Coed phone sex is one of my favorites because the hot memories it brings back. I used to love being a cheerleader because it meant getting super close to the players. And let me tell you, our football coach was one fine specimen of a man. He had this way about him that just made me want to be naughty around him. One day after practice, I decided to wear my skirt without any panties underneath – just for kicks (pun intended). As we were leaving the field, he caught me adjusting myself and gave me this look that said “I know what you’re up to.”
That night, he invited me over for some extra tutoring or something lame like that. But as soon as we got in his car, things started heating up fast. We started making out like crazy and before I knew it, we were pulling over on the side of the road so he could give me head while I rode him! It felt so good having his tongue inside my wet pussy through my tiny little skirt; it drove us both wild with desire. Afterward, we went back home where he fucked me senseless under the bleachers at school until dawn broke – talk about an intense workout!
From then on out, every day after practice found us meeting up in secret places around campus where we would continue our illicit affair: under tables in empty classrooms; against lockers during lunch breaks; even once behind home plate at a baseball game (talk about risky!). He couldn’t get enough of me and neither could I.
But then one day, things took an even dirtier turn when he called me into his office after school hours. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pushed me against it and started grinding his hard cock against my ass cheeks – fuck! It felt so good! Without saying a word, he lifted up my skirt and slipped off my panties before bending me over his desk. He slammed into me from behind; it hurt at first but then that pain turned into pleasure as he filled every inch of my tight little hole with his massive cock. We must have been at it for hours because by the time we were done, we were both covered in sweat and cum stains on our clothes (and probably each other too).
From that moment onward, our encounters became more frequent – almost daily if possible – always ending with him filling either my pussy or ass with his hot seed while whispering dirty promises about how much more naughty fun we would have together soon enough…