Coach Long

by K. Webster

  She wiggles out of her clothes and I practically rip mine off. Once I’m naked, I reach into the end table and snag a condom.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you,” I admit, my voice gravelly with lust. “You’re a sexy distraction. A motherfucking tease.”

  “And you’re so hot, I practically came right there on the football field just from looking at you,” she says with a cute giggle. “I daydreamed about you for the rest of the day.”

  I stroke my cock and roll the rubber along my thickness. “Did you show me your tits on purpose, Emo?”

  She bites her lip and nods. “I took my bra off in the bathroom before I went into your classroom.”

  I climb over her tiny body and tease her wet cunt with the tip of my sheathed cock. “So you were after this big dick from the get-go. So fucking naughty.” I press the tip into her and I’m immediately met with resistance. I always knew my cock was massive but I’ve never been with such a small girl before. She’s tighter than Julie’s ass ever was. Knowing this will hurt her, I attempt to distract her with a kiss. Her legs lock around my hips as I devour her.

  With the patience of a saint, I ease into her restrictive channel. When I said I’d tear her pussy up, I wasn’t joking. Our bodies aren’t compatible and yet I’m still trying to fit my cock inside of her.

  “You’re so big,” she breathes out, a slight quake to her voice.

  “And you’re so little.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Now shut up and take my cock.”

  She giggles and slaps my sides. “Bully.”

  “Brat.”

  I push the rest of the way into her and she breathes heavily.

  “This okay?” I ask, my cock throbbing from the intensity of being inside her.

  “I think so.”

  “I’ll go slow.”

  I begin rocking into her at a torturous pace. Her little moans of pleasure are my undoing. This little vixen of a girl is mine. Now that I’ve buried my cock in her tight cunt, I’m ruined for all other women. She’s the only one I’ll ever crave. No pussy will ever be as perfect.

  “Everett,” she whimpers, her fingernails damn near drawing blood from my shoulders.

  “I know. Your sweet body will get used to me eventually,” I murmur and nuzzle her nose with mine. “We’ll condition your pretty pussy just like we condition your body on the track. Lots of practice.”

  Her breathing becomes ragged and she stiffens beneath me. I’ve barely been inside her but she’s about to explode. I grunt and buck into her a little faster. The moment she orgasms, I know I’ll come harder than I ever have. Her pussy is so damn receptive. It practically devoured my fingers only moments before.

  “Ahhhh!” she cries out and arches her back.

  Her hot body clenches so hard around my cock that I have no control. I blow my load with a shocked gasp. I feel fifteen again, getting laid for the first time. Motherfucking bliss. My eyes roll back as I drain out my release. Her entire body spasms with pleasure. So damn beautiful. I feel like a goddamned king and she’s my treasure. The key to my kingdom.

  “Oh, River,” I groan against her lips. “That was the best sex of my life.”

  She gives me a small chuckle and plays with my hair. Her body starts to relax. Now that my dick is softening, I’m able to slip easily out of her. “I can agree with you on that one. That was amazing.”

  The condom is still on my dick, and I need to clean us both up, but I’m selfish for another moment with her. I kiss her softly, gentle even.

  “Now what?” she asks.

  I nip at her bottom lip. “Now you go to sleep like a good little girl. You have school in the morning. Friday is test day and you better pass or else.”

  She scoffs and I laugh.

  “Bully,” she mumbles.

  I pinch her tiny nipple until she squeals. “Brat.”

  I fidget in my seat. My body is thoroughly fucked and sore from last night. Everett, despite my begging, didn’t put his cock inside of me this morning. He was right. I could barely handle it just once.

  “You okay, Miss Banks?” his deep throaty voice is coming from behind me.

  I look over my shoulder at him. Today he’s incredibly hot, wearing a gray mascot T-shirt that’s practically painted on his body and a pair of black basketball shorts. I’d nearly humped his leg when he came waltzing into the kitchen while I was making us a quick omelet this morning. And now, my panties are already wet, as dirty thoughts of him fucking me on his desk run rampant in my mind.

  His jaw clenches and to another student, he would appear angry. Me, though, I see past the exterior and notice the hunger blazing in his brown eyes. Five bucks says he’s hard under his desk.

  “Actually,” I say as I slide out of my seat, “I need your help.”

  He narrows his eyes and his features seem to darken with lust as I slap my paper on his desk before bending over to give him another unobstructed view into my shirt. Of course I’m not wearing a bra because I like seeing the way his nostrils flare as he boldly checks out my tits. When he picked me up yesterday from school, I made sure to pack my stuff to sleep over. My parents bought the story that I was staying with Olivia. I’d wanted him and I was going to have him. And I did. God, he was so much better than I imagined.

  “What do you need help with?” His voice is raw and husky.

  The other kids in the class are working diligently on their papers and don’t seem to notice or care about our exchange.

  “Everything,” I tell him and bite my bottom lip.

  “Stop,” he mouths at me, the muscle in his neck ticking.

  “I don’t want to,” I murmur.

  He stands up so quickly, I squeak. “Out of my classroom,” he snaps. “We’ll discuss this in the hallway.”

  His words are harsh and then he stalks out of the room.

  “He hates you, Stripper,” one of the catty girls named Lacy, who’s friends with Olivia, snarls.

  I ignore her and strut through the room. My confidence is rebooted when I hear some boy say, “God, what I wouldn’t give to tap that.” Once outside the classroom with the door closed behind me, I find Everett pacing with his hands on his hips.

  “Are you trying to get detention?” he snaps, his gaze raking crudely over my chest.

  I bite my lip and shake my head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  He lowers his voice and steps close to me. “Not yet, baby. But after school you’re going to suck my aching cock to make up for this fucking boner you gave me.”

  My gaze darts past him but nobody is in the hallway with us. “I don’t think I can fit it in my mouth.”

  He glowers at me. “You’re going to fucking try, Emo. I don’t care if you have to dislocate your jaw to do it. You’re going to put my dick in your pretty mouth.”

  I rub my thighs together because every mean word that comes out of his mouth turns me on. “I don’t want to. You can’t make me,” I challenge, my pussy throbbing with need.

  A door creaks open from behind him. “Detention,” he practically yells in my face. Whoever joined us in the hall snorts.

  “Fuck off,” I holler and shoot the bird at the spectator.

  “That’s it,” he snaps. “Detention after school and all next week too. Now get back to class before I call your parents.”

  I know he’s bluffing, and it’s all for the benefit of the kid in the hallway, but it still irks me that he had to bring my parents into this.

  “Whatever,” I hiss and stalk back to the classroom.

  “That mouth is going to get you into so much trouble,” he calls out after me.

  “This office is cold,” I complain as I sit in the chair across from his desk. Instead of letting me carry out detention in his regular classroom, he said he had things he needed to work on in his gym office. I’d really expected to give him a blow job but he’s actually working like he said. After ten minutes of boredom, I let myself out to use the bathroom and to change into my running clothes. I’m jus
t lacing up my shoes when Olivia rounds the corner.

  “Why are you in here?” she asks as she runs her fingers through her smooth brown hair.

  “Detention,” I say with a groan. “Why are you in the boys’ locker room?”

  “I was talking to Caleb before he left. So, detention, huh? With Coach Long?”

  “Yep. All week.”

  She regards me curiously. We’re not exactly chummy yet. “Caleb invited me to a party at his house next Friday. I didn’t want it to seem like a date. I mean, I like him okay but he’s not really my type. I wanted to see if you would come with me. Maybe you could even sleep over at my house.”

  “I think that would be fun,” I tell her with a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

  Relief flashes in her green eyes. “Cool.” She looks over her shoulder and then whispers. “Are you totally crushing over Coach?”

  I tense and stare at her, wide-eyed. “N-No. What d-do you mean?”

  She laughs and playfully swats me. “Your face gives it away. But don’t worry. Every girl in this school has had naughty thoughts about him. One time, he wore some fitted shorts and I swear you could see the outline of his cock through them. My friend Lacy took a picture and made it her screensaver on her phone.”

  A flare of jealousy surges through me. I’ll have to find that stupid girl and take care of that little problem on her phone. His cock is mine now.

  Of course I can’t exactly say that.

  “He’s okay,” I lie. “But he’s kind of an asshole.”

  She snorts. “Kind of? He’s such a douchebag ever since his fiancée left him.” Then, she shudders. “For Mr. Polk, of all people.”

  It pains me to know that Mr. Polk is the cause of Everett’s broken engagement. Mr. Polk is a perverted man who made me feel dirty, especially when he spanked me like a child. The fact that any woman would willingly choose Mr. Polk over Everett is beyond me.

  “I didn’t sleep with Mr. Polk,” she says with her chin lifted. “I know you probably pegged me for the school skank but I held my ground. Lacy had sex with him a few weeks ago before school started back up. She said she’d ran into him at the mall. He’d been shopping for jewelry for his girlfriend and asked for her help. They ended up fucking in a dressing room at Dillard’s. Poor Lacy thinks they had a shot. She still refuses to tell the authorities or any teachers about it. It makes you wonder how many other girls he’s slept with aside from the ones who came forward though. I wonder if there are more girls who haven’t said anything to the cops.”

  My face sours at having to talk about him. “I didn’t think you had sex with him. At least not willingly. He’s gross.”

  She leans forward and whispers into my ear. “This is weird but I kind of fantasized about him forcing me. Like, I didn’t want to have sex with him but I was turned on by the idea of it.” She gasps and then groans. “Sorry. TMI. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  “Everyone is into different things,” I tell her, my lips twitching with a teasing smile. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll fall head over heels in love with Caleb and he can come tie you up you in the middle of the night.”

  We both giggle.

  “Well, when you put it that way,” she says breathlessly, “it’s kind of hot. Do you think Caleb could be kinky? He seems so nice.”

  I want to tell her that I don’t see him being kinky at all, but he’s a nice guy and a friend. I’ll let them figure it out. “Maybe. He seems like a good listener. I bet he’d be willing to give it a go with someone like you.”

  She blushes. “Someone like me?”

  I point at her porn star tits. “For one, you’ve got a rack I would positively kill for. Like full on murdering River. One day, I’ll save up some money and buy some just like ‘em. I’ll drag you in there with me and tell the surgeon, ‘These. I want these exact tits.’”

  We both lose ourselves to a fit of giggles.

  “And second, you’re popular and sweet,” I assure her. “Everyone likes you. Even me, and I don’t like many people.”

  “You’re pretty awesome,” she says. “And if we’re being honest, I’d love to have your unabashed confidence. You wear a perpetual ‘fuck you all’ look and it’s amazing. I wish I didn’t care so much. My dad is…”

  “An asshole?” I quip. “So is mine.”

  She beams. “Daddy issues.”

  You have no idea, Olivia.

  “Definitely,” I agree and then frown. “My dad is in insurance and he’s obsessed with making a name for himself. Mom pretends I don’t exist so her country club friends won’t see what a fuck up I am.”

  “Well my dad is a judge and is always on me and my sister’s cases. My mom died when we were little, so he tries to be both parents.” She curls her lip up. “He sucks at it. Oh my God, you should have seen him when I started my period. I thought he was going to burn me at the stake rather than have to go out with me to buy tampons.”

  “Emo!” Coach hollers from his office. “This is detention, not an episode of Gossip Girls. Get your tail back in this chair before I start adding on days.”

  I groan and Olivia sniggers. She leans in to hug me. It’s nice. Having a girlfriend is something new for me. Girls don’t typically like me for some reason.

  “I think you should put the moves on him,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Coach wants you bad.”

  I stiffen and argue. “No. He doesn’t want me. Coach hates me.”

  “Sure, River. Keep telling yourself that. Just know that I won’t tell anyone if you get with him. Your secret is safe with me.”

  She releases me and bounds out of the bathroom.

  “Rowe,” Coach bellows. “Get out of here before I give you detention too.”

  “Sorry Coach!” she hollers, before racing out of the locker room.

  When I make it back to his office, he’s sitting on the edge of his desk wearing a smirk. His dark hair on top of his head is slightly tousled from a long day and I want to run my fingers through it. My eyes travel down his sculpted chest before landing on his cock. It bulges clear as day through his shorts.

  “Lacy has a picture of your cock,” I tell him with a raised eyebrow.

  I can tell I’ve derailed him for a moment because his brows scrunch together. “What?”

  “Apparently Olivia’s friend Lacy took a picture of your dick. It’s a nice dick. I can see the appeal. I’m jealous it’s her screensaver on her phone though,” I say and give him an exaggerated wink. “Maybe I can get a picture without all the lame clothes covering it.”

  He strides toward me. The door is wide open but he stalks me anyway, the expression on his face promising he’s about to devour me. His palm slides to my throat and he pins me to the wall beside the open doorway. “You fuck my head up with your sassy little words and your fine as hell body. Are you trying to get me fired, Emo?”

  “It’s true,” I retort and meet his smoldering gaze. “Your cock is a fan fave here at Brown.”

  He rolls his eyes but then leans against me so I can feel the dick the whole school seems to talk about. “Are you a fan?”

  “I’d vote for it in a pretty penis competition,” I tease and tug at the whistle around his neck.

  He snorts and brushes his nose against mine. “My cock is scary. Not fucking pretty.”

  I lift my leg and wrap it around his thigh so he’ll rub against me where I really need him. My panties are drenched with desire. “You can pull him out and I can see for myself if he’s scary or not.”

  He glances past me through the doorway before attacking my mouth with his. I moan against his full lips when he grips my ass to lift me. His scary cock grinds against me in a way that has me on fire.

  “More,” I beg. His teeth tear at my lips and he bites my chin, all the while thrusting against me. “More.”

  “Was your cunt wet all day for me, baby?”

  “Yessss.”

  “I jerked off during my planning period because you had m
e so hard up for you,” he grumbles. “I came all over your desk. If you were there, I would have made you lick it all up. I’d almost called you out of class to do just that. Would you have licked my cum off that dirty desk?”

  “Yesss,” I moan. “I would have licked every drop.”

  “Such a naughty girl,” he groans and his teeth dig into my throat. “I want to punish you for being so bad.”

  “I deserve it,” I breathe. Deep down, I hope he doesn’t spank me with a ruler because that’ll make me think of sick Mr. Polk. Gross.

  “Damn right, you fucking deserve it,” he snarls. His hand cups my breast through my sports bra and he pinches my nipple. “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, please,” I beg.

  He sets me to my feet and steps away from me. I nearly collapse with uncontrollable want. “Take your shorts and panties off. Then I want you to sit on my desk.”

  I kick off my tennis shoes and push down my clothes as he closes the door behind him. He sits in his chair and motions for me to sit on the edge in front of him.

  “Put your feet on the arm rests.” Once I’m situated, he leans forward and pinches my clit. “Look what a good girl you’re being now.”

  I bite my lip and plead with my eyes for him to do something. Anything. He rubs his hard cock through his shorts and smirks at me. That smirk sets my soul on fire every time.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, batting my lashes at him.

  A devious grin spreads across his face. “Go fuck yourself, Emo.”

  It takes everything in me not to drag her off the desk and into my lap so I can impale her with my cock. But watching her squirm is so much more fun. Her eyes widen for a brief moment at my words. Then, understanding washes over her.

  “You’re not going to fuck me?”

  “Bad girls don’t get fucked. They fuck themselves.”

  Her lips pout into a cute frown. “Like finger myself?”

  “You’re not allowed to use your hands. Or me. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want afterwards.”

  She narrows her gaze as she considers my words. Then, she leans forward and crooks her finger at me. I sit up in my chair and bring my body dangerously close to her glistening pussy. I’m about to repeat myself when she grabs the whistle around my neck and draws it toward her. I have to brace my hands on either side of her ass to keep from planting face first on her delicious cunt. Her eyes are wild with lust as she rubs my brass whistle along her clit. The little ball clinks inside as she teases her pussy with it.