Coach King

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Eighteen. She’s eighteen today. And those eighteen year old tits and ass are driving me up the wall.

Rosie Perkins is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, ever since her first day here at Gorham Academy, but she’s always been just out of reach.

She transferred here as a senior and signed up for the soccer team that I coach. And when I saw her come out of the locker room, in those shorts that barely cover the bottom of her perfect ass, I knew I was in for trouble.

She was seventeen and off limits. No matter how hard my dick got when I had her running drills, I wasn’t going to cross that line. But I was counting down the days to her eighteenth birthday and those were the hardest two months of my life.

They didn’t make them like her back in my day. Fourteen years ago, when I was in high school, you’d be lucky to see a girl wearing a skirt that came up past her knees or have even the slightest amount of make up on.

But now, these girls run around in short skirts, those yoga pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, push up bras and are all watching make up tutorials online. What the fuck’s a guy supposed to do?

Rosie is taller than most girls and the tallest on the team. She’s tiny, but has killer curves in all the right places. Her ass looks like it was hand crafted by God, made especially just to tease me when she runs laps around the field, and those tits…perfect…like two scoops of vanilla ice cream that I’d give anything to taste.

I’m doing my best not to be obvious about watching them bounce as she finishes her lap around the field. I’m also trying to hide the erection that’s growing under my sweatpants. I’m wearing a pair of extra tight briefs today. I came prepared when I saw the weather forecast: cold and rainy. And I knew what that meant.

Rosie’s nipples were clearly visible through her shirt, which was already soaked, and when she ran, you could see everything. Without these briefs keeping my Johnson in check, the whole team would see just how excited I am, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

I shift my stance and adjust as she passes me.

Fuck, look at that body!

Whoever decided that girl’s shorts should be that short is a fucking legend. As she passes me and circles the field toward the goal, I catch another glimpse of the bottom of her ass cheeks, barely peeking out at me. Her skin’s glistening from the rain and I just want to grab her, pin her down and sink my teeth into her, peel her panties aside and bury my tongue inside her.

There isn’t an inch of that girl I wouldn’t put my tongue on.

I’d have her face down ass up in the mud, shorts around her knees, panties pulled aside with my tongue fucking her pussy and asshole, one hand up grabbing her titties while she moaned with pleasure. I’m barely able to contain myself as I think about it, but as the girls finish their lap and start milling over to the bench, I snap myself out of it.

“All right, girls,” I say. “Good practice. Way to hang in there through the rain.”

Rosie brushes a strand of hair out of her face and I completely forget what I was about to say. Her lips are ridiculous – the kind that all those girls with their stupid injections want to get. You could basically take pictures of her ass, tits and lips and hang them at a plastic surgeons office as examples for the other girls.

Her lips are so plump I could literally fuck them – get her on her back and have her pucker up and just slide my dick in between them until I came all over her pretty little face.

Her skin is white and flawless, like a little porcelain doll. The world’s most perfectly designed sex doll, and I want her all for myself.

Those little high school fucks wouldn’t know how to handle her. They’re all skinny, whiny little dweebs and just thinking about one of them embarrassing himself in bed with her makes my blood pressure skyrocket. A girl like Rosie needs a man like me, with experience and a cock to really stretch that pussy. My eyes drift down her body as I picture what it must look like…

“Coach?” Clarissa asks me in that high pitched squeal of a voice that always gets on my nerves. “I’ve got a dentist’s appointment tomorrow, so I won’t be at practice.”

“Okay, Clarissa,” I say dismissively. I couldn’t care less right now. “All right, girls. Hit the showers and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They all head off toward the school, but as Rosie passes me, she give me a little smile that hits me right in the gut.

It wasn’t one of those innocent little smiles the rest of the girls give me. No. This was one of those smiles – the kind you give a guy you’re interested in. Does she have any idea what that’s doing to me?

I’m no stranger to that smile, believe me, but it mostly comes from the girls’ mothers. This school is filled with bored, rich housewives with husbands who are all fat, lazy businessmen, and here I am, the younger, hotter, in shape coach at their daughter’s school. Of course I’m going to get hit on.

But I’ve never gone there. None of them were worth risking my job over. But Rosie? Now she’s another story. Right now it’s taking everything I have not to grab her and spread her legs wide open right here on the muddy field in front of everybody. She just looks so fucking good.

As she passes me, I get a whiff of her conditioner and inhale deeply, letting her smell fill my lungs. It’s become a familiar smell since she started using it and I feel my dick start to grow as she passes me and walks toward the school.

I turn and watch her go. I just can’t keep my eyes off her ass. The rain has soaked her shorts and they’re clinging to her, and I can see each cheek move as she walks, and the outline of her underwear. A thong.

Dirty little bitch, I think to myself, clenching a fist at my thigh.

What’s she doing in a fucking thong like that? Who’s she wearing that for?

The thought of her sliding into that thing, ready to show off her flawless ass to some little fucker on the basketball team, makes me want to smash something. Those little bastards don’t deserve a girl like that. They wouldn’t know what to do with it. They’d slide their little peckers into her and blow a load in two seconds.

But me? I’d wear her right out. I’d bend her over, grab that tiny waist with both hands and slide my cock into her and give her the whole thing without hesitation. She wouldn’t even know what hit her.

Just as I reach down to grab my bag, Rosie looks over her shoulder at me. There’s a smile in her eyes – a cute little smile, and just before she turns away, she bites the corner of her lip.

Is she…is she fucking teasing me?

I bend at the waist and pull my dick up and tuck it into my waist band, doing my best to hide the raging hard on I’m fighting with as I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I hold it in front of my waist for extra insurance just in case I come upon someone on my way back to my office.

Thankfully, there’s no one in the parking lot or the halls and I make it back to my desk without incident. But something’s got to be done about what’s going on underneath my shorts right now, and the fact that I can hear the showers running from the girl’s locker room is doing nothing to help my situation.

What’s she doing in there, right now? I wonder, picturing her standing there beneath the hot water, her soft, supple naked body covered in soap suds as she washes the sweat and mud off. I don’t even give a shit about the other girls on the team. They’re not even in the fantasy that’s playing out in my mind right now.

I’ve been siting here a few minutes, but my dick is showing no sign of going down. It’s hard like a steel rod poking me in my lower stomach. To say I was well endowed would be an understatement. I’ve got a monster in my shorts and I just can’t stop thinking about Rosie’s face when I slide it in her pussy.

Some of the girls start filtering out of the locker room. They wave as they pass my office.

“By, Coach!”

“See ya!”

I wave and smile like I’m supposed to, but I’m not starting up any conversations – not when I’m all boned up like this.

The rest of the girls filter out – all of them but Rosie. I haven’t seen her emerge from the locker room yet.

What’s she doing in there? I should just waltz in there like I think it’s empty. Maybe she’s taking an extra long shower, or maybe she’s done and is just toweling off. Either one would drive me fucking crazy.

This shouldn’t be going through my head. She’s a student for fuck’s sake! She’s off limits! I could lose my job. My reputation could be ruined if this gets out. But when I think back to that little smile she gave me on the field, and the way those perfect breasts were bouncing in the rain…I just can’t control myself.

I shove my chair aside and stand and rush out of my office, take the turn down the hall and walk toward the locker rooms. I pass the men’s room on the left and continue on, and without hesitation, step into the girl’s locker room.

And there she is.

Fuck, I feel my blood pressure skyrocket. She’s an absolute goddess.

She’s finished her shower and has wrapped herself in a towel. No – she’s wrapped her lower half in a towel and left her top town. But with her back to me, I can’t see the goods. But I can see what she’s doing, and I feel my anger swell inside me.

She’s got her cell phone out and is taking a picture of herself – one that will have her tits in it. The shutter clicks and she examines the shot.

Who’s she going to send that to? The thought enrages me. Some little snot nosed fuck getting a look at those tits and having no clue what to do with them. Some asshole that would get on his missionary, fuck her and cum in five pumps? Before I know it, I lose control.

“That’s a bad idea, Miss Perkins,” I growl.

Rosie squeaks with surprise and spins around to face me, and that’s when I see them. Her tits, exposed for me, slick and still wet from the shower.

Fuck, they’re even more perfect than I imagined.

If my dick could have gotten any harder it would have.

“C—Coach King!” She gasps. She makes an attempt to cover her breasts with her arm, but she’s still holding her cell phone in the other hand, and as she shifts her body, the towel falls completely off her to land on the floor, leaving her entire naked body bare before me.

I scan her body with my eyes. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so young, but built like a woman. Her waist is small enough that I bet I could wrap my hands around it, and she’s got hips that make me want to bite them.

I move my eyes down and that’s when I see it. The holy grail. The sweetest of the sweet. Her pussy. And it’s shaved.

Who’s she shaving that for!? I wonder. The thought enrages me more. I don’t know whether I want to grab her and fuck her stupid or smash a locker with my fist.

“Sending naked pictures to boys never ends well,” I scold her, stepping forward, feeling my cock, still rock hard, pressing against my lower abs. “Never know where they’ll end up.”

“I—” She starts to protest but I cut her off and take another step toward her.

“What would your parents say if they saw you doing that?” I ask her. She looks frightened, but she’s still looking at me, and there’s something more behind those eyes.

“They’d be mad,” she admits.

“Yes,” I agree. “Yes they would.”

I’m close to her now, so close I can feel the heat coming off her body, the moisture from the water still clinging from her skin from the shower and that familiar scent of her hair conditioner that drives me wild.

“Who’s it for?” I ask her firmly. It’s only then that she takes her eyes from mine.

“Nobody,” she admits.

“What do you mean nobody? Why are you taking it then?”

“Well,” she says timidly. “There’s this boy…Brian—”

“Brian Smith!?” I roar. Brian Smith is a hockey player and also one of the biggest tools at the school. If I was his age, I would have laid him out ages ago. He’s the quintessential douchebag, with his popped collar polo shirt with sneakers to match.

“He asked me to send him some pics,” she tells me. “I haven’t – I just…wanted to see what I looked like…I didn’t know if they’d be good enough.”

“Good enough!?” I can’t believe what I’m fucking hearing. This girl could be in Playboy and she’s not sure if she’d be good enough for Brian the limpdick Smith?

“Do you…think they’d be good enough?” She asks me, bringing her eyes to mine. I can’t fucking believe she just asked me that, and I realize what’s going on – she’s tempting me. She wants this just as much as I do, and that’s why she stayed later than the rest of the team. That’s why she let me “catch” her with her towel down and why she hasn’t scrambled to pick it up off the floor.

“Baby,” I say to her, moving in and slipping a hand around her waist. “There isn’t a boy at this school that wouldn’t chop off his left leg to get a piece of you.”

I kiss her lips and practically explode. They’re soft and moist and without hesitation, I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back, but with slight hesitation and I can feel her heart pounding hard against my chest. Her breasts are pressed against me and I can feel just how firm they are.

I trace a line up her body with my left hand, across the bone of her hip, up her waist and finally cup her breast with my palm and squeeze.

Fucking incredible.

Now those are some eighteen year old tits. I’d forgotten just how amazing they are and I grab the other one with my right hand and squeeze – probably harder than I should because I feel Rosie quiver against me. But that just drives me even more wild, and I snatch her firm little ass with my hand and pull her against me.

Her butt feels even better than her tits, and the curves lead my fingers right down behind her towards her pussy. This has been so long coming that I can’t hold out and I slide two fingers right against her lips. She’s wet, and it’s not from the shower.

Her pussy juice is slick against my finger tips, and I wonder if anyone’s ever fingered her before. Hell, I might be the only guy to ever see her naked. Just the thought of that turns me on and makes me feel instantly possessive. I need to own this girl, and I’m going to take every inch of her as mine.

My fingers slide between her lips with easy, but she’s tight and as I push inside her, she gasps and buries her face in my neck.

“You like that, Rosie?” I whisper, letting my lips brush against her earlobe.

“Yes,” she whispers back, letting out a moan as I push deeper inside her.

“Anyone ever done this to you before?” I ask her. If she says yes, I know I’ll go crazy, but I have to know.

“No,” she tells me, sounding ashamed, but it’s absolute music to my ears.

“Good,” I say back, relishing in how wet she is – how wet my fingers are. “I’m going to show you everything, Rosie. You’re mine now.”