The Captain

[Ghostposter]

OOC: Rick Leslie. 28 years old. 6'2". 195. Black hair. Grey eyes.


IC:


For the last six years, I've been coaching the girl's soccer team at the local high school. It's a purely volunteer position, and it takes up a lot of my time, but there are certain perks. There's something about watching budding young ladies running around in tight shorts and clinging tee shirts....


But that's not the biggest perk. Every year I get to pick a senior girl to be team captain. It's a very prestigious position. They'll do anything to earn it. And since most of the senior girls are over 18, I let them....

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Candy:

I was going to be captain this year, dammit. I'd been on the team since 8th grade, when the coach that year had decided that I was too good, and had made an exception to let me play. Now that I was 18 and a senior, I was taking that coveted position from all the other girls.

I had to make sure our coach noticed me in practice today. It was also nice that Mr. Leslie was so hot. It just made my plan look so much more tempting.

I dressed in my shortest white running shorts, and the t-shirt I'd worn in 10th grade, before I'd hit my "growth" spurt. Now my full breasts strained against the red material, and I knew that Mr. Leslie would notice. He always seemed to be looking at me. Tying my blonde hair into a high ponytail, I turned in the mirror to check out my ass. Smirking, I noticed that my rounded ass cheeks were almost visible under the shorts and my red thong was DEFINITELY eye catching underneath the white fabric. Tying my Adidas, I grabbed my gym bag and left the house.

I hoped practice went as well as I planned.

 

[Ghostposter]

Rick

We practiced for almost two and a half hours. I ran the girls hard. I always did. None of them complained, though. They were in the best shape of their lives thanks to me. Young colts with hard bodies.

In the middle of passing drills, Candy came up to me and asked if she could see me after practice. Candy was one of the stars of the team, and therefore naturally a candidate for team captain.

That she was a major hottie didn't hurt her chances. I wanted to stop practice then and there and take her right there in the middle of the playing field while the rest of the team watched. Instead, I blew my whistle and divided the girls into two teams for a scrimmage.

That lasted for another hour. Then I told them to hit the showers. I winked at Candy, and she gave me a sly smile. Then I went to wait for her.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door....

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Candy:

I knew that I was in when coach gave me that wink. After practice, I showered quickly, and then dressed in a short denim skirt and a black tank top. I brushed my hair, but left it down and damp around my shoulders. After putting on my black sandals, I made my way to the office. Knocking once, I opened the door and entered.

Coach was sitting behind his desk, feet propped up, looking over the roster for next year. When he saw me, he smiled again and sat up in his chair.

"Coach Leslie," I began, moving over and sitting in the chair in front of his desk, "let me get straight to the point. I deserve to be captain next year. You know it and I know it. Now, all we need to talk about is how I'm gonna get it. You have any suggestions that might improve my chances?" I smiled and crossed my long legs, swinging my foot back and forth, one hand caressing my thigh as he contemplated his answer.

 

[Ghostposter]

Rick

"I haven't made up my mind yet, Candy," I admitted. "There are many fine candidates. Stacy Welles was All-State last year. And both of Missy Henderson's sisters were captains when they were on the team."

I got up out of my chair and walked over to the door. I locked it.

"There's a lot of extra work involved in being captain, Candy," I said. "We'll have to work losely together. Are you willing to put in the time? Are you willing to do what I say without questions? Are you willing to go all the way?"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Candy:

"Mr. Leslie, I'm willing to do ANYTHING to be captain of this team. I want to play for my university next year, and being captain of my Varsity team will definitely help me achieve that." I turn sideways in my chair, looking over my shoulder at him. My breasts press against the soft fabric of my tank top, and when I see his eyes flicker over my body, my nipples harden. I ease my hand higher on my leg, nearing the hem of my skirt. "All you have to do is tell me what you want, Mr. Leslie, and I'll gladly do it. Anything you ask me to do will definitely be my pleasure."

I stand up and face him, hands on my hips, breasts thrust out. "To prove it, I'll do anything you ask, right now. All you have to do is say the word."

 

[Ghostposter]

Rick

I hardly know where to begin.

I put my hands on her waist and pull her toward me. She offers no resistance. Our lips meet, softly and tenderly at first, then with increasing passion. I reach around and cup her firm round ass cheeks, and she rewards me by grinding her hips against my crotch. I groan with pleasure.

I pick her up and pin her against the wall. She gasps with surprise, but she recovers quickly. I slip my hands under her short skirt and fumble around until I find her tiny thong panties. I yank them down. Then I drop to my knees and bury my face in sweet young pussy....

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Candy:

I gasp as I'm pressed against the wall, and Mr. Leslie drops to his knees before me. I've had sex before, of course, but none of the high school boys ever attempted to do what Mr. Leslie was now doing. I lift one leg and drape it over his shoulder, crying out as his tongue begins doing new and inventive things to my wet pussy. My hands grip his hair, and I allow my head to fall back as I moan and cry out at the new sensations. When his lips close over my throbbing clit, I push my hips forward, pressing my soaked cunt to his probing tongue and mouth.

"Oh, Mr. Leslie, that feels so so good....wow...mmmm!" I whimper, beginning to move my hips faster and faster against his face. I can feel an orgasm building, and I know it's going to be amazing. More amazing than anything I've ever experienced before.

 

[Ghostposter]

Rick

I can feel Candy lose control as she starts grinding her pussy against my face. I can't get enough of her. I want to lap up every drop of her sweet juices.

I can feel her shudder as she comes.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask. Her only response is a long drawn out moan. I find ther hard little clit and wrap my lips around it. Then I take two fingers and slide them deeply inside her wet gash. She gasps as I start to finger fuck her....

 

[MyFriend27]

yes then you realize that Candy is your sister