by Jenna Rose
“So, if he’s not a sex offender, why’d he come to the United States then?”
“Maybe he just wanted a change,” Aubrey suggests with a shrug.
“Maybe he didn’t want to live in Middle Earth,” I reply, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
“Oh, that’s where they filmed that geeky movie with the orcs and goblins,” Brenda laughs.
“Lord of the Rings,” Aubrey says.
“Maybe he just wanted a new job,” I suggest. “New Zealand’s small. Maybe he wanted to see the world.”
Brenda thinks for a second then shakes her head. “No, I like the sex offender idea better.”
“Would you stop that?!” I snip, getting angry. “You can’t just go around spreading rumors about a guy like that!”
“Why not?” she asks. “What do you care? He’s not even your coach!”
Yes, he is…
“Just stop, Brenda!” I say, glaring daggers at her. “He’s friends with my dad, okay? My dad isn’t friends with sex offenders! I’ve had him over at my house for dinner!”
Brenda looks at me like I’m crazy, then a gleam enters her eye. “I get it. You wanna fuck him.”
I groan again as Aubrey laughs.
“She wants to fuck him!” Brenda giggles, pointing a finger at me. “Daisy wants Coach! Daisy wants Coach!”
“Shhhh!” I hiss. “What are you, twelve?”
“Admit it!” Brenda laughs, continuing to taunt me. “Admit that you want him to bone you in the locker room!”
I’m so annoyed right now, but there’s no way I’m going to freak out on her in the middle of the cafeteria. So I go another route.
“You’re right,” I say simply. That shuts her up. “In fact, I actually almost did. Yesterday I bent over his desk and he ate my pussy. And then after the game, I snuck out, gave him road head, went over to his house and almost fucked him, but then his mom came over and I had to sneak out.”
Both of my friends just look at me for a long moment, then burst out laughing.
“Oh, Daisy,” Aubrey says, leaning her head on my shoulders. “You are too funny.”
“You know, if you weren’t such a fucking virgin, I might believe that,” Brenda replies with a chuckle. That seems to shut them both up about Coach for the time being, and I smile to myself, wondering what they would do if they actually knew the truth. Out of all of us, I’d be the last one to do anything like that.
The second half of the day drags by as slowly as the first. I do everything I can to run into Coach again, but the closest I get is a quick look as he’s on his way out to the fields.
“Come on, bitch!” Brenda calls out from her car. “Let’s go!”
I glance over my shoulder one last time to see if I can spot Coach, but he’s nowhere to be found. Twisting my lips in frustration, I get into Brenda’s car and she pulls off. For the first half of the drive, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. We just sort of listen to music until we’re almost to my house. But once we’re pulling onto my block, Brenda slows down and gives me a look.
“What?” I ask. She just sort of smiles at me, making me fidget in my seat. “What!?”
“You’ve got a thing for him.”
I feel a jolt in my chest. “Thing for who?”
But I can tell she already knows—either that or she has her suspicions. “Him. Coach Irons.”
“W—what?” I stammer, flustered, feeling my cheeks go red. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, bitch,” she says flatly. “I know you. You’ve never reacted like that before when we were talking about him. You’ve got a crush on him!”
It’s a lot more than a crush, I want to say, but I don’t. Brenda may be one of my best friends, but she has a big mouth; if I admit to anything, it’ll be all around school by tomorrow.
“Gimme a break, Brenda. He’s, like, forty!”
“He’s thirty-five,” she replies as she parks, something which I didn’t even know. “Which is hot. Admit it.”
“Brenda, I don’t know where you’re getting this,” I tell her, channeling my inner Meryl Streep. “But just because I was defending the guy doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.”
A gleam flashes in Brenda’s eyes and she waves a finger at me. “See? I said crush; you said love.”
I just frown, twist my lips and grab my bag.
“Gimme a break, okay?” I ask her as I get out of the car. I hear her calling after me until I reach my door. I flip her the bird over my shoulder and head inside, and immediately go up to my room and lie down. My head feels like it’s filled with big, white, puffy clouds. Or maybe I feel like I’m soaring high above them. I wish I could share everything with her, with Aubrey, but I know the consequences of that would be terrible. There are rules about teachers dating students, which means Coach and I have to keep things secret for the entire rest of the year!
Rest of the year…Did I just think that? Wow. First I said love and now I’m making long-term plans? I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. As I close my eyes, Coach’s gorgeous face fills my mind. I have the same butterflies in my chest that I get when he looks at me in person, and feel the heat rush between my legs.
I’ve never been a horny girl; I don’t even masturbate. But after meeting Coach, it’s like the horny teenager inside me came alive and I don’t know what to do about it.
I can hear my dad out back doing something with my mom, and get up quickly and lock the door to my room. Quickly, I get completely naked and lie down on my bed. In the last few days, I’ve become aware of my body in ways I never had before. I’m looking at my curves in a new light, trying to see them as he sees them.
I run my hands slowly up my legs, up my hips to my waist and then up to my breasts, pretending—wishing—they were his. My nipples go hard as I remember what it was like to be bent over his desk with his face between my thighs.
With one hand, I slowly start to play with myself. I don’t really know what I’m doing and wish Coach was here to teach me. I try to imitate what he did to me with his tongue, but he’s right; it’s nowhere near as good. But I’m aching for his touch, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to…see him next. I have to do something.
My hips move automatically, writhing seductively as though Coach was watching me. I picture him standing at the foot of my bed, completely naked, his monstrous cock in his hand, stroking it as he watches me.
Am I turning into an exhibitionist? I wonder as I feel my climax beginning to rise. No. I only want him to see me.
A glowing warmth spreads through me like a bubbling wave. I want to moan and cry out his name, but my parents are out back, so I grab a pillow and smother my face with it as I come. Coach! Coach! Coach!
My wetness coats my hand as my hips rock and my body quivers. I wish he could be here to see me aching for his attention. Brenda’s right; he’s an older man, which is so hot, and the fact that he’s off-limits makes it even hotter. I’m not a rule breaker, but I know now that I’ll do anything for him.
As I come down, I push my pillow aside and take a deep breath. My orgasm rocked me, but like an appetizer before a meal, it’s left me yearning for more. I hear my parents come in the back door and quickly get dressed as I hear my dad’s steps coming upstairs.
Not now, I groan as I pull on a sweatshirt. There’s a knock on my door.
“Daisy?”
“Yeah, dad!” I reply, hoping he doesn’t want to come in and chat.
“We’re having a guest for dinner tonight. I just thought you should know.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “Who is it?”
“Coach Irons,” he replies. “He’ll be over in an hour!”
8
Coach
I can’t keep my eyes off her. Daisy’s beauty and innocence has me completely captivated. It’s the reason I’m over here tonight. I basically invited myself by giving Pete some sob story about being lonely over here in America after my move. That’s a whole lot better of an explanation than,
“Yeah, I wanna bone your hot-ass daughter until she forgets her own name.”
I’m doing everything I can to keep my dick from getting completely hard as we sit out back at the patio table. Daisy knew I was coming; that much is obvious. She’s wearing a pair of short-shorts that I’m surprised Pete let her wear—the athletic kind with the white piping around the edges. She has to keep picking them out of her tight little ass every time she shifts or gets up from her chair.
She’s wearing a baby-blue halter top too. When I first showed up, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Pete called her out back and I heard him hiss at her to go upstairs and put one on. She’s braided her hair too, in those two braids that go down the back and are nice and tight; they make me want to grab ahold of them while I drill her from behind. She’s an absolute fucking teenage goddess and I want to skip dinner completely and devour her.
“So how are they treating you?” Charlotte asks, snapping me out of my trance.
“Huh?”
“The kids,” she smiles. “How are they treating you?”
“Oh, they’re fine. Nothing I can’t handle,” I reply. “Couple of cocky little shits, but that’s to be expected.“
“We probably were when we were their age, too,” Pete adds. “And uh…have you met Miss Henderson yet?”
I see Daisy go visibly tense across the table at the mention of Miss Melons’ name.
“Oh, we met,” I chuckle. Charlotte’s laughing too. “Not very subtle, is she?”
“If she was, she wouldn’t have double-Es would she?” Charlotte laughs.
Daisy is frown-laughing; she doesn’t want to hear about Miss Melons, and I don’t blame her. Just thinking about Trent’s sleazy eyes on her, or thinking back to the things I heard him say about her, fills me with rage.
“Oh, look at that,” Pete says. “We’re out of wine.”
He lifts the bottle and turns it upside down, letting a few drops spill out.
“I’ll get some more,” I say quickly. I don’t want to leave Daisy, but at the same time, it’s torture having her right in front of me and not being able to do anything.
“No, no,” Charlotte says quickly, getting up from her seat. “You are our guest and I’m still good to drive. I’ll go.”
“Which means I have to go too,” Pete grumbles as he gets up.
“Why? Don’t trust your wife to replace the wine?” Charlotte asks.
“They won’t have that kind,” he says, wrapping his arm around her waist. “And you, my dearest, have shit taste in wine.”
I chuckle as Charlotte pretends like she’s going to bite Pete’s nose off. He glances over at me.
“You two going to be okay alone for a few minutes?” he asks. Okay? More than okay, pal. “Daisy, why don’t you show our new coach here your softball swing?”
“That sounds like a great idea,” I say with a smile. “We’ll be fine. You two go ahead. Take your time.”
Really take your time. That’s what I want to say. Pete gives me a hearty clap on the shoulders and I get up and head over to the corner of the house, where a softball bat and ball are sitting. Daisy just looks at me as her parents head out the front door. I feel like I’m ready to burst, and once I hear their car pull out of the driveway, I lose control.
I have my hand around the back of her neck and the other between her legs in a flash. She moans, and I kiss her ready lips as my cock swells, aching for her body. Her little shorts do nothing to hide the outline of her pussy from me, but that’s not enough. I tug them down and grab her ass hard, feeling how soft and firm it is.
Her body arches against mine and she quickly starts to undo my pants. I spread her open and find her flower, dripping with arousal, so sweet and innocent. I’m dying to stretch her, claim her, make her fit only me and watch her face as I claim her cherry and make sure she’s mine forever.
“Coach…” she whispers as I part her slit and slide a finger inside. She’s even tighter than I expected. I can feel her hole clench down on me as I go one-knuckle deep. She’s not used to having anything in there, but this is nothing compared to what I have to give her.
I curl my finger inside and find her G-spot. She shakes in my arms and falls forward against me, letting her lips drag across my neck. Using my other hand, I hold her up so she doesn’t fall while I give her the “come-hither” motion that will send her over the edge.
Within seconds she’s panting in my ear. Her body is shaking as she reaches into my pants and finds my cock. And that’s when she goes over the edge. I feel her tight cunt clamp down on my finger and I apply pressure and hold my finger where it is while her climax rocks her.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” I purr. I could watch her come all day long. “Clamp down on me with that tight, virgin pussy.”
“F—fuck…fuck…” she stammers, her voice stammering in rhythm with her orgasm.
“Whose pussy is that?” I ask her, feeling more possessive than ever. “Whose?”
“Yours,” she whispers as she comes.
“Louder,” I say firmly.
“Yours!” she cries out as the last of her climax rushes through her, almost sending her to her knees. But I hold her tight in my arms and keep her standing while she recovers. Her hands start to move on my dick as she comes out of it. Finally she opens her eyes and I find myself staring into impossible beauty. Pre-cum spills from my cock and I grin as she tugs my pants down over my hips.
“So big…” she whispers.
“All for you, baby. All for you.”
9
Coach
This is so fucking wrong; I’m hooking up with my buddy’s daughter in their back yard while he and his wife are out picking up wine. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself.
I look down as Daisy gets on her knees in front of me, her little athletic shorts down at her ankles, her legs spread wide to give me a perfect view of her little pink pussy, dripping with sweet arousal like a juicy peach I could eat all day.
“Like what I did in the car?” she asks, holding my cock by its base, the tip a hair’s breadth from her wet lips.
“Yes, baby,” I tell her, stroking her head gently. “Just like that, but we’re going deeper this time.”
“I…I want you to fuck me, Coach,” she says timidly. But there’s a lust in her teenage eyes.
“I want that too, baby girl,” I tell her. “But not now. Not a quickie. You deserve better than that for your first time, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“When?” she asks. I smile down at her and stroke the side of her cheek.
“Soon. Now, suck my dick.”
She opens her mouth and I slide inside. The warmth and wetness overwhelms me and my dick twitches like I’m already going to come. Fuck! I clench my fist and throw my head back. It just feels too fucking good. I’m the only one she’s done this with too, which makes it so much sweeter. Last time I wasn’t able to finish, but this time…
“That’s right,” I groan, looking down at the vision of perfection on her knees before me. “Just like that. Use your hand like this.”
I show her how to work my shaft with one hand while she plays with my balls with the other. The muscles in my legs and core go tight. It’s bliss, but it’s also torture. Her pretty, pink, virgin pussy is on full display—right there—and I can’t take it now. It’s not the right time. I’m not going to claim her cherry with a quickie before her parents come home. That wouldn’t be right. But I’m absolutely dying to.
“Play with your pussy,” I tell her. “Play with that wet cunt while you suck my cock.”
Her eyes light up and she takes the hand that was on my balls and reaches down between her legs. Using two fingers, she gently rubs her clit in a circular motion. I smile; it’s obvious she doesn’t have any real experience doing that either.
I’ll teach her everything, I think. No. I’ll coach her through it.
“These lips are mine, princess,” I groan as she moves up and down on my cock. “Just like that little
pussy I’m going to claim.”
She moans and I feel the vibrations down my shaft. Hungrily, I grab her by the back of the head and push her down. I grunt and shudder when I feel the back of her throat. Her eyes go wide and I feel her gag and pull back. It’s best to ease her into this, even though my every instinct is to ravage her.
“You’re so big,” she stammers. “I’ll never be able to take it all.”
“Oh, you will,” I coo. I lean forward and bring my lips close to hers. “You’ll take it all—in your throat and in your pussy.”
I kiss her deeply. She moves her hand faster on her pussy, which only turns me on even more. I stand up again and bring my cock to her mouth. I drag it back and forth, spreading my pre-cum across her luscious lips. She smiles and lets out a naughty little laugh, then I slide back inside.
“Fuck,” I groan, glancing back over my shoulder to make sure her Pete and Charlotte still aren’t back. I have to blow my load now. If they come home and I haven’t finished, well I’m going to be stuck with a hard dick all night, and that will make it pretty hard to socialize.
“I’m going to give you my cum now,” I tell her. “And you’re going to swallow every single drop, aren’t you?”
Daisy nods her head the best she can and moves her fingers faster on her pussy. I can practically taste her juices as I watch. My balls go taut and I feel the climax speeding up, full force like a rocket. Her gorgeous eyes gaze up at me eagerly as her plump teenage lips move back and forth on my dick.
“Every drop,” I remind her as my cock twitches. I’m right there. This girl is a mind-fuck. I’ll do anything for her. Anything.
