The Coach and the Athlete...

Over the years the September Garden party at mine has become a bit of a tradition. All the athletes that I coach are here, plus my family, and we’ve a glorious sunny Sunday afternoon for it. Barbecue and beers and music, a time to let the hair down and bring the curtain down on another long, hard season.

Everyone’s here, including Jayne, who dressed in a tight fitting red floral dress and high heels, is the centre of attention as usual. I’ve only been coaching Jayne this season but she’s been the focus of the lads in the squad’s attention since day one. A striking young woman of 21, she’s a long curly strawberry blonde, verging on redhead, and has a quite spectacular figure. Statuesque and tall, with long, toned and strong legs that cover the ground effortlessly as she runs. Her breasts are arguably too big for any athlete, ‘thank god for sports bras’ is her usual retort when teased about them.

Despite all the attention she’s garnered, not one of the lads has successfully managed a date with her and as far as they’re aware she doesn’t have a bloke. She’s a feisty young woman to say the least (she has to be in our squad!) and is an expert at rebuttals, regularly putting any potential suitor in their place.

It really shouldn’t happen, and I’ve certainly not tried to encourage it (I’ve enough keeping my secretary at work, Deborah, satisfied) but I suspect she has a bit of a crush on me. You know, the old pupil/teacher type thing, looking up to that authority figure - I often catch her furtive little glances. At first she’d quickly turn her head away the moment I noticed her stare, but now she quite confidently holds my eyes and smiles back at me. I’ve also noticed the odd touch from her, on my shoulder, forearm or hand, creeping into our interactions. She certainly doesn’t lack any self assurance that’s for sure.

And then there’s the coach/athlete chats at the end of the sessions. Whilst most of the squad can’t get away quick enough come the end of training, Jayne often loiters around until everyone else has gone to help put away the equipment and have a quiet word with me. Initially the chats were all athletic related, but more recently they’ve been more general stuff and even talking about relationships, how immature lads of her age are, and how she ‘prefers the older man’ anyway.

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The party’s in full swing and the drinks have been flowing, so much so, we’re running out of glasses. Handing me a big tray of dirty glasses, my wife sends me to ‘clean these’ and doing as I’m told, head back to the kitchen.

I’ve just filled up the washing bowl with fairy liquid when in walks Jayne.

“Hi John! Just come in to see if you need a hand.”

“That’s very kind of you, thanks Jayne. I could do with a dryer!” I say, handing her a tea towel.

We get to work and I can’t help but notice her beautiful figure, wrapped in that tight little dress. She certainly has benefited from all that running, as her legs look powerful and toned, and for once, she’s not wearing a sports bra, and to my side I sneak a glimpse of her deep cleavage thanks to the plunging neckline she’s sporting.

“I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you look stunning in that dress today, Jayne. You’ll have the lads fighting over you!” I quickly add.

Jayne says nothing and I wonder if I’ve over stepped the mark. She turns away from me and puts the glass she’s drying on the kitchen worktop. With my hands still in the warm, soapy water of the washing up bowl, I sense Jayne move behind me.

“I’m not bothered about them,” I hear her finally reply, “they’re just boys...There’s only one person I want and he’s a fully grown, married man” she adds and at that precise moment I feel Jayne’s arms encircle me from behind, wrapping around my waist before moving up to rest on my chest, giving me the equivalent of a female bear hug. I’m frozen to the spot, as she squeezes her body against me tight. I feel Jayne’s soft, luscious breasts pressing against my back as she leans her head on my shoulder, her long, red wavy hair brushing against my face.

My nostrils breathe in her scent, as I smell her perfume and feel her chest rising and falling to her deep breaths. Looking out on the garden, I can see my wife, my c***dren and the athletes all blissfully unaware of what’s going on, but I’m still terrified we’ll be caught any minute. I gather myself and begin to say “Jayne, this isn’t right, you know we shouldn’t…”

But as I’m talking, her hands are moving down towards my crotch, and before I can finish my weak protestations her fingers are tracing the outline of my now full-on erection.

“Seems your cock doesn’t agree…” she says.

I spin around, confused, aroused, terrified.

“Jesus Jayne!” I exclaim, but all I can see are smouldering eyes, flushed cheeks, long legs and full, heaving breasts in that dress…

Cock ruling head, I grab her by the hand and together we rush upstairs to the marital room, my heart beating almost through my chest, Jayne giggling and jiggling behind me.

I’ve never been more aroused, but at the same time scared. With my whole family just yards away in the back garden, and with her being my protégé, and barely older than my own daughter, this is so wrong, but I just have to look at her again and can’t resist the temptation.

“Look, we don’t have much time,” I meekly protest…

“Then we’d better get on with it!” she replies and going all dominatrix pushes me in the chest forcefully, causing me to fall back on the bed, laughing as she clambers quickly on top of me.

Straddling my legs, Jayne fumbles at my belt buckle, then unzips my flies and pulls frantically at my trousers. I help her pull them down to my knees, and then her attention turns to my boxer shorts. Grabbing them either side of my hips, she quickly tugs at them and whips them down my legs to also rest at my knees, leaving my cock to spring upwards to attention – causing a twinge of pain, against the direction my erection.

“Oh my God, John!” she grins, and I have to admit it’s done me proud on this occasion.

Eyes fixed on my hardness, Jayne grabs the base of my shaft and begins to wank me. “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long” she drools and it’s all I can do not to cum in the young temptresses face there and then!

There’s no time to waste though, with my family and other party guests so close, anyone could walk in on us at any minute, and thankfully Jayne appreciates the urgency. Hoicking up her red floral dress to her hips, she reveals a delightfully skimpy pair of silk red panties underneath, which, she pulls to one side, as she hovers over me.

Slowly she lowers her weight on me and we gasp in unison as she takes my full length inside her beautiful, tight snatch for the first time, as I grip her big, toned arse cheeks.

Looking down on me, her long hair hanging down as she starts to gyrate her hips on top of me. The sensation of her strong thighs straddled over me, gripping my legs likes vice is thrilling, as slowly she begins to milk my cock for all it’s worth.

“Fuck me Jayne” I say, helpless beneath this powerful young woman, as she has her way with me. In truth, if she didn’t look up to me as a father figure, I know she wouldn’t give me a second glance.

“I’m fucking you, John, I’m fucking you!” she exclaims, as she gains momentum and her bouncing becomes more forceful.

Her dress straps slip off at the shoulders as she continues her exertions, the dress now held up just by her breasts, which are virtually spilling out themselves and just too damn tempting to ignore. I reach up and squeeze her tits for the first time. They’re huge, but surprisingly firm - she’s young enough for gravity not to have taken its toll yet and I gasp and utter “beautiful” in appreciation.

“You like my big tits, eh John?” Jayne grins down at me, in truth more a statement than a question, before grinding a little harder on my helpless middle-aged cock.

The bed is starting to creak now, and I’m petrified my wife could walk in on us at any moment, causing me to periodically check the bedroom door.

“What would you do if your wife walked in on us now…?” Jayne asks, reading my mind, “would you carry on fucking me, John?”

“Yes, Jayne! Yes!” I gasp.

“Correct answer!” she laughs and the thought seems to encourage her, turn her on even. Leaning forward a little more, she places her hands on my chest to give her more leverage and steps up the pace, so I feel the full weight of her athletic frame bouncing down enthusiastically on my torso and aching cock.

The bed’s groaning now and the headboard slamming into the wall behind it, making low, rhythmic thuds, as this young slut rides the shit out of me. I can safely say no one has ever ridden me like this before, with this sort of enthusiasm and sexual aggression, not even the little French whore I used to fuck.

Jayne’s grunting and gasping now, her hips thrusting backwards and forwards, up and down - piston-like, as my hands rest on her strong, toned and sun kissed thighs. Never mind my wife, I don’t think I could stop even if my daughter walked in on us now. I’d have to have this young nymph first and then deal with the consequences later.

“Jayne, I can’t last much longer...” I warn her, as her tits bounce ridiculously in front of my eyes and her pelvic thrusts become almost unbearable for my over-stimulated body and brain.

“Then cum, John! I want to feel you cum deep inside of me…” she says leaning forward a little more and offering up her beautiful breasts to my grateful face.

Hearing those words from this delightful young slut takes me over the edge and I feel the old familiar rush of endorphins as my orgasm suddenly hits. I groan as the first rope of cum shoots high up my young lover’s tight ginger cunt.

Jayne shrieks with delight, as she realises I’m ejaculating inside her. Stopping her bucking, she sits upright on top of me and fixes me with her big blue eyes…

I’m looking up at this horny young thing, and can’t believe my luck as I cum heavily inside her. Her beautiful freckled nose, flush face and those gorgeous big tits of hers hanging down, half in and half out of her dress, cause me to shoot again and again inside her moist, tight cunt.

Collapsing down on top of me when I’m done, our bodies heaving from the exertion, sweat beads lining my brow, we share a brief moment together and a tender kiss.

“I usually kiss a guy before I fuck him” Jayne quips and we both laugh.

She has a point.

“That was fantastic, Jayne” I say, “but we have to go. People will be missing us..”

“I know, I know, John.” She says and within seconds she’s fixing her dress and cleaning herself up.

“How do I look?” She says, posing in front of me once more fully clothed, as if nothing had ever happened.

“Stunning!” I reply.

“Thanks, Coach!” she grins, winking at me. And with that, she heads out of the room and back downstairs to the party, leaving me and my shrivelled cock alone on the bed.

I gather myself for a moment and catch a glimpse of our wedding photo on the sideboard and quickly come to my senses. If ever there was a moment where I felt I’d been used, this was it, but I couldn’t be happier about it. To have had my way with such a beautiful and willing young girl, truly was a risk worth taking….

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It’s the following Thursday evening, and I’m sat in the kitchen when my son comes rushing down the stairs.

“Dad! Dad! Can I borrow your car?”

“Only if you tell me who the lucky girl is!” I tease, noting his urgency.

“Er…ok. It’s Jayne.” he replies.

My stomach lurches inside of me and I feel sick.

“Jayne? Athlete Jayne?” I ask, hoping the shock doesn’t show on my face, but fearing it probably does.

“Yeah. Its alright isn’t it? I know she’s in the squad and a bit older than me, but didn’t think you’d mind….”

“No, no, I don’t son. Sure, you go out and have fun…” I reply, trying to maintain my poise, as with a huge pang of jealousy and guilt, I watch him drive off down the road to go on a date with the young woman who’d fucked me just last weekend…


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For context: The two main protagonists are real people as was their coach/athlete relationship. Though she flirted quite heavily with my father (the coach) and often when my mother was present, I doubt anything like this ever happened, but I’d have liked to have seen it if it did!?I do know (from someone else) that she gave him quite a snog at her 21’st birthday party though, so there was at least a little spark there between them...Enjoy, and as ever, please feel free to leave your comments - they’re much appreciated and make the time and effort worthwhile...xx