Cheerleading coach pt 3
Coach fucked me on three separate ..
🕑 Added 2022-06-23 02:57:09 +0000 UTC
Cheerleading coach pt 3
Coach fucked me on three separate occasions the summer before my sophomore year in high schooI.
And I came very hard for him on each and every one of them. Loud enough in fact that I’m fairly certain the entire trailer park knew the cute little t33n in lot 432 was being railed by a man who could seriously bring the cock.
The biggest thing I learned that summer was that it takes a thick cock for me to cum vaginally. And I literally learned that lesson as my face was being aggressively pressed into the wall of my shower on that fateful June afternoon after cheer camp. To any onlooker, I’ll be the first to admit that it might have been somewhat difficult to discern whether or not the act being committed was consensuaI. Whatever it was that was happening in that cramped and steamy bathroom, it most certainly wasn’t love making. Coach was fucking me from behind like he’d paid for it, and -as inexperienced as I was- I was taken a bit back by it all. Briefly, at least. I had no fucking idea that something so seemingly one-sided and vioIent in its appearance could be so amazingly fucking pleasurable to the female. Coach was fucking me for no other reason than because he needed to nut, and I was nothing more to him than an almost fully-blossomed piece of very naïve and low-hanging fruit. And if my tight pussy was any indication, I was more than ripe for the taking.
Not wanting to have his pleasure over so quickly, Coach would take short intermittent breaks to re-take control of his rapidly impending climax. And these short breaks gave me just enough time to completely catch my breath for his next onslaught. In all honesty, part of me wanted to get Coach off and have the whole thing be over. I conclusively knew in my head that I was being used by a married man with no intention whatsoever of ever buying me a dozen red roses or taking me to the movies, and I was also dreadfully frightened at the prospect of him announcing his conquest to the world - having no idea at that time whatsoever what a prosecutable and career-ending act Coach was in the process of committing. And on top of my shame and paranoia, I was highly cognizant of the fact that Coach’s thick penis was having the time of its life inside my bare and very fertiIe t33n cunt. While he may not have been focused on that particular risk, I most certainly was.
But then, without notice, he would begin to plunder my tight little intimate parts again. And with that, every last negative thought and concern floating around inside my pretty little head would be instantly silenced by the rhythmic sensations of fullness that only a female who’s been penetrated by a larger man is truly capable of understanding.
And while my college friend from the B Dalton bookstore at the mall had taken the trophy that is my virg!inity, he was by no means as endowed as Coach. In fact, one of my favorite things to do with him in the stockroom would be to have him bend me over a stack of boxes and fuck me from behind while I played with myself. But that afternoon in the shower, my cIit was absolutely inaccessible. So incredibly thick was his erect shaft that it had drawn my cIit upward and into direct contact with its massiveness. With each stroke of his impressive manhood (both the insertion and the extraction), the tip of it would glide effortlessly along his sensitive underside – undoubtedly sending shockwaves through the most primal parts of each of our brains.
I remember Coach finally relenting on that first occasion, announcing that he was incapable of holding himself for an even an instant longer. I had literally came twice in what was probably a 15 minute coupling at most, and I was excited at the prospect of returning the favor. But as I attempted to push my lover away so that I could drop to my knees and let him finish in my mouth, he was having none of it. He simply held me by my hips and emptied every last drop inside of me. And that was the moment that I exploded in my most intense and unexpected orgasm of the afternoon.
The aftermath of what happened in the shower that day is almost a story unto itself. I may actually have to write about it, in fact. But one thing is for certain – I’ve been absolutely addicted to thick cocks and pregn@ncy risk ever since that summer afternoon.
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