Coach Steele: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Coach Steele

  Katie

  Author’s Note

  Mailing List

  Also By Autumn Avery

  Coach Steele

  An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  Autumn Avery

  Contents

  1. Coach Steele

  2. Katie

  3. Coach Steele

  4. Katie

  5. Coach Steele

  6. Katie

  7. Coach Steele

  8. Katie

  9. Coach Steele

  10. Katie

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Mailing List

  Also By Autumn Avery

  1

  Coach Steele

  Coach Steele

  * * *

  It’s just not fucking fair, I think as I watch her running up the court, the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen peeking out from under a pair of shorts. One thin piece of fabric. That’s all that’s separating me from what’s underneath.

  I wonder what she’s wearing under there. Regular white panties, a thong, a G-string, boy shorts. Each one has its own appeal, and I’ve visualized her in every one of them.

  The boring white panties are honestly my favorite. There’s just something so dirty about a gorgeous girl like her in cheap underwear like that. I wouldn’t even take them off of her. I’d just pull them aside or tear a hole in them and slide my dick into her from behind. I’d have her leave her basketball socks on too.

  I know I’m staring, and I’ll have to pull my eyes away soon so no one notices. It’s become a daily struggle for the last seven months since I took the coaching job here at White Pines High School. Ever since the first day she showed up to practice, I knew I was fucked.

  Katie Summers. Her being a high school student is some kind of cruel joke. She looks like she just stepped out of one of those men’s magazines you see at the grocery store. Curves like that should be illegal. Her long auburn hair flows straight down to just above her tight little ass and bounces as she runs, and her legs just seem to go on and on. All I can think about is what she’d look like with them pinned up over her shoulders. They just didn’t make them like that back in my day.

  And boy, was that a while ago. One year ago I was playing in the NBA as one of the top guards in the league. Then I ruptured my Achilles and my wife took me for more than half of what I owned. The doctors said I’d never play again – not like I used to. So I gave the bitch the house and moved back home, to White Pines, and picked up a coaching job. The school was thrilled to have me, of course, but when I think about all the dirty, depraved things I want to do with one of the students here, I wonder if this was the best decision.

  The best part about Katie, is that she doesn’t even know the power she has over me. This school has plenty of sluts – senior tramps that will fuck anything that moves, and I’ve had plenty of them coming onto me with the most obvious attempts ever, but Katie’s not one of them.

  She has no idea how fucking sexy she is or what that body does to me when she walks by. After our first practice I had to start buying briefs one size down to keep my erection from showing through my shorts, and I’ve had to start rubbing one out before we do drills just to keep my cock from springing up at the sight of her.

  But I’m not going to be able to last. I already know it.

  Practice is about over and I’ve got the girls doing a couple of laps before they hit the showers. My eyes are on Katie as she starts her final lap, watching those long legs, just glistening from her sweat. She tends to get a bit goofy toward the end and I’m counting on that goofiness to put my plan into action.

  And sure enough, as she rounds the corner on her last lap, she kicks one of the balls aside and sends it into the locker room. Instantly, I blow on my whistle.

  “Katie!” I yell. “Come here.”

  A collective “oooh” from the rest of the girls.

  “The rest of you, hit the showers,” I growl at them. I need to be alone with her. Today is the day. She’s eighteen now and my patience has run its course. Just thinking about it is sending blood to my cock and I have to adjust my stance to keep my bulge from showing.

  Katie drops her shoulders and jogs over to me as the rest of the girls head into the locker room.

  We’re alone.

  As she approaches, I can smell her. The slight scent of deodorant and perfume, but underneath it all, is her. That’s what I want to smell. I pretend to be pissed off and take a huge breath, inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with her scent. It’s intoxicating. It’s all I can do not to run my hands up her legs, feeling her silky smooth skin, and grab her by the hair and force her down onto my cock.

  But I can’t – not here. Someone would see, and as much as the idea of fucking Katie Summers in front of an audience turns me on, I don’t want the people of this community chasing me out of town with pitchforks.

  “What was that?” I ask her, looking into her hypnotic brown eyes.

  “What?” She replies, playing dumb.

  “Kicking the ball. You know the rules about that.”

  “Come on, coach,” she whines in that voice that she always uses on me. “It’s my birthday. Can’t you take it easy on me?”

  Easy is the last thing I want to take on her.

  “Rules are rules, Miss Summers,” I say firmly, picking up a ball from the ground and holding it out to her. “On the line.”

  I’m sure she thought that would work. I’ll admit, I’ve let her slide a few times in the past, but those times were different. Those times, she was completely off limits. But things have changed.

  “Really?” She pleads.

  “Really,” I tell her.

  With a sigh, Katie turns away from me and heads for the free throw line. I catch a whiff of her as she moves away and fight the urge to take her right here and now. I can’t imagine what her pretty little pussy would feel like on my cock. I wonder if she shaves yet. The thought of that turns me on beyond belief.

  Does she do it in the shower? In front of the mirror? Or maybe she waxes.

  The thought of that enrages me. Someone else besides me getting to see what’s between her legs? That’s mine, and today I’m going to prove it.

  I take my place beneath the basket as Katie takes her first shot. It clangs off the rim. I get the rebound and toss it back to her. Katie isn’t the best player around. White Pines isn’t the best team either. But Katie’s skill with this kind of ball is the last thing on my mind.

  I keep her shooting until the rest of the girls are done in the showers and I make sure she sees them all leave. Every single one of them. Now we really are alone.

  “Okay, Miss Summers. That’s enough for today,” I tell her. She sighs and blows a stray hair out of her face.

  Fuck she’s gorgeous.

  “I hope from now on you’ll remember the rules here.”

  “Yes, Coach Steele,” she says obediently.

  “Now, hit the showers. You’ve got the whole place to yourself.”

  As she turns away from me, I get another view of her ass, and feel like someone just punched me in the stomach. I must have worked her harder than I thought. She’s sweating, and the sweat has caused her shorts to turn semi-see through. Not enough to see anything, but just enough to see the outline of her underwear.

  A thong.

  Looks like Miss Summers isn’t the innocent little thing she presents herself to be.

  I can’t keep my eyes off her ass as she walks across the court toward the locker room. Her skin is soft and milky and I can just imagine what it wo
uld feel like under my hand as I gripped her thighs and pulled her onto my cock, over and over until we both came.

  I know I won’t be able to pull out with her. No fucking way. I want to pack her full of cum and pull her panties up and seal it in there and send her home with my load in her. She’d walk into the house and say hi to her mom, the whole time my seed dripping out of her.

  I can feel my cock getting harder and harder under my gym shorts. After a minute, I walk slowly across the court and stand by the locker room door. I can hear the water from the shower and I know she’s alone in there, naked, beads of water tracing those curves that could break your neck.

  I wait there, patiently, until I hear her turn off the shower, then step inside.

  The air is warm and humid. I can smell her perfume as I get closer, and then, as I round the corner, I see her.

  Standing in the center of the room, like a man’s sexual fantasy carved from marble. She’s toweled off slightly, but she’s still damp and her skin is glistening under the overhead lights.

  She’s got back dimples.

  My cock is screaming to be let out of my shorts. I’m picturing her in every position I know, and as she bends over to hang her towel, I get the glimpse I was hoping for.

  Her little pink pussy peeks out at me from between her thighs, right where her heart-shaped ass comes together. Completely shaved. I want to bury my face between her legs and lick every inch of her. From those soft, smooth thighs, right up to her asshole. I want to devour her, consume her, and fill her with my seed – make her mine.

  She doesn’t see me. I could watch her all day, but that’s not what I’m here for. I clear my throat. As she spins around to face me, her tits bounce, but just barely. She’s so fucking perky I wonder whether they’re real or not. No girl her age would have implants. She just turned eighteen today. Her parents would have had to sign off on that, and I don’t see that happening. But fuck are those incredible.

  As I stare at her, I can actually see her nipples get hard. She may look shocked, but she’s turned on. I bet her pussy is getting wet.

  “So, who do you shave your pussy for?” I keep my eyes on her and she keeps hers on me. She isn’t as shy as I thought, and she hasn’t scrambled for a towel or her clothes. I can see the bones of her hips and where I’d put my thumbs as I grabbed her around the waist.

  It takes her a second to answer.

  “No one.”

  “Don’t lie to me,” I say firmly.

  “I just – I just started to do it.”

  “Don’t bullshit me,” I tell her, stepping toward her, my cock hard and swollen between my legs. “You shaved it for a boy, didn’t you?”

  I’m only a few feet away from her now. I can smell her shampoo. I can see the beads of water on her neck and collarbone. Her hair is a wet mess. I want to grab it, bend her over the bench and pull it while I fuck her like a dog. The thought of one of these little boys running around this school getting his dick inside her is threatening to spin me into a rage.

  “I just…wanted to try it and see how it looked.”

  I lower my eyes so I’m staring at her pussy. It’s so fucking pretty. She still hasn’t covered herself. She’s telling me she wants it. She’s asking for it. I can see it in her eyes. Her whole body is glistening, but the gleam between her legs tells me she’s wet down there for a different reason.

  I’m twice her age. What would her parents say? If anyone caught us like this I’d lose my job. But right now I don’t give a fuck. That body is all woman, and I’m going to show her what being a woman really means.

  “Do you like it?” I ask her, stepping forward. I’m inches away from her. I can feel the heat from her body. She looks up at me with big doe eyes, but there’s no way this girl is that innocent. She has a filthy mind, just like me. I’m her coach, and she’s standing here naked in front of me, her bare pussy exposed, not even attempting to cover up.

  “Do you?” She says, so soft it’s almost a whisper. And that’s it. I fucking lose it. My hands slip around her waist like she was built for me. Her skin is silky smooth and slick against the rough, callused skin of my palms and I lift her easily and set her down on the bench.

  She lets out a barely audible gasp as my hand touches her thigh. With my other hand, I reach out and grab her breast and squeeze. Perfect. Soft but firm. I squeeze until it hurts. I can’t help myself. But she doesn’t stop me. In fact, she lifts her hips off of the bench and shifts slightly, exposing more of her pussy to me.

  This is going even better than I’d planned.

  I’d like to take this slow and savor every inch of her supple body, but there’s no time. She’s my student and we’re at school. If anyone comes in and finds us I’ll lose my job and maybe worse.

  I slide my finger up her thigh and watch as she squirms. Either it tickles or she’s turned on – or maybe both. She’s not looking at me now, and I wonder why. She must have done this before. Innocent high school girls aren’t shaving their pussies.

  My cock’s ready to explode and I haven’t even gotten it out yet.

  I grab her pussy and slide my middle finger inside her.

  Fuck, she’s tight!

  She lets out a gasp and arches her back off the bench. I can see her ribs, her flat tight stomach and the curve of her hips. I slide my finger in all the way. She’s dripping wet. This is turning her on too.

  I lean down and kiss her nipple. It’s hard beneath my lips, and I suck it gently. Her entire body shifts and I have to hold her so she doesn’t slide off the bench. Her skin feels so good beneath my hand, and her pussy is so tight and clenched around my finger. I’m starting to doubt whether I will be able to get my cock into her.

  Enough is enough. I pull my finger out of her, feeling her pussy grip it, not wanting to let go. I stand up and drop my shorts. My cock stands straight out from my body like a flagpole, and I can tell by her face that she may be as innocent as she claims.

  “Ever seen one of these before?”

  “N-no,” she stammers, and I can tell she’s not lying. Relief washes over me as I realize I’m the only man to ever see her bare pussy, and my cock’s going to be the first one inside.

  “You’re a virgin,” I ask her as more of a statement.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, we’re going to change that right now.”

  I step toward her and take a fistful of her hair and bring her face to my cock. A bead of pre-cum emerges from the tip and starts to slowly drip down my swollen head. I take her hand and place it on my shaft and start jacking my dick off, showing her the motion.

  I’m teaching her.

  I’m hung like a horse, and my cock’s as big as her forearm and thick as her wrist. I’m going to absolutely destroy her. When she looks up at me, I almost blow my load right then and there, and have to clench down on her hand to stop her.

  “Am I doing it wrong?”

  “Fuck no, “I growl. “You’re doing it right. Too right. You almost made me cum.”

  There’s a sound from the gymnasium and we both freeze. Is someone coming? The girls should already be on their way home by now, and the guys don’t have practice today. But then I hear the familiar squeak of the wheels on the mop bucket and realize it’s just Frank, the school janitor, getting ready to do the bathrooms.

  “Should we—“

  “No,” I cut her off. “He’ll do the boy’s locker room first. We have time.”

  Nothing is getting in my way today.

  “Now, Miss Summers. I want you to suck my cock.”

  I lean forward from the hips and feel my cock slide in through her hand, still gripping my shaft. She doesn’t back away, and I press the tip against her, spreading the drop of pre-cum across her plump lower lip. I want my dick in her mouth. I want it in her pussy. I want my tongue deep inside her holes. I want to taste her, ravage her, mark her as mine, peel away that innocence from her and show her how to be my dirty little slut.

  “I don’t know how.”

>   “I’m your coach, Miss Summers. Let me coach you,” I tell her as I slide my hand through her hair and place my hand on the back of her head.

  “Open.”

  “It’s so big,” she whispers. “Are they all like that?”

  “No, baby,” I say with a smile. “You really never have seen a dick before.”

  Gently, but with enough force to show her who’s boss, I push her head down on my cock and almost lose it. Her mouth is so wet and warm and when her tongue touches the tip of my cock it’s all I can do to keep from unloading my cum into her.

  I want to coat her throat with my jizz. I want to fill her cunt with my cum. I want to cum in her ass, on her tits, on her face. I’m going to claim every part of her as mine and she’s going to love it.

  This is going even better than I’d expected. I’ve wanted her from the first second I laid eyes on her, and the wait has been absolute torture. Every time one of the douchebag boys from the hockey team checked out her ass, or flirted with her by the locker, or stopped by with their crew and stood in the doorway to watch her during practice, I wanted to wring their little necks.

  And I could too. I’m six foot three and while I may not be playing ball professionally anymore, I’m still in the gym five days a week and it shows.

  But when I look down at her, eyes on me as I slide my cock in and out of her mouth, I feel like a fucking king.

  “That’s it, Miss Summers. Just like that. Open nice and wide and take the whole thing.”

  Her pussy is dripping wet, showing me just how much she’s loving this. Katie has always been good about following my directions during practice, and this is no different. Lessons in cocksucking. That’s how we’ll start. She’ll need more practice, and I’ll be there to coach her every step along the way.

  My cock is ready to burst. I can feel the cum inside me as my balls tighten. I’m going to cum so fucking hard. But not yet. There’s more I need to do to her.

  “Thank God you turned eighteen today,” I say. “I couldn’t wait any longer. You’ve seen me looking at you, haven’t you?”