Liz left Sam and her Coach in the gym and retired to the women’s restroom. There were three stalls, one was occupied with the door closed, the middle one was occupied by a girl and a senior boy, the door wide open. Liz could see his balls slapping against her winking asshole as he used her. The girl laid still and quiet while he got his fill of her pussy. Liz slipped into the final stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her messy face clean.
Hearing the wet sounds of sex next door was driving her wild. Lifting her skirt she pulled her panties down letting them hang limply around her ankle as she raised her legs up. Her fingers quickly found her clit and she began to rub it vigorously. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she stifled the moan in her throat. Minute after minute went by as memories and fantasies filled her blank mind. Her eyes closed shut to drive off any reminders that she was in a school toilet. She felt her pussy convulse and then a rough hand grip her exposed inner thigh. She let out a sharp intake of breath in surprise. Part of her wanted to open her eyes to know who’s it was, but another voice in her head told her to keep her eyes shut. The thrill of an unknown man feeling her up as she masturbated for him, no, as she prepared herself for him.
She heard his belt buckle unfastening as he pulled his pants down and then felt him poke her entrance. He was thick, and uncut from the feel of it. He didn’t thrust in at first, he simply moved her hand out of the way. Sliding the tip of his cock up and down the slick needy entrance of her sex, teasing both of them. Liz whimpered, biting her lip but kept her eyes snapped shut. She could smell him now, it was a musky smell, like cinnamon and sweat. Her mind trembled as her primal instincts filled her every body. The nerves all along her body fired with need, then, after a pause, he plunged.
His cock was enormous, not only was it thicker then she had ever experienced but it was longer too. The head of his cock met her cervix gently and she still couldn’t feel his groin slap into hers. She figured he had another inch at least that didn’t fit into her cunt…yet. Groaning loudly and wincing slightly from the girth of his manhood Liz laid her head back. This was a mistake. The exposed nape of her neck must have given her user naughty ideas because one of his hands shot out and gripped her throat tightly.
Choking her beneath him he began to thrust roughly into Liz. His grip was so tight she saw dots in the darkness of her eye lids before he released her briefly. She gasped and sputtered for air between moans of pleasure. Then he squeezed her again, and again. His cock pounded her poor pussy over and over, it seemed to reshape her insides until she felt him finally bottom out with a sharp stab of pain. She was unable to protest as she couldn’t breathe. Again, he bottomed out, then again and again. His cock pounding against the entrance to her cervix until the pain stopped. He had forced her body to accommodate his massive cock.
For what felt like an eternity the mystery man fucked and choked Liz to her limit. Her legs trembled on either side of his neck as the rested on his shoulders, then she came. The toilet seat beneath her was spattered with her creamy grool and squirt. Her pussy contracted and squeezed the man’s orgasm out in return. With one last deep thrust he grunted and released her neck. Grabbing a fistful of hair as he pulled her head towards his. Their foreheads locked together as his cum splattered her insides and into her womb directly. Finally, Liz opened her eyes to see a sweaty and disheveled man in his late forties. His button up t shirt was wrinkled and his neck tie was loose around his collar. It was her history teacher Mr. Crestwell. He pulled his cock out of her now used and gaping hole and tripped as he fumbled with his slacks.
Liz felt his cum leaking out of her pussy as she lay there gasping for air. Finally after Mr. Crestwell had left she got up. Her legs barely held her up as she drunkenly stumbled to the sink to wash up. Her neck was pink where he had choked her but her make up was alright. She wondered if keeping her eyes closed had helped? Leaning on the stone counter top for another moment she looked back.
The other girl in the stall was still laying there. Cum was leaking from her pussy and her ass and she was handcuffed to the stall. Liz understood, this girl was in after school detention, her punishment was a pleasure station. At that very moment another senior boy came in and smiled at her before letting his jeans fall to the floor. He instantly went at it, fucking the poor girl as he saw fit. Liz then realized that Mr. Crestwell probably thought she too had been a pleasure station girl. She smiled and left the bathroom as the girl moaned once again. She wasn’t a pleasure girl, not today. Today she was just another slut at the school.
She had better hurry, she had already made the coach wait quite awhile. He would not be happy if she made him wait any longer. By the time Liz made it to the schools parking lot her legs had recovered…slightly. They still felt like jello and sticky from the load of cum now leaking and soaking her panties. She saw Mr. Raymond waiting by his truck for her. He was on his phone and only looked up when her sneakers ground some gravel into the pavement.
“There you are, I was about to send a search party for you.” He chuckled and pocketed his phone surveying her. His eyes lingered on her athletic thighs before moving back to her face. “Ready to go?”
Liz nodded and smiled a bright toothy grin. “Yes Coach I’m ready.” She blushed and adjusted her sticky panties when he looked away. “Sorry for making you wait. There was a small delay in the restroom. You know how it can be.” She walked to the back seat and hopped in sitting in the rear passenger side seat. Mr. Raymond sat down and glanced at her in his mirror before smiling.
“Yes I do know what you mean.” He put the truck in gear and they left the school. Liz sat silently in the backseat staring out the window as they drove in silence for a few minutes. Then Mr. Raymond glanced at her in the mirror again.
“So, who was the lucky man. I know what happened, I can smell the sex on you.” He smirked as he looked back at the road before him. Liz blushed and murmured softly. “Mr. Crestwell.”
The Coach nodded his approval. “I hope Mr. Crestwell didn’t use up all my favorite girl’s stamina.”
Liz giggled and blushed before wiggling slightly in her seat with excitement. “Oh no Coach, you know I am always ready for more when your involved.” She leaned forward and squeezed his should in a flirty manner. He chuckled and they drove the rest of the way in silence. Occasionally their eyes would lock in the rear view mirror, Liz would blush and look back out her window whenever this happened. Finally, they arrived at her house. Her parents were rich business owners, so their home was large and comfortable. However, they were constantly busy so rarely home these days. Liz and her Coach took full advantage of the privacy.
Stepping out into the late afternoon sun the both of them moved quickly into the home. The moment the door closed and locked behind them, Liz’s bag was tossed aside and her Coach’s hands were on her. It was a tight embrace followed by a rough and hungry kiss. His beard tickled her as his tongue invaded her mouth and danced with hers. Her heart fluttered as his hands slid down her curves and cupped her full ass under her mini skirt. He groaned with lust as he felt her witty and sticky thigh gap and mound. Kissing down her neck to nip her collar bone before he knelt between her legs.
He forced one of her legs up and onto his shoulder making her stumble back against the wall. Standing on one leg as her hands clutched the back of his smooth head. He hungrily tore her panties off with a rough jerk. The useless wet fabric balled up into his fist before he stuffed them into Liz’s mouth. The salt of cum and musk of her pussy flooded her nose and taste buds as he knelt once again. His face found her hungry loins and he began to devour her cunt.
Standing against the wall, one leg trembling like jello once again, her groin being feasted on by her coach, Liz couldn’t help but cum quickly. Her thighs trembled and she collapsed onto Mr. Raymond’s shoulders as she cried out in lust. The carpet beneath them in the hall spattered with darkening wet spots as with one last flick of his tongue Mr. Raymond scooped Liz up in his muscular arms and carried her to her bedroom.
Liz’s bedroom was of moderate size. The far wall was filled by an end to end mirror of sliding doors leading to her closet. Along the mirror she had hung decorative strands of various objects. He tossed her onto her bed onto all fours and flipped her skirt up. Grabbing her pony tail and pulling her neck back he forced her look at them in the mirror. Then he began to fuck her. Just like he had with Sam only hours before, his hips slammed into hers over and over. Liz’s full ass rippled with each pounding thrust. Her warm, sloppy pussy dripped and squelched as her sheets were ruined with her grool.
Mr. Raymond leaned across the smaller teen girl’s back and kissed her on the collar as he spaced his thrusts. Each one was hard and deep like strategic punches, each one causing Liz to cry out. Finally with one last forceful thrust he came. His load joined Mr. Crestwell’s and he let her fall face down onto her bed. Her body trembling beneath him. He spat into her dazed mouth before kissing her passionately. Her eyes fluttered with dazed joy as he got up and fixed his clothes.
“See you tomorrow Liz. Don’t wear panties. I have a wonderful plan for your next session.” He left without a backwards glance at the spent girl. She heard her front door slam behind him and she rolled over onto her back. She was utterly exhausted and in need of a shower. She needed to make sure she was presentable for when her Father finally got home.
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