by Jenika Snow
Except he is. If he wasn’t he wouldn't have an erection like the one he has now… would he?
The sad truth is that I don’t know anything about guys. I’ve never been interested in them before. Could it be possible that Coach is only responding to me because I’m a girl? I mean I’m not bad looking and I know my body is pretty decent.
Is that why he’s aroused?
This nervous excitement fills me. What if I could get Coach to act on his attraction? What if… What if I make him want me so much that he gives in? What if he pushes me up against the wall, rips my clothes off of my body and thrusts inside of me, taking my virginity?
I can’t count the number of times that I’ve dreamed about that.
I crave it. Crave having his body over me, pushing into mine, feeling him breach my virginity and taking it—making me his.
Because if I’m honest, that’s exactly what I want to be.
I want to belong to Coach, even if it is wrong.
“I…I should be going,” I mumble, feeling the evidence of my excitement paint the inside of my thighs. I’m so wet that I can smell my desire. I feel naughty…wicked… and I’m mad at myself. I want to be bold. I want to be the kind of girl who can keep Coach Big’s attention once she gets it.
Can I be?
What would a woman—a real woman, the kind Coach is used to—do right now to make him lose control? That’s the kind of girl I need to be.
No.
Woman.
I want to be that kind of woman for Coach.
I want to be his woman.
I hear my best friend talk about what her boyfriend likes. She brags about what she does to him all the time.
Am I brave enough to offer to do that with Coach?
I look down at his cock. His clothes are stretched so tight against it that I can see his cock jerk when I stare. I lick my lips. I can’t help it.
“Lily,” Coach says, his voice sounding tortured.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice so thick it’s unrecognizable, even to my own ears.
“Lily, you have to quit looking at me like that. I’m not strong enough to stop this on my own,” he says.
Chills of pleasure run over me.
“What if I don’t want you to stop it?” I ask, my voice so quiet that I’m sure he has to strain to hear me. I tear my gaze away from his impressive bulge to his face. It’s tight with desire, giving him a fierce, almost angry appearance. I want to touch him, soothe him… make it better.
Does he ache like I do?
“Lily, you don’t know what you’re saying,” he argues.
“Is it painful?”
“Lily,” he growls.
“You’re so hard, does it hurt you?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
“Maybe I could help make you feel better. You wouldn’t have to… I mean… It wouldn’t truly be breaking rules if we didn’t go all the way,” I reason.
“What are you suggesting, Lily?”
My fingers are shaking and I don’t know how I manage it, but I pull up my shirt, yet leaving my bra alone, not quite having enough courage to completely strip. My face is flaming red as I look at him. His gaze is pinned on my breasts, so intense and heated that wetness pools against my panties and suddenly I feel powerful.
“Do you like my breasts, Coach?”
“God,” he groans. “I shouldn’t, Lily, but I do… so fucking much.”
“Maybe you could use them…” I murmur lamely.
“Use them?” he asks, his gaze coming back to my face.
I move my hands to my breasts, pushing them together, hoping he understands because I’m not sure I can find the words to tell him that I want him to slide his cock between my breasts. When he doesn’t say anything further, I close my eyes, figuring I’ve really made a fool of myself now.
“Look at me, Lily. What do you mean, use them?”
I bite my lip, kind of wishing I could hide. Instead, I force myself to look at him.
“It wouldn’t technically be breaking the rules if we didn’t go all the way, Coach.”
“It would, Lily.”
“Not really. I mean, if someone asked me if we’d slept together, I’d have to tell them that we hadn’t.”
“Lily—”
“Don’t you want to come on my breasts, Coach?”
“Jesus.”
“Because I really want you to,” I confess. “I want you to come all over them.”
I lower my eyes, afraid to look at him. I feel like I can’t breathe as I wait for his answer.
I hope I didn’t just ruin everything.
Chapter Five
Coach Big
Christ.
What I’m thinking, what I’m about to do is so fucking wrong. It’s criminal. Maybe not technically because she’s of legal age, but hell, I’m her coach. She’s still in high school. And this is just so wrong.
But so fucking good.
She’s staring up at me with these big blue eyes, her dark hair tied up in a ponytail, little wisps framing her face, making her look so innocent.
Fuck, I’m going to hell for this, or maybe prison, because titty-fucking my student is surely going to get me in trouble.
“Coach Big,” she says softly and I can’t help myself from lowering my gaze and staring at her chest. The fabric of her bra is so tight, her breasts so petite, they could easily fit in my palms.
Her nipples are hard, poking through the material. Those little peaks are small, probably the size of the little pink erasers on the end of the pencils she uses in class.
Oh, fuck. Yeah, I’m for sure going to hell.
I keep replaying in my mind her asking about my cock, if it hurts, how it feels to be hard. I want her to touch it, to stroke it. I want to tear her fucking clothes from her body and press those perfect round titties together and slide my dick between the mounds. I want to do a hell of a lot more than that, and I want to talk myself out of it, but I know I won’t.
I’ll jerk off between her breasts and come on her chest. I’ll rub my seed into her skin and make her lick the remnants off my fingers. And then I’ll fuck her, maybe not today, but if I cross this line there’s no going back.
“No going back,” I mutter more to myself than to her.
“What?” she whispers softly and I tear my gaze from her perky little breasts and stare into her eyes.
No more talking.
No more thinking.
I grab the edge of her shirt and rip it completely from her body, tossing it aside and looking at the little white cotton bra she’s wearing. “Take it off.” I growl the words and lean back an inch, giving her enough room to obey me.
She lifts her hands, her fingers shaking slightly, and reaches behind her back to unclasp it. I’m holding my breath as I watch her take that little scrap of cotton off. It falls from her shoulders and slides down her arms. I’m riveted at the sight of her breasts, those perfect mounds with the pink eraser tips.
“Push them together,” I say harshly. She’s facing me, her chest rising and falling swiftly, her nerves evident.
She lifts her hands and frames her breasts, and I can’t help but stare at her fingernails, the fact they’re painted this baby pink, the fact I’m so much older than she is. All these little things keep reminding me of that fact … I’m old enough to be her fucking father.
But again, that’s not going to stop me.
“Look at those perfect little titties.” I look into her eyes, see that they’re wide, that her pupils are dilated. “You want my big cock shoved between them? Do you want me to fuck you there?”
She licks her lips, my gaze darting down to watch her little tongue move across them. I can’t help but picture her doing that to the crown of my dick, lapping up the pre-cum that spills from the tip.
I groan roughly, and am surprised I’m able to control myself, that I don’t have her pressed down on the bed with my shaft shoved between those supple fucking lips.
“Have you done th
is before?” she asks in this soft voice, as if she, too, can’t believe we’re actually doing this.
“Have I done what, baby?” I’m still staring at her chest, marveling at how her nipples harden even further.
It takes her a moment to answer, and when I lift my gaze to stare into her gorgeous blue eyes I can see the struggle on her face, the fact she doesn’t know if she should continue on with the question.
“Have you done this with another student before?”
My entire body is tight, my hands in fists at my sides as I slowly shake my head.
“No,” I say so low I don’t even know if she can hear me. “I haven’t been with a woman in ... years, baby.” Fuck? Is that my voice?
“Really?” She sounds a little surprised, with her eyes wide and her chest still rising and falling quickly.
I move closer to her, the heat from her body spearing right through my cock. The fucker jerks behind my track shorts. “Really.” I’m staring at her mouth, thinking of all the fucking things I want her to do with those lips. “Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do?” I finally force myself to say. Because all I’m doing right now is torturing myself by prolonging the inevitable.
Because I know as soon as I start I’m going to last about as long as one of those little teenage assholes that jerks off thinking about her.
Chapter Six
Lily
He wants me to tell him what I want, but how can I say such filthy things? Here I am, my shirt and bra off, my chest on full display. I’ve never been this naked before in front of anyone, but I had no hesitation taking my clothes off for my coach.
Coach Big. The man I’ve wanted for so long, the maybe too-old faculty member who has me so wet right now I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me.
To take my cherry.
To claim my virginity.
And to know he hasn’t been with a woman in years, that he’s been celibate, makes this moment even more surreal.
“Tell me what you want,” he says as he stares at my mouth and leans in closer.
I lower my gaze to his shorts, feel my eyes widen even more at the massive length I see pressed against the nylon, and feel my throat tighten.
I can see his name fits him perfectly.
Big. That’s exactly what he is.
“You won’t fit.” The words are nothing more than a whisper from me. “You’re too big.”
He gets even closer to me, sitting on the bed and shifting so that I can feel the hard evidence of his erection brushing against my thigh, making me gasp in shock and hunger.
“You’ll fit, baby. I’ll make sure of it.” He stares in my eyes. “But that’s not for today. Right now I need you to tell me what you want, how you’re going to let me slide my cock between your pretty little breasts.”
I’ve let go of my breasts during all of this, but find myself lifting my hands again and pressing them together.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Get on your knees, between my legs.”
His voice is nothing more than this husky note, and I find myself doing exactly what he says because I want to obey him, because it makes me feel good to do what he says.
It’s arousing, so arousing that I’m almost embarrassed at how wet I am. My panties are soaked, and at this rate no doubt it’ll go clean through to my shorts.
I get into position, his muscular legs spread enough that I can move between them. My heart is racing and I focus on the cold hard floor beneath my knees. It’s grounding me, making me feel a little less crazed.
For long moments he does nothing but stare at me, and I do the same to him.
“Look down, see what you do to me.”
I lower my gaze to his crotch, the massive length of his cock laying against his thigh, pressing against his shorts. He’s so big and long, so thick, and again I worry about how he’ll fit inside of me, of how it’ll be too painful.
Too much.
I can see the crown of his shaft. He’s circumcised, with the flared edge slightly wider than the length. I can even see the outline of his balls, big and heavy, and no doubt filled with so much cum.
I bet he’ll explode if I put his dick in my mouth, if I try to suck him dry. My tongue swells at that very thought. He growls again and I snap my gaze up to his face.
“I bet I can name all the filthy fucking things you’re thinking about right now.”
I can’t move, can’t even breathe.
“Go on, take it out.”
My stomach is hollowing in and out at his words, and I lift shaky hands to place them on his thick, tree-trunk muscular thighs. He leans back to brace his hands on the mattress behind him, giving me access to what we both want.
The drawstrings of his shorts are already untied, and I loop my fingers under the elastic of the waist, pulling them down. He lifts up slightly to give me better access, and then the nylon is falling off his thighs and pooling around his ankles.
I feel my eyes widen as his cock springs forward. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and that knowledge has my heart racing even more. I stare at his dick, the tip showing me the copious amounts of pre-cum lining the slit.
His balls hang underneath his cock, heavy in appearance, masculine.
My mouth waters for a taste, but I know right now that’s not what this is about.
“No going back.” He shifts on the bed, his cock bouncing slightly in front of my face.
“No going back,” I repeat and stare into his eyes. “I don’t want to stop.”
He’s silent for a second then makes this deep, gruff sound. This pleased sound. “Good,” he says harshly. His lips are parted, his eyes half-mast. He looks drugged as he stares at me.
I watch in awe as he grabs hold of his cock and strokes himself, staring at my breasts while he does it. He takes his other hand and curls his fingers around my shoulder, pulling me in closer. I’m still pressing my breasts together, and watch as he brings his dick toward me, sliding the tip under and up my cleavage so the twin mounds are now framing his huge length.
God, he’s so hot and thick, like this steel rod that’s been warmed.
I’m panting at this point, what we’re doing so wrong but oh, so good.
“Keep those titties pressed together,” he groans out and starts to lift his hips and retreats. He does this over and over, sliding his cock between my breasts, fucking me that way. “Yeah, baby,” he groans and closes his eyes for a second. “Christ. That’s so fucking it.”
I’m so wet, my panties drenched, my clit tingling. I want this, want Coach Big to fuck me, to take my virginity and claim me right here in the school locker room. It would be so dirty, so taboo, but God I want him. I’ve never desired anyone before, never even wanted to give myself over to a guy. But with Coach Big that’s all I can think about, all I can picture in my head.
“Coach Big.” I whisper his name when he starts pumping up and down faster.
“It’s Markus,” he says harshly and stares right in my eyes.
“I like calling you Coach Big,” I admit and feel my cheeks heat.
He groans and closes his eyes for only a second before opening them again and staring at me. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?”
I lick my lips and nod, surprised I’m not humiliated by admitting all of this.
“I like when you call me Coach Big, Lily. Makes this seem a little wrong, doesn’t it?”
I nod, being so honest and bared to him that I can’t even begin to comprehend it all.
“Yeah, this is wrong, baby girl, but so fucking right.” He thrusts his hips up harder. “So. Fucking. Good.”
After he says that he picks up his motion, titty-fucking me like he is frantic to come, like he is losing control.
Like I am making him lose control.
He wraps his hand loosely around my throat, not adding any pressure, but the heavy weight of his palm lets me know he is the one in control. And I feel a gush of moisture leave me at that thought, at the feeling and sensatio
ns that claim me.
“You like this? You like what I’m doing to you?”
I can’t speak, so I nod instead.
“Yeah, you fucking like it.” He’s breathing hard as he keeps watching me and I know he’s going to come, I know I’m the one who’s going to make him get off. “You ready, baby?”
I don’t need him to elaborate or tell me what I am ready for. I know. “I’m ready,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything else, but I watch as a drop of perspiration slides down his temple. He’s losing control.
And then he groans roughly and tips his head back, letting go of my throat and reaching down to grip the sheets on the mattress, as if he’s trying to keep himself grounded for what’s to come.
“Yes,” he hisses out and then he gets off. Thick, hot white jets of cum shoot out the tip of his rock-hard dick and coat my chest, a splattering of erotic paint that has me gasping. I press my thighs together, cry out as the pressure moves right to my clit, and I’m now the one to close my eyes and moan softly.
“Yeah, that’s it, Lily.” He sounds like a madman, like he wants me to lose control as much as he is right now.
And then I orgasm, just let go and rub my thighs together to add more pressure to my clit.
“Come for me,” he whispers and I feel the pleasure increase right before it peaks.
“Oh. God,” I cry out, my head tipped back as I give in to the ecstasy. I don’t know how long the pleasure lasts, but it feels like an eternity. When I open my eyes, it’s to see Coach Big staring at me like he is transfixed at the sight of me coming.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice is nothing but a harsh whisper.
We stare at each other for long moments, and I lean forward, finding this strength inside of me to kiss him.
But the sound of the gym doors opening and slamming shut has my heart racing. I pull back quickly and look down at my chest, ropes of Coach Big’s white cum plastered on the top of my breasts all the way to my neck.
I’m frozen in place, on my knees between his legs. I look up at his face, see that he’s focused on where he’s marked me.
