by Autumn Avery
I pull my hand out of my panties and look at the milky white droplet on my fingertip. It’s not the same as swallowing his whole load, but I have to know what it tastes like. The girls at school always make a big deal about talking about it.
But just as I bring my finger to my lips, I hear the doorbell ring.
Pumpkin, our yellow lab, goes bonkers and starts barking up a storm.
“Pumpkin! Shut up!” My dad yells and I hear his footsteps as he gets up and goes to the door.
Who could it be?
I hear the door open and my heart almost stops when I hear the voice.
“Hey, Mr. Summers. Is Katie here?”
It’s Coach Steele!
“Coach! How ya doing? What brings you out this late? Katie’s not in trouble, is she?!”
My heart’s about to explode out of my chest. I swing my feet out of bed and switch the light on. Shock floods through me.
What is he doing here!?
Did he have a change of heart? Is he here to tell my parents what happened between us?
No. That would be insane. He’d lose his job – or worse.
So then what is he doing here?
“No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to return her basketball shoes,” I hear Coach say. “She left them in the locker room. Frank found ‘em and brought ‘em to me.”
“Oh, that’s nice of you, Coach!” My dad says. “You could have just given them to her tomorrow though.”
“Well, I wanted to chat with her too about a little something I want to do in practice tomorrow. Could I borrow her for five minutes?”
Suddenly I’m about to freak out. Coach Steele is at my house and wants to borrow me for five minutes? I don’t know why, but I think about jumping out my window and running for the hills.
Why would he be here where my parents are!?
The fantasy of today has suddenly turned into my worst nightmare. I’m sitting on my bed, with Coach Steele’s cum dripping out of me, and he’s downstairs talking to my dad!
What if he lets something slip? What if I say something? What if he says something? What if my dad just notices the way I look at him – or the way I’m not looking at him? This is a catastrophe!?
But I don’t have time to think. I don’t have time to do anything. My father’s voice booms from downstairs.
“Katie! Someone’s here for you!”
It takes at least a full thirty seconds before I move. And even then, it’s like I’m a zombie as I make my way down the hall and down the stairs. And then when I see him, I have to grab the banister to keep from falling over.
Is it possible that somehow he got even more gorgeous since I last saw him? Because that’s what it feels like.
Coach is well over six feet and makes my five eight dad look like some kind of dwarf. Just seeing him takes my breath away as I’m instantly taken back to the locker room. He sees me, we lock eyes, and I feel my knees go weak.
“Hey, Katie. You left these at school.”
He holds up my sneakers with a smile that makes my heart flutter like a hyperactive hummingbird.
“Oh. Thanks, coach,” I say, coming down the stairs. Standing in front of him makes me feel small, and in the best way possible. He’s such a man. I can’t even imagine what losing my v-card to one of the boys at school would have been like. Coach didn’t have to prove anything to me. When he stepped up behind me in the locker room, and I turned around and saw him, it was perfectly clear: I was his. I am his.
“You have five minutes? I wanted to talk to you about practice tomorrow and something I need your help with.”
Is he being serious?
Coach has never asked me anything about the team before or brought me in on decisions related to games. I’m not one of the stars and he knows I’m not interested in playing after this year, so he must have something else in mind, and I feel myself tingling all over as I wonder what it is.
“Yeah, sure. Dad, I’ll be outside for a few, okay?”
“Sure, no problem,” he says, taking Coach’s hand. “Thanks, Coach. Have a good one.”
“Have a good night, Mr. Summers,” he replies.
I can only imagine what this would be like if my mom had answered the door. There’s no way she doesn’t think Coach is as hot as I do, and if she had tried flirting with him…
The air is warm as I step outside. It’s an unusually warm evening for Southern New Hampshire, and there’s a slight breeze that feels soft against my face. As soon as the door closes behind us, I feel Coach’s rough hand close around mine. He pulls me quickly off the porch and around to the side of the house by the driveway.
Before I know it, his hands are all over me.
“I had to see you again,” he whispers, his breath warm in my ear. “I couldn’t wait.”
He’s hard, and I can feel it pressing against my thigh as he lifts my chin and kisses me. It’s like a spark as our lips touch and I realize I’m standing on my tippy toes to reach him.
What if the neighbors see?
I wonder for a second if I’m going crazy when I realize the thought of that is turning me on. I’m still soaked from Coach’s cum, but I know I’m already getting wet again as he runs his hands over me, cupping my ass, then moving up my back.
He takes a fistful of my hair and squeezes until it hurts, and before I know it I’m on my knees in front of him. We’re in the shadows of the oak tree, and the Union’s lights next door are off, but what if my parents decide to come outside?
“Suck me off, Miss Summers,” I hear him say and I look up at him and see just how excited he is. His cock is completely hard and standing at full attention. The tip is almost touching my lips already. He doesn’t even give me a chance to think before reaching out and pulling my chin down and sliding his cock between my lips.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Stay just like that. I’m gonna fuck your throat.”
His hands lock around me like a vise, one under my chin and one behind my head as he starts to thrust. There’s nothing I can do but take his dick. I’m completely under his control.
He’s somehow even hornier now than he was in the locker room, and what’s turning me on even more right now is that I can taste myself on his cock. Just like me, he didn’t shower after. This is all happening so quickly. I wonder how many of my friends can say they’ve tasted their own juices off their boyfriend’s cock.
Not many.
Coach picks up the pace and starts literally fucking my mouth. There’s nothing I can do. He’s having his way with me and that’s that. I’m here for his pleasure right now, and I’m proud of it. I look up at his eyes and see the lust there as he thrusts, faster and faster, his cock swelling and swelling like a hard steel rod between my lips.
I gag and cough, press my hands against his thighs to try and get a moment’s relief, but Coach isn’t letting me go anywhere.
“Take my cock. Just like that, gag on my dick.”
My eyes are watering and I’m bracing myself against him as he thrusts. I can taste his pre-cum as it drips onto my tongue. He must be close already. I’m so fucking turned on but I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I have to stop him. And I don’t want to do that. I’ll surrender to him, but I don’t want to quit. I want to give him what he wants.
“You’re so nasty, taking my dick like this while your parents are inside,” he tells me. “I’m gonna cum down your throat. You want that?”
I manage to get an “mmhmm” out somehow as his cock presses against the back of my throat. He’s so hard he must be about to explode.
“Here it comes,” he tells me.
And then it does. His cock bursts in my mouth and I feel the hot cum shoot straight into my throat. I almost gag, but Coach holds my head firm so I can’t move. My nose is touching his stomach and I realize I have his entire cock down my throat. I don’t know how that’s even possible.
Tears stream from my eyes and I clench his thighs with my hands. I can feel my nails dig into h
is skin, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m focusing on not gagging. All I can think about is how good this must feel for him, and I feel a sense of pride swell within me as the last of his seed shoots down my throat.
He gasps and sighs a deep sigh of relief. I feel his cock twitch one more time before he pulls it out and stuffs it back into his briefs. Spit drips down my chin but before I can wipe it off, Coach lifts me up and kisses me deeply.
I can still taste his cum. Sweet, salty and something I know I will want more of. The girls at school always talked about whether or not their boyfriends let them kiss them after a blowjob, but Coach doesn’t seem to care. In fact, it seems like it’s turning him on. I’m sloppy, sweaty, with tears running down my face and his cum down my throat, and he’s devouring me like an animal in heat.
“You’re a fucking princess,” he tells me. “A dirty little high school princess, and you’re mine.”
Before I can react, he turns away from me and walks across the lawn toward his truck. He got what he wanted from me and now he’s leaving. He used me…and I love it.
His cum tasted so good. It was so warm when it shot into my mouth and down my throat, and all I can think about as I walk back inside is everything else I want him to do to me. A whole new world has opened up to me and I’m ready to explore.
“Everything okay?” My dad calls from the living room as I shut the door behind me.
“Yeah,” I call back. “Everything’s great.”
3
Coach Steele
Coach Steele
* * *
My dick’s been at half-mast all day. I can’t get Katie’s naked body out of my mind.
She sucked my dick right outside her parents’ house and swallowed my cum. On the same day I took her virginity. I’ve never been this possessed by a girl and had to rub one out before I went to bed, and another one this morning in the shower before school.
I came in late but caught a glimpse of her on her way to first period after chorus. She was with her friends so I couldn’t say anything, but I know she saw me. Today’s a dress-up day, and I don’t know if I’m imagining things or what, but it looked like her skirt was a little shorter than usual.
Maybe it’s just the fact that I can’t keep my mind off what’s going on underneath there. She must have showered last night, but I still can’t help thinking that maybe there’s still a drop of my cum left inside her. If not, well, that’s something I can change.
There’s no way she’s on birth control. She’s young and she’s fertile, and if I keep cumming in her like this, she’s going to get pregnant. And I’m just fine with that. In fact, that’s exactly what I want. I want to breed her and let the whole world know she’s mine.
She’d look so fucking hot with my child inside her. Watching her belly grow, followed by her breasts. I’ve always thought pregnant women were so fucking sexy, but I never found a girl I wanted to knock up. They were all psychos or gold diggers or just plain boring. But Katie has cast a spell on me, and it’s the only thing on my mind.
I’ve never even fucked a pregnant chick. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while, but who wants to sleep with a woman carrying another schmuck’s child? Katie’s tits are already incredible, and when she goes up a cup size right before she gives birth, I won’t know what to do with myself.
I’ve been locked up in my office all morning with my cock refusing to go down all the way. I need to find a way to get my mind off her, but she’s all I can think about. It’s like she’s invaded my brain and set up an outpost and is refusing to leave.
I could jerk off, I guess, but it’s almost time for lunch.
I spot the cooler in the corner and find my solution.
I crack it open and pull out one of the ice packs and cram it right down my pants onto my cock. The shock is brutal, but it’s exactly what I need. My cock instantly reacts and comes down a bit. Not all the way, but enough that I can walk around without every teacher in the place taking notice.
I toss the ice pack and head out.
I wonder where she’ll be sitting today. Normally she’s at the third table on the right wall with her friends. Will she be facing me or facing away from me? Her hair’s in a ponytail today, which has my mind racing about grabbing it from behind while I fuck her.
Jesus, I’m getting lightheaded.
I shake my head and realize I haven’t even eaten this morning. Did I eat last night? It’s been a whirlwind. One foot in front of the other as I make my way toward the cafeteria.
“Coach Steele?” I hear a female voice behind me, but it’s not the one I want to hear right now. I turn around and put on a fake smile.
“Yes, Mrs. Thompson?”
Mrs. Thompson, the Latin teacher, has had the hots for me since the day I started here, and the feeling has never been mutual. Rumor has it she drove her last husband to drink so much he became an alcoholic, and her first husband moved to the Philippines just to get away from her. Lord knows what Chad is going through.
She was probably cute at one point, but a bad boob job and a botched lip job, and whatever else she’s done to herself, has her looking like a zombie stripper that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole, let alone my cock.
“I saw you were a little late today,” she says with a sly grin as she walks over to me. “I was worried you were sick or something.”
“Nope, just running a little late.”
I turn around and make my way quickly down the hall, but she’s hot on my heels. The wood on her cheap pumps clacks on the floor behind me as she comes up by my shoulder.
“So…I was just wondering if you’d thought any more about my invitation?”
A few weeks back, Mrs. Thompson invited me out to dinner. I declined. Not because of the reason I’d given her, which was that I didn’t want to get involved with someone at the school, but because she just wasn’t my type.
Mrs. Thompson has been around the block and everyone knows it. Our principal keeps his mouth shut because he doesn’t want any trouble, and she is admittedly a good teacher and the kids like her. But there’s not much Mrs. Thompson hasn’t done and not many people she hasn’t done it with. And I’m just not interested in that.
“I have,” I grumble. “And my answer hasn’t changed.”
She’s wearing way too much perfume today. A little perfume is nice, but she’s overdoing it and it smells like something a stripper would wear.
“It’s just one drink—“
“Mrs. Thompson,” I say, stopping at the door to the cafeteria. “No offense. You’re a lovely woman,” I lie. “But I just don’t want to get involved with someone I work with.”
Before she can answer I step into the cafeteria, which is already crowded with students. She won’t be able to pester me in here.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Katie is already here. She’s at her usual table and with her usual friends: Molly and Tara and a couple random girls I don’t recognize.
Seeing her is like a punch in the gut. It’s fucking ridiculous how much of a hold this girl has over me. I feel like a teenager again and I’ve got my first crush. Only this is ten times worse.
There’s nothing I can do. Last night’s blowjob in the bushes comes flooding back into my mind. The image of her kneeling down in front of me, looking up with tears in her eyes as she swallows my cum.
And the locker room before that, when I laid her down on her back on that filthy floor and changed her life forever. Changed our lives forever.
The way she’s sitting today means she will be facing the teacher’s section when I sit down. I take a few deep breaths as I grab my lunch and sit down beside Mr. Ross and Mrs. Brown.
“Hey, Coach,” Mr. Ross says as he tucks in to some microwaved lasagna.
“Hey, Tim,” I reply.
I take a few bites of my sandwich before I look over at Katie, and when I look up, I see her eyes are on me. Nothing prepares me for seeing her and I just know she’s the kind of girl I could wake up ne
xt to every day and still feel just as hot for as I did the first day I saw her.
The look in her eyes instantly undoes all the attempts I made to squash my hard-on. I feel my balls tighten and the blood rush to my dick as our gaze meets. This is bad – really bad. How am I going to get through my day with her around me like this?
If only I could fuck her every morning before school. That might solve the problem – at least a little bit. Then I wouldn’t be all boned up every time I saw her at the start of the school day. But how the Hell am I going to do that?
The school isn’t big enough to just find some empty hallway and get lost for a quickie, and I can’t sneak into the girl’s locker room either. I guess I could bring her into my office and close the shades, but that’s real sketchy if one of the other teachers or parents decides to drop in for an unannounced visit.
This is really fucking up my day.
Before I know it I’ve devoured my sandwich and am guzzling my iced tea. I need to get out of here before anyone sees how hard my dick is. Why the fuck did I wear shorts today?
I try to block out any thoughts of Katie from my mind and focus on calming down. It’s like being a teenager again and getting a random boner during history class right as the bell rings.
After what must be a few minutes of trying and failing, I shift a bit under the table and manage to tuck my cock up into the waistband of my shorts, which will hopefully allow me to walk out of here without anyone noticing.
“See ya, Tim,” I tell Mr. Ross as I get up and drop my tray in the kitchen window. I’m so fucking horny it’s absurd. Keeping my back to the cafeteria, I walk back into the hall and take a quick turn to the left, going out the back way. I’ll go through the parking lot and get to my office that way and avoid as many people as possible while I’m harder than an anvil.
It’s not the warmest day out, but I wish it was freezing. Nothing better to kill an erection than below freezing temperatures. But as I step out into the parking lot, I hear the door swing open behind me.