Fucking [M]y [F]ormer Debater [M26, F21]

I coached high school speech and debate for several years. I started coaching when I was an undergrad and continued throughout my time in grad school. It’s an unexpectedly crazy, stressful, competitive little world, so I thought I might share a few stories from my time in that world.

This story takes place in 2009, when I was into my second year of graduate school and my former student, Asha, was a college senior. At the time she was 21 or 22 and I was in my mid twenties. My memory of the event is still pretty clear but, seeing that it’s been more than 10 years, the dialogue isn’t going to be exact.

A bit about me (in the ways that matter for these stories): I’m a fairly generic white guy, 6’ 1”, 190lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, and a 7” uncut thick cock. I always try to keep in shape, but don’t always succeed.

Asha’s parents were Indian immigrants. I think her mother was a doctor and her father was some kind of engineer. She was petite (maybe 5’ 0”, maybe 120 lbs) and carried herself with a lot of confidence. She had striking with brown skin, dark eyes, and a mane of thick black hair. Over the the two years I coached her, Asha never had any great successes, I think she mostly did speech because her parents pushed her to do it, but it was always fun to hangout with her and be smart on weekends. Seeing that we were relatively close in age, and I was only a part-time assistant coach, we actually became really good friends by the time Asha graduated in 2006. She went away to a big name university in the midwest a few hours away. We were friends on Facebook and stayed in touch, but I never thought that much about her until Asha texted me in fall of 2009.

<Hey, I’m going to be back home in a few weeks for fall break. Do you still need hired judges for speech on weekends?>

<Sure!> I wrote. We were always in desperate need of judges. <Just let me know when you’ll be in town. I’d love to pay you to judge.> I looked at my judging schedule and I was able to get her a judging spot at a local tournament at the end of her break week.

<Perfect! I drive back on Sunday. I could really use the money and it will be great to see you again.>

<Great,> I wrote back, <see you then.>

We texted a bit over the next weeks leading up to the tournament. It was mostly logistical stuff about the tournament: when she should be there, what she should bring, what she should wear. Thinking back on it, some of what we both wrote got kind of flirty.

On the day of the tournament I was checking in our hired judges when I saw Asha walk in. She was wearing boyfriend jeans, a college sweatshirt, and a pair of low-top Chucks. Her hair was in the kind of messy bun that most college girls perfect during their freshman year. She looked phenomenal in an “I don’t care” kind of way. She ran over and gave me a hug. We talked briefly, saying how great it was to see one another and doing a quick run down of the day. I gave her a judging assignment and a pay form. She thanked me and headed off to judge her rounds.

I didn’t see her much during the day, but at the end of the day, after the final rounds, she found me to turn in her pay form and thank me one more time.

“Thanks again,” she said. “I really need this money, I need to pay to retake the GRE in a few weeks.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I know what it’s like being a poor college student. I’m glad we could work something out. You’re applying to grad schools?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what else to do after college and my parents want me to apply to a few programs. Hey, you’re in grad school, what do you think?”

“That’s a really complicated conversation…”

“How about we grab dinner. I’d love to have more time to talk and get a little ‘complicated.’”

“Well,” I said, “I need to wait for the last kid to get picked up, but after that I’m free. Sure , that sounds fine.” I’ve been accused of sometimes being a bit dense. This was one of those times.

When the last kid was picked up, we drove our cars to an Old Chicago near the tournament site. We got a table, sat down, and ordered. The restaurant was warm, so Asha took off her sweatshirt to reveal a tight v-neck t shirt. She had always been petite and somewhat curvy, but clearly some of her freshman fifteen had gone into filling out her chest. Maybe it was the beer buzz, but I remember thinking in that moment that her tits looked phenomenal.

As we talked about what we’d each done over the last 3 years, It quickly became apparent that Asha had come into her own and “cut loose” once she was free from living her parents. She told me about bombing out of her premed program and her move to majoring in Political Science. She said her parents pressuring her to go on to get a PhD, but that she really didn’t want to. When we finally got to talking about my grad school experiences, I told her some of my horror stories from my first year.

“That all sounds awful,” she said. “Why would anyone want to do that?”

I didn’t have a good answer. All I could say was that “I thought it would beat the alternative. But I can tell you, it does get better and easier. The second year has been way better than the first.”

We were having a good time, but by 8:00 the noise and the crowd and the 12-hour tournament work day were starting to get to me. I told Asha I should probably head home.

“Ooooh, I’m having fun,” she pouted. “Look, it’s still early and I don’t want to leave. Can we go hang our at your place?”

“Uhh, sure I guess…” Again, in hindsight, I’ve always been a little dense.

It had gotten cold out. As we stepped outside Asha grabbed out my arm, “for warmth” she said. I let her snuggle in and I walked her to her car, walked to my own, and then led the way as we drove back to my apartment near my campus. We both parked out front and walked up the stairs to my place.

“This is really nice,” she said as she looked around. It wasn’t, but I suppose a one-bedroom apartment full of IKEA furniture is “really nice” for someone living in undergraduate housing. Asha took of her shoes and sweatshirt and plopped down on my coach. “Thanks for being straight with me about grad school. Everything you read online and hear from recruiters is so cheery and glossy.”

I handed her a beer from my fridge and sat down next to her. “Yeah, I get that. I had no idea what to expect and My first year was rough,” I replied. “If you really want or need to get a PhD, I guess it’s worth it, but I can think of a lot of easier and cheaper ways to avoid the real world for a few years.”

We turned the lights off and the TV on and flipped through the channels. I think we eventually settled on one of the Harry Potter movies. We sat there making snarky comments, drinking, and hanging out. After a few minutes Asha crawled over and rested her head on my shoulder. This wasn’t unusual, she’d often done so as a student when she got tired as tournaments dragged on. It all just felt very comfortable and I dozed off.

***

I half woke up a short while later with a hard-on and the feeling of something moving against the front of my jeans. I looked down to find Asha’s head in my lap. She was mouthing and gently stroking my cock through my jeans. It took a second for what was happening to register. When it did, I jumped awake. “What, are you…!”

“Shhhh,” she soothed as she looked up at me. “Look, I’ll level with you. I’ve been living with my family for a week and I need some dick. You’re cute and you helped make high school bearable and you helped me out today. So I figured, why not? Now, is this going to happen, or do I need to walk to some frat house to get fucked?”

I stopped to think for a few seconds. Grad school had stranded me in the middle of a long and serious dry spell. It had been a long time. I knew all of the reasons to say no, but, in that moment, none of them seemed to matter. I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pushed her face back down onto my lap. She let out a satisfied-sounding sigh and started to stroke and nibble on my cock through my jeans. After a few more minutes of teasing, she lifted her head to aggressively kiss me. I pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me and felt her start to grind her pussy on my cock as we kissed.

After a few minutes of making out and dry humping Asha broke the kiss, “I want to suck your dick” she panted. She reached down, unbuttoned my jeans and grabbed my cock inside my boxers. She slid her hand up and down my length, “I didn’t know you were uncut.”

Ah, the paradox of an uncircumcised penis: everything feels better but everything needs more cleaning. “Yeah sorry,” I said, “let me go get cleaned…”

“No, you wait right here. Where are your towels?”

I told here where the were in the bathroom.

“Alright, get undressed and I’ll be right back.” She stood up and walked to my bathroom. She closed the door and I heard her turn on the water.

I took of my pants and shirt and waited. When Asha came out she had let her hair down and was only wearing a black bra and pair of bright teal boy shorts. The other part of her freshman fifteen had clearly gone to her ass. “Sorry about the mismatch” she said as she walked back. “I hadn’t necessarily planned on getting fucked today.”

“Glad to be happy accident,” I replied. We both laughed.

She knelt between my legs and started to clean me off with a warm towel. She wiped down my cock and balls, cleaning and massaging both with the towel. She slowly worked my foreskin back before wiping my head clean. “I’ve hooked up with a lot of guys from the international students group, a lot of them are uncut too,” she explained. She put the towel on the floor and started to gently kiss my cock from the base to the tip. When she got to the tip he switched to licking the underside of my head. I gasped, she giggled. Finally, she took my whole head in her mouth and started to slowly bob her head up and down.

I love a good, slow, and sloppy blowjob, and Asha did not disappoint. As she bobbed her head on my cock, her tongue went to work and her spit started to flow. With one hand she stroked her spit onto my shaft and with another she massaged my balls. I groaned and grabbed two handfuls of her hair so that I could feel her movements with my whole body.

Before long I needed a break. I guided her up by her chin into another kiss. She crawled onto my lap and straddled me again. Her face was a mess and she tasted like me. As we made out, I reached around to unhook her bra. She shrugged it off and tossed it aside. I gave each of her dark nipples a light pinch and got rewarded by Asha moaning into my mouth. She started to grind her pussy on me again.

This time I broke our kiss “I want to taste you,” I growled. She happily bit at my lips and I rolled us over on the couch. I kissed my way down her chest, stopping to suck each of her nipples, and then I kissed down her soft stomach. Her legs were already spread and her boy shorts were visibly soaked. I pulled them to the side to give her a lick and sneak a quick taste of her wetness. Asha gasped, and squeezed her legs around my head. I turned my head and kissed her thighs as I lifted her ass off the couch to take off her boy shorts. I ran my finger through the curly hair of her landing strip and then spread her pussy lips with my hands and kissed her clit for the first time. She bucked her pussy into my face and I could feel her hook her ankles behind by back. I tilted my face to lick her out and them started alternating between gently kissing and sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue.

As I ate Asha out, my hands were gripping her thighs. I reached up with my left hand to play with her breasts. I started stroking one of her nipples and rolling it between my fingers. I then slid two fingers from my right hand into her pussy. That got a huge moan out of her. As I started to fuck her with the fingers on my right hand, she pulled my left hand from her breast and started to suck on my fingers.

Asha’s breathing got a little faster and her thighs started to squirm and flex around my head and neck. I could tell she was close, so I pulled my fingers from her mouth and started to pinch and stroke her nipples with my slick fingers. That put her over the edge. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” was all she could get out. I tried to keep going with my mouth and hand, but Asha tensed up and put a hand over her pussy and pushed me away. “Stop, stop,” she groaned, “let me ride this one.” I sat back to watch her cum. She sat there writhing for a few seconds before she started furiously rubbing her clit. A few seconds later, she moaned as she came hard again.

I don’t remember my exact reaction, but I’m pretty sure I said something dumb like “That was hot.”

“Thanks,” she panted, still a little shaky. “I needed that.”

I climb up to the couch and laid on my back. Asha rolled/crawled on top of me and rested her head on my chest. We were both a mess. After a few minutes of cuddling and stroking her hair, I suggested we might be more comfortable in my bedroom. She nodded her head on my chest. She got up, took my hand, and walked me to my bedroom.

In a move that I can only describe as “adorably sexy,” Asha leapt onto my bed and belly flopped onto my mattress. I crawled up the bed behind her, kissing and nibbling my way up her dark thighs, ass, back and shoulders. She seemed to especially like it when I nipped at the small of her back. She had her face to the side, looking incredibly content. I move her mess of dark hair to the side, and started to kiss her neck. She started to gently hump my bed and grind her ass against my cock. She slid forward ever so slightly and my cock head brushed past her ass and landed against her pussy lips.

“I need that dick inside of me,” she whimpered.

I kissed Asha’s cheek, climbed off of her, and went to grab a condom from my bedside table. As I turned around, Asha reached over from the bed and took the packet from my hand.

“You know, I’m on the pill.”

“That’s fine,” I said, “but better safe than sorry.”

“Lame.” She open tore the condom wrapper. “ Oh well, I guess you’ll just last longer inside me.” She grabbed me by my cock, and pulled me over to her face. She pulled my foreskin back, kissed and licked my head, and then rolled the condom down my shaft.

I climbed back on the bed. I wasn’t sure what Asha wanted to do, but she made things really clear when she got up on her hands and knees. I moved around behind her and lined up my cock with her slit. She reached a hand back and guided me into her pussy. She gave a satisfied sigh as I slowly sank in. I adjusted my knees for a better angle and then started to move.

I started with some short, shallow strokes. At first Asha was pretty quiet, but as we found our rhythm, she started to get more vocal.

“Ah, Fuck me! Give me your dick!”

Encouraged, I decided to switch over to longer and deeper thrusts. I grabbed Asha’s hips and pulled my cock all the way before slamming it back into her. Her ass and my hips made a loud smack.

“Ahhhh! God, you’re so deep.”

After the first few long deep strokes, she got into the new rhythm and started fucking me back. She would slam her ass and hips back as I pushed forward. My bedroom filled with the loud smacks of our bodies coming together. A few more thrust and Asha let me know I’d found her spot.

“That’s so good, right there!”

I reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back, and started ramming into her. She started to moan with each deep thrust.

“Don’t stop! Right there! Right there!”

I felt Asha reach back and start rubbing her clit and I could feel her body clench as she started to come again. She wrapped her hand around cock to stop me as she rode another orgasm. As she came down, I let go of her hair and she laid her head on the mattress. She let go of my cock, and I slide back into her. I started leisurely fucking her with long, slow strikes.

After a few minutes of lazy fucking, I could feel myself getting close. “I’m almost there.” I said.

She looked back at me over her shoulder and said “Cum in me.”

I grabbed onto Asha’s hips and started to thrust fast and deep, stroking my cock with her pussy. A few long quick thrusts and I came, hard. After the first spurt, I slammed into Asha as deep as I could, pushing her down into the mattress. That got an approving groan from Her as we sank down together and I emptied myself into her.

I laid on top of her, feeling her breath beneath me for a few moments, before I pulled out and rolled over on my back next to her. She pulled herself over me, we kissed, and she put her head on my chest.

We laid like that for a while, just holding each other. Eventually Asha got up to use the bathroom. She came back into the room, she sat on the bed.

“Thanks again, I really needed that too. Do you have a T-shirt I can wear while we sleep?”

A cold wave of fear washed over me. What had I just done? The last thing I needed was for Asha parents to come looking for her and to find her in my apartment and in my bed. That would be bad for lots of reasons. My face must have spoken volumes.

Asha read me like a book,. “Don’t worry,” she said, “this isn’t my first time fucking behind my parents back. I told my them I was leaving right after the tournament. I had planned to, but you gave me a reason to stick around. My parents think I’m already back at school. I texted my mom that I was back on campus when we got to your place.”

Somewhat relieved, I told Asha where my t-shirt drawer was. She got off the bed and started to dig through my shirts. I got up to use the bathroom and get rid of the condom. As I walked out the bedroom door, Asha called out “Grab my panties while you’re out there.”

When I got done in the bathroom, I found Asha’s boy shorts on the floor near the coach. I grabbed and put on my boxers, grabbed her panties, and headed back to the bedroom.

When I came back, Asha was lying in my bed. Out of f all of the shirts in my drawer, she had chosen the speech team shirt from her senior year of high school.

“Nice shirt,” I said.

“It seemed appropriately inappropriate” she responded.

I handed Asha her boy shorts and she pulled them on. I got into bed next to her, and we curled up together to sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rpug1h/fucking_my_former_debater_m26_f21