Swim Meet [MF] [age gap]

It was humiliating! Haley was leading the race in the thousand-meter free, when her hamstring seized and knotted. She pumped her arms for all she was worth, but it wasn’t enough. She slipped to fourth place in the last pool length. A poorly timed cramp cost her a championship! The victory party she planned, the notoriety, the eye of that certain senior swimmer, were all gone.

She tried to take it in stride. She was 19 and a university freshman. It was an incredible achievement for her to even qualify for this race, but that was not the sentiment she saw on the faces of her team. She only saw disappointment bordering on disgust.

She was the last one in the locker room. She sat there sulking in her defeat, icing her aching leg, replaying those final seconds over and over in her mind.

“There will be other races!” A voice bellowed from the door. It was her coach. He was a fit man with broad shoulders on a lean frame. The salt and pepper hair of his early 40s gave him a distinguished look that Haley found more appealing than she wanted to admit. He smiled warmly.

“Not other chances to be a champion as a freshman!” Haley scoffed.

“True. But stories with all victory and no setback are boring! You’re anything but boring, Haley. I know this hurts now, but I know you’re going to turn this into something great.”

Hearing the praise in his voice filled Haley’s chest with warmth. While everyone else gave her sunken looks of pity, he filled her with ease.

“Thanks.” Haley sighed.

She pulled herself to stand and took a few halting steps on her aching leg.

“You can barely walk! Get over to the massage table and let’s see if we can work those knots out.”

She limped her way over and layed down on the firm table of the athletic training room. She breathed deeply, and tried to relax as she felt the firm hands of her coach pressing into her skin. His touch was warm and strong. It made her heartbeat flutter, and the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“You’re nothing but knots!” Her coach scoffed. “This might take a while.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Haley sighed. “Not like I’d be welcome at the victory party anyway.”

She felt the waves of warm release from his massaging hards battling the rigid entrenched nodules of her weary muscles. It hurt, but the release felt after the pain subsided made it worth every agonizing moment.

He worked his hands up her thigh as she lay on her stomach. He stretched and kneeded her weary muscles, and Haley let out an involuntary sigh. As he continued on, his hand grazed the edge of her labia. Just a thin piece of fabric seperated his hand from her most intimate parts.

He didn’t notice, or acted like he didn’t, but Haley’s head started spinning. She felt a tingling, throbbing sensation building in her low abdomen. A deep itch. She fought the urge to tense and release the muscles of her pelvis. She was getting wet! He couldn’t know the effect he was having on her. What would he think?!? She was getting turned on! He’d never look at her the same way if he knew.

Haley opened her eyes. Next to the table at eye level, she had the perfect vantage to see the growing bulge in her coaches khakis.

“Holy fuck!” She thought. Even through his pants she could tell he was huge. She wasn’t a virgin, her and her school boyfriend had almost worn out the back seats of his Honda, but he wasn’t endowed like this. This was a MAN’S cock pulsing in front of her.

She had always been shy and reserved, but for a moment, she let her impulses take control. She reached out her hand and took hold of him.

“Haley!” He gasped. “What are you doing?! You can’t….. We can’t…..”

“It’s ok!” She reassured. “No one is here, and I’ve always thought you were cute. I can tell you want this….”

She didn’t wait for his reply. She grabbed his zipper and inched it down, springing free her target. His cock was impressive. Eight inches with a thick throbbing head, shiny and alluring. His uncut foreskin sliding back and forth as she grasped his shaft and gently stroked up and down his length. His balls hung heavy, stately, befitting his taut and muscled physique.

“Haley… That feels amazing…..”

“Oh really? She replied coyly. “What about this?…” With that she wrapped her lips around the tip and started to work up and down with her mouth.

“Fuck!!! Haley!”

He shuttered as her tongue explored every part of his cock head. She liked the control she felt in that moment. An older man was at her mercy. Putty in her hands, hanging on every minute motion of her proving tongue. He was getting harder and harder by the moment.

She needed this cock. She’d only been with one other guy, and that was her high school boyfriend. He was far from this big, and never had the effect on her that she was experiencing now.

Her eyes must have betrayed her desires, because in that instant, he slipped the straps of her swim suite over her shoulders and started peeling down her one-piece. Her naked body lay on the massage table entirely exposed and vulnerable. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. Kneeling down, he admired the athletes body before him. Modest B cup breasts supported by strong shoulders, a toned midsection leading to powerful muscular thighs, each concealing a delicate pussy. She was waxed completely so nothing stuck out awkwardly from her suit. It was so inviting he had to taste it. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh before starting to explore her folds with his tongue. Softly up and down, probing for her secret places. As he found her clit she tensed and inhaled sharply. He maintained his orbit abound her pleasure center, softly tracing circles as the energy build inside her. She alternately tensed and relaxed her hips to build the sensation. Then the tip of his fingers finding her opening proved too much. As they explored the walls of her, they found the spot that drove her over the edge. With a beckoning motion, he caressed her hidden pleasure center while his tongue continued it’s laps. She moaned, nearly screaming, her thighs tensing and her hips lifting off the table. She was light headed, heart pounding, breathing deeply.

He stood up as she recovered. Her pussy was only inches from it’s goal. He stood and approached, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Haley…. Are you sure?”

“Yes! Fuck me! Please!”

Her answer killed his last fiber of hesitation. He pulled her back onto him, the throbbing head of his cock slowly separating her labia, and then accelerating as he filled her.

“Oh God you’re big!” She moaned. She felt the sting of her body stretching to accept this intruder. The sharp pain blended with the tingling throbbing sensation building deep in her pelvis. Her head was swimming as his muscular hips withdrew and advance his battering-ram of a member again and again.

“Haley! You feel incredible!”

She couldn’t even reply. She had found her rhythm, raising and lowering her pelvis to meet each thrust. Her breaths again grew short and sharp, and she felt trembling electric shocks rushing to every cell of her body. Her gaze alternated back and forth between the mix of pleasure and determination on his face, and the gold band on his hand.

“Yes! Yes! Ahhh!”

Her orgasm was the strongest she ever experienced. She was lost in a sea of firing neurons, only vaguely aware that there was a man still inside her. In bliss.

Seeing her finish was more than the coach could bear. He felt his balls drawing upward, and his release approaching the point where he could no longer fight it. His animal brain compelled him to plant his load into this vivacious young woman, to fill her, to mark her as his own. Only at the last moment did a fiber of judgement interrupt his lust. He withdrew himself from her as his orgasm erupted, barely leaving her canal before pulses of hot cum ejected from him, splattering the outside of her pussy.

“Is anyone still here?” Echoed a voice from the hall.

The coach hurriedly tucked his semi hard cock back in his pants while Haley ducked behind a laundry hamper. She hurriedly dressed pulling her panties on over the evidence of their tryst.

“We gotta lock of for the night!” A janitors voice boomed.

“Ok!” On the way out! Coach croaked.

They both hurriedly left and went their separate ways. As Haley sped to the car, she couldn’t help but notice her leg didn’t hurt anymore.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y581fz/swim_meet_mf_age_gap