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Archive name: coaching.txt (M/f-teen, ped, reluc, oral)
Authors name: Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
Story title : Coaching Annie
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Coaching Annie
by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
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The local high school coach called and asked me to
coach the girls JV softball team. He didn't have the
time to coach both squads and I was un-employed, so I
took the job. Coaching teenage girls isn't easy when
you're a man! There are issues such as boys, time-of-
the-month, and frail egos to deal with. Plus the
schoolgirl crush, which I found out about from Annie.
(M/f-teen, ped, rom, reluc, oral)
***
I assembled the girls in the dugout and laid out my
rules on practices and my expectations for the coming
season. I had only 3 Freshman, so that made it easier
to know where to position the players from the previous
year. Luckily I only had Right and Left fields to fill
before our first game.
The first practices were mainly running the bases and
laps. This is where you lose the players who really
don't want to be there! Surprisingly. all 14 girls
stuck it out, even when I pushed them a little harder
than usual last practice. I had little talent to speak
of, but they gave me their best effort, and that's all
a coach really wants.
My favorite player was my Catcher, Annie. Barely 5 feet
tall and maybe 95 lbs (maybe less), she was a feisty
bundle of energy and guts. At 16, this was her Junior
year, and I was impressed with her devotion to the
game. What surprised me most was Annie was a beautiful
girl who turned heads wherever she went; yet she chose
to play the position that is the dirtiest one in the
game.
Anyone who has ever coached girls knows that there are
always going to be a few Prima Donnas who would rather
dodge a line drive than risk breaking a nail! Annie
thrived on the game however, and sometimes I had to
calm her down if she struck out or hit the ball weakly.
One week before our first game, Annie chased a foul
ball and pulled up in pain. I told her to hit the bench
and I wrapped practice up soon after. I was loading the
bats and helmets up when I noticed all the girls had
left except for Annie. She was still in the dugout,
staring at the ground in silence. I walked over and sat
beside her and asked what was wrong. "It's my back
coach. It hurts pretty bad!" she said in a low voice.
"What is wrong with it? Did you injure it before?" I
asked.
Annie raised her head and looked at me, her blue eyes
seeming to search mine before she spoke. "I hurt it
having sex, but I've only had sex with one boy so
please don't think I'm a slut." she blurted out. Her
cheeks blushed bright red and her eyes quickly turned
away from mine. "I can't believe I just told you that!"
she said.
I managed to maintain my composure and said "Well,
other than telling you that you're to young to be
having sex, the next thing I need to do is find out how
to make you feel better."
I told Annie to go home, get cleaned up, and come over
to my house after dinner. "Wear some loose fitting
clothing, because you will be doing a lot of
stretching," I told her as I returned to gathering up
the equipment.
I had some knowledge of back injuries, and knew the
best way to treat them was a series of exercises
combined with hot and cold treatments.
At 7:00 that night, Annie arrived and I invited her in
and told her to have a seat while I finished the dishes
from my dinner. I couldn't help but notice what a
striking young woman she was. Her long brown hair was
usually pulled back in practice, but now it flowed down
over her shoulders. As instructed, she had worn a loose
sweatshirt with the sleeves cut out, and shorts that
were baggy. I moved the coffee table to the side of the
living room and had her lie down on her stomach.
I lifted and moved her legs in a series of exercises,
then massaged her back. I then placed a heating pad on
her lower back and told her to relax for about 15
minutes. "That feels sooooo good coach!" Annie said in
a purring little voice. "That's great kiddo," I
replied. I prepared an ice bag and when it was time I
changed the heat to the cold.
Then after that had been applied long enough, I had her
roll over onto her stomach and began the leg lifts,
which were basically my lifting her leg straight up
into the air with my shoulder and pushing it up to her
chest. As I slowly raised her leg up, I would go a
little higher each time until her muscles loosened up.
When I got her leg as high as her chest, I noticed that
her loose shorts had fallen open as they were bunched
up by the leg lifts.
I saw the sides of her pink panties and I felt a gasp
escape from somewhere inside me as my eyes glued
themselves to her underwear. After 10 good reps, I
switched to her other leg, and fortunately her panties
stayed hidden this time! The last stretch was to place
both of her legs over my shoulders and then lean into
her until both of her legs eventually stretch back to
nearly over her shoulders. This looks sexual, but I had
no intentions of it being that way.
Once again, I lifted only a little at a time, making
sure to tell her that if it hurt to let me know. I
lifted higher until her feet were nearly touching the
floor behind her head. At this point, our groins were
pressed together for a few moments, and on the last
stretch I swore she ground her hips into mine briefly.
The exercises over, I offered her a Gatorade and told
her she needed to continue the heat and ice treatments
at home, not come to practice the next day, and return
for more stretching tomorrow night.
Promptly at 7:00 the next night Annie showed up and we
began the workout. I was relieved to see that she wore
sweat pants this time, as I was not wanting to feel the
shame of peeking at her panties again.
Everything went well until the last leg lifts. This
time she pressed against me and there was no mistaking
the circular motions she was making with her hips. I
felt my dick hardening and skipped the last rep. We sat
and talked for a little while before she left. I was
amazed at her maturity, and when she spoke to me she
always locked eyes and leaned in close. Her lips were
full and sexy, and I began to wonder how they might
taste.
On her third therapy, Annie wore a pair of skimpy
shorts and on the single leg lift exercise, I had a
clear view of her pussy. She was not wearing panties
this time, and I noticed right away that she was
partially shaved, with only a tuft of silky brown hair
at the top. I made no attempt to look away, and my dick
grew to full length as I continued to lift and look.
On the double leg lift, I was the one pressing my hips
into hers. She responded by grinding back, and a few
low moans escaped her mouth as my dick pushed against
her pussy. After the reps were done, I felt ashamed and
was rather short with Annie when she asked about
returning to practice the next day. But she simply
smiled and seemed to not notice my mood.
The following day Annie arrived and seemed flushed, as
if she had been running. Her forehead had small beads
of sweat on it, and her cheeks were slightly red. "Are
you okay?" I asked her.
"Uhmm, yea coach, I'm fine," she mumbled. She had on
the baggy shorts she had worn the first day and when we
began our first exercise, the un-mistakable odor of
female musk rose to greet my nose. She had been playing
with herself! That's why she was flushed and sweating!
Sure enough, when her shorts bunched up and I got a
view of her little pussy, there were glistening drops
of her juices running down her swollen lips!
My instincts told me to lick that sweet little hole and
savor those juices. I was so horny that I could barely
keep her leg up, because all of the blood in my body
was at this moment rushing to my dick! I lowered her
leg and got off the floor and sat on my couch. My head
was spinning with lust and confusion, and my dick was
screaming for release.
I'm a 35-year-old man! I can't be feeling this way!
"Coach?" I heard Annie's voice, but it seemed far away.
"Coach? Are you okay?" I heard her voice again, this
time closer. I opened my eyes and Annie's face was
inches from mine, her eyes piercing mine with a look of
concern... and something else. Lust?
Her lips brushed mine, and I opened my mouth to accept
her. I felt her tiny hands tugging my shorts down as
she kissed me gently. Taking an ice cube from a glass
on the end table, she sank to her knees between my legs
and said "You just need some hot and cold treatments
coach. It will make that swelling go right down."
She then placed the ice in her mouth and lowered her
head towards my throbbing dick.
The next day after practice, I noticed Annie sitting
alone on the bench. All the other girls were gone, so I
went over and asked her if she was okay. She raised her
head up and locked her eyes onto mine, and said, "I
hurt my back coach. I hurt it having sex, but I've only
been with two guys so please don't think I'm a slut!"
Placing my hand on her shoulder, I said "Annie, I don't
think a 16 year old should be having sex, but that
being said I guess the best thing to do is to get you
better!" Annie smiled, and showed up at my house that
night promptly at 7:00!
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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