The Coach

Amid the intimate seclusion of the locker room, no longer distracted by the presence of Jay and Brad, Coach Stevens harnessed his focus with renewed determination and fucked Rachel as roughly as he had promised. She transformed into the willing fuck toy she clearly intended to be. He employed her body with the commanding power and dexterity expected of a man whose life had revolved around the gym and sports fields, executing movements with an innate athleticism. His mastery of her form was undeniable, transitioning between positions with skill and composure. Each shift in position followed an intense orgasm, a testament to her capacity as the very embodiment of pleasure.

Rachel's diminutive form stood in stark contrast to the coach's towering, sinewy physique. His muscular bulk rippled and contorted as he effortlessly manipulated her body, the stark dichotomy between their sizes accentuating his dominance as he handled her with an almost casual strength.

Rachel's body convulsed and contorted with each successive climax, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Every orgasm elevated her in an overwhelming state of pleasure and delirium.

Alex bore witness to the unfolding spectacle. The depth and breadth of her response to pleasure surpassed anything he could have imagined. With each of her impassioned cries and ecstatic moans, his comprehension of his own inadequacy deepened; he had never drawn forth such fervent reactions from her.

Rachel's cries and ecstatic moans echoed through the locker room, her pleas urging the coach to maintain his energy as he pulled her hair and called her a slut. With commanding expertise, he intermittently choked and ruthlessly administered slaps across her body, each action amplifying her arousal and delight. At times, he alternated between fucking her mouth and fingering her grateful cunt, ensuring her enraptured state persisted and flourished. As sweat cascaded off their intertwined forms, Alex marveled at the coach's seemingly inexhaustible stamina and vitality.

Rachel's climaxes increased in frequency and duration until they merged into a single unrelenting, extended crescendo of pleasure which only culminated as the coach gradually eased to a halt.

Rachel, regaining a semblance of composure, found her voice to express her gratitude, her words resounding with awe. "That was... incredible. I'm nearly speechless. I've never experienced anything like that."

"Quiet, slut," the coach's retort was swift and authoritative, a reminder of his dominance. "I'm not finished with you yet." With a directive glance, he gestured toward a cupboard, signaling Alex to retrieve a jar of Vaseline.

Coach Stevens continued, his tone unyielding, "You know what's coming next, don't you, Rachel?"

"I don't do that," explained Rachel nervously.

"Yes, you do," he retorted with palpable determination. "I'll break your asshole in, and then I'll just break it."

"Please, be gentle" Rachel's plea was tinged with vulnerability, her voice a delicate tremor.

The coach's response was unyielding, void of compromise. "No."

Nervously, Rachel bent over and delicately spread her ass cheeks for the coach, anticipating the application of the liberally applied Vaseline. Despite his previous threat, he exhibited careful consideration as he massaged Rachel's apprehensive asshole, introducing his finger slowly, then a second. As he proceeded, Rachel held her breath, the sensations new and intriguing, neither painful nor unpleasant. Gradually, her anus began to yield under the coach's adept touch, her trust in him growing as he gently added a third finger. Rachel's limits were tested, and while she felt herself stretched, the discomfort held a certain thrilling allure. Her gaze locked with Alex's, occasional grimaces mingling with assurance, conveying her readiness for this novel experience.

"That's right," the coach affirmed, his directive voice breaking through. "Keep your eyes on Alex. Show him how much you love him and appreciate his support."

The coach withdrew his fingers, using Rachel's discarded panties to wipe them clean. Then, methodically and inch by inch, he introduced his thick cock into her virgin asshole. Rachel focused on Alex, steadying herself and working through the initial pain and discomfort. The coach proceeded with deliberate care, allowing Rachel's body to become accustomed inch by inch.

"Where's my cock?" inquired the coach. Rachel's response was punctuated by a nervous stutter, "It's in my butt."

"Tell Alex where my cock is," the coach pressed further.

"Alex, the coach's cock is in my asshole," Rachel conveyed.

"Does it hurt?" the coach probed.

"Yes," Rachel admitted.

"Do you want me to stop?" the coach continued his inquiry.

"No," Rachel insisted, her determination unwavering.

"Good girl," the coach's affirmation hung in the air, acknowledging her courage.

"Reach between your legs, Rachel," the coach's directive resonated with authority. "Play with your cunt. It will make this easier for you." Rachel responded promptly, adhering to his instruction with fervor. Her fingers plunged into her own warmth with an almost violent rhythm as she ardently manipulated her swollen clit.

With deliberate intent, the coach drove deeper into her, accelerating the pace of his thrusts. Rachel's groans, a mix of discomfort and challenge, grew more pronounced. Yet, the coach remained unyielding, his motions relentless. The slap of his balls against her ass intensified, and his grip on her hair augmented the intensity.

"Tell me you want it harder, slut!" The coach's command erupted, his voice dripping with raw desire. "Take it, you dirty little bitch!" His words were an embodiment of his fervor, a demand for her surrender.

His thrusts escalated, their tempo intensified, a reflection of his determination to test her limits. Yet Rachel met the challenge with unyielding tenacity, relentlessly working her own pleasure for a modicum of relief. A revelation unfolded--she climaxed with a force that eclipsed any previous experience, a shockwave of sensation washing over her.

"You're a natural!" the coach's declaration echoed, his praise offered as he continued to fuck her ass relentlessly. His pace gradually moderated, sweat pouring from his exertion as it traced a path down his body.

"Have you got a phone?" the coach's query shifted abruptly. "Rachel is going to want to see this." Alex, reluctantly, produced his phone and handed it over.

"Reach back, Rachel, and hold your ass cheeks apart as wide as you can," the coach instructed. As she complied, he withdrew from her anus, capturing an image of her gaping hole.

"Well done, Rachel. You should be proud of that," the coach commended as he passed the camera for her to see.

"Wow," Rachel's response carried a mix of astonishment and gratitude, accompanied by tears. "I didn't know I could do that either. Thank you, Coach Stevens."

"You're welcome, Rachel," the coach's reply was measured as he reentered her anus, a continuation of their intimate journey.

Coach Stevens maintained his unyielding rhythm, pounding into Rachel's ass without restraint. "I'm going to finish in your cunt," he conveyed, his words dripping with domination.

Rachel's compliance was punctuated by a flicker of discomfort. "Okay, but I don't want to get a UTI," she winced, her voice betraying her concern.

The coach withdrew his cock from her colon, allowing her to pivot swiftly. In a fluid movement she fell to her knees, where she eagerly attended to sucking him clean.

"But that's been in your.....," Alex warned with a note of concern and disgust, yet his warning went unheeded.

With Rachel's task fulfilled, the coach decisively pressed her back onto the bench, and began to fuck her pussy, thrusting into her until he reached his own climax. The forceful release was punctuated by a primal bear-like roar that resonated throughout the locker room.

Rachel's body, exhausted yet exhilarated, collapsed on to the bench, as she required time to recuperate from the coach's formidable endeavors. Standing dominantly over her, the coach surveyed her shattered yet gratified form, a sense of accomplishment mingling with his admiration for Rachel's endurance. Meanwhile, Alex remained stunned, grappling to comprehend the surreal tableau that had unfolded before him.

As the energy in the room subsided, and Alex handed his girlfriend her filthy panties, Coach Stevens took a deep breath and addressed Alex and Rachel with a sense of humility, his cock still dripping cum.

Returning to his earlier calm and supportive demeanor, the coach offered a few words, his tone filled with sincerity and concern. "That was intense for all of us, and I want to sincerely apologize to both of you if there were any moments where I overstepped or said or did anything that might have made you uncomfortable,"

Alex remained unable to make eye contact or respond, his emotions clearly overwhelming him.

Rachel, on the other hand, cum dripping from her cunt and drying on her inner thighs, was visibly ebullient, her voice filled with appreciation and assurance. "Coach Stevens, I want you to know that I consider this session to have been an incredible success. I never knew it could be this good," she confessed, her eyes wide with amazement as she continued to absentmindedly tease her swollen clitoris. "That experience went far beyond anything I had ever encountered before with other men. I thought I had enjoyed great moments before meeting Alex, but you have completely shattered every expectation I had of sex. You made me feel just like the little whores in the porn I watch."

She turned to Alex, her gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and vulnerability. "And Alex, my love, the bar has just been raised higher than I could have ever imagined. Coach Stevens has shown me a level of pleasure and satisfaction that I didn't know was possible. He has made my body feel things I had only dreamt about, done things to me that I never thought would happen, and given me the courage to explore my desires in new ways I never knew I was capable of."

Turning back to Coach Stevens she added, "If Alex can ever learn to fuck me half as well as that, we will have a long and happy relationship."

"That is the goal, but, Alex, Rachel, I believe our work together is far from over," Coach Stevens said, his voice filled with earnestness.

However, before the coach could continue, Rachel interjected, her voice laced with a combination of frustration and a hint of anger as she addressed Alex. "You need to show more gratitude towards Coach Stevens."

Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument or excuses.

"I want you to thank Coach Stevens for taking care of my needs, needs that you haven't been able to meet," Rachel's voice carried a sense of finality. She was insistent that Alex showed gratitude to Coach Stevens for the delicious hard fuck that was still causing her cunt to tingle and spasm.

Reluctantly, Alex mustered a begrudging "Thank you" to Coach Stevens, although his expression revealed his inner turmoil and wounded pride. He continued struggling to accept the situation, but he complied with Rachel's increasing confidence and domination.

"No," complained Rachel, "properly! Thank him for generously fucking me."

"That's ok," interrupted the coach, "this is going to take some time for you both to process, but I would like to offer my continued guidance and support as you navigate your journey. Let's schedule regular sessions to continue these exercises and to ensure your progress continues."

Rachel nodded, enthusiastically not even looking toward Alex for his opinion or agreement.

"Before I forget, Rachel," Coach Stevens interjected, his tone casual, "are you on birth control?"

Rachel met his question with an unhesitating response, "No, we use condoms," she stated matter-of-factly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Coach Stevens nodded, his expression relaxed as he continued, "No problem. Alex can take you to the pharmacy." The words were delivered with an air of casualness, as if discussing the most ordinary of errands. For a moment it appeared that Alex might have been pushed too far and refuse, but the coach intervened. "I'm just thinking about you, Alex," he explained, "I would hate for Rachel to get pregnant, and you have to raise my baby with her." The coach's words hung heavily in the air, a mixture of jest and threat.

Rachel took a brief shower and redressed, gathering her belongings, and preparing to leave the locker room, barely able to take her eyes off of the coach who remained naked, chatting to a visibly upset Alex about pending fixtures and new tactics.

"I need to take a shower," explained the coach, "my wife hates it when I come home smelling of cheerleader pussy." But before making his way to the showers he discreetly approached Rachel, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "Rachel, I think it would be beneficial for you to have an individual session with me tomorrow. It would provide an opportunity to continue our exercises, without the distracting presence of Alex."

Rachel, delighted by the suggestion, didn't hesitate for a moment. She felt a mix of curiosity and uncertainty about what a one-on-one session with Coach Stevens would entail, but she was desperate to find out.

"Okay," Rachel whispered back excitedly. "I'll come tomorrow for a personal session, but let that just be our secret, coach."