Dirty Coach

4 Days Earlier - Part II

Chris

I make the excuse of a long day out on the field with the boys, and head to bed. I debate m**********g; my c**k is still hard from watching Megan bounce around the backyard all night. She would sometimes huff out a laugh that would turn into a snort, making her blush with embarrassment, and f**k me, if that didn't get me hard too. I decide against rubbing one out. I know I’d think about her while I did it, and that wouldn't help the urge I was struggling to keep away. I’ll just go without as a little self-punishment. Stripping out of my clothes, I climb into bed, letting images of a curvy blonde play through my mind as I slowly drift off.

It’s not long after when I hear a click, and my eyes pop open, unsure of what the noise was. I wait a second, and when I don’t hear anything else, I start to drift back off.

Moments later, I feel the blanket shift, and my eyes fly open. I see Megan standing beside the bed, her hand creeping under the bedclothes.

Reaching out, I grab her wrist, pulling her close to me. A gasp escapes her lips, and she’s probably shocked by my fast movement. My heart starts racing, but I want to be quiet so her parents don’t hear us.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, looking over to the door. I see that it’s locked. Megan must have flipped the lock when she snuck in. Her parents are just down the hall, and they could hear us if we’re too loud.

She leans in and whispers just as quietly into my ear. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe...”

Her words trail off, but I feel her hand run across my naked chest and down my stomach. It’s then I realize where her hand is headed, and I’m not wearing any underwear. I like to sleep naked in the summer, and I’m thinking that wasn’t the best decision with her in the house, but my c**k has been hard all night, pressed against my pants, and I’d wanted to let it breathe.

“You need to go back to your room,” I say through gritted teeth, but I don’t let go of her wrist or push her away. I look down and see she’s wearing an oversized t-shirt with the neck cut out, so it hangs off one shoulder, exposing her collarbone to me. I’m so f*****g hard at being this close to her, seeing her skin, and smelling her sweetness. I breathe deeply and I catch a hint of something more, something that smells like desire. I close my eyes tightly and try to be strong. “Leave, Megan, or you’ll be sorry you stayed.”

Her hand pushes forward under the covers, and I feel her fingertips touch my d**k. c*m starts to seep out of the tip at this slight touch, and I have to hold it back to keep from cumming.

“Megan,” I warn, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she leans closer to me, putting her neck against my mouth and grabbing my c**k under the covers. I moan at the sensation, but lean back to try to break free. As I do, she puts a knee on the bed, making her t-shirt rise, and opens herself to me. I can smell her p***y, and my mouth starts to water. Her juices must be coating her legs, and I look down, seeing her teenage cunt open and ready, begging to be taken.

“Please, Coach Burns. I need this. I know you want me. I want this too.” She pauses for a minute, as if she’s looking for the right words. “I want to get off, and get you off too.”

I look into her eyes, and scoot back in the bed. I’ve never been tempted like this before, and goddamn do I want to sink inside her. I look to the door, double checking that it’s locked, and think it over. I could do this. I can just get her off and she can leave. I’ll jerk off about a dozen times after, but I can make this quick. It’s the only way to get her to go, and we don’t want to be caught.I’ll do this for her and she’ll go, I lie to myself. “Fine. But you’ll be quiet. I don’t want your parents finding out. And this stays between us, right?” I look into her eyes. They’re finally free of her glasses and look so much bigger and brighter now.

“I promise not to tell.” She puts her other leg on the bed, and gets in, lying down beside me. I pull the covers back, exposing my naked body, and she pulls up the hem of her t-shirt, showing me her wet cunt. “You can take me if you want to. That can be our little secret too.”

“Fuck.” Her words make more c*m leak out of me, and all I can imagine is dumping a load inside her young p***y. I want to wear her cunt out and make her remember who's been there. I have this urge to mark her like she’s mine, but I know I have to hold myself back. She might be eighteen and legal, but I still work at the school she goes to, and her father is a good friend to me. “I’m getting you off. That’s it.” I shoot her a hard look so she knows that’s all we’ll be doing.

Megan bites her lip and nods her head, reaching down between her legs, spreading her swollen lips open for me. She’s baiting me. Her c**t is soaked with her sticky cream, and I move to get between her thighs, my mouth watering. Before I put my mouth on her I look up into her eyes. “Our secret, right?”

She nods her head, and I latch onto her cunt, sucking up her sweetness and eating her out. She starts to moan, and I reach up, putting a hand over her mouth. She puts her hands over mine to help muffle her cries as I drink down her juices, licking inside her cunt to get it all. I want every last drop of her. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and the more I eat her, the harder I get. I’m humping the sheets, trying to find relief, but the more I taste, the more I want.

While sucking her c**t, I brace her thigh open with one hand, still holding the other over her mouth. It doesn’t take me long before she starts to grind against my face, her back bowing off the bed. I feel her c*m against me, and like an animal I want more. I pull back and lick my lips. “Another.” I whisper, and go back to sucking on her cunt. I want to see her c*m again.

She gives me another orgasm moments later, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m on top of her, the tip of my c**k at her opening. I wonder if that Croy fucker has ever seen her like this before. The thought almost sends me over the edge. She’s been so forward with me that I can’t imagine her lacking for male attention.

I’ve become possessed by the need to mark her as mine so that no one else can ever touch her again. I want her for me and me alone from this day forward. I’m beyond caring that she’s off limits. I need to f**k her. Now.

“You're going to take me inside.” I mean it as a question, but it comes out more like a statement. I can’t seem to get myself under control with her.

“Yes, Coach. I need you.” She pushes her hips up a little, inviting me in.

I lean down and kiss her full lips, letting her sticky juice slide between our tongues. She moans at her flavor. Knowing the taste of her own p***y turns her on. It turns me on too. I thrust hard inside her, giving us both what we want, and as soon as I plunge all the way inside her, I pull back to look at her, my eyes wide. I felt a barrier break as I thrust in, and it hits me.

“Goddamn it, Megan. You’re a virgin?”

Red blossoms on her cheeks, and she nods her head slightly. I can see little tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, and it nearly breaks my heart.

“Oh God, baby, don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” I feel like an asshole. I should have been gentler. I never thought she could be a virgin with the way she’s been acting, but knowing I’m the only man to have been inside her makes me almost c*m on the spot.

I lean down and kiss her cheeks, holding her to me, trying to comfort her and doing my best to keep myself from embarrassing myself by unloading all my c*m into her. f**k, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m balls-deep in untouched p***y, and I can’t make myself pull out. She’s squeezing me tighter than anything I’ve ever felt, and all I can think about is f*****g her hard and deep to try to break her in.

I look into her eyes, and she gives me a little smile. “You want me to pull out, baby? This should’ve been better for you. We shouldn’t be doing it like this.”

Her eyes get big, and she shakes her head. “Please don’t stop. I want this. I want you. Don’t you feel it?” She puts her hand on my heart, and I know what she means. The connection between us is real.

“You’re not on any birth control, are you?” I can’t believe I didn’t remember to put on a condom, something I'd never done in my whole life. f**k, she has me twisted.

She has the decency to blush again, and shakes her head.

“Fuck.” My d**k twitches at that answer, the image of her, swollen with my child, fills my mind. The sudden urge to breed her and make her mine drives me crazy. Everyone would know without a doubt that she belongs to me. But I think better of it and decide not to c*m in her. “Fine. I’ll f**k you, but I’ll pull out.”

“I want you inside me. All of you,” she pleads, and I’m not sure she knows what she’s asking for.

“No,” is all I say in response, because it’s all Ican say. If we keep talking about me cumming in her virgin p***y, this is going to be over before it starts.

I pull out a little and push back in, letting her feel how much I want it. She tilts her hips up, inviting me inside her tight body, and when I thrust hard, I feel myself hit her cervix. If I push up against that and c*m, I know she’ll get pregnant. Cumming right inside her would breed her instantly.

That thought makes me c*m inside her a little, and I feel my seed spreading against her virgin walls, making the thought of pulling out that much harder.

Her p***y clenches me so tightly, and I reach down to rub her hard c**t, wanting to pull another orgasm from her body. It only takes a few strokes of my thumb and a couple of thrusts from my raw c**k before her cunt is singing for me. She squeezes me harder, and I feel a flood of cunt juice run down my balls.

“Goddamn it. I’m gonna cum.” I go to pull out, but her legs lock around my ass and pull me further into her. I could probably break free if I tried, but I don’t want to. I want to c*m in her bare cunt. “Megan, I could get you pregnant.”

She moans and pushes me deeper inside her.

“Fuck.” Shoving my face in her neck, I thrust hard, pulling her hips against me with both hands, and I feel the tip of my c**k nudge her cervix again. I close my eyes and empty into her.

“You’re mine now,” I say, feeling her nod against me.

I still can't believe that was only Saturday. She passed out before I even pulled myself from her body, so I had to carry her back to her room. I hated leaving her, but what choice did we really have? I cleaned between her legs before returning to my own room, where I stared down at the bed. Her virgin blood and my c*m were mixed together on the sheet. I pulled it from the bed and folded it up, hiding it away in my dresser. What I really wanted was to hang it out the window for all the world to see. It now made sense when I heard tales of kings hanging sheets smeared with their virgin bride’s blood out for all to see.

Glancing over at the clock, I see it’s 1 a.m., and she’s fast asleep on top of me. I came in here to talk to her, but seeing her sleeping like that got the better of me. We both have to be up early for school, and I know I need to talk to her, reassure her of what’s happening here. I’ve been avoiding and ignoring her as best I can.

Sunday, I spent the day with her father, but she came into the room, and I could tell she wanted to talk, so I stuck close to Phil. Once school started back on Monday, I had to pass her in the hall, and it was the worst feeling in the world. Wanting to reach out and grab her, but knowing I couldn’t, and it’s why I’ve been staying away. Tuesday and today were the same, not being able to talk to her or touch her drove me to the edge of insanity. It’s somewhat easier to show no expression, but clearly that was hard on her. I started locking my bedroom door to keep my distance, but every night I waited for her to break in. I’m moving out Friday since my place is finally ready, and I’m sure that’s probably freaking her out too.

When I heard her on the phone tonight, it got the best of me, and I needed to feel her again. Remind myself of what we have, and remind her body that I own it. I just have to.