by Nawtay Brat
I can’t get her out of my head. Those luscious curves, the way her perky tits bounce when she dances, that tight round ass that’s just asking to be fucked six ways from Sunday. Jesus, how is she only nineteen?
I’m a thirty-five-year-old football coach, a has-been who eats TV dinners on the couch every night. She has the whole world going for her—a college freshman on the cheerleading squad with the kind of body that every jock on campus wants a piece of.
What the fuck am I doing obsessing over this girl barely out of high school? She probably still lives with her parents. I feel like such a pervert. It isn’t right to have these kinds of thoughts about her.
So why can’t I stop fucking thinking about her?
The way her long blond hair sweeps over her shoulders with careless elegance, the way her ass shakes when she performs and all the fans in the crowd are mesmerized by her. I’d love to see that ass naked in the air on my bed, right before I stroke a massive load all over it. I’d nut so hard she’d practically be swimming in my cum—fuck, it’s too much for me to think about.
I want to know what it feels like to sleep next to her, to hold her in my arms and feel the warmth of her silky skin. I want to spoon her while she’s asleep and caress my hand over her perfect curves.
I wonder what she tastes like between her—
“Uh, Coach Sanders?” Josh, the star quarterback of my team is standing there with a football hooked under his arm. I forgot what he is asking me about.
“Dammit, what is it Josh?” I didn’t mean to snap at him. He’s a good kid. I just get so caught up in my head when I think about her. It makes me so damn irritable.
“Coach—should we run the play again?” I realize then that it’s actually the entire team waiting behind me, wondering what they’re supposed to do next. It’s our Saturday training session before the big game tomorrow. Shit, I owe these kids my attention.
“Campbell, where’s your defense?” I ask. In truth, I hadn’t actually seen the play at all. Campbell is always fucking up though, so I figure he must have been shit on the last play, too. “Are you just gonna let your QB get sacked every damn play?”
“Josh wasn’t sacked that time, Coach.” Michaels, one of the my running backs always had a mouth on him. The nerve of him to disrespect me in front of my whole team.
“Michaels! Front and center!” Sometimes I hate being tough on these guys, but it’s more important for them to respect me. They need a strong leader. A coach who has lost the respect of his team may as well retire. “You just earned your team twenty push-ups. Let’s see em’ boys!”
“Yes, Coach,” they all answer in sync. “One… two… three…”
The sound of their voices fades to the background and she invades my thoughts again. Her perfect, supple tits in my face begging to be sucked and nibbled. I just want to grab them and feel their softness with both hands and bury my face between them. What would it feel like to squeeze them together and slip my cock…
“Coach? We’re done.”
“Well what the hell are you all standing around for then? Run it again!” I blow into the whistle around my neck and point toward the field. I swear, sometimes I think these idiots act dumb on purpose. They can’t seem to wipe their own ass unless I tell them to do it first. “And this time we’ll see if Campbell can find a pair and take a hit for his QB.”
Like they say—young, dumb, and full of cum.
God, what I wouldn’t give to cum inside her warm, tight little pussy. Did I mention I’m hung like a fucking donkey? Only reason I never went into porn is because I like coaching so much. But with these fools to work with, I just might have to.
I shake my head to reset my thoughts and focus on the play. I’ve got to stop getting so distracted.
I watch Michaels get dog-piled and see the football hurtling through the air across a clear blue sky, eclipsing the sun in an orange flash before coming back down. But I don’t see where it lands. No, my eyes never make it that far. Instead my gaze is caught at the bleachers across the way.
I’ve been thinking about her so much I’m starting to hallucinate. I rub my eyes to make sure it’s real.
Sure enough, there she is, sitting there so cute with her hands folded between her knees among the glinting metal in tiny denim shorts.
Penny smiles and waves. My hand makes it halfway up to wave back before I realize she’s not looking at me. She’s waving to Josh, that motherfucker. Too bad for him, he forgot the ball was still in play.
Josh is blind-sided by a heavyset linebacker and face-plants mid-wave.
Penny’s face turns to shock when she sees Josh flying five feet backward before landing hard.
Well done, Campbell.
Then she sees me. Her face lights up and she stands before giving an even more enthusiastic wave.
Take a dirt nap, Josh. Penny is mine.
At least, I thought she was mine after that time in the locker room last week…
CHAPTER TWO
Last week…
“Campbell! Get your fucking clothes on! Nobody here wants to see your junk any more than we have to.”
Campbell was running around the locker room, going behind his teammates and humping and slapping the air behind them like it was funny. Everyone else had a towel on after their shower but him. His dick was swinging and flopping all around and I had to shield my eyes when I told him to, “Put that shit away already.”
Michaels snuck up behind and whipped his bare ass with a wet towel. “Fuck!” Campbell screeched and rubbed the tender spot of his butt cheek while the locker room exploded with cheers and laughter. “Son of a bitch, that hurt! You’re supposed to treat me nicely first. Take me to some dinner or some shit.”
“Campbell, I want your cock like I want a fucking hernia.”
“So you do want my cock up your ass then?” The room burst into raucous hoots and hollers like a bunch of apes in a zoo enclosure.
“That’s enough!” I blew my whistle and the whole room fell silent. “Ya’ll ain’t got nothing to be cheering about. We had our asses handed to us out there.” Michaels released Campbell from a headlock and they both bowed their heads in disappointment along with the rest. “Now get the fuck out of my locker room and don’t bother coming back unless you find some talent.”
I wasn’t being serious of course, but I’ve found that tough love is always the best motivator. I swiped my hand through the air and motioned for everyone to get out of my sight. “I’m fucking through.”
After everyone had cleared out, I was cleaning myself up and dabbing the sweat from my face with a hand towel.
“Coach Sanders?”
“I said get the fuck—“ I froze in place when I saw her. Here I was, buck ass naked in front of the hottest cheerleader I’d ever seen. My thick brows furrowed in confusion. Who the hell was this chick?
“Who are you?”
“I’m Penny.” She extended her hand, expecting me to shake it when mine was still dripping in sweat, completely ignoring the fact that my junk was hanging out right in front of her.
“Uh, okay. So what are you doing in the men’s locker room, Penny?” But instead of answering she just smiled and tossed her hair, its long blonde curls falling over her perfect cleavage.
“I heard you’re looking for talent,” she said finally.
“How did you—“
“The girl’s locker is just on the other side of the wall, silly. We can hear pretty much everything you boys are saying.”
“Okay, so you want to join the cheerleading squad? This isn’t exactly the place.”
“I’m already on the cheerleading squad, silly! I’m talking about a different kind of talent. A special kind.”
By this point I was utterly perplexed. What the fuck was this chick doing here and why didn’t she care that I was completely naked? Or that my dick had grown nine inches since she’d been standing there?
“So what’s your tal—“
“Sucking cock.” Her tongu
e darted out to the corner of her mouth and swept a wet sheen of saliva over her crimson lips. I can’t remember the last time my dick was so hard.
“Come again?” She was fidgeting with something behind her back but I couldn’t tell what.
“I have to make you cum a first time before you can cum again, silly.” She brought the arm to her front, holding the black lace bra she had just taken out from under her shirt. She held it out to her side and let it fall to one of the benches.
Was this chick for real?
Even without the bra her red and white cheerleader shirt was held taut over her busty tits. Her hard, perky nipples stretched the fabric thin.
She sauntered toward me with slow, confident strides. Her cool sapphire eyes like whirlpools of blue held my gaze as she advanced. The frills of her miniskirt danced about her tan, slender legs as she moved. She walked with the grace of a goddess.
“So… can I?” She smiled at one side of her mouth, her perfect teeth glinting like white pearls behind her pillowy lips.
“Can you, uh, what?” I was speechless. I’m not normally the kind of guy to get rattled by a woman, but holy shit, this girl was mesmerizing. I pretended to look around the room to see if anyone else was still hanging around, but really I just needed to avert my eyes so I could think straight.
“Suck your cock, silly!” She giggled when she said it. Her laugh was cute and playful. It reminded me of my first college crush. But this girl was a thousand times hotter.
“I, uhh…” I couldn’t find any words. She came up so close to me that her tits brushed against my chest. She was so small standing next to me her head barely came up to my sternum. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” She crossed her arms over her chest and curled her pink manicured nails underneath her shirt. She lifted it up and off over her head and I watched in awe as her blond hair fell in wisps of silk over her gorgeous tits.
Her eyelashes fluttered with a seductive grace—I just couldn’t look away. Every impulse inside told me to get out, to run the fuck away before I did something I’d regret—or rather, let her do it to me. But my usual sound judgment was clouded by those soft, milky tits. I just wanted to hold them, to feel them and remember what youthful breasts felt like. I wanted to taste them.
“You can taste them if you want,” she said matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” She traced a slender finger over my hard, taut pecs glimmering in a sheen of sweat. With her permission given so plainly, I would have had to be a devout Buddhist not to give in to the temptation. Who the hell am I kidding… there isn’t a man alive who could resist an offer like that.
She gasped when I hooked around the small of her waist and pulled her in against the hardness of my chest. My mouth sealed around one areola and I sucked with wild passion. The taste of her was a sweetness unlike anything else. The finest dessert in all my memory couldn’t compare. My tongue swirled around her nipple and her head tilted back. I moved to the other and took in as much as would fit in my mouth, almost the entire breast.
She grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and leaned back, arching her back and moaning to the pleasure of my mouth while her wet tongue danced about her lips in apparent ecstasy.
God, what would it feel like to have those lips around my cock? I had to know.
One of her hands made its way down, her fingers grazing lightly over the toned muscles of my chest and carved ripples of my abdomen.
She flashed a devious smirk that made my cock twitch and dribble with precum. Her fingers wrapped gingerly around my stiff dick one at a time. My thick shaft made her whole hand look tiny in comparison.
She tugged at the base with gentle strokes and my whole brain clouded over with white noise. It felt so fucking good that I had to stop sucking her tits just so I could catch my breath.
“Feel good baby?” She caught me with those deep blue eyes again and a shiver ran up and down my spine. I could only grunt in response.
If one of those shitheads came into the locker room then I’d have probably murdered him.
She pressed the flat of her tongue against one bulging pectoral and circles my nipple. It wriggled its way down a meandering path over my torso and sleeked a trail of wet saliva, all the way down to my pubes.
She nuzzled her nose there and curled her tongue around my aching balls until they glistened with her spit.
I almost lost it when she smiled up at me, a bit of my precum clinging at the edge of her soft red lips. She licked the shaft in a straight line up to the tip and kissed there.
Her supple lips parted over the head of my rock hard dick and I could feel the hot, moist air spilling from her cavern.
“You’re awfully big, y’know,” she said, giggling. It wasn’t until hearing her words that I realized my ears were ringing. I could hardly see straight. “I wonder if I can even fit the whole thing down my throat.” Was this really happening? “I guess there’s only one way to find out…”
“Ungh!” My deep baritone moans echoed against the metal lockers and damp tile floor when my dick slipped inside her throat. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was heaven around my cock. She took the head into one side of her mouth and stretched her cheek with it, licking all around the throbbing shaft.
“Mmm…” She moaned at the taste of my precum and wanted more. She sucked and slurped on the head like a vacuum until my balls relinquished what she was after.
She reached around to grab my ass and bring me in closer. A thick string of spit drooled from her bottom lip and hung there. My ass clenched at the sudden tightness of her grip and my pelvis jutted forward. My dick slipped further into the depths of her throat—she had almost taken me all the way inside.
Her moans were punctuated by wet slurping sounds. She cupped my balls in one hand and massaged them while she worked to deepthroat my entire length. I could feel her gag reflex tightening around my cock. She was trying so desperately to get me all the way down.
I had never in all my years seen a chick with so much lust for cock. Not even in hardcore porn videos. But why the hell did she want my cock so badly?
Did it even fucking matter?
“Push me deeper,” she tried to say through gargles of spit. Her eyes were bloodshot, her dark mascara was running all over her blushed cheeks. She tapped my wrists and I knew what she meant.
My giant hands gripped tight around her tiny skull. Her esophagus was bulging with my cock already. I don’t know how she could even breathe with it lodged so deep inside her. But she wanted me to go even deeper. This girl wanted to take me all the way, so I was going to give it to her.
She looked up at me through those red, pleading eyes and gave a subtle nod. So I did it. I shoved my cock so deep down her throat that her nose was buried in my pubes.
She gagged and retched on my dick while thick spurts of saliva drooled from her lips and rolled down my balls. My eyes rolled back and her deep moans vibrated my cock. Her nails dug into the skin of my bare ass and she held me inside her esophagus as long as she could hold her breath.
It took less than a minute before I was at the edge. I wanted to cum so bad I thought one of my balls was going to burst. I didn’t even realize that my hands were squeezing her frail skull as tight as a vise. There was no way I’d be able to hold back the flood of cum that wanted to escape while her tongue was lapping at my balls.
I looked down at her and she caught the unmistakable gleam in my eyes that told her I was ready. It was her last chance to pull out before I shot my entire load down her throat. I loosened the grip to let her off but she pulled me in closer instead. She smiled at me with her eyes and let out a long, lustful moan.
I couldn’t believe it. She wanted me to.
And that was all the permission I needed. My balls ached and groaned for release and I simply let go.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. A sheet of black swept over my vision and I doubled over while my dick began its spasm in her throat. It throbbed with euphoric t
remors so intense my knees buckled. I had to catch myself on her shoulders just so I wouldn’t fall over while I came in her.
She bobbed her head and sucked me off until every last ounce of cum had been drained from my balls. There was absolutely nothing left in the tank by the time she was done with me. It was the most utterly mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
When I finally caught my breath and stood up, she slid off the end of my cock with one last suck and a smile. Her lips popped off and she kissed the end of my twitching head. It was so sensitive by that point I almost couldn’t take it.
“So what do you think, Coach? Do I have talent?”
“Holy fuck. You’re amaz—“
“Coach Sanders? Are you in here?” Fucking unbelievable, It was Campbell’s voice. “I lost my jersey.” Penny was already fixing her bra in a hurry.