Hot Teen Seduces Field Hockey Coach

"This is our last week before the playoffs, and I'm not going to take it easy on you. This isn't regular practice. This is for real. We are going to test you. We need to know that you've got the strength to make the cut."

A collective moan rose from the group of girls in their hockey skirts. The coach stood at the side of the hockey field, overlooking them all. The late-morning sun cast a beautiful light on the girls who stood in front of her. Some of them looked nervous and others looked confident.

It had taken a week of intense practices and matches to get to this point. The coach had made them run drills and they'd trained until the sun went down. Now they were here, a group of 18 and 19 year olds, ready to play for their club and to reach the championship.

"It's my job to make sure you're ready. I'm here for you, no matter what. If you need me, just call." The coach smiled, his voice low and confident, but then his eyes went dark, as he looked right at Caitlynn. She stood in the front row of the girls, looking at her coach with big brown eyes.

Caitlynn had seen men that looked like the coach on TV, men who played sports, but seeing him in the flesh was much better than that. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and hard muscles were right in front of her, and they had an effect on her that she couldn't describe.

They made her weak, made her want to fall into his arms, to press her body against his hard chest and feel him. She knew it wasn't right to feel that way about the coach, he was older than her, but he was a man, and she'd been imagining what it would be like to be in his arms since she first laid eyes on him.

When he spoke to her just before the practice, when he'd touched her shoulder to tell her something, the touch of his hand had made her heart race, and she had felt his strong fingers on her body.

She knew it was wrong, that it wasn't proper for her to think this way about the coach, but he was an attractive older man and she couldn't help it.

His voice had come from deep in his chest, a rich voice that was a little gruff, but still a voice she liked to hear. She loved hearing him talk to her. He had an easy smile, and when she had looked into his eyes, she felt like she could tell him anything.

Her athletic body stirred under his gaze. Her firm breasts seemed to tighten up even more when he looked at her. Her nipples stood at attention and she could feel her legs parting under her skirt, her panties getting damp from the warmth of her desire for him.

When the coach had touched her shoulder and spoken to her, her skin had felt electrified, and when he had smiled at her, she had wanted to touch his body to feel his muscles, to feel his skin.

"Today is important," the coach said, walking slowly across the hockey field, "you need to know that we're not going to let anyone stand in our way. Today I want to see that you are all here because you belong here. It is the last chance you will have to convince me that you deserve to be on this team and out on the field during the next match."

The coach looked around at his team, and then looked at Caitlynn.

"Caitlynn, you're up first. Show us what you've got."

Caitlynn walked to the center of the hockey field, taking off her hoody as she did so. The coach watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, his eyes falling to her breasts, which were like hard apples with a cherry on top.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to get his hands on her breasts, to squeeze them, to taste her nipple. He wondered what it would be like to see her on top of him, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rode him. He looked up at her face, seeing her looking back at him, her eyes meeting his. She had big brown eyes that were almost like pools of milk, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss her.

His eyes roamed over her body as she stretched out on the hockey field. He could tell from the way her legs were apart that she wanted him, and he loved the way that she was looking at him. She was looking at him as if she knew what he wanted from her.

He wanted to see her naked body, to feel her hands on him. He knew he was old enough to be her dad, but that only made him more excited. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to touch him all over. He wanted to feel her soft hands on his body, his cock getting hard at the thought of her hands on him.

The coach moved to the side of the field, standing next to a goal. He was watching Caitlynn closely. Caitlynn stood up in front of him, looking into his eyes. Her breasts were in front of him and he could smell a whiff of her sweet scent.

She didn't say anything as she moved around the field, getting into position. She had always been good at field hockey, but now, with the coach looking at her, she wanted to show him that she was even better.

Her movements were subtle and fast, she handled the ball up to perfection and the shot on goal was hard and nearly perfect. Nearly, it hit the post. Frustrated she tried again. She picked up a new ball, ran out again, and hit the ball hard, watching it sail into the back of the net.

"Good stuff Caitlynn." The coach clapped his hands. "You've been practicing." He looked into her eyes. "Too bad that first one just missed. You know what that means don't you?"

She shook her head.

"It means you have to keep working at it, and working hard. We'll work on refining your technique during the coming practice sessions." He smiled.

"I can't wait," Caitlynn said, smiling back at him, knowing she would be working with him all week, and she wouldn't mind.

The coach smiled at her, moving to the other side of the field and let the rest have a go. There was another girl named Anna who was a great player. She was strong, fast, and smart. She knew exactly where to hit the ball, and she hit the goal with every single shot. The coach had to admit, she was impressive, but he couldn't help but think of Caitlynn when he was looking at her. He couldn't get his mind off Caitlynn.

"Alright," the coach said, calling the girls into a huddle, "It's time for some team building. We need to make sure we all work as a team, we need to make sure everyone is doing their job. We need to know that you all trust each other, that you know you can rely on one another, that you know you can play as a team. And let's not forget, we do this for fun ladies."

He looked at the girls, seeing their eyes glazing over as if they didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He sighed.

"That's it for today. We can practice some more tomorrow." He smiled, walking over the field, picking up the marker cones as he went along. The girls picked up their stuff and left the field.

The coach stopped in his tracks when he saw Caitlynn. She was still on the field, her body shining in the sun. He couldn't believe it.

She hadn't left.

She was still here.

"Are you alright?" the coach asked, walking toward Caitlynn.

"I want to practice some more," Caitlynn said, her eyes looking into his, and he knew she was serious. "I want to keep going. I don't want to go home yet."

The coach looked at Caitlynn, a small smile appearing on his face. He knew that the other girls had left, that it was just the two of them on the field now, but it was still wrong.

"Alright then, let's go," the coach said, watching Caitlynn's face light up, her cheeks becoming rosy.

"What should we do?" she asked, looking up at the coach, her big brown eyes looking into his, her hair bouncing around her face.

"Let's see if you can get the ball into the goal." The coach smiled. He knew she wanted to impress him, he knew she wanted to show him how good she could play, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to watch her play. He wanted to see what she could do.

She walked out to the middle of the field, taking off her jersey, leaving her in her tank top.

"The ball is this way." The coach smiled, taking his jersey too, walking parallel to her. She looked sideways as he walked and she saw that he was muscular, his back strong and his ass firm.

She knew it was wrong to be thinking that way about him. He was an older man and she couldn't stop her body from responding to him.

She couldn't stop thinking about his strong arms, about his firm body, and she could feel the heat between her legs growing with every step he took.

He stopped in front of her and looked into her eyes. She smiled up at him, and then moved quickly around him. She got the ball and went down the field. She hit the ball hard and it flew through the air and into the goal.

"Good shot," the coach said, taking the ball and throwing it back at her, "let's see if you can do it again."

He moved to the side of the field and watched her as she went down the field again. Her legs were firm and her ass looked hard in her tiny skirt. It was the kind of ass he'd always dreamed of.

He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying himself. It wasn't supposed to be fun for him.

Caitlynn wanted to take another swing at the ball but lost her balance and tripped.

"Are you okay?" the coach asked, running up to Caitlynn, and putting his arm around her to help her up. She could smell his scent and it made her body heat up.

"I'm fine," she said, looking up into the coach's eyes, her heart beating fast, and her panties getting wet. She could feel her breasts pressing up against the coach, her nipples hardening with desire. She could feel the coach's cock pressing against her body and she knew he wanted to touch her.

"You look pale," the coach said, looking down into her eyes, "I think you need to sit down."

"No I'm fine," Caitlynn said, trying to stand up, but she was unsteady on her feet. She'd twisted her ankle but she didn't want the coach to know. She knew he wouldn't want to play with her if she was hurt.

The coach bent down and picked Caitlynn up. She felt a rush as she was picked up in his arms. She felt safe and protected and her body responded to him, feeling excited and aroused.

The coach carried her off the field, and walked over to the bench. He sat her down, putting her feet up, and then he crouched down next to her.

"How do you feel?" the coach asked.

"I'm fine," Caitlynn said, looking into his eyes, feeling his eyes on her body. She knew that the coach was staring at her body, and it made her feel sexy. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. She wanted to feel his hands on her, to feel his lips on her body.

"Are you sure?" the coach asked, looking into her eyes, feeling her hand in his, and seeing her move her face toward him.

She moved closer to him and their lips touched.

Caitlynn could feel the coach's lips on hers, and it was perfect. She had imagined kissing him but she'd never dreamed that it would happen, that the coach would want to kiss her, that he'd want to touch her.

His lips were warm and she could feel his tongue pushing into her mouth. She opened her mouth for him, letting his tongue slide over hers. He ran his hands down her body, feeling her soft skin under his hands, feeling her breasts through her tank top. He ran his fingers over her nipples, feeling them hardening under his touch.

He cupped her breast in his hand and she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back, looking into her eyes, seeing the lust there. He moved his mouth to her neck, kissing her softly, his mouth trailing down her neck to her shoulder.

He kissed down the front of tank top, his mouth finding her nipple. He felt her nipple hard against his tongue and he licked it.

Caitlynn moaned and pulled his head up, her body heating up, feeling hot and needy.

She looked into his eyes, "Please coach." She reached down, rubbing her hand over his cock, feeling the heat from his cock.

He pushed her back on the bench, lifting up her skirt and sliding her panties down. He ran his hand up her smooth thighs, his fingers running through her pussy lips, finding her pussy wet and hot.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, pulling her legs up and pushing his tongue inside her.

She could feel his tongue inside her and she felt herself coming apart. It had been so long since she'd been touched that she felt herself exploding in an instant. She screamed out loud as the orgasm washed over her. She was panting as she came, her legs shaking, her body hot and sweaty, and her heart beating fast.

She looked up at him, smiling at him. She could see he was hard, his cock looking angry. She reached down, running her hand over the front of his pants. She felt the heat from his cock and she could see it straining to be set free.

She pushed down his pants and his hard cock popped out, almost hitting her in the face. She took him into her mouth, her hands stroking his cock, feeling his balls. She loved the feel of his cock on her tongue and she sucked hard on it.

She thought of herself as good at giving blowjobs, and she wanted to show him how good she could be. She ran her tongue around the head, sucking hard as she pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, her hands moving up and down the shaft.

She pulled her mouth back, looking into his eyes. She took his cock back in her mouth and he moaned. She ran her tongue around his shaft, licking up and down, tasting him. She moved her mouth down over him and she felt him in her throat. She swallowed his cock, taking it all into her mouth, and she was gagging on it. She pulled back, sucking his cock as she bobbed up and down.

She felt her pussy throbbing as she sucked his cock, and she felt the pressure build in her body. She felt her legs clench as the orgasm started in her toes, spreading up her legs and making her shake. She cried out as the orgasm washed over her, her hands moving faster over his cock.

"Fuck," the coach cried, seeing her get off as she was giving him the blowjob of his life. His balls tightened as he felt the cum rushing through him. He held her head on his cock as he shot his load.

She sucked him hard, taking it all, wanting to taste him.

When she pulled her mouth off his cock, she looked into his eyes. "Did I do well coach?" she asked.

"That was perfect," the coach said, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

"I've never done that before," Caitlynn said, blushing. "Well, of course I've done it, but never with an older man."

"Did you like it?" the coach asked, kissing her neck, his hands running up and down her body.

"I loved it," Caitlynn said, looking up at him. "I want to do it again."

"Oh you're going to do it again," the coach said, kissing her neck and moving down to her breast, running his tongue over her nipple, "and you're going to do it again."

He bent down, sucking on her nipple, and she knew she was in for a long week at practice.

She looked forward to it.