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It had taken a week or two or constant attention, reinforcement, but we had finally fallen into a routine. Kelly had proven to be tougher, more willful than I’d imagined. Perhaps I’d been hoping for the best. It had been difficult, true, but the hardwork, the determination, the drive had all paid off.

I hummed a little as I left my office, heading for the girl’s locker room, already nude, a towel over my shoulder. If someone discovered me now, seeing me like this, my life would be over. I smiled. There was something thrilling about that risk, that possibility. I rode the razor’s edge as I approached the locker room door. I could already hear the shower running, our shower running. I sighed in satisfaction.

I pushed open the door.

“Coach? Coach, I’m serious. Not tonight.”

More ritual. More pageantry. I assumed this little show Kelly put on every night soothed some part of her that needed to withstand me. It was fine, she all the time shut up by my third thrust.

“Coach! I’m not kidding!”

I pad through the locker room. The place is a mess. Towels and waterbottles and trash all over the place. No respect. It was a shame. I shook my head, then took the corner into the showers.

There was Kelly, blonde hair wet, poking her head out of the shower stall. She was hiding her body, as if I hadn’t seen every part of it, as if I wasn’t busy exploring every part of it. I kept walking towards her, cock rising, bobbing as a threat of pleasure as I moved.

“You fucking asshole! You’ve cum in me every day this week. You can’t keep doing that.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll get pregnant!”

“So get pregnant.”

A look of surprise came over her eyes, replaced quickly by rage. “You piece of shit. I can’t get pregnant.”

I slowed, enjoying our conversation. I knew that if I had her in arm’s reach I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. “Well, you can get pregnant, you just don’t want to.”

“No, I can’t get pregnant! It would ruin my life. Way more than you already have!”

Her barb stung a bit, but I smiled through.

“I’d have to drop out of school! I’d lose all my friends! What the fuck would I tell my parents?!”

I shrugged. “That sounds like your problem.” I smiled and laughed, continuing to her.

I could see the begin of tears in her eyes as she feebly clung to the shower stall’s curtain. I ripped it away from her and grabbed her, pulling her wet body against mine. I heard a sob escape from her as I drew her close, squeezing her tightly. “Don’t cry, Kelly. I’ll take care of you, I promise. You’re my little slut, don’t ever forget that.” I kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, then I put my hands on both sides of her face and forced her to kiss me. A passion rose up in me for the woman I possessed. I sighed as I kissed her deeply. “I love you, Kelly.”

She blushed and turned away from me, staring at the ground, tears welling in her eyes.

I pushed her back into the tiled walls, water running over her, off her tits, her ass, her stomach. Her belly was wet, so were her hips, her legs. “I love you, Kelly. I really do. Let me show you,” I said, getting down on my knees. She resisted as I moved her legs aside as she stood over me. “I just want to please you, I promise. I just want to hear you cum.” She was covering her pussy with her hands, twisting to hide herself from me. I smiled and grabbed her wrists, exposing her pretty pussy. “Just relax. Enjoy it,” I say, looking up at her.

She has this expression on her face: hesitation, anger, fear, anticipation, shame. It makes me smile.

I kiss her clit, softly, teasing her. I run my tongue along her slit, probing inside her here, there. As I feel her begin to shift, writhing against my grip, I focus on her clit. I begin a steady rhythm, licking, again, again, again, again…

As a moan escapes her, I release her wrists. Her hands go to my head, for a moment she applies pressure to separate my mouth from her sex, before she runs her fingers through my hair. She plants her hands on my head to brace herself as she starts to lightly buck her hips, humping my face as I pleasure her.

I moan as she stops resisting and starts to embrace the bliss I inflict on her. More gasps escape her, stifled cries of ecstasy ring out. I follow them, tracking out the spots that force you to cry out, they’re leading me to what I want. I want her to cum. I want to hear the orgasm escape her lips, I want to watch her body tense, shudder, shake. I want to feel her pussy tense, pulse, and gush. I reach under and between her legs and grab her ass, holding her lips firmly against my face. “Cum for me. Let me hear it.”

As her orgasm begins her thighs tighten fast around my skull, her fingers dig into my hair, my scalp, I watch her, staring up at her over her little tuft of pubic hair, her jiggling tits. Her silence is so loud as the fire pours through her body, her face wracked in pleasure, mouth open, eyes closed, and then she is howling, that deep, belly cry, panting and rolling on and on…

I smile and laugh, feeling giddy with the release I’ve given her. I stand, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her. She’s still drunk on bliss, her soft lips yield to mine, soft sighs of pleasure escape her. My erection is there, poking into her thigh. I smile as Kelly starts to move her leg, playing with it, toying with it.

“…Coach…”

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pick her up, pressing her against the tiled wall for leverage. We kiss as I angle my hips to drive myself inside her again. My precum is already dripping, anticipating sinking back into the tight depths of her pussy.

“Promise you’ll pull out this time, coach. Please.”

I moan as my head finds her lips. A single thrust is enough to begin pushing in. “Fuck,” I mutter. She’s so wet, so ready for me. The heat of her pussy as I sink deeper erases me. Holding her, pressing her back against the wall, thrusting deep. I grunt with each drive, parting her sweet embrace with my passion. I hear her voice in my ear, the pleasure in her breath, the soft sounds of protest and-

We both freeze. We hear voices. We stop everything, straining to hear them above the shower.

It’s two of the girls. They must have left something behind. They’re getting louder.

Kelly and I exchange a look of panic, my cock is still buried inside her. Neither of us move for fear of discovery.

…We hear giggles. They must have spotted us. I look down. They’d see my feet under the gap between the shower stall walls and the floor. Would they recognize my feet? Had they ever seen my feet? My bare feet?

I look at her and see Kelly’s eyes have the same reaction, same fear.

…More giggles. “…Kellyyyy?” Her name is long, drawn out. It’s Miranda speaking. “Is that you?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Oh, I just wanted to know what you thought about Danven’s lecture yesterday.” More giggles, more laughter.

“Can we talk about it later?”

“Sure,” says Miranda, laughing. “I guess you’re busy, right?”

A second voice, low and hushed, not laughing, but serious, asks, “Who’s that with her?”

I freeze. It was Jamie. I look at Kelly and she notices it too, eyes going wide. Miranda is toying with us, Jamie is…suspicious.

“Well, I don’t want to bug you any more, talk to you tomorrow!” Miranda says, cackling.

“G-Good night,” Kelly calls back.

…

…I begin to thrust again.

Kelly slaps my shoulder and glares at me. “Stop,” she hisses. “They could still be here! They might not have left. I don’t think I heard the door close.”

I keep thrust, driving slowly in and out of you. “I’ll go slow. I’ll go slow,” I lie.

Kelly whimpers and bites her hand as I breathe hard in her ear.

My pace picks up. I’d been close before, now I’m ready. I fuck her, hard, driving all of me in and out of her tight pussy. I grunt, then pant with each thrust.

“Pull out, coach. Please pull out,” Kelly whimpers in my ear. Those are her words, but she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips, locking me in.

I put my hands on her shoulders to pull her down harder onto my length, fucking the full depth of her pussy with a relentless urgency, a need. I feel the pressure rising through my balls, my groin. As the first burst of my orgasm begins I brace her against the wall, keeping her in place as I pour my hot seed into her pussy. My voice is a roar, a moaning wail of pleasure in her ear as the drunk heat of climax crashes through my body.

Kelly’s hips are rocking, toying with me, painfully pleasure the hyper-sensitivity of my afterglow cock. She rests her head on my shoulder, panting, muttering her hatreds at me.

…We stay like that for a time, before I pull out, seed spilling out of your pussy, onto the wet floor, floating down the drain. I force you to kiss me again, then I slap your butt. “Good work tonight, Kelly. I think you were wrong. I don’t think they stayed.”

Kelly is looking at the cum dripping out of her.

“Miranda doesn’t suspect anything. I think Jamie might.”

…Kelly doesn’t say anything.

“She’ll be a problem we’ll have to address.”

“…What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means that if she figures it out, then we’re both screwed.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“We’re in this together, Kelly. Like it or not.”

“I hate it. I hate you.”

“Fine. Are you ready to go home? To leave school?”

…Kelly says nothing. “…What would you do about it anyway? So what if she suspects. She doesn’t know anything.”

“No, but she could figure it out. We’ll have to take care of her.”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“I’m going to fuck her and you’re going to help me.”

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