My cum was bursting and flowed sticky wet. My fingers were deep in my vagina as I sat naked on the changing room bench. It had been six days since Coach Matt, our specialty coach from America, had fucked my seventeen-year-old pussy in this very locker room; my first ever fuck. Like I had fantasized for years, it had been hard and rough, and I had a huge life altering orgasm. Left me wanting more very badly.

Like usual, I’d masturbated at least three times a day, now remembering rather than speculating. Loving how hard he took me and how much of his spunk he shot on my back and bum. Each orgasm was hard and fast. Felt like I was a guy.

I wanted him to do it again. And again. New positions, deeper drives, more power. And lately those thoughts had started to include anal sex.

As if...

My fantasy was he would take me by surprise. It was defo daft of me to sit here hoping he would maybe see me through the blinds in the coach's office window or some other nonsense.

That would not be a surprise, Rikki.

Besides, I was sure he was working with Abigail now anyway.

The floor exercise practices I had with this older man were intense yet improving, our big competition only a week out. He worked my “nuances” as he called them until I felt like I could perform on the West End. I did not care for all of this acting rubbish, but my other two coaches noticed I had improved in more than just floor, so I guess he knew what he was doing.

Since that hard fuck he had showed no interest in me sexually. I wondered if I had done something wrong. Or maybe he was feeling guilty or something mad like that.

Or he was making me wait so as to get me unawares; have me want it so badly so it would be more intense. All this guessing was making me masturbate in the maddest places, like right here in the changing area!

It was Friday, and we had the weekend off as our head Coach Paulina wanted us to have some family time. We would leave on the bus Tuesday morning for a big competition in Leeds.

It was near tea, and I needed to get home. Mum needed me to watch my little brothers as she and Dad had date night.

I sighed in sexual content and got up to wash my hands off. I left my pussy messy, pulling my blue thong up and over it. I liked the reminder and would be excited to take them off a few times (my favorite thing) when I got home. I was quickly dressed and packed and would make the bus just on time. As I was heading out, Abigail, who was sixteen and a near head shorter than me, was coming in. She was drying off her sweat and looked like she’d properly been through it. “How did it go?”

She had been working with Coach Matt. I knew she didn’t like him much.

“Oh, you know, smile this, sad that, more sexy. It’s all rubbish anyway. Have a good weekend, Rikki.”

I just nodded and headed towards the door.

The autumn air was a bit crisp, and I did up my jacket zip and repositioned my bag. The walk through the car park to the sidewalk near the bus stop was not far. The lower light of the end of a fall day was just starting to make everything look orange and pretty. I loved this time of year.

There were only a few cars out and I hadn’t registered anyone as I was focused on getting home.

“Getting better, Rikki.”

The man's voice startled and gave me a jump. I turned and saw Coach Matt leaning against a small car. He was so tall. His cap pulled down against the cool night.

“Oh sorry. You gave me a fright.”

He didn’t say anything, but half smiled. I was standing just a few meters away.

“Is there something you need to tell me, Rikki?”

I stood puzzled. My stomach went into knots: I hated being called out. What could he mean? Had I done something to offend, or perhaps broken a regulation? I decided I should just be honest. "I, erm, I'm not sure what you mean."

Coach Matt from the States stepped closer, and I found myself frozen on the spot. I felt like his green eyes were seeing into my head and I was afraid of what he might discover. I was breathing a little faster and my feet shuffled in discomfort.

"I guess I misread the situation then." His voice was low and had the smallest hint of mint gum behind it.

"Oh, okay, then. So... I have a bus. I'll see you on Tuesday, Coach." I hadn't gone three steps when I pulled my hair behind my ear to turn back to say, "Good night."

His hand caught my bag, and he pulled me backwards. I nearly flew out of my shoes at the strength and found myself being held by my upper arms against his chest. He locked me there for a few seconds, then turned me toward his car's front end. Firmly, not roughly, he pushed my front against the car and I found my bag was no longer on my shoulder. He tossed it and it landed in front of me at the center of the bonnet.

His hands were now on my hips and my bum, squeezing and kneading. My breath caught and I was soon panting and moaning out soft "ohs" repeatedly.

"What do you need?" His mouth was next to my ear and his breath was hot on my neck. I tilted my head offering the exposed flesh of my neck, hoping he would kiss or bite it. Instead, he ran his tongue up and down it twice. I shuddered at the sexiness of it all. My already messy knickers were now a spongy wreck.

"Ohhh my god...Oh Coach. I need you to, to...."

He was now kissing my jawline, working toward my mouth. He had not kissed me the first time and I wasn't sure I wanted him to this time.

"What?" he almost growled.

"I need you to f-f-fuck me, Coach! Take me now! Make me scrAHH!"

I was going to say "scream", but it came out as a yelp! He had just reached between my legs from the back and grabbed my hot pussy full on in his grip. He actually lifted me up, his other hand now holding my neck and chin with skilled grip avoiding pain or choking. He deposited me on the bonnet, and I grabbed the base of the windscreen where the wipers sat to keep from sliding off. I was going to ask what he was doing but I already knew.

My shoes, leggings and useless thong were off me in seconds. His large hands were spreading me open, and I assisted using my body’s skills to almost do the splits.

"Mmm, clever girl."

I knew I was wet and wanting. I also knew what he intended. I lifted my bum and pointed my sloppy slit at him as a target for his grown man cock. He surprised me yet again.

His bearded mouth was all over my fanny, his lips teeth and tongue devouring me like a pie. His hands held my cheeks open, and his tongue found my vagina and stiffly plunged in. I yelped again as my head flew back in orgasmic ecstasy. This was my third of the day and it was by far the loudest and longest. I shook and spasmed! As Coach was making lewd slurping noises, I knew that my juices were flowing in copious amounts.

"MMm furk Riurkee!" he murmured into my slippery, spread labia, the vibrations of his low voice extending my cum to pulses of delight. I was coming down and was suddenly keenly aware of where I was. I panicked and looked about the carpark. Luckily there was no one near and the street was far enough away and blocked by a hedgerow. No one could see us.

Coach Matt left my cunt with a slurp and a slap on my right cheek.

"Fucking delicious! I have been wanting to eat that pussy since we fucked last week!"

I laid my head down and spread my arms out to make my body an X. I was submitting to him, and he knew it. He groaned as I heard his zip and his belt release. I felt his large head knocking at my opening and I tried to will it wider for him. He was soon in by a few inches and we both sighed in the joy of coupling. This time his entrance was slower than the first and I found it didn't quite give the same impact. I pushed back with my whole body and my pussy swallowed his shaft all the way to the base.

"Holy Fuck, girl! You are a-”

He thrusted twice.

"Needy."

Ooof! Harder now.

"Little."

Thrust, thrust, yelp!

"Slut."

I could not have agreed more. He felt my need wholly and completely. His banging of my pussy commenced with intensity and rough energy. He was going for the medal! I lost my voice and could only make small cries of combined pain and pleasure. This fucking was amazing, and I wanted it to go on and on. I held off my cum as long as I could, loving how he ground my clit into the car bonnet. I was gaining interior pressure and was so ready for the release.

"Cum on me, Coach! Please! Mark me as yours!"

To my shock and disappointment, he pulled out and slapped my arse hard enough to leave a mark.

His voice was steel, not fire. "You do not tell me what to do, little slut. I am taking you as I feel fit to do so!"

I shivered a bit in fear, and I liked it...a lot. I dropped my head and spread even wider in acceptance.

“Yesss.” His hissing ended with a hum.

The next sensation was the cool of a finger in my hole gathering my abundant drippings. I gasped and moaned as that finger then found my arse hole and smeared it all about.

Oh my god! He's going to fuck my bum!

The finger pushed into my virgin seventeen-year-old backdoor, and I slid forward instinctively, trying to get it to dislodge. But not fully. I was on fire with fearful desire. This was even better than the locker room surprise.

After churning me up he spat on me and worked that in. Then I felt it. The massive wet head of his monster. My back arched and I looked behind in halfhearted terror.

"Oh No! Please, it's too...Oh it's too..." I dropped my head in surrender. I didn't care how big it was. I wanted it to tear me in two! And it nearly did.

Coach pushed his head into my arse and I screamed out.

"Shhh," he said calmly and reached around to cover my mouth. “This is what you need.” I loved how right he was. The next cries of pain were muffled and wet and he did not seem to mind that I was nearly drawing blood from biting him. The massive intruder pushed into where things were only meant to go out. There was a second searing and I realized there must be two spots where the anus opens and closes. The knob was now past my last defense.

I breathed and used all of my muscle strength to focus my body on the goal. I wanted him to take my backdoor, I wanted him to fuck it and cum inside it. I wanted to be sore and aching for days

"Ungh! Yes Rikki. I wanted this for a while. I figured—OOF!"

He was almost iiiinnn!

"I figured I'd wait until today so you could recover—OH fuck yes, so tight. Over the long weekend." He was now fully seated in my bum.

The burn was intense, the throbbing of his massive manhood pushing into my nerve endings in a wondrous torture. I had never expected this. This was truly being taken! My body went almost numb as I spasmed in another orgasm.

"OOhhh go-awd coOach! It hurts so goood!"

He took that as a signal and began to fuck me with deliberate strokes. The sensation and pain were taking on another dimension. I was lost in it all like being sent down a rapidly flowing river and not being able to steer the boat. I became aware of his tight grip on my hips and my feet bouncing to the shake of his pounding.

I do not know how long he fucked me. The slap and stress on my bum were hypnotic ways for me to transcend the pain. His grunts and "oh fucks!" a faraway chant by someone I didn't know. There was a rush of air, and I could hear my breath and feel my heartbeat. Something had changed. Coach was slowing down, his breathing getting ragged. He was ready to shoot his spermy semen and I was excited to feel it up my sore bum chute.

Coach had one more surprise. Fuck!

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up as he yanked out of my arse. I slid off the car to the ground in an awkward heap and found he was turning my head toward his cock. He grunted louder than he probably should have, and his hole opened up.

The amount of spunk that flew out and hit my face and neck was colossally larger than the first one on my back and bum. I screeched at the suddenness of it and closed my eyes as it coated my face. Coach grunted a few more times and then he released my hair. My anal pain eclipsed the scalp burn yet my head still stung.

Coach stood in front of me panting and I wondered if he was going to be alright. He reached over my head and grabbed my bag. He opened it and dropped my towel on my lap. I sluggishly picked it up and wiped off my face and hair. He was still unfastened, his deflating manhood dripping with multiple fluids. I went to hand the towel to him. He shook his head, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and plunged his dirty spunk covered arse fucking cock in my mouth. The taste was bitter and rank and sweet and nasty all at once. I was hooked. I hungrily slid my tongue about cleaning and swallowing. I felt like the dirty slut I had wanted to be ever since my first orgasm. If I wasn't so exhausted, I probably would have cum again.

He popped out and rubbed my head softly. "Alright, Luv?"

I looked up through teary eyes and a few drops of cum still on my lashes. I smiled weakly and nodded. His hand helped me up and he pointed to my clothes on the ground. He took my bag and tossed it into the car. I pulled up my leggings and slipped on my shoes. He opened the passenger side, and I climbed in. The bus was no longer an option.

He started the car, and I winced as I put on the belt. My arse was going to be hurting for days. As he pulled out of the facility, we drove in silence toward my side of town. After about fifteen minutes, he veered onto my street, and I gestured for him to stop at the corner.

"It will look like I took the bus." He nodded and I undid my belt. Taking my bag, I stepped out. I turned to him and with a breathy voice still tinged with pain and wonder, I said, "Thank you, Coach... For all of it."

He smiled and I tossed something on the seat and strode toward my house with as much control as possible. Coach Matt drove away with my soaked thong resting on the dash of his rental car.