Coach Donnelly saw the hesitation on her face and gave her an angry look. “Hey, I thought you said you wanted to do whatever it takes to get on this team?”

“Yeah, but I thought that just meant a little blowjob,” she murmured softly, “n-n-not sex.”

“Look,” Coach snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, “if you’re going to be a tease, you find some other coach that’s willing to put up with your bullshit and offer you a starting job.”

Tiffany realized she had to face the facts of her position. There were no other coaches. Coach Donnelly was the only one, and him being her coach and her being on the team was contingent on letting him fuck her.

Letting him take her virginity.

Tiffany was still on her knees and she took a long look at the massive cock that jutted angrily and impressively from between his legs. It was pointed at her like a veiny red-tipped torpedo, a weapon of war, and now it wanted to wage war on her tiny virgin pussy. If she refused the cock, she could kiss her football career goodbye.

With a long nervous gulp, Tiffany made up her mind. She would sacrifice her virginity for her football dreams. Her only option was to let Coach Donnelly’s monster dick destroy her pussy.

Tiffany slowly rose to her feet, stepped out of her flip-flops, and begrudgingly stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants and slid them off her body, stepping out of the pant legs one step at a time. She now stood nearly naked in front of Coach Donnelly, her bare tits and torso exposed, with the only piece of clothing remaining on her being a thin pair of panties over her crotch.

“That’s more like it,” Coach Donnelly licked his lips with a grin.

Coach Donnelly reached out and took Tiffany’s hand and raised her arm above her head like she was his dance partner.

“Go on and spin around slowly, so I can get a good look at you,” Coach Donnelly said.

With eyes cast downward and cheeks aflame with shame, Tiffany baby stepped in place turning herself in a three hundred and sixty degree circle as the coach continued to hold her arm overhead.

Coach Donnelly let out a long whistle of appreciation over the perfect young supine body before him. Her hips were curved in a perfect hourglass frame, her breasts were big and beautiful with pert pink quarter-sized nipples, and her thighs were lusciously thick and tapered into skinny but well-defined calves and dainty feet. All of it was augmented by the beauty of her face, her stunning green eyes, and long ponytailed auburn hair. She was a nubile, soft, curved masterpiece of sexy flesh, and best of all, she was all his to do with as he pleased.

When she had completed her turn, Coach Donnelly released her hand. Instinctively she crossed her arms across her breast in a pathetic attempt at preserving some modesty. It made Coach Donnelly chuckle.

She was so innocent. So naïve. Nothing like the college coeds he usually fucked. Those ones had been around the block and around so much cock, some of them were as experienced as hookers. Not Tiffany though, she was fresh unfucked pussy. A rarity on a college campus. He was going to have fun breaking her in.

“Turn around and put your hands on the desk,” Coach told Tiffany.

Timidly she turned her back to him at placed her palms on his cluttered desk. She felt him step behind her. She turned her head over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Coach Donnelly grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look forward.

“Don’t look,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s more fun that way. Keep your eyes on the door.”

Tiffany shuddered but did as the coach said, staring at the door in front of her. As she looked at the door, she wondered if she had made the wrong decision by not walking out of it earlier when Coach Donnelly had first propositioned her.

It was too late now.

She bit her lip, eyes on the door, trying not to think about what could’ve been. This sexual encounter is what was happening now, and it would all be over soon. Or so she hoped.

She felt Coach Donnelly step behind her, his chest against her shoulder blades, his hot breath on her neck, and his steel-like erection poking against her underwear-covered ass cheeks. His arms reached around her and his hands found the mounds of her breast and squeezed. As he clutched her tits, his nostrils buried into the nape of her neck and he breathed in deeply, smelling and soaking in the aromas of her fear and youth.

“God, I love you,” Coach Donnelly whispered heavily. “You know that don’t you?”

Tiffany trembled nervously. She had never been in love before, but she was sure what was happening here was not it. But she was too afraid to contradict the coach so she replied in a fraught-filled voice, “I love you too, coach.”

“I knew it,” the Coach went on whispering, squeezing her breasts so hard it hurt. “From the moment you walked in here, I knew it. We’re meant for each other.”

Tiffany bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain from Coach Donnelly’s hard rough grip on her boobs. It hurt so bad tears appeared in her eyes.

Finally, just when Tiffany could bear it no longer, Coach Donnelly released her breasts but kept his fingertips still on the sensitive flesh he had just got done squeezing. He traced soft circles with his fingers around her nipples, and then glided his fingers down her sides along her rib cage, down until they reached her hips and entered the elastic band of panties.

The coach’s hands paused there, and Tiffany gulped.

He kissed the back of her neck. He kissed the space between her shoulder blades. Then he slid her panties down, all the way to her ankles, squatting down onto his knees as he did so.

Tiffany shivered in response. She was ass naked, pussy completely exposed to a man she barely knew. Exposed to a stranger and a pervert who professed his love for her. She was scared out of her wits.

Still down on his knees and behind Tiffany, Coach Donnelly took a moment to admire the wonderful view of Tiffany’s perfectly sculpted ass. Part of her workout routine included squats, and it resulted in a fantastically curved bubble butt. Coach Donnelly gave her ass a light smack followed by a big wet kiss.

Tiffany let out a slight yelp and Coach Donnelly a hearty chuckle. “That’s a perfect shitter you got there, girl,” he commented.

“Thanks, coach,” she responded in a soft nervous tone.

Coach Donnelly was an ass lover, and the sight of Tiffany’s was driving him wild. He took a cheek in each hand, slipped his fingers into the crevice, and spread her cheeks wide, getting a great view of her brown-stained anus. He dove his face forward into her ass, extended his tongue, and licked her puckered sphincter.

Tiffany yelped louder than before as she felt Coach Donnelly’s tongue poke into her asshole. Her ass up until this moment had only been an exit. It was strange to have something inserted in it, even if it was just only a toft pliable tongue. When she squirmed from the unexpected sensation, he gave her ass a firm slap.

“Don’t move fucking move,” he admonished the girl.

The coach then went back to tonguing her asshole. Tiffany kept still this time. Soon the unfamiliarity of having her asshole licked went from feeling weird to feeling good. Damn Good, in fact. Coach Connelly was an expert ass eater. Tiffany loved the tongue fucking he was giving her anus. The proof of her enjoyment showed in glistening pussy. It was soaking wet. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. The combination of a tongue swirling around her anal ring and her finger rubbing at her pussy was heavenly.

“Oh yeah, Coach, just like that, keep eating my ass. Lick my fucking bunghole” she cried aloud.\ in a voice that even took her by surprise. It just felt so damn good, she couldn’t keep quiet.

The only thing Coach Donnelly loved more than eating a young girl’s asshole out, was punching his cock in a young girl’s tight cunt hole, and that’s was he was ready to do right now.

Coach Donnely removed his tongue from Tiffany’s rectum and rose to his feet.

“No coach,” Tiffany whined, “why’d you stop?”

“Cause I’m about to fuck the shit out of you,” Coach replied tersely. He then placed a hand on the small of Tiffany’s back. “Arch your back and spread your legs,” he ordered as he pushed down on her back and kicked her feet wide.

Tiffany fell forward, her breasts and stomach going flat on the desk. Coach then grabbed his raging hard-on and aimed the tip at Tiffany’s twat entrance.

“Ready for the cocking of your life?” Coach Donnelly asked.

From the ass licking and pussy rubbing, Tiffany’s brain was filled with a lust-filled fog. She was ready for anything Coach Donnelly offered. “Oh yes, Coach, give it to me. Make me yours.”

And with that entreaty, Coach Donnelly pushed his dick into the folds of Tiffany’s enflamed pussy lips with the speed and power of a bullet flying through a barrel.

Coach Donnelly’s dick tip met Tiffany’s hymen with reckless abandon, ripping through it with one mighty thrust. Tiffany shrieked out in pain but Coach Donnelly didn’t give a fuck. He went on driving his dick into her till he was balls deep in her tight little snatch.

Tiffany sobbed. It hurt. Coach’s cock was so big and he’d given her no time to get used to it. Tears and cries came from her eyes and mouth.

Her sobbing only served to arouse an animal lust for hardcore fucking in Coach Donnelly. Her sobs turned him on and he set about destroying her virginal pussy. He pounded away fast hard and deep, ignoring her pleas for mercy.

Instead, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back while using his other hand to smack violently at her ass cheek. “Shut the fuck up. You asked for this, cunt. Now take your pounding like you a good whore.”

Tiffany had no choice. Still sobbing, the coach continued to cock ravish her pussy. She stopped fighting it and just let it happen. It was then at that moment when she stopped resisting that she began to get used to it and started to feel the pleasure in it. No longer was every thrust meant with sharp pain, but instead sharp pleasure. Her sobs slowly went from sobs to moans.

“Oh, shit, oh, oh shit,” she repeated as she was being rocked across the desk by Coach Donnelly’s pelvic plowing.

Coach still kept a handful of her hair and bent over putting his mouth next to her ear,

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” he demanded harshly into her ear.

“Your pussy coach.”

“Whose is it?” he said swatting her already red ass cheeks and increasing his cock pushing pace, fucking her hard into the wood of his desk.

“Oh my god,” Tiffany moaned like a wild whore. “It’s your pussy, coach”

And on and on he fucked the living shit out of her, demanding the whole time who her pussy belonged to. And over and over Tiffany assured Coach Donnelly that her pussy was his to do with as he pleased. And she meant it. She loved the feeling of being owned by his dick and she knew her place was to offer her cunt up to this man and his powerful cock.

After a long pounding, Coach Donnelly finally announced with a growl, “I’m going to blow my load, you cunt. I’m going to fill your pussy up with every last drop of sperm in my nuts”

“Do it, coach,” Tiffany replied “Pump me full of semen. Spray my pussy. I want to feel you shoot off inside me”

And with that he did. Spraying shot after shot of spunk into her snatch. And her snatch greedily sucked it all up. When he finished soaking her inside with cum he collapsed on her back, while she breathed heavily underneath him, as if she had just run a marathon

Tiffany had just earned her spot on the team.