First Time Coach

by Jenna Rose

  Daisy comes first. I wasn’t expecting it, but her legs close down around her hand and she lets out a moan that I feel in my dick. Her face glows as she climaxes, which sends me right over the fucking edge.

  The first shot of cum is a big one, I can tell by her reaction. Her eyes go wide as she starts swallowing quickly. My hips buck forward as I pump my huge load across her tongue, all over the insides of her mouth and down her throat. She takes it all like a pro and gently moves her hand to my balls as I give her the last of it.

  “Fuck,” I growl. I squeeze the base of my cock, milking out the last few drops. “Open your mouth. Let me see it.”

  Eyes on fire, Daisy opens her mouth and shows me the little pool of the last of my cum sitting on her tongue. Before I can even tell her to swallow, she does.

  “Wow…”

  “I’m a little cum slut for you, daddy.”

  Her words rock me. Did she just say that? My surprise must be written all over my face, because she starts giggling as she gets to her feet.

  “I just wanted to say that,” she whispers. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “No, that’s fucking hot,” I reply as I run my hands over her smooth hips and ass. She’s impossibly sexy, and although her body is so small, taut and tight, I can’t stop thinking about putting a baby in her belly.

  “I don’t even know where I got that,” she giggles. “It’s not like I watch porn or anything.”

  “God, you’re so fucking innocent,” I groan. “But I’m going to change that.”

  “When?” she asks desperately.

  “Soon. We’ll have to find the right time,” I tell her. “Your first time should be special.”

  I hear her parents’ car pull up out front, and I quickly kiss her, not caring that I just drained my balls into her mouth. I tug my pants up and zip them and she quickly slides into her shorts. I head to the table, but she makes a hissing sound and I turn around to see her waving me over to her, her softball bat in hand. Oh, yeah. We were supposed to be doing that.

  I grab the ball from the ground and pitch it to her just as Pete’s walking outside. Daisy’s swing is impressive, and she cracks it high into the air behind me for what would definitely be a home run in a game.

  “Told you she’s got skills,” Pete says proudly. “Didn’t I?”

  “You sure did,” I reply with a nod. “You sure did…”

  10

  Daisy

  The way Brenda is looking at me is driving me nuts; it’s been driving me nuts all day. From the minute she picked me up for school, and all through lunch, she’s been giving me the eye like a mother who knows something her daughter thinks she doesn’t know.

  “Stop!” I whine, throwing a piece of my orange peel at her face. She slaps it away but keeps on smiling.

  “You know what, Aubrey?” she says. “Daisy’s in love.”

  “Ooooh, how can you tell?” Aubrey asks.

  “Haven’t you noticed? For the past week she’s been walking around with her head in the clouds, glowing like she’s pregnant or something.” Brenda’s face changes. “You’re not pregnant are you?”

  “No! Of course not!” I groan. I wish, though.

  It’s been the hardest week of my life. Everything has been chaos and I haven’t been able to get any alone time with Coach. The closest we got was when I stopped by his office when he was alone to suck his dick, but before I could even get his pants down, Miss Cock-Block Henderson showed up asking to talk to him about the team’s uniforms or something.

  He asked me to sneak out a couple of times, but my dad’s been up late working and the start of school homework has me scrambling every evening. I just haven’t been able to make it out to see him, and it’s driving me crazy. Two nights ago though, a package showed up for me from Amazon that I hadn’t ordered.

  I started to open it downstairs, but when I saw the gift wrapping, I instantly ran upstairs to my room with it. There was a note too.

  Sweetest. Use this while you think about me until I see you again.

  Inside, was a tiny little pink vibrator. I went bright red when I saw it and closed my door and locked it as I opened the packaging. It wasn’t how I thought a sex toy would look; it wasn’t big, and it wasn’t shaped like a dick or anything—it was just a little pink cylinder that could almost pass as a decoration on a keychain. I “went to bed” earlier that night. At least, that’s what I told my parents.

  What I really did was lie in bed for an hour, coming and coming while I thought of Coach taking me, until my poor little clit was begging for a break and I finally slumped back in bed with my little present between my legs and passed out.

  It even woke me up the next morning. The on switch is a little cap on the base that you turn. I must have turned it with my legs in my sleep so I started off my day with a little more fantasizing about Coach and another Big-O. But as good as my toy was, it was nothing compared to the real thing, and I was craving that.

  When I look around school at all the teenage boys doing their best to hit on my friends, to impress the girls with their “muscles,” I feel so out of place. Sure, some of them are attractive, but none of them get me like Coach does. He just oozes sex, masculinity, dominance. None of these boys could own me like Coach. I’m not just ready to give him my v-card; I’m ready to give him my life.

  “She might be preggers,” Brenda says again as she chews her sandwich. “Either that or she has a secret boyfriend.”

  “Secret boyfriend?” Aubrey asks. “Oooh, that’s interesting! He’d have to be from another school though. We’d know if she was dating someone here.”

  Would you? I think, trying not to smile.

  “Maybe from Bryant Academy,” Brenda continues, thinking out loud. “One of those lax boys.”

  “Don’t be silly,” I tell her. “You know I’m not into lax bros or jocks.”

  Brenda freezes like she’s had an epiphany. Her eyes go wide. Aubrey looks at her then looks at me. I know what she’s going to say before she says it.

  “Coach Irons!”

  “Coach Irons?” Aubrey asks, sounding confused. “What?”

  “You’re fucking dating Coach Irons!” Brenda says, much too loudly. “I know it! The way you were defending him—”

  I lean forward quickly and clap a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

  “Would you shut the fuck up!?” I hiss. Aubrey almost jumps out of her chair as Brenda laughs into my palm. “Who are you? TMZ?”

  “Oh my God, Daisy!” Aubrey gasps. “You’re dating Coach Irons?”

  “If you guys say one word to anyone, I will kill you!” I hiss to them both. “Dead! You understand?”

  Brenda licks my palm to get me to let go. I do, but in the process, I smear her spit all over her face.

  “Ew, bitch!”

  “Not one word!” I repeat. “Or I will go take kung-fu lessons just so I can whoop your asses!”

  “Okay, okay, relax,” Brenda laughs, proud that she figured out my secret. “But spill it. Give us the deets.”

  “Did you guys do it yet?” Aubrey asks. “Like…it?”

  “No, not yet,” I reply.

  “Yet!?” Brenda laughs. “Holy shit! She’s gonna fuck Coach Irons!”

  “Would you stop!?” I protest, trying not to smile. “It’s not…it’s not like that. I actually like him – like really like him, okay?”

  “Oh, I bet a lot of other girls around here like him too,” Brenda jokes. “He’s a hottie. Undeniably.”

  “Yes, but I like him, Brenda.” It feels strange to say like when describing Coach. It just doesn’t feel…strong enough. But saying the other word to my friends right now scares me. I don’t know why; it just does.

  “Trent’s going to be so disappointed,” Brenda giggles.

  “Trent can go fuck himself,” I scoff. “Like I care what that idiot thinks.”

  “Idiot, huh?” I jump at the sound of Trent’s voice behind me. Shit. I turn slowly to see him standing there
with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look mad; he just looks amused, actually.

  “That’s no way to talk about a guy behind his back.”

  “Sorry, Trent…” I reply sheepishly. “I was just kidding.”

  “No you weren’t, but that’s okay,” he shrugs. “The truth is, you’re really just not that hot. I just wanted to add another virgin pussy to my list, ya know?”

  “Oh my God, Trent!” Aubrey gasps. “What the Hell?”

  “Ainsley!” My whole body responds to the sound of Coach’s voice bellowing through the cafeteria with such volume that every conversation stops and all the students turn to look at him. He’s only about ten feet away from my table, and I can tell by his face that he just heard everything Trent said to me. If he wasn’t faculty, I have no doubt that he’d be stuffing Trent’s face up his own ass right now.

  “Y—yeah, coach?”

  “My office,” he growls. “Now.”

  The whole cafeteria fills with laughter and whispers as Trent, doing his best to not look bothered, makes his way to the door. Coach catches my eye before he turns, and barely winks at me. I blush immediately and turn away. I can barely look at him without my whole body lighting on fire for him. If I stare for one more second, I’ll have to go to the bathroom with my toy for a little “me time.”

  “Holy shit,” Brenda laughs under her breath. “He fucking loves you. I think he might actually kill Trent!”

  I slump forward onto the table, a rush of emotions stirring within me.

  “I can’t stand it anymore,” I groan. Might as well let it all out now; they already know the truth. “I’ve been trying to get fucked for a week now, but I just can’t! I don’t know what to do!”

  “Sleep over at my house, tonight,” Aubrey suggests. I look up.

  “Huh?”

  “You wanna watch them fuck?” Brenda laughs.

  “Say you’re sleeping over at my place,” Aubrey continues. “But go to his house. My parents won’t be home tonight; they’re going to Colorado.”

  “Seriously?!” I ask, sitting up straight. “Don’t joke around, Aubrey. Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” She smiles like she just got an A on her math test.

  My heart instantly starts racing at the possibility of seeing Coach tonight. I know I’m glowing and probably look ridiculous, because Aubrey and Brenda are just looking at me and smiling, but I don’t care. After a week of suffering, being deprived of his touch, his smell, his body, I’m going to have him.

  Tonight I’m going to give myself to Coach.

  11

  Coach

  I’m not nervous as I wait for my princess to come and see me, but I am buzzing with excitement. Chewing out Trent and giving him a week’s worth of detention felt fantastic. I know I’ll get a talking-to from his parents and probably the principal too when he complains to them, but seeing his little smug face all pissed off was well worth it. To think that he could talk to my sweet girl like that and get away with it. It’s a good thing he’s not a guy my age that I ran into at the bar.

  I glance back down at my phone and see Daisy’s text.

  On my way, stud ;)

  It’s the third time I’ve looked at it. She’s still not here and I’m starting to wonder if her little plan fell apart. Maybe her parents figured it out, or maybe Aubrey’s parents came home and she can’t get out. But as I’m pacing the living room, my dick half-hard under my sweats, I hear a knock at the door. It’s soft, three times.

  It’s her.

  When I open it, I’m greeted by the scent of her perfume that instantly takes hold of me like a jab to the face and wakes me right up. The follow up punch comes from her eyes, gleaming like the glow of the candles I’ve lit behind me in the living room, and the knockout comes when I glance down and see the sheer halter top she’s wearing that does nothing to conceal her magnificent rack. Her nipples are hard as I wrap my arm around her and pull her inside. I want to ravish her, strip her bare and drive my cock inside her, but this is her first time, so I take things slow.

  “Finally,” I say with a smile as I tease her hair. “It feels like I’ve had to wait forever.”

  “I know, right?” she laughs softly. “Couldn’t get rid of my parents.”

  “I’d wait forever for you, Daisy. But I wouldn’t like it.”

  I bring my smiling lips to hers and my body swells with possessive pride as I pull her body to mine. My hands trace the lines of her body, pausing at her hips, waist and her spectacular tits. I slide her halter top up to reveal them to me, then start slowly kissing down her neck.

  Her back arches and she moans, but I take my time, gently teasing the skin of her neck, then her collarbone, then down her breasts. I pass her nipples, breathing softly against them, causing her to gasp and grab my back with her hand. The warmth of her body and her scent are intoxicating as I finally slide my lips around her nipple and suck gently.

  “Coach…” she mutters as I peel the hem of her pants down around her tight little ass and squeeze. I swear to God; this girl is a goddess. A primal urge inside me rises and I have the sudden urge to sink my teeth into her, devour her, lap hungrily at every inch of her pristine body.

  My cock is throbbing painfully. I’ve been denied her sweet, virgin pussy for too long now. Tonight’s the night I’m going to claim it, bind her to me and make her mine. I smile as I lift her into my arms, thinking about just how many guys would kill to be in my shoes now. Too bad. She’s mine.

  As I carry her down the hall and into the bedroom, Daisy kisses my ear gently and slides a delicate hand around the back of my head like a goddess. I set her down on the bed, and with one smooth motion, pull her pants all the way off and set them aside. My eyes hood with lust as she spreads her legs for me to reveal her glistening virgin cunt. I’m practically drooling as I pop the button on my pants.

  Take it slow, I tell myself as I lean down over her and bring my lips to hers. I suck her tongue gently as I press my chest against her full breasts. With one hand, I pull her halter top off and throw it across the room. She’s completely naked now, glowing beneath me in all her beauty, her curves causing my body to ache for her. My craving is insatiable. Only one thing will cure it now.

  “You’re such a naughty girl,” I coo. “Lying to your parents, sneaking out at night to come fuck a guy who’s twice your age. I’m going to take your cherry tonight, sweet thing. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Y—yes, coach,” she replies, desire dripping from her lips.

  I tug my zipper down, take her hand and guide it down my pants. She squeezes my hard cock like she can hardly believe its thickness.

  “I’m going to stretch your little virgin pussy with this,” I tell her. “And I’m going to make you come and come and come, until you forget your own name.”

  I take her mouth in mine and her breasts in my hands as she tugs my pants down. Pre-cum spills onto her hand as she starts stroking me. I groan feverishly, possessed by her body, her scent, her presence. I get up and strip, then stand naked before her, my cock hanging thick and hard between my legs. I see the lust in her eyes as I burn for her.

  I take her firmly by the hips and move her up the bed, then position myself on top of her. I let the tip of my cock rest against her eager slit as I breath in her beauty. But it’s not just my desire for her body that’s driving me wild; it’s my desire for her. This moment will solidify everything, bind us together forever.

  “You don’t need any warming up, do you?” I whisper as I move my hips, letting my cock play across her wet pussy lips. “You want this cock in you.”

  “Yes…” she whispers. “But, Coach…will it hurt?”

  “Only at first, baby,” I tell her as I position the tip of my cock at the entrance to her sweet flower. “I’ll pop your cherry and make you mine, and then I’ll make you come over and over and over again. And you’ll remember it forever.”

  I can’t wait any longer. I’m ready; she’s ready. I wrap my strong arms aroun
d her and bring my lips to hers. And then I push inside.

  She’s even tighter than I expected, and her hole pushes back against my cock, clamping down around the thick girth of my crown. Fuck, it’s been forever since I had a virgin. Her wet cunt is squeezing me harder than I’ve ever been squeezed before, and suddenly I’m clenching my teeth trying not to bust prematurely.

  “Wow, that’s fucking tight, baby,” I growl, tightening my grip around her body.

  Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath. I feel her eyes on me, but I can’t look at them. I’ll come right away if I do; they’re that beautiful.

  “Don’t stop, Coach,” she whispers. “I want it all.”

  “I’m trying,” I groan with a soft laugh. “But your pussy is so tight. I can barely get inside you.”

  “Push harder,” she urges me. That was unexpected. I thought she would be nervous, afraid of her first time, but I know now that she wants this just as much as me. I look down between her legs at her pussy, spread around the tip of my cock that’s barely inside her. I haven’t even put a condom on. And I’m not going to either.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” I growl as I stare at the pink wet of her teenage cunt. “You want it all?”

  “Yes, coach!” she practically pleads. “Give it to me.”

  My jaw clenches down, I seize her hips, rise up on my knees and thrust forward with my hips and watch as my cock slowly slides inside her. That’s it. That’s the spot. I’m taking her now. Making her mine.

  “Oh my God, coach!”

  “Fuck,” I grunt as my dick twitches. I close my eyes; the image of her beauty is just too much for me. Her cunt clenches down on my cock like a fist, practically begging for me to unload in her. Like the first night I saw her, back at her house, the urge to breed her fills me, just like I want to fill her hole with my seed. But walking around the school pregnant would be a scandal. As much as I want to fill her, I know I can’t—at least not now.