Fucing the Team

Practice the next day went smoothly, despite some doe eyes from Eylani. I had just gotten back to my office and was sitting down when I heard a knock at my door.

Curious to see who would be next, I looked up to see Brit walking in, an empty smile on her face. "Hey coach!" She said.

I sat back, and turned in my chair. "Hi Brit," I said, nodding at her. "What can I do for you?"

Brit was, to me, somewhat of a mystery. She wasn't very good at softball, and showed little desire to get better, but had somehow landed a scholarship for athletics. She didn't mind riding the bench, though, and occasionally playing right field, and the other girls seemed to enjoy her unfailingly positive attitude, so I didn't worry too much about it.

Frankly, the most exceptional thing about the woman was that she looked like a stereotypical bimbo: blonde, chest length hair, large breasts, and pink lip gloss she was constantly reapplying.

"Well," she said, "I've been having some muscle pain the past week or two. Michelle suggested you might be able to do something about it?"

I smiled, and stood, my cock hardening. "Yep! It's been a while, but I do have some training in sports medicine. I should be able to help you out."

"Yay!" She said, bouncing a little in excitement, her large tits jiggling under her uniform. "What should I do?"

I looked her up and down, pondering. "Well," I said, "what are your symptoms?"

She sighed. "I'm having a lot of tightness in my hamstrings," she complained. "I thought I just needed to work them out, but It just keeps getting worse. I'm worried I won't be able to play!"

I nodded. "Are you stretching before workouts?"

She nodded, and I frowned. "Can you show me what you usually do?"

She nodded again, and put her hands on her thighs, slowly running them down to her toes, until she was bent over double. "Hm," I said, walking around behind her. Her ass was fairly large and the position she was in put it on full display. "That looks okay,' I told her. "Do you mind if I touch the back of your leg to see if I can feel anything?"

"Of course not!" she said, and I knelt down, putting my hands on either side of her left thigh. I applied some slight pressure, then ran my hands up her leg, digging into her hammies with my thumb. I moved up and down a few times, then paused.

"Any pain?" She shook her head, loose hair bouncing around. "Hm," I said, and moved to the other leg. This time, I got a little more adventurous, moving my hands up high enough so that my thumbs brushed the underside of her butt, and the tops of my hands grazed her crotch (which I noted felt a little warm).

"Hm," I said again. "No pain there either?"

"No," she said, still doubled over.

"You can stand," I told her, and she straightened, brushing her ass against my turgid cock as she did so.

She turned to face me, and I looked into her face, eyes wide, lip gloss shimmering.

"I'm not feeling anything wrong," I told her. "But sometimes this sort of pain can be caused by an unsupportive or ill-fitting bra. Does that sound plausible?"

She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth in shock. "Oh no! I'm not sure. Could you check?"

I nodded. "Of course."

She pulled off her shirt, her round, grapefruit tits encased in a full black bra fringed with lace. I spent a while staring at her cleavage, then frowned. "It looks okay, but it's not always obvious. I do have something I could try, but it involves me touching your breasts. Would that be alright?"

She nodded earnestly. "Of course."

"Alright," I said, "please turn around."

She did, and I stepped forward, resting my cock against her ass, and undoing her bra. I pulled it down her arms and set it aside, then reached around her body, gently cupping her breasts and slightly lifting them. She shifted her weight, and unconsciously pushed her ass back into my crotch as I held her large breasts in my hand. "How does that feel?" I asked, gently squeezing them for good measure, her tits heavy in my hands.

"Good," she said, a little unsteady.

"Good?" I asked, and she started a little.

"Oh, I mean the same."

I took the opportunity to fondle her tits a little more. "The pain's still there?" She nodded.

"Okay," I said, removing my hands, running my finger over her nipples as I did so. I stepped back, and Britt turned around, hands over her breasts.

"Should I put my shirt back on?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No, I think the next best thing to try here is massage." I went over to the stack of clean towels, and handed her one. "Hold this, please."

She reached out and grabbed it, shifting her other hand to cover both of her breasts, smudging them together, her nipples covered.

I went over to the closet, and grabbed my massage table. "Have you ever had a massage before?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nope."

I nodded. "Okay, no problem. What I'm going to have you do is take off your pants, and lay down on the table for me. You can use that towel to cover your rear end."

I turned, and heard her unzip her pants, and wriggle out of them. There was a pause, and she broke in. "Should I take off my underwear too?"

"What kind is it?"

"Um," she said hesitantly, "it's a black thong. It's pretty small. It, um. It doesn't cover much."

"Can you be more descriptive?"

"Ummm," she continued, "it sort of sits between my ass cheeks. There's a little triangle of fabric over my... my vagina, and a thin strap that runs around my hips."

"Hmm," I said, pretending to think. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Um, sure," she said, and I turned around.

Her hands were back at her breasts, and I slowly took in her tanned thighs. The thong was as she described, a small black piece of fabric that was threatening to slip into her pussy. "Hmm," I said, and stepped forward, kneeling down next to her cunt. I could smell her arousal, and pulled the strip of fabric away from her pussy, feeling how damp it was, and getting a close look at her wet, shaved cunt, her clit peeking out.

"Turn around, please." She obeyed, and I ran my hands over her big, toned ass, up to the string of the thong at her waist. I pulled the tiny piece of elastic out of her ass and pretended to consider it, then let it snap back onto her asshole, causing her to yelp a bit.

"It's hard to say," I told her. "but I think these are going to have to come off if I'm going to give you a really thorough massage."

"Okay!" Bree said brightly, and bent down at her waist, pulling her panties off and, in the process, putting her enormous ass and wet cunt inches from my face. I took a deep breath, inhaling her arousal, then stood.

I held out my hand. "I'll take your underwear."

"Oh!" She said, "Thanks," and put the damp piece of fabric into my hand.

"Lay down on the table please."

She did, awkwardly reaching back and placing the towel over her exposed ass and pussy, leaving it draped crookedly over her rear end. I put her panties in my pocket, then moved over and adjusted the towel, taking the opportunity to grope her ass through the thick fabric as I got it just right.

"Okay!" I told her. "Just relax, and let me take it from here. Let me know if anything I'm doing feels especially good, or if you want more or less pressure."

She nodded. "Okay!"

I grabbed a bottle of oil, and let out a stream of it on her back. I rubbed it over her back, then started a massage, working the oil into her toned muscle.

As I worked her back, I felt her start to relax as I rhymically worked out her muscles. I gave her my best, and before long she was breathing deeply, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hair loose around her face.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Amazing," she murmured.

"How's the pain?"

She frowned. "Still there. Maybe you should massage my legs?"

"Great idea," I told her, and shifted down, rubbing her toned calves. After enough of that to be plausible, I moved up and started massaging the back of her thigh, working her hamstrings with my thumbs, stopping at the towel line an inch back from her ass.

"How's that?" I asked.

"It's helping..." she said sleepily, "but could you go a little higher?"

"Absolutely," I told her, and grabbed the hem of the towel, folding it a few times so it was balanced at the edge of her butt.

I worked her upper thigh for a long time, kneading the area right under her ass, running my thumbs just below its curve, my hands rubbing her inner thighs over and over again, barely avoiding the outer lips of her cunt. As I rubbed, I felt the heat in her pussy increase, until my hands started to sweat. I could smell her arousal in the room, and as I pushed her thighs I caught glimpses of her swollen cunt between her legs.

"Fuck," she whispered, and I stopped.

"Doing alright?"

"No--I mean yes! Just...don't stop."

I grinned and pulled the towel up so the lower half of her ass was exposed, letting it barely cover her asshole, her wet, hairless pussy now in full view. I went back to the massage, running my hands up each of her thighs all the way to her outer labia, pressing up against them and rubbing them slightly as I withdrew. Each stroke opened her pussy briefly before letting it close again, and I watched her cunt get redder and wetter as I worked, her inner labia slowly blooming out. Before long she was squirming on the table, shaking with each pass of my hands over the outside of her cunt.

"How are you doing?" I asked, pausing with my hands on her labia.

"Fuck," she said, "whatever you're doing feels great. Could you stay in that area? It's reeeeeeally, really helping with the pain."

"Absolutely," I told her. "In fact, if you'd like to turn over, I can probably get a better angle."

Before I had finished my sentence, she was turning over, arm up, spinning herself in place, then laying back down on the table. She looked up at me, eyes full of hungry lust, and I put my hand on her muscular stomach, looking at her burning eyes, her mouth open slightly. The towel had fallen to the ground in the commotion, and I grabbed it.

"Would you like me to cover your breasts?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, that's fine. Just please keep going."

I nodded, and moved up to her head. "I'm just gonna use this to cover your eyes, then. Just lay back and relax." I folded the towel carefully, and laid it across her eyes. She seemed to relax a little, and I moved back down to her lower half.

I squirted some oil into my hands, and started running them up her tan, muscular thighs. She was lying with them closed, and her pussy was hidden between them. I continued up her legs, running my hands over her pubic mound. Her closed legs proved a guide, and I kept my thumbs centered as I brought them up, arcing them both off to the sides of her hips, and beginning again. Before long, her thighs and hips were coated with oil. She began raising her hips as I moved over her mound, muscles in her butt flexing as she pushed herself into my hands. I waited until she was shaking with every stroke, then paused.

"Britt," I said, gently rubbing the top of her public mound with my thumbs, "I think you're storing a great deal of tension in your yomi."

"What's a yomi?" She asked, breathing heavy, biting her lip.

"It's the area slightly lower than where my hands are now."

"Oh," she said, nodding. "you're right. I can hardly stand how, um, tense that is right now."

"That's what I thought," I said, looking up at her hard nipples on her rising and falling breasts. "I can give you a yoni massage, if you'd like. That should relieve that tension. It is a somewhat intimate experience, though. I just want to make sure that's okay."

"Oh, yes, please! Whatever you're doing feels incredible!"

"Perfect. I'm just gonna have you open your legs for me..."

Brit planted her feet at the bottom of the table, and used the leverage to raise her knees, then spread her legs as much as she could on the narrow massage table. I had a perfect view of her pussy blooming as she did so, her large inner labia pulling apart, a few strands of lube sticking as her wet, red cunt opened up like a rose. The smell of her arousal hit me hard, and I took a deep breath in as I looked at her carefully shaved pussy, her clit sticking out of its hood, her pink walls wet and waiting for dick.

"Is that alright?" She asked.

"That's perfect," I told her. "Before I start, I just want to tell you that you have a beautiful body, and an even more beautiful yoni. I feel honored to have the chance to fully explore it."

She was blushing under the towel. "Thanks, coach. I've always felt really connected to my... yoni... but today... it feels like you're bringing something new out of it."

I nodded. "That's common. Hopefully we can connect you to it even more. May I begin?"

"Please."

I grabbed my bottle of oil, and started slowly drizzling it over the top of her pussy. I watched as it dripped down her cunt, making river on either side of her labia, dripping off of her clit, puddling on the bench between her legs, some of it running down her taint and back towards her asshole. I stared at her gorgeous cunt for a few more moments, before moving in with my hands and starting to gently massage her outer labia, running my thumbs up and down her skin. Her skin was slippery, and I moved slow, feeling her respond as I brought my hands up and down in slow, steady, strokes, watching her pussy clench as my thumbs met at the bottom of her vulva, seeing her twitch slightly as the pressure from my thumbs moved her clit.

I continued like this for a while, until she was giving out little moans under her breath. At that, I rotated my thumbs, and began running them up and down the outside of her pussy, massaging the cleft between her inner and outer labia. Her moans became more pronounced at this point, and I enjoyed the wet, soft feeling of her pussy on my hands as I rubbed her, the plaintive whines as my thumbs passed on either side of the hard nub of her clit.

She was straining now, her butt clenched as she tried to push her pussy up and towards me.

Smiling, I took my left hand away, and ran my right thumb over the center of her labia, supplying just enough pressure to part them slightly, rubbing the inside of her inner lips without penetration.

I moved my left hand to her clit, evoking a little gasp, and began to gently rub it, barely touching the wet nub, giving it the slightest stimulation.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkk," she moaned, hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, can you go harder?"

"Of course," I told her, and pushed in a little deeper with my right thumb, massaging the entrance to her vagina with it, keeping her lips parted but avoiding actually slipping into her. I took my other thumb away entirely, and focused on teasing the outside of her cunt, gently moving my thumb back and forth, staying just outside edge of penetration, feeling her pussy throb as she humped the air, trying desperately to pull my thumb in.

"Can you put your other thumb back, please," she said, gasping, and I nodded.

"Yes, but you need to stay still. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

She whined, but settled back down to the table, now thoroughly slick with oil and her own juices.

"Good," I told her, as my thumbs resumed rubbing her clit. "just stay like that. If you need to fidget you can rub your nipples."

Immediately her hands flashed to her tits, and I watched as she, gasping, played with her stubbled nipples.

I rubbed her clit a little harder, trying to pleasure instead of tease, and she moaned, hard. "Fuck coach," she said panting, "this is the best massage I've ever had."

"Good," I said. "There's plenty more to come."

She shuddered a little, and seemed to sink back into the table, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

I rubbed her clit for a while, still teasing her hole with my thumb, and watched as she shuddered, trying not to buck against my hands.

Watching her cunt, I moved my thumb around, and pushed forward, finally entering her the barest amount. As soon as I did, her pussy slipped forward, enveloping the rest of my thumb up to the joint in her tight, sloppy warmth.

She moaned, long and hard, savoring the relief, still hungry for more.

Smiling and shaking my head, I started slowly rubbing the inside of her cunt with my thumb, rotating while I pulled in and out. "I'm massaging inside your vagina right now," I told her. "A lot of women carry tightness here that can cause issues from irritability to intrusive thoughts to physical pain."

"Fuck," she said, "that feels amazing. Can you go deeper?"

I nodded, and pulled my thumb out, considering a moment, then sucking her juices off of it. She was nearly tasteless, with only the ephemeral mild scent of a woman. "I have good news, Brit," I told her, slipping my middle and index fingers back inside of her, and again rubbing her internal walls, exploring the wet mush of her cunt.

"What?" She said, biting her lip, pulling on her nipples.

"Your pussy tastes amazing."

"Oh, good," she murmered.

I massaged her cunt for a while, watching her rub her nipples, her breathing getting more ragged, small twitches in her legs getting more common. "Brit," I said, "I could massage your breasts as well, if you'd like."

She paused, and seemed a little hesitant. "You wouldn't stop what you're doing right now?"

"No," I told her, fingers still buried in her hot cunt. "That's the most important piece. I can do both at once."

"Mmm," she said. "Yes, please."

I shifted so I was at her side, moving my arm around her legs to keep my fingers in her cunt. My hand was now resting on her pubic mound, and I shifted my fingers so I was rubbing her clit as I slid in and out of her. She shuddered in response, and I grabbed the massage oil, using my free hand to drizzle it over her breasts. Setting down the bottle, I began to massage her large tits with my hands, working the oil into her bronze skin, my large hands gliding across her massive breasts, calluses against her smooth skin and large nipples.

"Coach," she murmured. "That feels amazing. But it sort of feel like my muscles are tightening up?"

"Mm," I said, watching oil drip down her ribs, "that's natural. There's sort of a curve to the shape of it. An increase, and then a sudden release. Let me know if it gets unbearable, though."

She nodded, and I resumed fingering her, gently pumping in and out of her cunt. I sped up a bit, and shifted my fingers to put a little more pressure on her clit.

"Now," I said, "how about that? More or less tension?"

She moaned. "More. But it feels good at the same time."

I nodded. "Perfect. Okay, we'll try something else. Let's get your mind off the tension. There's been some research that, for many women, having something in their mouth releases tension, and helps them focus on pleasure."

"Oh perfect," she smiled. "Like gum?"

I tried to keep a straight face. "No, something more substantial. The effects were most pronounced if the woman was able to suck on the object, and it filled most of her mouth."

"Oh, okay," Brit nodded. "I could suck on my thumb?"

"That's a great idea," I told her, unbuttoning my pants. "But I actually have something specially designed for your mouth."

She bit her lip, wiggling in excitement, her breasts jiggling. "Ooh, what is it?"

"Open wide," I told her, shifting towards her mouth, hand still rubbing her cunt. She obeyed, her glossy lips spread in a wide "o."

"Now turn your head towards me."

She did, her mouth still open. I pushed my cock down, and slowly slid it into her mouth, resting it about an inch inside. "Now," I told her, "close around that" I felt her lips wrap around my shaft, "and just gently suck on it." I felt her mouth start rhythmically contracting as she began to gently suck at my cock head. I suppressed a moan, and closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle pulses of her mouth as my fingers slid in and out of her.