Suze was not as unpredictable, mysterious and completely bewitching as her boyfriend Nick thought. She was when she wanted to be. When she wanted something she went for it.
To Suze, guys her age were okay, but older guys were better. They had learned how to fuck a girl into ecstasy several times a night. They also drove past the hamburger joints to fancier places. Which explained why she let Casey trot off with Doug. His coach probably had more lasting strength and knew a few variations the younger guy had yet to learn. A friend on the girl's team had done some scouting, and Doug himself had unknowingly brought the coach to town. A phone call in a lower, distracted voice like the mother of a potential swim champ got Suze an appointment at four.
The hard part was deciding what to wear. She had to look older and dressed up enough if he did take her out after.
He looked puzzled when she knocked at the door.
"Disappointed?"
"Ah, no, no, I expected an older woman and a kid."
"No kid, no mother. I'm it."
Suze pushed her way in, which puzzled him more, but she had to establish her turf or back out fast. One glance and she'd won, no sign a woman was with him. She picked at the front of her dress suggestively. She'd done better than she'd hoped. Her spy had said cute, and he was. Tall and slim, with swimmer's long muscles.
"Sorry about the devious stuff, but this is a small town and I have to be very careful with local guys ad anyone from out of town. Which can make a girl very, very horny. I'm not a pro. No minor raps, I'm dean and I insist on rubber. If that's okay with you, maybe we can get together."
"I'm from a small town, too. I know. Getting some loving can be a real bitch. You know my name, I don't know yours and won't, right?"
"Call me Red."
He was a good kisser. Came on sneaky soft and then upped the snoop to slip in her mouth. Gone, then reappeared nibbling her ear and did some kissing along her neck. She'd picked a winner. His hand was gentle on her left tit, lifting and cupping.
"Door locked?"
"Shit, lady, right when it was getting interesting!"
He had a grin that would slip the panties off a forty-year-old virgin. Which made her cuss. Fucking pantyhose were definitely trouble, but getting dressed up made them a must. He got the door, laid a rubber on the night table like a nice boy and was reaching for his shirt when he looked at her.
Suze was reaching up under to begin the struggle with her pantyhose. He held a hand to stop. She came over and lifted his shirt.
Pecking at his nipples seemed to be exactly why he'd stopped her. That and some strokes along a healthy slug he was growing in his pants. And some neat little dabs he had with her tits and a handy two-hand peel on her hips that slid under the hose and began to roll the damn things off. A few words and a shift of hip to show a zipper and they stood with ankles wrapped in cloth.
"Race you to the bed," he said.
Suze giggled. Neither could move, hobbled as they were.
"Hop, Coach, a new exercise for your guys." She turned him at the bed, shoved and looked again at his big cock. "How big is that telephone pole?"
"Nothing much really, a little above normal at twelve inches or so. I haven't measured lately."
"You need a yardstick!"
She licked her lips, holding his cock along her arm. The beast reached past her elbow. "Shit, I don't know."
He sat up and held her shoulders. "I lie a lot. It's nowhere near twelve. When we get you warmed up, you'll have no trouble."
"Sorry about my tiny tits," she said.
"Shut up."
Her eyes went wide.
"If I wanted a cow, I'd go to a farm. Your tits are scrumptious, deliciously gorgeous. I like them exactly that size and shape." Very solemnly, he stopped to kiss one and then the other nipple. "I'm very glad to meet you, leftie, and you too, rightie. I hope we'll see lots of each other and enjoy each other thoroughly."
Suze giggled. It felt tingly, but for the first time she felt as though her tits were adequate. At first she'd kept hoping they'd grow. Then she'd cussed her grandmother for bequeathing her silver instead of big, bouncy tits.
He bent down to yank at her clump of clothes. She held his shoulder while he slipped her free of cloth. Ever so slowly, he nuzzled his chin in her belly. A finger slipped in her cuntslit, parting the hair while he peered. Hands on her hips, he looked her up and down, plumped her tits, reached back to pat her ass as though he were testing for firmness, then backed off for the overall view.
"Do I make the team, Coach?"
"Absolutely world-class! Top of the line." She reached down to hold his cock. "This is the world-record breaker."
She stroked the length and it throbbed. The coach pulled her down beside him and rolled her on her back, spread her legs and stared again at her pussy.
"I learned when I was young that redheads aren't green underneath, but I found that some have absolutely perfect cunts." He licked his lips. "Tasty too!" Of all the guys, not that many but a few, none had ever given her an artistic critique of here cunt. When he thumbed her cunt-lips back and dove in her pussy, she relaxed. When a guy went down on her, it took time, a slow process of gradually increasing excitement.
The coach went at her cunt seriously and with experience. Licking along from fuck-hole to clit was standard. Flicking with pursed lips at her inner and outer cunt-lips with wild disregard for hair, asshole or other delicacies seemed normal for him. Side slashes for a bite that left marks on her thigh had her squirming.
"Just eat me, forget the fuck!"
"No way, Red, this is too delicious to waste on outside licks."
He pulled her up by the ankles, her thighs split and his nose digging in her cunt, his hands mauling her tits and more stuff happening to her cunt-slit than most guys could do with a prick and both hands. Suze gulped and shivered.
"I think I'm going to – oh shit, yes – that, that – right there!" She wiggled, wrapped a leg around his neck and nearly shattered her backbone trying to get his tongue up her cunt-hole to her belly. "Yeeoowww!"
The finger in her asshole did it.
"How'd you get up my ass so easy?"
He grinned and licked his finger.
She was laughing and wiggling too much, so he laid her flat. She shoved him over and grabbed for his magnificent cock. She tried holding it with both hands.
Suze kissed the cock-head, sucked it into her mouth, tongued the edge, and gulped it to the back of her throat. With a hand under, she could hoist his balls, then make her way down the shaft and suck his balls in her mouth. She knew he liked it. She licked her way back, jacking on his cock. Back at the cock-head, she sucked, then slid back along the yards and yards of cockshaft.
"Red, you've learned a lot for your years."
"Whatever you do, do it right and make it worthwhile. That includes fucking."
She took him deep and gave him lots of tight cheek and some tongue wiggles, pumping her head on his prick. She felt him shudder just before he pulled her up by the hair.
"Don't you want me to blow you?"
"I'd love it, but I'm worried about time. I don't come back as fast as the guys your age, and I couldn't handle much more of that."
She was very doubtful about that, but she crawled up beside him and held his throbbing cock with light strokes while he did some zingy things to her neck and tits. She got the shivers again and it wasn't just what he was doing with her tits. It was handling his hard cock. Never having had a prick so monstrous in her had her torn between fear and hunger to feel it sinking deep in her pussy.
"Can I try this thing on for size?"
"Get on top, tease yourself to stir up the juices, then just slide on down." He grinned at her. "It ain't that scary."
She pinned back at him and stuck out her tongue. "You guys. Shooting the shit you brag about how big your cock is, but when you scare a woman with it, you say it's just a teensie wienie!"