Claudette came to our swim team, from Montreal, which was reputable for producing quality athletes. She was no exception. A spirited 16 year old, French-Canadian teen, who had a zest for competition, and winning races. Claudette was one of those swimmers who needed no encouragement. She always had her ‘game face’ on, when it came to races.
She was fun to coach. There was no problem getting Claudette to give 110% effort.
She was short, and quite broad in the shoulders, as a lot of high calibre female swimmers are. She had green eyes and dirty blonde hair that bleached very blonde from the chlorine in the swimming pools. If she was not a swimmer, you could call her petite, but all the hard work in the pool, made her very muscular. Her body was closer to that of a female bodybuilder. Claudette was a striking teenager, physically and she had the bubbly personality to match. Most of the boys, her age didn’t pay much attention to her, because she had braces and had to wear head gear, a lot of the time, after school.
That would probably not be the case after she got her braces off, she was going to be a real cutie with a smile to match.
Most Friday evenings, we finished the swim workouts with timed sprints, at near race speeds. It was a fun way to wrap up the week of what was often a lot of lap after lap, meter after meter, of swimming.
I was just finished jotting down times of the last six swimmers, when I saw Claudette limping across the pool deck, towards me.
“What’s wrong with your leg, Claudette?” I asked, with a concerned voice. “You’re not wimping out on me are you?” I joked.
“I hurt my leg, coach!” Claudette complained sincerely, with a tone of pain in her voice. “It was on the last breaststroke sprint.”
“Okay, have a seat, Claude, and I’ll check it out, for you in a minute.” I used her nickname, to try and let her know I was concerned about her, while I made sure all the other swimmers, had their times recorded.
Within about five minutes most of the swimmers had made their way into the showers, and I turned around to see how Claudette was doing.
She was rubbing her quadriceps and inner thigh, while wincing in pain. Her face was wet from her tears
“What’s wrong hun?” I consoled, while I surveyed the area that she was rubbing.
“I don’t know coach. I was finishing the sprint when I just felt a pop
in my leg, then it got really sore!” Claudette explained with a pouty expression.
“Okay Claudette, can you point to where it hurts the most?” I instructed, professionally.
Claudette shyly pointed to her inner thigh, as I watched.
“Does it hurt to touch?” I asked.
“Yeah, it hurts
, Coach!” Claudette responded, slightly blushing.
“Okay, Claudette, possibly, you might have a groin strain, or pulled muscle,” I remarked. “You should go see a massage therapist, or physio, as soon as you can.”
“But it really hurts!” Claudette complained earnestly. “Can’t you
do anything about it?”
“Ahh, ehm, well I could, Claudette but it’d take about a half hour, and I’m a little pressed for time,” I answered. “Plus your mom is going to wonder, why you are late getting home!”
Sure part of me, thought the idea of massaging Claudette’s inner thigh, was enticing, but it was only a passing thought. Not something that I would act on, or would I?
“Pleeeeeeeeeease!” Claudette begged, tears were welling in her eyes again. “I can phone my mom, and tell her I’ll be late.” She added. “Please, it really
The look of pain on her face weakened my will to say no.
I paused for a moment. This was going to be very awkward. The pool was emptying out, though. Maybe I could use the first aid room
, I thought to myself. At least we would be in an area that was not highly visible.
“Okay Claudette, go get changed, and meet me in the first aid room, over by the swirl pool.”
“Thank’s coach!” Claudette smiled. She got up and limped over to the pool shower area.
I gathered up my stop watch and gear, and placed them in my back pack. I unlocked the first aid room, and made some more notes, in my coach’s log book, while waiting for Claudette. My mind wandered again to forbidden thoughts. I forcibly dismissed them, from my mind, and tried to jot down a few more notes.
A soft knock, on the open door announced Claudette’s arrival. She appeared to have rushed out of the changing room. Her long blonde hair was still wet. She smiled shyly, and put her swim bag on the floor.
First I noticed, Claudette’s smooth muscular tummy, below her pink mid drift t-shirt, then I noticed, that she was wearing low cut jeans. I pondered this for a moment. She was a sight for my weakening professionalism. Lecherous ideas crept into my mind. STOP thinking like this
, I said to myself, trying to force my sexual desire from taking control. This is one of my swimmers!
“Ummm Claudette, I can’t really do anything, with your jeans on, do you have shorts or something?” I asked. “Or else, you could just go to a physiotherapist, on Monday.”
I was half encouraging her to go, partly because I was embarrassed, and partly because this might look bad to someone who did not know the circumstances of Claudette’s injury.
“Pleeeeeeease, Coach” She pleaded. Claudette paused for a moment, and said, “Here, I can take them off.”
My mind salivated at the thought of Claudette stripping off her jeans, in front of me!
Claudette started un buttoning her jeans, and got the fly down to the crotch of her panties, when she looked up at me. I was staring glassy-eyed at her semi-sheer pink panties, and the crease of her vulva outlined in the fabric.
I gasped involuntarily. A sudden, savage hard on tried to rip itself through my clothing!
“Coach?” Claudette puzzled, looking at me while cocking her head to one side.
A simple smile, with the braces peeking between her lips, made Claudette appear much younger, than she was, at that moment.
“Okay, okay, okay!” I said. “Lay down on the bed here,” I pointed to the first aid bed, and the grey flannel blanket.
Claudette laid down on top of the blanket. She bent her knees, raising her butt up, wrestling the tight jeans down around her ankles.
My eyes were glued to her panties and the faint line of her ass crack, as she lifted her legs up, to kick away her pants.
My cock twinged, and my heart raced, the carnal thoughts took hold, in my mind. The heat of my meaty shaft pulsing against my leg, was making it hard to concentrate.
The thought of meeting friends later for drinks that night, was no longer a priority. My body walked over to the door, and latched the deadbolt. My mind deviated to sexual places.
I slid my hand up onto her right knee, “Tell me where you feel anything, at all, okay Claudette?” I instructed, as I palpitated her quadriceps gently, sensually moving slowly up from the knee. My eyes were glued to her pubic mound and the puffy camel-toe, outlined so perfectly under Claudette’s nearly sheer panties.
“Anything?” I asked, looking at her face for any reaction, any hint of trepidation.
“No, just a little sore.” She responded. “That’s not
where it hurts!”
I started palpitating her inner thigh, sensually moving up from the knee. As I got closer to the groin muscle I slowed down, looking for any reaction in Claudette’s face, before proceeding up further.
I was almost right up into the top of her inner thigh, when Claudette grabbed my left arm, (which was resting on the bed) nearly crushing it!
“Owwwwwww!” She yelped, grimacing in pain. “That’s where it hurts!”
I wasn’t purposefully thinking of anything sexual, at that moment, even though my fingers were right at the edge of Claudette’s panties and crotch. I just wanted to reduce her pain, if I could. My eyes betrayed me though, visually scanning upwards further, through her nearly sheer pink panties to the outline of dark patch of pubic hair shaved in the shape of a landing strip. Claudette’s hip bones raised the elastic of the panties’ waistband, creating a gap between her lower abdomen and the thin fabric. The panties tented up slightly because of her lovely pubic mound. God! I’d love to look down the gap in her panties, to see if I could get a glance at her tender pussy!
Devilish thoughts were dominating my mind now!
“Okay Claudette, I’m sorry!” I reassured her, not wanting to cause any pain. “It looks like you might have a bit of a groin pull here. I can try massaging it for you, but it is going to feel worse, before it feels better!” I advised her. “Do you want me to try and get it out?” I asked.
I shifted my position from beside the foot of the bed, to beside Claudette. My eyes followed the skin of her firm abdomen, down her hips, and spied under the waistband of her panties. The round sides of her smooth delicious pubic mound were clearly visible, along with a wisp or two of fine pubic hair. How amazing it would be, to trace my fingers down across her pubis, and into the cleft of her camel-toe, down into her wet little pussy!
I thought, to myself, as my mind succumbed to my increasing lasciviousness.
Claudette nodded at me, still clutching my arm.
I palpitated the inner thigh, finding the ball shaped outline of the knot in the groin muscle. Claudette clutched my left arm. I purposefully let my thumb drift out to gently rub at the cleft in Claudette’s panties, with each massage of her groin muscle.
I began massaging and trying to work the muscle knot. Claudette was very brave, but dug her finger nails into my left arm, as my right hand worked on her inner thigh. My thumb was pushing more heavily into the fabric of her panties.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not wanting to hurt Claudette, beyond her tolerance level. I also wanted to sense, of there was any hesitation, on her part.
She just nodded, and kept clutching my arm.
I could feel the knot in her muscle actually releasing, as I massaged it quite deeply. After a little while Claudette’s nails stopped digging into my left arm, and I was satisfied that the knot had been worked out sufficiently. There was a noticeable wet stain, on the center of her panties, where my thumb had been continually rubbing.
“Okay, Claude,” I noted. “It looks like you’re cured, but we’ll have to put some ice on it!”
“Do I have to?” Claudette whimpered, and pouted a cute frown.
I fumbled with the instant ice pack, I found in the first aid supplies, smacking it and shaking it, to activate the chemicals. I’d like to put something in Claudette’s groin, and it wasn’t ice!
I thought, aware of the constant aching hard-on dwelling in my track pants.
“Here you go, AND you know where to put it!” I smiled, happy that we had released some of the groin pull, but also comically knowing how cold that the ice pack was going to be for Claudette! I handed the ice pack to her, and smiled suggestively.
Claudette pushed the pack between her thighs. “OHHHH that is, it’s cold, coach!” she whined.
“Don’t be a baby!” I jested.” It will help, you only have to hold it there for about five to ten minutes, and then you can take it off, Claude!”
I sat there beside the bed, continuing to gaze down the gap in the waistband of Claudette’s panties, while trying to keep track of the time. I marvelled at the smooth sexiness of her pubic mound, as it disappeared between her legs! My cock surged to a mighty hardness, as I peered down the gap in her panties.
When five minutes was up, I told Claudette to remove the ice.
“How does that feel?” I asked. My mouth was dry
“It feels like it’s tightening up, again, coach!” she remarked with an anticipation, that I was to do something about it!
“It is probably just the ice, but let’s see.”
I looked around the first aid room, for some sort of massage oil. I found some vitamin E hand lotion, and poured a blob of it onto my right hand. The lotion was creamy white, and very slippery, with a faint smell of mint.
“Okay, let’s see.” I said, as I smoothly massaged Claudette’s inner thigh, and groin muscle.
Her inner thigh was noticeably cold, from the ice pack, but the groin muscle felt smooth and relaxed. I could barely find the knot that I massaged out earlier. This time my massage was much more gentle, more sensual, more crude. My thumb traced up and down the edge of her pantie line, as I rested my fingers on Claudette’s inner thigh.
“Okay that looks good,” I noted, ready to sit up and leave. I better leave
, I admitted to myself, before I jam my fingers into Claudette’s sweet little cunt!
Claudette held onto my left arm.
“Can you do it some more
?” she asked. Her green eyes twinkled. Her braces again peeked out beneath what seemed like a very inviting smile. “PLEASE… coach!
Something about her gaze caused a stirring in my cock. It surged to attention. Let me out!
“Ummm, okay Claudette, but I gotta go soon!”
I didn’t want to go, honestly. But I better go, or else I’ll be pounding my cock into this sweet little beauty!
My lust had taken almost complete control of my motives!
I reached between her legs, and as I did so, Claudette’s right leg flopped over, opening her thighs much wider. The crease in her panties was soaked with moistness! My cock strained inside my track pants! Her muscular legs created a gap between the crotch of her panties and her outer labia. It was a mouth-watering view!
I put more vitamin E lotion on my hand, and began massaging Claudette’s inner thigh. As I moved up her leg towards her groin, Claudette gently stroked my left forearm.
My horniness was taking control of my hand, and with each upwards stroke, I obscenely slipped my fingers under the crotch of Claudette’s panties, further and further until they were salaciously slithering across her smooth pussy lips! My cock was so fucking hard, as I was doing this.
“Mmmmmm…” Claudette murmured like a purring kitten.
I stopped being worried about being late for drinks that night, and concentrated on Claudette’s sensual massage.
I lost track of time, but decided, I better stop, before I actually wanted to fuck Claudette. I was getting very turned on!
“OKAY, Claudette, I gotta go now!” I remarked half-heartedly.
I honestly wanted to stay and play with Claudette even more, but didn’t want to seem enthusiastic about trying to become more erotic.
Claudette held onto my left forearm tightly. “Pleeeease, can you do it more, coach!” She plead suggestively. Then her left leg flopped over, opening up the moistened crotch of her pink panties invitingly.
My mind is raced, as I plotted a way to finger Claudette’s pussy, without seeming to be obvious. Obvious, who’d being obvious? I want to finger this petite swimmer girl, into a blistering orgasm, so intense, that she will beg me to fuck her!
I vulgarly strategized.
“Claude….” I purposefully instructed, “I need you to take off your panties, so that I can see what I am doing!”
Without waiting for an answer, I look directly into Claudettes eyes, powerfully!
“Okay, coach!” She chirped gleefully.
Within a couple seconds, she has hooked the waistband, of her tiny pink panties, raised her bum, and slipped them down to her knees.
What an awesome sight, her silky thighs slightly parted and drop after drop of glistening clear pussy juice dripping from her lovely tight cunt lips.
“All the way off!” I instructed dryly, at the same time my cock strained to get loose from my clothing.
I felt an electric pulse deep in my groin as a large drop of precum deliciously wetted the tip of my cock. I held my breath for a few seconds.
My eyes lustily traveled up Claudette’s pussy, over the thick coarse black strands of pubic hair in her landing strip, up over her tight smooth exposed tummy, to the loose mid-drift t-shirt at her rib cage!
She smiled at me coyly, flipping the stained pink panties off of her ankle. Then laying back down onto the first aid bed, raising her knees, but not spreading them apart, like the last time. Little horny girl!
I thought to myself,I’ll show you!
I pushed both of her knees apart so that her dripping pink pussy was at my mercy, and drove my middle finger into Claudette’s cunt! I sunk my finger all the way to the knuckle, and curled the tip into her g-spot.
“Is this what you wanted Claudette?” I asked mockingly. “Did you want your coach, to finger your tight little cunt?”
I slammed my curled middle finger rudely, into the petite swimmer, and her pussy responded by flooding cunt juices all over my knuckle!
“MMmmmm hmmmmm yes…. Coach..!” Claudette moaned and contorted her body, as if it was trying to wriggle itself onto my finger, more deeply.
My finger was not hitting an intact hymen! Claudette was no virgin! I twisted my index and middle finger together, into her muscular tight little pussy, and reamed my hand like a drill, as I pumped it in and out.
Claudette stretched her arms over her head, and arched her back, in a relaxed ‘take me fully’ kind of pose. With that invitation, I fucked my two fingers fast and hard into her slickened cunt!
“Uggggg, Oh My God, Coach!” Claudette muttered, as I finger fucked her tight, pink pussy!
I reached under her tee shirt and bra, and flipped them up to reveal A-cup titties and large marshmallow-like puffy nipples.
I pinched and poked at her nipples, until they began to shape into hardened nubs, all the while slamming her pussy into my knuckles
“Ohhhhhhh…. Coach!” Claudette gasped and groaned. “Mmmmmm that feels nice!”
Her dripping pussy looked like a yummy dessert, waiting to be eaten. My thumb strummed her clit, while my fingers curled up within her pink folds, seeking her G-spot again!
“Uggggg….. OH MY GOD! Coooooaaaach!!!!!” Claudette muttered in delight, as her pussy squeezed and spasmed around my fingers, begging them deeper into her juicing pink treasure.
She wriggled and gasped while I finger fucked her tight juicing little cunt. I pressed my left arm across Claudette’s breasts, roughly flicking and pulling on her puffy nipples, while I rammed my fist into her nubile young cunt.
Claudette grabbed my left arm with both hands, digging her fingernails into the skin of my forearm
“Ughhh yeah, coach, ugh yeah, fuck me coach, yeah, fuck me UGGGHHH!” Claudette moaned, as her cunt juices flowed around my fingers.
“UGGGGGGHHHHH YEAAAAHHHH!” Claudette muffled a yell, as her petite body squirmed around my fingers. I pinned her down with my arm, as I continuously pumped her tremoring cunt.
I measured my finger thrusts, and looked into Claudette’s lovely green eyes. She was smiling at me, braces and all, as if she just conquered me, or something like that.
For a moment, I wondered which one of us, actually was in charge. She wanted me to finger her pussy, the whole time!
I thought to myself.
Suddenly outside the locked first aid room door, an announcement blasted out over the pool PA system.
“We better go!” I said, handing Claudette her jeans and panties. I did not want to risk getting caught, fingering Claudette in the first aid room. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
I was in front of her house, ready to drop her off when Claudette looked at me.
“Coach?” Claudette said quietly.
“Yes?” I answered, wondering what her question was.
“Will you show me something?” She spoke even more quietly.
“What is it Claude?” I answered anxiously anticipating the request.
Claudette leaned over and whispered something barely audible in my ears.
“What?” I asked,” I can’t hear you.”
In a hushed voice, she whispered loud enough for me to hear this time. “Will you teach me how to fuck?”
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