Sarah Cums Second

Sarah Jacobsen was a young athlete in our athletics club who had just been picked to represent GB at under-20 level at the European U20 Championships in Seville in Spain.

Back at home, we all crowded round our mobile devices on the Thursday evening training session as Sarah ran her semi-final. If she could have heard us, our cheering alone, would have propelled her to victory, not that she needed our assistance, as with a perfectly timed charge she pipped the two leaders to win her heat, and in a new PB. We were all delighted and couldn't wait for her final which would be on the following evening.

So, at 7:45 the following night, a group of coaches gathered at the track to watch Sarah in the final. Unfortunately, almost from the off, we could see that she was not running with her usual fluency, and although she tried to fight back, she ended up well off the pace back in sixth place.

We consoled ourselves with the thoughts that at least she had won her semi, made the final, and set a new PB. Perhaps the excitement of all her recent achievements had got to her.

The following Tuesday, Sarah was back at training. I am not her coach, as I actually worked with several of the younger groups. But, I was also quite handy with video and recording software, and over the weekend had spent time looking at Sarah's running between her semi and the final, info that I had passed on to her own coach.

As Barbara talked through her races with her, trying to work out what had gone so wrong in the final, Sarah became rather upset and stormed off, exclaiming that she didn't want to talk about it.

Barbara came over to see me, in rather a foul mood, and asked if I could talk to Sarah and go through my video work with her. I said that I would try.

So, at the end of the session, having sent my training group off with their parents, I went to catch Sarah before she too headed home.

"Hi Sarah" I mumbled, as I approached her, "Babs has asked if I can take you through your runs?"

"Not now!" she grunted back, but then with a sigh of her shoulders added, "Could you come over and see me tomorrow?"

One of the joys of being a teacher is those long summer holidays, and as I still had two weeks before term restarted, I certainly had time to spare.

"Sure. When?" I enquired, a little more hopefully.

"Would ten be OK?" she suggested.

"Yes, ten would be fine. See you then!" as I let her head off to her waiting collection. I gave Babs a thumbs-up as well, as she had been watching our little chat from a discrete distance.

So, the next morning, I arrived at ten and rang their doorbell. It took Sarah almost a minute to answer, and I was beginning to think she had forgotten that I was coming. But I was greeted with a big beaming smile as she opened the door, dressed in her GB tracksuit.

"You look very good in it!" I complimented, "I hope it's just the first of many!"

Sarah mumbled something that I didn't catch, as she led me through to the family lounge.

Sitting down, I opened my laptop and started it up.

"Well, shall we have a little look at your races then?" I queried, as I waited for it to boot completely.

"We don't need to do that," whispered Sarah, "I know exactly why I didn't run well in the final!"

"Ohh!" I asked, puzzled.

"I had just had sex a couple of hours earlier," she explained very quietly, looking very embarrassed.

I burst out laughing. It was not the explanation I had been expecting!

"Yes, that could do it!" I replied jokingly, "Although some people claim that it improves performance!" I added trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Sarah just shook her head and looked very tearful.

"I'd never done it before, and it hurt really bad," she explained, as she slowly began to sob.

I was stunned that Sarah seemed so open with this new information and was also surprised to find myself becoming aroused.

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug.

"Congratulations!" I quietly murmured in her ear, "You can definitely be called an Under-20 Woman now."

Sarah sobbed again.

"It's OK!" I reassured her, "We don't have to tell anyone what happened."

"But, I need to!" Sarah groaned, "I didn't think it would be like that!"

Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief, I was desperate to find out how this delightful young creature had lost her virginity.

"I'm willing to listen," I suggested, "But, maybe you'd rather speak to someone else about it?"

Sarah shook her head as she broke our hug and looked at me.

"No. I want to tell you. Then you can tell me what should have happened!" she pleaded.

Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed.

I nodded reluctantly.

"OK Sarah, tell me what happened. Just take your time."

So, she began.

This was Sarah's first major competition, although she knew several of her teammates, having raced against them before. But a few of them had been to major events like this before, so on the flight over Sarah had been asking them lots of questions about what to expect.

Then one of the girls had sighed, "Oh, the boys!", which had caused some of the other girls to giggle, before she explained that there would be lots of fit hot guys there and it was very easy to slip off and have a little fun "wink, wink!". Sarah knew what they meant but didn't want to explain that she was still a virgin, so had just smiled and giggled with them.

At the airport, the team had been collected on a couple of coaches and bussed to their accommodation at the local University, they were to be staying in the Student accommodation while the students were on holiday. As soon as the team coach arrived at the accommodation, Sarah had seen him. She had later found out that his name was Pablo Hernandez, a Spanish 400 m hurdler.

He was tall and slim, with a shock of long wavy black hair and a beaming smile.

Sarah had felt butterflies in her tummy as soon as she saw him. He was part of the welcoming committee. However, when Sarah first saw him, he was with a tall blonde Swedish athlete, whose team had arrived ten minutes earlier. Sarah watched as Pablo chatted and joked away with this young woman, then helping her with her kit, had headed off towards her accommodation, arm in arm.

The next morning Sarah had seen Pablo again, this time sitting with a dark-haired Greek athlete. As Sarah watched, Pablo and the girl got up and made to leave the restaurant, Pablo had his arm round the girl's waist, but as they walked past Sarah's table, Pablo had noticed Sarah and smiled and winked at her. Sarah had blushed madly.

About twenty minutes later, just as Sarah had been about to leave, Pablo returned to the restaurant and walked in with an exaggerated swagger, which produced a big cheer from a group of Spanish male colleagues sitting at another table. Pablo went to join them and as Sarah watched, Pablo was high-fived and back-slapped by all the other guys. Much animated conversation continued.

As Sarah got up to leave the restaurant, she again caught Pablo's eye, and he gave her a big smile and blew her a kiss. Sarah had blushed profusely.

Sarah then went to prepare for her semi-final, and we all knew how well that had gone, but on the way out of the stadium she had literally bumped into Pablo as he was coming in for his preliminary heat. He congratulated Sarah on her win, having watched it on the TV in the warm-up room. Sarah could only blush, even more brightly as she went to cool down, but had made sure that she was close to a TV so that she could watch Pablo comfortably win his heat.

The next morning at breakfast, Sarah again saw Pablo with one of her own teammates, and as the previous day she watched as they got up and left the restaurant, only for Pablo to return about twenty minutes later. Sarah began to realise that Pablo had to be going off with these girls and having sex with them. Sarah found herself embarrassed at the thought but also jealous at the same time.

Sarah's final was not until 8:00 pm that evening, so she went to the training track to do a bit of a warm-up. She had a light lunch as normal then was going to head back to her room to rest, before heading to the stadium in plenty of time for her race.

As she walked through the campus, Pablo suddenly appeared by her side and began talking to her. Sarah again went bright red and could hardly reply, and she found herself looking down towards his groin, where there was a significant bulge in his shorts.

To Sarah's horror, Pablo caught her looking and grinned at Sarah, which caused to blush even more.

Pablo asked where she was going, and she had replied to rest before her final, but taking her hand, Pablo had suggested that he knew a better way to relax, and would she like him to show her.

Sarah was so confused that she just nodded her head, and Pablo led her straight to her own room. Sarah's mind was in a whirl, she had never had any attention like this and just automatically opened her door and the two of them entered.

As soon as the door closed, Pablo took Sarah in his arms and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He then led her to her small single bed and sat her down on the edge. Then to Sarah's complete surprise he stood before her and stripped off, removing his t-shirt, his flip-flops, then dropping his shorts.

Sarah was totally shocked, she had never seen a naked male body so close, or with an erect penis pointing straight at her. To her it looked very large and firm, and she stared at it amazed as Pablo took it in his hand and slowly stroked it.

"You like my cock?" enquired the proud Spaniard.

Sarah just nodded dumbly.

Pablo then sat beside her on the small bed, Sarah never taking her eyes from his cock.

Gently, Pablo took one of Sarah's hands and placed it on his cock. She gasped. It felt soft, but hard, and also very hot.

Instinctively, she began to stroke it, just as she had seen him do.

At that point, Pablo had turned slightly towards Sarah and began to stroke her thigh, easing his hand higher towards her crotch. Again, instinctively, as she was still mesmerized with his cock, she began to open her legs so that he could begin to rub her pussy through her tracksuit.

Sarah was getting terribly excited, and without hesitation suddenly stood and removed her tracksuit bottoms and her pants.

This was Pablo's OK, and he quickly had Sarah lying back on her bed as he climbed between her legs.

Unaware that she was still a virgin, Pablo eagerly eased the head of his throbbing, excited cock between Sarah's labia and tried to force it in. However, being so tight and not fully lubricated, Pablo's thrusting began to hurt Sarah, and she cried out in pain.

As his cock slowly forced its way in, suddenly Pablo also encountered Sarah's intact hymen.

"Dios Mio Sarah! Are you a virgin?" exclaimed the thrilled Spaniard.

Sarah could only nod her head, as she bit her lip to stifle her cries, and a tear ran down her face.

But again, Pablo thrust into her in his excitement, rupturing her thin membrane, as he too ruptured, spewing his sperm into her now womanly cunt.

Shocked at what had happened so suddenly, Pablo hurriedly withdrew his cock, still oozing with his spunk, and quickly rose, got dressed and left the room, leaving Sarah in a bewildered state of shock, unsure at what had just happened.

Sarah had lain there, confused, embarrassed and unsatisfied. Was this really what sex was all about? Her pussy hurt like hell, and was leaking a gooey, sticky liquid. Surely, there was more to it than that, she had thought to herself? It was definitely not as exciting as the girls had suggested on the flight over. Slowly it began to dawn on her that Pablo might just have been after a quick fuck, and that was exactly what they had both got.

Sarah had started to cry and curled up in a ball on her bed.

The next thing she remembered was banging on her door. It was her teammate Abigail, who had come to get her as they had both made the final. Somehow or other, Sarah managed to get herself together enough and got to the stadium.

We knew how things went from there.

As Sarah had begun retelling her story, I had dropped my eyes from her face, I was sure that the excitement and lust that I was feeling would have been patently obvious on my face.

My excitement had also been obvious in my trousers, and Sarah had noticed this, so that when I did eventually look at her, she was sporting a massive grin as she stared at my throbbing bulge.

I turned beetroot as I realised that I had been 'caught out', and I found myself scrambling for something to say.

"So, Mike, are you going to tell me what it should have been like?" purred Sarah, as she slowly began to lower the zip on her tracksuit top, "Or better still, why don't you show me!"

I stared at Sarah flabbergasted; it must have taken me twenty seconds to comprehend what she had said.

"Well? I'm sure there must be more to it than what Pablo did. So why don't you give me a little coaching on this event, Coach?" teased Sarah, the zip now fully open as she began to ease it off her shoulders to reveal her lovely small 32B breasts encased in a sheer lacy black bra.

"Even Pablo didn't get to see these!" Sarah giggled.

"Sarah, I can't! You know I can't!" I pleaded, "As a coach, I have a duty of care, even if you are eighteen!"

"But you're not my coach. So, is that your only reason?" she queried.

She was right on both counts, Babs was officially her coach, and I was divorced, so would not be cheating on anyone, and boy was my cock telling me to shut up and get on with it.

"Well?" added Sarah, sidling a little closer to me on the couch.

Lust suddenly took over and I grabbed Sarah by the shoulders and mashed our lips together. In surprise, Sarah let out a startled squeak and momentarily resisted before returning my passion.

But that momentary hesitation was enough to bring me back to my senses and I broke our kiss.

"Sorry Sarah, I'm no better than Pablo. That's not what you should experience either," I explained.

The panicked look on Sarah's face told it all, she was now expecting me to get up and leave, and I could almost see the tears welling in her eyes. Dropping to my knees, I moved to slip between her legs and kneeling up I had judged the height of the couch perfectly; my crotch was directly in line with hers so when needed I could fuck her from where I knelt. But that was later.

"This is what should have happened," I whispered, as I gently took her face into my hands and tenderly kissed her on the lips.

This time a satisfied sigh came from Sarah, as we slowly began to become acquainted. Soon I was kissing around the rest of her lovely face, before moving down to nuzzle into her neck, and testing out the sensitivity of her earlobes. All seemed to be met with ecstatic cooing, but also a growing impatience.

Sarah began to feel for the bulge in my trousers, and although it was a touch that I also craved, I wanted to take this really slowly, and make sure we focused on her pleasure and not mine.

"I'm the coach!" I whispered into her ear, as I gently but forcefully moved her hand behind her back and continued to kiss my way down over her throat and the top of her chest.

I peeled her tracksuit top fully off her shoulders and down her arms, then reaching behind her unclipped her bra and allowed the delicate material to slip off her shoulders as well. I leant back a bit so I could drink in the sight of her young firm breasts.

"They're not very big, are they?" Sarah apologized.

"Shhhh!" I whispered, "They are beautiful, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise," I instructed.

I leant forward and we kissed, Sarah with much more hunger, but I still wanted to make the whole experience as sensual as possible. Again, I began to kiss her cheeks, then down over her chin to her neck, focusing on the areas that had been most sensitive previously. Slowly, I worked down over her upper chest, trailing my tongue over her young flesh, inching closer to her little cherry-topped hills. As I approached her mounds, I could feel and hear Sarah's breathing increase.

Then suddenly Sarah gasped and groaned, her body wriggling wildly, as my unshaven chin with two days of stubble, scrapped across the engorged nipple.

"Oooooh, that feels all prickly!" she managed to squeal out, just before I engulfed the same nipple with my mouth, sliding my tongue across its tip.

"OHHHH FUCK!" groaned Sarah, as she now thrust her chest forward into my face.

"That feels so amazing!" she purred, as she caught her breath and her hands reached up to grasp my head, pulling it closer.

I began to eat her firm breasts, licking and chewing on her nipples, alternating between her two small mounds, as her moans and groans of pleasure intensified.

Flicking my tongue across one nipple, while I tweaked, twisted and pinched the other, Sarah was soon gasping and panting in little, short breaths, before suddenly she screamed.

"Aaaaeeee!...... Godddd!..... YESSSSSS!" Sarah cried, as she thrashed around under me.

"Oh my god! What did you do?" she groaned.

I waited until she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"That's what Pablo should have done, given you an orgasm!" I softly explained.

"Shit, I've never come like that before!" she breathed, still in a state of shock.

"Well, I hope you have a few more before I'm finished with you!" I declared.

"Yes, please!" Sarah pleaded.

Kneeling up to kiss her again, I slipped my hands down to the top of her tracksuit bottoms and began to ease them down her hips. Without hesitation, Sarah lifted her hips to allow me to slide them down over her bum and down her thighs. As I did, it became obvious that Sarah had no knickers on, and her excited perfume rose from between her legs.

Pushing her trousers down to her ankles and off her legs, I threw them to one side, and then placing a hand on each knee I slowly pushed her legs apart.

I kept eye contact with Sarah as her legs eased open, with only slight resistance, as she whimpered and bit her lip. As they spread, I eased forward between them and leant in to kiss her again. She sighed as my still clothed body pressed against her naked one.

"I want to taste your sex!" I whispered in her ear, causing Sarah to gasp in surprise.

Once again, I slowly started to kiss and lick my way down her body. Only this time, when I reached her breasts, after a little suck and nibble on her engorged nipples I continued my journey south.

Reaching her belly button, I stuck my tongue into it causing Sarah to giggle, and then I continued down towards her pubic bone, and the sparse soft brown pubes that lightly covered it.

As I approached her honey pot, I could hear Sarah's breathing and little sounds increasing as she waited in anticipation for my tongue to reach her. But I wanted to take my time, so I headed out along Sarah's left quad, kissing and squeezing her muscles as they tensed and relaxed under my touch. Reaching her knee, I began licking my way up the inside of her leg, as she strained to open her legs wider, as if to allow me to climb inside her.

As I approached her outer lips, I paused, tasting the juices that had been exuded and coated her upper thighs. She tasted delicious, very delicate, not the strong womanly scent that older women often produce.

I also had my first look at her pussy.

Again, everything looked very delicate, her thin outer and inner labia, that were already split open as she spread her legs, allowing me to see her small vaginal opening, that until just a week ago had been virginal. As I looked at Sarah's treasures, I blew a stream of air over her pussy and she gasped, thrusting her hips towards me. It also had the effect of peeling her labia back even more allowing her small clitoris to become visible.

Oh, how I wanted to slide my tongue over that little pea, but I had further travels before I got there.