Pt 2 of my story from Saturday: Coach put his hand on my ba..

Pt 2 of my story from Saturday: Coach put his hand on my bare knee as he delivered the question. My heart nearly leapt from my chest. It made it almost impossible for me to do the simple math needed to calculate the amount of time before my parents would be home from work. “Ummmmmm….” I responded suavely. “My parents won’t be home for another two and a half hours….. so sure, come on in.” A lot of people will undoubtedly read this story and comment about the fucking predator/monster that Coach was, and they won’t be wrong. But for as long as I live, I’ll never forget how empowered I felt in that moment. I was in no way being naïve about my circumstances. I knew exactly what it was that Coach wanted. Which was most likely not a shower, and it sure as hell wasn’t a relationship. It was what I had between my legs. And in that exact moment, I knew that I had the power to either grant or deny his wish. I chose to grant it. But I also wanted to play along with the ruse. And with that in mind, I made an exaggerated spectacle of finding him a clean towel and explaining the unique nuances of the temperature controls. For his part, he played along admirably. It wasn’t until I made my attempt to slide past his towering form in the tight confines of the bathroom that he finally made his move. “Those controls seem pretty tricky…” he said gently grabbing me by my wrist and looking me in the eye. “Yeah?... You think you might need a little help keeping it hot enough in there?” I jokingly replied. “Most definitely” he responded with a gigantic grin while simultaneously guiding my cheer camp t-shirt over body and onto the floor in front of the vanity. It was at that exact instant that he unequivocally knew he’d be getting access to the tight little pussy he was clearly needing. Thirty seconds later, Coach had me stepping out of my shorts and panties and into the steamy shower. As I began to thoroughly wet my hair beneath the warm, cascading water, I intently watched as Coach began removing his own clothes. His torso was the first thing to come into view first, and it definitely did not disappoint. But it was when he finally eased the elastic band on his shorts past his hips that I learned the true meaning of trepidation. Coach’s penis was rapidly twitching its way toward full erection, and it was big. And by “big” I mean reaaaaaally big. I no-$hit literally gulped at the sight of it. “Coach,” I said wide eyed. “that thing is absolutely beautiful, but there’s no way you’re going to fit it inside of me…. Just so you know.” I remember not being entirely certain whether I meant what it was that I was saying to him in that moment, but I definitely wanted to reserve the option to not be split completely in two. Coach, however, had no such misgivings. “Oh we’re going to make it fit” he said as he grabbed me by my hips and swiveled me 180 degrees so that I was now facing the shower wall. Coach hadn’t so much as even kissed me at this point. But here he was, guiding the tip of his erection inside of me. And to his credit, he took his time doing it - Slowly easing it in and then withdrawing it to only once again make a renewed assauIt. To aid in his plunder, he’d aggressively taken each cheek of my firm y0ung ass into his large hands and was spreading me open in what had to be an obscene display from his perspective. Each thrust was slightly deeper than the one that had just preceded it, until he finally had completely embedded. My eyes literally disappeared into the back of my head as I felt him achieve maximum depth. It was at that point that I anticipated him to switch gears and begin to fuck my little pussy senseless, but he didn’t. He just held it there, either to allow me some additional time to adjust or to assert his position of authority in the moment. Part of me even feared that he might be having second thoughts about proceeding. So, to completely eradicate any shred of doubt that might be lingering in his mind at that moment, I decided to signal my assent. With my face pressed into the shower wall, I reached between my legs and gently drew coach’s heavy ball sac into my now-swollen clit. I was now completely impaled on Coach, and the firmness of his erection – coupled with the significant height difference between the two of us – had me up on my tip toes. That was when my first orgasm ripped through my tiny body. Coach had just made me cum by doing nothing more than simply penetrating me. And I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was loving it. And that was when he started to fuck…