A Consensual Non Consent Girl Plays Quarterback
Episode 2: All She Has To Do is Kiss it For Coach
Tiffany had heard about girls being sexually harassed before. It was something that happened to people in the movies, on TV, in the news, or on social media. But it was always other women. It wasn’t something that was supposed to be happening to her.
She was a football player; a tomboy.
She was tough.
She wasn’t supposed to be sexually harassed.
Yet, despite all that, here she was getting sexually harassed. This stupid fucking creep of a coach was flashing his dick at her. Tomboy or not, like millions of other women before her, she was being treated like a piece of meat. It made her want to cry and curse at the same time.
Tiffany shot up angrily out of the chair, fighting back tears. “I didn’t come here for this.”
Coach Donnelly gave her a hurt look, like he was the one being abused. “But, I thought you said you would do anything to be on the team?”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Tiffany spat out the words, turned on her heels, and went stomping for the door. Then just as her hand grabbed for the doorknob, Coach Donnelly called out after her.
“Wait!” he yelled. “What if I promise to make you the starter?”
Tiffany paused, her back to Coach Donnelly and her hand hovering hesitantly over the doorknob.
Get the fuck out of here, she told herself.
All she had to do was turn the knob and leave, the voice inside of her pleaded. But there was another voice inside her, and it flashed a vision that she had long wanted before her mind’s eye. In the vision, she was running out onto the field as a starting quarterback for a college football team. Isn’t that what she always wanted?
Tiffany turned around, the office door just at her back within reach in case she decided to leave. She stared daggers at Coach Donnelly. He was still standing there by his desk with his pants pulled down and a hand on his cock.
Tiffany’s voice came out slow and measured. “Starting quarterback? Are you fucking with me?”
Not fucking with you yet, but I certainly soon will be, Coach Donnelly thought deviously. He kept this thought to himself though, and said, “No. I’m serious. Our starter from last season graduated. I was going to hold an open competition this season, but,” he paused, staring at Tiffany in a way that let her know he was admiring her body, “I think you and I could work out a deal that can guarantee that you get the spot.”
Tiffany had been staring at Coach Donnelly with ice in her eyes, but the coach saw that the proposition of being a quarterback was thawing them. Part of being a football coach was being a salesman, and part of being a salesman was knowing how to read people. Coach Donnelly had these talents in spades. He could tell Tiffany was nearly right where he wanted her – on her knees sucking his cock. He just had to close the deal.
“Look, let’s be honest,” Coach Donnelly said. “If you’re here, trying to get on this shit team that means you don’t have any other teams willing to take you. No one wants a girl as a quarterback, you know it, and I know it. BUT,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I’m willing to take a chance on you. I’ll give you playing time. Just one condition. You take of me, and I’ll take care of you,” he grinned.
Tiffany wished she could smack that grin off his face, but she knew everything he said was right. No one wanted her as their quarterback, and this was not only her best chance but her only chance. Her love of football was too strong to give up on it now. She bit her lip and in a lowered voice asked, “So what do you want me to do?”
“Nothing too crazy,” Coach cracked a lurid smile across his lips and stared at her with an equally lurid gleam in his eyes. “I just want you to give it a kiss, that’s all.”
Just a kiss, I can do that, Tiffany told herself.
Just a kiss. It will be over in a second.
With feet as heavy as cinderblocks, Tiffany walked slowly across the space of the office. As she did so, Coach sat in his chair. She came before him. “Just a kiss?” she asked in a pitch barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah,” Coach said, grabbing his cock, “just a kiss.”
“Okay,” Tiffany said. She stood there looking down at his cock. It was her first close encounter with a penis. She had never had a boyfriend before, let alone kissed a guy.
Coach saw that she would need to be guided, so he gave her instructions. “Get on your knees.”
Tiffany did as he said.
Immediately she was confronted with the unfamiliar presence of a penis dangling in front of her.
“Grab it and kiss it kiddo,” he said.
Tiffany nodded. She reached out and took the penis in her fingers. It was warm to the touch, and she felt it getting hard.
“Go on,” the coach coaxed, “kiss it.”
Tiffany leaned forward and like it was the most repulsive thing in the world, gave it the briefest and least intimate of pecks. As soon as she removed her lips from the head, she let go of Coach Donnelly’s cock and looked up at him. “Alright, I did it.”
Coach Donnelly chuckled. “C’mon girl, you can do better than that. Kiss it again, but this time with feeling.”
“Okay,” Tiffany sighed hard. She took the cock back in her hand. It had grown bigger since she last touched it. It had also become harder. This intrigued and fascinated her. She leaned in once again, this time pressing her lips on the penis tip for a longer period of time. She counted the seconds in her head. One, two, three seconds went by. This was by far the grossest and most embarrassing thing she had ever done. Then she looked back up at the coach. “Okay, happy now?”
“Not quite,” Coach Donnelly chuckled. His cock was rock hard now. Tiffany was surprised at how big it was. If she had to guess she would say nine inches. “Lick it a little,” Coach Donnelly said.
“But I thought you said only a kiss?”
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” he shrugged.
“But I can’t do this, this is too much.”
“Damn, girl, you’re already down there on your knees, you might as well finish what you started. Now, stop fucking around and lick my dick.”
Tiffany hesitated, looking at the erect penis like it was the plague.
Coach sensed her hesitation and realized she needed more prodding. “Look, you do this for me, and I’ll make sure you make the team. Now go on and lick it.”
Tiffany couldn’t believe this was happening. But she knew this was her only chance of making a football team, so she stuck out her tongue and flicked it onto the coach’s penis head.
“That’s a good girl,” Coach said. “Now lick it some more.”
Tiffany did. With one hand on the dick, she flicked her tongue up and down in a rapid motion on Coach’s cock head.
“Keep going, lick the sides.”
Tiffany did, licking the shaft up and down. Now she was on autopilot. Coach told her to lick around the base of his cock, so Tiffany did. Then he told her to lick his balls, and Tiffany did. Soon she was licking the coach’s big dick all over, up and down like a popsicle.
“Yeah, like that. Now lick it all over. Get my cock nice and wet.”
Tiffany’s flicked up and down Coach Donnelly’s veiny meat shaft as she covered it in spit. She licked the underside. She licked the sides. She licked the piss hole in the center of the head. She licked all over, just like Coach Donnelly had told her. The more she licked, the more into it she got. She hated to admit it but she was getting aroused. She was enjoying licking this big meaty fucking dick. The proof was in her soaking wet pussy. Her pussy wasn’t the only thing that was wet. so was coach Donnelly’s huge dick. Tiffany had licked it all over so nice and good its veiny goodness was glistening and coated in her saliva.
“Take off your shirt,” Coach Donnelly said after a moment. He wanted to get a hand on those titties.
Tiffany was too turned on to refuse.
She reached down for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.
Tiffany’s huge bra-covered breasts showed free and fantastically. Coach Donnelly smiled as he reached out and grabbed one. Tiffany froze. This was the first time anyone had ever touched her boob.
“Relax,” Coach Donnelly smiled as he noticed her tense up. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m just feeling them out a bit. They’re wonderful. Has anyone ever told you how wonderful your breasts are before?”
Tiffany looked up at the man. Her face was covered with a mixture of shame and disgust, but his was like that of a dog anticipating a meal. “No,” she said flatly.
“Shame,” Coach Donnelly said. “Now take off your bra, so I can get a real good look at them.”
Tiffany’s removal of her bra was slow and restrained. It was like her body wanted to fight what was happening. Still, she willed herself to comply with Coach Donnelly’s desires and unfastened the bra strap.
Her breasts popped out in all their glory and coach Donnelly grinned at the sight of her massive pert pink nippled jugs. “Holy Christ,” he beamed appreciatively. “They’re better than I imagined.”
His dick became like rock steel as he reached out and rubbed the globules of teenage flesh before him. Unable to resist, he dove his head into her breasts and began sucking on her quarter-sized nipples.
Much to her unexpected surprise, a moan of pleasure escaped Tiffany’s lips. The feeling of having her tits sucked on was wonderful.
Coach Donnelly pulled his mouth off her tit and gave her a long passionate kiss. She tried to accept the kiss as unpassionately as possible, but the way he massaged her boobs as his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, had her moaning and returning his kiss with just as much vigor and passion as he was giving her. The two open-mouthed each other and their tongues wrestled while Coach Donnelly’s hands danced and teased over her bare boobs.
Coach pulled his mouth from hers and whispered lustily. “Jerk me off while I suck on your titties.”
“Yes, coach,” she smiled.
Tiffany’s fingers wrapped around a handful of cock while Coach’s lips gobbled up a mouthful of nipple.
As the coach’s lips, tongue, and teethe kneaded and worked her tits, Tiffany moaned and massaged his meat stick with a two-handed fist pump.
She found she liked holding and stroking dick just as much as she liked having her tits licked all over, if not more. The sensation of a powerful cock in her hands made her feel powerful as well. Like its stiffness was imparting its strength to her. She smiled as the coach slobbered over her tits and she increased the speed at which she was pumping his dick.
She could tell Coach Donnelly was really enjoying the handjob she was giving him because he moaned and breathed hotly into her cleavage.
“Fuck, if you keep jacking me like that, I’m going to shoot,” he said
Tiffany smiled. The idea that her hands were about to bring a man to orgasm pleased her. She increased her hand speed. Her hands became a blur as they jacked off Coach Donnelly’s spit-covered dick. Up and down she pumped her tiny hands over his thick man meat. She knew when men orgasmed they shot ropes of thick white cum, and that’s what she wanted to see. She wanted to see Coach Donnelly’s cock shoot spunk.
But Coach Donnelly had other ideas.
He grabbed her by the wrists and stopped her from jerking him off to completion.
“No baby,” he panted fast and hard, using all his strength to keep himself from blowing a hot steamy white load. “Not like that.”
She looked up with worry at Coach Donnelly. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. You’re doing just fine. It’s just I don’t want to cum with your hand. I want to cum in your cunt.”
“My cunt?” Tiffany gulped and a flutter of panic beat in her chest. She looked up at the coach with the eyes of a frightened rabbit. “But I’m a virgin.”
“You won’t be by the time I get done with ya,” Coach Donnelly grinned cheekily. “Take off your pants.”
Tiffany’s heart sunk into her stomach. Licking and stroking Coach’s Donnelly dick while he bit on her tits was one thing, but giving up her virginity to this old lecherous man in this dingy and dirty office was a line she wasn’t ready to cross.