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  © 2014 Neesa Baker

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  “Alright ladies, we’re all done for tonight! You’ve all done great!”

  Coach Landon gave one last blow on his whistle and I came back to reality with a start. For most of the practise I had been imagining at his perfect body, long and lean, beneath his coaching tracksuit. Despite the loose nature of the clothing, I knew that he had a rocking body underneath because once in the summertime we had happened to meet at the beach, him with his nephew, and me with my annoying little sister. I’d never been able to forget it since. More than once I’d imagined running my hand across his sharp cheekbones, his wide shoulders… and of course, where that dark trail of hair led to.

  It’d kept me occupied many a night, until I was seeing stars I’d rubbed myself so hard. I would fantasize about how he’d keep me back after practise to work on my ‘skills’, and he’d take me back into his office. It wouldn’t be right away, because Coach was a good man, not some high school boy intent on getting his rocks off. But he wouldn’t be able to resist, not with my svelte body under his close scrutiny, not while we were all alone in the gym! Even now it carved a hollow in my body thinking about it, and I was ready to go home to get my release.

  I was eighteen years old, so it wasn’t that I was particularly attracted to older men, but Coach Landon had an assured confidence and bearing that compelled all of us girls to listen to what he had to say. And he was experienced too, in all sorts of things in life. I know that every time I go to him for advice, be it about boys or cheer or school, he could help. His advice was always practical and down to earth. Really he was almost like a second father to me.

  He was stern as one too. There was a rigorous code that we had to follow, which was set for our own good. Woe to any girl who was late for cheer practise, or dared to badmouth another on our team. She’d be out faster than you could say “Go Trojans!” Not that I minded. I enjoyed being on Coach’s good side. I treasured his praise like a goofy kid with a crush. My last boyfriend and I had broken up not because it didn’t work out, but because secretly, he just didn’t measure up to Coach Landon.

  I knew that an eighteen year old held no interest to him beyond cheer, but I couldn’t help myself.

  The rest of the team started to head back to the gym changing room, and I hurried to catch up. There was trig homework tonight to do, and a chem test to study for too. It’d be really late by the time I was able to go to bed, and I didn’t want to delay. I was almost inside the school when a voice called out to me.

  “Chelsea, wait!”

  I turned around. It was Thomas, our assistant coach. I hesitated. Thomas and I had recently gotten very close, but due to school regulations, we weren’t allowed to pursue anything further or else he would have been fired. He was definitely younger than Coach Landon, having only finished up his schooling a year ago, but I remembered when he had first joined us at practise. His hair glinted in the afternoon sun, and he looked like a surfing model, tanned and relaxed. The two men were like night and day, but they worked so well together that they had gotten the team to state championships!

  “Hey Chelsea,” he said as he ran up to me. His smile was big, as if we were in on a secret. In a way we were. I’d stayed up late last night texting him, and it had gotten pretty hot and heavy. I’d even brought myself to a startling climax, something that hasn’t ever happened. I felt a little thrill thinking of it even now. I mean, once I graduated high school, we could really give it a go…

  “What’s up, Thomas?” I asked, crossing my arms beneath my plump breasts. They threatened to spill from the v neck of my uniform, and his eyes flickered down exactly like I wanted. While Coach was a great crush, Thomas was an actual possibility, and I wasn’t going to take a pass on him.

  The first time something happened between us was also after cheer after all. We’d ended up talking on the bleachers until almost sunset. The sky burned orange and red, and I’d looked over for just a moment. His eyes had sparkled, the blue and green radiant in the glow of the sun. My breath had been taken away. He must have sensed something because he leaned in and gave me a kiss, soft and light, that melted my body completely. It was so quick, almost over before it began. He’d left right away after that, because he heard someone walking below the stands, but we have been talking ever since.

  “Can you come back to the office with me?” he asked.

  “Yeah of course,” I replied, smiling at him. I’d been waiting for another chance now for so long, to kiss back and show him how I really felt. After last night, I wasn’t surprised he’d asked. I only wished that he’d done this after I had a chance to shower.

  We walked together back to the coach’s office. I could feel his presence, his arm swinging beside mine. It was so close; it’d only take a second to touch, to brush up against him. My mind raced over every sexy word we said to each other last night, anticipation building like a wave in my core. My womanhood became slick with excitement at what we were about to do.

  Thomas led me into the small office which was dark and cool. Before I was even through the door, he had it closed, pressing me up against the wall. Even though I could feel pins on the bulletin board pressing on my back, I didn’t care. It felt good to be wanted, to be desired so much that he was acting so rashly. After all, it wasn’t exactly private. Someone could see through the door if they wanted to.

  Before I could say anything though, Thomas kissed me. His lips were cool and insistent, and I could already feel his hard erection through his pants. He must have been thinking about me all through practise.

  “Oh god, Chelsea, you looked so sexy today,” he murmured softly.

  I giggled.

  “So bad! You’re supposed to be focussed on your job you know.”

  “How could I with you flashing your panties at me,” he said, his mouth curving up into a smile. His tongue probed my lips, and I opened them for him to claim me. We explored and tangled together passionately, hands moving and caressing each other. I couldn’t get enough of him. The fact that we were in the coach’s office was even hotter. What if someone caught us?

  “Thomas, won’t you get in trouble if someone finds out?” I asked, pulling away for a moment. I didn’t want him to lose his job, which I knew would happen if word got out.

  “Don’t worry; everyone’s gone home for the day. Landon sent me to lock up because he had some kind of event going on.”

  His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me right up against his body. His cock pressed against my thigh, radiating hot heat. As he kissed my neck, I let my head fall back, giving him better access. His nips and licks on my sensitive flesh sent thrills down my spine, gathering at my slick entrance. I moaned softly, kneading my hand through his hair.

  “You’re perfect, Chelsea,” he whispered. He pulled back, lifting up my cheerleading shirt with it. It was snug over my large breasts, but Thomas managed to get it off me. He leaned back to admire my breasts trapped in their lacy prison, and then unhooked my bra with one deft hand. Released, my firm globes burst forth into his willing hands.

  “Do you like them?
” I asked, feeling shy suddenly. Even though Thomas and I knew each other from cheer practise, he was still older than me, and way more experienced. His thumbs strummed my large dark nipples. The rough calluses grazed the delicate nubs deliciously, making me arch my back into his hands. The friction made me moan and yearn for more.

  “Of course I do,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been dreaming about these all night Chelsea.”

  His head dipped down, licking the hardened tip of my breast before sucking hard. With his other hand, he pinched my nipple. I cried out, the soft pain mixing together with pleasure in my brain. It was so unexpected to have a man work on my breasts so roughly that for a moment I was ready to protest. But Thomas wasn’t some inexperienced boy. He let off just before he crossed the line, using his tongue to bathe my nipple with a warm wetness.

  “Ohhh, that felt good,” I whispered breathily.

  “I’ll make you feel that way all night if you want it Chelsea,” he said, looking up at me with dark hungry eyes. His thick fingers rolled my nipple expertly, sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.

  “I do, I do!” I cried out feverishly, pushing his head back down to my soft mounds. I didn’t want it to stop. He continued, alternating between delicate licks and hard tweaks until the ball of pleasure inside of me grew and grew. I could feel my entrance clamping down, aching with its need for a man’s cock. Pleasure drugged my mind, making it hard to think. I knew that Thomas’ ministrations were already threatening to overflow into pleasure in my mind. I couldn’t believe it was possible to come from just a man’s mouth and hands!

  I was skating so close to the edge, my eyes screwed shut with concentration on my release that I didn’t notice the shadow cast in the window of the door until it was too late. The door banged against the wall, and a large shadow filled up the entrance.

  “What the hell do you two think you’re doing?!”

  Crap! It was Coach Landon!

  Thomas and I sprang apart immediately. I shoved him hard, and he landed against the desk on the other side of the small room, panting. Fear darted through his eyes. I tried to cover up my breasts with my hands, but they were too big. I looked around frantically for something to cover myself up with, but my shirt was nowhere to be seen.

  “Coach!”

  Worry over Thomas losing his job compelled me to speak.

  “I- it was my fault Coach! I was hoping for some pointers from Thom-“ I stopped as Coach Landon raised his hand.

  “Quiet, the two of you. I’ve got eyes, and I don’t need your excuses. I can see exactly what is being played out here in my office.”

  He crossed his large arms, looking sexy even when he was angry. I looked down sadly. This was not how I wanted to catch Coach Landon’s attention. Not only that, a guy would never want his coworker’s sloppy seconds, I knew that much. I’d pretty much doomed any chance I had with him. How was I going to salvage this situation?

  “Honestly Chelsea, I expected better from you. I know that school’s been hard lately, but why didn’t you come to me to let off some steam instead? Instead I have to find out that you’ve been such a little slut with Thomas.”

  My head jerked up, not comprehending.

  “Wh-what?”

  “You heard me. I wish you had come to me when you needed to take a break from the stress. I would have been happy to help.”

  He closed the door and pulled the blinds down over the window, preventing anyone else from looking inside. Then he stepped closer towards me, and gently pulled my arms away from my breasts. I couldn’t believe it! My fantasies were coming to life, and not just with Thomas, but Coach Landon! My mouth was open, and he gently tilted me up towards his face, kissing me roughly. I could feel his beard prickling my skin as he pressed his mouth against mine.

  Coach Landon guided my hand towards the bulge in his pants. Obediently, I began to rub along the outside, feeling his cock stiffen even more under my hand. Then, encouraged by his thrusting movements, I slipped my hand underneath his pants. I couldn’t believe that I would finally get to have Coach Landon tonight! He had kept his own desires so well hidden, but now I understood why his tracksuit was so baggy. I gave his cock a light squeeze, and he groaned.

  “That’s the way,” he said. “I want you to suck me.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I dropped down to my knees, pulling Coach’s pants down with me. In the corner of my eye, I could see Thomas stroking himself vigorously, entranced by the free show in front of him. It was about to get a whole lot sexier.

  I turned back to Coach’s magnificent cock. I couldn’t wait to taste his manhood! My small hand gripped his shaft, unable to circle his whole girth. I brought it up and down slowly, watching as drops of precum beaded the angry purple head. He was so much bigger than I had anticipated, with a thick ridge along the underside. I licked up along it, dragging my tongue slowly to the sensitive tip. Finally, I swirled around the rim and took him in all at once.

  “Jesus!” Coach groaned, as my velvety hot mouth lapped at his cock. I brought his hard cock in and out of my mouth, letting the head hit the top of my mouth as I worked to take in his cock. Coach’s hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and he began to move his hips in and out. My hands stroked him as I bobbed up and down, working to take more and more of him into my mouth as I sucked.

  His groans were fuelling my own desire. I wanted to do more than just suck Coach’s cock. I wanted to feel all of him inside me. I whimpered softly as I let coach fuck my face, wiggling my ass in the air to let Thomas know my need.

  “What are you waiting for Thomas? The little slut hasn’t had enough,” Coach yelled. “She needs more cock, don’t you Chelsea?”

  All I could do was nod in agreement since his cock had filled up my mouth.

  Thomas jumped down behind me, eager for more of the action. He pulled off my soaked panties, sticky with my own slick juices, but left my skirt on. The tiny thing barely covered up my ass anyways. Leaning forward, he spread my ass cheeks apart, and dipped his fingers into my delicate folds. I could feel the thick digits sliding around my pussy lips, tracing them from forward to back. Finally, they were wet enough to enter my tight pussy, eliciting moans that reverberated around Coach’s cock.

  “That’s the way Thomas. Keep going.”

  I had to close my eyes as sensations overwhelmed me. It was difficult enough to believe that Coach Landon actually wanted my body, but to have both at once was driving me crazy. Maybe he was right to call me a little slut- one cock just wasn’t enough to satisfy anymore. I had to have two.

  My body swayed as Thomas moved his face into my ass, licking around my tight hole. His tongue probed into the ring of muscle, sensitive to every little intrusion. Pleasure radiated from the delicate nerves as his hot wet tongue flattened against me. I could feel him thrusting inside with his fingers, overwhelming me with pleasure. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I’d never even considered anal before, but with what Thomas was doing, I was ready to try.

  “Do you think she’s ready?” I heard him ask Coach Landon.

  I looked up at him, begging with my eyes. I wanted Coach to say yes.

  “I think so. Look at those eyes. She’s hungry for cock for sure.”

  Thomas grabbed onto my hips, shoving up my pleated skirt even more. His fingers pushed up against my ass, and my eyes shot open.

  “That hurts!” I yelped.

  “Relax Chelsea, or it’ll hurt even more.”

  I breathed hard, trying to focus only on Coach’s cock in my mouth. He stroked my back gently, trying to ease my pain as Thomas slipped in another finger. I jumped, trying to pull away, but my hips prevented it from happening. As he eased his second finger inside the tight little ring of muscle, the pain receded into a strange new sensation I had never felt before.

  I knew that my ass was tight, but until now I didn’t know how much. I could feel every bit of Thomas’ fingers inside of me as I clamped down onto him. If it felt so full with just his fingers, I
wondered what it would be like to have his whole cock.

  “More Thomas,” I begged of him, taking my mouth off Coach’s cock. I wiggled my ass seductively. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

  Thomas grinned wide. He pulled back from me, lubing up his cock on my pussy. I could feel it slide back and forth, hard against my lips until he was slick from my juice. Each time he thrust, the head would rub up against my clit, making me shiver with pleasure. Finally, he began to push his long, thick cock into my asshole.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, gritting my teeth and holding onto Coach. His cock moved slowly inside of me, past my tight little asshole, inch by agonizing inch. I had to take deep breaths as pain swam through me, waiting for the worst to be over. I knew that all I could do was try and relax for the pain to subside. Coach kissed my hair gently, murmuring encouragement into my ear as I swallowed up Thomas’ cock.

  The feeling of pain slowly receded, replaced by a strangely filling sensation as his cock stretched my ass wider and wider. I could hardly breathe as I worked to accommodate his girth, until he bottomed out of me at last. Thomas gave a small thrust, and I whimpered as pleasure flooded my senses.

  Slowly, he began to pump in and out of me, speeding up as I grew used to him. I’d had sex before of course, but anal was a completely different story. My nerve endings sparked with sensations with every stroke of his long cock. My ass wrapped around him tighter than ever with every little movement, clenching around his cock. Above me, I could hear Thomas groaning as I pulsed around his length. I fluttered my eyelids, giving in to the pleasure he gave me.

  “This feels incredible Thomas!” I cried out.

  Thomas was doing such a great job that I collapsed onto the bed, the strength to hold myself up leaving my body. But Coach wasn’t happy to be left out. I tried to work my hands on his cock still, but the overpowering pleasure as Thomas drove himself in and out of me was too much.

  “Thomas, hold on a sec,” Coach said. “I think she can take one more.”

  My mind was in a fog of lust, and it was a few seconds before I understood what he meant. By then Thomas had gripped my hips and pulled me to my feet, staying inside of me the whole time. He sat back into one of the coach’s chairs, and I fell back onto his chest, leaving myself wide open. My wanton pussy ached with an unspoken need. He pulled my plump thighs wide open, almost as if I was doing the splits. Coach advanced on my wanton pussy, pushing up against the wet folds with his hard cock.