Page 39 of Coach Me


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“So…” I trailed off.

“So you should probably take me right here, right now, in the middle of this forest, because what I want most in all the world is to fuck your brains out.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I dove back to her with an unexpected ferocity, clasping her face between my hands as my lips pressed against hers, my body hovering over her body. Beneath me, I could feel her squirming around, doing something, and when I finally broke away from her kiss to see what the commotion was, I discovered that she had stripped off her pants to reveal a neon pink G-string. My mouth watered.

“Do you like it?” she asked coyly, her fingers tugging at the edges of the thong, moving it up and down on her hips.

In response, I pressed my erect cock against her pelvic bone and began to move my hips in waves, dry humping her. I needed to feel her on my dick, needed her body as a sounding board for my own.

She moaned, “Unnf, yes.” She reached down to her pussy and cupped it, roughly fondling herself. How did you get this lucky? my brain questioned. How does an ordinary guy like you fuck a girl like this?

Growing increasingly wild with desire, I grabbed the edges of her sports bra and yanked it over her head. She lifted her arms up to help, and in short time, her breasts were bouncing freely. My fingers found one of her nipples and it was hard to the touch. I had dreamed of touching these tits since I’d seen Catya naked in the showers. Somehow, the reality was even more incredible than the fantasy.

I brought her nipple to my mouth, and gently tickled it with my tongue. She arched beneath me, pressing my mouth closer to her. Why had I tried to stop this from happening? We were clearly made for one another. My teeth closed loosely around her nipple and began to nibble at it. She quaked beneath me, arousal shaking her like shifting tectonic plates. I wondered what else she liked — and decided to find out.

There were so many other parts of her body that I needed to explore, and I was anxious to caress them all. My hands grasped the flesh of her boobs once more, squeezing them tightly and causing Catya to squeal with delight. My fingers then abandoned their stronghold and made their way past her ribs, across her flat stomach, following her happy trail and down to her mound, tracing the insides of her thighs and whirling around that smooth skin. I held there, just on the edges of impossible pleasure.

“May I?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded, head bobbing up and down rapidly. She was desperate to have me inside her, and I in turn was desperate to please her, to serve her like a queen. Having received the all-clear, I moved my hand further into her private place, where I discovered that she was sopping.

“You’re really wet,” I purred, extremely turned on by her body’s obvious desire for me.

Catya laughed, and said, “I’m always this wet when I see you, you just haven’t known.”

“Really?” My heart raced with satisfaction — I liked knowing that my constant arousal in her presence hadn’t been one-sided.

She nodded, replying with a laugh, “Yeah. I’ve had to wear black leggings because I was worried lighter ones would show just how wet I was.”

God, that was hot.

“Were you masturbating to me in the shower the other day?” It was a question I’d been dying to ask, one that had fueled my spank bank material and seemed to be always on the edges of my mind.

“Yes. I was dreaming of you fucking me, and then I had to jack myself off,” she said.

“What were you picturing?” I asked, hoping for details.

“I imagined you fucking me in the shower, just ramming me until I screamed.” She looked around and added, “So pretty much this. Minus the forest, of course.”

This answer caused my cock to throb. No more talk — it was time to get serious. With that in mind, my fingers, which had been patiently standing at the ready, slipped inside her pussy. Inside, she was warm, silky, inviting. I tested the waters, swirling my finger around a bit, and much to my satisfaction, evincing a moan from Catya.

“Put another finger in,” she begged.

So she liked it a little rougher, huh? Well, I’d deal with that, and happily. Obliging, I stuck a second finger inside her, and began to pulse her vaginal walls. She bucked and stirred beneath me, but I refused to let up. Her legs intertwined with my own and she grabbed hold of strands of my hair, pulling my mouth back down to hers. It felt as though every single part of our bodies touched.

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