A little Extra Coaching Session

Monica slammed the door of her silver ford escort and yanked her soccer bag up onto her shoulder. She saw the whole team practicing drills, she saw her coach standing by the goal. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle tee, his arms crossed tightly in front of him, watching the girls intently. He was about 24, an ex football player, and had just graduated from college.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Monica muttered as she jogged to the field. She dropped her bag near the side line and began stretching. As she bent over and reach down to grab her ankle in a calf stretch, she noticed coach Harvey was walking towards her. “Oh man,” she thought out loud.
“Well, Miss Monroe,” he said flatly. “You’re exactly 42 minutes late. You do know what this means right?” She looked up at him slowly, taking a minute to examine the budge in his shorts. “You going to start by doing all your stretches and some sprints, then you going to have to make up for the 42 you weren’t here.”
“Alright,” she sighed, as she sat down on the grass and spread her legs as wide as she could. She reached her fingertips out to her toes.
“Miss Monroe, I think you can do better than that,” She felt a large firm hand on her back push down until her nose was millimeters away from the soil. “There that’s better. Maybe we’ll have to work on your stretches later.” She nodded and continued to hold the stretch for a few minutes longer; she admitted to herself that it had felt good to be forced down by him.
About half an hour later, as the rest of the team was leaving, Coach Harvey had Monica follow him up to the workout rooms in the gym. When they got inside, it was already pretty late 6pm, the football team and the volleyball teams were already gone. Coach Harvey directed her to go into the weight room. She dropped her bag by the door and sat down on a bench.
“No, don’t sit down Miss Monroe.” He instructed as he shut the door. “Stand up,” She did as she was told and awaited further directions. He walked over to her and looked her up and down. “Let’s work on those stretches, shall we?” She nodded, “Okay, why don’t you get down on the floor, on your back.” It was more of a statement than a question. She got down and laid down on the cool tile floor. Coach Harvey kneeled down by her feet; he gently put his hands on her shin and slid one up to the back off her upper thigh. Right away she recognized the stretch and began to lift her leg toward her. As she pulled her leg back, Coach Harvey leaned with it pushing her it back till her ankle was beside her head, and his body brushed against her pussy, making her sexual desire burn. She could feel him getting hard. His cock pressed against his shorts, revealing his fantasy as well. Monica let out a soft moan, as he firmly began to rub her thigh. His hand drifted to the inside of her thigh as he led her leg back down. His other hand moved to her other leg and he began massaging her inner thighs. She thought she felt his fingers graze over her clit, but decided against it. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“How does that feel?” he asked, as his hands slid up her shorts, he stroked her bare skin. His thumbs began to touch her damp cotton panties, and she moaned again. Each second she grew more and more wet.
“Really good,” she said breathlessly. He continued to rub her clit for a few moments, before pulling her panties to the side and slipping two fingers into her. “Ooooh” Quickly he pulled down her shorts and panties in one motion, leaving her exposed. He then leaned down and put his face near her pussy. Her smell filled his nostrils and only excited him more. Before she knew what was going to happen he began to eat her out. His lips swallowed her clit and he began to suck while tickling it with his tongue. She screamed out with pleasure. Monica began jerking, and bucking from the sensations. In response, Coach Harvey held each leg down and only increased his intensity. He munched hungrily on her pussy, as she began to accept his gratification.
“Fuck me,” Monica moaned, “Please fuck me,” Coach stopped and began to remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
“Come here,” he ordered, as he tugged his shorts down to his ankles. Monica stood and pulled off her sports bra. He pointed to a bench and she sat at the end with her legs spread on each side. He walked over, holding his long 8 inch hard cock in his hand. “Open wide, Miss Monroe,” he put one hand on the back of her head and guided his cock into her mouth. She let his cock deep into her mouth, and began running her tongue along the shaft. Her hands reach for his balls and started massaging them gently. He let out a soft groan and began to push her head back and forth. He let his fingers entangle in her hair and then he abruptly yanked her head back. She looked up at him with wide eyes, confused and worried. “You ready for your workout?” He asked, he let his hand run down hair neck, chest and cupped one her small delicate breasts in his hand. She leaned backward on the weight bench, and spread her toned legs wide. He grabbed her legs and pulled her, quickly but gently to the edge of the bench. With little effort, he guided his cock into her wet pussy, and shifted his hands to her body. She winced in pain for a second, “Relax” he whispered and within a few moments she loosened up. Monica began to grind her pussy against his cock as he pumped it into her. His hands ran over her body and grabbed her breasts firmly. He continued to fuck her that way for what seemed like hours, until she couldn’t handle much more. She moaned and thrust her hips upward, enveloping his cock inside her. Her pussy walls tightened and clinched as she started to orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, and gripped his forearms. She dug her nails into his skin, arched her back in reaction to the orgasm. She continued to ride his cock until she was finished. With a sigh of relief she released his arm and laid back again, she started to squirm away. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, as he clutched her thighs.
“Well, I’m done,” she replied nonchalantly.
“Oh No you’re not,” He drug her back to him and pulled her legs higher. She wrapped her legs around his hips and remained in a diagonal position. “You’ve got to learn it’s not all about you,” He started to fuck her harder than before. He slammed his cock into her, making her cry out each time. “Yeah, Miss Monroe, right there.” She moaned in agreement. Suddenly, he pulled out and exploded warm cum all over her flat stomach. “Miss Monroe, I think we might need to meet every day after practice this week, to work on some of your positions.” Coach Harvey suggested as he handed her a towel from his bag.