. This could really be a whole lot of fun-- sexual psychoanalysis with a hot coed. Then he thought to ask, "Hey, do I get to ask any questions? I mean, am I going to get to know what you like also, or do I just have to wait and find out?"

"Oh, you can ask, too. I have nothing to hide," she said confidently. "Maybe I'll even volunteer some stuff as we go along, but only if you're a good boy an answer all the questions. So, ready? Question number one. Do you masturbate?"

"Well, yes, of course. Otherwise I'd go nuts, so to speak."

"Ha, ha," she droned at his lame joke. "So what do you like to think about when you do?"

"Well, first of all, I do it when I can't have sex with someone else, it's not like it's my preference. It's really done more out of necessity. As for what I think about, that totally depends on my mood."

"Ok," she said, "well, have you masturbated since we were over?"

"Yes, and of course I thought about you and Bobbi again."

"How about before we came over. What was the last thing you were thinking of when you masturbated?"

"I was probably watching porn, which is almost always what I do. Girl-girl stuff, mostly. Sometimes just girls masturbating."

"Oh really?" She seemed genuinely intrigued. "You don't like watching regular girl-guy sex? I thought that's what all guys were into."

"Maybe sometimes, but I'm really more interested in watching the girls get off, so I usually just take the guys out of the equation. Plus girl-guy porn is so fake, I hate how unrealistic it is. Not that any porn isn't totally fake, just that it doesn't turn me on to watch some huge cock just banging away at a set of fake boobs. So I try to find stuff that either emphasizes the female enjoyment, or even better shows actual female orgasms." He found talking about all this to be more easy and intriguing than he thought it might.

"Huh," she pondered, "so watching girls get off gets you off?" 

"Yep," he continued, "It's the same when I'm with someone. Turning them on and making them cum as much a possible is what does it for me. So I try to get them to cum as much as I can before I finally have to. I've never been really able to cum more than once unless there's some time in between, like a few hours. So I make the best of it while I can, I guess. Poke while the iron is hot."

She giggled at his continued deliberately bad jokes. It was part of his charm. "If you're not going to take this seriously, mister, we don't have to continue," she chided.

"Oh, come on, it was a good joke," he protested meekly. "I'll be good, I promise, Miss Chandler.

"That's better, Mr. Evans. I wouldn't want to have to come over there and spank you, now would I?"

"Well, I would. And I've got the wood right here to prove it..."

"Enough!" she said, laughing and rolling her eyes on the other end of the line. "So, more about these girls you watch. Do you like to watch your girlfriends masturbate?"

"I would love that, but I've never had one who would do that for me. In fact, most of the girls I've been with don't like or understand the whole idea of porn, and some of them didn't even masturbate."

"What??" she was surprised. "What kind of girl doesn't play with herself? I'd never make it through the week!"

"Oh, girl, you're killing me." His pulse was racing at the thought of her hot little naked body lying on the bed, fingers between her legs, her eyes closed, cumming. "Do I get to see that sometime? Pretty, please?"

"Mmmmmaybe," she toyed. "Keep talkin' buddy and we'll see how you do. So is that your favorite fantasy?"

"Hm, maybe. But maybe not. It's just part of a litany of perversions I carry with me through the day. I don't really have a favorite fantasy, per se. Just a lot of things I like doing to girls."

"Like what?"

"Well, my favorite thing to do is probably going down on someone. I'm a big fan of a nice, smooth, tasty pussy. And it's a really great way to get a girl off."

"Yeah, I've noticed you're pretty good at that. I was surprised watching you with Bobbi. No offense, you know, but you don't expect your coach to be a world class pussy licker, right?"

"No offense taken. I think I'm going to surprise you in a lot of ways. Anyway, I'm always eager to devour a woman if she'll let me. I like everything about them down there, and I just love, um, well, to put it bluntly, tonguing ass."

"Wow, didn't see that coming," she said.

"Are being sarcastic?"

"No, not really," she went on. "I mean, obviously you enjoyed doing that to Bobbi, who also seemed to like it. And you've already confessed to being a bootie man, so I guess it would make sense. But I don't know, you seem like such a nice, normal guy. Who knew what your dirty little mind had been thinking all this time."

"Well, you asked," he said. "So let me ask you this? Would you like having my tongue in your butt?"

"Mr. Evans! One does not ask such things of a lady," she said with mocking prudence, but then went on, "I guess so. I've never had it done to me, and it's not something I ever really though about. I guess I might have rubbed it a bit sometimes playing with myself, but not really as a way of pleasing myself. Maybe that's something I'll learn from you."

"The pleasure will be all mine. Oops, I mean yours. Dangit."

"Ha, caught you!" she said. "So you are thinking about your own needs after all."

"Well, yeah, but you know, I think the fun of sex should be that each person is trying to out please the other. That's when it gets really crazy good."

"Wow, what a great way to think about it. Makes me wanna come over and fuck you right now," she said, knowing how much it would get him riled. "Ok, so tell me your next favorite thing."

His mind had leapt forward to the thought of her over at his house again, underneath him, smiling as his rock hard dick pushed deep into her yummy slit, and he had to forcibly pull himself back. "You know, it's not fair, you taunting me like that."

"Fuck fair, Mr. Evans. I am here to taunt you mercilessly, and when I'm done you can fairly fuck me. Answer the question, please. What's your next favorite thing to do?"

"Ouch." He was completely distracted and aroused now, so he said, "Well, at the moment it would be to get myself behind you and fuck up against that marvelous little round butt of yours, if for no other purpose than to put you in your place, you tease."

"Hee, hee. You ok over there? I'm sorry to get you all worked up. I'll try to control myself. So is that your next favorite, from behind?"

He closed his eyes and concentrated for a second, letting out an exasperated sigh as he regained his thoughts. His was fully erect in his jeans now, and had momentarily thought he'd have to bring it out while her talked to her, but knew that would ruin the conversation, or at least his end of it. This girl was simply the most sexually charged thing he'd ever encountered, and it was clear to him that she had enormous power over him. It was equally clear that he was perfectly willing to follow her wherever she'd take him.

"Ok, calming down. Breathing..." He managed to return. "Well, maybe, but you know what I really like, in an unspecific sort of way? I like to see who I'm with smiling. You know? Being happy, really happy while we fuck. It's the most amazing turn on to be moving in and out of someone knowing they're totally enjoying it. I mean, of course when it starts to get really heavy and sweaty the smiles are replaced by moans and animal passion. But before that, sweet smiles from pretty girls get me going."

"I know what gets you going even more." She said.

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Someone talking to you."

She was right, of course. It was so obvious he'd forgotten. Even now while they were talking he was fully aroused. "Oh yeah, you're totally right on that one. But hey, smiles are still good."

"Ok, next question. What about clothes? I know you like the cute little shorts all the girls wear at practice. Anything else? Do you like sexy lingerie or anything like that?"

"I love outfits. And I love keeping them on throughout. A half dressed girl is a big turn on. Skirt hiked up, dress open, shirt up around shoulders or tank around waist. There's something about 'almost naked' that beats 'totally naked' just about every time. But my true weakness is socks. Kneehighs. I don't really know why, but girls in socks and nothing else just kills me."

"Ok, wow, good answer. And you know what? I think I'm done asking questions for now. Do you want to ask me anything in return?" He thought about it for a second. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you, Mr. Evans. Mark. Whatever. I feel safe and horny around you at the same time, and I really like sex a lot. Not that I'm a raging slut or anything, but I've had some experience with it. But all the boys I've been with have been, you know, just boys interested in getting off. When me and Bobbi came over I had no idea what would really happen, I just wanted to hang out and tease you a bit, maybe fool around. But you turned out to be so good at it, and I can tell you really care about it while you're doing it, and you're really attentive to who you're with. So I want to keep seeing you, both to enjoy it and learn from it."

"You're a dream come true, Dee. I'm happy to be here for you." The understatement of the year, he thought. But he still had more questions. "Let me ask you this, then," he started.

"Wait, how about this," she interrupted. "How about I come over there and you can ask me more questions in person? Sound good? Good. I'll be right over." And with that she hung up.

"Jesus, what a fucking minx!" he said out loud, closing his cell. He got up and looked around his house. He knew where Dee lived, and even if she took her time she would be there in less than fifteen minutes. He did some straightening, put the dishes into the sink, and checked himself in the mirror. Tee shirt and jeans again, real class, he thought to himself. At least he couldn't be accused of putting on airs. By the time he was considering whether or not he should change the doorbell rang.

And there she was, standing under his porch light; Dee, in all her diminutive, perky glory. Short braided pigtails in her straight sandy hair, just brushing the nape of her neck, a spaghetti strap tank over her easy going 34Bs with no bra, typically tight jeans showing off her tight, youthful legs, and all the way down, a pair of Mary Janes over cream colored socks. As he scanned back up she looked him straight in the eye, the way lovers do when they know nothing is concealed, and nothing needs to be said. Then she smiled.

"Hi, Mark. I would like to come inside and talk to you for a bit." She opened the screen door before he had a chance to himself, and walked right past him into the living room, her heels clicking briskly on the hardwood floors. He half expected her to spin around and demand a drink, as a femme fatale ten years her senior would have done in the same situation. Instead she burst into a big smile, and flopped down at the far end of the sofa, with one leg drawn up.

"Have a seat," she said, motioning to the opposite end of the couch. "I have an idea."

"Oh you do, do you?" he said, unprepared for her dominant demeanor. "Before we get to that may I at least say how darling you're looking this evening?"

She smiled big again. "You may. And thank you. And you're just a cute in those jeans as you were the last time I was over here." He winced a little at his own predictability.

"Yes, well, I've uh, been employing my imagination elsewhere lately," he managed to say, as he sat as bidden across from her.

"I know you have," she bubbled, "and very well, too." She leaned forward excitedly, supporting herself with her hands clasped between her legs. "Here's my plan. I know you have more questions for me, and I might for you too, actually. But I couldn't wait to see you again after hearing everything you've had to say. And you played along so nicely that I'm going to reward you with a little treat while we continue the conversation."

Having said her peace, she leaned farther still towards him, ending up on all fours in front of him, bringing her face right up to his. She stopped an inch or so away, looked him in the eyes and smiled broadly, obviously quite pleased with herself. Then she girlishly licked the edge of her teeth before shutting her eyes, closing the gap between them, and placing a perfect, passionate kiss on his lips. She held it to the moment when it would advance to something else, and rocked back onto her legs, scooching back to her end of the sofa with her legs now outstretched in front of her.

"So, what was it you were going to ask me when I hung up on you?" she asked as she undid the straps of her shoes, kicking them off onto the floor. She then proceeded to undo her pants, open the fly and lift her hips.

"I was..." his voice trailed off as he watched her. "What are you doing?"

"The show's starting, mister, but don't let me interrupt." She inched her jeans over her hips and shimmied them down her legs. With her pants at her ankles she drew her knees up to her chest, and paused, arms clasped around her smooth pale shins. "What were you going to ask me?" she said, making it clear she'd go no further until he asked.




Seducing Coach Ch. 02



"Well," he said slowly, "You said you had some experience with sex, and that you liked it. I was just going to ask you to elaborate a bit."

She smiled her little smile and pulled her pants off her legs, tossing them to the floor, revealing a pair of light, sheer bikini panties and a pair of opaque knee high socks of a similar color. She pulled her socks back up, making a show of adjusting and smoothing them, running her hands up and down her calves, then lay back onto the arm of the couch, parting her knees a bit as she did so.

She looked straight at him, but his eyes didn't meet hers. They were following the motion of her hands as they caressed her thighs, moving inwards towards her panties, through which he could see her cleanly shaven lips beneath a small patch of trimmed curlies. He became instantly hard in his shorts, realizing just what this mystery show was going to be. "I've always like sex since a far back as I can remember," she began. "Or at lest I've always been interested in being naked, and being attracted to other naked bodies. Once I discovered I could please myself I did it almost constantly." The fingers of her left hand were creeping to the very top of her inner thigh, pushing against the side of her panties, while the tips of her right hand fingers were inching under her waistband. He stared, mesmerized, as her middle finger made tiny circles over her clit, almost unintentionally.

"Mmm," she cooed. She'd never played with herself in front of a man before, and the reaction she was both getting from him and having herself was more exciting than she'd expected. "So I did this a lot all through junior high. Being as small as I am I was overlooked by the boys, but I never really missed them that much. I just couldn't wait to get home from school and hide away in my room. What do you think of that?"

"I think I'm not thinking straight," he all he could manage, trying not to pant too terribly hard.

He was ecstatic. He'd only minutes before confessed to her just a few of his desires, and now here she was acting them out for him, on his couch, in person. Honesty would now be his policy with her, first and foremost, from now on.

After stroking the full length of her lips beneath the sheer fabric for a short time, she then pulled it aside with her left hand and continued to run her slick fingers over her now open labia and firm clitoris, her wetness making audibly slick noises.

"Did you know, coach, that Bobbi and I used to masturbate in the hotel room on overnight competitions?" That made him look up and meet her gaze. He was both shocked and incredibly aroused at the same time. Seeing his surprise she grinned. "Mm, hm. It was a way to relax so we could sleep, and since we were always sharing a bed, we always kind of looked forward to it." She paused to drop this last bomb on him. "Sometimes we'd finger each other, laying there side by side in bed."

He let out a small moan. He'd imagined himself watching someone play with themselves for him, but now he didn't really know what to do. So he sat there, frozen, staring, his dick hard and bulging in his jeans. Dee kept right on going. She was breathing heavier now, making faster circles then slipping her fingers within her dripping pink snatch.

"You know how we were always four to a room in two double beds? I think Lisa and Kim used to do the same thing I the other bed, but we never talked about it. We were always trying to be quiet." Lisa and Kim were two other girls on the team who were going to be seniors in the fall. This new information, he concluded, was going to make future overnights far more difficult to deal with, knowing what was going on behind closed doors.

"I bet you can guess now that we used to talk bout you...," she paused, breathing heavier now, "...in the room." She was getting herself very close to cumming, pushing two fingers rapidly into her cunt and rubbing her palm hard up against here clit as she withdrew. "Mmm,... We'd discuss how cute you were, and what we thought you might be like in bed. Oh, god!" With her right hand pushed deep into her, and her left holding her panties clenched firmly to her thigh, she rose up from the sofa, her body tensing up as the orgasm came over her. Each inward thrust, now irregular but forceful, was accompanied by a gasp and a quick intake of air, which she then held until the next spasm released it. She did this four or five times until she relaxed her hands and let it subside.

"Oh, my god, excuse me. That was nice!" she panted. "I've never done it like that before, as a show. Wow." She lay there, catching her breath for a moment, then said, "I'll tell you more about Lisa and Kim if you let me see that nice long dick of yours."

He'd been fully absorbed in watching her, ignoring the substantial hard-on in his pants, which had actually produced a wet spot on his jeans. He gladly undid his fly and pushed them down underneath him, allowing his rod to spring out. He grabbed it by the base with his left hand instinctively.

"Ah, ah!" she stopped him, "I didn't say stroke it. You can just hold it for me while I continue. And in case it starts to soften, I'll let you look at these." She lifted her shirt up over her breasts, giving full view to her perfect, young peaches. She had tiny little stiff nipples, only about as wide as a nickel now that they were fully erect. She brought her left hand up and gave one a squeeze and a little roll of her nipple with her fingers.

Her right hand was lazily stroking outside her pussy, letting the pressure of her fingers pull it open, revealing how wet she was. She had a tiny, cute pussy, with thin straight inner lips that barely protruded past the outer, and were just the slightest bit more pink than the otherwise uniform paleness of her thighs. They had sharply defined edges that disappeared neatly under the hood of her clitoris, which became barely visible as she pulled upwards. Overall, it was young and clean and perfect.

"So, maybe I shouldn't tell you this," she continued as promised, "but Lisa and Kim are as much fans of you as Bobbi and I are." This made his heart race anew, and he squeezed the base of his cock, moving his hand upwards a little in an unconscious stroking motion. Dee noticed this reaction and smiled at him. "Careful, now," she cautioned. "We all decided you're hot enough to get with, but the two of them were more adamant about it. Better watch out for them next year, mister." 

Lisa and Kim were about the same size as Dee in terms of height and weight. Lisa had tight, curly brown tresses she wore in a bob and slightly larger breasts, and Kim was of mixed race, white and African American, with loose curls down her back, and an even firmer, rounder butt. When she wore her spandex, they actually snugged up into her, creating two delightful little hemispheres, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

She continued her taunt. "Can't you just imagine going down on one of them, lapping up their sweet, tasty pussy?" She slipped her fingers back in a little, keeping her middle two side by side, forcing her opening wider. As she was doing this she noticed the large drop of pre cum running down the side of his cock.

She sat up and leaned forward, taking off her tank, then crawled slowly across the sofa again, catlike towards him, looking him in the eyes. "Can you imagine sweet little Kim wrapping her nice soft lips around your aching," she crouched down, "dripping," lowering her head, "hard cock." She stopped in front of him, dropped her head and enveloped the tip of his dick with her mouth, squeezing it with her tongue, sucking out the juice. She released it with a loud sucking noise, "I bet she sucks a mean cock, Mr. Evans." She bent down further, putting her mouth to the base of his cock, and licked fully up its length, taking with it the dripping trail that had escaped her first effort. Then she held just the tip in her lips, tickling the underside with her tongue. She placed her hand over his and wrapped it tighter around the base, pressing downward to add tension to the head while she sucked it hard, bobbing her head ever so slightly to let her lips move on it. After a few long moments she let it go with a 'pop,' and looked up at him, his eyes sleepy with her pleasure, her lips glistening. "Wouldn't she look pretty wrapped around this nice cock, hm?" squeezing his hand again, tightening his dick. "I bet she's home right now, lying in bed, sucking her dildo wishing it were you."

"You are un-fucking-believable little girl," he said, his mind and body swimming in lust and delight.

"Oh you think?" she cooed. "I haven't even gotten started. I only brought those two up because as much as I'm sure you'd like to fuck them also, you're only going to want to fuck me more."

And with that she sat up on her knees, then stood up on the couch, stepping over his lap, her crotch right at eye level, naked save for her kneehighs. He was unable to take his eyes of her adorable snatch. She moved into him, "Who wants some kitty," she said, bumping herself against his face roughly, not really allowing him to go after her. She grabbed his hair with her left hand and forced his face to her thighs, his eyes up to her neat muff. "Hm? Who wants some pretty pussy? Say please, mister, and maybe you'll get some if you take your mind of Kim and her cute little body." She tipped his head back, forcing him to look up at her. "I know what will clear your mind."

She bent her knee forward into his chest and tossed his head back, sending him back against the arm of the couch. Turning around, she dropped back down to her knees, bending over all the way so her head rested against her arms on the cushions, her ass wagging in the air. "Now who are you thinking about?"

Unable to contain himself, he lunged forward towards her, grabbing her ass with both hands, burying his face in her offering. Pulling her into him, his tongue went quickly to her pussy, thrusting in as far it would go, his hunger for her uncontrollable. He sucked and licked with total abandon, as if getting the lust out of his system before he settled down to work on her clit. With a more relaxed pace he rocked her hips back and forth to him, his tongue passing back and forth over her wet button. 

With his eyes open he was sucking her off enjoying a face full of the most perfect ass he'd ever been this close to. Fully engulfed in her musk, the left her clit and licked his way back across her lips and up to her dark, tight little anus. Moving in circles around he, he first press the width of his tongue against it, then tickled it with the tip, gradually working it in. She let out a soft moan as her hole opened to receive him, and he tongue-fucked her for a while, moving his head back and forth to meet her beautiful rising ass. She rocked gently with him, her moans becoming squeals of delight at the new pleasure he was giving her. He returned to licking her all across her ass, smothering his wet face in her total sex. Hungry to bring her to another climax he returned attentions to her wet slit.

She felt herself nearing another plateau of pleasure as her body warmed from her loins upwards. His hands felt so strong and wonderful, and it felt so good to be helpless in his grasp as her pussy slipped across his open mouth. It almost seemed like they were traded off who was getting the better of who, and she was perfectly willing to let him lead the way for a while, even though it was under her direction. She rocked back more aggressively as she felt the first small wave break in her, each motion backwards harder than the previous, until she was bucking into his face in the midst of her second orgasm. For his part he was happy to be face fucked by her incredible ass, eagerly sucking up her cum as he pressed his thumb into her well moistened ass, which eased open to take him in, then repeated flexed as she came on his face and finger. She squealed again with delight at this new sensation, before letting her body relax again as the waves receded.

He felt the tension easing out of her as her rhythm slowed, and he sat back up, looking at wet ass, enjoying the view. She turned her sleepy eyes toward him over her shoulder and smiled again. "Honestly," she breathed, "I don't know whether to thank you or fuck you."

"I would accept both," he smiled back, taking the liberty to remove his jeans completely now.

Without turning around, she inched her way backwards between his out stretched legs, bringing her ass right up to his crotch, her calves, wrapped in smooth fabric, tucking beneath his thighs. She lifted herself up a little and settled back onto him, the full length of his cock nestled between her moist cheeks. It was a fantastic sight for him and an even better sensation. Her tight butt, warm and wet and sexy, began sliding back and forth on him. He could feel her anus against his shaft, and the wet openness of her pussy against the base, her little lips almost tickling his tight balls. 

"Ok, lover," she began again, "time for more questions. Tell me why you like the bootie so much," she pressed a little harder against him for emphasis.

He was reaching forward, hands on her thighs while using his arms to hold her lightly, trying to keep her pressed onto him. But she was resisting, and he let her set the pace. She arched her back, grinding back and forth, swiveling her hips as she went.

"Well, I'm finding it hard to concentrate, but I'll do my best," he said.

"Just watch my ass and tell me what you're thinking about," she urged.

"I'm thinking about fucking it."

"Yeah?" she asked playfully, "you wanna put that nice big cock up in my little butt?"

"Of course I do. It's to genuinely cute and fuckable. Would you like me to?"

"We'll see about that. Let me play with you for a while first." She sat up and reached behind her for his dick, holding it gently up to her, pressing the head against her as she slid along. She raised herself up more so she could get him all the way to her pussy, and tease him by letting him in slightly. Her soft hand on his dick felt so nice as she guided him where she wanted. She lowered herself down again, moving him back, now pressing his head against her anus. He let out an eager moan.

"Oh, yeah?" she whispered, childlike, "that's where you want it, hm?" She held herself still, pressing him into her, enjoying the sensation of pressure. "You like my little pucker hole? Hm?? Does my big hot lover wanna slip his cock up in there?" Still teasing him, she was really beginning to enjoy it, and felt herself relaxing, even opening up to him. His stiff cock dripping into her hole made it nice and smooth for her. But at the point of letting him truly penetrate, she pulled him back out, lifted herself up, and repositioned him beneath her lips. In one fluid motion she sat back onto him, driving him all the way up into her. The abruptness of it, combined with the aching disappointment of not getting in elsewhere made him shout out, both in pleasure and anguish. But it still felt so good, and he wanted to fuck her so badly.

She gave him a few good long deep strokes, bouncing herself slowly yet determinedly down onto his hips. He pussy was such an incredible relief, and her ass looked so good in front of him. She hesitated for a moment, and, smiling broadly at him over her shoulder, she said, "See, I told you you'd want to fuck me. Now, tell me how good I am."

"Oh, my god, you are so fucking hot!" he said exasperatedly. "Dee, sweetie, I want to fuck you all the time, for ever. Oh fucking jesus, you feel so good!" He was really having to concentrate hard not to blast his cum into his amazing little sex pot bootie girl, but his wantonness was getting the better of him, and he started lifting his hips up to meet her downward thrusts. His cock was as hard as it could possible get, and she began the easy approach to yet another orgasm. She could have stopped him to prolong his agony, but he seemed to be completely out of control now for her, which was every bit as exciting as controlling him. So she let him go, and she fucked him hard. Then she began to talk it out of him again.

"Oh yeah, just like that. Watch my cute little butt as your cock disappears in my wet pussy. Mmm, hm. Oh fuck! Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me harder with that big hard cock." Fuck my little pussy good. Oh my god."

She could feel him welling up in her, stiffing for the final shot. "Yes please, just like that. Keep staring at my ass and fuck it. Press that dick right up to her. Come on, come on, baby."

And he did. It blew out of him with fantastic force, his eyes shut, his ears ringing. He heard himself shouting out loud as the cum kept cumming, each jet more exciting and pleasurable than the last. His fingers dug deep into her hips, her bucking body wracking with her own orgasms. It just kept going on and on, his dick the hot wet focal point of this beautiful young woman giving him the best fuck he'd ever had. It was overwhelming, and he just shut his eyes and lay back, letting it wash over him like he was drowning in the tide. He welcomed the suffocation of her sex.

She kept rocking herself onto him with each spurt she felt inside her, warm and delicious. It was like ripples of cum passing through her whole body. She had no idea it could be so good, some what in awe of her new found power and her new found friend. He seemed to have given in and gone off somewhere behind his closed eyes, so she let herself relax, and leaned back to lay down on top of him, trying to keep him inside. As he softened and ultimately slipped out, she let herself slip down beside him, and curled her happy body up to his, wedging between him and the back of the sofa. She kissed his face, but he didn't react, he had passed out. She smiled at a job well done, knowing he would come back around in a minute or two. She kissed him again, and this time he stirred.



Seducing Coach Ch. 03



Coach Mark Evans felt as if he were a blessed man. A man walking a somewhat precarious line that had every potential to send him into the abyss, but blessed nonetheless. His former athlete Dee Chandler and he had found mutual lust, open-mindedness, and total satisfaction with each other in the summer after Dee's graduation. After the first week of discovering their compatibility, they managed to get together a few more times as the months progressed, despite the risk of being discovered. 

A week or so after Dee's second visit, she came to his house late one night after he'd already retired and had fallen asleep. She'd been over at a friend's party, and it was well past midnight when she decided she wanted to pay him a visit. Knowing that he kept a side door to his house open she managed to sneak in quietly, removing her clothes in the living room, before heading down the hall to his bedroom. He was a fairly sound sleeper, so she easily made it all the way to his bed before kneeling down to whisper him awake.

"Hey, lover..." she cooed in his ear, almost giggling, a little buzzed still and eager to climb into bed with him. He stirred a little, opening his eyes through a thick haze of sleep, recognizing her with a sleepy smile. He'd been sleeping on his back, naked, under a single sheet, the warm summer night air wafting through the open window.

She ran her hand under the sheet and pulled it back, caressing his chest. "Shhh," she said calmingly. "Don't move, I'll just climb in with you." From her knees she lifted her tiny frame up and literally climbed up towards the foot of the bed. She lay herself across him, pushing the sheet all the way down, her face towards his crotch, her breasts resting on his stomach. She swung her right leg over him, and was now lying in a sixty nine position, completely flat against him. Because of her diminutive size, her head was right at his penis, her hands resting atop his thighs, while her smooth sex was just at the top of his chest, and her thighs were astride his shoulders bearing some of her weight.

He was beginning to waken now, both from the pressure of having her atop him, albeit insubstantial, and the wonderful sensation of her skin fully against his, her young body so soft and smooth. Her hands found his penis, also awakening, and were gently massaging it and his balls while she placed tender kisses upon them. He lifted his own hands onto her back, languidly caressing the length of her body, from her shoulders at one end of the stroke, to her wonderful tiny bum at the top. He let his fingertips trace lightly along her spine, more lovingly than erogenous, while his stiffening dick succumbed to the warmth of her breath, the squeeze of her hands, and the tease of her lips. As she wrapped her mouth around him for the first time, he instinctively raised his hips to her, and his arms returned to her little butt, pulling her body tightly to him. As his excitement increased, his awareness of her pussy grew, and he lifted his head to taste her sweet, wet arousal with the tip of his tongue. Her body was of such a length that would allow her to comfortably suck on him while placing her pussy just within reach of his mouth.

Positioned thus, they lay in the heart of the warm night, slowly pleasing each other. Her hands, slick with her saliva, would stroke his length and massage his full tight balls as she softly sucked the tip in her mouth. And he, with his head propped up on his pillow, lazily enjoyed the flavor and aroma of her, encircling her clit, and licking her parted lips, all the while holding her delightful bottom in his hands. This went on for some time, neither of them in a rush, but content to spend the wee hours in slow continuous pleasure. She did, now and again, let him get her close, bringing her intensity up as she pushed her hips to him, her thighs flexing on his shoulders as she ground herself towards her small, easy orgasms. When she came, she would cease her sucking and just hold his cock fast in her tight little fist as she panted her way through. Then, relaxing again, she would return the favor, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, enjoying the accompanying hardness it would bring about. 

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of this, he could stand it no more, and begged his sweet vixen to let him cum. Her response was to press herself back onto him, to begin to bring herself to orgasm with him. As his tongue worked her clit and tickled the fully sensitive folds of her lips, her hand softened her grip, slipping easily along his saliva soaked dick, gently squeezing and stroking as she held his firm bulb in her mouth, sucking more deliberately. As her other hand cupped his wet balls, she gradually jacked his cock into her mouth, building up the full strength of the load in his ever-hardening dick. She rocked herself more furtively into him, shimmying her girlish body against his chest, fucking his face now as she felt his cum welling up for its final burst. He pulled her into him with his strong grip, his forearms pressed to the small of her back, his hands kneading her ass. Both were moaning loudly, the sound of which erotically stifled by each having a mouthful of the other's sex. 

As the sweat of passion began to break on their skin, the added wetness and lusty sensuality made him finally release into her waiting mouth, the feeling of which caused her to cum onto his. His first jet shot back into her throat, and she just managed to swallow it before the second huge spurt filled her mouth, followed almost immediately by another, and a another again. Struggling to contain his thick goo, the involuntary shouts of her simultaneous orgasm opened her mouth, causing his hot semen to pour forth onto her hand, down onto his stomach and over his balls. This warm sensation, and the thought of her cute little face drooling his cum, made him push a second wave out for her as his orgasm renewed itself. She was rubbing his cock across her face now, still jacking him off, panting as she pressed her spasming pussy onto him, her body wrapped in his arms, her clit grinding on his chest. Their bodies vibrating and pulsing together as the last of this long awaited mutual orgasm flowed through them. 

With both hands she played with his cum, smearing it over his cock, stomach, thighs, balls. She wiped her face with cum soaked hands, licking the thicker drops of it into her mouth. He, in turn, lay panting between her legs, her cute pussy inches from his face, his hands still gripping her ass. The warm breeze through the window against their spent, wet bodies felt beautiful and perfect. Eventually she lifted herself off him and turned her body around to lay alongside him, face to face. She gave him a sweet, cummy kiss as she wrapped herself about him. They both drifted off to sleep, sticky and happy.

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It was some time after that, on a week day afternoon, when both Dee and Bobbi appeared on his doorstep again. They both bounced into through the doorway when he answered the bell, exchanging hellos and kisses now that they had become so comfortable with each other.

"I can't imagine, what brings you two here," Mr. Evans said with a smile.

"More games!" chirped Bobbi. She was dressed in a pair of loose shorts, cut very short, and her ubiquitous tank top.

"I told her about what we did when I came here alone the first time," Dee explained in similar shorts and a clinging polo. "About how I masturbated for you, and how turned on I got by it."

"So I want to try it too," Bobbi cut in. "Only there's a twist."

"Of course there is," Mark said sarcastically, "how could there not be?"

"You have to do it, too!" Dee said. "Or get to, I should say. But you don't get to touch us."

"Except for right now!" Mark exclaimed wrapping his arms around both of them, drawing them into a three-way hug with his hands firmly on their butts.

They girls giggled, and didn't resist his advances. Both of them began to kiss his face, and he alternately kissed them in turn. The girls' hands found their way to his pants, and began rubbing him to an erection through the material.

"So much for your rules," he murmured.

"The game hasn't started yet, silly" Bobbi said coyly. "Don't I get to say hi first? I haven't seen you in weeks." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a huge, sexy kiss. Dee stood back for a moment to let her friend enjoy herself. Bobbi's hands moved down his body to his pants, and began unbuttoning them. Still kissing him, she hooked her thumbs in his waistline and pulled them down over his hips, boxers and all. His already hardened dick bounced up and hit her near her belly button. She giggled, pulling away from his face and giving him a big, salacious smile. Her hands let go of his pants, still hung up on his thighs, and gathered his cock and balls in a soft embrace, cupping with one hand, gently tugging with the other.

"Hi, Mr. Evans," she purred, smiling. "Did you miss me?" Locking his eyes to hers, she slowly dropped down to her knees and brought his dick up to her lips. She ran her tongue around the head, then flicked it a little. "Tell your good girl how much you missed her."

"Oh, ho ho," he stammered, "I've been despondent without you."

"Hmph," she said, "That's not what Dee tells me. But I suppose I should believe you." She opened her mouth and drew his cock into her. Moving her hands to his hips, she bobbed forward, taking him in fully each time.

He looked over at Dee, who had been patiently observing the two, and she winked at him.

"Hey," she cautioned, "save some for the game, Bobbi."

Bobbi gave him two more long, slow thrusts deep into her throat, then released him, smacking her lips as she did. "Ok! All done." She pulled his pants back up, carefully tucking him in to his boxers, then patted his bulge once he was in place, his fly still open. Then she stood back up and kissed him. "Good to see you again Mr. Evans. Where should we play?"

He was understandably at a slight loss for words. He thought a moment then said, "Ah, yes. The basement. Come with me, please." And he turned and walked out of the living room, holding his pants up with one hand. They followed him through the kitchen then down the stairs to his finished basement. Over on the far end was a sitting area surrounding a fireplace. There were two loveseats and two armchairs arranged around three sides of a large, low table. He turned on the gas fire as the girls sat down together in one of the loveseats. He then sat down across from them in the other.

'Rules?" He asked.

"Dee looked over at her friend. "What do you think, Bob, it's your game. Naked?' she asked tilting her head towards Mark.

"Hm, good idea! Take off your clothes, mister," Bobbi said in a stern voice.

He slid he pants down under his hips, again, boxers and all, and tossed them over onto one of the chairs, then removed his shirt. He sat back with his legs somewhat apart, his hands resting on his thighs, his long cock erect and laying to one side against his abdomen. As a man in his mid 30s, his active body had yet to softened with age. He wasn't exactly ripped any longer, but he was still an attractive specimen, which the girls confirmed with approving oohs and giggles of delight at seeing him on display. 

Across from him, Dee spread her legs apart and slouched down into the cushions. Bobbi did the same, only she had to throw her left leg over Dee's due to the minimal width of the seat. It became apparent at this point that neither was wearing underwear beneath their short shorts, opened to expose their wonderful little cunts to him. Dee, preferring to tease, let her left hand trace up and down her inner thigh while her right rested casually on her friend's leg. Bobbi, unwilling to wait, brought her right hand up to her pussy, her fingers together, and started rubbing her clit gently while reaching to hold Dee's hand on her leg.

"Ok," Bobbi said, "Now be a good boy and stroke your cock for me. Let me know what you think of our little show for you." She was getting heated up pretty fast, rubbing faster circles around her clit, her eyes glued to his dick. He grasped it in his fist and squeezed, pushing a large drop of preecum from the tip, which he then used to slick his entire shaft as he stroked. He lingered on the underside of the head, firm and shiny, then stroked its length with each new drop of juice it produced. The girls were transfixed by this, and he made quite a show of it for them, getting off on his power to turn them on.

"Have the tables turned, little ones?" he asked firmly. "You both seem a little distracted by this. I thought you were giving me the show." Whereas at the outset he was afraid the sight of his two sex kittens diddling themselves was going to make him cum instantly, it gave him more control to be in charge. Keying on this he stroked himself as long and seductively as he could, holding his balls in his other hand.

They didn't seem prepared for the roll reversal, and were more or less silent, save for their girlish grunts and little moans. Bobbi was pushing three fingers in and out rapidly, and Dee was two knuckles in with her middle finger, pumping herself up and down. They held each other's hands fully clenched, probably not even realizing they were doing so. He decided to show no mercy.

"Does Bobbi like it when I pump my dick for her? See how wet it gets? How firm and long? I bet you want that in your mouth again, don't you. Or do you want it crammed into that pussy you're tormenting. Mm, what a very good girl you are, fucking yourself for my big dick. Maybe you want it both places, you dirty little fucker. How'd you like a mouthful of my dick while I fuck your brains out."

Poor Bobbi was helpless against his filthy taunts, and she fucked herself furiously, attempting in vain to slow herself and prolong it, with only limited success.

He turned his attention to Dee. "And you, sweetie. I know you lascivious heart, now. You want me to rub this dick all over your face, make you beg me to fuck you with it. Isn't that right. My balls bouncing on your chin, your mouth trying desperately to take anything in. You want me to stand up right now and come over there and fuck your face. Or maybe you'd like to jack me off yourself. Rub your face and mouth with my slippery dick while I shoot my cum all over you."

Everyone was enjoying themselves way too much. The girls were starting to cum, and despite what he thought was control, watching them get off on him was too much to resist. His balls tightened up, ready to give.

"Ok, ladies, want to see me shoot this for you? Would you like to see what your cute little pussies made me do?" All three were moaning for each other, waiting for their mutual cum to flow. Bobbi started first, lifting her hips up as her loins spasmed in orgasm. Then it was all over. The first of Mark's cum shoot across his chest in a hot white arch, followed by great gobs lunging out over his hand as he held fast to his dick, squeezing it out. Dee then gave in and came at the pleasure the others were having, and the chain reaction made another short loop around the room as their orgasms extended themselves. In the afterglow, their breath calming down, they sat smiling at each other. Mark was the first to speak, almost laughing at the fun of it.

"Holy cow! That was amazing. You are undeniably the hottest, most uncontrollably wanton little sex fiends ever. Jesus Christ, that was fun."

The girls, heads back against the sofa, panting lightly, their free hands cupping their pussies, looked at each other and smiled in agreement.

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And so it went through the summer. Sometimes they would both come over, sometimes just one or the other. Each time it seemed to be as fresh and exciting as the last, if not more so.

One day Bobbi showed up around ten in the morning. She just walked in the door and over to the dining room. Pushing her jeans and panties down onto her thighs, she leaned over onto the table and demanded to be fucked. The game here was that such behavior obviously deserved a good spanking beforehand, after which a good hard fuck to drive the lesson home.

Dee stopped by one evening on the way home from some catering she'd been doing. She was wearing knee length skirt and blouse with cute little opaque socks. As was the habit she just walked in, this time finding him sitting in an armchair reading. She came right up to him and climbed onto the arms, kneeling on them, her sex right at eye level. She explained to him she hadn't been wearing panties all day, and it had gotten her so randy she just had stop by and face fuck him. Hiking up her skirt, she leaned into him as he obligingly got her off on his tongue, his hands holding her little butt firmly towards him.

For two glorious months it went on until the girls went off to university. Mark missed them, but in truth he could use the break from weeks of their guerilla sex tactics. The autumn months passed as he got back in his daily routine of the school year, and it became easy to get along without them. Besides, he still got a call every week or two from them, begging for a bedtime story. 

One weeknight late in December, after he had gone to bed Dee came calling for a surprise visit. He was still up reading when he heard the door open, almost immediately followed by her soft voice. "Mr. Ev-ans," she said sweetly in a sing song voice.

His initial impulse was to jump out of bed to greet her, but then he realized it might be more fun to stay in bed and wait for her to find him. He remained silent.

"I know you're in here, I saw your light on," she continued warmly. He heard the rustle of her coat and shoes coming off. How cute, he thought, she's trying to be quiet. More rustling. He realized her clothes were now coming off, too. 

"Are you awake?" she asked, more tentatively, since she'd figured he'd have come to see her by now if he was still up. He could tell she was sneaking down the hall by the sound of her voice, but she made no sound on the wood floor. "I bet you're just being lazy, lying there waiting for me, aren't you, naked man." She peeked her head around the corner to see him sitting in bed with a silly grin on his face.

"Guilty!" he said, laughing.

She ran naked across the room and leapt onto the bed. "You rat! What sort of way is that to receive your long lost lover!" She kissed him, holding his face in her hands. "Lemme under those covers with you, I'm freezing out here." He pulled back the duvet and let her crawl in beside her. They both felt an immediate sense of comfort being next to each other again, and they just lay there kissing for a few moments.

He started to ask her about her trip from her school, but she shushed him. "Can we just lay here and quietly play for a bit? I'm pretty tired from the drive back." She kissed him again and eased her body up onto his as he lay down into the bed, her legs to either side. With her head next to his, her body was only long enough for her pelvis to reach his abdomen. His hands caressed her back softly from the center of her shoulders to the tops of her thighs, taking the time to cup her tiny bottom and tickle her between her cheeks. She could feel the tip of his erect penis against her thighs, just brushing her pussy. It was an incredible tease for both of them, and served as wonderfully erotic foreplay. She just kissed him for a time, rocking her hips back and forth, tempting his dick and making herself ache. She got herself so wet doing this that his dick was able to slip right in when she positioned herself just right, and soon she was easing herself down onto him.

"Oh, sweetie, I missed you," he breathed out as he felt her enveloping him. He tried to push himself in further by lifting his hips.

"Shhhh," she said, pulling away from his prodding cock. "Let me do it, please. Be a good boy, and I'll tell you a nice story later on." He acquiesced, and let her resume her slow mount. She kissed him passionately while bringing him up deeper inside at a heartbreakingly slow pace. Only half way in and he felt himself firm up like he was going to cum. Noticing this she stopped to look at him and smiled, which only made him harder still. It had been three months now, and he was thinking he might not have the control she was counting on.




Seducing Coach Ch. 03



For her own part she was fighting the same fight. She'd just spent the bulk of her four-hour drive thinking of nothing but this, and had already had to pop herself in the car twice to stay calm. Now her kitty was finally where she wanted to be, and wasn't really taking no for an answer the way her brain was telling her to. She eased down further, three quarters in, already pressing to her full depth. Her hips were beginning to oscillate on their own, up and down, and side to side like an impatient child, and she felt as if she'd never been as wet as she was now. When she finally bottomed out at the base of his cock it was if they had both just crossed the finish line, and all control pretty much went out the window. They both let out great moans of relief and complete arousal.

He grabbed her ass hard and jammed his cock further into her holding her all the way in to the limit as he struggled to contain the cum yearning to burst. It made him rock hard, and the combination of that, his depth, and his forceful grip sent Dee surging towards an orgasm. She ground her pussy into his pubic bone, her hips involuntarily pulsing against him. Finally able to stand it any longer she gave up and started to bounce on his cock, fighting against the strength of his grip to do so.

"Oh shit, fuck it!" she yelled. "Fuck me, dammit. Fuck me ha-" her voice trailed off into a squeal as he slammed her little body down on to him, gripping each half of her perfect ass like handles and pounding upwards in full abandon. She was already cumming, and he was right behind her. The waves built up and crashed over them in a raucous noise of shouts and groans. His hot jets blasting against her already soaked walls, her clenching cunt greedily milking everything out of him, their loins were awash in a soup of warm, liquid sex. He could feel it running out of her as they both continued to cum, it running down over his balls; the sloppy slap-slap of her thighs on his now audible over their quelling moans. With two final efforts he pressed the last of his cum into her, and held her tightly to him to ride out the last of the sensation.

Panting, she turned her head up and kissed his cheek. "Ok, so much for quietly playing. Wow. Good job, mister."

"Yeah, hi, welcome back." He said, his eyes still glazed and staring up at the ceiling. They rested a moment or two more before he asked, "So, you promised me a story?"

She propped herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands. "Oh, yeah. Guess who came to see me at school?"

"Bobbi?"

"I'll give you a hint,' she said, frowning at his incorrect answer. "She's on the team. Gonna graduate this year. She's cute..." 

"Kim?" Nothing. "Lisa?"

"Bingo! She came up to check out the school and I met her for lunch. We had very interesting conversation."

His softening dick was beginning to fall out, so he helped it along, sending a warm cascade of fluid down between his legs as she slipped off him. She lay on him for a moment longer, then slid down beside him, resting her head on the pillow next to him. She reached for his limp, wet penis and gently fondled it while it shrunk. "These things amaze me," she said smiling. Her hand on him so softly felt wonderful.

"Sorry," she said, coming back to reality but still rolling him in her hand. "I bet you're all eager to know what I talked about with your favorite tomboy. And if you're not, you should be."

Lisa was going to be a team captain this spring, and while being petite and rather cute, she was a rough and tumble sort of gal who managed to be attractive without giving it a second thought. She and her best friend Kim, another girl on the team who was also the intriguing combination of petite, pretty and tough, were friends of Bobbi and Dee, and apparently had maintained contact with them after they'd graduated.

"Alright, consider me a captive audience, I'm all ears. Well, partially ears. Mostly around the ear area. At the moment the rest of me is largely penis in your hand."

Dee grinned and rolled her eyes at him. "I missed your odd-ball humor this semester. It's nice to see you're still a dork." He swatted her bum for that.

"Be nice or you get no secrets. So, I'll leave out the boring stuff and get right to the part you'll want to hear.

"We were talking about the various intrigues in our lives, you know, other girls on the team, guys and such, same old same old. I told her I had sort of been seeing an older guy since the end of summer." She felt him tense up as she said it, knowing he would react that way. "Relax. I told her it was someone I met through work who lives and hour away, she has no idea, trust me, you'll see. So she's asking me, you know, what it's like with an older guy, and of course I tell her it's fucking amazing, which is totally the truth, you awesome fuck machine, you." She kissed him again, and even though his dick was still in recovery mode, he felt the first signs renewed interest while Dee continued.

"She starts asking me about details, right, cause we're both really sick of guys our age who are completely clueless about women on all levels. So I tell her the main differences are that one, he really knows what he's doing, and two, he really cares about being with me. And she gets this funny look on her face, and I'm all, 'What,' and she says she's been thinking about finding someone like that but doesn't really know how it would work, and besides she's kinda found another solution.

"So I ask her about that and she starts telling me how Kim came out to her as a lesbian, and I'm like, well, that's no real big surprise, you know, good for her. Then she says how she guesses she's bi now, because her and Kim have been having some fun together." This news had a measurable effect on his libido. While she'd been talking Dee had forgotten about his dick and had been caressing his chest. Now he felt himself returning to life at the thought of Lisa and Kim "having some fun."

"Now it was my turn to ask for some details, but she kept it pretty general. I wanted to know what it was like going down on another woman, but she just said it was really quite sweet, meaning pure and pleasant, not like sweet to the taste. She said it's not like they're having mind-blowing sex together, but that it's more an emotional togetherness and release. And she said it smiling, but there was a kind of disappointment in her voice. I just let it sit there for a moment and then she said, 'I don't know, guys are such jerks, but I think I like that sex better.' And then she said, 'And Kim's kinda tame.'"

What just a moment before had been thoughts of lust suddenly became something more like pity, or maybe just sympathy, as he realized these two young girls were just trying to find themselves and their own happiness, but couldn't seem to locate it. It made him feel pretty lucky to have been graced of late by Dee's unquestionable confidence and adventurousness. He expressed this unconsciously by once again grabbing her ass and giving it a nice lusty squeeze.

"But here's the part you're going to love," she continued, not really noticing his wanton approval. "She says, 'Can I tell you something, like, as a total secret? Because you completely can't tell anyone this.' I'm thinking she's gonna say something about Kim, right. But she starts telling me how she's got this huge crush on you! She's like, 'I know I really shouldn't be thinking this, but I can't get the idea of sleeping with him out of my head. I don't really know where it's coming from, but he just really turns me on anymore.'"

At this point he is thinking to himself, good thing you're lying down, bub. A sort of vertiginous sensation washes over him upon hearing of yet another of his charges being interested in him. On the one hand, holy shit, all these young women want to have sex with him, but on the other, holy shit, he could get into a huge amount of trouble having sex with them. What the hell is happening??

Dee continued, "Then she said, 'You know how he gets really pissed at us when we screw up? Well, I have this fantasy now where I want to get in trouble and have him give me a really good spanking for it.' Then she finished with, 'Oh my god, I really just want to fuck him!' "

Dee waited a moment for it to sink in, then said, "How's that for a story?"

He knew she could easily read his mind, and the look between them confirmed this. Dee's hand moved down his chest to his firming dick again and resumed her attentions to it. As she stroked it back to life she said to him. "I'll give you a few minutes to think about her, mister, but then you'd better start thinking of me again." She eased herself down under the sheets and began sucking on him. His head was spinning. Questions, doubts, desires, and consequences all collided at once in the center of his brain. He'd been dancing around the moral issues of Bobbi and Dee, somehow able to justify their relationship mostly because they'd kept it secret. He wasn't a bad man, and they weren't bad girls either. They were naturally curious, and he a willing tutor. Yeah, right, whatever. He's been fucking eighteen year olds simply because he could. They let him, wanted him to even, and who in their right mind would say no? Don't answer that.

But Lisa, now here was big trouble waiting to happen. Sure, she'd come of age in a month or two, but what the hell was he thinking that way for anyway. Not while she's in school, he'd have to continually remind himself. 

Dee could tell he was working through the problem in his mind, because despite her ministrations she was having a tough time keeping him firm. She decided she would be absolutely devilish and help him out. She took her mouth off him and started stroking him. Time for some ear candy and a nice slow hand job.

"Don't think about what it means, think about what she would be like. I'll let you, you're safe here. It's just fantasy for now, right? you can get away with it." She could be very persuasive, especially with his cock in her hand.

"Think of her naughty little butt as you spank her in her spandex, bent over and loving it," she went on, slowly. "Maybe you'd have to pull them down a bit to really give her just deserts. I've seen her naked, she's got a really great ass. Quite ripe for spanking. Even better for fucking."

This certainly eased his worried mind. He was now hard again in her hand, and she had resumed sucking on him between comments. Mission accomplished. Now that she'd gotten him thinking about Lisa, it was time to get him to think about her again.

"Ok, mister, time's up," she said, releasing him and crawling up over his legs to straddle him. She held herself above him on all fours, looking down at his face to make sure she had his attention. "Now I'll make you forget all about her." 

She sat back onto him, pressing her pussy down the length of his cock, taking special care to grind her button right against the underside of the head. She reached down and held him up to her, cradling his dick against the soft bed of her slickness. "Wanna know how?" she teased, rocking her wet, open lips along his length. "I'm gonna get myself all worked up rubbing on your cock like this until you beg me to fuck you. Mmmmm, hm." She was turning herself on as well. "Then I'll let you in. For a while. And then I'll put you in my cute," she paused, "tight. Ass."

"Lisa who?" he said as his dick firmed up like a brick.

"Aw, such a good boy you are. God I love it when your cock gets super stiff like that," she said, continuing to masturbate herself on it. "Now, think of my yummy butt. Ooo, that's it! You've been waiting sooo long to get your dick in there, I know you have. Mmmmhm, yeah..." She was starting to feel the familiar tingly ache building up. "Almost ready to fuck me, Mark? Cause I'm almost ready for this big meat."

When she got going like this, he had learned to let her just do what she wanted, since she always turned out to have his best interest in mind. It was time to beg. "Are you gonna let me fuck you? Please? Put it in there, Dee. God, you're so wet now." His dick was almost slipping out of her hand.

"Just a minute, mister," she whispered. "First I'm gonna get us both used to the idea of my ass." She raised herself up and pushed his cock upright, easing it behind her so that it slid up and down her crack. She reached back to hold it up to her, letting it slide along her cheeks. Then she placed it at her anus, and slowly pressed the head against it. She moved it forward, and slightly into her soaking snatch to get some wetness back there, then put it back against her hole. The pressure and wetness of it made relaxing easier, and she gradually opened to its insistence. She let him in just enough for the very tip to feel the squeeze of resistance, then pulled him back and slid him between her cheeks.

"Ooo, baby, I don't know which of us is looking more forward to that, me or you," she smiled at him. Ready to fuck?" She raised up, brought him forward, and came down fully engulfing his cock all the way up into her. "Oh God...," they both exclaimed, as she rode him easily, grinding aggressively against him at the bottom of each thrust. 

"Good thing we already got some cum out of you," she said hoarsely, obviously wanting to cum as fast as possible. "Otherwise I bet you'd pop before we got to your treat. C'mon, Mark. Fuck me harder than that. Get my little pussy off." She rode him hard, bouncing herself on him with the single-minded purpose of cumming. Her eyes were shut, her hand on his chest supporting her as she slammed down onto him, her little boobs giggling away.

"Oh god, yes. Come on, mister. Fuck your little bitch. Oh god! Fuck!" She was shouting now as her orgasm hit her, and she continued to bounce hard against him. "Oh yes! Gimme that big dick, oh fuck yes!" He was really enjoying watching her come, for once not distracted by his own orgasm. She was such a filthy fucking sex pot, and came so deliciously well. With one big shriek she slammed down on him and held it there, head down, body tense, then ground herself violently into him, shouting again. He could feel her pussy squeezing him, trying to milk from him what he wouldn't give.

She raised her head suddenly, and lifted up. " Ok, dammit," she said with more lust in her voice than he ever heard. "Let's get that dick in there." Her body was still quivering as she positioned him at her tight hole, wet with her cum. She was surprisingly receptive as he felt the head pop in straight away. She let out a little "Ooo!" as it went past the barrier of resistance and pain.

"Oh my god! Ok, ok. Ok." she was panting, "Just,.. just hold it a second. Whew! That was a little too fast." It was more than she was expecting, but the swirl of sensations was tantalizing and kind of overwhelming at first.

"God, you are so fucking cute! I'm sorry but I had to say that." He was so impressed with how eager she was to do things with him. "It's just you're so adorable taking my cock in there like that. Oh my god that feels good. I'll be good, promise, but jesus I want to fuck you so much."

"Ah, oo! Dammit, don't get big like that! I'm still getting used to it." She was almost gigging and panting at the sweet sickening mixture of pleasure and pain. Her ass gripped him tight, just below the head at his most sensitive spot. But she was just holding him there, refusing to let him slide in further. She felt the imperceptible movement of him wanting in, and stopped him.

"Don't, Mark. Wait for me. Gimme a minute more." She closed her eyes and concentrated, holding herself on all fours with his dick right up her bum. The discomfort was slowly turning to a pleasurable ache, and her anus started to tingle rather than sting. She leaned forward just a little, then leaned back again, ever so slowly, the skin of his dick just tugging on her, not really sliding yet. It was getting better now, and she let him slide, a little more with each motion forward and back.

"Oh, fuck, Dee, that feels so amazing," he said. It really did. The tightness of her ass followed by the wonderful enveloping softness inside was an irresistible combination. She was really opening to him now, easing him almost completely in, his cock penetrating deep into her.

For her part she it was becoming equally good. The friction on her anus and the fullness of his dick made her ache in a wholly new way. She could feel there was an orgasm in there somewhere, but it was going to come from someplace new and with a different flavor. She was rocking steadily on him now, fully used to the sensations and ready let him fuck her. There was a wonderful, achy flow to this position, but she wanted to let him give it to her on his own. She rocked back, putting him all the way up and stopped.

"Ok, mister. Wanna drive?" She eased up and slowly off of him, letting him gently slide out, which was a surprising shock. "Whooo!," she squealed at it, laying down on the bed beside him. "Come on, Mark, get on top of me and fuck my little ass."

Not needing to be told twice he positioned himself between her legs, which she drew up to her chest, exposing her softened hole. He dipped into her pussy to get himself re-wetted, and added some saliva for good measure, and eased himself back into her bum. It was easier this time, and she let him set a smooth rhythm as his cock slid fully in and out of her. He was really only able to moan at the pleasure, not coherent enough to express himself. She loved it when he got to that point, and egged him on.

"Yeah, feel that tight ass, baby. Don't you like your sweet, dirty Dee giving you her very best treat. Mmm, hm, yes you do. Fuck me, please. Please? Fuck my little butt like it needs to be fucked." It was getting them both off to hear her talk so exquisitely nasty. "Want me to rub my little pussy like this for you, too? Huh? Does that make it even better?" Her fingers found her clit and she let out a gasp at the additional sensation. He tried to warn her of her actions.

"You'd better shut up if you want me to last in here, fucker." Was all he was able to get out, as he moaned continuously at the enormous pleasure of her. He had to keep his eyes shut, because watching her was devastating. She was so undeniably cute, and so fantastically dirty at the same time. Now watching his dick disappear in her beautiful butt while she played with herself was really far more than any man should be forced to endure.

"Aw, I'm sorry," she cooed in a baby doll voice. "Am I being a bad girl? I don't want to be a bad girl, you know. Uh, uh. I just want your cock up my butt. That's not bad, is it? Can't I be a good little girl and let you fuck my ass at the same time? Please fuck me there. Please fuck my good little ass."

"Shut. Up." He was trying so hard to resist and make it last, but she was absolutely killing him now. It was a losing battle, he knew, but he fought valiantly for a few moments longer. Then she talked it right out of him in an instant.

"Cum in my ass," was all she said. The abruptness and simplicity of her command caught him off guard, and his dick responded before he could help himself. With a loud moan, he shot her butt with his first jet, then quickened his pace, fucking her hard to give her the rest of his load. 

His hot cum felt amazing in her, and she could feel each new spurt warming her insides, causing her aching orgasm to slowly roll through the lower part of her body. He fingers on her pussy made every part of her electrified with pleasure, and the fullness in her ass was wonderfully satisfying.

He slowed himself down, letting his dick float in her warm snugness while it kept trying to urge more semen out. She held him in for a few minutes until she started to get a little uncomfortable again, and asked him to slowly back out. Her body was completely used up in every sexual capacity, and she'd undoubtedly be sore in multiple places tomorrow. As would he.



Seducing Coach Ch. 04



When Spring finally arrived and things got busy again with the team, coach Mark Evans found the usual routine of working with his group of high school girls was not quite as routine as it had been only one year earlier. That was before anything had happened with his recently graduated athletes Dee and Bobbi, and before they filled him in on the intimate details about two of his current seniors, Lisa and Kim. 

His work with the team had always been genuine and above board. Having athletic girls around was a temptation perhaps, but he'd never really let himself think about it. He had a great rapport with his girls, and he didn't want to jeopardize either his job or his relationships with them by doing anything foolish. His style of coaching was not to be stand-offish, but rather to be far more casual and friendly. This wasn't a conscious choice necessarily, but more representative of who he was and how he interacted with people. But now, knowing what he knew and having done what he'd done, his viewpoint would be forever altered. Now that he had tasted the fruit, and found ways to keep that concealed, the temptations he previously eschewed were increasingly considered.

Of the two girls in question, Kim would probably cause him less anguish. The fact that she'd come out as lesbian and had been seeing Lisa since last summer was definitely intriguing, but was unlikely to lead to any indiscretions involving him personally. Kim, whose mocha skin and long loose curls belied her mixed African American blood, was amiable and enthusiastic. But while he got along well with her, she wasn't as familiar with him as some of the others. The only trouble he could see would be the self-imposed mental torment of knowing what might be going on in her hotel room when the team traveled overnight to events.

The greater difficulty would come from how he handled his interactions with Lisa. The team had, as expected, voted her captain, which meant that she would be working closer with him as coach than the average player, although his relationship with her had already been pretty close, both professionally and platonically. She was bright and talented, and had for several seasons now been a favorite of his on those merits alone. 

The real problem was two-fold. One, he was undeniably attracted to her. She stood only 5'2", weighed only 115lbs, and was cute as a button, with short curly brown hair, a marvelous set of 34Cs, and a sweet little butt atop her full, strong thighs. He might easily have been able to dismiss his physical interest in her had it not been for the second half of the problem: he'd found out from Dee that she herself had been fantasizing about him. Lisa had confessed her desires in confidence, a confidence that was soon broken by her precocious friend whom she had no idea was already fucking her coach. 

To make matters worse, Lisa apparently had a fondness for spanking, and specifically, a desire to be spanked by him. This added kink would almost surely be his undoing. It was one thing to be surrounded daily by young girls in their spandex athletic shorts, but something else entirely to know one of those cute little bums was yearning for the cool slap of his hand. How then was he going to get through the season without obliging her? It didn't seem possible, or fair, but then again, there were worse problems one could have. The obvious choice, the right choice, was to ignore these things until she graduated in two months, at which point if she still harbored these thoughts they could perhaps be acted upon with a far lesser element of risk. If by then she no longer had an interest, then it would all be discounted as the fleeting whims of a teenage girl.

And so, midway through the season he found that things were both easier and harder than he'd expected. Easier because time was going by quickly now. There was more than enough to do day to day between organizing practice, getting ready for each week's competition, and keeping the equipment maintained; all the usual drudgery of coaching a team. Lisa turned out to be as fine a captain as he'd expected. She was an excellent go to girl when he had problems with the squad, or needed help after practice. But that was also the hard part. She was eager to assist him, and was frequently around longer than most of the girls. They got along as well as ever, if not better, and it was torture for him wondering what thoughts were really going through her head.

And all the while, on a daily basis, there was her cute little spandex clad butt an arm's length away. It was killing him to think about it. It had been months since the last time Dee had visited, and he was nearly beside himself with the longing to hold any part of the feminine form in his hands. He'd grown accustomed to grabbing Dee's ass whenever she was around, and there were times when he had almost grabbed Lisa's out of habit. If they were in his office or the storage area, their proximity was often such that he quite easily could have necessarily and legitimately crossed that boundary of personal space. And whether he imagined it or not, from time to time it seemed Lisa was cutting it closer than need be as well. 

Finally, after a few weeks of the constant tension in the physical space between them, he decided he'd start experimenting with the rules. Partially out of a combination of boredom and frustration, partially because the end of the season was but a few short weeks off, he began to allow his body to accidentally encounter hers. Little things at first, and infrequently lest it seem obvious: his arm would brush her shoulder while reaching for something, his elbow would knock against hers. Gradually, and this is over the course of many days, it escalated into his hip jostling her as he passed, his arm just slightly grazing her breast as he turned, his thigh pressing against her bum. Each time it happened, nothing was said by either of them to call attention to it. At first because it wasn't enough to merit comment, but as the stakes raised, and the intrusion became more personal it became almost a game to see who was going to call it out first.

Then, with two weeks left in the season, a couple of things happened which affected his plan to resist. The first was that he got a phone call from Dee. Obviously this wasn't out of the ordinary; he'd been talking to her regularly over the course of the semester, although less so now that her exam schedule was limiting her free time. However, in this particular call he finally got the confirmation about Lisa that he'd been looking for.

"So," Dee began to ask, "what have you been doing to Lisa that's got her so freaked out?"

"What do you mean?" he responded innocently. Since Dee and Lisa were still friends, he'd been hoping they'd eventually talk about him, and that the news would filter back.

"When she called the other day she started telling me about how totally flustered you've gotten her. She said, 'It's like he keeps getting closer and closer to me all the time. Like he keeps bumping into me at practice and stuff. If it was anybody else I'd be totally suspicious, but you know he's kinda of a dork anyway, and I doubt he's coming on to me. It's really weird, and to be honest it's getting me totally hot.' What the hell are you doing to her, Mark?"

"Oops, busted," he confessed. "I got tired of being around her all the time without knowing what she was thinking, so I've been running a little experiment to see how she'd respond. Looks like the results are coming in."

"Oh, you're bad," she said. "I figured you were up to something, but I played dumb with her. Be careful, mister, you got two more weeks until she graduates. Don't do anything stupid."

Sage advice coming from the nineteen year old who started sleeping with him one month out of high school. But her point was valid, it was still important that he make it through to the end, and it was so close. But then the second event occurred, which would force his hand, so to speak.

Later that week, the team had a great game at regionals and qualified for the state championship. In the excitement and celebration of the victory, a portion of their equipment got left behind, necessitating a return trip by Mark the next day to retrieve it. While it wasn't a huge inconvenience, it certainly wasn't something he would tolerate from his otherwise well disciplined team, and they would surely here about it and pay for it at the next practice.

Then it occurred to him that he could use the incident to further test his boundaries with Lisa. He would, of course, verbally reprimand the team for their oversight. He could be very intimidating when he put his mind to it, and he rarely had any trouble because the team hated seeing him pissed off. He found it to be a wonderful deterrent and motivator. So he gave them all a solid chewing out about it. But once this was done and practice was over, he asked LIsa to stay behind to discuss it personally with her. 

She came to his office once the others had left, still dressed in her spandex and t-shirt, uncertain of what she'd find. He was leaning against his desk waiting for her, with an expression that said he was in no mood to be trifled with. Being in front of his desk like he was left little room, and she stood less than a meter in front of him.

"Close the door please," he said, sounding impatient. Swinging the door shut meant that she'd momentarily have to move closer to him still to let it pass. He could smell the sweet scent of her hair as she came nearer before leaning back against the door with her hands behind her.

"So, what the hell happened after the meet Saturday?" He asked sternly. "We're so close to the end now, and this sort of mental lapse is just the kind of thing that'll ruin our chances."

"I'm just as upset as you are, believe me," she said unapologetically. She wasn't the type to back down in the face of adversity, nor would she shy away from his reproach.

"Yes, I understand that," he continued. "But unfortunately you're also somewhat responsible. As captain, part of your job is to help me control these girls. And it seems I can't even control you."

This caught her off guard. "Control me?" she said reflexively. What the hell was he talking about, controlling her. He'd never spoken to her like that before, and it certainly wasn't part of how they interacted. "I don't understand," she said, looking him in the eye.

He stood up, shortening the space between them further, deliberately close, but not moving closer. "This goes beyond what happened last weekend. You've been a little unruly for the past few weeks now, and it's been quite a distraction. It seems we keep," he slowly reached out an took hold of her upper arm, "bumping into each other." He pulled her forward so she was no longer leaning on the door.

Her pulse began to race. Her initial reaction had been one of indignation, but now she was just confused. What was this crazy set of signals she was getting? She wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but her unease was coupled with a strange sense of arousal.

"It almost seems like it's happening deliberately, like you've been trying to get in my way." He paused, letting the silence go just a little too long. "What am I supposed to do with you Lisa, spank you like a little girl?" he asked smoothly, smiling at her.

She felt herself melt when he said this. In the back of her mind she wondered how he knew, but the thought was buried beneath the swirl of arousal and trepidation enveloping her. Still holding her arm he moved her forward to the desk. He released his grip but kept his fingers around her, gently pulling his hand all the way down to her wrist, which he pulled forward to place her hand on the desk. "The other hand too, please." She did as she was told.

He stood back a step from her, giving her space while she stood their prone, her palms flat on the desk. She looked over her shoulder at him and asked with a half smile, "You're not really going to spank me, are you Mr. Evans?"

He reached out with an open palm and lightly placed the tip of his middle finger on the back of her bare thigh below her shorts. The tiny sensation of his touch shot through her like a bolt, catching her breath. "I think you deserve it, don't you Lisa?" Slowly, he moved his finger upwards across her skin, over the edge of her shorts, and up her backside, where he traced a little circle around the curve of her perfect cheek. He let his finger wander across the spandex indentation to the other cheek, as her breath became audible in the small closed room. He added his other fingers to the delicate massage he was administering, allowing them to squeeze now and again as they explored.

'"Do you think you deserve it, Lisa?" He leaned his face down towards her ear, his nose pressing into her curls. "Tell me you need a spanking, Lisa, and I'll give it to you. If you don't think you need one, however, we'll stop right now."

"I need a spanking, Mr. Evans," she panted, far more unsure of herself than he'd ever heard her.

The full flat of his hand was now caressing her entire butt. "Are you scared, Lisa?" he asked soothingly. She shook her head indeterminately, not really sure herself if she was or not. "You shouldn't be scared," he said, giving her ass a firm hard squeeze, digging his fingers into her tight flesh, causing her to gasp. "You'll only get what you know you deserve, then everything will be ok." He raised his hand back a foot or so and gave her a light swat, keeping his hand in place and squeezing. Rubbing across to the other side he lifted his hand and repeated the motion with a bit more force.

"See, that's not so bad." She was breathing heavily, almost moaning. 

"You're being a good girl. Now here's what we're going to do. Bring your feet together, that's it. I want to you roll the waist of your shorts down one inch for me." Bent over as she was, her t-shirt lifted up to her waist, revealing the delicate skin of her lower back. She put her hands to her waistline and rolled the band one turn downwards, exposing the very small of her back. "Good, just like that, now put your hands back on the desk. I'm going to give you a few spanks, then when I pause, you're going to roll them down one more turn each time. Understood?" She nodded.

She was nearly delirious with desire. Her heart was pounding as she stood there at his mercy, her whole body aching in anticipation. She was pressing her thighs together to try to ease the longing, feeling her wet lips easily sliding past each other as she did.

From his perspective the effect was mesmerizing. Here was this perfect eighteen year old body willingly bending over his desk, her tight butt squirming and flexing as her hips gently swayed, waiting for whatever he would give. His dick was absolutely solid in his pants, and the sense of power he had of this young girl filled him with intense lust.

He raised his hand, farther back this time, and gave her a series of six smacks, alternating each cheek, and lightly rubbing her after each one. Each swat forced a gasp out her as she tried to control her breathing. The mixture of pleasure and pain was exquisite. After the sixth one he paused, taking his hand away. "Roll, please."

One more turn and the very top of her crevice was visible. Another round of spanks, another pause. After the third roll, her shorts were half way down her butt. The sight of her tight shorts slowly coming off was incredibly arousing for both of them. With each pause Lisa availed herself to the opportunity to squeeze her thighs a little more to quell the aching in her cunt, and the air against her increasingly exposed skin felt good against the growing sting. For him, watching this charming little girl unwrap herself for him was absolutely tantalizing.

Each new series was just slightly harder, though the effect of which was somewhat counteracted by the thickness of the rolled shorts protecting her. After the fourth roll, however, her ass was almost completely exposed, and was being compressed upwards by the snugness of the shorts, making her already beautiful globes impossibly more perky. With his open palm getting a full hand full of flesh, the fifth round was far more intense than the previous. Her skin actually hurt now despite the brief caress she received between blows, and even though she was fully aroused, she could feel tears coming to her eyes. Her moans were becoming shouts, and the tone of excitement was being replaced by anguish.

"Almost done, sweetie," he said as she was finally rolling the shorts onto her thighs. "You're being so good. Would you like to rub you ass a bit to sooth it?" She gingerly ran her hands over her red bottom, trying to wish the sting away. It was an amazingly erotic sight to see her touching herself, and he allowed her some extra time to their mutual benefit.

"Ok," he said finally, "One more round." He grabbed her hands with one hand, holding her wrists between his thumb and first two fingers, and lifted them slightly behind her back, making her bend over a little more. With her hands up in the air and her ass on full display, he gave her six more hard smacks. He let the interval in between last longer in proportion to the pain, but still by the final two she was crying out. When he was done he put her arms back in front of her and let her lean forward onto them on the desk, her head down, her knees bent. As she rested there, recovering, he again softly traced the burning skin of her cheeks with his finger tips.

When she regained some composure, she meekly said with her head still resting in her hands, "Thank you, Mister Evans, for my spanking. Do you need me to do anything else?"

"I need you to spread your feet apart for me," he said. She propped herself up on her elbows and straightened her knees, placing her feet shoulder width apart. "Wider please, there you go." Her legs were about a meter apart. With both hands massaging her ass and her thighs open, he was now able to plunge his fingers up between her legs. He was amazed at how wet she was. Her shorts were soaked and her thighs were slick as he easily pushed the middle two fingers of his left hand into her aching slit. The force of his thrust caused her to lunge forward back onto the desk, as a great pent-up moan escaped her throat. 

With his hand like a hook, he gave her a deep, rough two-finger fuck. His wrist pressed between the crack of her ass above her shorts, he was all but lifting her off the floor as he drove his fingers in. She was almost instantly cumming on him, shouting out as he forced her body up and onto the desk. She clenched eagerly around his fingers as he brought her all the way to a screaming orgasm, being as merciless with her pussy as he'd been with her ass. She was trying to get him to stop, attempting to beg him, but the words never came out as anything but incoherent gasps, her entire body helpless to the storm of intense pleasure. 

It wasn't until his arm got tired that he relented and eased his abuse. Leaving her panting for a moment, he walked across the tiny room to the closet, opening the door and bringing out a length of rope.

Seeing this she uttered, "Oh please, what now?"

"Now we give you one last lesson," he said, putting the rope down on the desk. "Stand up and face me, please."

Eyeing the rope nervously, she slowly raised herself to a more or less vertical position, turning towards him. It gave him the first glance at her cute little bush above her rolled up shorts. 

"Ok," he began, "shorts off, all the way." She pushed her shorts down her legs and pulled them of around her tennis shoes, her bare butt resting on the desk to support herself before standing back up again. "And your shirt." She grabbed the base of it with both hands and lifted it up over her head. She was now standing in front of him dressed only in a sports brand and shoes and sox. It somehow made her feel more naked than naked.




Seducing Coach Ch. 04



"Now," he said, kicking off his shoes, "take off my clothes, please." She reached forward and grabbed his shirt, lifting it off him as he raised his arms to assist. She got down on her knees in front of him and reached down for his foot. He lifted one, then the other to allow her to remove his socks. She sat up on her heels again, and ran her hands admiringly against his flat stomach, before grabbing the fabric around his waist and pulling the last of his clothes from his body in one final motion. As he stepped out of his pants and stood before him, she remained on her knees, looking up at him expectantly with the most adorable look she'd ever given him. Despite his rigid cock inches from he face, and a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip, she maintained eye contact and said nothing.

"Would you catch that for me," he directed, looking at the drip. She reach out her hand and grasped his penis, encircling it with her fingers, stroking the slick drop down the length of it while squeezing out additional goo. Seeing the need to keep collecting it, she kept stroking it into her palm. 

It took enormous self restraint to control himself now that his cock was finally being attended to. He briefly allowed himself the knee-buckling pleasure of her gentle hand job before stopping her.

"Ok, ok, Jesus. That's fine, please stop now," he said breathlessly. She released his dick and sat back, giving her hand a long, lascivious like before placing it back in her lap with a disappointed pout on her face. "Some other time, I'm afraid," he said. "Stand up and give me your hand."

Holding her hand to help her up, he grabbed the rope and tied it loosely around one wrist. "Come here." He led her over to the open door of the closet, positioning her perpendicular to it, her chest facing the outward edge. "Raise your hands." She lifted hands straight up over her head such that one was on either side of the door. Taking the end of the rope, he draped it over the door then tied it to her other wrist, taking out enough of the slack that she was raised slightly onto her toes. She was now effectively hanging from the end of the door, ass outwards, an arm on either face of it.

'Now we get to take care of me. Ok, sweetie, stand up on your toes and stick your cute little butt out to me." She raised herself up further onto her toes, arching her back as she held onto the rope. From behind her he spread his feet, lowering his hips as he brought himself up to her. With one hand on her waist he used the other to position his dick between her clasped thighs, his legs on either side of hers. He pressed his slippery dick between her warm flesh, and soon found the additional wetness of her opening. Dipping down further into a squat, he pushed himself up into her and straightened his legs for the thrust.

She gasped as he pushed all the way up against her ass, still glowing from her punishment, his cock in as deeply as the position would allow. He held tiny her waist in his hands, using her for support as he thrust up, lifting her higher onto her toes each time. He now had his sweet young captain hung from a door for him to fuck, unable to do anything but take it. 

The snugness of her thighs, the unbearable cuteness of her butt, the delay of waiting so long to penetrate her, and the nasty manner in which he had her mounted all conspired to draw the cum from him far sooner than he would have liked. It wasn't more than a minute or two before both of them were right back on the edge. He stopped himself a few times, pulling out to rub himself directly against her butt, only to plunge back in as the lust overtook him. When she began to cum again he committed himself to shooting his load, and as she clenched his stiff dick in orgasm, he released his thick cum up into her delightfully helpless pussy. He held himself up to her as long as the semen lasted, looking down at her adorable ass while her hanging body shook with the remains of her pleasure.

Holding her hips, he lifted her up off the door and spun around to seat her on the desk, where she promptly flopped onto her back. "Oh my fucking god, that was amazing," she exclaimed through gasps and laughter. "You, sir, are a bad, bad, coach!"

"And you," he replied, "are a filthy, misbehaving captain. Understand that I won't hesitate to discipline you again should the need arise. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Perfectly, Mr. Evans."