"Where have you been?"
Staring at the mirror, Holly fluffed her red hair and applied a dab of lip gloss.
"I've been busy."
Her friend Delilah leaned against the sink, chewing and blowing her bubble gum. "Doing what?"
"Physical therapy."
"Oh." Delilah straightened. "What's wrong?"
"Some sore spots. I just want to be in the best shape for the competition," she lied effortlessly.
"Over the weekend?"
"Daddy's loaded. What can I say?" Hopping onto the counter, Holly applied a generous amount of lotion onto her legs. "Where's the party this time?"
"Royce's." Delilah borrowed her lipgloss. "He's got the hots for you."
"I already fucked him, so that's nothing new."
"One to ten."
"Three."
"That bad?" Delilah laughed.
"Worse part, he wasn't even a virgin."
"That's pathetic. Has anyone ever been a ten?"
Holly didn't answer immediately. "Nope."
"Ok. I want a name. Who is it?" Delilah's eyes narrowed.
"Stop being so desperate, Delilah. It's really not cute." Holly didn't blink as she applied a second coat of mascara.
Her friend rolled her eyes but remained silent. She knew her position on the totem pole. When Holly told someone to fuck off, they did what she asked or risk being a social reject for the remaining years at the Academy.
The party was boring as shit. It was the same people. Same vibe. Same bullshit playlist they put on repeat. All of this was just an excuse for all the horny teens of all age to get together and have a fuck-fest. Ever since Coach Paul had taken advantage of her, no one else could compare.
Holly got off the lap of some guy who was trying to finger her and headed outside. Everyone was either raging drunk or already getting railed. They didn't notice her sneaking off into the night. She took the trail through the woods that led to the backroads no one took and waited. Headlights appeared from the darkness after half an hour and she got inside.
The older man, who also happened to be her coach at the prestigious academy she went to, drove off once the fifteen year old secured herself with the seatbelt.
"Party not fun enough?" Paul immediately put his hand on her slender thigh and rubbed suggestively.
"Everything gets boring eventually." She looked outside the window, staring at trees that blended into the night. Try as she may, she couldn't ignore his big hand that left a hot brand on her leg.
"Have you had anything to eat yet?"
She shook her head, feeling her cheeks get hot. Despite being very clear about what he wanted from her, she couldn't help but feel like he also went out of his way to take care of her by being so attentive. Holly didn't like him at all. He was her rapist. A predator that forced her into this carnal relationship of sex and lust. Across the diner from her, Coach Paul looked like such a standup person who smiled and played polite with their waitress. But she knew better. For as long as she was alive, Holly would never forget this brief moment of her life.
"I've never seen you folks from this side of town." The waitress looked between them. "Your daughter is so beautiful."
He grinned. "She got lucky with her mother's genes."
"You must be a freshman at our college here."
Holly didn't like nosy people. And she particularly didn't like being mistaken as a relative to her rapist. "Can we go?"
Once he paid their bill he drove them out a few extra miles from home until they came across a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere. Holly stayed in the car while she waited on Paul to come back with a room key.
They were the only ones at this forgotten motel but still, the older man looked around to make sure no one was there before leading his little victim to their room. Once inside he didn't hold back.
Gripping her neck Paul forced a hungry kiss on the sultry teenager, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. The smaller girl was powerless against his advances as he backed her against the cheap bed until they fell on it. His heavy body pinned her beneath him, forcing her legs apart so he could slip his hands under the useless skirt she had on. He was always moving so fast, uncaring of if she could catch up or not.
Her thong was ripped off and he licked his hand before shoving it against her pink pussy. Immediately, she gasped as two thick fingers forced their way inside. With the other hand he shoved her halter top up until her breasts were exposed, the pink tips begging for attention. He finger fucked her tight pussy while massaging her perfect breasts.
The fifteen year old was such a beautiful sight with her legs open and clothes barely on. Two months he waited until the birth control pills kicked in and her body became regulated to them.
Unable to wait any longer, Paul removed his hands so that he could unbuckle and unzip his pants. The thirteen inch monster cock was hard and long, and keeping her legs spread wide he pulled her to the edge of the bed and placed the big head of his penis against her tight slit.
"Wait—AH!
Holly screamed as he rammed every thick inch into her small vagina. It was a shock to her body since it had been a while and he didn't wait, keeping her legs hooked around his biceps as he got into a stance so he could force her to endure every burning penetration. White keds bounced in the air as the older man fucked the teenager with a nasty desperation.
"AH! AH! AH! FUCK! AHHHHH!"
Holly was helpless as he stabbed into her repeatedly. His cock was so big and heavy. It widened her pussy to the point of ripping and she could feel him deep in her gut, bruising her cervix. But the hot pain also brought out a sizzling pleasure like nothing she ever felt. A tingling sensation that electrified her entire body to awareness. She fucking hated but needed this feeling.
"Take some out!" She begged through gritted teeth. "It's too much!"
Paul just grunted and started fucking her harder and faster. She was right. It was too much for a young girl like her to handle. But it was also her fault for being too fucking sexy. For wearing the revealing clothes she did. For being a tease. How could she blame anyone but herself for what he was doing to her?
She was screaming and crying from the brutal and intense fucking that forced out orgasms after orgasms. The slapping of his balls against her wet pussy along with his grunts and her cries only turned him on further until finally he seized up and ejaculated a hot load of cum inside the young girl.
Her legs were shaking and her cries had turned to hiccups by the time he pulled his cock from her tiny cunt. White semen immediately spilled out, falling onto the motel carpet. Paul was glad they were the only ones here. Her screams could break down these walls.
Still hard, Paul flipped the young girl onto her stomach. He didn't care if she needed a break or not. It had been too long since he last fucked her tiny pink pussy. Apparently, she needed this too considering she reached out to him. Even if she struggled or denied or tried slapping him away, he always got what he wanted in the end.
Paul slapped her perky ass, making her cry out. Having no mercy, the older man shoved his cock inside the teenager and ruthlessly fucked her like an animal. Holly screamed and screamed and screamed as her coach took advantage of her, repeatedly raping her, forcing her to cum with his wide girth and length that stabbed into her cervix. The pain and pleasure was so overstimulating that she blacked out from it.
Even when she went limp, Paul merely propped her ass up and kept going. She would wake up eventually to the sensation of getting railed. He came so many times in that beautiful vagina he knew she'd be 100% pregnant if it wasn't for the pill shaving that done by 98%.
She woke up as he removed her clothes. Blue eyes blinked up at the older man.
"What happened?"
"You passed out." He kissed her mouth. With ease, he carried her to a running hot shower in the bathroom. Gently but thoroughly, Paul washed the teenager from the most explosive sex they'd just had.
Holly moaned as he caressed her breasts, hair, stomach, and neck. When he moved his hands between her legs she squealed. She couldn't believe even after all of this her body reacted the way it did.
"So sensitive." Paul stared down at the fifteen year old that wore a gasping expression of lust. Her lush mouth hung open as she gasped and moaned with each stimulating touch to her clit. "You like that?"
Her hips lurched and she held onto his wide frame as an orgasm started building.
"It feels good."
He shoved three fingers inside and kept his thumb circling her clit while he finger-fucked her.
"Coach Paul…ah…AH…AHH…AHH!"
He didn't stop as she came against his hand, forcing her into another and another and another. Only when she was begging and crying did he finally stop, licking his fingers to taste her cum.
"You're so mean." Holly smacked his arm.
He grinned. "I don't hear you complaining a whole lot about it."
On the bed, Holly lay naked and ate the pizza her coach had delivered. He sat on the ground and ate against the bed, watching whatever was playing on the shabby tv.
"I was thinking about Christmas."
"What about it." He took a sip of water.
"We have that annual holiday vacation for all academic clubs. We can skip out on it and do our own thing."
"Making plans that far ahead are we?"
She blushed and then got angry. "I'm just planning ahead ok? You're the one that's so demanding of all this."
"Am I?"
"Yeah. You are. I'm not the one that blackmailed you into having sex with his underage student."
He ignored her, knowing she was deflecting and denying her own willingness in this taboo act of theirs.
"I mean, we could just stop."
"What?" Holly glared at the back of his head.
"We can stop. Tonight." He turned to look at her. "Your call."
"I'm not stupid enough to say no. You're just going to ruin my family name if I do."
"It's called blackmail."
"I know what it's called!" She sat up and shoved her food off the bed. "You're not going to stop."
"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll get bored of you and go back to living a normal life. Isn't that what you want?"
She got up angrily and headed to the bathroom. Her clothes were in hand when she came back
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fucking leaving." She shook out her clothes so she could put them on. "I should have never fucking texted you."
Paul stood and shook his head, knowing exactly why she was acting like this. His beautiful little slut had a funny way for asking for attention. He gripped the back of her skull, red hair spilling from his hand as he tightened just enough and pressed her face into the mattress. Her knees were barely up and braced before he shoved his cock inside her tight vagina.
He groaned in pleasure. Even after fucking her so many times, Holly's pussy was still small and tight as ever, squeezing him with her hot cunt. He watched as his penis spread those pink lips wide, listened as she screamed and squealed with each punishing stroke he forced her to take, watched as blood and wetness coated his cock with every slip and slide. He was so deep he could feel her tightening up with every penetration, but he felt good and didn't exactly care if the fifteen year old could handle it or not. She could accommodate and learn to like it.
"FUCK!" Holly screamed as her coach slammed into her pussy brutally again and again. "AH! AH! AHHHH!" She bit the comforter and screamed. The pain and pleasure was too much.
"Your pussy is so good." Paul groaned and started fucking her harder. Her cries turned him on to the point of violence. Hands gripped her hips tightly as he forced the teenager back to take each long thrust.
"AHHHH!" Holly grit her teeth as her coach brutalized her vagina. His cock was so fucking big. It hurt and it felt amazing. She hated and needed this. Their relationship was every bit disgusting as it was delicious. "It's deep!"
"Cum again. Come on." He was hitting that sweet pussy in short bursts now, just the way he preferred to fuck her. Making her cry and cum at the same time. Feeling her pussy clench and squeeze him as she orgasmed. He was such a toxic bastard and he didn't care. He was going to make her so addicted she'd need therapy.
"No you don't." Paul pulled the tiny teenager against his chest, running a hand up her chest and to her neck, groping her breasts and playing with her nipples. "You stay awake this time."
"It's too much," Holly complained. He was going to kill her with his cock. No matter how many times she came, he never did. "Just cum. Please."
"Get on your hands and knees. Go on. Don't pass out again." He was slower this time as he continued fucking her. Long deep strokes had her gasping with each penetration. She moaned and even started moving her hips, getting extremely wet for him. "Is this what you want?"
"Yeah..." She hissed as he pushed every inch of himself deep inside her. "It feels good."
"You're so fucking hot." He massaged a perfect breast, swinging his hips with slow precision.
"I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'm..." The full body orgasm surprised her. Like a train that snuck around the corner to sideline her. Her entire body was on fire and she felt it in every nerve ending part of her. Her coach took advantage by fucking her hard and fast again, forcing her into more orgasms, loving how tight she squeezed him. Tears ran down her face as overstimulation made her too sensitive for the rawness of their fornication.
"Please cum! Please cum! AHH!" Holly screamed, gripping the cheap duvet. "PLEASE!"
"FUCK!" Paul came hard, shooting a hot load of cum deep inside the fifteen year old. This was the best sexual experience he'd ever had and it was with his underage student.
Holly moaned as he slowly slipped all thirteen inches out of her aching vagina. Weakly, she fell to her side. But her coach had other ideas as he pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. He didn't fuck her though. Just curled his arms around her and kiss her salaciously.
"You came so much." Holly licked his lips and sucked on his tongue.
"Don't do that. You'll make me hard again." He was already getting hard.
"Just have some self control then." She reached between them to stroke his hard cock, still wet from her pussy. "It's so big."
"You want it inside?" He leaned down and sucked a nipple, making her cry out.
"No." She giggled. "I don't want to get pregnant."
"That's what the birth control is for." He pulled back and spread her legs open, looking at her beautiful body. White semen fell from her bare pussy and he thumbed it, spreading it around her vagina. She moaned as he fingered her swollen clit.
"You're so sensitive." He loved the look of pleasure on her face as he made her wet and hot all over again. Her sweet mouth hung open as she panted and moaned. Big blue eyes were dilated with lust as she stared up at him. What a luck and sick bastard he was to have his own personal cum-bucket. He was right to have chosen the young fifteen year old.
"Just...don't...ahh...mmm...don't put it...inside..." Holly closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt an orgasm building.
"Just the tip then." Paul leaned down to kiss her, still petting her little pussy.
"No...I can't do anymore...not tonight...ahh...ahh..."
"That's it...almost there...come for me, you little slut...fucking cum," he demanded, circling his thumb faster and pressing harder against her clit.
She was loud as she came, bucking beneath him as he held her legs open. Her slender body lurched, convulsing and shaking as she orgasmed. Lost in the sexual stimulation she was helpless as he took the tip of his big cock and placed it at her cunt. Paul watched in sick pleasure as his cock split that little cunt wide, and then he was shoving the thirteen incher back inside the young girl. Keeping her thighs wide open, his thick and long penis forced itself inside that wet and tight vagina. He could feel her vaginal walls constricting all around him. She was that tight. He could even feel her cervix, that's how deep he was. Her struggles and pained cries mixed with undeniable passion turned him into an animal as he raped the young girl and made them feel great. The fucked up rapist that he was, Paul was never going to get enough of this tiny pussy, and he'd make sure she was hooked for life because he didn't plan to let her go anytime soon.
Each time he came felt harder than the last one, fuller and hotter. It's as if his own body was on a constant demand to fuck the teenager and made more and more semen just for her. He had an endless allotment of it. Holly was crying and shaking under him, but he knew he had made her orgasm, even if it was to the point of pain.
It was far too late and they both needed sleep. So he pulled his heavy cock from her tight pussy that refused to let him go and they slept the following day away. All too soon, Spring break was over and they went back to their regular day-to-day of student and mentor. The final results of the National Cheer competition was in and the cheerleaders would be celebrating soon as they won their fifth year, ranking in first place. This year was especially important as they would be featured in the National's special edition sports magazine.
The announcement came to him in an official email. Tomorrow, he'd be attending a party held for the coaches of the region. A get-together to be as smug as possible, honestly. But he was there for the free food and drinks. But before that, he needed to take care of something. It had been two weeks since their raw moment in the motel. A certain someone had been texting him more frequently. She was rather upset too considering he hadn't responded to the last few text messages she'd sent. Well. Less messages and more so images.
Holly was with her team when Coach Paul came to retrieve her. The others didn't think too much of it considering her status and his mentorship. If anything they took this opportunity to slack off and do whatever they wanted for the remaining time before leaving shortly.
His office was the furthest in the back of the hallway. Paul made sure to check as they passed the other coach's offices. Lights were out and Denny waved to him as they passed one another. Holly didn't even look his way. She was impatient and he knew what she wanted.
The older man barely locked the door before the horny fifteen year old jumped him. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms clung to his big shoulders as they locked lips and tongues. He had to peel her off so he could turn her around and bend her over his desk. The joggers she had on was pulled to her knees with her thong. Her pink pussy was already glossy with desperation as he took out his monster of a cock and rubbed it up and down her tiny slit.
Holly widened her stance as she anticipated getting dicked down. It didn't matter how many times they fucked. It always felt like the first time. It felt so good she lost her mind to it.
"Look at how wet you are." Paul teased his star pupil, enjoying the small mewing noises she made as he pressed the bold head of his cock in and out of her tight vagina. He liked the way she hissed as he gave her a little more each time until finally he stopped bullshitting and rammed all thirteen inches of his cock inside her tight cunt.
The young girl hollered and had no time to recover or adjust as the older man immediately went into a hardcore rut. Pushed against his desk she had nowhere to run, forced to take the violent and depraved dick down.
The screaming girl was like music to his ears as she came over and over again. He loved that his cock hurt and made her feel so damn good. It was part of the appeal as to why he fucked her as hard and often as he did. Holly was his perfect victim.