Chelsea's Final Year Pt. 02

Chelsea spent all day Friday sitting in class daydreaming about the evening before. Ever time she closed her eyes she couldn't help but see in vivid detail Mrs. Jackson's athletic body sitting on the edge of her desk with her legs wrapped around her stud of a husband. She could still recall the sounds of Coach Jackson's massive cock driving deep into his wife and the moans of ecstasy that escaped the cheer coach with each eager thrust. The thing that gave her the second-best orgasm of her young life last night while laying in her bathtub was the image of Coach's thick cum dripping off his wife's hard nipples. She had laid in the tub and ran her hands over her tanned body and pictured coach leaving his next orgasm across her own chest and was determined to enjoy the experience for herself.

Her favorite part of cheering for the football team on away games was the long bus rides it took to get to some of the more out of the way towns her little town played. Tonight's bus ride was right at two hours, and she needed the time to collect herself before parading around in front of the more faithful fans that would make the drive that evening. She felt herself blush when she boarded the bus for the trip when Mrs. Jackson asked her how her leg felt that afternoon. She had no idea if her husband had told her about spotting Chelsea watching them through the office door the evening before, but if she knew she made no outward expression of it that Chelsea could gather. As the bus rumbled down the road Chelsea thought about the times last season that Coach Jackson had rode back with his wife on long trips back from games and couldn't help but feel the excitement of the possibility of it happening tonight.

The game went by in a blur for Chelsea. They had lined up in front of the boys run out sign to cheer them onto the field when the coaches had walked to the field and Coach Jackson caught her eye and gave her a wink and smirk. Chelsea could barely keep her mind on her routines the rest of the game and barely noticed that they had won the game. She loaded onto the bus and threw her duffle onto the already large pile in the first row of seats and plopped down into customary second row seat when Coach Jackson came jogging up the steps. She heard him mention something to his wife about keeping her company on the late drive back home and squeeze himself into what little bit of cushion was left beside the duffels.

It wasn't long into the drive home when the normal gossip died down and the girls mostly laid down in their rows waiting for the bus to get back home so they could dispense to the usual Friday night activities around a small town. Chelsea herself was laid back in her seat with her legs hanging out into the isle listening to Mrs. Jackson and Coach Jackson talk about the evenings game. She heard Mrs. Jackson tell him she was good and that he should catch a cat nap since he had to be at the school late that night preparing for next weeks home game. She heard him move around and then he appeared in the row directly across from her and laid back with a smile on his face that told her he had not forgot what he saw last night anymore than she had.

It was dark on the bus and the only time you could see was when passing a streetlight. Chelsea widens her legs slightly and slid down the bench seat she was laying on and felt her leg brush up against Coach's own leg in the aisle. The feel of his skin brushing against that of her own sent a shock through her that finished in her now moistening pussy. She saw his phone light up his face, but she distinctly tracked his eyes back to her own body in the dark bus. She knew he could only make out a faint silhouette, but she could feel the heat of his stare moving over her body inch by inch as he gazed up on her. She found her hands following his eyes first to her breast that were moving up and down with every heavy breath she found herself taking now. Then down first to the part of her stomach her outfit left exposed then down to her thighs that were spread open on the seat. A flash of light from a passing streetlight raised his eyes up to her bloomers and she wondered for a second if he could tell she was as wet as she had been in her life in that moment. She let her hands wonder up her skirt and instantly she felt that she had already soaked her bloomers enough to feel damp from his erotic stare.

She slid her bloomers slowly down her thighs, raising up and staring directly at him through the shadows as she worked them down the rest of her legs and stepped out of them. Chelsea laid back onto her seat and pulled her cheer skirt up as close to her waist as she could manage. She could feel the cool seat against the bottom of her ass cheeks and knew without a doubt Coach Jackson could tell what she was doing even if he couldn't fully see it. She ran her fingers up the inside of her thigh until the found the wet mess that was her thong, she began slowly rubbing her now throbbing clit through the clinging fabric while looking directly at Coach Jackson. She watched has one of his hands moved down towards his shorts and the thought of that massive penis growing inside of his shorts gave her newfound encouragement. She pulled her soaked through thong over to one side of her pussy and ran a finger down her clit at the same time they passed the next streetlight. She got a glimpse of a massive bulge in Coach's shorts that he had his strong hand wrapped around and a look of desire on his face as the light revealed to him her tight little pussy only feet away wet and eager for him to fuck.

Chelsea grabbed her phone and slid it under her on the seat to where the faint glow of the screen would provide the illumination needed for her to put on her little show for Coach Jackson. She rubbed her swollen pussy lips for him slowly before slipping a finger inside of her aching pussy and the motion in the row across from her told her he was stroking himself to the sight. She lifted her top up enough to free her breast and with one hand caressing her nipple she placed a second finger inside of herself and began to show him exactly how she wanted him to fuck her. She arched her back with pleasure and she caught a glimpse of his now freed dick in his hand as he jerked off to the hot little senior fucking herself for his pleasure. He leaned forward with his phone in one hand across the isle like he was showing her something on it and rubbed her clit while she vigorously fucked herself for him. He only stayed there for a moment but the feeling of his powerful hands gently rubbing her was enough to send her into an intense orgasm that she was only barely able to keep to herself.

Chelsea decided two could play that game and she learned across the isle next with her own phone and tried to fit the tip of his gigantic cock in her mouth. Her jaw ached as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and was finally able to get the first few inches into her mouth as she felt his body shudder and he whispered he was going to cum to her. He expected her to move off him and had a towel from the game luckily close by, but Chelsea was determined to make an impression. She kept her mouth wrapped around his cock and she felt his stroked increase and the hot wave of semen explode into her mouth and down her throat. She quickly swallowed as much as she could but even then, she could feel it sliding past her lips wrapped around his cock and down her chin. No boyfriend she had ever had could cum like this she thought as waive after wave of cum escaped the tip of his cock and found its way into her eager mouth. She leaned back into her own seat having successful drained her Coach's cock even if it wasn't in the way she wanted too and fixed her clothing as the bus made the final turn back into town. She leaned over and whispered I want inside me next time as she walked by Coach Jackson on her way off the bus and didn't realize until she made it to her car that she still had some of Coach's cum that had made its way to her neck on her when she had hugged his wife goodnight while disembarking.

Chelsea made a promise to herself that she would have his cock inside her before football season was over and she felt confident she already had the perfect opportunity laid out for her next week.