Rosie

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“You’re mine now,” he whispers. I shudder again as he pushes his fingers deeper inside me. The combination of his words in my ear and his hands on my body is almost too much to handle. My legs can barely support me and as I gasp again and inhale, his smell fills my nostrils.

He smells like man. Not a boy like the guys in my school, but a man that’s seen something he wants and is taking it. And that’s me.

I’ve seen him looking at me during practice for the last few months, even though he thought he was being careful not to let me see him. But I saw, and I loved it.

All the girls on the team talk about Coach King and how hot he is and how he shouldn’t be a coach at all and should be off being a male model or a movie star or something. I know for a fact that Jessie, Christine and Maggie all want to have sex with him, but there’s no way Coach would ever go for them.

He’s been eyeing me, but there wasn’t anything he could do. I was seventeen until today. I knew he knew how old I was and wouldn’t go for an underage girl, but that didn’t stop him from looking at me.

I loved it when he did. There are guys at school who checked me out, sure, but I’m not interested in them. There’s nothing sexy about high school guys who are still going through puberty and making immature jokes about their penises. They have no idea what they’re doing. Not like Coach.

I gasp as he does something inside me with his fingers that hit a spot I didn’t even know existed. No one’s ever done this to me before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know that Coach is doing something special.

He curls his fingers and a spot inside me blooms like a flower, sending a wave of pleasure through my body that makes my knees weak. I grasp his strong shoulders with my hands to keep myself standing, but Coach can sense what he’s doing to me and grasps me around the waist with his strong arm.

His muscles are taught like the athlete he is, but all I can focus on is the sensation growing within me. I’m breathing hard against his neck and feel his lips against my earlobe. He kisses it softly and the feeling of his breath against my skin makes me shiver.

My pussy tenses up and I realize Coach is about to make me cum for him.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” He asks me. It’s like he’s reading my mind, but he’s reading my body. “I can feel your pussy getting tighter. Cum for me, Rosie.”

His words drive me wild. He talks like a man with experience. None of the guys at my school would have the balls to say something like that to me, and it sends me right over the edge.

The first orgasm I’ve ever had from a man rocks my body from within. My back arches uncontrollably and Coach tightens his grip on me. As I cum, his fingers change speed, moving in rhythm with each wave of my orgasm. It’s like he’s psychic.

“That’s right, baby,” Coach whispers, slowing his fingers slightly, moving in deeper, longer strokes. “Cum for Coach.”

I come down and my legs lose all their strength. Coach holds me tight and lays me down on the bench in front of him. It’s only then that I remember exactly where we are: I’m hooking up with my coach in the girl’s locker room!

What if someone walks in? One of the girls who forgot her purse or cell phone…

The thought should terrify me, but it actually excites me. If it weren’t for the inevitable consequences – Coach being fired and me probably being expelled, I’d actually love for one of them to walk in right now. Maggie or Jessie. They’d be so jealous seeing me here with him, and they’d know that he chose me out of all the girls on the team.

He spreads my legs wide, setting one on either side of the bench and I lift my head in time to see him kneel in front of me and bring his lips to my crotch. The sensation of his lips against my pussy is almost too much to bear and I have to fight not to clamp my legs down on his head.

He’s going down on me…

I suddenly feel like a woman as his tongue touches me. I feel my lips spread slightly as he licks me, starting low and tracing a line all the way up to my clit. When he gets there, I just can’t help it. My hips buck as the pleasure hits me like an electric shock. But again, Coach is ready for me, and with ease, places one hand against my lower stomach and pins me down against the bench.

He’s so strong.

He licks me hungrily, like a man possessed, and it turns me on even more knowing just how much he wants me. Coach King, the man all the girls crush on, wants me and as soon as he could, he took me.

His tongue moves in circles around my clit and I feel waves of heat spreading out through my body. My limbs are hot and my heart is pounding. I can feel his lips against mine and a hint of scruff against my thighs as he shifts positions. And just as I think it can’t get any better, he slides his fingers inside me.

“Fuck!” I yelp, unable to contain myself. I slap a hand over my mouth to contain my moan as Coach starts to fuck me with his fingers while using his tongue on me at the same time.

It’s almost too much. I’m feeling light headed and dizzy, like I’m on the verge of passing out. I arch my back off the bench and manage to raise myself up onto one elbow and look down between my legs at Coach’s gorgeous face buried in my pussy. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and when he looks up at me, and our eyes meet, I feel my second orgasm take over.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. My head wants to loll back and I want to collapse onto the bench and just let myself be overwhelmed, but I need to keep eye contact with him right now, so I fight it and hold my eyes to his.

My jaw clenches and tightens and I hold my palm over my lips as I cum against his face. I watch my hips buck in time with my orgasm, and stare at Coach as he holds his mouth against me.

Again, his fingers move in perfect rhythm with me, and he’s stopped moving his tongue and has it simply pressed against my clit with perfect pressure as I cum. This is beyond anything I ever imagined. I feel like I’m living in a porno film or something where the older man teaches the younger girl how to become a woman.

He’s going to fuck me, right?

The question sounds absurd in my mind, but I can’t believe he hasn’t tried to yet. From the way he’s been looking at me, I thought he’d just pull his dick out and stick it in me – but I was wrong. Is he trying to tease me? Doesn’t he know I want it? I know he does, and it’s killing me.

I want to see his cock. I’ve never seen one before – not in real life, and I’m dying to see his. I’ve sat at home at night, lying in my bed before falling asleep, and wondered what it looked like, how big it was and how it would feel inside me.

Sometimes I wondered if I was weird, fantasizing about my coach while all the other girls were probably texting guys from my class, sending them pictures of themselves in bed and all the stuff girls my age do. Was I weird for wanting my coach to take my virginity and not give it away to my boyfriend of six months after he takes me out to prom?

But then I realized that I just didn’t care. All the other girls think he’s hot too – they’re just too scared to do anything about it. And even if they did, Coach would never go for them. He wanted me.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet,” Coach says, pulling me back into the moment. His words inflame me and fill me with a sense of pride.

He likes how I taste, I think, lifting myself onto my elbows again to look down at him. As I do, Coach rises up and pulls off his wet t-shirt and I finally see what I’ve been wanting to see for so long.

He looks like he just stepped out of a fitness magazine, with a chest that looks like he could bench press a thousand pounds and a washboard stomach that looks like it’s been photoshopped. He even has those two lines on either side that the girls have nicknamed “penis lines,” that make a perfect v down into his shorts.

I start to salivate when I see the bulge beneath his shorts. He circles the bench until he’s standing beside me and I can feel the heat from his body. He reaches out, takes my right arm by the wrist, lifts it and places my hand on his cock. I can feel it beneath the wet fabric, and realize just how huge he is.

“You want this?” Coach asks me, his voice more of a statement than a question.

All I can do is nod. I feel hypnotized, completely under his control. I’ve already cum twice and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Take it out,” he commands me.

I wasn’t expecting that, but I obey and take hold of the elastic around his waist. I pull and expose his cock.

Oh my God, I think.

It’s even bigger than it felt, and it’s fucking beautiful.

I keep pulling until his shorts fall to the floor and he’s standing naked before me, his cock standing straight out from his body like a flag pole.

It’s as big as my forearm, I realize, feeling suddenly nervous. How is that going to fit?

But I’m committed to this. Coach King is going to fuck me. I’m going to give him my virginity and nothing is going to stop this. But any girl would be a little scared of that thing. A dick that size shouldn’t even be possible.

“You like that?” Coach asks me. I nod and moan softly. “You want that inside your tight little pussy?”

This is the hottest thing ever. I nod again and Coach takes my hands and places them on his dick. I grasp it and feel just how hard he is and realize that I can’t fit the whole thing in my hands, not even with both of them. He’s a fucking giant.

The tip is slick with what must be pre-cum, and I run my palms over it and use it to lube up his shaft as I start to run my hands up and down. I have no clue what I’m doing, but when Coach groans and tilts his head back to the ceiling, I realize I must be doing something right.

“Fuck yes,” he growls. His hips thrust forward, fucking my hands slowly as I jerk him off. His balls slap against my forearms as we move in sync together. I feel his cock twitch and he yanks away from me like I just hurt him.

“Did I do something wrong!?” I gasp.

“Mmm no,” he says, bending down and grasping my jaw with his firm grip. He pulls my lips to his and kisses me deeply. “You just almost made me cum, and I can’t do that yet. I still have to fuck you.”

So that’s what it was.

I almost made him cum.

That’s awesome.

I can see the lust in his eyes as he straddles the bench in front of me. He sits, but moves close to me and places his cock right on my lower stomach. His balls are pressing against my pussy and his shaft against my clit. The tip of his cock is past my belly button and it’s then I get a real sense just what I am in for.

He thrusts forward and teases me with his length. It’s almost too much to bear. I’m so wet for him and am aching for him to be inside me. He knows it too. I can see it in his eyes and the tiny smile curling on his lips.

“You want this, Rosie?” He asks me. Before I can answer, he grasps his shaft at the base and slaps it gently against my pussy. The weight of his cock shocks me and I want it more than ever.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands of me.

“I want it,” I reply.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I repeat.

“I want you to fuck me…Coach,” he clarifies.

“I want you to fuck me, Coach.” The words escape my lips and set me on fire. It really does turn me on even more saying it out loud. I shouldn’t be doing this. My parents would freak. My friends wouldn’t believe me and the school – well they’d kill us both.

But that isn’t going to stop either of us.

I brace myself as Coach pulls his hips back and presses the tip of his cock against me. The thick head of his dick spreads me open and I take a deep breath as he pushes forward.

When he enters me, it’s like my entire world shifts. It hurts, more than I’d expected, but the pain is dwarfed by the pleasure that swells within me as he pushes his entire length within me.

I’m not a virgin anymore, I think with satisfaction.

When I look down between my legs and see him inside me, just the tiniest glimpse of the base of his cock peeking out, my jaw drops.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

“You like that?” Coach asks me. “You’re a woman now.”

Before I can reply, he starts thrusting – splitting me open with his cock. He’s deep inside me, but it’s not his length that’s really getting me now; it’s his girth. He’s thick and I feel like I’m going to tear, but Coach isn’t slowing down. Each stroke makes me hotter and hotter and I have to look down and watch as he fucks me.

I lift myself onto my elbows and Coach wraps his hand around the back of my neck and holds my forehead to his as he fucks me. Something that big shouldn’t be able to fit inside me, but he’s making it. My lips are spread around him, wrapped around his shaft and pulling on him every time he pulls back.

I can smell his scent as he fucks me. A drop of sweat runs off his forehead and onto my face and I tilt my head back to kiss him. His tongue eagerly presses between my lips and I feel like we have become one. His cock in my pussy and tongue in my mouth – it’s like he’s inside me and there’s nothing between us.

There’s no way my friends’ first times were like this. This is an experienced man showing me how this is done. He starts fucking me faster and I feel his balls slap against my ass. The bench is hard against my back and I feel my skin starting to chafe, but I don’t care. Right now nothing can stop coach and as he grips my hips and starts thrusting harder, I realize just what I am in for.