by T West
Just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Rawlings withdrew and said, “Kid, you're going to get shafted harder than one girl can handle.” He frogmarched her back over to the bench and bent her over it. “There you go. Now, get ready.”
He spread her thighs again, and lined himself up with her pussy. He drove in deeply with one thrust, fully penetrating her. She screamed loudly as she felt the Coach stretching her wide. This was exactly what she wanted, as she felt him inside her, hot and hard. She was so wet with arousal that he pumped in and out perfectly. She found herself begging for more. “Do me harder,” she pleaded.
Rawlings obliged, and placed the soles of his feet up on the bench, so he could hit it from above. From this angle he was able to get incredible leverage, expertly angling his slick stick and slamming into her steadily with hard, powerful thrusts. The angle felt amazing for Candice too, he was hitting her just right, her pussy aching and tingling. She opened her mouth to yell while the Coach pounded her hard from behind.
His cock was so thick, and it stretched her so good. She almost screamed, but as he fucked her rhythmically, she adjusted to the wide girth. He was slick with his pre-cum, and it made things a lot easier.
Abruptly, Rawlings grunted and gripped her hips tighter, his thick thighs shaking against her. Before long he was panting into her ear, his big chest pressed up against her back. He reached around and flicked her bean. She couldn’t take it any more as she was pushed over the edge, her inner walls clamping down on the thick girth inside her and milking it. Candice squirted around the shaft, strings of gush spraying all over the changing bench and little specks of it hitting the floor. Rawlings came seconds after, and she felt pulse after pulse of hot, creamy spunk shoot into her young body. The Coach totally emptied himself into her. It was such an incredible feeling, being filled so hard. She was so full of cum that she could feel it trickling down the insides of her thighs, dripping out of her. She felt totally used, and loved every second of it.
Candice was pretty much spent, having been slammed so rampantly. She sat down on the bench.
“You're a good student,” Rawlings said. “You took my cock like a pro. You enjoyed that, didn't you?”
“God yes,” she said, in a fog of pleasure.
"Good job, kid. And guess what?"
“What?”
“You passed!”
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BEACH BANG WORKOUT
By
Tess West
T he sun spilled over the beach like a tropical drink that had tipped off a tiki bar. Amber light suffused each grain of sand with a little bit of energy, warmth that would leach away as soon as the sun dipped beneath the ocean for the night. Larissa felt the warmth under her feet as she jogged down the beach. Her breath sounded loud to her, she could feel it rumble through her chest. She could feel her heart hammering behind her ribs, proof of her body’s exertions.
She loved this feeling of her blood pounding in her veins and the warmth rising from her skin, connecting with the cool evening air. Larissa dodged some seaweed washed up on the shore and felt her feet sink in the retreating surf. The water splashed up around her calves. Her target was in sight, the next stop on the outdoor gym.
Climbing up onto the pull-up bar, she hooked her hands around the well-worn metal and began to count. She felt the initial strain in her muscles as she pulled her body up and down. Larissa knew she was vain. She liked watching the movement of her muscles under her skin, a powerful movement that brought her towards the sky and back towards the earth. Over and over again, as the pull-ups grew into the dozens and to her goal of fifty. As she dropped back down into the sand she could feel the strain in her muscles, from her shoulders to the tips of her fingers. A warm burn. The feeling of being alive, young, and strong.
She stretched for a moment and started off down the beach again for the next stop on the outdoor circuit. She passed a few other people, others taking advantage of the warm sunset and the noise of the ocean pounding against the shore. A gull cried overhead and Larissa looked up at the vast wingspan and white underbelly. The bird accompanied her part way down the beach and veered off towards its brethren hovering around the deck of a restaurant overlooking the water. The electric lights of the buildings cast their own shadows amongst those created by the now rising moon. The sun was holding out, keeping its orange glow just above the horizon.
Larissa made it to the sit-up plank and stretched out on her back looking up at the sky. Above her, stars began to show through the blue, peeking out from behind the clouds. She admired it for a moment, feeling the wind cool her sweaty skin before starting her one hundred sit-ups, in sets of ten. The curves of her abdomen moved under her skin, hardening the muscles even further as they clenched and relaxed with each sit-up. Ten sit-ups, twenty, thirty and all the way to fifty. She felt the exercise tingle all throughout her body as she did the final few. She sat for a moment, pulling her arm across her breasts in a stretch. She looked across the darkening beach, watching as others packed up to go to their cars or homes, or retreating into the bars and restaurants up and down, as far as the eye could see.
Larissa rolled her neck and shoulders, letting her muscles begin to relax. She got up and jogged over to one of the public water fountains and drank her fill, wiping the moisture off her lips when she finished. She wasn’t ready to go home, not yet. Her eyes found the pier in the distance, half flashing lights fading into darkness where the boats were docked.
She began to walk down the beach, enjoying the feeling of the ocean spray kissing her bare arms. The sun finally released its hold on the day and dipped under the water. The beach took on a gray and yellow quality, artificial and natural lights competing for sovereignty over the sand. She untied her sweater from around her waist and pulled it on over her sleeveless top, as the chill became too much and she kept walking, watching the sand more closely now. The water washing up on the shore took all imperfections away. Little water birds chased the waves, snatching up hapless ocean creatures that were tumbled out of their homes.
A shell caught her attention and she bent down and picked it up. Its original inhabitant had been plucked out of safety by a bird, but it left behind the white swirls with a purple interior that looked deep and dark in the twilight. She admired it and turned to toss it into the ocean as far as she could. She heard the plunk and smiled. If it hadn’t have been growing so cold, she would have chased the shell’s progress into the waves. Perhaps an earlier start would give her the opportunity to swim. It was a nice thought.
Larissa caught motion out of the corner of her eye. She turned and the person slowed, turning to stare at the ocean. It was a man, wearing a sweatshirt with a hood obscuring his face, cut-off sleeves leaving muscular arms exposed. A merman tattoo adorned his upper left arm, the figure holding a trident casually against one shoulder. Like Larissa, this hooded man was walking along the beach without any shoes. It was probably just a coincidence, it wasn’t like others didn’t workout on the beach. She shrugged and continued to walk towards the pier.
Despite the thought that she was being ridiculous, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed. She considered breaking into a run. She could make it look casual, just a simple continuation of her former exercising. However, curiosity was getting the better of her. What did this man want with her?
She reached the pier and the sand gave way to salt-worn wood. She padded towards a smoothie stand. It was her normal routine, not wanting to go home after her workout and getting a green smoothie to prolong her time at the beach. Did her follower know this? Instead of going straight for the booth, Larissa ducked in between two of the stands. The man came into view, this shoulder bare of any tattoos, but just as strong. Larissa saw her moment.
“Why are you following me?” she asked. The man turned towards her and pushed the hood off his head.
Suddenly, Larissa realized that the stranger’s shorts were unzipped. His giant cock was bobbing about out in front of him
, stiff and straining, leaking copious strings of pre-cum onto the wooden floor of the pier. The stranger leered at her and gave a lustful sigh, his cock swaying up and down like a seesaw.
“Oh, Christ…” Larissa whimpered, suddenly realizing what was going on. “I know what you want.”
The stranger reached out and grabbed her.
Larissa waited in angst as the stranger slowly fondled her, rubbing his fingers over her ass through her shorts. She arched her back and moaned. The stranger clutched at the edges of her top and tore it away, leaving her with tatters hanging from her.
Before long, Larissa realized that the stranger wasn't just fondling her ass. He was doing it in a gentle, rhythmic manner, pressing in steady circles. Gasping and panting, Larissa felt arousal welling up and leaking into her panties. She realized with a strangely warm throb somewhere in her stomach that this man probably wasn’t carrying any condoms.
Leaning down, the stranger licked his was down her toned stomach. She shivered. Not ceasing his fondling, the stranger pulled off her sports bra, licked at her nipples and sucked on them. She sighed and became pliant in his grasp. She wanted to please this man, and give him what she knew he wanted.
The stranger let go of her, and her eyes traced down the man’s body, all the way to his member, which was now fully erect. She couldn’t believe she was seeing this, but the stranger began massaging his enormous cock and openly masturbating in front of her.
Larissa couldn’t get over the size of it. Her mind flashed back to her ex, and as she mentally compared them, there was absolutely no comparison. The stranger’s big tool stood to attention as he gripped it tightly, rubbing the rippling flesh of his shaft. It looked like a beast, ominous, his big balls hanging down beneath him. He began to pick up the pace and jacked his member angrily, as if he hadn’t cum in at least a week.
Larissa let out a deep sigh. The stranger caught her gaze, locking eyes with her. Without thinking, Larissa slid a hand into her shorts. She was growing more and more aroused by the second. She took her hand away and breathed in deeply, a pleasurable sensation flowing through her body. She gasped and fell to her knees.
The very thing that Larissa had thought was fright had somehow turned into a delirious desire. As the stranger stood tall above her, a cloud of his scent rolled off in waves. Larissa couldn’t help but inhale the delicious waft, and as she did so, she felt something let go inside of her, some seismic shift in her panties. She was beyond moist, her shorts feeling like she had just stepped out of the ocean. Her nipples were rock-hard, and she was close enough to touch the man’s cock. Distantly, she was aware of muffled noise in the background, as people went about their evening, completely unaware of what was going on in Larissa’s reality. Still on her knees, she straightened her back, and came face to face with the long length of cock that stood threateningly before her. Pulsating and smooth, it jutted out, and she reached forward to touch it. As she did, the stranger threw his head back and moaned softly. She continued to explore, caressing and stroking him. It truly was a colossal thing. She put her mouth to the tip and began to suck, the taste of it filling her senses. Her hand slid into her shorts again and she began to desperately touch herself. Her other hand stroked the rippling shaft of the man’s cock while her mouth tended to huge head, opening her jaw as wide as possible and just about managing to get it between her lips.
He looked down at her, clearly enjoying the young girl’s warm mouth. Larissa carried on with her worship, kneeling at the virile altar of the stranger’s enormous cock. She went from licking it, to pulling the skin back and forth along the length, and sucking on the head. Thick pre-cum flowed from the tip, and Larissa got below, catching a string of it as it leaked down onto her tongue. She could hear the contented groans of the stranger as she continued to service him.
As she flicked her tongue over the head, she realized that there was no denying the need that consumed her. The stranger stepped backwards, robbing her of his dick. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her over with his powerful arms, pulling her shorts and panties down and exposing her round bubble-butt. He lifted her up and held her at waist level, her arms and legs limp and dangling.
It seemed that the more Larissa whimpered, the more the blood rushed down to the stranger’s cock. And she was about to be on the receiving end. The man looked down at her with rapt attention, as if preparing himself for the incredibly tight squeeze that was no doubt going to follow. He placed her down on her hands and knees.
On all fours with her ass in the air and with the towering man behind her, Larissa felt an eager longing. The whole thing had been so unexpected, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The stranger rubbed his cock, working it up and down to make it as hard as humanly possible.
She reached between her legs and ran her hand over her pussy. It was oil-slicked and slippery, her juices glistening. It was the perfect target for the stranger to bang away at. He pressed the tip against her opening and Larissa took a deep breath and waited.
As the head popped inside, Larissa's pussy tightened around it and pulled it in. The feeling was like dangerous fireworks, sudden pain made tolerable by bubbling pleasure that lit up bits of Larissa's mind that had never before been stimulated. The stranger pumped in and out, nailing her furiously, his thick thighs spreading her open and his thick cock filling her up. She felt every angle of the shaft, every degree of its huge circumference touching and rubbing her insides. She gritted her teeth to hold in a scream, whilst the stranger slammed her roughly.
Her moans were like music to the stranger’s ears, sounds that sang of suffering, and this only egged him on further. Larissa felt happy, in a funny sort of way, that the stranger had chosen her. And she was proud of herself, that she was taking it, accommodating him and satisfying him. It was obvious that the man was enjoying it, pulling out until just the very tip of his cock was inside before hastily plowing back in.
The man pounded her rhythmically yet recklessly, and Larissa could feel the shaft of his cock bulge and twitch as hot blood flowed through it. She could sense he was ready to explode.
“Please... hold on a minute...” Larissa begged, desperate for him to keep screwing her until she reached her own climax. She yelped and wailed, the pleasure bringing tears to her eyes and pre-cum to the man’s dick.
Now thoroughly enjoying herself, Larissa started to see stars, moaning in pleasure as the stranger slid into her, over and over again. She got busy with one hand between her legs, speedily rubbing her clit while her pussy tried to milk the stranger’s cock as tightly as she could. He pushed her head down as she felt the huge balls swing and slap against her.
It was an incredible feeling, having this big man screwing her on the pier. If anyone had asked her beforehand how her evening was going to turn out, she would never in a zillion years have been able to foresee this. She pounded back on the stranger’s cock, her moans becoming loader and the buzzing in her ears intensifying.
The huge stick felt like it was expanding inside her, hard and throbbing. The stranger reached his arms up high and groaned, a triumphant sound of release and satisfaction. His cock pulsed and jerked, as ribbons of cum shot into Larissa’s body, like party-poppers at a birthday party.
Still not done, he stayed balls-deep and began to move her up and down on it, like he was polishing a treasured brass object. Larissa was a writhing, gasping wreck. Her face was pressed against the wooden flooring, still skewered on the stranger’s huge cock, as she felt the final pulses of semen spurt into her, her pussy milking it dry. That was when her climax finally hit her. With the head pressed up against her g-spot, Larissa came. The scent of sex was all around her. The walls of her pussy squeezed the girth through her orgasm. She let out a shrill moan as another wave of pleasure flowed through her. She almost lost consciousness. The stranger gave a contented gasp and pulled all the way out, Larissa collapsing into a heap on her stomach, thick white goo leaking out of her snatch.
As she lay there, panting f
or air and trying to recover, the man zipped up and casually strolled off down the pier, his job complete. In her dreamy state, Larissa hoped she’d bump into him again sometime.