Tom did a double-take when the gorgeous redhead stepped into the construction trailer that served as his camp office. What had happened to little Katy Simpson? he asked himself as she greeted him.
“It’s so nice to see you, Coach Beckett! I’m so happy to be doing this camp with you!” Katy said with a smile, awkwardly moving toward a hug before stretching out her hand for an adult, professional handshake.
“Of course,” Tom replied, “I’m thrilled to have you. Please, take a seat. Let’s get caught up for a second.”
Katy had played for Coach Tom for three years in high school. She was a good player; good enough to land a partial college scholarship. Now she was back for the summer, helping him coach a youth tennis program. She was the same Katy, and yet not at all.
Sure, the long red hair, pulled into a tight ponytail, the freckled face, pale blue eyes, thick lips, the shy pretty smile, were all the same. As lovely as she was in high school, she had not been particularly, well, sexy. She had been whisp thin, flat-chested, and very introverted. As promising a player as she was, Tom spent a lot of time with her. But, aside from maybe eyeing her little bubble butt from time to time, he never really thought of her sexually. Which was a good thing for a coach.
But now. Wow. The “freshman fifteen” had been very good to Katy. Toothpick legs were now shapely, muscled pinions. That little bubble butt was a full, round power plant. The flat board that had been her chest was now graced with c-cup breasts. Tom tried to maintain eye contact but found his eyes drifting involuntarily as they talked. The break of her firm cheeks revealed themselves at the edge of her white tennis shorts and her breasts jiggled when she talked excitedly, grabbing his gaze. She didn’t seem to mind. Indeed, she was quite flirty. He put it all out of his mind as best he could. Fooling around with an assistant coach, especially if she was just nineteen and a former student, was a really bad idea. Not to mention the fact that he was married.
Katy enjoyed her flirtations with Tom. She’d had a mad crush on Coach since she was on Junior Varsity. She would go to sleep thinking about his handsome dark face and deep brown eyes, his muscled hairy legs, and his rock-hard ass, nearly every night. Other than the random movie or pop star, it was he who she thought of as she stroked her clit under the sheets, or put the shower nozzle to work, or humped her pillow.
Even when she went off to college, she thought of him. Her changing body got her noticed, and she finally lost her cherry to an upper classman halfway through freshman year. Later she had a steady boyfriend, a miler on the track team. Those boys had been fine. She’d had fun and learned about sex, and her body. But she found she still thought of Coach Tom. When the opportunity to join his summer clinic came up, she applied with more than just thoughts of a little summer cash on her mind. Ten weeks on a nearly abandoned college campus with a bunch of tennis prospects, and Coach Tom. She imagined all kinds of scenarios that could fulfill her fantasies.
Katy left Tom’s office flush with excitement. She could tell he was looking at her in a whole different way than in her high school days. As she walked back to the dorm room that would be her home for the duration of the camp, she realized she was wet. She re-imagined the meeting. She wondered how Tom would have reacted if she had suddenly pulled her top off. Or spread her legs wide open and said something nasty. Or dropped to her knees and unzipped his tennis shorts. As soon as she got back to the room, Katy told her roommate that she needed to shower before dinner. She stripped and practically ran to the shower room, bringing herself off with soapy fingers in record time.
Camp went in a twelve-day cycle. Kids arrived on Sunday afternoon, stayed through the following weekend, and left on Friday morning. That left Friday afternoon and Saturday to turn everything over and set up for the next batch of players. Saturday afternoon until the kids arrived on Sunday, was free time for the coaches. Tom would host a coach’s BBQ Saturday night, and he’d look the other way if an underage coach snuck a beer or two. Other than that, he didn’t fraternize much, and he especially kept a distance from the female staff.
That hadn’t always the case. Up until four years ago, before he was married and before he was appointed Program Director, he had behaved far less correctly. There had been Angela, a gorgeous Latina from Miami, who despite her extremely wanton nature, desired to remain a virgin. She was fine with sodomy, though, and so he spent much of that camp season with his cock buried in her perfect ass. There was Sophie, a super-hot California blonde who came with such frequency and ferocity he had to muffle her with a pillow, which seemed to make her cum even harder. And Deshonda, a tall African American girl with a sexy Southern accent who liked to “play doubles” with Tom and one of the other male assistants. And two or three other girls along the way whose names he had now forgotten.
But Tom had been on the straight and narrow for years now. There was too much at risk for a little pussy. Or so he told himself. Katy was putting a test to that. She always found an excuse to swing by his office during the day, and more dangerously, his room after mess hall in the evening. She would be freshly showered, flipping her long, wet, glorious hair around. There was something especially sexy about Katy’s awkwardly obvious efforts at seduction. So innocent, so inexperienced, and yet so willing. She asked if he was lonely without his wife. She casually mentioned that she and her boyfriend were “on a break.” And she dressed the part. Clearly proud of her new rack, she ditched the pale blue oversized polo shirt and shorts that comprised the camp uniform, in favor of tight midriff braless t-shirts or camisoles. When she stepped from the hot, humid air of the outside into his cool air-conditioned room, her nipples inevitably tightened into rigid beacons of lust that pulled at his gaze. Below, she favored micro-sized daisy duke cut-offs or pajama bottoms that hung tantalizingly low on her hips. The dimples in her lower back, alone, were enough to occupy his mind as he beat his meat to sleep.
Tom’s wife visited camp that first transition weekend, and he fucked her with an enthusiasm he hadn’t shown in a year. Unconsciously fearing his inevitable betrayal, he practically begged his wife to visit every weekend, but she insisted the plan for her to spend the summer at her family’s beach house was the far better choice for her. As he waved goodbye when she drove off, Tom knew in his heart that he would be fucking Katy within the week.
Indeed, just a few days later, he broke protocol and invited the staff over to his place on a weeknight to watch a French Open match. The nine or ten young coaches packed into his place. Though he had to himself a three-room unit normally meant to accommodate four students, it was still quite small. He rationed everyone a single beer or seltzer, but acquiesced to double rations when the match went to five sets. He did his best to ignore Katy without being rude about it, but failed miserably. She had somehow managed to configure, with a single well-placed knot, a perfectly normal V-neck t-shirt into a plunging, midriff exposing, R-rated experience. Her muscled cheeks fought their way out of yet another pair of micro-shorts. Wedge platform sandals showed off her sculpted legs. And her red hair, almost always pulled into a ponytail or braid, was set free, cascading like lava across her shoulders and down to her lower back. Every puppy-eyed boy assistant coach, and at least one of the girl coaches, had their tongues on the ground. Tom did, too.
He kicked everyone out at 11:00 and went to bed without even cleaning up. He stripped and stroked his cock with a bit of spit until it reached its full, hard-veined eight inches. As he gave himself a slow tug, he imagined Katy on all fours, begging for his tongue and cock in all her holes. He had just provoked a pearl of pre-cum when there was a light rapping at the door.
“Fuck,” he whispered aloud to himself, as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, “What now?” He hit a light, and squinting, pulled the door open slowly, suppressing the urge to yell at whoever was on the other side. There was Katy, now in pajama shorts and a t-shirt and bare feet. She took in Tom’s naked torso, then allowed her eyes to drift down to his groin. Barely concealed behind some gray fleece was his obviously large erection. She didn’t speak, but licked her lips involuntarily as she struggled to lift her eyes up to his. Her obvious lust made him all the harder and caused him to suspend all reserve.
Tom pulled her into his room. He pressed her against the door and gave her a firm, penetrating kiss which she returned with trembling excitement. He tugged her t-shirt over her head, holding her arms above her, then bent down to take her hard, teasing nipples into his mouth at last. She gasped in delight. He released her arms and dropped to his knees, tugging her p.j. bottoms down as he went. A lovely thick triangle of straight red down was revealed lying in careful trim above an otherwise smoothly shaved mons. Tom nudged her thighs apart and nuzzled her warm aromatic center, then tasted her young savory juice with a probing tongue. Katy grabbed Tom’s head and arched into his face, “Oh god, how I’ve wanted this!”
Tom lapped at her loins for a few minutes, then rose to give Katy a kiss, his face slick with her juice. She hesitated for a half-second then kissed him back ferociously. Tom grabbed her by the hair and led her across the suite to his bed. He positioned her on all fours — as he had imagined her while he was jacking-off. He should have stopped. He should have looked for a condom. He should have asked her if she was on the pill. But he didn’t do any of those things. He positioned his thick cock at her pink entrance and worked the fat head against her wet slit. Once his head penetrated her, he stopped and teased her with short strokes. Katy hissed, “Fuck me, Coach. Please fuck me.”
“Oh, you little tease,” Tom groaned as he shoved his cock deep within her. Still retaining a handful of hair he moved in and out of her with quickening pace, reveling in the smell of her body, the sight of her snug sheath stretched around his cock, and the sounds that she made as he thumped his groin against her ass cheeks and his balls slapped against her soaked vulva. “Is that what you have been looking for?” he asked, giving her several hard swats on her perfect ass.
“Oh fuck, yes. I’ve wanted this for so long, Tom.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her young pussy gulping for air. “Ahhh!” Katy whimpered in desperation. Still holding her fiery locks, Tom moved around to the other side of the twin bed, and held her head in front of his wet, throbbing cock.
“Call me Coach, Katy,” he said as he slipped into her open mouth. “Mmmmhmmm,” she mumbled as she struggled with his length and girth. After a few increasingly deep thrusts into her mouth and throat, he pulled her off of him and she gasped, “Yes, Coach.” He fucked her face, slowly and mostly gently, enjoying her still innocent efforts to please him. He gave the rare bit of instruction, and more than once he pulled out to position her to lick and suck his balls. “Such a good girl, Katy,” he moaned.
When he could take no more, he flipped Kathy onto her back and threw her fit legs over his shoulders. He crouched at the edge of the bed and fucked her with long, deep thrusts. Katy grunted with every downstroke. “Play with yourself,” Tom ordered. Katy did as she was told.
“Uh. Uh. Fuck. Fuck!” she moaned in time with his hard pounding. He could feel her beginning to contract around his cock, and her screamed announcement “I’m gonna cum!” confirmed the inevitable. He pulled out suddenly, just as she arched in her initial wave of orgasm. She stared at him in shock and disbelief.
“Not yet, Little Girl.” Tom pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face the bed. He bent Katy at the waist and pushed her legs wide apart before entering her again. She was quickly on the edge again.
“Please, Coach. Please. Pleeeease let me cuuuum,” Katy groaned breathlessly. Tom grabbed her narrow waist and stroked in and out at an even faster pace. As a full orgasm overtook her, Katy instinctively pulled away, but Tom held her tight, pounding her through multiple waves. When she could take no more Tom pushed her onto the bed, a quivering, incoherent pile of flesh. He lay on top of her, moving within her slowly.
“Where do you want my cum, Katy? In your pussy? Your mouth? Your ass?” Tom asked, not really caring what her answer would be.
She startled a bit when he said “ass.” She’d never done that before. It was a scary thought. But she would do anything to please him.
“Anywhere, Coach.”
“Good girl, Katy. That’s the right answer,” Tom said as she pulled his cock from her. He turned Katy on to her back again and stood above her. “Stick your fingers back in that pretty cunt,” he ordered. Katy nodded and followed his direction, her eyes hypnotized by her fantasy standing above her, stroking his big, rigid cock.
“I will fuck you how I want as often as I want,” Tom groaned. Katy nodded. “If I want you to suck me off in my office during the day, I will give you a look and you will comply immediately. If I want to take your ass, I will do it, and you will like it. And you are not to tell a soul. Ever. You understand?” Katy nodded.
“Say it,” Tom insisted.
“I understand,” Katy answered.
“Say all of it. What do you understand?” Tom moaned through gritted teeth as his balls tightened.
The beautiful, young, formerly innocent, Katy, hungry for another orgasm and thirsty for her Coach’s rich cum, regurgitated his instructions.
“You can fuck me any way you want, any time you want. If you want my mouth or my ass, I will give it to you, and I will like it. And I won’t tell anyone. Ever.”
With that, Tom shot arcs of cum onto Katy’s hair, face, tits and belly, as another tremorous orgasm wracked Katy’s body. Katy had never been happier, and she would remain so for the rest of the summer.
