In gymnastics class, Jenny found herself eyeing the coach. She'd never paid much attention to him in the past. Until yesterday, in fact, her mind had always been on her gymnastics during practice. She'd been aware of the coach more as a disembodied voice than as a living, breathing man. Today she was very aware of the coach being a man, so very aware that she stumbled through her exercises more or less in a daze.
"Still feeling a bit under the weather?" the coach asked.
He was sticking close to her today, paying more attention to her than any of the other girls. And when he caught her on some of her clumsy dismounts, his hand pressing between her legs lingered longer than usual.
"I'm all right," Jenny said, blushing. "Just a little weak yet, that's all."
"Maybe you should go down to my office and relax a while. I've got a cot down there you can rest on."
"Maybe I should," Jenny said, blushing even more.
A few minutes later, Jenny found herself alone in the coach's office. Funny, but she'd never been in here before. Dozens of photographs, some framed, some clippings from newspapers, were mounted on the walls. All were pictures of girl gymnasts, some schoolgirls, some Olympic champions. Hundreds of willowy young bodies, slim, shapely legs, bare feet and pointed toes adorned the walls. The coach was in a lot of the pictures, his arms around the girls' shoulders, his mouth pressed to victorious young cheeks.
A small cot lay along one wall of the small office. A desk, cluttered with papers, took up the middle of the room. In one corner of the room sat a canvas laundry bin, full of leotards, girls' panties, gymnastics uniforms, and bras. From the sweaty, girlish smell that permeated the office, it was evident that the clothing was in need of washing.
Jenny notice a pair of her own panties, marked with her name, lying among the jumble of girls' athletic clothing. The coach insisted on personally washing the sweaty clothing of the young gymnasts, but it always took him forever to get washed clothing back to the girls.
Jenny stretched out on the cot, dressed in her gymnastics uniform, her legs and feet bare. The uniform fit her like a satiny, shiny skin, and she wore nothing under it – no panties, no bra. As she thought about the coach's hand rubbing between her legs when he caught her, her pussy-lips swelled and the crotch of her uniform pulled up between them like a gag. Her pussy throbbed with every beat of her heart and pussy cream started leaking out of her. Some of her blonde cunt-fur had curled out around the edges of her uniform crotch. She wondered what the coach would do when he saw her like this – maybe the same things he'd done yesterday to the other girl behind the closed door of this same office – maybe the same things he'd done to several of the girls on the team, and, she guessed, to many of the sexy nymphettes in the photographs on the office wall.
"How are we doing, sweetheart?" Coach Peters stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. His eyes immediately fell between Jenny's spread legs. "Just thought I'd check up on you, darling. I like to take care of my girls."
Jenny heard the bolt click in the door lock.
"I'm still a little weak," she said.
"I hope you're not coming down with mono or something," the coach said. He came over to the cot and felt Jenny's forehead.
"I think you might have a slight fever."
"I do?" Jenny opened her eyes, surprised to hear she might actually be sick.
"I don't think it's anything to worry about," the coach said. "But I'd better take your temperature."
He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thermometer.
Jenny opened her mouth.
The coach smiled at her. "Unfortunately, all I've got is a rectal thermometer. If you don't mind, we'll take off your uniform."
Jenny swallowed. "Take my clothes off?"
"We can't take your temperature very easily otherwise," said the coach. "Besides, these flimsy little things you girls wear show off more than they hide. You won't be showing me anything I haven't already seen."
Jenny noticed the huge bulge in the man's sweatpants had tented out further, as if he had a billyclub sticking up from between his legs. She glanced at the tent and swallowed again. The man had a huge cock, maybe even bigger than Skip's. With the help of the coach's fumbling hands, she pulled off her uniform. She'd never felt so naked in her life.
The coach was breathing hotly through his nose. "Get up on your hands and knees, darling. Put your sexy little ass up in the air."
Jenny was hot. She could hardly keep from squirming as she leaned forward onto her elbows on the cot and stuck her naked ass high in the air, turning it up as if for a fuck. Her tits dangled heavily, swollen with excitement. Pussy cream dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She saw the coach grope his cock. He was sitting on the cot behind her, his nose inches from her gaping, oozing cunt. He slipped the thermometer into her moist, twitching asshole.
"I'll have to hold onto the thermometer so it doesn't slip inside you and disappear," the coach said. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"
Jenny giggled. "No."
"Just relax," the coach said. Slowly, he started twisting the thermometer in Jenny's asshole, at the same time working it in and out, as if fucking her with it.
Jenny started to pant. She couldn't keep her ass from wiggling. As she grew more excited, she felt her pussy-lips swell even more, and as they swelled they parted, opening up her cunt. The coach was breathing heavily. Jenny heard him sniffing her ass and cunt.
"We'd better check this," the coach said. He slipped the thermometer out of her asshole.
Looking up between her tits and legs, Jenny watched the coach push the thermometer into his mouth and suck it clean.
"Hmm," he said. "According to this, you don't have a fever. You sure feel warm, though. I wonder if this thing is broken." He reached over and placed the thermometer on his desk. "Maybe I'd better check it out with a more reliable gauge."
Jenny kept her ass high in the air, wondering what the coach would do next. The end of the bulge in his sweatpants was all wet.
The coach sucked on the middle finger of his right hand, lubricating it, then slipped the finger between Jenny's asscheeks. "Just relax, honey."
He wiggled the tip of his finger against her ass-pucker, then pushed. His finger disappeared up Jenny's asshole as if sucked inside.
"Oh, Coach!" Jenny gasped. Her cunt contracted and a tiny stream of pussy-juice squirted out, spraying onto the coach's nose.
"Jesus!" the coach said. "Honey, I can't help myself!"
Pumping his finger in and out of Jenny's asshole, he started slurping at her upturned crotch, eating up her pussy juices, licking out the tasty folds of succulent meat between her cunt-lips. He licked down between her thighs, cleaning up the sweet juices that had dribbled down her skin.
"Oh, honey! Gorgeous little bitch!"
Jenny churned her ass, moaning as the coach finger-fucked her asshole and ate her pussy. She pushed her right foot into his lap, toeing his cock through his sweatpants. The coach groaned and rammed his tongue up her cunt.
"Oh, Coach, yesss!" Jenny whined. "Lick my pussy! Oh, yes!" She rubbed her ass wildly in the man's face, grinding her pussy in his mouth, fucking herself on his darting, twisting tongue. Pussy-juices seeped out of her, running into the man's mouth and down his throat.
The coach sucked, slurped, slobbered, growling as he ate her out and drank her tart-sweet girl-juices. His finger continued to twist in her asshole, doubling the pleasure Jenny felt in her loins. The tip of his tongue probed her G-spot, the most sensitive spot in her cuntal walls, and Jenny let out such a squeal of delight that the coach continued jabbing the spot with his tongue-tip. Jenny went crazy. In seconds, she exploded.
"Ooooooh!" she groaned, her cunt spasming around the coach's tongue, her asshole clutching his finger. "Oooooh yessss, I'm coming!"
She wiggled and jerked her ass, feeding the coach her juicy pussy.
The coach sucked greedily, drinking her hot fuck-juice, growling and groaning as if he were feeling as good as she was.
When it was over, the coach pulled both his tongue and finger out of Jenny at the same time. Her fuckholes remained open for a few moments, cool air licking their hot edges. The coach sucked his middle finger clean, savoring the taste of Jenny's sweet young asshole.
Jenny relaxed down on the cot, turning on her side and curling up. The coach stood up, pulling off his sweatshirt and sweatpants. From where Jenny lay, the coach's cock looked like a baseball bat sticking up from between his legs. Foreskin half covered the bulbous prickhead, and veins bulged out all over the massively thick shaft. The coach's hairy balls looked about the size of hen's eggs.
"How'd you like to suck this!" the coach said, massaging his cock, making the foreskin slide. "How'd you like to taste this big thing! How'd you like to eat my cum!"
Though still quivering from her orgasm, Jenny felt a new rush of heat and excitement throughout her body. The spit flowed in her mouth, trickling from one corner of her lips as she stuck her tongue out.
"Coach," she whispered. "Yes!"
The muscular coach dropped to his knees beside the low cot and shoved his cock into Jenny's waiting hands. She stroked the huge, sweaty man-cock, feeling its hardness and smoothness, rippling her fingers over the cock veins, peeling the foreskin back off the knob and inhaling the musky aroma. As she squeezed the massive fuck-rod, lube oozed out the pisshole, and Jenny flicked it off with her tongue.
The coach pressed closer, shoving his cock at Jenny's mouth. "Suck it, sweetheart! Lick it and suck it!"
Her hands trembling as she held the massive cock, she began lapping at the naked knob, cleaning the salty moisture off, teasing the pisshole with the tip of her tongue and sipping the lube as it bubbled out. Her hands began to slide up and down, working the foreskin along the shaft. Her mouth gaped and she engulfed the knob and a few inches of the shaft. The cock was so thick that she couldn't swallow much of it.
The coach's eyes rolled. He had his hands on his hips, kneeling there next to the cot as he fed the schoolgirl gymnast his rampant cock. Slowly, he started rotating his hips, working his cock in Jenny's mouth, rubbing the underside of his knob against her hot wriggling tongue.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Pleasure that thing! Suck it, lick it, eat it! Jerk it off! Oh shit, you're good!"
Jenny was delirious. She lay there on her side, cradling the coach's big prick, playing with it and sucking it as if it were a giant toy that she owned. She loved the salty taste of the man's cock. She stuck the tip of her tongue a half inch up his pisshole, twisting it as she vigorously jerked his foreskin up and down.
The coach was gasping, wiggling his ass and working his cockhead between Jenny's lips, fucking the shaft between her silky-soft hands.
"Suck! Lick! Jack!" he panted.
Jenny felt his cock harden, felt it quiver in her hands, sensed the electricity shooting through its core. The massive fucker flexed, shuddered, and hot spunk shot into her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!" the coach moaned. "Yeahhhhhh!"
He humped rapidly, rhythmically, working his spasming prick between Jenny's hands, pleasuring the head in her mouth, shooting spunk against her tonsils and tongue.
Jenny cooed, sucking and gulping the man's cum. It was so hot and thick she could hardly swallow it. Huge slimy wads of the coach's spunk slid down her gullet. She kept jerking her hands and sucking until the last gobs oozed out and the cock began to soften.
The coach sighed and pulled his cock away.
"Thanks," he said. "You're a lot more experienced than I ever figured."
Jenny sat up, licking the cum off her lips. After sucking the man's cock, her body was tingling all over. She spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy, her eyes on the coach's massive, dangling cock.
"You wanna be fucked now, I guess," the coach said.
"Yes," said Jenny, her young body throbbing with renewed lust. "Fuck me, Coach!"
The coach grabbed his cock and started working up a fresh hard-on for Jenny, his eyes roving all over her sexy teen gymnast's body.
The coach laid Jenny on her back across his desk, lifted her legs and let them rest against his shoulders, wrapped his hands around her slim waist and pulled her twitching little ass toward his cock. His cockhead kissed her pussy, rubbing the fluffy pink fuckmeat between her blonde cunt-slabs. He wiggled his cock, driving Jenny crazy, making her squirm.
The coach chuckled. "Anxious for it, huh?"
"Stick it in!" Jenny growled. "Oooooh, fuck me!"
"I bet you've never had one this big inside you. It's gonna hurt."
"I don't care," Jenny said. "I want it. I wanna be fucked."
Her cunt contracted, bubbling cuntlube all over the man's prickhead. Her pussy cream trickled down his shaft and onto his balls.
"I don't think I've ever had a girl as juicy as you," the coach said. "You actually squirt. I've only seen a few other girls do that before."
"Please put it in!" Jenny moaned.
Her toes worked crazily, and she started rubbing her feet up and down the man's cheeks to entice him.
He turned his face from side to side, nuzzling her soles. He started licking her feet, his tongue darting between her toes. He took several toes into his mouth and started sucking them.
Jenny moaned, tossing her head from side to side. Her cunt started contracting rhythmically. Just when she thought she was going to scream with frustration, she felt the coach's cock slip into her cunt. It was enormous, as thick as an arm, but it slipped in easily, disappearing inside her to the hilt. Jenny's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Both she and the coach groaned. He was still sucking her toes.
"Yes!" Jenny sighed. "Fuck me!"
She wiggled her ass, rocked her loins, fucking herself on the coach's cock. It was bigger than Skip's cock, but it really didn't feel that much bigger inside her, and it slipped in and out smoothly.
The coach had hold of both Jenny's feet, and he continued to kiss and lick and suck them as he fucked her. He chewed on her toenails, sucked half her right foot into his mouth, spit it out and sucked up half her left foot. Her feet were in ecstasy, and the coach continued to pleasure them, sucking her toes until she wanted to scream.
"Oh yes!" she cried, squirming on the desk, her blonde head twisting from side to side.
"Fuck me! Suck my toes! Oh yes!"
She wiggled her loins wildly, churning her madly throbbing cunt on the man's rapidly thrusting cock.
"Mmmmm, mannnn!" the coach groaned, humping deliriously, sliding his lust-saturated cock in the searing-hot pussy of the purring teenager, sucking her sexy young toes as they wiggled and clutched in his mouth.
Jenny grabbed her tits, squeezing them, rubbing them in circles, massaging her cherry-bumps and nipples. She felt sexy all over. Her clit rubbed against the man's sliding cockshaft. The hot edges of his knob massaged the sensitive folds of her cuntal walls. As his steel-hard prong rubbed her G-spot, she started losing her mind. She thrashed on the desk, rocking her loins, crazy to bring herself off.
The coach dropped her feet, fell forward over her, crushed his hairy chest to her swollen tits, covered his mouth with hers. He humped against her so forcefully, ramming his cock in so hard and deep, that with each thrust the desk legs scraped along the concrete floor. He rammed his tongue down her throat and she sucked it, gazing deliriously into his lust-watery eyes. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. He was fucking her so deep she thought his cock would come out of her mouth. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy and he began to spurt.
"Awwwwww!" he groaned. "Ahhhhhh!"
He fucked out of control, ramming his cock up Jenny's pussy with all his strength, firing stream after stream of scalding jism into her womb.
Jenny hovered at the brink of orgasm for an endless moment. It was as if time had stopped forever. The man's cock bucked inside her, spurting endlessly, and Jenny lay under him, on the edge of ecstasy, experiencing orgasm without the spasms. She thought she'd never get over the hump, but at once, she exploded.
Her fingernails sank into the man's back, her toenails into his ass. She squirmed up against him, crushing her body into his body, melting into him. Her cunt contracted fast, hard, almost viciously, and the coach gasped as her pussy nearly popped the knob off his pleasure-raw cock. She bit the man's jaw, clawed his back, writhed under him so violently that she nearly rolled them both off the desk. She felt a hot cum-spurt drill her womb and she shrieked with delicious excitement until her orgasm was over.
The coach pushed up off her, staggered around the office as if he were lost. "Jesus, girl, you nearly sucked the life out of me! I ain't never fucked a pussy like that before!"
Jenny lay across the desk, moaning softly. What a fuck! She thought. What a feeling!
Before Jenny left his office, the coach said, "I hope you'll be coming around regularly from now on, sweetheart."
"I hope so too," Jenny said. She glanced at the dangling outline of the coach's cock in his sweatpants. "I know so, Coach."