I slowly moved, wanting this to be special, and the big, empty building was suddenly very silent. I looked deeply into his eyes. All I could hear was a soft pump working, and water gently running into the pool. That, and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as my excitement built. 'Feel me?' I whispered. 'God, yes!' he hissed. 'Feel my pussy?' I moaned ever so softly.
I rocked and humped up and down around Doug's embedded hard-on. The slow-motion fucking was overwhelming. I squeezed with my entire body. I had to pull myself down over his prick. There was no weight to just let me fall back over Coach's thick prick. I had to work to take the throbbing thing back into my soaking-wet cunt. Then I used my thighs to slowly drag up over each fraction of an inch of meaty delight, fully aware of every bump and ridge as my sensitive flesh wormed back and forth.
'Can you feel how hot and wet I am up inside, Coach?' I asked. 'How nice my pussy is for you, baby?' 'You're killing me,' he managed.
I was trying to fuck him to death, at the very least. I gave it my best effort, using my grasping cunt over the glistening hardness of a man old enough to be my daddy. Two inches out, then an inch and a half back inside me. Back and forth, just barely making progress. The upstroke took forever. My hot twat gripped, the outer lips of my talented pussy squirming around the tip.
Then I started an equally slow stroke back into my whimpering young body.
'You're not going to die, Coach,' I whispered, my tongue wet in his ear behind the words. 'I want you to live for a long time, so you can keep fucking me.'
'Jessica,' he whispered, wanting to say more but stopping as I spoke again.
'I'm just gonna make you feel like you're dying,' I whispered, not stopping my naughty internal movements. 'I'm gonna milk my tight little pussy over your big cock until you beg me to let you cum, then I'm going to make you wait just a little more.' 'Then what happens?' he groaned. 'You're gonna like that part.' 'I am?' he moaned.
'That's when I want you to cum way up inside me,' I panted as his hand tightened over the cheeks of my ass again. 'I want to feel your big cock spurting. I want you to fill me with your hot cum, Coach.'
This was so beautiful. I felt like some fluorescent sea creature, my body aglow with sexual passion, breeding in the depths of some ancient ocean of a lost era. Doug let me ride him as long as he could, then he started fucking his cock deeper and deeper into my hot cunt. My own gasping hunger was driving me int contortions, making my lust-swollen pussy grind wetly, sucking at the very tip of his prick-knob.
'You feel so good inside me, Doug,' I whispered, grinding my cunt tightly. 'So big. Fuck me. Fuck me so nice, baby.'
My breasts were jiggling right over his dazed face, and his eyes froze at the sight of my hard nipples bouncing up and down through the surface of the pool.
My hair was wet, plastered to my head. The perfume I'd so carefully placed was washed away long ago with my pretty dress. None of the preparations I'd made were necessary now as I was getting better loving then I'd ever dreamed.
I groaned again as the cock buried in my belly throbbed almost out of control. For just a second, he rocked on the edge. I knew that he was trying to make it last, wanting to make sure that I was totally satisfied. I was.
'No,' I whispered. 'It's your turn to cum, now, Coach.'
My naked ass was in his strong hands again, bouncing up and down faster, making splashing sounds as I ground with each stroke to maximize Doug's pleasure. He was stabbing up into me, pounding his cock desperately into me as his orgasm got closer and closer. My nails dug into his arms, bringing his eyes back to mine.
'Oooh, that's it,' I cooed, looking right into his eyes, knowing that my horny, wicked words would thrill him. 'Build me a nice load, Coach. Let me really feel your cum. Fill me with enough juice so I'll be leaking cum for a week.'
I pushed my tits into his face and slid my naked thighs along his hips and ribs. Doug's hands were locked around my tiny waist now. He was rocking me up and down, totally control-ing the action. I didn't need to hand on. I let my legs caress along his sides and my head fell back as I felt his mouth capturing one of stiff nipples.
'Yes, baby,' I kept up the naughty monologue. 'My pussy is so hot, Doug. It wants cum. Your cum. Mmmm, I feel him throbbing. Your cock. All big and hard and throbbing, just the way I love it. Give me some cum, Coach. Give my hot little pussy some cum.'
I wasn't just saying that to turn on Doug; my pussy was really hot. I was creaming so heavily and Doug's big prick kept bringing up more and moire of my slippery juices, keeping our coupling as slick and sensual as it could possibly be.
My legs were wide open, scissored straight past his hips with the head of his cock bottom-ing-out way up inside me. He was fucking me. God, was Doug fucking me. Each long, smooth, deep stroke set off another wave of rippling delight through my body. The rough ridge of his hard-on rubbed directly over the tip of my joy-button.
I watched his eyes, seeing the passion in them as Doug rhythmically plunged the hard thickness of his glistening prick up into my belly. 'Cum,' I whispered as I felt Coach Martin racing toward an explosive climax. 'Cum inside me, baby.'
And that's exactly what he did. With a low hoarse groan he pushed his prick out for me. Curling up, I milked down, dragging my hot cunt up and down with lightening speed. I felt his prick throb, then swell until I was afraid it would split. I rippled my inner fuck muscles, gyrating my well-lubricated cunt over the Doug's heavenly cock. 'Jessica,' he whispered. 'Cum,' I moaned. 'Cum, baby.'
A hot blast of juicy liquid splashed into my pussy. First a little one, then the full force of his climax. The sizzling flood of fiery jism triggered a clit-swelling cum in my own body. I hung on blissfully, riding gently over the belching boner to bring him back.
Doug nuzzled against my face as he rocked through the passionate seconds. Right at the peak, he moaned into my ear. At first, I wasn't sure I'd heard him right, but then he whispered into my ear again.
'I love you,' he said, his body shivering as the last tremor spurted one last wad of hot cum through my body.
CHAPTER NINE
No one likes Mondays, but this particular one started off terribly. My alarm died during the night, I got up late and was late for work. Luckily, thought, the diving and swimming teams were even later than me.
Doug was out of town today, and by the time anyone arrived at the pool, I had my paperwork all caught up. For the first time, I had nothing to do.
But that changed quickly. I got a phone call from Dr. Matthew Young, the young sports medicine specialist, who was supposed to be my boss, even though I'd never met him.
Dr. Young was from a rich local family, and it seems he spent most of his time accepting awards at banquets. When his office called, I was shocked. But there was no time to wonder as I had to go to his office at the Administration Building as soon as possible, and meet him there.
Before I stepped out of my door, though, Todd called California. His father decided that Todd should immediately start working for the family firm, and Todd has arraigned, somehow, to take all of is finals at a later date. He was going to officially leave after the swim met on Friday, and he said that he had something serious to ask me before he left.t
I told Todd I'd been summoned to Dr. Young's office, and I really had to go. As I walked over to the Administration Building, I straightened my uniform and hat.
Even though I rushed, Dr. Young made me wait when I arrived in his private waiting room, a dark, small room filled with plush furniture and paintings. It was quiet, and I squirmed in an armchair, anxious to know what had prompted this strange meeting.
When he finally came in. Dr. Young took me by complete surprise. He looked like an actor or a model, about 30 with dirty-blond short hair that was spiked a little. He was well-groomed and nicely attired.
I tried to stand up, but he waved me back into the seat and sat across from me, while I tried to look more serious than impressed.
After a few minutes of small talk, he straightened his jacket and hopped up on the arm of the chair.
'You're probably wondering why I called you,' he said, grinning. 'Yes, Doctor,' I said. 'I was told to call you,' he
