Jennifer Ames - Wet and Ready

"No," I said. "Never. But don't stop. Please, Coach. Do that again."

My body writhed and squirmed on the hard desktop as he leaned in close again. His fingers rubbed over my hot pussy, spreading my cuntlips wide open again. A singer finger penetrated my juicy depths, sliding inside and swirling excitedly up to my aching clitty.

"Mmmm," I moaned in protest, pinching my own nipples, knowing fully well that he was watching me slide feverishly over the top of my own desk. "No. Lick me. Do that nasty thing with your tongue again, Coach. Oooh, please?"

Coach Martin was holding my cunt open and torturing me with his fingers. I could feel his warm breath. I groaned, humping up until my bare pussy touched his chin. That got him started. That marvelous moist tongue flicked out again. He licked me between my oozing cuntlips and flicked around in a tight little circle around the tip of my joy-button. "Yes!" I hissed. "That's it. More of that."

My senses filled with utter delight. I was being eaten by a man and eaten so nicely. And as he licked on my hot little cunt, I pinched down hard on my sensitive nipples. Coach Martin shoved a finger back up into my clutching cunt-hole. I was dripping all over his hands and face, as he sucked my clit, gently. "Oooh, that's nice," I managed. "S-So nice."

"Your pussy tastes sweet, Jessica," he moaned, the words, almost lost as my thighs closed around his head.

"I like hearing you say that," I whispered, spreading my thighs so he could look up at me. "My pussy. It makes me hot to hear that. Talk dirty to me. Eat me and talk dirty to me, Coach."

"I'm licking your snatch, you prick-teasing, little bitch," he said, his eyes locked on the winking, wet hole that was squirming only inches form his mouth. "God, your pussy is so beautiful. I haven't seen anything like this in years. So young and wet and hot. Let me lick it. Let me eat your hot cunt, Jessica."

He dove back in, unable to stop himself. I didn't care. Those wonderful feelings were back again. He wormed his tongue up between my cuntlips, making one long, wet slurping motion and covering every inch of my naked cunt. His tongue twisted across my clitty, I clamped again with my moist thighs to show him exactly where I wanted him to lick.

All I could see was that bald spot on the back of his head. I was crushing that head, not caring if I was cutting off his air. Surging with lust, I wanted more I wanted to do it all. I wanted Coach Martin's cock. I wanted to try what he was doing. I wanted to use my mouth on his angrily swollen cock. To let him put it in my mouth, my cunt, even my ass.

But most of all, I wanted more of his hot tongue.

"Eat me," I ordered as he sucked at my hard joy-button. "Oooh, baby. Suck it. Suck my pussy!" His face was buried in my hairy cunt, Coach Martin started rocking his head back and forth. He was driving his tongue up into me, and my pussy sucked at it, gripping around the slimy mass. I was breathless, over this first-time oral orgy, and I could feel my wetness smearing on his cheeks now as I humped up and down against his driving tongue.

As he was stabbing me with his tongue, our timing got off a little. I humped up as he was licking and pushing down. His eager tongue slipped out of my hot pussy, and landed right in the center of my puckering asshole.

"Ooooh, Coach," I groaned, mewling as his tongue swirled across the crinkled rings of my ass.

"You like that?" he asked, pulling away for just as second. "It's so naughty," I groaned, "but I loved it."

Placing his hands high on my thighs, Coach Martin pushed me up, exposing my trembling asshole, and then kissed my puckered hole, slobbering over the crack of my ass. "Ooooh, baby," I sobbed.

His tongue stiffened again. He pushed forward, driving that absolutely amazing thing up my ass. I held my breath, willing him not to stop. His tongue slipped up past the tight rings guarding my shitter, and he fucked my virgin asshole as I mewled and squirmed toward his slick face.

"That's so nasty, Coach," I grunted, pushing up on my heels to give him all the room I could. "Tongue me. Oooh, yes! Fuck me in the ass with that hot tongue, baby."

He stabbed his tongue in and out of my trembling asshole, his chin pressed tightly to my hot crotch. I sobbed, drenching his face with the cunt oils that were pouring from my tight pussy, and I felt my flowering cuntlips sucking at his nose.

I humped up, pushing my throbbing clitty against the tip of his nose, and he slid up and down, stroking his nose over my aching bud. Here I cum, I thought to myself.

He must have known I was right on the verge of cumming because he pulled his sweet tongue out of my wriggling ass, and quickly wrapped his lips around my aching clitty. He sucked with the tip of his tongue feverishly flicking across the length of my distended clit.

He moaned something unintelligible and rammed two fingers up into my quaking cunt.

I climaxed, grinding and bucking against the face between my legs. I know I screamed, but I was too far gone to realize what I was yelling. My juices flowed into his mouth, and as I twisted my nipples, Coach Martin sucked me through the wonderful moment, overpowering me with his tender mouth and tongue. He eased the pressure on my clitty, licking and kissing over my hot cunt as I came back to my senses. "That was fantastic, Coach," I whispered.

I looked down, seeing my flat tummy rippling from the sensations he gave me, and I wanted to return the thrills. I wanted him to cum, too-just as nice as I had.

He looked up at me, his juice-covered face peeking up form between my quivering thighs. I lifted my knees up against my tits, opened my legs and hooked my heels back on the edge of the desk.

"I want you," I purred, wriggling my finger for him to come closer. "I want you to fuck me." "Jesus!" he gasped.

"Yes," I told him again to make sure he believed me. "I want to do something nice for you, too. I'm gonna let you fuck me, Coach. Right now. Right on top of this desk."

He stood, ripping off his belt and fighting with the hooks on his pants. He pulled them down, then stripped down his huge boxer shorts. He was hard. His cock was swollen up tightly, pointing right at me.

I reached down, running my hand over my cunt, and Coach Martin came closer. I put my soft hand over his jerking prick, caressing his cock to full hardness, and working my slimy fingers around his mature hard-on until he was steaming hot and as anxious as I was for our first fuck.

"See how wet you made me, Coach," I sighed. "When you put your naughty tongue up my asshole, I just about died." "Me, too," he groaned. "Put your finger in me," I ordered.

He did as I asked. I squeezed down, milking my inner muscles over his slippery middle finger as he stroked in and out of my cock-loving cunt. "Feel how tight my pussy is?" I asked. "God! "he groaned.

The cock in my hand jerked. I squeezed down, then slid my slippery hand under his balls. I rolled them, watching his eyes, and he slipped his finger in me deeper, finding a spot way up inside me that drove me wild. As he rubbed, my hand slid down under his balls, and I placed one finger up into the crack of his ass.

I wanted to finger-fuck his butt, but I wasn't quite ready for that yet. "Fuck me," I said softly. "Fuck me right now."

He stood up in front of my spread legs. I watched him take his own cock in his hand, sliding it up until the tip was bumping against my wanton pussy-lips. Then he nudged the head of his cock up against the slippery opening of my juicy cunt.

I sucked in my belly, watching with delight as the coach fucked forward. That stiff, thick prick slipped up into the moist warmth of my slippery pussy. When the entire length of his cock had disappeared up into my body, I locked my legs around his hips, screwing up around the base of his boner.