Jennifer Ames - Wet and Ready

"Go ahead and dismiss the rest of them," Coach Martin said. "We'll call it a day."

I was checking Carter out, making sure that there wasn't a real injury masking itself as a cramp, when I noticed that Coach Martin hadn't moved yet. The younger coach was halfway across the pool, swimming steadily and smoothly toward the rest of the team, but the head coach was still in the water below me.

Then I looked over at him. The bald spot on he top of his head was as red as the rest of his face. His eyes didn't meet mine. He was looking lower, much lower. At first, I couldn't figure out what was holding his attention so fervently.

Then I remembered that I'd tossed my panties under the desk before running out to the pool.

Coach Martin was staring right up under my nursing uniform. My legs were parted to hold my balance as I squatted at the side of the pool, and he was staring right up into the slippery gash of my wide-open, wet pussy. I knew my pussy was probably as hot and wet and feverish as my orgasm was only seconds earlier.

Coach Martin was staring right at my swollen, wet pussy, and there was absolutely nothing I could say or do. Finally, he looked up, locking onto my eyes. I saw immediately that he was embarrassed, and also embarrassed myself, I started to cover up. Then I changed my mind. I'd liked it when the three men were looking at me earlier and this was an even better look. It was up close and personal, and it made me feel sexy and bold.

I squatted a little deeper, opening my thighs further apart. His eyes dropped between my legs again, not moving a muscle. "What do you think, Coach?" I asked.

"I, uh," he stammered, tearing his eyes from my snatch. "Let's uuuh, yeah. Let's see if he can stand."

The coach came up out of the pool in one rush. He stood at my side and together, we got the young man upright. As he put weight on his right side, the muscle cramped up again tightly. "Whirlpool," said Coach Martin.

He pointed at two of the younger swimmers and told them to help Carter into the training room. Just before he walked away, I got a good look at Coach Martin's crotch, and saw that his prick was making a tent in his long swimming trunks.

"Make sure that he checks with me before you let him go, Coach," I said. "I want to examine him, just in case."

"He needs 20 minutes in the whirlpool, first," he said, his eyes avoiding mine.

"Fine," I said, wondering why he looked away. "I'll wait in my office. You come get me when you're ready."

I went back to my office, and by the time the younger coach came in and told me that they were ready to leave, I was furious. I didn't know why Coach Martin had acted like that. I didn't flash my pussy on purpose, and he didn't have to look as if he found it so disgusting.

"Fine," I told Billy Robertson. "I'll be right in the training room."

Carter was still sitting in the whirlpool when I arrived. The timer said that he had five minutes to go. We were alone, and I got up and locked the outside door because whenever staff was at the swimming facility after hours, that's what I was supposed to do.

The young man talked to me as we waited. Carter was the long-distance specialist on he swimming team, and seemed embarrassed about during practice. We talked about it until the timer went off. He wanted to go back to the dorm, but I insisted on checking out his leg first.

"Out," I ordered. "I'm not going to release you for practice until I'm sure you're all right." "I don't have anything on," he finally said. I handed him a towel, turning my back as he climbed out and covered his waist. He toweled off quickly and wrapped the damp towel around him, certain he was safe from my gaze. But I had cheated. I watched his reflection in one of the mirrors over the sinks. When he crawled out of the whirlpool, his prick was stiff as a board. He tried to hide it from me, but I got a look when he turned to wrap the towel. Yes. I'd been right. Big and hard, just as I was learning to appreciate.

It was as if I'd developed a radar for hard-ons now that I was no longer a virgin. Everywhere I turned, I saw men with boners. I waited until he was covered, then turned and walked out of the training room.

Carter followed me back to the nurses station. I closed my door securely behind us, making sure that we wouldn't be disturbed, and he hopped up on the examination table. When I started checking out his leg, I felt my pussy start to dampen again. "Where does it hurt?" I asked. "Up high on the inside," he said.

I checked, already knowing what was wrong. I pushed in on the area of his groin tendon, and he jerked. When his leg cramped, he'dpulled the tendon too far. It was a fairly common injury, and I didn't really need to explore further, but I didn't tell him that. "Let's see," I said, trying to sound medical.

I moved the towel up higher over his belly. As I felt the inside of his thigh, I moved his legs apart. His hairy balls rolled down as his thighs parted. My hand ran along his inner thigh. His balls moved as I touched them, squirming and sliding as my fingers wormed their way underneath. Under the towel, I saw a bulge throbbing.

"Well," I said, "it's either a groin pull or something in your lower abdomen causing the pain. Let's check it out."

I pulled the towel up higher, and it came unhooked. His cock fail out in my view, and Carter blushed again. I pushed on his lower abdomen, knowing nothing was wrong. I really wanted to get a good look at that pretty thing sticking up from his crotch. Of course, I wasn't a connoisseur of cocks yet, only having seen two hard ones, but his balls amazed me. They were as big as lemons, and his cock was nice too.

My mind was definitely not at my work. All I could think of when I saw Carter's big balls and stiff cock was how much cum would shoot out of nuts that big.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your belly," I said. "But we're going to have to do something about that swelling."

"My leg?" he asked, seeming a little concerned about something really being wrong. "Yeah," I said, wrapping my fingers around

his throbbing cock. "Your middle one."

I reached up with my free hand, unbuttoning my nursing uniform, and with my other hand I rippled my fingers up and down over that stiff length of cock meat. I went slowly, giving Carter plenty of time to stop me if he objected. He didn't, so I jacked up and down over his cock. "I don't believe this," he said.

"I'm a trained nurse," I said with a smile. "You're going to have to trust me on this, Mr. Carter. I know just what to do in cases like this. It's simple therapy that won't hurt you a bit."

He just gawked up at me, his prick twitching nicely against my palm. Then I released one of my firm tits and his eyes locked on my nipple. I let go of his prick, stripping off my white dress and tossing it over onto my desk. I left my bra and stockings on, knowing how naughty I looked.

I came closer. Carter started to sit up, reaching for me.

"No," I said. "Rest. That's an order, Mr. Carter. You really did pull your groin, honey. You're going to have to take it real easy for a couple of weeks. Starting now. Relax. Let me do all the work."

Pushing him onto his back, I crawled up over the prone swimmer. I'd never done this before, but the position seemed natural. I threw one leg across his hips, settling down over his rock-hard prick.

"I don't believe this," he moaned again, but I noticed that he was pointing his prick up for me.

I held still, not sure what to do. Carter must have done this before. The young man moved his prick, sliding that thick head back and forth through my puffy cunt lips. It sank in just enough to pick up my wetness, and by the time I started to drop down, he was slick and ready.

My pussy was so hot. I pushed up, feeling Carter's fingers pointing his hard-on up into my pussy. As I felt back down, I sank slowly around his twitching cock. "Mmmm," I moaned softly.