"Are you mad at me ?" Ashley finally found the courage to ask Coach Dan at the end of practice the following Thursday… "I am so sorry about what I did", her chin betraying a little quiver, tears welling in her eyes, and her cheeks blushing red with embarrassment.
"Oh my goodness , NO!", Dan immediately reassured her, "please don’t think that for a second… if anything I am mad at myself, I should have never let things get that far, I am the one who is sorry.."
"You have hardly spoken to me all week, you paid more attention to Helen and she isn’t even trying…" Ashley continued, with a tear streaming down her right cheek.
She was right of course… Dan had been ignoring her, or at least trying to distance himself from her. The events on Saturday had deeply affected him, he found himself revisiting that moment on the couch over and over and it had become his go to inspiration for his "nightly relief". He was as afraid of his sudden obsession with Ash as he was her telling her mom or the police - a contradiction for sure. By day he would chastise himself for having been so weak and unprofessional, paranoid that every phone call would signal his last days of freedom… and yet at night, in bed, in the dark, thoughts of little Ashley swirled and pushed out everything else. He could still smell the sweetness of her breath, the softness of her skin under his hand, and how she had ridden his leg to orgasm and then fallen asleep in his arms. As he replayed these moments in his head, he couldn’t help but think what might happen if he had the chance again. He wrapped his hand firmly around his turgid cock and stroked rhythmically as he fantasized about tracing the contours of her nipples with his finger tips, kissing each one in turn and then working his way down to what he imagined must be the cutest little pussy he might ever see in his life. He envisioned gently pulling back her clitoral hood revealing her glistening pink pearl and bringing her to rolling orgasms with his swirling tongue. His cock had not been this hard in years and it had been even longer since his ejaculations had reached his chest… this beautiful young girl had re-invigorated his libido, that was for sure.
Each new day he would give himself another stern talking to, he had coached for almost 20 years, and had turned away many girls in his time, most of them better looking and sexier than Ashley… but perhaps that was it. His attraction to Ash was not about any overt sex appeal, it was something far more ethereal and meaningful than that. It was her wholesome nature, her very sweetness and innocence, the way she trusted him and found discovery in him, that drew him to her. She had genuine affection for him, and he found that intoxicating, and he could not deny that he felt the same way despite her tender age. He was in very real danger now, there was no question that he wanted her, he ached for the possibility of introducing her to womanhood and the countless ways he could bring her to ecstasy. But he also knew he must never let that happen. Dan could not trust himself, and so he had distanced himself from Ashley, even though it pained him. "Better that she thinks I am a dick head now, than this goes any further and I end up in jail…" he warned himself.
But now here was his angel, chin quivering and tears streaming, begging to understand and be forgiven, and his resolve crumbled.
"Ash, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt or confuse you, and you most certainly have nothing to apologize for. Quite frankly, I have just been worried that you might be angry at me, maybe tell someone and my life would be ruined. So I thought I should back off and give you space."
"So you are not angry then?" Ashley queried, her eyes brightening a little and the crease in her chin disappearing..
"No Ash, the exact opposite. Between what happened physically, and that you trusted me like that, may be one of the most beautiful moments in my life." Dan replied gently as he felt his voice catch in his throat with a wave of emotion that caught him by surprise.
Ashley brightened up demonstrably, a world of worry vanishing in an instant, she had to physically hold her hands against her chest to stop from throwing them around Dan’s neck.
"I would never tell anyone Coach Dan. It was a special moment for me too… I have never done anything like that… ever.." she caught herself before saying too much.
Sensing that the moment might be headed somewhere unhelpful, Dan cleared his throat and said "Right then, that’s settled - home you go.. two weeks to sectionals and we have Tilly Marshall to think about". It was difficult to restrain himself from giving her a playful swat on the butt as she turned to jog back to the change rooms.
Things were pretty much back to normal for the next two weeks. Ashley worked harder than ever, and Dan was attentive and motivational. Ashley was peaking at just the right time and with three days to go before the big meet, Dan let out a low whistle when he clicked the button of his stop watch for Ashley’s final 1500m practice piece. 4:14.2 - a new club record and the fastest time this year in the State, yep Ashley was ready.
Neither of Ashley’s parents were there to watch her beat Tilly Marshall at sectionals in both the 1500m and 3000m events, instead it was coach Dan cheering the loudest - she could hear him clearly on both event’s last laps. "Not Today!" had become their catch phrase in mentally preparing for that devastating final kick of Tilly Marshall’s that had beaten Ashley at every meet previously… but Not Today!! Ash was screaming in her own head as she came around the final corner with Tilly close behind, but now Ashley had the kick and she opened up her lead on Tilly. It had been into Coach Dan’s arms that Ash had thrown herself afterward, jubilant in her hard earned victories. Only Dan knew how much this meant to her and how hard she had worked for it. The second time around, after beating Tilly in the 3000m Ash had thrown her legs around Dan’s waist and clung onto him for dear life… "We did it, we did it" she cheered out proudly, acknowledging too that it had been a partnership, not a solo endeavor. As Dan reluctantly lowered Ashley sooner than either would have liked, less they gain the attention of judging eyes, she whispered into his ear, "I love you". Dan held Ashley at arms length, both of their eyes brimming with tears of joy, and he mouthed the words "I love you too".
The State championships would be in two weekends, and Ashley was on a high! She threw herself into training with a renewed vigor, her confidence buoyed by her sectionals victories, and that she and Coach Dan seemed closer than ever. She still grappled to understand her emotions, she was so drawn to coach, wanting so much to be around him, to have his attention, to get his approval, and she delighted in every touch, no matter how innocent or inconsequential they may have been. She had told him she loved him, but what did that mean? He was (relatively) old, past his physical prime and greying. He was good looking for someone his age but she wasn’t physically attracted to him. On the other hand, she loved him more than the plutonic way in which she loved her Dad, her feelings for coach evoked more emotion and chaos than that. It was a powerful mix of being drawn to a combination of trust, appreciation, masculinity, athleticism, power and his recognition of her ability. Right now she defined herself by her athleticism, and no-one had done more to contribute to it, or understand it, than coach. He was the most important person in the most important aspect of her life, and they were partners in this journey… but that did not explain why she was restless at night despite her exhaustion. Her last thoughts every night would return to memories of her lying in his arms on that couch. The incredible intimacy of their interlocked but somehow un-kissing lips, his powerful hand circling her back, the searing heat when he had finally slipped his hand under the shirt and rubbed her back skin to skin, and when his hand had drifted over her butt and pulled her yearning pussy harder against his leg. How she had gripped the front of his shirt pulling herself even closer into him and despite her fears, could not stop herself from losing control and humping his muscular leg with wild abandon. As these memories swirled and crashed vividly they became intermingled with thoughts of what might else have happened. She could hear her breath become coarse and ragged as she imagined him exploring her mouth with his tongue, her hips raised off the bed to add desperately needed pressure to her fingers that had found their way under her pajama pants and were now sliding through and alternately circling her wet pussy bringing her closer and closer to that wonderment. Her left hand found an erect nipple just as she imagined that hand were his - teasing, twisting and tugging at it. She imagined him between her legs, his erect cock in hand pressing the tip against her virgin shield and then finally in her climactic moment, while envisioning him piercing through and burying his manhood deep inside her, she plunged a finger deep inside her little pussy, hips arched high in the air as a guttural groan reverberated in her throat like a demon being exorcised from a woman possessed.
"Twelve days to go!" Dan began his address to the assembled athletes in front of him. "State Championships - we have worked a year for this, don’t drop the ball now"… The training group had whittled down to just the six girls that qualified for the State Championships, everyone was eager and attentive. While listening to him talk, Ash noticed that Coach Dan was not looking at his clipboard, but slightly passed it, his eyes were on her crotch, she was sure of it. She looked down and realized that she was sporting a fairly prominent camel toe, no doubt a result of their warm up routine. Camel toe was a fairly regular occupational hazard to runners, especially wearing these tight spandex briefs that looked more like bikini bottoms. Ash was about to adjust her fit, when a naughty thought crossed her mind - "leave it… see how he handles it". She looked up again and Coach was looking another athlete in her eyes as he give her specific instruction. All practice long, Ash resisted adjusting her shorts, even as her camel toe became more and more prominent, and a developing wedgie exposed more and more of her buttocks. Dan certainly noticed… he wasn’t leering or staring, but he kept taking occasional glances and was clearly distracted by it, losing his train of thought and stuttering a couple of times. Ashley made sure to talk to him more than usual, while turning her head in a way that allowed him to make frequent glances at her prominently displayed mons with little risk of being caught. It was thrilling as she quite literally witnessed his diminishing control - she had him wrapped around her little finger, it was empowering and she loved it!
The next day Ash took things a little further and dispensed with underwear under her running briefs. Most of the girls did the same but Ash had always worn underwear for the sake of modesty. There had been some horror stories of girls doing long jump or high jump and their running briefs shifting to the side revealing a significant amount, if not all of their vagina. Ash looked at herself in the mirror in the change room before heading out to the track, she was nervous but excited by what she saw. Her matching red running outfit consisted of a sports bra and spandex bikini briefs. She could just see little buttons that marked her nipples and she could clearly see the shape of her vagina. Her mons and labia, and a subtle crease down the middle. "My god, if I have camel toe now, I can’t imagine what I will look like after I have run around". Ash was about to chicken out and put on something more modest when Heather came up behind her and said "Wow Ash, sexy mama ! C’mon, let’s go !" and with that Ashley jogged off to the field.
Her outfit’s impact on Coach Dan was obvious. By the end of her warm up, Ashley’s bikini briefs hugged and revealed every contour of her gorgeous little pussy, almost as if she were wearing nothing. Dan could not help himself from glancing her way frequently and sure did seem to be spending more time coaching Ashley than the other athletes today… "Why did I take so long to do this?" Ashley quizzed herself as she relished in her newly found control. She had also caught Coach Dan having to "adjust" himself when he thought no one was watching, and Ashley wondered what his cock must look like, how big it got when it was erect, what it might feel like in her hand… and with a momentary dizziness, what it might feel like inside her.
After practice Dan had spoken with Ashley about coming to his house on Sunday morning for a final hill sprint and circuit training session, and he hinted that he had some exciting college recruiting news to share with her. It was painfully obvious that Dan was trying not to let his eyes roam over her body and she was pretty sure he was a little red in the face. From being mild mannered, reserved and shy, even a little awkward, this new experience of being an object of desire was thrilling.
Sunday morning could not come soon enough. Ash was acutely aware that she had been invited alone… Did that mean something? That had NEVER happened before… to anyone, but he had said that he had important college recruiting news and that would undoubtedly be a private conversation, maybe that is all that it was… and of course the wondered what might happen if they ended up on that couch again? It was a sunny bright, hot and humid day that Sunday, in complete contrast to that fateful day weeks earlier. Ashley found her heart pounding as she wound her way up his driveway, suddenly nervous for the day’s possibilities. She had teased coach Dan mercilessly this past week, where he was powerless to do anything about it, on the school grounds and with her other teammates around. But now she was at his house, all alone…
At the top of the driveway, in front of the garage Dan was standing next to a gorgeous old muscle car. Ash’s father was big into cars and she had been dragged to several classic car meets in her time, she was pretty sure this was a Ford Mustang convertible - her dad’s dream car.
"Coach Dan ! Is that yours? It’s a Ford Mustang right?" Ashley asked with genuine enthusiasm.
Dan was impressed - "A ’68 302 V8, short shift stick with Holley carbs" he replied, half boasting and half testing to see if she had any clue what he was talking about.
"I bet she sounds amazing" was the reply that suggested Ash did know a thing or two - and a new level of appreciation arose for this little minx that was worming her way into his heart. Ashley walked around the car with a finger tip tracing the defined lines. Dan climbed in and started her up, and gave her a few throttle blips that sounded like an angry caged lion roaring, to answer her question. The sound crashed into Ashley’s chest and she felt a thrill surge through her body, one that responded to the masculinity and power of this machine-beast and curiously stiffened her nipples.
"I bought it for my midlife crisis", Dan joked… "my 50th birthday is next month and I have been eyeing this for three years. It belonged to a friend of mine who never drives it so I managed to get him to finally part with it. I tell you what, if you are interested and want to make some pocket money after training, I am going to detail her - wash and wax the outside, then shampoo the carpets and clean and leather polish the interior. It will probably take about 3 hours or so… I would pay you $100 and it would be more fun than doing it alone.." Ashley agreed instantly, maybe too enthusiastically, it was a chance to spend more time with Dan and to do something nice for him… even if he was paying her.
Practice was brutal. It was swelteringly hot and Dan was demanding. But there was a chance that by this time next week Ashley was going to be a State Champion and she embraced the pain like a ritual sacrifice to appease the athletic gods and be granted her victory in return. Dan disappeared inside to make breakfast while Ashley did her cool down stretch. He reappeared on the covered deck with delicious omelettes, stuffed with grilled chicken, spinach and cheddar cheese. They were topped with sliced avocado, and there was a side of sautéed cherry tomatoes still on their vine. A glass of chilled orange juice rounded out the meal. Dan never ceased to amaze Ashley, today was yet another example - first his classic car and now his capable culinary skills.
"Right!" Dan proclaimed as they finished breakfast… "on to the good stuff. I have been inundated with calls from college coaches since your Sectionals win, and quite a few of them are going to be at States to watch you. Even Coach Armstrong from Emory will be there, and he has hinted that a full athletic scholarship might be do-able, depending on how fast you go."
"Shut the fuck up !!" Ashley exclaimed before cupping her mouth in shock at her own profanity. Fortunately Dan was beaming and clearly was unfazed by the expression. "That’s my dream school, no way… this can’t be happening…" and Ashley flung her arms around Dan and pressed against him tightly. He hugged her back for a few seconds and then started to push her off, but Ashley was not letting go, she pulled in even closer.. Dan had to force himself to push her off. His cock was stiffening and its brain was in danger of taking over. "How about that Mustang - she ain’t going to clean herself!"
Fortunately Ashley had a spare change of clothes in her car, some short shorts, a t shirt and a regular bra. She changed quickly and soon they were working together cleaning and polishing Dan’s new pride and joy to its former beauty. They had music blasting and had tremendous fun while doing it. Conversation came easily and they talked about everything from cars to music, Ashley’s parents and Ashley was even surprised that Dan opened up about his ex wife and their divorce, though he did not say anything mean about her at all. When the job was done he asked if she wanted to go for a ride and of course Ash jumped at the opportunity.
The mustang growled and roared its way through the Druid Hills, as Ashley’s long brown hair billowed and tussled in the open air. She had never felt more alive or more like she was exactly where she was supposed to be in the moment. She watched in fascination as Dan worked the pedals and shifted through the gears, each snapping into place as they navigated the chrome plate with grooves for the gear stick to slot in to.
"Can you teach me to do that ?" Ashley asked eagerly.
"Sure ! Put your hand on mine." Dan half shouted over the noise of the engine and the wind.
Ashley reached out and rested her hand on Dan’s as he slowed down and then sped up, so that he could work his way through the gears. He explained the sequencing and then told her to take over, allowing her to hold the gear knob directly with his hand resting on hers. She could feel the power of the engine vibrate through the gear shift, and the warmth of his hand enveloping hers, sandwiched between two beasts. Her emotions began to stir with all this stimulus… she thrilled at the speed and the rush of wind in her hair, she loved every gear change as she gripped the wooden knob tighter and the thought that she was in control. Her heart was racing, her nipples ached and her pussy tingled, she closed her eyes as her mind drifted to thoughts of him pulling over and taking her right then and there.
She came back to reality as the car slowed on a level and narrow road with a 40 mph speed limit. There was no need for gear changing any more, but Dan left his hand on top of hers. He split her fingers with his and they quietly entwined their fingers and travelled essentially hand in hand for the next 5 minutes until they came back to the outskirts of town and Dan reluctantly removed his hand, taking Ashley’s with it, depositing her hand gently in her lap, giving it a gentle squeeze and then returning his to the gear stick before anyone caught a glimpse.
Ashley ached for his hand, she felt empty without that comforting touch, and as soon as they had passed through the town Ashley reached for Dan’s hand took it in hers and placed it on her inner left thigh with her left hand covering his, fingers splitting them just as he had done just moments earlier. She closed her eyes and relished the touch, the warmth and felt bliss. The few times that Dan had to change gears, he took her hand with his and then returned it to her leg, himself lost in the pure beauty of her youth and trust, and her impossibly soft skin under his finger tips. On one such maneuver as he was returning their hands to her thigh, Ashley splayed her leg out a little wider and pulled his hand up high so that his thumb and first two fingers were on her skin and his outer two fingers were on her shorts, his pinky finger resting - he was pretty sure - against the side of her pudenda . He glanced over quickly to confirm and even though his hand was mostly covered by hers, he clearly saw his pinky resting on the left side of her vagina. His cock lurched and took over all critical thinking. He stretched out his pink and gently caressed her mound. Ashley, eyes still closed and breathing through her mouth pulled his hand directly over her womanhood pressing down firmly and raised her hips slightly, pushing her pussy against his finger tips, a little gasp escaping her lips as she did it.
Dan wrapped his fingers around her little clam, and gently began to squeeze and caress her pussy in a way that could not be mistaken as anything innocent. As he dropped his foot to the floor and raced toward home, he had to make some awkward gear changes with the wrong hand, letting go of the steering wheel briefly, but there was no way he was going to let go of the quivering snatch he was rubbing and squeezing unabashedly. Even through her denim shorts, Dan could feel the valley start to sink in between her pussy lips, and he ploughed that furrow with his middle finger. He could feel the lump of her engorged clitoris and rested his finger tips on that, rubbing circles firmly as Ashley whimpered and mewled encouragingly. She was pushing back with her pussy and her hand, still on top of his, urged him on. The muscle car roared, the wind whipped her hair as his fingers drove her into a frenzy. She was completely lost in pre orgasmic euphoria with no control over her thoughts and actions, surrendered completely to wanton lust. As her orgasm washed over her body, a growl that matched the veracity of the 5 liter V8 escaped her mouth as she arched her neck like a werewolf howling at the moon.
Dan was relentless, he sped up his ministrations, circling faster and faster with increasing pressure as wave after wave of orgasm wracked the little girl’s body until finally, spent and exhausted she begged him to stop. He slowed right down and relieved the pressure somewhat but he did not take his hand away. He circled her entire vagina with the flat of his fingers, spreading out the sensation now, and every now and again gave a light but deliberate squeeze that drew out another gentle wave of bliss. Bringing women down slowly was a skill that Dan was particularly proud of, it not only extended the pleasure significantly, but tended to leave his conquests in an incredible relaxed state of post orgasmic bliss. Relaxed, with eyes glassed over, wondering what the fuck had just happened to them. Little Ashley was no different.
In contrast, Dan’s hormones were raging. His cock was stiffer than it had ever been, and he was determined to see that little pussy she had been teasing him with the past week…and to blow the load building inside him like a volcano. As the wheels skidded to a stop in front of his garage, Dan turned to Ashley, and if it was possible his libido dialed up another notch seeing her staring back at him with desperation in her eyes that were screaming - take me please! He leapt over his door without opening it and moved to her’s, opening it before she had even reached for the handle. He lifted her out of her seat as she wrapped her arms and legs around him like a child. He supported her weight by clutching her butt cheeks in each hand and walked her to the front of his Mustang, lowering her gently onto the hood and removed her Birkenstocks. He took her arms by her wrists and placed them above her head, pressing them against the hood gently for a second before letting go, in a gesture that clearly meant for her to leave them there. He reached for the button at the top of her zipper and paused for a second looking into her eyes for permission. In return she flushed a little embarrassment, nodded once and lifted her hips. Dan did not need to be told yes twice ! He loosened her shorts and slowly and purposefully shimmied them down her hips and over her buttocks, savoring every inch of the reveal. She was not wearing underwear and he gasped at his first glimpse of a sparse tuft of pubic hair that emerged atop her small but pronounced, milky-white mons pubis. He drank in the sight as her little pussy showed itself fully, but had to tear his eyes away as he navigated removing her shorts off of each foot.
There lay 16 year old Ashley, naked from the waist down. She closed her legs as she tried for just a little modesty, but did nothing to move her hands, keeping them obediently above her head. Dan traced his finger tips from her toes, over the bridge of her feet, up her silky shins, circled her knee caps once and then continued up her quads to her hip bones. He circled them a couple of times and then traced them down to circle playfully through her little pubic patch. Her hair was so light and sparse, he could see every part of her little pussy clearly through it. Her pussy was was tiny and perfect, the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her inner labia were almost contained inside, her clitoral hood only just peeking through on top, secretly hiding its precious bean.
"You are stunningly beautiful", Dan whispered to Ashley, as he purposefully took a moment to take in this extraordinary vision. ‘Youth is wasted on the young’, he thought to himself, ‘no teenage boy can possibly appreciate a moment like this’.. and then he reached down to her knees, lifting them up and spreading them out as he pushed them toward her shoulders, her gorgeous little pussy opening up to him like a flower. Dan inhaled sharply and involuntarily as he was struck again by her beauty. He had discovered Pandora’s Box and he was about to explore. He lowered his face to kiss and nibble each of Ashley’s hip bones, he kissed and probed her belly button with his tongue and then traced a line with it down her flat tummy, up and over her mons, through her light tousle of hair and then opened his mouth wide, engulfing her little pussy completely. He extended his tongue at the bottom of her opening and pushed the tip inside her and slowly lapped his tongue all the way up to her little joy button, where he lingered and circled delicately before repeating the action over and over.
Ashley had never imagined anything could feel this good, she groaned out her approval aloud and found herself hissing "YES!" over and over and over. Encouraged by her response Dan toyed with her pink pearl. He alternately circled it, flicked it, sucked it and squeezed it gently between his lips. Occasionally he would let go of it all together and plunge his tongue into her little honey hole, probing and circling it a little deeper each time, before returning to her now engorged clit. The ecstasy was too much for Ashley to remain obedient with her arms. She reached down and curled her fingers through Dan’s hair and pulled his mouth firmer against her quivering cunt. She occasionally forced her feet back onto the hood and raised her hips, desperately adding to the pressure she needed. Each time Dan thought she was on the edge, he would back off for a few moments, eliciting a moan of disappointment from Ashley who begged him not to stop. After four times of edging her closer and closer, Dan decided it was time for her release. He forced her knees back up to her chest, completely exposing her pussy and her gorgeous little starfish hiding below. He teased, circled and sucked on her clit until he felt her begin to shake and wail, and as her orgasm began to explode, he replaced his tongue with the pad of his thumb, pressing and vibrating it firmly as he dragged his tongue down through her pulsing vagina, across her perineum and plunged it into her most forbidden hole.
Fireworks exploded in the back of Ashley’s mind as orgasm after orgasm ravaged her little body. She thrashed and groaned, her eyes rolled back in her head and she pushed back hard against Dan’s thumb and tongue. She couldn’t figure out if she was orgasming from her clit or her butthole, but she did not care. The euphoria was exquisite and intoxicating. It overwhelmed all her senses and sensibilities as she rode wave after wave of hedonistic ecstasy. Dan himself was lost in a world of pleasure. The forbidden nature of the act, compounded by the thrill of knowing he was the first person to do this to Ashley, her complete surrender to his will and her wild display of appreciation was driving him to an orgasm of his own! There was no way he was going to just blow his load in his shorts like that, so reluctantly he gently and slowly brought Ashley back down to earth. She looked at him with eyes glazed over and bewildered. "Fuck me, pleeeeaase" she heard a voice that sounded a lot like hers escaping her lips, but had not consciously chosen to say.
Summoning the very last of his resolve, Dan shook his head and said "I can’t Ash, I just can’t, we mustn’t.." But he needed his release and he planned to test the very limit of the definition of fucking with this little minx sprawled before him. He pulled Ashley toward him so that her butt was at the very edge of the hood of the car, her legs dangling limply over, making her little mons push up even more proudly. He slid his hands over her taut belly, under her shirt and under her bra, pushing it and her shirt over her pert little tits, revealing them in all their glory for the first time. They were perfect. They were small but perfectly rounded. They were soft and creamy white, adorned with just the most exquisite little nipples that poked up firmly in response to all the excitement she had just experienced, and at the thrill of being exposed. They and her aureola were the softest salmon pink and Dan again was struck in awe and wonderment at her beauty.
His cock was raging and demanding attention, so he returned to mission. He lowered his shorts and boxer briefs in one swift motion as his cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. He lifted Ashley’s legs by hooking his hands under her knees and pushed his cock up against her dripping pussy. The warmth, the wetness, the softness, Ashley’s trust and imploring eyes momentarily made Dan weak at the knees, this was a new level of ecstasy for him too. He placed her feet on his thighs to hold them up and spread, took his cock in one hand a breast in the other and started sluicing his head through her sopping gash and then vibrating the top of his cock against her clitoris before returning to do it all once more. Ashley was climbing her mountain again, and it would not take long to get to the top. She was as aroused by the physical sensations as she was processing it all in her mind. This was it.. she was lying essentially naked and exposed… on the hood of a car… while Coach Dan was teasing her pussy with his rock hard cock. It was intoxicating and delirium again enveloped her. She began bucking her knees back and forth as though she was riding an invisible horse, trying desperately to work Dan’s cock inside of her.
Dan sensed her impending orgasm, which he intended to time with his own. Every now and then he stopped and pressed his mushroom head just a little into her vaginal hole, watching it expand slowly, gripping him tightly until it "popped" inside just a little - but still short of her hymen. She was almost painfully tight. He pegged her slowly and then returned to masturbating them both, running his cock up and down her slit and vibrating her little clit. Lust was getting the better of him, he took his glistening slippery cock head and rubbed it in circles around her little anus, pushing gently at its center. Ashley groaned and gasped at this new development, confounded by how great it felt. She wanted Dan inside her, and right now she did not care which hole he chose. She tried desperately to push back on him, but her sphincter was not co-operating.
By now they were both reaching their tipping point. Ashley was groaning and writhing, and Dan could sense his balls lifting and his butthole contracting. He took one of her hands and placed her finger tips on top of her clitoris, and pushed them in a little circle, Ashley got the message and started masturbating herself with a growing frenzy, the first waves of her orgasm cresting. Dan splayed her right knee up and open with his left hand as his right worked his raging hard-on up and down furiously along her gushing wet cunt. He then placed his man helmet up against her starfish one more time, and as she screamed out the arrival of her orgasm, he pressed it firmly against her hole. As her anus palpated involuntarily, and aided by the slipperiness of her own transferred pussy juice, his cock head started to slide in, and then all of a sudden it popped right in. The sensation was out of this world for Ashley as she groaned out nonsensical words intermingled with the repetition of oh my God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD !!
Finally Dan’s volcano itself erupted. He pulled his cock out of her just in time to clench his butt cheeks and throw his hips forward jointly with his first orgasmic contraction. Hot white semen burst out of his cock in a long rope that arced its way high and onto Ashley’s right tit. Dan hadn’t come that hard or far in years, and the sight doubled his euphoria, the next eruption went harder and higher, mainly landing on her scrunched up t shirt, but some of it landed on her neck. Dan felt like he was 20 years old again and he accompanied his third squirt with a roar. His semen soared into the air landing squarely on Ashley’s chin, which took her quite by surprise and re-invigorated her own orgasmic waves. The next few spurts were considerably less, but Dan still delighted in seeing his seed splattered over Ashley’s taught little tummy, and then eventually just dribbled out over her pubic tuft.
He placed a hand over Ashleys, guiding the pace and pressure to bring her down gently, but also extend the length of her orgasmic trance, until finally they both were still, save for their panting.