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Chapter 13 by jonjacobs64 jonjacobs64

Does she cum in front of her coach?

She's got

"Listen, Stacy," Coach Summerville said. "I'm not sure what you're getting at-"

"Coach Summerville," I interrupted. "I said this happens every two hours. Well, it's like clockwork. And in five, no, four minutes, you're going to see what I mean."

The next four minutes were the longest of my life. We literally sat there, sometimes looking at each other, sometimes casting our eyes around the room. I checked the clock every four or five seconds, each interval an eternity.

At 6:09, it hit me. Fuck, if I just start rubbing myself at 6:10, how's he going to know I can't help myself? Fuck! Why humiliate myself if it doesn't even get me anywhere?

"Um, Coach?" I said nervously. "Listen. In a minute, my hormones are going to take over and my body is going to crave.... Well, you know. But I really want you to know that I can't control myself."

"Mmhmm," he said, skeptically but with an intense look that penetrated my shallow self-esteem.

I thought of this morning and my run-in with my roommates. "So I want you to hold my wrists behind the chair."

"Oh?" he said, an obvious edge of surprise and (undeniably) arousal in his voice.

"Yeah. That's how I'll prove it to you." I paused, then said with full sincerity, "Please."

"OK Stacy. Let's see what you mean."

My volleyball coach stood up from behind his desk and walked toward me. I was wearing the same yoga pants that Candy had ripped off me earlier and a plain yellow t-shirt. I felt Coach Summerville's chin against my ponytail as he knelt behind my chair, and even though I was expecting it, I was still surprised when his strong hands grabbed my wrists from behind.

"Don't let go," I said. It was 6:10.

The now-familiar urge started to swell in my groin, and I instinctively reached to touch myself. Restrained by my coach's grip, I pulled harder. The stronger man held me firm, and my pelvis started to writhe on the chair. Fuuuuuuuuck I shouted to myself, biting my lip. But after a few more seconds, I couldn't hold it in: "FUUUUUUCK!" I shouted out loud and tried with all my strength to wrench my arms from my coach's grasp.

He held me firm, and I started to thrash back and forth. I panted and gasped like an animal as the overpowering, all-consuming, irresistible appetite for sex consumed my entire being.

And then, suddenly, my hands were free. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I called, as I flew to my feet, grabbed my yoga pants, and in one swift motion, pulled my pants and underwear straight to the floor. I kicked them off as fast as I could and spread my legs wide as I sat back on the chair. I closed my eyes and smiled as I reached for my pussy, which was drenched with anticipation. Through my the fog of my urgency, I couldn't even register the fact that I'd just stripped half-naked in front of my coach.

But then - NO! My hands were held again. My eyes opened, and I saw Coach Summerville. He was in front of me now, no longer behind the chair, and he was holding my wrists once again, his eyes hungrily staring at my dripping pussy.

In an instant, his face was between my legs. "Ooooooooooh" I moaned in a deep, animalistic baritone. My coach's tongue massaged my clit, his lips caressing my vulva as the stubble of his chin scratched my hairless mound. The slurping sound from behind my legs was driving me wild, and when Coach Summerville released my hands to steady himself against the chair, I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him more firmly into my pussy.

I'd never had a guy between my legs, and ordinarily I'd find it repulsive. But in this moment, I was in ecstasy, and I came harder even than when Candy had attacked me this morning. I squeezed my legs together, trapping my coach between my toned thighs, and I bucked my hips against his face as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

Finally, the orgasm subsided, and my senses returned. I released Coach Summerville from between my legs, and he fell backward, panting and soaked.

Embarrassment flooded my body, and I hurriedly pulled my clothes back on. In my haste, I actually bounced around far more than I would have if I'd dressed more calmly. As it was, my fumbling only gave my coach more opportunity to ogle my naked pussy. Finally, I was dressed but red as a beet.

Now, what was that expression on Coach Summerville's face?

How does the coach react?

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