Sometimes having what you want is a lot more complicated, than wanting it in the first place.
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?”
Within seconds of jumping in my shower, I was stroking off my aching cock.
This was wrong! I was taking advantage of the fact that this nubile young French-Canadian swimmer, who was new in town, had a crush on me! AND, my god she was
such a cute, petite, athletic girl!
I thought about finger fucking Claudette’s tight little pussy, once again. I imagined I was fucking my massive pole into that pink little cunt of hers, while I quickly brought myself to a devilish orgasm.
I imagined her tight, sweet, pink cunt lips surrounding my cock, while I sucked her wonderful puffy nipples into my lips.
“Guuhhhhhh…. Grrrrrh…. Ughn…ugggh!” I panted as my cock seed spewed everywhere under the shower spray, and onto the splash tiles.
I soaped myself and completed my shower, quickly rushing out the door to meet my friends at the pub. Fuck I’m a fucking mess!
I thought to myself, walking briskly, while looking at my disheveled reflection in the passing, darkened, storefront windows.
My hair was a mess, and I had hastily thrown on my sweaty coaching tee shirt, with my dress pants. It will have to do
I thought, as I entered the pub.
I stopped in my tracks! Cindy, my girlfriend was sitting with my pals!
“Don’t you look like something the cat dragged in!” Cindy critiqued, sensually swishing her long blonde hair while scanning my uninspiring attire.
Instead of starting a fun informal pub night, with my pals, I ended up concocting a long winded lie to satisfy Cindy, as to my reason for being late and disorganized. I don’t know if she fully believed me, but I tried to look into her striking blue eyes, feigning trustworthiness. Somehow I muddled my way through the evening.
Cindy usually stayed over at my place on the weekends, but not this time. Her uncle had a birthday, out of town, and that took precedent.
“Mmmmmm, love you hun!” Cindy cooed quietly, as she wrapped her arms around me and engaged me in a long sensual French kiss! Her hardened nipples stabbed at my chest, with a fuck me now
pressure, through the thin layers of fabric.
“Mmmmmm, me too!” I groaned back, my cock surged to life again, and bulged against the fabric of my pants.
Cindy responded by grinding her pubic bone into my cock. “I can tell you’re going to miss me!” Cindy hushed in my ear, as she cupped my balls through my pants. She then gave my swollen cock a couple of firm ‘you’re all mine’ kind of squeezes.
I said my goodbyes, but all the time I was kissing my stunning girlfriend Cindy, my mind was on young Claudette. What the hell!
, I chastised myself in thought. Claudette’s only sixteen years old! Why the hell am I thinking about her so much? It’s not right! I’m supposed to be coaching her! I already have Cindy!
I could not get my mind off of Claudette, as I walked from the bus stop, to my home. It was very late, but I clicked on the computer, and logged onto the internet, anyway.
There was an email from Claudette, with simply ‘HI’ in the subject line.
I opened it.
‘Hi Coach. It felt so nice when you had your fingers inside me at the pool NICER THAN ANYTHING!!! I miss you XOXOXOX Love Claude’
I hit reply right away and started typing;
-Yeah I liked fingering your tight little pussy Claudette and next time I’m going to fuck you and cum all over your puffy little nipples!!!! Love Dave-
I read the reply back to myself. Geeezus, what am I thinking! I’m such a stupid fucking idiot!
I thought to myself. I can’t have a relationship with her!
My cock head was bursting through the gap in the front of my pajamas, as I highlighted the email text and deleted it.
I retyped the reply;
-I miss you too. Coach Dave-
I hit reply, and switched the computer off.
My Saturday was spent bike riding, with the guys, and just hanging out. By ten o’clock in the evening, I finally made my way back home. I did a good job of keeping my mind off Claudette, that is until I got home.
I switched on the computer again, and heaped my clothes on the floor in front of my bed. The computer screen flickered to life. I climbed in front of the computer. The light, from the monitor, created erotic shadows on my naked body.
My eyes adjusted to the dim bedroom light. Two messages from
I opened the first message;
-Subject line: ‘ I missed you’ I missed you Coach Dave SEE-
There was a photo attachment.
I opened it to see a grainy computer webcam photo of Claudette, in just her panties and bra! They looked like the same, nearly transparent pink panties, that she wore at the pool, on Friday. Wow
! I thought, mesmerized by the photo. My cock rose up in anticipation as I opened the next email.
-Subject line: ‘See how much I missed you’ Do you like this coach Dave?-
I opened the photo attachment. This time Claudette had removed her bra, revealing her succulent small titties and soft marshmallow like puffy nipples!
“Ugggg…. God” I groaned, out loud to myself.
My cock sprang to it’s full thickness, and I started enthusiastically stroking it’s veiny length, while staring at Claudette’s images on my computer!
I stopped and took my hand off of my cock, just before I was about to cum! I can’t be doing this! I can’t get sexually involved, or even think about Claudette
! I tried thinking to myself, as if I had some sort control of my morality.
My pulsing cock begged for attention, as I dove under the covers and tried to go to sleep. I forced myself to ignore the temptation to masturbate, and finally fell asleep in the very early morning that Sunday.
Sun was glinting through the gaps in my out-dated curtains. I leaned over to look at the alarm clock.
10:30 a.m. I had slept in later than usual!
I rolled over to get out of bed, and felt a cool clammy dampness on my thigh! Yuuuuk, what the hell? Did I piss myself last night,
I thought, as I ripped the bed sheets open?
A saucer sized creamy puddle of goo had gathered on the sheet, under my leg.
I had a wet dream! SHIIIIT! I haven’t had a wet dream since… since… since I was Claudette’s age! What’s come over me?
I wondered to myself, as I clambered to change my bed, and get into the shower. Why am I dwelling on her so much?
I had to try and get my mind off of this cute athletic teen.
I kept myself busy all day Sunday, and even Monday, this time, deliberately staying off of the computer and trying to keep my mind off Claudette.
Monday evening I was back at the pool, coaching. The first swim practice of the week was always a zoo like atmosphere, with all the kids buzzing around and chatting outside the changing rooms. The pool deck was no less chaotic.
Among the commotion Claudette came up to me and said “I’m not swimming tonight, coach Dave!”
“Okay Claude.” I responded without thinking. Truthfully, I was more than a little pissed that one of my better swimmers, was not going to be practicing. Why did she even bother to show up
, I wondered, irritated by her antics?
I was just starting to get the kids organized to do their warm ups, when she came out on the deck in low-riser pants and a loose fitting white blouse.
“Okay let’s go!” I instructed the swimmers.
Splashes and dives reverberated through the poor acoustics of the swimming pool.
I turned to Claudette, who was smugly standing right beside me on the deck. When I looked down, under her loosely buttoned blouse, I could see that she was not wearing a bra.
The lecherous side of me, peered down the gaps in her blouse trying to see those tasty marshmallow-like nipples.
Claudette brushed her sexy ripe body right up against me.
Suddenly I became aware of my surroundings. This was a public pool!
Parents were watching!
Swimmers were training, AND I have half naked, hormone crazed young female swimmer making advances towards me!
“What the hell are you doing!” I barked reflexively. “If you’re not going to swim, Claude, get off of the pool deck!”
Claudette’s face turned cherry red, and her lips squeezed together in a frown. She looked up at me with tear filling eyes and bratily stomped off of the pool deck.
“Hi Dave… Hi!” I heard a voice from above me. It was my girlfriend Cindy, and her gal pals, waving from up in the bleachers.
I waved back, trying my best to act busy and turned my attention to the swim team. Holy fuck, can this situation, get any worse
, I wondered?
Thankfully I didn’t see Claude for the rest of the practice, and was able to keep my focus on the team.
Typically after the training, I would mingle with the parents and kids in the reception area, as they were departing. This Monday night, Cindy and her girlfriends were there as well.
“Hi Dave, I’m going out tonight with my friends,” Cindy smiled as she dictated her schedule. “ I should be home at about 8:30 or 9:00 tonight.”
“Okay Cin” I responded giving her a polite peck on the lips.
“Did you see that girl?” She whispered in my ear. “She wasn’t wearing a bra!”
“Ummm… no Cin.” I lied. “What are you talking about?”
“She was right beside you!” Cindy whispered louder.
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, faking ignorance.
“Okaaaay, see ya… later…” Cindy blew a kiss as and winked seductively. She and her friends exited the building. Finally some sanity
, I thought to myself, releasing some of that tension. I headed out of the reception area, to the empty and private
life guard change rooms.
I looked over my shoulder, to see if anyone was watching me. I closed the door quietly, ducked into a changing booth, closed the curtains, and chucked my track pants and shirt onto the bench.
I took a deep breath. Phew!
I was planning on doing some swim training of my own, that evening, so was wearing one of my old school speedo race suits instead of underwear.
I paused for a second. Fuck it, I’ll skip training and just go home!
I pushed my speedo, down to my knees, when the curtain to my changing booth slowly opened.
It was Claudette, and her eyes opened widely, staring directly at my cock.
“What do you want, Claude?” I stood there glaring at her. I was still pissed.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to say… I’m sorry, coach Dave.” She pouted slightly looking down, but also looking at my engorging cock. Her full pouty lips parted slightly in an anticipating manner.
“Okay, you’re sorry.” I snapped back, while my rapidly hardening cock revealed my true inner feelings of lust for Claudette. “Now go!”
“Can you give me a ride home, Coach?” Claudette cocked her cute face to the side, and licked her lips. “Pleeeeeaaase!”
My cock hardened to a fully erect state. The bulbous shiny glans swaying in the warm humid pool air.
I was incensed at my body’s betrayal. “Get the fuck out of here! I’m not giving you a ride home!” I barked. “Walk home, or get a ride from someone else!”
Claudette ripped the curtain closed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Fuuuuuuck… this is so stupid, so fucking dangerous!
I wrestled with my weakening principles, and my carnal desires for Claudette. The will to stay true to my morals was tenuous, at best.
I got home that night, and felt emotionally, like I had been in a marathon. I should not turn on the computer
, I thought to myself. I WILL NOT go on the computer!
I flicked the start switch on, and got undressed.
Carelessly, I threw my clothes in a heap on the floor, leaving just my briefs on, and flopped on the bed beside my desk.
I looked at the monitor. Three email messages from Claudette
My cock displayed it’s disloyalty to any sort of honourable standards I pretended to have, by coiling up inside my briefs, in anticipation. I opened the first message, which was sent on Sunday night.
-Subject ‘for you coach’ this is what I’m like when I think of you.
When I opened the attached picture it was a grainy close up, of Claudette’s pink pussy lips. They were spread apart slightly and visibly moist! Fuuuuck, what am I doing, why am I opening these emails up
? The thin fabric of my briefs tented further, as blood rushed to my groin!
I set the check box on delete, for the remaining two messages from Claudette, but I could not bring myself to delete them.
My penis throbbed and pulsed. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock! It was clear where my dirty mind was leading me.
I unchecked the boxes, and opened the next email, which was also sent Sunday night;
-Subject ‘this is what I want’ Will you teach me how to fuck, coach Dave?
I was already breathing heavily, when I opened the attachment.
This was another close up picture of Claudette’s pink pussy, this time she was curling two fingers deep up into her cunt!
I pushed my briefs down so that the tight waistband was under my balls, and traced a finger along my pulsing veiny penis.
I opened the next email, which was sent Monday night;
-Subject ‘I’m sorry’ I’m sorry I made you mad at me, coach Dave. L
I clicked the reply button, and typed;
-I’m sorry I got mad at you-
and hit send.
I grabbed my thick cock and squeezed it hard in my fist.
My icq box popped up.
It was Claudette. Inexplicably my left hand traced and squeezed my cock, while I started typing with my right hand;
Claud0606; Why r u mad at me?
Coachdave; not mad just cuz people will get the wrong idea
Claud0606; why cuz you have a girlfriend????
Coachdave; yeah sortof but
Claud0606; cuz im 16?
Coachdav; yeah sort of
Claud0606; im almost 17 and I think ur sexy
I wrenched my cock more deliberately as it surged in thickness, in response to Claudette’s comment.
Coachdave; ur very sexy too, but this is taboo
Claud0606; taboo? Will u still teach me how to fk?
“Ugggggh shit!” I groaned to myself as a big blob of precum appeared at the tip of my cock. I was so close to exploding. I shouldn’t be doing this
! I thought to myself, as my left hand willed my cock closer to ejaculating!
Coachdave; ya ok I will
Claud0606; I saw ur cock today was so big will it fit in my pussy???
“Guuuh” I groaned, gripping my cock with my clenched fist. What is it about this girl?
I wondered to myself, as my emotions conflicted. The forbidden aspect was teasing me sexually into such intensified emotions!
Coachdave; If u r cunt is juicy enuf it will fit
Claud0606; mmmmm Im fingering my cunt with 2 fingers dreamin about ur cock in me
“Gawwwwd!” I muttered quietly as another large creamy blob of precum glistened at my pee hole!
I pushed aside all the conflicting emotions and typed;
Coachdave; can u com over rite now?
Claude0606; y im 3 blocks down the street I know where u live, coach. R U going to teach me how 2 fuck?
I glanced up at the clock. 7:45 pm!
This was risky. Cindy was supposed to be coming home soon. What was I doing?
I pushed aside the thoughts that this sexy petite swimmer, had been stalking me, for some time, and continued;
Coachdave; ok come over. Come at the back of the house I’ll let u in my bedroom window just tap on glass
Claud0606; coming right now yay!
“Ohhhhh, Oh, Ohhh” I panted in short sharp breaths. A steady, drool of precum dribbled from my cock head, as I slowly pumped my shaft. I dismissed all thought of right and wrong, as I willed my cock not to cum, just yet.
Tap, tap, tip tap! The sound of something metallic hitting the glass, made me rush up to open the bedroom window.
“Be careful, but hurry!” My cock twinged in glee, as I directed Claudette, in through my bedroom window. “Okay come in!”
“Hi Coach Dave!” Claudette beamed a Cheshire smile. “Wow your cock is SO BIG!”
“Okay quick come to the bed, and lay down” I directed my cute swimmer, as I laid down on my back beside her.
“Okay coach, now what should I do?” Claudette willingly squeaked.
“Pull your pants down, and lay your head on the side of my tummy.” I instructed purposefully. “No like this! Bring your butt up towards me. There that’s better!”
Claudette obliged so her ass was by my left hand, and her soft face was laying on my tummy, just above my steely cock! “Is that okay, coach?”
“Yeah that’s perfect!” I said with a devilish intonation to my voice, sliding a finger between Claudette’s ass cheeks, and into her tight pussy.
“Ughhh… ohhh coach….!” She purred. “Are you going to teach me how to fuck now?”
“First you need to learn how to eat cum, Claud…” I responded and stroked my meaty cock with my right hand, inches from her face! “And if you do good, then
I’ll teach you how to fuck!”
“Awwwww!” Claudette complained momentarily.
“Okay I’ll do it, I’ll do anything for you, Coach Dave!” She relented, as she stared directly at my veiny erection.
“Okay hun, open your mouth, and get ready to eat up all my cum!” I gasped, as I picked up the pace of my cock stroking. “Open your mouth wide… and eat up all my cum, Claudette… show me what a good girl, you are!”
I jammed two fingers all the way up to the knuckle into Claudette’s cunt, and drilled them around in her tight hole, as I stroked the head of my cock faster, and faster.
I wasn’t going to last long!
“Ohhhh coach!” Claudette whimpered, as her pussy juiced around my spiralling fingers!
“Guuuuuuhhhh!” I yelled as my cock unleashed it’s first rope of cum, landing on Claudette’s face, and my chest, with a telltale sticky thwack! “God, mmmmm, yeeess” I snorted. “Eat it! Claud, eat it! Drink my cum!”
I stabbed my fingers into her little pussy as more cum welled in my cock.
Another fiery torrent of sperm was just about to be released, when inexplicably Claudette put her mouth around the head of my cock, and grazed it with her teeth.
She started nibbling and biting gently on the tip of my cock, while sucking at the same time!
“UGGGGGGHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUK!” I screamed, hoping that she was not going to bite down on my cock, but relishing the undeniably wonderful sensation. Her nibbling was bordering on being painful, but willing my cock to spasm again and again, spewing wads of hot thick cum, into the cute teen’s suckling mouth.
“Guk… mmmm… guk… ughnnn…. Ukkk… yummm!” Claudette made little choking sounds as the thick gobs of semen, hit the back of her throat!
“Uggg Ug UGG Ug UGH Ug”! I rasped, as jet after jet of hot semen was gobbled into Claudette’s mouth! Her pussy spasmed around my drilling fingers, and her tender body wrenched in orgasm.
“Ohhh… Guk… mmmmm… Coach… Guk” Cum oozed out of her tightly gripping lips and teeth. Claudette gurgled and gagged in between breaths “Mmmmm… Guk… you taste…. Guk…. So… Gooood… K K Coach… Guk!”
Her choking sounds heightened my orgasm, scorching wads of cum burned through my urethra and I rammed my shuddering shaft into Claudette’s lovely lips.
“Guhhhhh…. Drink it Claudette!” I demanded between the streams of my ejaculate, “Ughhhhh…. Eat my cum!”
Unexpectedly I heard the popping thrum of Cindy’s MG gearing down, as she got ready to back into my driveway!
“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I cursed, while sitting up abruptly.
“What’s wrong?” Claudette asked, with a puzzled look on her face. “Did I do something wrong?”
“NO, shit no, you were fucking awesome!” I hurried. “Cindy is here! You- you gotta go! Here, get dressed…. pull up your pants!”
Claudette obliged, slowly and begrudgingly pulled up her pants. Her face was stained with a few cum splatters, and she was licking her lips, as she got herself together. “Are you mad at me?”
“NO, no no. Just go, climb out the window, before Cindy gets here!” I pushed Claudette up and helped her zip up her low rise jeans. “Hurry!”
Little bubbles of frothy cum, gathered between her teeth, as she smiled accomplishingly at me. “I love you coach Dave! Are you going to teach me how to fuck, next time?”
I froze, not knowing what to think, staring at Claudette squeegee the white cream from her teeth with cute little swishes of her pointed tongue.
The rattling slam of Cindy’s car door, brought me back to the urgent reality of my situation.
“Yeah, yeah hun, I’ll teach you how to fuck, next time!” I spoke nervously. I wrapped my arm around Claudette’s waist and ushered her petite body to the bedroom window.
Claudette turned and smiled sweetly but sadly, as she climbed through the window.
I gave her a rushed peck on the lips, “Sure Claude, sure, you were awesome hun!” Rudely, I closed the window behind her.
Cindy’s stiletto heels clacked unevenly with each step up the hardwood stairs to my second floor bedroom. I bumbled around the bed and dove under the bed sheets, underwear still at my ankles!
The bedroom door slammed open with a loud thud, striking the door stop as Cindy stumbled in. I pretended to be sleeping.
“Daaaaave?” Cindy drawled a loud whisper. “Daaaaaave are you sleeping?”
I kept my eyes closed, but my heart was beating a hundred miles per hour. Cindy rolled the covers back from my naked body.
Cool thin fingers fumbled their way across my body to my groin. Feverishly, her warm mouth enveloped my sperm soaked cock, and started sucking, and licking.
“Ohhhh GOD!” I groaned, as I leaned up.
“Mmmm, Dave your cock tastes like fresh cum, mmmmmm!” Cindy said as she savoured the taste, commanding it into a painful erection. “Mmmmm, fresh cummmmm, mmmmm you taste so good Daaaaaaave!”
“Ohhh SHIT Cindy!” MY cock was hurting, but I didn’t dare complain, as Cindy siphoned the last remnants of semen from my cock shaft. Doesn’t she wonder why there is cum covering my cock?
I worried to myself.
I looked up and noticed the monitor was still on, with Claudette’s emails and Icq conversation in plain sight!
“Mmmm I love the taste of your cum Dave, It makes me so horny” Cindy purred and squeezed my erection milking a few more pearlescent droplets to the tip. She speared the droplets with the tip of her tongue! HOLY FUCK!
I thought, trying not to be distracted, I momentarily panicked and leaned over awkwardly to try and turn off the screen. Thankfully I reached it, and clicked it off, while Cindy still had her lips wrapped around my engorging penis!
“Mmmmm, fresh cummmm!” She coveted, licking with delicious circular swaths around my glans. “Oh Daaaaave!”
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you Cindy?” I asked the question, already knowing the answer. Cindy always got really horny when she was drinking, and I was thankful, for that this night. Thankful that she wasn’t asking why
, precisely, that there was cum all over my cock!
“Nooooo!” She teased in a tattle tale voice. “Fuck me
“Yes you were too drinking… Cindy!” I teased back, watching Cindy squeeze my cock shaft, wondering if I had any cum left?
“Just fuck me, Dave!” Cindy demanded, as she pulled her top off over her head. “Just fuck me!”
My sore cock tumesced in Cindy’s clenching fist.
Cindy freed my cock and ripped her slutty dress up over her shoulders parting her gleaming pussy lips with two fingers. “Fuck me right HERE!”
I inhaled her lusty scent while those sweet pink lips were held open for inspection just inches from my face. My cock stiffened excruciatingly.
Cindy climbed over me, and straddled my painful erection, positioning her cunt right above it. “Ahhhhh!” I let go a quiet airy gasp as a large opaque stringy gob of love juice leisurely dripped from Cindy’s pried open cunt lips, onto my cock!
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