Natalie stayed after practice to brush up on her shot. It was her first year on the women’s basketball team and she had no intentions of getting benched. Her full-ride scholarship wasn’t going to go to waste. Even if she had to spend every waking hour inside this gym, she was going to be the best three-point shot on the team.
“Chin up!” a voice called out behind her. She knew that voice, and it echoed across the court until it reached her. It was Coach Brown.
Although Natalie appreciated his constructive criticism, she felt he had been picking on her since she arrived. She rolled her eyes, lifted her chin and took the shot from beyond the three-point line. The gym was silent as the ball left her fingertips and flew through the air. As it hit the backboard and bounced off the rim, she cringed. Her frustration had gotten the best of her…again.
“C’mon, Legs,” Coach Brown yelled. “I know you’re better than that!”
Coach Brown had called her Legs from day one. It wasn’t enough that she was the tallest girl on the team, that she could run faster than them all, or that she had the gams of a Goddess, but he just had to point it out He was such an ass. Natalie rolled her eyes before turning around to face him.
“Try again,” he yelled, tossing her another ball before she even knew it was coming her way.
For the next hour, Natalie took his harsh criticism and brash comments as she made shot after shot; his voice in her ear, his hands on her skin, guiding her follow-through.
Oh c’mon! Focus! What was that? His “help” wasn’t helping at all.
“Dammed!” she finally snapped. “Give me a break, will you?”
“You want to be the best, right?” he snapped back, gripping her hips with his masculine hands as he turned her back toward the goal. “Then keep shooting!”
That’s when Natalie realized why she couldn’t focus. It was the “tough love” Coach Brown gave her on the court that kept her from concentrating, it was him!
As she stood there-right foot forward, arms up as she aimed-Coach Brown pressed his body against hers, holding her hips from behind and assisting her posture. For a moment, Natalie felt like she couldn’t breathe.
It didn’t help that he was the most stunning black man she had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, lean and ripped. Not that she should know what he was hiding underneath his jersey, but she had caught a glimpse one day when she returned to the gym for her sweatshirt. A fleeting moment of silence contained them both as she quickly excused herself. Still, she knew, and those thoughts were hard to ignore whenever he was around. Speaking of around, his hands were still around her waist.
“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing his hips into her ass as he leaned in to her.
Natalie sighed, pressing her athletic body back against his to simulate his posture. Though it was a somewhat innocent move-part of the training-it didn’t feel that way to her. She could feel every muscle in his body flexing against hers. She gasped, wanting to say something, but the words never escaped her lips.
“Now focus,” he whispered again.
That was easy for him to say. Her body heat was rising with every breath. Her skin tingled under his touch and she could feel the warmth spreading between her legs. Damn! Why did he have to make her feel this way? Okay, focus, she told herself. But he seemed to be enjoying the physical contact just as much as her.
“Just let me shoot!” she insisted, bucking him off of her.
“Oh, you want to play rough, huh?” he taunted, grabbing her body and pulling her even closer. “How are you going to play against an opponent if you need space to shoot? Huh, Legs?”
His unnecessary roughness startled her at first.
“C’mon,” he said, shoving her. “Make your shot!”
He backed off momentarily, grabbed the hem of his jersey and stripped it off in one seamless motion. Puffing up his chiseled chest, he stepped toward her, continuing to taunt.
“I don’t think you’ve got it in you, Legs,” he mocked, pushing her with his chest.
Natalie stumbled backward. She had been so distracted by his sculpted body that she lost her footing and fell to the floor. Angry, she buckled her brow and threw the ball at him.
“What’s your problem?” she screamed.
“You’re my problem!” he shouted back, dodging her pitch. “You want to be an all-star, but you aren’t willing to work for it!”
“I am too!” she argued. “I’m in here every day after practice. Maybe if you’d let up a little, I could concentrate!”
“That’s your problem, Legs. You think you need to concentrate. It should feel natural. The ball is just an extension of your hand. Stop fighting it and just shoot!”
Natalie conceded and got back to her feet. She found herself face to face with Coach Brown. He bent down, picked up another ball and shoved it in her gut.
“Go!” he commanded.
Natalie’s fingers gripped the textured skin of the ball, held it close and then she shoved it back. It smacked against his taut abs.
“Let’s see you make it first,” she provoked, staring him right in the eye.
His sexy glare made her nervous. They were nose to nose, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. He wasn’t saying anything.
“Go ahead,” she urged, arching her eyebrow. “I’d like to see you make it. Then I’ll shut up and let you coach me.”
Coach Brown huffed under his breath. Though she couldn’t see his teeth, she knew he was grinding them. She had a feeling his authority had never been challenged before. She casually stepped aside to let him shoot.
“Fine,” he finally groaned, dribbling the ball to prepare his shot.
Those were the words Natalie hoped to hear. The ends of her cute little mouth hitched up and she smirked as she lifted her tank top up and over her head. Standing there in her sports bra, she tossed a glance his way.
“Oh, sorry,” she scoffed, “am I distracting you?”
For a moment, she couldn’t tell if Coach Brown was going to scold her or jump her. She couldn’t quite get a good read on him. But rather than back down, she stood her ground, staring right back at him and waiting for his response.
“That’s what I thought,” she said grabbing the ball from him and holding it under her arm. Part of her hoped he had been given a taste of his own medicine. But the other part of her hoped that he found her as attractive as she found him.
Coach Brown’s eyes made their way across the planes of her barely-there sports bra, around the curves of her waist, to where the ball rested against her hip. Natalie couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her. A soft expression crept across his face, replacing the stern scowl she knew too well.
“If you miss this shot,” she added, “you have to leave me alone and let me practice.”
Natalie didn’t really want him to leave her alone, but she knew that if she wanted to get a few more good shots in, he was going to have to leave. He was too distracting. If he wasn’t making her mad, he was making her swoon. Still, she wasn’t quite sure how he would react to her calling the shots.
She watched as his brow buckled for a second, then released its tension. It seemed he may relinquish to her request. There was a long moment of silence full of tension between them. Then, without warning, he grabbed the ball from her grip and shot it over her head.
Natalie turned just in time to see the ball hit the rim and circle around. And just before it tipped into the net, the ball rolled off the rim and fell to the floor. Coach Brown didn’t make the shot.
“Ha!” she teased, throwing it in his face. Her natural reaction was to place her open palms on his rigid body and shove him playfully.
She suddenly found herself face to face with him, smiling. He broke a smile too, as they stared into each other’s eyes. It was an awkward moment. One of those moments where Natalie realized there was a mutual attraction between them — one where it suddenly became clear that the tension between them was sexual — that they had actually been flirting, not fighting.
“I’ll let you practice,” Coach Brown finally interjected, pulling away.
“But, — ” she started to argue, reaching for his shorts to pull him back. And then it donned on her how taboo the attraction really was and she gave in to her win.
“You won,” he told her. “Fair and square.”
Natalie was left grasping at air as she tried to compose herself.
“Work on that three-point,” he added, walking off the court. “I expect to see it refined by tomorrow’s game.”
Natalie’s heart sank. The exchange of emotions left her feeling vulnerable. She forced a smile and reached for her tank. Pulling it back over her head, she grabbed a ball and returned to her practice as usual.
Coach Brown was stunned. What just happened? How did that practice turn into a romantically-fueled moment between the two of them? As he sat in his office, he half-regretted not kissing her.
He thought about the way Natalie probably just brushed the whole thing off and made her way to the locker room. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he thought about her getting naked. It wasn’t going to be easy to keep his hands or thoughts to himself.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, wishing he had just taken her when the moment struck.
A rush of emotion took over him as he sat there not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to leave it just where it was — coach, student, period. She would be showered soon, on her way home and the two of them would just see each other tomorrow.
Or…he could go after her and take her like he wished he had when they were face to face. Her lips looked so soft, so small, so delicious. Her breath was so sweet; her smile so sincere. And her body against his, so firm and curvaceous. The thought alone sparked a swelling in his shorts and he knew then that his desires for Natalie were more than just curiosity. The longer he hesitated, the harder his cock became. The thought of her undressing a few meters away made his cock throb with excitement.
It’s now or never, he thought to himself.
Coach Brown adjusted his pulsating cock, rubbing it over his shorts as he contemplated the repercussions of bedding a student-a member of his team. But it just wasn’t enough to tame his wild desires for Natalie. And before he knew it, he was making his way into the girl’s locker room to finish what they started.
He walked into the locker room, past the stalls and lockers looking for Natalie. As he passed by her locker, he noticed that it was open and her panties were hanging from one of the hooks. The sight of them alone made his cock swell again.
He walked quietly down the tiled hall, following the sound of the shower water running. He smiled, thinking of how she may look unclothed. He had always admired her long, lean legs. And it wasn’t until today that he had even noticed her supple little breasts. She was definitely all woman.
Oh dear God! he thought, as he turned the corner and saw her. His shorts immediately tightened again.
Coach Brown could make out the outline of Natalie’s voluptuous curves through the steam. Her body was every bit the body of a Goddess, with her round hips, small waist and pert tits. His cock throbbed just looking at her. She was sexier naked than he had imagined.
He stopped, becoming nervous all of a sudden. What would happen if he were caught in the girl’s locker room? What if she wasn’t really feeling the same way? What if? What if? The questions began to overwhelm him. But no matter how many arose, the same few words kept rising to the top. Now, or never.
If the look on Natalie’s face in that moment on the court said anything, it said that she felt the same way. If she only knew that he felt it too. If only, if only. Coach Brown shook his head, trying to get a grasp on what he was doing, but no matter how rational his thoughts, he was inevitably being led astray by his throbbing cock.
As he stood there, watching the water cascade down her smooth skin, he knew he had to act on it. His body was tense, his heart racing. He wanted Natalie more now than ever. And, in a moment of wanton lust, he slid his shorts off and inched slowly through the steam toward her.
“Natalie,” he whispered softly.
“Coach?!” she squealed, noticeably startled as she covered her tits.
“Shhh,” he whispered, sliding his body behind her in the thick steam. “Practice isn’t over yet.”
His hands glided around her waist as he wrapped his arms around her, thrusting his athletic body against her supple ass. Leaning his lips in near her ear, he sighed.
“It’s not over,” he repeated.
Nestling back into his chest, Natalie smiled and bucked back.
“Is that right?”
“Maybe I’m not the distraction,” he whispered.
He could hear Natalie giggle under her breath as she reached back and pulled his body closer.
“Maybe you are,” she argued. “I can’t make a shot to save my life when you’re around.”
He glided his hands over the taut planes of her stomach, grazing the wet, smooth skin between her breasts. Circling gently, he explored the ripe curves of her tits, sliding his fingertips over her erect nipples as they hardened under his touch. He had wondered how they would feel underneath his touch when he saw them peaking through her sports bra in the gym.
He laughed under his breath in regards to her comment. “That could be a problem,” he admitted.
Continuing upward, he traced the lines of her collarbone, along her shoulders and back up her neck, watching the water droplets fall over her skin. The steam was thick as he took a deep breath, gripped Natalie’s hips and guided her toward the wall.
Natalie’s heart was pounding out of her chest. Despite the hot water and steam, she was covered in goose-bumps. A warm tingle rushed over her skin and between her thighs as Coach Brown pressed his massive manhood against her tender ass. He was every bit the black man she imagined him to be. As he pinned her to the tile, she held her breath and closed her eyes.
Coach Brown gripped her hips and thrust his hips into her, sliding his erection between her ass cheeks. He was swollen and huge. The water running down her back moistened his head as he rubbed it between her thighs.
Natalie opened her eyes. The hot water running through her hair dripped down over her face. The steam from their bodies seeped up between them. She looked up over her shoulder, and for the second time today, they were entranced in each other’s stare. She held her chin up, inching closer to his sweet mouth.
“Have you ever been with a black man?” he asked, pushing his body hard into her.
“Does it really matter?”
She shot Coach Brown a smile that told of her desires for him. His hands snaked under her hair, and holding her face, he wasted no time moving in for a hard, passionate kiss.
His big lips pressed firmly against hers, parting to devour her hungrily. His mouth was warm and lustful, taking her with force.
His hands explored her moist breasts, squeezing her suppleness as he thrust his raging hard on between her awaiting thighs. She was so wet. He said it wasn’t over, but her body longed for him to begin already! The sensation of his dark head gliding along her swollen pink mounds was driving her crazy!
“Can you concentrate now?” he teased between kisses.
Reaching down, she took his plump dick in her hand and stroked it. The hot water moistened his flesh. Rubbing the tender skin of his head, she teased his tip with her fingers. Making her way down his long shaft, she gripped his huge black cock in her palm and glided her hand along its length. Every inch of him was solid and ready for her.
“Not at all,” she finally managed to say, pumping his flesh in her hand.
Feeling his girth, Natalie couldn’t wait to get a better hold of it. Stealing one last passionate kiss, she turned around and moved down his body, following the droplets of water as they crawled down his dark skin. His body was warm and wet. She lapped up the tiny rivers as they guided her southward to the firm planes of his chiseled chest. Showering him with kisses, she continued south to his rigid abs, stopping briefly to marvel at his physique.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered, licking up the water as it spilled from his belly button. Again, their eyes met as she gazed up at him. It was clear, that not only was practice not over, but foreplay had just begun.
Moving even further down, her hands made their way to his thighs, clinching them under her hungry fingertips as her lips pecked along the rigid muscles of his stomach. Her kisses followed the deep V of his pelvis. Finally, she discovered his throbbing cock, and without waiting, she took his flesh in her mouth, swallowing every inch of his juicy black cock.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
His hands crawled through her drenched hair, shoving her face into his fat dick. Natalie filled her mouth and throat with his erection, stroking his shaft with her teasing tongue.
“Mmm,” she moaned, massaging his girth with her lips.
Coach Brown was thick and juicy, plump and satiating.
“Show me that you want to be an all-star,” he demanded playfully.
Gripping his shaft and pumping it into her mouth faster he moaned above her, guiding her mouth along his flesh as he watched through the steam. He thrust himself down her throat to push her to prove herself. He must’ve read her like a book. She would do anything to play — and even more to win!
“Suck it,” he commanded, gripping her hair and shoving her face full of his black flesh.
Natalie pumped his cock in and out of her mouth hard and fast, filling her cheeks with his throbbing muscle. His thighs twitched and his knees buckled as she slid his wet cock along her sweet lips, twisting and teasing.
Though Natalie wanted to finish what she started, she couldn’t wait for Coach Brown to fuck her. She reached down between her legs and felt her slippery lips.
The shower water poured over their yearning bodies. Coach Brown pulled his pulsating flesh from her mouth, pulled her to her feet and pressed himself hard against her. Not an inch of space remained between their tangled limbs as he kissed her hungrily again. With passion in his fingers, he buried his hands inside her curves, exploring her hips and ass.
“Give me that pussy,” he ordered,
“Take it,” she challenged him.
“You like to play rough, huh?” he asked rhetorically, rubbing her sweet little pussy along the shaft of his erection.
“You’re catching on,” she teased, staring into his eyes like a hungry animal. “Fuck me,” she insisted, spreading her thighs.
Natalie took his cock in her hand and shoved it between her legs. Rubbing his plump tip along her taut thighs, she guided him toward her wet pussy. The hot water from the shower crawled down her back, down the crack of her ass and lit her throbbing cunt on fire. She wanted her coach to fill her begging femininity now. Right now!
Natalie’s seduction was more than he could resist. If she wanted to get fucked, he was going to show her what a real man could do to her. He clinched her body within his embrace and shoved her backward until her tight ass was against the tile wall of the shower. Grabbing her hands, he pinned her against the tiles and thrust his huge cock between her thighs.
“You like to be restrained?” he asked.
The corners of Natalie’s mouth hitched and she nodded.
She seemed to be even more turned on by the thought of being dominated. So he didn’t let up.
“I’m gonna fuck that wet pussy of yours and make you scream like a bitch,” he groaned, slipping his smooth head inside her slit. “Give me that pussy, girl.”
Natalie spread her feet and knees, allowing his body to slip between them as his throbbing cock buried itself between her tender lips, searching for her yearning cunt. As soon as he found it, he thrust his hips forward and shoved his fat dick beyond the threshold of her womanhood.
“Ooooh!” she squealed as he entered her. “Fuck!”
Coach Brown continued his long stroke until every inch of his black flesh was buried deep inside her tight little pussy. Pinning her hard against the wall, he shoved harder, plunging to her depths. She moaned. He moaned. And they began to fuck right there in the locker room.
“Yes!” she squealed, taking all of him on every stroke. “Yes, Coach!”
“Take that black cock,” he groaned, pumping her full of his swollen flesh.
“You feel so fucking good,” she told him, savoring the tingle in her swollen clit.
“You quit on my earlier” he reminded her, fucking her slow and hard. “Show me your follow through. I want you to cum all over that big, black cock.”
Coach Brown’s ripe shaft massaged the tender walls of her pussy, sending her into quivering ecstasy. Her knees buckled beneath her. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up over his hip, driving his cock deep inside her. Holding her up by her thigh, he fucked her faster and harder, coaxing her juices to flow. She squeezed her little cunt around his cock, glazing his shaft with her sweet nectar as he pumped her full of dark flesh.
“Oh yes!” she squealed. “Fuck me, Coach! I like it rough!”
He gripped her hips and fucked her like she had never been fucked before. Cramming his cock into her cunt with a rhythm that made her cum, he pushed her to the edge.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, “cum all over that fat, black cock, baby. Show me you want to be an all-star.”
“Oh, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” The words barely escaped her quivering lips as her pussy gripped his plump cock and glazed him with her juicy essence.
“Yeah, baby. Give it to me. Give me that sweet pussy. Cum all over me, baby.”
“Wait,” she moaned, trying to pull away to savor her orgasm. “Wait!”
But Coach Brown didn’t wait. He fucked her so good that she was begging for him to stop so she could breathe. Her mouth was saying stop, but her body kept oscillating, clamping her pink cunt around his cock so tight that it pumped the cum out of him.
She felt him swell inside her. The throbbing pressure exploded through his ripe shaft and shot deep inside her cunt. He groaned under his breath as his thighs quivered and he thrust his cock deep inside. And without losing his rhythm, he kept on going, pumping his flesh into her as his warm load spilled down her thighs and rinsed away with the water.
“Fuck,” he moaned, stroking his cock along the tight rim of her pussy. “You fuck like a champ!”
Natalie, recovering from her own prolonged orgasm and trying to catch her breath, looked down between them. Coach Brown’s cock was still inside her swollen embrace. Her arms still suspended above her head, her wrists gripped firmly in his hands, she thrust her hips forward and swallowed him to the base of his massive cock one last time
“I’m here to win,” she reminded him.