Sexually Assaulting the New Coach
A 33-year-old wrestling coach named Mr. Barrett stands at 5'10" with a slim physique. He has short black hair, a well-groomed beard, and mustache, bringing out his angular jawline. It's 10 p.m. on a Tuesday night, and Mr. Barrett's in the gym, jumping rope in his basketball trunks and Nike shoes, dripping sweat from his chiseled shoulders, bare chest, and toned abs.
Amy, a cheerleader, is 18 years old and has long black hair. Her close friend, Jen, is 18 as well, with blonde locks. Both have wide hips - Amy at 34-22-32 and Jen at 32-24-32. They wait in the women's locker room after wrestling practice, observing Mr. Barrett's workout.
Mr. Barrett continues jogging, the sweat from his forehead and face now more pronounced. He grabs his watch, wipes away the sweat, then jumps rope again.
Jen questions, "For how long have you been watching this guy?"
Amy confirms, "Since he joined this school."
Jen proposes, "He must have a girlfriend."
Amy clarifies, "Actually, he's divorced with two children. The PE teacher is also interested in him."
Jen laughs, "Is it Miss Jones? She looks fragile and bony."
Amy notes, "Well, he owns a black Trans-Am with white fur-covered seats."
Jen inquires, "How can we get his attention?"
Amy remembers, "Do you remember what we did to get that senior wrestler's attention? Matt?"
Both chuckle at the memory.
It's a Monday night in the empty gym parking lot. Only a few cars and a broken-down truck are there. Amy parks her Toyota beside another vehicle. They both gaze at the north side of the lot.
Amy excitedly states, "That's Mr. Barrett's Trans-Am. See it?"
Jen agrees, "I do."
Amy reveals, "I've followed him. He always parks there."
"What's he up to?" Jen eagerly asks.
Amy offers, "Let's look around the truck to see."
They quietly open their gates and walk to the north side of the lot. The dimmed streetlight nearly obscures the parking lot. They approach the black Trans-Am, walking to its side. The passenger door is jammed.
The windows of the car are fogged up.
Jen whispers, "Someone's in there."
Amy responds, "Yes. Do you hear the noises?"
They both move behind the Trans-Am to the driver's side. The driver's window is completely fogged from the inside. The driver's seat has been pulled back. A woman's leg presses against the window.
They see Mr. Barrett's back through the window, his buttocks swinging in motion.
Amy whispers, "Oh my goodness. He's having sex."
Jen is surprised, "I didn't know anyone else got to him first."
They stay silent, peeking through the side of the truck as they listen to the woman's moans of pleasure.
The woman bumps the window with her knee periodically.
Amy comments appreciatively, "He has a beautiful ass."
Jen murmurs, "I agree."
After some time, Mr. Barrett's voice is heard. "Are you okay? I'm finishing up."
The woman responds, "Yes-Oh-Yes."
Mr. Barrett resumes his activity, his buttocks swinging more rapidly.
The woman screams, "Ohh-Ohhhh.. Ohh-Mr. Barrett... B-Barrett... Uhh-Ohh-Uhhh-Ohhhh."
Jen and Amy watch intently.
Her knee hits the window as she experiences a climax.
"Mr. Barrett, are you okay?" the woman asks.
He continues, "Yes, I'll be done soon."
Mr. Barrett's buttocks pull apart as he speeds up.
The woman screams again, "Oh-Ohh-Oh-My-Gawd... Feels-So-Good... Good-Good."
Her body jerks in post-climax.
Amy remarks, "He's really reducing his speed."
Jen replies, "I guess he's nearing completion."
After a few moments, Mr. Barrett calmly says, "We're almost done."
The woman responds, "Okay."
Amy and Jen leave the scene, both still admiring the coach's physical attributes.
All of a sudden, a beam of light pierces the darkness of the parking lot. Amy and Jen turn their heads in the direction of the south end, where they see a security truck trundling along the road just outside the parking lot.
Amy grabs Jenny's arm, pulling her towards the back of the truck. Crouching down, they peer out at the vehicle as it passes by, thankful that it doesn't venture into the parking lot.
"I think it's just driving by," Amy whispers.
The security truck continues up the street, eventually disappearing from their line of sight.
"Let's go," Amy urges. "We don't want to get caught spying."
"Do you know who that woman sounded like?" Jen asks.
Shaking her head, Amy responds, "No."
Jen replies, "That was Miss Jones, our P.E. teacher. I'm positive."
They begin to make their way towards Amy's vehicle.
On Thursday night, after the wrestling practice, approximately 10 p.m., Coach Barrett can be seen jump roping in the gym. Amy and Jen enter the gym in their cheerleader uniforms. The coach notices them.
They perform a cheer, bouncing up and down wildly, their skirts riding high, ostensibly revealing that they're wearing no underwear. Their hair flows loose around their faces.
Coach Barrett mumbles, "Goddamnit."
The following Friday, in the hallway of the school, Coach Barrett stands against the wall, clad in his sport sweats. Students pass by, ignoring the coach. As Amy rounds the corner, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she notices his presence.
"Hey, Amy," the coach greets her.
"Hello, Mr. Barrett," she responds.
He says, "I'll collect you both from outside the gym after Saturday's wrestling meet. Wear your cheerleader outfits, without anything underneath."
Amy asks, "In your Trans-Am?"
"Yes, of course," he answers.
On Saturday night, at approximately 11:00 p.m., the parking lot of the high school gym is illuminated by the pale moonlight. Coach Barrett's white Trans-Am is parked next to the broken-down truck, its engine switched off. Jen sits in the passenger seat, while Amy occupies the back. Their cheerleader uniforms were chosen to match this evening's tableau.
"I bribed the security team," he says, "They won't be any bother."
"This interior is stunning," Amy admires.
"Thank you," he replies. "I clean the covers every week."
The coach reaches under the driver's seat and strikes the lever to the left. The seat goes back, creating more leg room. He then presses the ceililing, activating the blue light.
Coach Barrett removes his T-shirt, revealing his bare chest and muscled shoulders.
"Jen, do you wish to start things off?" he suggests.
His hand reaches beneath the front passenger seat, pulling the lever to the left. He pushes the seat back, causing it to land on the back seat.
Jen rolls onto her back in the driver's seat, her legs spread wide, exposing her blonde pubic hair. Her legs outstretched, she removes her top, revealing her tiny breasts and pink nipples.
Amy hops into the front passenger seat. She cups his manhood in her right hand. He leans towards Jen, placing his right hand on her left breast. His left hand grips his erection, steering his cockhead into Jen's vagina.
"I'm going to be gentle and deep," he murmurs.
"Alright, Mr. Barrett," Jen responds.
Jen's hands grab his shoulders, as he eases his cock into her vagina. His buttocks push against the steering wheel as his buttocks bounce up and down, with increasing speed.
"Unnhh... Unnnnh... Unnnhh... Coach... Unnnnh," Jen moans.
Amy claps her hands onto his buttocks, providing support as they maintain their rhythm.
Thrust... Thrust... Thrust... Thrust... Thrust...
Jen howls, "Unnhh... Unnnnhh... Unnnnh... It's so good... So deep..."
He increases the pace, and his buttocks rapidly bounce up and down.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
"Unnhh... Unnnnhh... Unnnnh... So good..." she repeats.
He continues to thrust faster, pushing his shaft deep within her vagina.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
Jen crashes into an orgasm, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
Amy climbs into the back seat.
Though her enthusiasm may have waned, Amy is ready for her turn behind the wheel.
She responds, "Mmhmm. Trainer. Mmhmm. Mmhmmm."
Her body wriggles under his weight, and her legs start to tremble.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
Jen cries out, "Trainer.. Trainer.. It's Near.. Right There."
He halts, as an orgasm takes over her body. Both legs convulse.
"Mmhmm. Mmmmmmm. Mmh-Trainer. You-Covered-It," she says.
Barrett sluggishly draws out his penis and lifts up on his arms. His buttocks press against the steering wheel again. His solid shaft sways in the air.
Jen recedes from the intense orgasm, panting heavily. She says, "Mmhmm. Trainer. That was so darn good. Good."
He responds, "Jen darling. Slide into the back seat. It's Amy's turn."
Jen nods, slowly rolls over and relocates to the rear. His left hand strikes her behind.
Slap.!!!
Trainer watches Amy, "Doggystyle, dear."
"Positive, trainer," she replies and crawls across the driver seat. Her attire rises, revealing her behind.
His left hand pries apart both her legs. He smiles at her dark bush. His left hand slides over that thick hair and the fingertips find her lips.
He says, "I bet you're equally tight too, dear."
Amy chuckles.
His left hand closes around his penis and the right-hand takes hold of her right hip. His penis-tip lubricates her pussy lips, and he gradually penetrates her. His thickness reaches halfway and the left-hand pinches her left hip.
"Ohhhhh-Shit... Trainer," Amy says.
He retorts, "Right. Fucking-Tight."
His hands pull back those hips, and his penis delves deep within her tight cunt. He leans over her body and deposits his right-hand on the seat. The left-hand encircles her abdomen. His right cheekbone presses against her left cheek.
Trainer pushes into her taut cunt. His black groin touches her buttocks.
Push-Push-Push-Push.
Amy closes her eyes, "Damn. Trainer. You're -So-Big... Big."
Drops of sweat bud on his forehead.
Push-Push-Push-Push-Push.
Jen inquires, "Do you go deep, doesn't he?"
Amy affirms, "Yes-Yes. Fucking-Deep. So-Fucking-Deep."
His left hand fastens her abdomen firmly.
Push-Push-Push-Push.
"Ohhhh-Shit.. Trainer.. Shit.. I-Love-It. Like-It," Amys yells.
Trainer grunts, "Amy. You'll make me ejaculate."
Push-Push-Push-Push-Push.
She responds, "All right-All right.. Shit.. It-Feels-Good.. So-Damn-Good."
Push-Push-Push.
Trainer grunts even more, "I'm almost there baby. Very Near."
He pushes hard a few more times clutching her abdomen. He then ejaculates, "Uh-Uuuuuuuuuhhh.. Uuuuuuuuuhh.. Uuuuhh-Fuuuuckk.. Fuck. Me.. Fuck."
Amy mutters, "Trainer. Stay inside me. Stay inside."
He responds, "Sure. You hot tight girls make me cum quickly. That's a positive thing."
The both breathe hard as his lips press against her cheek. His left arm still grips her abdomen firmly.
Jen leans over and interlaces her lips with his.
She says, "We fucked the new trainer."
