My Coach My First Time My Trauma

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I am on my school's volleyball team and we were at an out of city game. It was a long drive about five, six hours away. We won, but by the time we left it was really late, I think we finished our game around 8 PM, but we didn't get on our bus till 9 PM. I was the last one to get on the bus because I needed to use the bathroom, but it was so crowded I didn't get to go till everyone had left. I never got to change out of my uniform either. Our uniform was bright orange and we wore black shorts, my shorts were a bit small on me, so my ass stuck out a little bit whenever I bent over. I would say I looked the same as I do now, just with short blonde hair and maybe my butt and breasts were smaller?

I got to the bus and everyone had already sat down and it was really crowded, so the only seat left was next to my coach at the back of the bus. He liked to sit in the back because it let him keep an eye on everyone and his assistant sat at the front. He got up out of his seat and offered me the window seat. I just smiled at him and sat down, I was a little sad I didn't get to sit with my friends. He sat back down next to me and then we took off back home. It was going to be a long drive back home, so a lot of the others just put their headphones in and went to sleep. It was dark inside the bus, besides the occasional lights from passing cars, but once we were on the highway it was almost impossible to see.

I leaned my head against the window and I started to drift off to sleep, it didn't take long until I passed out. I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I could feel something squeezing my breast. I didn't know what was going on and when I looked down I could see it was my coach's hand groping my breast. I looked up at him and when I opened my mouth to say something, he reached out his other hand and covered my mouth. He looked at me and said quietly, "Shhh. You don't want everyone here to know that you came on to me first, do you?" I honestly didn't know what to think, I wanted it to stop, but I also didn't want to be embarrassed and be known as the girl who was hitting on the coach.

I closed my mouth and I just nodded, he pulled his hand away from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile and he kept groping me. His hands were big, he just played with my breasts roughly, squeezing them, lifting them up and letting them drop, pinching, playing, and pulling on my nipples. I turned away from him and looked at the bus window, hoping someone would see what was happening and they would stop him. No one came to help me, no one saw was he was doing, and all I could do was endure and bite my lip. I hate to admit it and back then, I couldn't admit it, but it felt good and I was rubbing my thighs together because I really liked the way it felt.

He must've grown bored of just playing with my tits because his hand drifted lower. Down my stomach and soon between my legs. He shifted himself in his seat, so his back was facing the aisle, so no one could look and see what he was doing. When he hand slid between my legs and touched my crotch, I grab him by the wrist and I tried to stop him. I looked up at him, my eyes were wide with fear, and I just shook my head, begging him to stop. He just smiled and his hand moved no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of my shorts and slid his hand between my legs. I still remember how thick his fingers were, he didn't slide his hand under my panties, just under my shorts. I could feel his other hand, grab my thigh and he pulled my legs open. This gave him more room as he know started to press his fingers against my pussy through my panties. I hate that it felt good, I hate that I basically spread my legs for him, and let him do what he wanted with me. He started to play with my pussy, stroking his fingers up and down my pussy, pressing on my clit. The sensation of my panties being pressed against my pussy was so intense.

I grabbed him by the arm and dug my nails into his skin, I was hoping this would stop him, but it just encouraged him more. He pressed his fingers harder against my pussy, spreading the lips as he stroked them up at down. I knew what was happening, my body reacted naturally to his touch, and soon I started to soak my panties. He leaned his head down and whispered to me, "See, you like this. You're wet from me just touching you." He wasn't wrong, it felt really good, I've never been touched like this before, most guys only ever wanted hand jobs or blow jobs. This older man was actually making me feel good in ways that I never experienced.

I kept one hand wrapped on his arm, digging my nails into his skin, while my other hand covered my mouth as I started to moan. It felt so fucking good, but I felt so disgusted with myself that I was going to cum from this. It was just a few minutes longer when my hips started thrusting back and forth from his touch, I was moaning just loud enough for us to hear, and I was ready to cum. It hit me hard, I started to shake, and I let out a loud squeal. It pressed my face into his arm as I came, I felt my panties soak, and my body just shook as I started to settle down.

I sat back up and composed myself as he pulled his hands out from my shorts. I looked up at him and that's when I saw him take his fingers and put them in his mouth. He cleaned himself off, he cleaned my juices off his fingers, and then looked down at me. I guess my mouth was open in surprise, because he slipped his fingers in my mouth and smiled. "You taste really good." he said to me so calmly, and lovingly. I could barely taste myself on his fingers, but I could taste his spit and honestly, I would've kissed him right there and then.

I turned away and looked back out the window embarrassed that I let this happened, but it was too late. If I told anyone they would ask why I didn't stop him and ask someone to help. They might even think I was lying and that I came onto him first. My mind raced with all these thoughts, that I didn't notice what he was doing next. He kept his back to the aisle and he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I just remember him grabbing my wrist and pull my hand down.

I felt a hot thick rod in my hand and that's when I turned around. First, I looked at him in the face, but then I looked down and I could see he pulled my hand on his cock. I don't know why I was still holding it, but I was so impressed by how it looked. It was thick, so fat, and it was very big, I would guess now and say it was at least nine inches. I don't know what took over me, but I just started to stroke it. I didn't think, I just reacted and my reaction was to feel it more.

His cock was so hot, it felt good in my hand, I could feel the veins running up and down his cock. He was cut and from the flashes of light of cars passing by, I could see the tip was oozing precum. I would stroke him up and down, using his precum to lube his cock while I stroked him off. I must've been staring pretty hard because I didn't notice him reach behind my head and he pulled my head down and now I had his cock in his mouth. I let out a gagged moan as his cock his the back of my throat. He stopped and held me down, his thick cock stretching my throat.

"Shut up. You don't want anyone to see us do you?", he whispered, angrily. I tried my best to take a breath, but it was so hard with him down my throat. That's when I felt his hand grip the back of my head with his fingers pulling my hair tight. He lifted my off his cock just enough for me to catch my breath, I was drooling and gasping for air when he did. Then I felt him push on the back of my head and he kept doing this for what felt like hours, but probably only a few minutes. Lifting my head up and down, forcing my head all the way down on his cock. His cock didn't taste good, it tasted salty and it smelt like piss too.

I couldn't do anything, I couldn't scream, I could barely breathe, all I could do was let him do what he wanted with me. So I kind of just went limp and let him use my mouth and throat. It was a few minutes later, when I heard grunting and groaning louder. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and that's when I knew he was coming to cum. Before I could do anything, he forced my head down hard, his cock forced it's way down my throat. His cock twitched and throbbed as he pump his hot, thick load down my throat. It felt hot as it coated my throat and I was gagging so bad, but he didn't let me up.

He held me down until he stopped cumming, and his cock stopped twitching. He pulled me up and pushed me back against the window of the bus. I just fell back in the seat and against the window and tried to catch my breath. I could feel a line of drool mixed with his cum leak out from the corner of my mouth. He quickly put his cock away and sat back in the seat normally, while I was just laying there trying my best not to cry. I was so tired, that I just fell back asleep. It wasn't till much later, that he tapped my leg and said to wake up because we were back at the school.

I honestly thought it was a dream, so I just got up and left the bus as quickly as I could. He said bye, but I just walked away from him as fast as I could and I got in my dad's car in the backseat. When we got home, I just told him I was tired, and I went to my room. When I went into the bathroom, I looked at myself and I could see a white stain on my uniform, and that's when I realized it was real. I took off my uniform, and just jumped into bed and fell asleep hoping I would wake up from this nightmare. That didn't happen and in fact, I had a dream where he did even more and when I woke up the next morning, I could feel I had soaked my panties in my sleep from a wet dream.