STRETCH ME DEEPER, COACH! 5

Chapter 5:

Oiled and Exposed

I stood there completely naked, heart slamming against my ribs, as Dom walked over and double checked the lock on the gym door with a heavy click. The sound made everything feel so final. No turning back. My small tits were already heaving with each breath, nipples tight and sensitive from the cool air. I felt tiny next to him this massive, tattooed 45-year-old beast staring at my 19-year-old body like he owned it.

“On the workout bench, Riley,” he ordered, voice low and gravelly. “Lie back. Ass right at the edge. Legs up and spread for me.”

I climbed onto the padded bench, the leather cool against my bare skin. “Like this, Coach? God, I feel so exposed. Are you sure about this?”

Dom grabbed a bottle of oil from the shelf, warming it between his big palms. “Dead sure. Look at you tiny gymnast body all flushed and dripping already. You’re soaked down your thighs, kid. No more hiding that pretty pussy from your Coach.”

He poured the warm oil right over my chest first. It trickled down between my tits and over my stomach in slow, shiny streams. His hands followed, big and rough, spreading it everywhere.

“Fuck, your skin feels perfect,” he growled, massaging my small tits firmly, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I arched off the bench. “These little tits are so sensitive. You like when I play with them?”

“Yes… Coach, that feels really good,” I moaned, biting my lip. “But it’s embarrassing. No one’s ever touched me like this before.”

He laughed deep in his throat, hands sliding lower, oiling my abs and hips. “Good. Means this tight little body is mine to break in. Spread your legs wider. Yeah, just like that.”

The oil hit lower now, dripping right onto my pussy. I gasped as the warm liquid coated my folds. Dom’s thick fingers glided down, rubbing it in slow circles around my clit, then parting my lips.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, hips twitching. “Your fingers are so big. Coach, please… I’m already so wet.”

“Damn right you are,” he said, voice rough with hunger. “This college pussy is dripping for an old man twice your age. Tell me how bad you need it stretched.”

“I need it so bad,” I admitted, voice shaky. “I’ve been aching since warm-ups. Please stretch me deeper, Coach.”

Dom gripped my ankles and pushed my legs back and out into a full split position, pinning them down on either side of the bench. I was completely open, pussy exposed and glistening with oil and my own slick. He leaned over me, muscles flexing, sweat already beading on his chest.

“Good little athlete,” he growled, staring right between my legs. “Look at this pretty pink cunt. So tight and ready.”

Two of his thick fingers pressed against my entrance, teasing for a second before sinking in deep. I cried out, back arching hard.

“Fuck! Coach, you’re stretching me already,” I gasped. “It’s so much… your fingers are filling me up.”

He started pumping them roughly, curling them inside me while his thumb found my clit and circled it fast. The wet sounds filled the gym obscene and loud. Oil and my juices mixed together, making everything slippery.

“That’s it, moan for me,” Dom commanded. “Let your Coach hear how much you love getting finger-fucked on his bench. This pussy belongs to me now, Riley. Say it.”

“It belongs to you,” I moaned loudly, legs trembling in the split hold. “My pussy is yours, Coach. Oh shit, I’m gonna….”

He didn’t slow down. His fingers thrust harder, faster, thumb pressing perfect circles on my swollen clit. The pressure built so fast I couldn’t hold it.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed, body shaking violently. A huge gush of wetness sprayed out around his fingers, soaking his hand and the bench. I squirted for the first time in my life, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck yes, good girl! Squirt all over your Coach’s hand,” he growled, not stopping. He kept fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was a shaking, whimpering mess. “First time squirting, huh? That’s what happens when a real man works this tight hole.”

I could barely breathe, aftershocks still hitting me. “Coach… I’ve never done that before. It felt insane. Please, I’m so sensitive now.”

But he wasn’t done. He added a third thick finger, stretching me even wider. The burn mixed with pleasure as he worked them deep, scissoring and pumping.

“Take it,” he snarled, leaning closer so his sweaty chest hovered over me. “This tight nineteen-year-old college pussy is getting stretched properly now. Feel that? Three fingers buried in you. You’re clenching so hard around me, kid. Greedy little thing.”

“It’s so deep,” I whined, tears pricking my eyes from the intense stretch. “You’re ruining me for anyone else. My pussy feels so full… but I love it. Don’t stop stretching me, Coach.”

Dom’s eyes darkened with pure possession. “That’s right. No one else gets this cunt anymore. It’s mine to finger, mine to fuck, and soon mine to breed full. You hear me, Riley? This is my pussy now.”

“Yes, yours,” I panted, hips trying to rock against his hand despite being pinned. “I’m your good little athlete. Stretch me more… please.”

He curled his three fingers just right, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. Another orgasm crashed over me, smaller this time but still powerful, my walls pulsing around his thick digits.

“Such a good girl cumming again so quick,” he praised, voice rough. “Look at the mess you made. Bench is soaked. Your thighs are shining with oil and cum. We’re just getting started with these special stretches.”

I lay there trembling in the full split, legs pinned back by his strong hands, completely at his mercy. My mind was fuzzy with pleasure, but one thing was crystal clear I was addicted already. This 45-year-old beast had me naked, oiled, and stretched wide open after just one intense session.

And from the hungry look in his eyes, he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.