Stella is currently taking classes as a freshman at my college. If her shoulder-length hair, striking emerald green eyes, and large, round eyeglasses were not sufficient to draw attention, then her short skirts, fitted tops, and curvaceous figure certainly served as eye-catching features.
She excelled at teasing; the manner in which her hips moved, the glances she cast, and the brief sight of her flawless skin made men aroused and left women yearning. She would flash anyone in class who dared to look her way, prompting girls to bite their lower lips to suppress any sounds of desire. The boys found themselves shifting uncomfortably in their seats, adjusting their hard, throbbing erections that strained against their trousers, inevitably resulting in the leakage of pre-cum.
Stella’s playful nature shone through when she deliberately, and with obvious delight, bent down to retrieve the item she had dropped. The length of her skirt was so brief that anyone seated behind her had an unobstructed view of her well-defined, heart-shaped posterior, accentuated by a thong nestled deeply in her rear. Those positioned behind her gazed intently, to such an extent that Stella experienced the familiar sensation of arousal between her legs. Her nipples would press against her top, and upon hearing the sound of rustling, she was aware that the boys were adjusting their erections.
Stella swiftly earned a reputation as the red-haired provocateur —18, eager, and passionately committed to inciting frustration among boys and excitement among girls. She maintained her virginity while the boys indulged in fantasies, their hands vigorously pleasuring themselves, and the girls engaged in self-stimulation. She gained notoriety for her skillful, teasing charm that enchanted both boys and girls.
I’m Coach Brad McIntosh, six foot four, two hundred thirty pounds, and ripped. Some say I have a body built like a brick shithouse. I teach physical education, and the girls love to flirt with me outwardly. They lined up to have a chance with me, but in the end, I encouraged Stella. She was insatiable, giving me all three holes. We would meet in my office or the equipment room after hours.
Each time we encountered one another, she would provide me with an astonishing and skillful oral experience. Her deep throat technique would lead me to engage in thrusting until her cheeks had streaks of eyeliner and tears. Subsequently, streams of semen and saliva would hang from her chin and trickle onto her voluptuous breasts.
In my office, I would position her over my desk and lift her short skirt to her slim waist. Subsequently, I would move the thong aside and thrust into her already aroused state until she reached climax. Fluids would cascade from her and trickle down her thighs.
She always displayed a breathtaking talent for oral pleasure during our chance encounters in the equipment room. Subsequently, I would position her bare body over a rolled-up floor mat and engage in intercourse with her until she reached her peak. Stella would then reach back to separate her buttocks. Her untouched vagina, mouth, and now her rear were all mine.
I penetrated her rear so vigorously that she cried out, “Aaarrgghh, coach, I’m coming!”
I exclaimed, “STELLAAA!” as I filled her untouched backside with my warm essence.
From then on, Stella desired only me and my eight-inch cock. She became my partner and my sole muse. Her appetite was unquenchable, and I was more than willing to satisfy her.
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The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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