Diana Shannon - The sitter saw a suck show

"You love cock, don't you?" he said, still standing straight and tall, hands resting on his hips.

Brandy's tongue darted out again. She flattened it and licked her way up and down the entire underside of his prick shaft. When she returned to the shiny, purple prick head, she probed at his piss slit with the pointed end of her tongue.

"Suck it, bitch!" the coach growled, his face a mask of lust. He grabbed Brandy's long hair in both hands and forced her mouth onto his cock.

Hiding in the closet, Terry had both hands between her legs while she watched the coach and her best friend.

Brandy slobbered and gagged as the coach held her head firmly and fucked her mouth with abandon. Her cheeks puffed out with each inward stroke, but she found that this rough treatment was exciting her. She moaned around his cock meat and both her hands held his ass, pulling him deep. Her panties were wet and the crotch of her jeans was damp.

"Suck my balls," the coach ordered as he pulled his prick out of Brandy's sucking mouth with a liquid plop.

She let go of the spit-slick cock meat reluctantly and then leaned back on her hands while the coach squatted on her face. Brandy was more than eager to lick and suck the hairy ball sac which dangled between his legs. First she tongued the wrinkled bag, then she sucked one ball into her mouth. Letting it go, she pulled the other ball in. And finally she stuffed both balls inside.

"Tongue my asshole, cunt," the coach breathed, wiggling his ass.

Terry could hear Brandy's contented whimpering as she buried her nose even deeper between coach's legs.

Grunting like an animal, he spread his ass cheeks apart and Brandy's pink tongue wormed its way into the sweaty brown asshole surrounded by wiry hair.

"That's enough," the coach said suddenly.

When he stepped back, Brandy could see that his cock was fully erect and throbbing steadily up and down. She reached for his stiff cock, but he backed away. Squatting on the floor, she looked up at him unhappily and then picked up his discarded shorts and jockstrap.

"I shot a load into that today just thinking about you," he said, sitting down carefully on the low bench beside her and stroking his cock.

Brandy held the shorts up and sniffed the crotch. The smell of his sweaty balls filled her nostrils.

"I sat in my office, thinking about you and greased my prick up good with some warm baby oil, especially the head."

She closed her eyes, visualizing how he would look with his big hand flying up and down his oily cock meat, and she pressed the sweaty jockstrap to her face.

Tony watched her friend in stunned surprise.

"It was a big load too. Can you taste the cum," Coach Moore's voice was husky, strained.

Again, Brandy closed her eyes and pictured him shuddering, shooting stream after stream of thick white cum into his jockstrap.

With that vivid image still in her mind, Brandy brought the damp, dirty jockstrap to her nose, sniffed and moaned. She began rubbing the garment on her face and then, with a louder groan, she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked at the cum stain.

Putting it aside momentarily, Brandy stood up, unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down around her knees. Her firm, lean thighs moved apart to reveal her pouting pussy.

Terry could see the juices from Brandy's cunt shining on her legs and, even as she watched, more pussy juice leaked out.

As the coach sat on the bench, slowly stroking his prick, Brandy picked up the jockstrap once more and wrapped it around two of her fingers. Wet, squishing sounds filled the room as she plunged her fingers deep into her hungry pussy.

"That's it! Get it good and nasty," the coach urged.

Brandy moaned again, squatted low to the floor and panted as her cloth-covered fingers fucked in and out of her sloppy cunt.

Just before Brandy's orgasm began, the coach yanked her hard away from her pussy, leaving her quivering with need, staring at him with pleading eyes. "Suck it!"

With a groan, Brandy stuffed the jockstrap, covered with her juice, into her mouth and sucked.

"Strip and lie down on the bench," he ordered. Brandy rose on shaking legs and quickly took off the rest of her clothes. Her whole body quivered as she lay down on her back on the cold metal bench.

"Get my cock wet!" Coach Moore snapped as he straddled her chest and shoved his prick into her mouth. When he drew his cock out again, it was shiny wet. "Hold those tits together."

Brandy's hands went eagerly to her hard-nippled tits and she squeezed them together, making a nice tight fuck-hole for the coach.

He slid his swollen fucker between her soft tits with ease.

Terry could not believe the change in Brandy and the coach. He had become demanding while Brandy was submissive, almost eager to be degraded.

Soon the coach was sliding his wet fuck-pole between Brandy's tits quickly, his balls swinging back and forth against her abdomen.

Brandy's ass wiggled on the narrow bench and her cunt was hungry, aching for something to fill it. Her hands left her tits to go to her pussy.

The coach grabbed her tits and forced them together hard, leaving angry red marks on the white skin. With each stroke of his cock pistoning in and out of the hole he had formed, the cock tip moved closer and closer to Brandy's chin. She raised her head slightly and stuck out her tongue, licking the head of his prick with each stroke.

Terry's own cunt was on fire as she listened to Brandy's moans, watched her plunge two and three fingers into her dripping pussy.

"Don't you dare come," the coach warned. Brandy's fingers remained still and she stared at him through lust-glazed eyes, too far gone to care what he did.

His fucking motions slowed and soon stopped altogether.

"Tell me where you want it, Brandy."

"In my ass," Brandy answered softly. The coach slapped her across the face with his angry red cock.

"Where?"

"In my ass," Brandy answered, louder this time.

The coach grinned wickedly.

"You're a nasty little girl. Brandy."

"I know – but I want your fat prick stuffed up my asshole."

"And then what?"

"I want you to ram it in my shit chute till I come."

"Then what?"

"Then blow your wad in my ass," Brandy babbled.

"Will you lick my prick clean?"

"Yes!" she promised eagerly.

The coach lifted himself off her chest and maneuvered the young girl onto her knees on the floor.

The bench felt cold on her feverish flesh as she leaned over it and wiggled her pert ass at him.

"Fuck my ass!"

Panting, his blue eyes like ice, the coach knelt behind Brandy and rubbed his cock up and down her ass crack.

"Spread it!" he ordered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave bright pink spots.

Brandy groaned, used her hands to spread the ass cheeks apart and raised her ass higher, exposing her puckered whole to him.

Grabbing her waist, the coach gave a powerful lunge and fucked all eight inches of his stiff cock into her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Brandy wailed in delight.

After two or three quick, powerful thrusts, the prick was removed and he inserted his fingers in her sex-slick cunt. None too gently, he smeared the clear, sticky fluid up the crack of her ass and poked his wet finger inside.

Brandy grunted at the invasion of his finger and pushed her ass against it.

With a wicked grin on his face, the coach took his shiny wet cock in his hand guided it to Brandy's upturned ass. He rubbed his prick up and down her ass crack and then gently nudged her puckered asshole.

"Want it?" he asked.

"Yes, please!" Brandy begged.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir, fuck my ass with your big cock." Terry held her breath, her own asshole instinctively clamping down, her pussy quivering.

With a gutteral grunt the coach pushed, and the head of his cock forced its way into Brandy's tiny asshole.