STRETCH ME DEEPER, COACH! 6

Chapter 6:

First Breeding

I was still shaking from the second orgasm, my legs pinned back in that obscene full split on the workout bench, when Dom pulled his three thick fingers out of me with a wet pop. My pussy clenched around nothing, gaping slightly from the stretch, dripping oil and my own cum down onto the leather. I could barely think straight, chest heaving, small tits shiny with sweat and oil.

“Coach…” I whimpered, looking up at his massive frame. “I’m so empty now. Please…”

Dom straightened up, his eyes dark with raw hunger. “Empty? Not for long, little athlete. You wanted deeper? You’re about to get stretched way beyond fingers.”

He hooked his thumbs into his gray sweatpants and shoved them down in one smooth motion. His massive cock sprang free, thick and veiny, slapping heavily against my oiled stomach with a meaty sound. It was huge easily nine inches, girthy, with a fat purple head already leaking precum. At forty-five, he was bigger and harder than any boy I’d ever seen.

“Oh my god, Coach,” I breathed, eyes wide. “It’s so big. That’s never going to fit.”

Dom wrapped one big hand around the base and stroked it slowly, smearing my juices along the length. “It’ll fit. This tight nineteen-year-old pussy was made for it. Watch.”

He rubbed the thick head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit with every pass. The heat of it made me twitch.

“Coach, please… I’m scared but I need it,” I begged, voice trembling. “Don’t tease me. Put it in.”

“You’re dripping like a faucet, kid,” he growled, pressing the head against my entrance. “This college cunt is begging for Coach’s cock. Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“You do,” I moaned. “It’s yours, Coach. Please fuck me.”

He pushed forward, the fat head popping inside me. I cried out sharply, back arching off the bench as my walls stretched painfully around his girth.

“Fuck! It’s too big!” I gasped, hands flying to his forearms. “Coach, you’re splitting me open!”

“Breathe through it,” he commanded, voice rough but steady, sinking another inch deeper. “That’s it. Good girl. Take my cock. Feel how deep I’m going already? This folded position lets me hit bottom easy.”

He kept pushing, slow but relentless, until his heavy balls pressed against my ass. I was so full I could barely breathe, my belly bulging slightly from the intrusion.

“Shit, Riley… you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Dom groaned, holding still for a moment. “Best pussy I’ve had in years. So young and hot. You like getting stuffed by a man old enough to be your dad?”

“Yes,” I whined, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes. “I love it. You’re so deep inside me, Coach. Move… please move.”

He started thrusting deep and steady at first, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The bench creaked under us. Sweat dripped from his tattooed chest onto my oiled tits with every thrust.

“Fuck yes,” he snarled, picking up speed. “This pussy is mine now, Riley. No more college boys for you. This tight hole belongs to your Coach. Say it while I pound you.”

“It’s yours!” I cried out as he lost control and started fucking me harder. “My pussy belongs to you, Coach! Oh god, you’re hitting so deep right there!”

His hand came up and wrapped lightly around my throat, not choking but possessive, holding me in place while he railed me in the folded split position. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the gym.

“You feel that?” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “I’m breeding this cunt. Gonna fill you up with thick loads until it takes. You want Coach’s baby, don’t you? Tell me.”

“I do,” I moaned loudly, another orgasm building fast from the brutal pounding. “Put a baby in me, Coach. Fill me up. I’m cumming again…fuck!”

My third orgasm exploded through me, walls clamping down hard around his massive cock. I squirted around him, soaking his balls and the bench even more.

“Fuck, good girl! Cum on my dick,” Dom praised, not slowing down. He fucked me through it, then flipped the pace even harder, sweat pouring off his body. “One more. Give me another before I breed you proper.”

“I can’t….. it’s too much!” I sobbed, but my body betrayed me. His cock angled perfectly, hitting that spot over and over. “Coach, I’m gonna cum again! Don’t stop stretching me!”

“That’s my little athlete,” he snarled, gripping my throat a little tighter, pounding mercilessly. “Cum for your Coach. Milk my cock.”

The fourth orgasm hit me like a wave, making my legs shake violently in his hold. I screamed his name, vision blurring.

Dom buried himself to the balls with a deep groan. “Take every drop, baby. Coach is gonna fill you up. This tight pussy is getting bred right now.”

I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my depths, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept grinding deep, making sure it all stayed inside.

“Fuck yes… take it all,” he growled, leaning down to kiss me possessively, tongue invading my mouth while his cock plugged me full. “Gonna knock you up, Riley.

“I’m yours,” I panted against his lips, still twitching around his cock as he kept every drop plugged deep. “All yours, Coach. I can feel it so full inside me.”

He stayed buried inside me, kissing me slow and deep, one hand possessively on my cum filled belly. The age gap, the power, the way he owned me completely it all crashed over me.

I was ruined. And I never wanted it to end.