by Jenna Rose
I bury my cock inside her. She moans, gasps, and throws her legs around my waist, but as she does, her pussy squeezes even harder and I go over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I stammer as I buck my hips back and pull out of her so quickly I hear her cry out. I throw my head back and growl like a wolf as my cock explodes. I hear her squeal and laugh, and I look down to see that the first rope of my load has landed right on her face. I grunt and keep coming, spraying hot seed across her neck, her tits, her stomach, until finally I’m coming down from the most intense orgasm of my life.
I brace myself on the bed and shake my head as I come back to reality. I hear Daisy’s cute little giggle beneath me and open my eyes to her beauty. She’s covered in my cum, looking like a beauty portrait turned Jackson Pollock. I smile, and we both laugh.
“Wow, I was not expecting that,” she says.
“Me either. That never happens to me. But I’ve never had a pussy as tight as yours either.”
I grab a wad of tissues from the bed and carefully wipe my cum from her body, staring at her beautiful face.
“I really am your cum slut now,” she teases as I finish. She bites her finger like a little Lolita, causing my cock to jerk again.
“Fuck you’re naughty,” I growl. “My cum slut.”
“Only yours.” She looks down at my dick, then back to me. “So…you need a half hour?”
“Half hour!?” I laugh. “Fuck no, baby. If you think I’m going to pull myself away from that pussy now, after only having a taste, you’ve lost your mind.”
“You can go again? So…so soon?”
I lean down and bring my face to hers. “Baby, I’m no boy. I’m a man, and I’m about to show you what a man can do.”
12
Daisy
I can still taste the sweet and saltiness of Coach’s cum on my lips as he slides his cock back into me. There’s a quick flare of pain like I felt when he first entered me, but it’s gone in an instant as he gives me everything he has to give. I feel him bottom out and we both moan together.
His long thick cock stretches me as he starts to move, thrusting slowly back and forth with obvious care. This is my first time and he wants it to be special. I appreciate that, but Coach has awoken a dirty girl inside of me, and that dirty girl just wants to get fucked.
“Fuck me, Coach,” I tell him, my voice a whisper at first—but then louder. “Fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me,” I reply. It’s like I’m possessed by him. Only Coach, a man, could bring this out of me. “Hurt my pussy with that huge cock of yours. Hurt me and then fuck me like I’m yours. Because I am.”
I want to take it all, every inch he has to give me. I want to be his little fuck-slut to do with whatever he wants. I want to make his cock explode again as he empties his balls wherever he wants. My body is his. I am his.
“You think you can take it?” he growls, almost challengingly. “All of this big cock inside your virgin pussy?”
“I won’t break,” I tell him. “Try me.”
Coach’s eyes blaze down at me and I hold their gaze as I stroke his muscles, feeling their cuts, their strength. I see sweat beginning to form on his face and take a deep breath as his scent increases. It’s ridiculous how much he turns me on.
He starts thrusting faster; the first one takes my breath away. It hurts, and I feel my walls stretch, but the pain just spurs me on. I can see the dominance in his eyes. He’s claiming me, marking his territory, making me his. A naughty thought enters my mind, and I just come right out and say it.
“I bet Trent wishes he was you right now.”
Coach’s reaction is priceless; his eyes go wide and he stops thrusting. His cock is deep inside me, pressed against my cervix. I can feel his balls on my asshole and my clit is tingling with excitement.
“What did you say?” he asks me. I reach up and grab his strong chin and shake it.
“You heard me. I bet Trent wishes he was you right now.”
Coach slowly cocks his head to the side and makes a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. He moves swiftly, snatches my arms and pins them behind me, forcing my back to arch up off the bed. My mouth hangs open as he brings his lips to mine.
“None of those little fucks will ever touch you,” he growls possessively. “You’re mine.”
His next few thrusts feel like they’re in my stomach. I try to gasp but I can’t; all I can do is take it. He’s fucking the shit out of me and I can’t move. I can’t do anything but lie there while he has his way with me. But I fucking love it. Within seconds I feel an orgasm rising within me that’s so powerful I’m actually afraid of it. Just knowing I have the power to excite him like this has me soaring over the edge with a huge smile on my face.
My body shudders and my pussy clenches down on Coach’s girth. He grunts and drives deep inside me as I come, moving slowly as my climax thuds through me. His powerful grip on my arms slowly loosens as I start to come down, and when I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see him looking down at me with something I thought I saw before, but now am sure of it: love.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. I’m just starting to recover, but I want more. So much more. I want to take everything he has to give me—to be a princess for him. “Take me, Coach. Take all of me.”
It killed me to have to wait this long, but Coach was right; it had to be special. And it is. Before I know it, I’m coming again. I throw my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as my second climax takes me. I’m shivering as I come down. My legs are twitching like I just ran ten miles, and Coach is sweating, dripping his scent all over me.
“Turn around,” he tells me. “Show me that perfect little ass.”
I spin on the bed like I’ve done this before. I spread my legs wide and arch my back as I present myself to him. I thought I’d feel nervous the first time I did doggy, but I’m glowing like a ten-thousand-watt light bulb as I glance back over my shoulder at him and see him on his knees behind me, his abs glistening and his taut arms rippling as he takes my hips.
I scream into the sheets as he penetrates me. This angle is somehow deeper, and as he starts fucking me, I feel like a real woman. And when he spanks me, I feel like his dirty little slut again.
“Fuck!”
“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “Take that big fucking cock for me.”
He thrusts faster and faster and I smile, knowing that he’s in love with the view. I feel the power in the way I’m turning him on. Nothing I’d imagined could compare to this. His cock swells inside of me, and I know he’s getting close again.
“Come in me, Coach,” I tell him. “I want to feel it.”
I’m not on birth control, but I don’t care. I know what I want, and it’s him—a life with him.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks softly.
“No.”
“Then I—I can’t, baby.”
“Why?!” I whine as he grabs my hips. “I want it!”
“I can’t get you pregnant,” he says. “Not yet.”
“But I—”
“Soon, baby,” he purrs back, fucking me with long, deliberate thrusts. “After the school year’s over, I’ll put a baby in that belly and make you mine forever.”
Out of all the things he’s said to me, those words light me on fire like none before. A rush of heat takes me over the edge again. I almost collapse onto the bed, but Coach holds me up with his strong hands and vice-like grip. My legs shudder again and I moan long and deep into the mattress, my pussy begging for his cum. I feel his cock jerk inside me and gasp as he pulls out quickly and I feel the hot warmth of his load raining down on my back and ass.
I’m smiling like an idiot as he splatters me, and as he groans I reach back between my legs and put my hand on my throbbing little pussy. It’s aching with pain—such a good pain, and I’m in Heaven. I never thought it could be like this. Finally, I slump forward onto the bed and take heavy breaths. I hear Coa
ch doing something behind me, and smile as I feel him cleaning my back with some tissue.
“That feels like a lot,” I tell him. Not that I would know, but it does.
“It was,” he replies proudly. “And I could go again right now if I thought your pussy could take it.”
“Oh, it can’t!?” I laugh, rolling quickly onto my back. “What are you—?”
My voice catches in my throat and all the air leaves my lungs as though I’ve been punched in the gut. Behind coach, standing in the doorway, is a woman. Her arms are folded across her chest, her blonde hair is pulled back in an angry pony tail, and she’s staring at me like she might kill me. Coach sees the look on my face and spins around to face her.
“So?” the woman says. “Who’s she?”
13
Daisy
There’s an accent to her voice; Coach’s accent. She’s looking at him like she knows him, and suddenly my mind snaps instantly back to the night we were interrupted by “Coach’s mom” ringing the doorbell. I don’t know how I know, but I do; it wasn’t Coach’s mom, it was this woman.
“Heather,” Coach says. My heart sinks; he does know her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Heather glares daggers back at him. “The better question is; what the fuck is she doing here?”
“Who the fuck are you!?” I spit back without thinking. My voice growls out of my throat like an angry animal. The woman lunges at me, but Coach leaps at her and holds her back.
“You can’t be here, Heather!” he growls as he fights to carry her from the room.
“Why? Because you’re fucking cheating on me?” she rages. She looks like she just got out of bed, or has been up for five days straight. She’s wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt, has no make-up on, and she is built. And by built, I mean that she looks like she could bench more than most of the guys on the soccer team, and squat a truck. She’s literally the complete opposite of me.
Cheating…Did she really just say that? The world seems to move in slow-motion as Coach carries her from the room while she thrashes and screams, her fists balled like she wants to beat me to a pulp. I realize I’m naked, and quickly find my clothes and slide into them as Coach drags Heather, kicking and screaming, into the next room.
I hear their muffled voices through the wall; she’s tearing into him.
“You’re cheating on me with her?” she screams. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Heather, you can’t do this,” Coach replies, doing his best to maintain composure. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave now.”
“Fine, call them!” she laughs. “And I’ll divorce you and take everything. Did you think moving to the fucking United States would somehow get you out of the infidelity clause of our marriage!?”
My stomach sinks. Infidelity clause. Marriage…
Cold adrenaline floods through me as panic sets in. I’m on auto-pilot as I find my things and make my way from the bedroom and out the front door. They’re still shouting at each other as I make my way up the front lawn, feeling a crack form in my heart with every forward step.
A wife…how could he?
My feet move faster and faster. My back is tingling, like at any second that crazy woman will be chasing after me. Before I know it, I’m full-out sprinting home. I snuck out, and I lied, but I’m overjoyed when I see the lights are still on at my house. I burst through the door and find my parents on the couch, both of them ready for bed. My mom is instantly on her feet and I realize that I’m crying, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Baby, what happened!?” she cries out, instantly sweeping me into her arms for a momma hug. “Are you okay?”
“Did someone hurt you!?” my dad asks.
“No,” I blubber. “I’m okay, dad. At least—physically.”
“What happened, sweetie?” my mom asks again. “Tell us!”
I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. I want to spill the beans, but at the same time, I’m afraid of what will happen. Maybe the reality of the situation hasn’t set in yet, but I know that if I tell them the truth—the whole truth—Coach will be in deep trouble.
My dad will kill him, that much is for sure. My mom will report him to the school and then all of this will get out. Everyone will know me as the girl who fucked the soccer coach and blew up his marriage. No. I can’t tell them.
“I—I didn’t go to Brenda’s tonight,” I say. It’s part of the truth. I can at least tell them that. “I went to…see a boy.”
I hear my dad take a deep breath; he wants to reprimand me, and he will, but for now, he stays quiet. My mom, on the other hand, is just going to be my friend now.
“And he didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I just…I guess I thought it was something that it wasn’t. I thought we were going to be exclusive, but…”
“Son of a bitch,” my dad growls. “Who is he? I’ll kill him.”
“No!” I say quickly. “No, daddy. It’s—it’s my fault. I made a mistake. I trusted him when there was really no reason to.”
“It’s not your fault,” my mom tells me, hugging me again. “Boys do things like this. You can’t blame yourself.”
I wish it was that easy. I do blame myself; I blame myself for thinking that a man like Coach, a man who was loved by all the women he meets, would settle down and be exclusive to me. I never even bothered asking him about his past before I just went ahead and let him take my virginity—
Oh, God…I think, as the realization hits me. I let Coach, a man cheating on his wife, take my virginity. Now I’ll have that to remember as my first time.
“What can I do, honey?” my mom asks, fixing my hair. “Tell me?”
“I think I just need to be alone for a while,” I tell her. I pull away and walk slowly down the hall toward the back yard.
“I’ll make you some herbal tea,” she says. “Or I can go get some of that chocolate you love?”
“It’s okay, mom,” I reply as I push open the back door. I love both of those things, but the truth is that now there’s really nothing that can fix the pain inside me.
I slump down in a patio chair and look up at the stars, wishing I could just fly up there and be alone with them. It would be better than this.
What was I thinking? Relationships like this never work out. Sure, an older guy might find a younger girl like me attractive, but why would he ever settle down with me? Especially when he’s already married! But Coach came into my life like a meteor; I was helpless from the moment I saw him.
I feel the cracks in my heart starting to spread. I know that if I move just one inch it will break. The tears continue to run down my cheeks and I just let them. I thought Coach was the answer to the things I wanted in life: a man, marriage, kids, a family. I wouldn’t be like the rest of the girls out there who didn’t know what they wanted, because I’d have him. Now I just feel like an idiot.
And I fell in love with him! He brought out things inside me that I never even knew were there and he embraced them—I embraced them. Life felt brighter when I was with him; more exciting, thrilling even. But now, when I think about him, all I can see is the picture of his wife’s face, standing there in the doorway, looking down at me with contempt.
I get up and do a lap around the yard, feeling the cool grass against my feet. It’s a chilly night, but I don’t even notice. I know I won’t be able to sleep. Maybe I’ll just do laps around the yard until my legs collapse out from under me. I look up at the sky again. A shooting star blazes briefly across the sky then winks out. Under any other circumstances I’d be smiling and running back inside to tell my dad what I just saw, but right now it just makes my heart hurt even more—a brief moment of beauty on such a terrible night.
But just as I feel like I’m about to break, shatter into countless pieces to never be put back together again, I hear the sound of someone pounding on the front door. I whirl around and look through the screen door as my dad pulls it open.
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bsp; Standing there panting, looking like a mess, is Coach.
14
Coach
“Whoa, wait a second, big guy,” Pete says as I try to push past him into the house. He puts a firm hand on my chest and steps outside, closing the door behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Pete,” I say, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ve got to tell you something. I—”
“Am in love with my daughter?”
His words rock me, almost shake me up completely. He—he knows? But how?
“Yeah. I know,” he says with a forced smile, but the rest of his face is angry. “I know you both tried to hide it from me, but I know. And under normal circumstances, I’d be completely fine with it.”
“You would?” I ask, feeling a tiny sense of relief amidst the terrible storm of the night. Pete nods.
“You’re a great guy, and I know that,” he says. “Problem is, right now my daughter doesn’t. I don’t know what happened between the two of you tonight, but if you want any chance of saving this situation—and of me not breaking your nose for hurting her—you’d better go into the back yard now and fix this.”
I look at my friend with relief, and put a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t hurt her. It’s a misunderstanding. I’ll fix it.”
“You better,” he smirks as I push past him and into the house.
“Coach Irons!?” Charlotte stammers. “What are you—?”
“Come here, Charlotte,” Pete calls from the door. “I’ll explain.”
I leave them and stride quickly down the hall into the back yard where Daisy is standing, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. My heart breaks for her. This is Heather’s fault, but I’m just as responsible for not protecting her the way I should have.
“Go,” Daisy tells me, her voice cracked with pain. “Go!”
“Let me explain—”
“You’re married!” she cries. “What is there to explain!?”
