Coaching Missy

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“Look, Missy, don’t be alarmed,” Beth said. “This is
standard procedure for all freshman sisters.”

She went on to explain the spring semester service
requirement for the girls’ sorority, Sigma Epsilon Xi. “Everyone on campus
knows that the SEX ladies are the absolute best fucks around. This is serious
for us. It’s practically our trademark: the best parties, the hottest women,
and definitely the most talented in the bedroom. So each freshman has to go
through a round of training at the end of her first year to make sure, as she
heads into a long summer break, that she’s well-equipped to represent SEX well.
Got it?”

Missy frowned and gave Beth a sidelong glance. The two were
sharing a large, puffy couch in the sorority house’s main living room. Beth
leafed through a stack of papers and scratched notes with a pencil.

 “Our service project...is fucking?” Missy asked.

“Exactly!”

“I don’t have to do a bake sale or something, for stray cats
and dogs, nothing like that?”

“Nope. Just go to one or two coaching sessions with a select
instructor here on campus.”

“Well, sign me up, then! I mean, I thought I was doing well
in that department. Robby sure didn’t complain, and I met my minimum quota
easily. Ten guys in the fall semester!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve been just fine,” Beth said. “We
wouldn’t have picked you if we hadn’t seen potential. This is to make sure
you’re staying on the right track. Always improving, skill building, things
like that.”

“So who’s my instructor?” Missy asked.

“For you, it’s a piece of cake. You already work for the
baseball team, right? You’ve been assigned to Stephen, the assistant coach.
Meet him after practice tonight. He’ll take you through the first session.”

Missy was the junior clubhouse attendant for the team so she
knew Stephen well. She hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off him. He was a
former player, recently graduated, and he was just like all the other players –
tall, muscular, and tan from so many hours working on the practice fields. Except
Stephen was bigger, sexier, and more confident than everyone else. He commanded
attention on the field. He was quite literally a man among boys.

Missy was sure of this because every once in awhile, when
she felt brave, she peeked into the group shower to check out the guys.

Stephen is just the man to coach me up, Missy thought. Just
the
cock
to coach me up. It was time to go further her education.

She ran up to her room and put on her shortest shorts and a
gray athletic department t-shirt that was a size too small. Missy had firm,
ripe breasts that stretched the college’s logo until the mascot, a hawk, looked
fat and plump. She didn’t wear a bra – it was important that Stephen knew she
was a serious student – and she wanted her breasts to bounce freely. Plus, she
got hot at the thought of guys watching her as she went to her appointment.
That wouldn’t hurt, would it? A little preliminary wetness to make sure she was
prepared.

Missy completed the outfit with running shoes and low-cut
socks that emphasized her long, lean legs. She practically ran to the baseball
stadium.

Missy remembered that Stephen frequently showered after the
team left, and she had a hunch that would be the case on this particular day.
Sure enough, as she lingered near the locker room entrance, Missy heard a
single shower start up. She tiptoed toward the steamy center of the room.
Everyone else was gone. Stephen’s towel dangled on a hook. She yanked it free
and tossed it into a nearby laundry bin. Then she hid every other towel in
sight...except for one that she kept tucked behind her back.

Beth had already called ahead to schedule the session, but
Missy wanted to add a little surprise. She waited in a corner of the locker
room that gave her a good vantage point of the shower area entrance. A faucet
squeaked off.

“Hey!” Stephen shouted. “Who took my damn towel? What the
fuck!”

Missy held her breath. Stephen sounded a lot angrier than
she thought he’d be.

“Okay, you assholes. You’re supposed to pull pranks on each
other. Coaches are off limits!”

She heard his footsteps on the tile floor, and then she
sucked in her breath as Stephen emerged from a cloud of steam.

He was...gorgeous. And completely naked, of course. Easily
over six feet tall, muscles rippling in his chest and abdomen, those neat little
lines near the hips that pointed right toward his large, mouth-watering cock.

Missy’s eyes opened wide as she stared at Stephen’s package.
It was thick and long, dripping with water that was streaming down his torso
and continuing along chiseled thighs. A small patch of dark brown hair framed
his cock and balls, but for the most part Stephen was impossibly smooth, his
skin glistening under the bare light bulb swinging overhead.

Missy was instantly hot, like damp-panties hot, and the
crotch of her shorts suddenly felt very snug between her legs. Heat rose in her
chest. Her nipples tensed under her tank top. Would he see? Her breasts weren’t
huge, but they were big enough to cause a stir when she got excited. Like she
was now. Very, very excited. Her ears buzzed and her chest filled with rising
heat, her nipples fully erect. This was crazy! Why couldn’t she pull her eyes
from his cock? Because it was beautiful...so perfect...

“Hey!”

Stephen’s voice snapped Missy out of her stupor.

“What are you doing here?” he said sternly. He didn’t move
to cover himself. He just tilted his head, like he was more curious than
ashamed.

He’s that fucking confident, Missy thought. Jesus. Her legs
wobbled.

“I, uh, I’m the clubhouse manager, Missy,” Missy stammered.
She didn’t know how to start. “I was just putting out uniforms.”

“I know who you are,” Stephen said. “I’ve seen you watching
from the bleachers. Every practice this week. Uniforms, huh?” He looked around
pointedly. There were no uniforms in sight.

Missy blushed hard and looked at the floor. She dropped the
towel. Whatever game she had in mind seemed foolish.

“Why are you really here?” he demanded.

“Beth sent me. For an appointment? With you?” She traced her
shoe through a puddle, still afraid to look up.

“You don’t have to be afraid to say that, Missy,” Stephen
said, speaking firmly just like when he instructed a player. He clapped his
hands once. “Everybody needs some coaching. It’s how you get better, stronger,
faster. Change the game! Come on, follow me to my office. We’ll get started.”
He turned and walked away.

Missy’s mouth dropped open. She stared at Stephen’s dimpled,
perfect ass as it disappeared into the steam. She trembled with excitement. It
was like every horny moment she’d experienced before now was combined into one
solid wave and it was breaking right in her center, filling her with
anticipation. She followed Stephen down the hallway.

***

Stephen stood in his office, still naked, holding a marker
against a dry erase board. Missy sat down in a wooden chair a few feet away. A
small ridge in the seat pushed right against her pussy and she had to bite her
lip to keep from gasping.

“Here’s the deal,” Stephen said. “You want to make sure of
three basic things. We keep it simple for the first years.”

Missy nodded.

“First,” he said, listing items on the board, “you want to
be able to suck a cock, right? Basic operation, easy to master if you work at
it, instant crowd pleaser. Second, how do you fuck? Do you give it right back
to the guy, work him over real good, or do you just go limp and take his dick
and get it over with? And third, what happens with the cum? Big one there. Is
it gross, do you drink it down, spread it on your tits? What do you do with it
all? Those are the big questions. Have I missed anything?”

Missy shook her head. Her cheeks felt flushed again, if that
was possible. Stephen was so matter-of-fact about these things! This was
exactly what she needed.

Stephen turned to face her. His cock was tipping up in time
with his pulse, half-erect now. Missy stared at it intently.

“We should start with sucking,” Stephen said in a softer
voice. “You should show me where you are...what your skill set is. Then I’ll
make some corrections, if necessary.” He took a step forward and added, “You
should probably be on your knees.”

“Yes, right,” Missy murmured. She knelt on the carpeted
floor and tilted her head up slightly. Stephen’s thick rod was right at eye
level. She ran her hands along his muscular thighs and let out a soft moan.

Missy felt tiny in front of Stephen. All of a sudden his
cock looked immense. She wasn’t sure how she could take it in her mouth at all,
let alone deep enough to impress him. That’s what she wanted to do – impress
him.

She put one hand on his cock, unable to close it completely
around. She stroked lightly up and down the swelling shaft. Stephen’s skin was
so, so warm. She gripped his thigh to steady herself and continued feathering
her hand up and down, up and down, until Stephen was rock hard and nodding with
approval.

“That’s good,” he said. “Good job, Missy. Remember to keep
that exact amount of pressure. No need to squeeze extra hard at the beginning.
Light, soft touches. Now spend a little time on my balls, too.”

Missy looked up and smiled, licking her full lips. She
wanted his cock so badly that her mouth throbbed. It took all her willpower to
wait. She traced her index finger in swirls around his balls, watching them
tense and shift as his cock continued to fill out.

Stephen’s full length was off any chart Missy knew of –
dwarfing her high school boyfriend’s, and seemingly as thick as her petite
wrist. She began to kiss lightly along the shaft, getting her first taste of
Stephen’s fresh musk, and it was glorious. Sweet, with a trace of sweat and
soap. The skin was pulled tight now and it felt like a very thin, hot strip of
velvet under her lips.

“Mmm,” Missy moaned, keeping her mouth firm on his shaft.
She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. Then she pushed his
cock up against his lower abs so she could ease her mouth underneath and tongue
the base. She’d never done anything like this before. She was already pushing
past any known cocksucking experience. This just all seemed like the right
thing to do. Instincts took over and she lavished Stephen’s cock with messier and
sloppier kisses and tonguing, rising up off her knees now and then for
leverage.

Stephen began to stroke Missy’s long brown hair and caress
her neck. The sensation was thrilling, tiny bursts exploding everywhere his
fingers touched. He leaned forward and slid his hand down the back of her shirt
and massaged between her shoulder blades, further down, pressing hard in the
clefts above her ass, and then sliding back up to stroke her neck.

Stephen’s touches made Missy ravenous. She aimed his cock at
her mouth and circled her tongue around the head, feeling slick pre-cum
lubricating her lips. She closed her mouth around the tip and bobbed back and
forth slightly, pressing down a little to massage an inch of Stephen’s dick
with her lips. It was so full and firm that she already felt like her jaw
couldn’t open much further.

This was going to be tough. Missy put a hand on each of
Stephen’s thighs, her mouth still firmly around his cock, and readied herself.

Right before she pushed forward in earnest, Stephen held her
head, stopping her.

“Remember,” he said, his voice husky and his gaze getting a
far-away look, “try to make some eye contact. Not all the time, just kind of
checking in with me while you do this.”

Missy nodded, bending his cock down and up with the motion.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she slid another inch of his dick in. She
struggled to get her lips around the shaft, wiggling her mouth side-to-side as
she breathed around the thick rod. She pulled back and slowly worked three or
four inches in and out of her mouth, her jaw straining with the effort.

“That’s good,” Stephen said, blinking hard. “It’s tough,
take it slow, you’re doing alright.”

There was still so much to go! Missy tried to breathe in,
swallowed at the same time, and coughed once, nearly gagging but keeping her
composure. She leaned forward until another inch was firmly seated in her
mouth, the head nearing the back of her throat. That was all she could do. It
couldn’t possibly go in any further. She worked up to that point with each forward
thrust of her head, making sure to suck noisily, not afraid to get messy to
please her coach. She had to pause every few seconds to catch her breath, and
she couldn’t help reaching down to press a hand against her pussy. Her cotton
shorts were warm and getting damp. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she
curled her fingers into the fabric.