Trying out the new uniform [Mf] [titfuck] [swimsuits] [coach] [nothing weird]

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at Vera’s swimsuit, trying not to stare at the large swell of her chest, the shape of her nipples clearly defined as they poked through the thin material. “How is this an improvement, exactly? And what is that hole for?”

Vera grinned at me. “Our uniforms are too old-fashioned,” she said, her brunette hair cropped short into a cute style, cute but also an easy fit into a swim cap.

Her grin widened, “You don’t like this new style? I think this new design has a lot going for it.” She arched her back and looked down, modeling the swimsuit, showing off the colors and pattern, and again I had to force myself to ignore the swell of her breasts. I’d never seen Vera in street clothes, and our swim team uniforms worked to flatten and streamline the swimmer’s body. But with her back arched, it was taking a lot of effort me to to ignore how large her breasts really were.

Vera looked relaxed — this was her second year on the team — sitting across from me in my office in the athletics building. As assistant swim coach, I didn’t have the most luxurious space, but at least I didn’t have to share an office.

The new uniform Vera was modeling had sleek lines and geometric shapes in our school’s colors, designed in a way which, according to Vera, was supposed to ‘look faster.’ But I was baffled at the hole on the bottom side of the chest, diameter about the length of my finger, the only break in a style that otherwise completely covered her torso.

“I think the design’s great,” I said, “Way better than our current solid color outfits. I just, I don’t understand the hole there, just below your– uh, above your belly.”

“You mean beneath my breasts?” Vera asked, giving me a look like she was holding back rolling her eyes.

“Err, yes.”

Vera placed her hands on either side of her chest and pulled her breasts upwards, giving a better angle to see the hole, and I blinked away all reactions, distracting as the sight had been. Through the hole, I could see the flesh at the base of her breasts, hints of the canyon between them. It was taking all my concentration to keep cool, in spite of a, shall we say, enormous personal interest in what I was seeing.

“That’s to allow drainage,” Vera explained, “Some water passes through the fabric during the swim, and this hole will allow it to drain out with minimal drag.” She pushed two fingers up into the hole, sliding them between her breasts, then dragged them back down to her belly, as if I needed a diagram to demonstrate.

“Uhh…” was all I could manage.

Vera slid her fingers back up through the hole and between her breasts, repeating the motion two more times. “Are you getting it?”

“I think I’m getting it,” I said dumbly.

“Good,” she said, matter of factly, “Because I want to try it out.” She leaned over and placed her hands onto the crotch of my shorts. Through the fabric, she squeezed my balls and cock. As my dick stiffened, she slid her fingers down its length, tracing my shaft down my thigh. Vera looked into my eyes with a sultry expression, and asked heavily, “Can you help me?”

There is no way that hole was there for what Vera said it was there for, but I didn’t say anything. And it may have been improper of me, but the chick was grabbing my cock, so I shoved my shorts down and leaned back, dick swinging free. Vera’s hands return to my cock, her slow strokes building my erection. Wordlessly, she slid off her chair and knelt between my legs, placing her breasts over my cock. As she lowered her tits down, I felt my erection grow even stiffer in anticipation as she guided it to that mysterious hole in her swimsuit. I couldn’t fucking believe it — where did she get this swimsuit? How did I get so lucky?

I watched my cock start its slow slide into the hole in Vera’s swimsuit. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as my erection made headway between her heavy, swollen breasts. Vera continued sliding her tits down my shaft until they were resting on my hips. My entire length was through the hole in her swimsuit, squeezed tight in her cleavage, the head of my cock pushing out against the fabric above her tits, just below her neck.

Vera held the position and gave me a wink. I realized my mouth was hanging open like a fool, but I was in heaven.

Coaching the swim team, I end up knowing well the bodies of my swimmers — bodies that are tight, firm, and athletic. I daily force myself to stay cool, to pretend not to notice the things my sexual animal brain definitely notices, to tactfully ignore the regular sight of long legs, plump asses, stiff nipples, camel toe. And in Vera’s particular case, to astutely avoid acknowledging her generously-sized chest.

So when suddenly all those barriers are gone and she’s got my cock sprung between her tits, I’m the hardest I’ve been in my life. Years of repressed urges, stolen glances, cold showers, and staying cool were flowing into my crotch, stiffening me further and further, until my cock had grown so flush even Vera noticed.

“Damn, you’re really hard,” she said, sliding her tits up my shaft, my cock being forced to retreat out the hole in her swimsuit.

I didn’t know why she was doing this, she’d never even flirted with me before, but I didn’t care. She playfully slapped my cock, watching it instantly spring back thick and full and upright. “Wow, it’s so hard,” she repeated, astonishment in her voice.

Her hands weren’t enough — all I wanted was for her tits back around my cock, to coat them in my cum. I didn’t even have to say anything, it must have been visible in my expression, “Don’t worry,” she said, “We’re not done with the hole yet.” And then she slid my dick back between her tits, pumping it slowly against her chest.

I groaned, and Vera’s smile widened. “I’ve seen you looking, you know,” she said, “Sneaking glances when you thought I wouldn’t notice.”

Damn. And here I thought I’d been discrete, that I’d been professional.

“You’re blushing!” she said, “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s only natural.” Her chest was milking my cock. I had never tit-fucked anyone before, I’d never thought it would feel good. But holy shit had I been wrong. Maybe it was something about the way the swimsuit so tightly squeezed her tits together, or maybe it was the ample size of her chest, or maybe it was the way she looked at me, seemingly so pleased to send me to ecstasy. Each time the head of my cock tented the swimsuit above her tits, I got a little bit more excited, lost a little bit more control.

The coach-athlete taboo had been thoroughly pierced, yet even as my cock slid between them, I still felt guilty staring at her tits, noticing the shape of her nipples poking through the swimsuit. I held the chair with an iron grip, as if I was afraid that the wrong move would suddenly end all this, and I’d be left denied.

“Relax, Coach,” Vera said, “You can take what you want.” She came to a stop, her tits suspended just above my hip, my cock mostly still between them.

All on their own, my hips began thrusting up and down, my cock desperate for the pleasure to resume.

“Grab them, it’s ok,” Vera said.

Tentatively, I reached out, still nervous even now to be groping one of my team members, ridiculous as that concern seemed at the moment. But I made contact, feeling the weight of Vera’s chest enter the palms of my hands, the warmth of her tits’ heat through the fabric of her swimsuit. It was heavenly. I squeezed, thumbing her nipples, making her gasp. But her smile never left, and I squeezed again, pushing her tits together, increasing the pressure on my cock.

Her look of delight broadened as my fucking grew to a furious tempo, my desperate need to cum taking full control of my senses.

“C’mon baby, I want you to cum for me,” Vera said, voice delicate and pleading, “I need you to spray cum all over my tits, do you think you can do that for me?”

“Oh, fuck,” was all I could manage.

The tension in my cock was building fast, I knew I wouldn’t be long now. My previous hesitation abandoned, my hands were now blatantly massaging and fondling her tits as I fucked them. I was enrapt with Vera’s chest, brought the crux of ecstasy by her forbidden body, barely able to believe that I’d be getting so lucky.

Vera encouraged me along, begging, “You’re so close, please, I need it, give me your cum.”

I groaned loudly as my body tensed. Unflinchingly, my hips thrust as my cock pulsed in orgasm, a fountain of cum spraying out. I saw the thick load of my spunk hit the inside of Vera’s swimsuit, felt it slickening my shaft as it dripped down between her breasts. With each wave of orgasm, another jet of semen spurted from my cock, until I’d filled Vera’s swimsuit with the contents of my balls.

I held my cock between her tits until I began going flaccid, finally pulling it from the hole, my cum dripping out with it.

“See? The drainage hole works.” Vera said, smiling. My cum kept dripping out. “Geeze, you had a lot in you,” Vera said, “Been a while?”

I just nodded, spent, slouching back in my chair.

Vera stood up, using a towel to mop up the spunk dribbling down the front of her swimsuit, looking pleased with herself.

“Vera.”

She paused while halfway out the door, “Yeah?”

“I like the new uniform,” I began, “But maybe we try it out a few more times before we make any decisions.”

She winked. “Sure thing,” she said, walking out of my office.

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