True Sex Stories: I Could Feel My Cunt Quiver In Anticipation. Not Yet, Little Slut, I Admonished Myself, Not Yet.

The prim librarian and the Coach rendezvous in the backseat of a car.

Coach came by the library yesterday ostensibly to find some new training materials for the recruits. Pretending he couldn't find what he was looking for, little-old-reference-desk-me graciously accompanied him to his destination. I looked the part of the prim librarian today: a no-nonsense pencil skirt and somewhat frumpy cardigan (to be fair, it was cold) over a pale, pink lace camisole with my hair pulled back into a sloppy bun. As soon as we were out of eyesight, I felt Coach inch closer as walked. Soon he was pressed into my back, fiddling with the hem of my skirt. Coach and I play these games together, you see… Neither of us will push past that initial barrier of racy flirtation. I fantasize about him for days, but there was always a mutual understanding that we wouldn't be physical. Dirty talk, invasion of space, yes. Sucking his cock, him sticking a finger up my ass, no.

It all changed. As I felt him against my back, no not just him, his cock, half-hard already, I decided that he was going to eat my pussy today. Turning around and catching Coach off guard, I cupped the bulge in his pants and squeezed. He hissed and looked at me, as I massaged him. Keeping my voice low, I told him to meet me at the parking lot in 15 minutes. I pinched his bulge one last time, and walked away: slowly and deliberately.

Lucky for me, I recently purchased a car with four doors. You have no idea how much easier it is to fuck in a backseat that you don't have to climb over. Making my excuses for an early lunch, I left as quickly as I could and sauntered towards the lot. Employees have assigned spots in the rear behind a row of dumpsters. Normally disgusting, today it would suit my needs. Coach was standing outside with shoulders hunched looking for all the world like a man scared out of his own shadow. I breezed by him without saying a word, hoping he'd take the hint and follow. Almost like déjà vu, I felt him close the distance between us. In my haste, I dropped my keys and as I bent over to retrieve them, Coach snuck a hand beneath my skirt and traced the crack of my ass through my satin-silk panties. My breath hitched and I stilled: bent over at the waist, ass in the air, finger tip tracing a lazy line up and down my crack. Up and down, up and down, he teased me maddeningly and it went straight to my pussy. I felt myself getting wet. I could smell my arousal. Straightening, I opened my car door and climbed in the backseat, Coach trailing after me.

Comfortable it isn't, but someone eating my pussy between the latest Danielle Steel novel and old copies of Nora Roberts' trash wasn't my cup of tea. Coach covered my body with his and tried to kiss me. I turned my head and wagged my finger at him. Looking puzzled he sat, back and waited.

"Eat me," I said simply, "Make me scream."

Bunching my skirt around my waist, he hooked a finger around the band of my panties and yanked them down. I scooted into a lady of leisure position, and waited until he fit himself into the floorboard for his task. Once he was ready, I ran my hand through his hair; soothingly at first, but then more insistent. Getting the hint, he leaned over my lap and pulled apart my pussy lips, and lowered his face into my cunt. A single tongue flick of my clit, caused me to jump. I was already wet for him and he knew it. Spreading my thighs even more he settled into his task. I needed this. I needed the release his talented tongue and fingers could give me.

Legitimately, slurping my pussy now, Coach my was making happy little noises in the back of his throat. I moaned and cried and begged like a slut for more. I wanted his tongue to never stop. He began to nibble on my clit directly sending me screaming into an orgasm, but he wasn't done. Lifting his face up, I saw how shiny it was with my wetness. He grinned at me and ground the heel of his palm into my pussy. Pushing and rubbing and grinding, the other hand sought my tits. He grabbed them violently and crushed them in his hand over and over again. How he or I managed to remove my sweater and roll my tank top up to expose my tits to his face, I don't know. He captured one nipple in his mouth and bit down hard enough to make me scream. Coach continued to alternate between slapping my pussy and massaging it. The juxtaposition of the slight pain and fair amount of pleasure was too much. I came all over his hand moaning and keening with sounds of pleasure. Without missing a beat, he removed his hand from my cunt and stuck his fingers in my mouth. Gagging me with my own sticky juices and his fingers touching my tongue… I was in heaven.

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