The Coach

Literotic asexstories – The Coach by BID_erotica,BID_erotica
Alex Rivers, the star quarterback of the Lions college football team, felt the weight of his struggles both on and off the field. After a crucial loss, he approached Coach Stevens, seeking solace and guidance. “Coach, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t seem to focus, and it’s affecting my game,” Alex confessed, frustration evident in his voice.

Coach Stevens, a wise mentor, sensed that something deeper was troubling Alex and asked about his relationship with Rachel Lynn, a popular girl and the cheerleader captain. “You know, Alex, sometimes what happens off the field can affect what happens on it. What’s going on with you and Rachel?” Coach Stevens probed gently.

Alex hesitated before admitting, “We’ve been having a lot of arguments lately. It’s messing with my head, Coach. I can’t stop thinking about our fights, even during games.”

Coach Stevens was no stranger to the rumors about Rachel that were whispered throughout the school corridors. Her reputation as an insatiable slut was hard to ignore. Dating Alex, the quarterback known for his focused demeanor and steadfast character, had been a surprise that even the seasoned coach hadn’t anticipated. Yet, their relationship had endured throughout the season, and they appeared genuinely devoted to one another.

The coach had noticed how Rachel’s style had evolved since she started dating Alex. The once bold and audacious choices in clothing had, in some ways, been reined in. Her preference for form-fitting and revealing attire was still evident, but perhaps there was a hint of restraint now. But still, the coach couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly she filled out her cheerleading outfit, a garment that always seemed to be a size too small, molding itself to her athletic and curvaceous body.

The coach’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he reminisced about the subtle flirtations she offered throughout her conversations with him. The coach had also overheard the locker room banter among the players, their talk hinting at the changes Rachel’s newfound commitment to Alex had brought to the post-game celebrations which were no longer such raucous and affairs without her salacious presence.

Recognizing the significance of personal struggles in an athlete’s performance, Coach Stevens made a generous offer. “How about we talk to Rachel together? Maybe some counseling could help you two address these relationship issues,” he suggested.

Although apprehensive, Alex understood the importance of resolving his personal problems and agreed to the idea. They decided to have the discussion in the locker room, away from prying eyes, amid the echoes of past victories and discarded equipment. As they gathered, Coach Stevens set up chairs for an open conversation. Alex and the coach had just finished a training session, while Rachel arrived directly from cheerleading practice, still wearing her uniform.

In a calm and reassuring tone, Coach Stevens explained to Rachel that Alex had confided in him about their challenges. “Our goal is to improve communication between you two and find ways to support each other,” he said kindly.

Despite the awkward setting, Coach Stevens skillfully guided the conversation, drawing on his experience and insight to uncover the roots of their conflicts. Noticing Rachel’s hesitation and guarded behavior, and sensing that she was holding back her true feelings, the coach decided to address the issue directly.

Gently, Coach Stevens raised his concerns, “Rachel, it seems like you haven’t been completely honest with us about your feelings. To move forward, it’s important for both of you to express yourselves openly.”

Rachel glanced nervously at Alex before admitting her fear of judgment and making things worse. “I’m just afraid to say the wrong thing,” she confessed.

Reassuring her, Coach Stevens created a safe space for intimate discussions, expressing that he was not there to judge. Rachel’s eyes widened with surprise and apprehension as she gathered her thoughts. Finally, she mustered the courage to share her feelings. “I feel like things have become a bit dull with us, Alex. Sometimes, I find myself wishing for someone more assertive and dominant,” she admitted.

The revelation hung in the air, causing tension. Alex’s face showed a mix of shock, hurt, and confusion. “Am I not enough for you? Is that it?” he questioned, hurt evident in his voice.

Rachel quickly reassured him, “No, Alex! You are everything to me. My partner, my best friend. I love you deeply, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

However, she also mentioned unfulfilled needs, which visibly affected Alex. Coach Stevens intervened, emphasizing the importance of approaching the conversation with empathy and an open mind. He requested that Rachel clarify what she meant by being attracted to more assertive partners.

Rachel took a deep breath and bravely opened up. “It’s not about you not being good enough. I’m just naturally drawn to the ‘bad boy’ type who can make me feel and act in ways you can’t. It’s not a reflection on you as a person, but it’s about my desires,” she explained.

She continued, admitting that she sometimes watched pornography and was drawn to scenes of assertive men dominating young women like herself. “I can’t get these thoughts out of my head,” she added with a trembling voice.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Rachel confessed that in the past, she had been with men who satisfied her physical desires in a way she sometimes missed. “I enjoyed being purely a physical release for those selfish and macho men, even though they lacked emotional care,” she said, looking conflicted.

Rachel revealed her fear of seeking that feeling outside of their relationship and risking temptation elsewhere. “I don’t want to jeopardize what we have, Alex. I want to explore a physical connection with you that satisfies both my carnal desires and emotional needs,” she confessed.

Despite being taken aback, Alex spoke with determination, assuring Rachel of his profound love. “I love you, Rachel. I’m willing to learn and grow to be the one who fulfills your desires and satisfies you on all levels,” he said, his voice unwavering.

Coach Stevens stepped in. “I believe there’s an opportunity for growth here. If both of you are willing, I can provide guidance and support to help Alex develop these skills. However, it requires open communication, trust, and active participation from both of you. Are you both willing to embark on this journey together?”

Alex looked at Rachel, hoping for her agreement. After a moment of reflection, Rachel nodded, expressing her willingness to participate in the process to find a healthier balance and satisfy her desires.

Coach Stevens then suggested a simple act of affection to reinforce their bond–a sincere and tender kiss. “Show each other how much you care,” he said, encouragingly.

With gentle movements, Alex leaned in and softly kissed Rachel, conveying his love and affection for her. The kiss was filled with warmth and tenderness, expressing his genuine feelings.

When asked how the kiss made her feel, Rachel expressed a sense of warmth, connection, and feeling cherished. “But I want more than just affection, Alex. I want to feel your passion, and uncontrollable desire for me.” she admitted.

Coach Stevens proposed another attempt at a kiss, encouraging Alex to tap into his inner dominance. Despite his efforts, Alex remained inhibited and couldn’t fully embody the intensity Rachel longed for.

“Alex, it’s okay, offered Rachel supportively, “I appreciate your efforts and your willingness to explore this side of our relationship…..,” but she was cut off by Coach Stevens, standing face to face with her, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her roughly toward him.

Coach Stevens looked deeply into Rachel’s eyes, looked over to Alex, back to Rachel and then kissed her passionately and firmly as he maintained his grip on waist.

Rachel’s knees trembled, overwhelmed by a wave of desire and emotion, lost in the moment, completely captivated by the thrill and passion. She felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, mingled with profound arousal, momentarily forgetting that Alex was even in the same room.

As the coach released her from his clutch, Rachel turned immediately to Alex for reassurance and to gauge his anger. Coach Stevens also turned to Alex, whose eyes had widened in shock and disbelief. Mortified by the unexpected turn of events, he stood frozen, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing before him. He had trusted Coach Stevens to provide guidance and support, not expecting him to overstep boundaries so recklessly. The fact that Rachel didn’t resist left him feeling betrayed and devastated.

The dimly lit locker room seemed to hold its breath as Coach Stevens directed Rachel towards Alex, instructing him to replicate the passionate kiss. Alex’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and hurt swirling inside him. He took a deep breath, locking eyes with Rachel. In that moment, something changed within him, and he felt a newfound determination rising.

As he leaned in, his mind cleared, and he allowed his inhibitions to fade away. Drawing from the demonstration given by Coach Stevens, he kissed Rachel with intense fervor, mirroring the coach’s actions. Their embrace deepened, and his hands instinctively grasped her hair and waist, pulling her closer.

When the kiss finally ended, Coach Stevens turned to Rachel, his expression gentle yet probing. “Rachel, how was that for you?” he asked, his voice steady.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Rachel managed to find her voice. “It was… intense,” she replied, her cheeks flushed with both shock and arousal.

The coach nodded, acknowledging the depth of their feelings. “I commend both of you for your openness and willingness to challenge yourselves,” he said sincerely. “I understand this might have been uncomfortable, but it’s an important step in bringing you closer together.”

His words hung in the air, and he gave them a moment to process. Coach Stevens then asked the crucial question: “Do you trust me and believe that my intentions are aimed at building a stronger, more fulfilling relationship between you both? And are you willing to continue with these exercises, knowing it might get uncomfortable at times?”

Alex hesitated; the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. But he looked at Rachel, finding courage in her eyes, and spoke from his heart. “I trust you, Coach,” he said. “I might not fully understand everything, but I believe you want the best for us. I’m willing to continue and learn more about myself and our relationship.”

Rachel’s gaze never wavered from Coach Stevens. She took a deep breath, her voice resolute. “I trust you too,” she said. “I want to embark on this journey of self-discovery, and I know you understand what we need to grow together.”

Coach Stevens didn’t pause, he grabbed Rachel’s hair, pulling her head back until she was clearly in discomfort, before reaching around her narrow waist to grab her firm ass with his other hand, squeezing tightly and not letting go. “You like that, don’t you, Rachel?”.

Alex was astonished as she replied, “yes, Coach, that feels good,” before he kissed her once again.

This kiss was longer, and Rachel was clearly reciprocating eagerly, their tongues visible as they delved into each other’s mouths, biting each other’s lips as thin strands of saliva connected them momentarily. This time, as the separated, Rachel remained transfixed with the coach, not turning to Alex for reassurance or even acknowledging his presence.

The coach grabbed Rachel again, and she eagerly acquiesced to his physical domination, allowing him to spin her around and bend her over a large kit box to his left. She was utterly compliant, and he was able to effortlessly hold her wrists tightly behind her back with one muscular hand and use his other to lift her short skirt and spank her buttock sharply. His hand made a dull thud as it made contact with the thick material of Rachel’s cheerleader shorts, so the coach gathered them between her ass cheeks and struck her again. This time his large rough palm made direct contact with her smooth skin and created a fleshy slapping noise that preceded a squeal of surprise and then delight from Rachel.

Again, he pushed Rachel back toward Alex and instructed him to repeat his actions. Alex did his best, determined to satisfy the woman he loved and impress the coach he admired, but he remained uptight and despite his best intentions was unable to deliver a sufficiently stinging slap on Rachel’s full round ass to satisfy her.

“I’m sorry, Rachel,” Alex murmured, his disappointment and frustration evident in his voice. He gently pulled away from her, disengaging from the exercise. “I can’t do this. It just doesn’t feel right to me.”

“Are you sure?” asked he coach as he grabbed Rachel, bent her over again and repeatedly slapped her reddening bottom. “It’s fun, and you can see that she enjoys it.”

Turning to Coach Stevens, feeling like he had let him down, Alex stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Coach Stevens. I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around this whole idea.” He expressed genuine concern as he continued, “I was raised to believe that women should be treated delicately, as precious things who need to be nurtured and protected. It goes against everything I’ve been taught to disrespect or manhandle Rachel in any way.”

Coach Stevens understood Alex’s distress and feelings of inadequacy. He moved closer to Alex, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Alex, nobody is asking you to do anything that Rachel isn’t desperate to experience, but I know this process can be challenging and overwhelming at times.”

Alex shook his head in shock and confusion, but undeterred, Coach Stevens proposed a different approach to the session. “How about this? We can continue the coaching session with Rachel, and you can take on the role of an observer. By watching, you can gain valuable insights and learn from observing how Rachel responds to different exercises and interactions. It will provide you with different perspectives and ideas to incorporate into your own growth process.”

Rachel stared at Alex, nodding her head, her eyes pleading for them to continue. “I think we both need this, Alex. I am convinced it will strengthen our relationship.”

“Ok,” began the coach, breathing out heavily. “I want you to watch carefully, Alex, as I show you what I think Rachel is missing in your relationship.”

“Rachel, what is it that you desire from the remainder of this session? Do you have any specific ideas or preferences for our next exercise?” asked the coach.

Rachel took a moment to collect her thoughts, appreciating the coach’s genuine interest in her desires and needs. She paused, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of contemplation and determination. “Coach,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with a sense of longing, “I’m tired of always having to initiate and guide sex with Alex,” Rachel admitted with a hint of exasperation. “I want someone to take charge with only their pleasure in mind. I want to be used, with no regard for my own enjoyment or comfort. Alex knows how to make love to me; you need to teach him how to fuck me.”

“Rachel,” replied the coach kindly, “I am not sure you are experienced enough to understand what you are asking for.”

“I know what I am asking for and I know this is what I want.”

The thought of being granted such freedom to enjoy her tight athletic body, without limits or consideration for her needs, stirred a mixture of excitement and raw carnality within him, but he continued to maintain a professional tone despite already crossing any appropriate boundary.

Rachel’s gaze held a glint of determination as she met his eyes, her voice unwavering. “Coach, I understand your concerns, but this is a controlled environment, and I know I am capable of more than I have so far experienced. I want you to push me to the edge, test my limits, and see what I am truly capable of. Scratches and bruises are just battle scars that tell a story.”

As Rachel shared her expectations for the next exercises, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense and edgy. Rachel’s voice trembled with anticipation, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The coach keenly sensed the charged energy emanating from Rachel, recognizing her growing arousal.

In a calculated move, the coach decided to shift his approach, dropping the quiet assurance that characterized his previous demeanor and adopting a more authoritative tone. Despite his increasing directness, the coach remained calm and reassuring throughout, even as his words became more explicit and challenging.

Leaning closer to Rachel, the coach fixed his gaze on her, his eyes piercing and commanding. His voice resonated with a newfound intensity as he addressed her directly, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. He placed his hand around her neck in a threatening manner, staring into Rachel’s eyes to judge if she really was as ready as she thought.

The bulge growing in his tight shorts gave Rachel the clear signal that she would soon get just what she wanted. Her face hardened, a stubborn determination etched across her features. “Coach, I appreciate your concern, but I’m willing to take responsibility for the consequences. I want and deserve to be fucked hard. I trust you to be the man who gives me what I crave and teach Alex in the process.”

The coach met her unwavering gaze, the spark of adventure mirrored in his eyes. With a nod, he finally relented. “Alright, Rachel. Let’s see if you really are the dirty little fuck toy you think you are.”

“Alex, is Rachel a good cock sucker?” the coach inquired.

Alex shrugged, uncertainty on his face. “I have no idea. She’s often offered to please me with her mouth, but I’ve always declined. I just… I think it’s kind of demeaning and unladylike for her to be doing that.”

Rachel, standing nearby, looked crestfallen but determined. She nodded sadly and spoke up, “I do love to suck cock. It’s something I’m really passionate about, and it hurts not having the chance to share that passion with anyone.”

The coach met Rachel’s gaze, recognizing her longing to showcase her skills.

Rachel dropped to her knees in a desperate show. “Let me suck your cock, and to prove Alex that it’s an expression of love and creativity.”

“Alright, Rachel,” the coach said, lowering the zip on his shorts. “Let’s start there.”

Rachel couldn’t contain her excitement as the coach wrestled his large cock from the confines of his shorts. She was truly mesmerized by its beauty and size. Unable to contain herself, she enthusiastically showered it with compliments. “Oh, my goodness! Your cock is absolutely stunning! It’s so beautiful, long, thick, and so hard! It’s honestly the most handsome cock I’ve ever seen!”

The coach’s face lit up with pride as he listened to Rachel’s compliments. He appreciated her genuine admiration for his notable tool. However, nearby, Alex, blinded with jealousy, couldn’t believe his ears. Hearing Rachel’s enthusiastic praise only served to reinforce his own cocks’ inferiority.

“Let’s be frank with each other and challenge ourselves to be as open and honest as possible,” Coach Stevens began as he leaned against the locker room wall, his eyes moving between Rachel and Alex, seemingly unperturbed by his erect penis being on show. “How does it compare to Alex’s cock?”

A playful smile graced Rachel’s lips as she glanced at Alex before responding. “I love Alex’s cock,” she affirmed, her voice carrying a genuine affection. “It has its own charm, you know, and it’s reliable.”

Coach Stevens nodded, acknowledging her sentiment. “But,” he prompted, “it isn’t as big or as impressive as mine, is it?”

Rachel’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and sincerity. “No, it isn’t,” she conceded, the truth slipping from her lips.

The coach’s lips curved into a thoughtful smile. “And is that important to you?” he inquired, his gaze unyielding but gentle.

Rachel’s gaze shifted from Coach Stevens to Alex, a flicker of apprehension dancing in her eyes. She took a moment before responding, her voice measured and composed. “Very,” she admitted, her admission hanging in the air. “I need a big, thick cock to fully satisfy me.”

Alex’s expression shifted from surprise to a deep sense of disappointment, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions that had been stirred by Rachel’s candid words. He had thought he understood her well, but this glimpse into her desires unveiled a layer he hadn’t anticipated.

Rachel, on the other hand, was like a moth drawn to a flame, her focus now fully absorbed by Coach Stevens’ cock. There was an undeniable intensity to the air–the kind that hangs heavy with unspoken implications and the thrill of uncharted territories.

Rachel parted her lips invitingly and the coach accepted her invitation, sliding his fully erect cock into her mouth and not stopping until he was deep in her throat, and she was able to tease his balls with her extended tongue.

As Rachel poured her energy into deep throating the coach’s cock, her eyes watered, and her throat bulged from the exertion. Despite the strain, she maintained respectful eye contact, seeking his approval and validation, much like an obedient puppy yearning for praise.

The coach was impressed by her capacity and determination, but she had specifically demanded his brutality, so he grabbed her head and refused to let her release his cock, forcing her to sustain the choking deep throating for a few moments longer. Though it required great effort, Rachel persevered, determined to meet the coach’s expectations.

Rachel, struggling to breath, pulled away, releasing the coach’s mucus covered cock. She took a deep breath, coughing several times from the exertion. In response, the coach slapped her face sharply and made clear that he would determine when she could release his cock.

Again, the coach forced his cock deep into Rachel’s throat, repeating the slap each time she had the impertinence to need to breath.

As the rigorous repetitions continued, tears began to roll down Rachel’s face, smearing her mascara. The physical and emotional strain took its toll, yet she remained steadfast, driven by the desire to please the coach and demonstrate her unwavering dedication.

Turning towards Alex, the coach asked, “Alex, aren’t you proud of your girlfriend? Because you should be.”

Alex’s shock was palpable. The unexpected question caught him off guard, leaving him unable to form a coherent response. Appalled to even be asked such a question in these circumstances, he felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. After a tense pause, he finally managed to reply, albeit with a hint of hesitation, “I guess so.”

The coach smiled, grabbed Rachel by the throat and forced her back down onto his cock, rapidly fucking her mouth as she choked and gagged. Saliva spat out in long thick strings from her violated mouth, but the coach was relentless, pausing only to occasionally slap her across the cheek and spit in her face.

No one had ever spat on Rachel before, and the shock momentarily stunned her, but her surprise was soon replaced by excitement and appreciation for the coach’s commitment to humiliate and demean her as she craved. Coach Stevens’ saliva streamed into Rachel’s own thick mucus that ran down her chin and onto her increasingly soaked cheerleading uniform. As she continued to deep throat his prodigious cock, frequently gagging and choking, he continued to spit on her, calling her a slut and a bitch as he did, and occasionally pulling his dick away so he could spit directly into her mouth.

Seated upon the bench, the coach extended a beckoning gesture to Rachel, who responded by crawling towards him on her knees. Eagerly, she enveloped the coach’s cock, her oral prowess encompassing its entirety, down to the very base. Concurrently, he ensnared her in an unyielding grip, his robust, sinewy legs encircling her head, compelling her into a deeper embrace. The powerful hold immobilized her, rendering her struggles futile and defenceless against its commanding grasp.

“You should let this little slut suck your cock,” advised the coach to Alex. “Trust me, you have no idea what you’re missing.”

However, Alex recoiled at the idea, his discomfort amusing the coach.

Rachel, with the coach’s cock deep in her throat caught sight of Alex’s hesitance and the internal struggle playing out on his face. Though unable to speak, her tear-filled eyes communicated a plea for him to reconsider, as she hoped Alex would take the coach’s advice and let her submit to him like this. However, despite Rachel’s unspoken plea, Alex remained steadfast in his refusal.

If Alex wasn’t going to accept the invitation, the coach was determined to make full use of the dirty bitch himself.

“On your back, slut,” ordered the coach, pointing at the bench, his tone remaining gentle and even, despite the forcefulness of his instruction and use of degrading language.

Rachel followed the coach’s instructions diligently and watched expectantly as the coach removed his shorts and straddled the bench with his crotch hovering above Rachel’s eager face. Slowly he lowered himself, squatting down until his balls brushed Rachel’s nose and then fell into her open receptive mouth. With an expertise that belied her youth, she sucked, kissed and fondled the coach’s balls with her lips and tongue as he made appreciative moans of pleasure.

With his balls in her mouth, and facing Rachel’s feet, the coach was able to reach into her panties and play with hot moist cunt, causing her to buck and shudder with pleasure until, without warning, he withdrew his balls from her mouth and his fingers from inside her pussy, and slapped her vulva hard through her underwear.

As Rachel writhed in discomfort, Coach Stevens reached back, pulled his buttocks apart and sat back down on Rachel’s face with his anus now positioned over her mouth. Obediently and without hesitation, Rachel extended her tongue toward his asshole, enthusiastically licking and teasing his ring as the coach continued to alternate between fingering her pussy and spanking her vulva.

Rachel bravely spread her legs as wide as she could, eager for the coach to continue to play with her cunt, fully aware that the broader she splayed her legs, the more stinging the slaps felt on her clit. Eventually the coach stopped spanking Rachel’s pussy long enough for her to cum, her first orgasm of the session, but certainly not the last. In fact, the coach intensified his exploration of her twat, his fingers delving deeper as his rhythm and force increased until she violently squirted and climaxed again.

The locker room was momentarily filled with a mix of surprise and excitement as Rachel exclaimed, “Oh my god, I’ve never done that before!”

Coach Stevens smiled proudly and before long, was able to stimulate the eruption of a second jet from between Rachel’s legs, showering the floor with an unexpected fountain. The coach’s expression shifted to one of mild surprise, and his gaze quickly moved to the spreading pool of liquid.

“Alex,” Coach’s voice held an authoritative tone, “can you find a towel and wipe that up? We don’t want anyone slipping in that puddle and getting injured.” Alex’s eyes scanned the room, momentarily unsure of where to locate a towel.

Reassurance came from the coach himself. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone calm, “you can use Rachel’s uniform.” The suggestion, delivered with a hint of amusement, prompted Rachel’s immediate cooperation. She gracefully sat up, and with a swift motion, she lifted the dress over her head and handed it to Alex, a playful glint in her eyes.

“And the bra, slut,” ordered the coach.

Now clad in only her long knickerbocker socks and shoes. Rachel reclined back on the bench with an inviting expression. The coach took his place once again, spreading his butt and offering her his anus for a second time.

Rachel’s tongue delved deeper into the coach’s asshole as he repeatedly ground his anus into her face and used his ass cheeks to restrict her breathing. Each time she struggled frantically until he lifted himself up so she could gasp for air.

With her tits now exposed, the coach was able to turn part of his attention toward them. The breasts emanated an irresistible firmness and captivating perkiness, as if defying gravity itself. This allure extended an invitation he eagerly embraced, slapping, and spanking them with increasing intensity that mirrored his earlier treatment of her pert ass. A warm flush of red blossomed across the breasts, leaving behind marks that would darken into light bruises the following day. Yet Rachel’s dedication to servicing the coach’s asshole with her tongue remained unwavering.

With a deft mastery, the coach’s fingers caressed her nipples, before he transitioned to gentle sucking, artful nibbling, and tantalizing biting. The nipples responded keenly to his skilled touch, becoming erect between his lips. In response to Rachel’s unspoken yearnings, the coach’s touch intensified, adeptly intertwining pleasure and a hint of exquisite pain.

The rimming, tea-bagging and tit slapping were only temporary distractions from the cock sucking, which the coach reinitiated by dragging Rachel to the end of the bench, her head hanging down backwards, and roughly returning to fucking her mouth.

In this position, Rachel was practically immobilized and little more than a piece of meat for the coach to orally abuse at will. He was able to thrust deeper into her throat and amplify the volume of saliva and mucus that continued to spill out of her mouth and ran down over her nose and eyes until it collected in her soggy matted hair.

The coach acknowledged her efforts with a final volley of smacks to her face which made a loud slapping sound, accentuated by the state of Rachel’s wet sticky skin as she gave a triumphant smile, knowing that her hard work was appreciated.

“Could you see yourself learning to do that for Rachel?” The coach’s question hung in the air, poised like a challenge yet laden with understanding. But Alex found himself ensnared in a web of thoughts, unable to untangle his feelings into coherent words.

The silence spoke volumes, Alex’s inner conflict etched across his face. He felt trapped in a tug-of-war between his beliefs and his affection for Rachel. Her response was swift and resolute, an anchor in the midst of uncertainty. “Alex, I have faith in you,” she interjected, her voice a soothing balm. “It would mean the world to me.”

As Alex stared at Rachel, losing sight of her beauty, confused by her spit covered face, reddened skin and smeared makeup, he finally mustered his voice. His response was laden with his own inner struggle, a mix of hesitation and vulnerability. He shook his head slightly, avoiding direct eye contact with either Rachel or the coach. “I just can’t wrap my head around why you’d encourage him to degrade and shame you like this,” he muttered.

Rachel’s gaze held a combination of understanding and hurt. She met Alex’s words with a gentle rebuttal, her voice carrying a tinge of disappointment. “Alex, you’re the only one who’s making me feel judged or ashamed,” she responded, her honesty a plea for empathy.

Alex’s brows furrowed in consternation. His frustration with the situation was evident, yet beneath it all, his concern for Rachel shone through. “I just can’t fathom why you’d willingly put yourself in a position like this,” he continued, his voice tinged with both confusion and a hint of protective instinct. “I can’t believe anyone could truly enjoy it.”

Coach Stevens took the initiative at this point, bending Rachel over and pulling down her underwear. The coach briefly inspected the gusset and handed it over to Alex, his intent crystal clear as he pointed at the unmistakable damp patch–a reminder of Rachel’s undeniable enjoyment, orgasms and squirting.

“Breath in the aroma,” urged the coach toward Alex, a touch of amusement in his voice. “Rachel’s enjoyment is right there, in the wetness and scent.”

“It’s not right,” Alex’s discontent was evident. “It’s not right for you to treat her like this, and it’s not right that she desires and enjoys it so much.”

“Are you angry and disappointed with her, Alex?” asked the coach.

“Yes,” Alex’s response carried a mournful tone. “Very angry and upset.”

“Then take off your belt,” instructed Coach Stevens firmly. “Take it off and punish her.”

Alex didn’t react, but Coach’s tone remained resolute. “Take off your belt, Alex.”

Reluctantly, Alex unclasped his belt from around his jeans and slid it out of the loops.

Coach Stevens then turned Rachel’s back toward him and bent her over, exposing her ample backside to Alex and his belt. Despite feeling betrayed and disgusted by Rachel’s actions, Alex found himself unable and unwilling to punish the young woman he loved, the challenge to his respect for her too great.

“Allow me to assist you, Alex,” offered the coach, using one hand to hold Rachel’s hands behind her back while employing the other to spank her with the belt.

The coach administered the belt with unyielding determination, each strike finding its mark on Rachel’s backside. The repeated impacts turned her flesh a deep shade of red, eventually giving rise to welts that adorned both of her cheeks. Alex averted his gaze, unable to bear the sight, as Rachel involuntarily winced with each stinging blow. Amidst the searing pain, her voice trembled yet resolute, uttering a heartfelt “thank you” that mingled with her plea for the intensity to escalate further.

With a mocking tone, the coach finally shifted his attention to Alex, inquiring, “Have you seen enough, or shall I continue her punishment?”

“Please, just stop,” Alex pleased, his desperation palpable.

The coach took a moment, then looped the belt around Rachel’s neck, an unsettling twist to the scene. His hand then moved swiftly, delivering several sharp slaps across her cheeks before he turned back to Alex, the implication hanging heavy in the air.

Alex’s gaze remained transfixed, a disturbing blend of concern and discomfort, as he watched the coach’s actions unfold. The belt tightened around Rachel’s neck, her face shifting to crimson and then to a haunting shade of purple. The veins on the side of her head strained against her skin, a distressing testament to the pressure applied. Eventually, her hands rose toward the belt, an instinctive reaction quashed by the coach’s stern command to “put your hands behind your back.” Her compliance was immediate, her hands finding their place obediently.

The coach’s grip on the belt remained unyielding as his other hand embarked on a series of spanks and slaps that echoed throughout the room. Each strike was met with an unrelenting tension on the strap, a relentless reminder of her predicament. Rachel’s breasts, face, and bottom were the target of his spiteful attention, the coach’s precision disturbingly evident.

As the moments stretched on, Rachel’s legs faltered, her strength finally waning. In response, the coach released the belt, allowing her to draw a dramatic gasp for air and her pallor to slowly return to normalcy. His words, a mix of praise and approval, sliced through the tense atmosphere. “Well done, Rachel,” Coach Stevens commended, his voice carrying an almost unsettling admiration. “Very impressive!”

The coach’s lips met Rachel’s in a tender kiss, an intimate moment amid the tumultuous emotions. As emotions surged within her, a few tears traced their way down her cheeks.

“We ought to establish a safety word, perhaps, Rachel?” the coach’s voice suggested, his words a curious blend of concern and control. But before she could respond, the belt constricted again, and the disturbing sequence was repeated twice more, a macabre dance of power and submission. Each instance, he held her within the tightening grip of the belt, only releasing his hold as her legs finally gave way.

On the fourth occurrence, Rachel was allowed to drop to her knees, the tension on the belt maintained, yet loosened just enough to allow a semblance of movement. In this vulnerable posture, he forced his cock back into her mouth, a twisted form of intimacy amidst the complex dynamics at play.

“Alex,” commanded the coach, “go to my office, and fetch the box of condoms from the top drawer of my desk. It’s time to move on to the next exercise.”

In his flustered state, Alex nodded and hurriedly left the locker room, desperate for some rest bite, but unknowingly leaving the door unlocked.

Upon his return, the scene was not what he anticipated. Rachel was bent over a kit bin and Coach Stevens was fucking her from behind, condoms forgotten. Rachel’s face was still smeared with filth as she urged the coach to fuck her harder and faster. If that scene was not sufficient to daze Alex, the presence of Brad and Jay, his football buddies, watching the scene unfold with unabashed enthusiasm, certainly was.

“Stick it to her, coach,” urged Brad.

“Destroy the little whore,” added Jay.

As Alex looked around, trying to make sense of the situation, Rachel climaxed loudly and intensely as the coach frantically pounded away on her.

“How is she, coach?” asked Brad.

“Tight,” groaned the coach in response, performatively slapping her ass for the benefit of Alex’s watching teammates.

Coach Stevens offered Alex a partial explanation for the unexpected audience, his tone dismissive and accusing. “You forgot to lock the door, Alex,” he explained. “Brad and Jay wandered in.”

Brad, ever the joker, couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire. “No need to fret, Alex. We’ve seen her in this position before.”

Laughter rippled, though Alex’s eyes blazed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Rachel smiled at Brad and Jay, a shared joke evident in her eyes–an unspoken connection that left Alex in the dark.

“Don’t make me laugh, Brad,” replied Rachel, her eyes rolling back and her tongue protruding from her open mouth. “This feels soooo good!”

Jay didn’t want to be left out of the fun and joked, “Coach, Brad and I are up for this. Put us in the game!”

Coach Stevens’ voice cut through the locker room’s charged air, his words a promise of future glory. “Not this game, boys,” he declared, “but trust me, I’ve got plans to get you off the bench and into the action soon enough.”

Amidst the mocking energy, Rachel’s voice rose like a crescendo, her eyes locking onto the coach’s. “You can count me in too,” she proclaimed with fire in her eyes. “One day, I want to try out for the whole team!”

As Rachel’s declaration hung in the air, Coach Stevens clarified the purpose of the scene that Jay and Brad had stumbled into, his words a beacon of understanding. “Today is just a demonstration game for Alex’s benefit,” he explained.

A tempest brewed in the depths of Alex’s eyes; an undeniable maelstrom of emotions etched onto his face. The air around him crackled with the intensity of his anger, palpable and potent. His jaw gritted, knuckles turned white from the force of his clenched fists, and his entire demeanor a fierce silent storm that demanded attention. Even Brad and Jay, swept up in the rush of the moment, could feel the storm clouds amassing in Alex’s gaze.

In that charged atmosphere, Brad exchanged a knowing glance with Jay. No words were necessary; the unspoken understanding was crystal clear. It was time to withdraw, to step away from the brewing tempest before it erupted and engulfed them too.

As Brad and Jay made their hasty exit, Alex grappled with a surge of humiliation that threatened to drown him. The full weight of his vulnerability settled heavily upon his shoulders, and the bitter truth sank in. The tales of this experience would soon echo through the campus, amplifying his inner turmoil and shame.