Step sister fuck by coach in locker room Part 1

My sister Emily was super into tennis. She was 18, with long brown hair in a ponytail, and a body that was fit from all the practice. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She had small breasts and strong legs. She always wore a white top that stuck to her when she sweated, and a short white skirt that flipped up when she moved. Emily was still a virgin. She never talked about guys,all she cared about was sports.

That night, Emily didn't come home at her usual time. She normally got back around 6 pm after practice. But by 7 pm, nothing. Mom and Dad were out, so I got worried and decided to check the stadium. It was just a short walk from our house. When I arrived, the place wasn't empty yet. Some kids were still playing badminton on the nearby courts. Lights were on, but it felt quieter than usual.

I looked around the tennis courts and spotted her. Emily was in the middle of a game with her coach. She held her racket tight, swinging it hard at the ball. You could see the shape of her bra under her shirt ,The coach was a big black guy, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. He had a fat belly, but he moved quick. His dark skin shone under the lights, and he had short hair with a thick beard. He wore baggy shorts and a shirt that showed his strong arms.

They played hard. Emily smashed the ball past him, winning the point. She jumped high, her skirt lifting to show her white panties for a second. 'I got you!' she yelled, smiling big. The coach grinned and walked over. 'You did amazing, Emily. Real good work,' he said in his deep voice. Then he hugged her. It was a close hug, his arms squeezing her tight against his body. Her head pressed into his chest. She didn't push away, she seemed happy about the win. His hands stayed on her back longer than they should. I watched from outside the fence, feeling a little weird, and she looked uncomfortable now.

Finally, they pulled apart. Emily wiped her forehead. 'It's getting dark out. I should head home,' she said. She grabbed her backpack from the side and waved goodbye. She walked to the changing room, which was a small building next to the courts. It had lockers and showers inside. The area around it was shadowy, with just a couple of lights. Most people had left by then. I thought about going over, but she seemed okay but something bugged me. The way the coach stared at her ass when she left, his eyes on her skirt.

Emily opened the door to the changing room. It was empty and quiet, just the sound of her shoes on the floor. The air smelled like sweat and fresh towels. She threw her backpack on a bench and let out a breath. Her muscles hurt from the game, but beating the coach felt great. She reached for her top buttons, starting to undress for her regular clothes.

The door opened again behind her. She turned, thinking it might be someone else. But it was the coach. He came in and shut the door. I heard the lock click. 'Coach? Why are you here?' Emily asked, her voice nervous. She held her top closed with her hands. He didn't say much at first. His face looked different, mean and wanting. 'You played so well today. I want to celebrate with you,' he said, moving closer.

Emily stepped back, her heart pounding. 'That's nice, but I need to change and go. My brother might worry.' She tried to act normal, but she felt scared. The room seemed smaller, shadows from the windows making it dark. He kept coming toward her, his big frame blocking the exit. 'No hurry. We're by ourselves now. No one around.' His voice got low and rough.

I was watching all this ,she turned to get her bag, but he grabbed her arm hard and pulled her back. 'Stop!' she shouted, trying to twist free. But he was way stronger. He turned her around and shoved her against the lockers. The cold metal hit her back. His hand covered her mouth tight. 'Quiet, girl. Don't yell. You don't want trouble.' His breath was warm and close, smelling like his gum.

Emily's eyes got big, full of fear. She kicked at his legs, but he was too far away. He pushed his body on hers, his belly pressing into her stomach. She felt his hard cock poking her through his shorts, right on her thigh. 'You've been shaking that ass all practice in that short skirt. Now you pay for it,' he whispered. His other hand tore at her top.you always bend intentionally to shows boys your cleavage what you think that i didn't notice that .

The buttons flew off, and the fabric ripped open. Her white bra showed, her chest rising and falling fast. He took his hand off her mouth to yank the top away. She screamed, 'Help! Get off me!' But he slapped her face hard. Her cheek stung, and tears came. 'Be quiet, or it gets bad.' He grabbed both her wrists and held them up high with one hand.

His free hand pulled her skirt down fast. It fell to her feet, leaving her in just bra and panties. Her legs were bare, muscles tight from running. He looked her up and down, his tongue on his lips. 'Damn, you're fresh and firm. Never been fucked, right?' Emily shook her head, crying. 'Please, Coach, I'm a virgin. Don't hurt me.' But that made him smile more.

He hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them down. They stuck at her ankles, but he didn't fix them. Her pussy was out now, smooth and shaved for comfort in her skirt. The pink lips were closed tight, her clit small and hidden. He let her hands go for a second to touch her there. His rough finger slid along her slit, making her jump. 'So soft and dry. I'm gonna wreck this tight virgin spot.

Emily pushed at him, but he knocked her down on the bench. She fell on her back, legs flailing. He got on top, his heavy weight pinning her thighs open. She scratched his arms, but he just chuckled. 'Keep fighting; it turns me on.' He tore her bra off, her small tits out, nipples stiff from the cool air and scare.

He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and biting. Emily cried out from the sharp pain. His hand went back between her legs, fingers jamming into her pussy. She was tight and not wet, so it burned bad. 'Ah! No!' she begged. But he forced one finger in, then added another, pushing against her walls. 'Need to open you up for my dick.' He moved them in and out, rough, while she sobbed.

Tears ran down her cheeks. . His fingers hit her hymen, and he grinned. 'True virgin. Can't wait to break it.' He pulled them out, wet from her body's little response. Then he stood and dropped his shorts.

His cock came out, black and thick, veins bulging, head fat and dripping. It was long, over 9 inches, hard as rock. Emily stared, terrified. 'No way, it's huge. Please, no.' He pulled her hair, lifting her head. 'Suck it first. Open up.' He slapped her lightly and pushed the tip to her lips.

She kept her mouth shut, but he pinched her nose. She opened to breathe, and he shoved in deep. His cock filled her mouth, tasting salty and thick. She gagged hard, spit coming out. He held her head and thrust, fucking her mouth slow then faster, hitting her throat. 'Good, choke on it.' Drool ran down her chin to her tits. He did it for minutes, enjoying her struggles.

He pulled out, spit strings hanging. 'Warm enough now.' He flipped her over on her belly, ass up high. Her cheeks were round and tight from training. He spread them, staring at her puckered asshole. 'Pussy first, then that ass.' Emily whimpered, trying to slide away, but he gripped her hips hard.

He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips, getting it slick from the little wetness his fingers made. Then he thrust in sudden. The head forced her virgin opening, stretching her wide. She screamed loud, pain ripping through. 'It burns! Get out!' But he held her waist and drove deeper, breaking her cherry in one hard push.

A bit of blood came out, warm on her thighs, mixing with his pre-cum. Her pussy squeezed him so tight, like it fought back. He pulled back to the tip, then slammed in again, going halfway. Emily's fingers dug into the bench, pain shooting everywhere. Each push opened her more, the ache deep in her gut.

He set a steady pace, pulling out slow and ramming back in. His belly hit her ass with wet slaps. 'Take my cock, you tight bitch. This hole belongs to me.' She cried, body shaking hard. The pain was like fire, but after some thrusts, her pussy got a tiny bit wetter, making it slide easier. She hated how her body reacted.

He felt it and laughed low. 'Wetting up already? You want this rough dick.' He went faster, pounding deep. His cock hit her cervix, sending jolts. Emily bit her lip, but moans slipped out with the sobs. The bench rocked with them. Sweat from him dripped on her skin, hot and sticky. He reached under, fingers finding her clit, pinching and rubbing.

He circled her clit while slamming into her pussy. The mix of hurt and sparks made her head spin. Her hips bucked a little without meaning to. He fucked her long, switching speeds. Slow grinds, feeling her walls pulse around him. Then quick jabs, her juices making squelching sounds.

Her pussy was stretched now, lips puffy and red gripping his shaft. He pulled out all the way, his cock glistening with her blood and slick. 'Now the ass. Gonna fill both holes.' Emily freaked. 'Not my ass! Please, it's never been touched!' He spit on her hole, rubbing it in. His finger pushed into her asshole, dry and tight.

It hurt worse, like tearing. She bucked up, but he pressed her down. 'Hold still, slut.' He worked the finger deeper, then added a second, twisting to open her. Emily yelled, the burn intense in her untouched ass. He finger-banged her back hole until it gave a bit, then stopped.

He aimed his cock at her asshole, still wet from her pussy. The head pressed hard. 'Take it all.' He shoved forward, popping the tip in. Emily's scream echoed, pain exploding like knives. 'Too big! Stop!' But he kept going, inch by thick inch, until most was inside her ass.

Her body shook, sweat pouring, tears soaking her face. He moaned loud. 'Fuck, tighter than pussy. Gripping my dick perfect.' He started short pumps, then longer ones. Each thrust burned her insides, her ass clenching to fight him. He slapped her cheeks hard, making them jiggle red.

'Push back on it.' He yanked her hips to meet his fucks. Soon he was going full speed, whole cock sliding in her ass with loud smacks. The room smelled like sex and sweat. He slipped a hand to her pussy, fingers plunging in the wetness, rubbing her clit fast. 'Still soaked from the pussy fuck. You love being used.'

Emily's thoughts faded, lost in the rough taking. Her ass felt full and raw, every vein on his cock dragging inside. He grunted with each deep plunge. 'Close to cumming. Gonna pump your ass full.' She whispered, 'Not inside... pull out.' But he sped up, balls hitting her pussy wetly.

He roared and buried deep, shooting hot cum into her ass. Spurts filled her, warm and thick, some leaking out as he stayed in. He pumped a few more times, emptying everything. Then he slid out, her asshole open and dripping cum down to her swollen pussy. Emily fell flat on the bench, body limp, holes throbbing with pain and fullness.

He breathed heavy, standing over her. 'You took it good. Clean up and keep your mouth shut, or I'll say you begged for it.' He fixed his shorts and walked out, door shutting. Emily lay there, curled, crying hard. Her virginity was stolen, both holes sore and messy.

After some time, she moved slow. She grabbed tissues, wiping the cum and blood, wincing at the touch. Her pussy stung when she cleaned it, ass even worse. She put on her clothes, skirt with spots. Backpack in hand, she limped out. The stadium was dark and empty.

Walking home hurt every step, her thighs sticky. When she got in, I was there. 'What took so long? I was scared.' She smiled weak. 'Practice went over. Sorry.' But I saw the slap mark, the limp. She was off, but wouldn't talk.

A few weeks passed after that awful night. Emily tried to act normal, she usually go to her badminton practice and school and coach acted normally I was spying thinking I can see something more but I could tell may be it's just for once.

Emily got a call on her phone. She was in the kitchen making coffee when it rang. Her face went pale as she looked at the screen. 'It's... the coach,' she whispered to herself. I was nearby, grabbing a snack. 'Don't answer it,' I said, but she did anyway, her hand shaking. 'Hello?' Her voice was small.

I heard a deep voice on the other end, the coach's. He talked low, but words like like come Tommorow and i know that Tommorow stadium is closed . Emily's eyes filled with tears. 'No, please..' But he kept talking, sounding calm but firm. She hung up after a minute, staring at the floor. 'He wants me at the stadium tomorrow. Says it's important.' I got mad. 'Tell him to fuck off. After what he did She cut me off. 'You don't know. Just drop it.' But I saw the fear, mixed with something else, like she felt trapped.

The next day, she left the house early, saying she had an errand. I followed her from a distance, heart racing. She walked to the stadium, same place as before. It was midday, sun high, but the courts looked empty. No kids playing, no sounds. She went straight to the changing room building, knocking soft on the door. It opened, and the coach pulled her inside quick. I hid behind some bushes, close enough to peek through a window crack. My stomach twisted.

Inside, the coach stood tall, same big build, wearing a tank top that showed his gut and arms. Two other guys were there, both black like him, around the same age. One was skinny with dreads down his back, tattoos on his neck. The other was stocky, shaved head, gold chain around his neck. They sat on benches, smirking as Emily came in. The door locked behind her. 'Good you came, girl,' the coach said, his voice smooth but eyes hungry. 'Told you we'd celebrate your skills.'

Emily backed up, hands on the wall. 'I don't want this. Let me go.' Her skirt was longer this time, a simple blue one with a t-shirt, like she dressed plain to hide. But the coach stepped close, towering over her. 'Too late. My boys here heard about you. That tight body from tennis. They wanna meet you proper.' The skinny one stood, licking his lips. 'Yeah, coach said you're fresh. Never had a real man till him.' The stocky guy chuckled, adjusting his pants where a bulge grew.

She shook her head, tears starting. 'Please, no. It hurt last time. I'm begging.' But the coach grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. 'You liked it deep down. Got wet for my dick, remember? Now show my friends some love.' He pushed her toward the skinny one, who caught her arms. She struggled, kicking light, but they were all stronger. 'Hold her,' the coach ordered.

The skinny guy pinned her wrists behind her back, his body pressing into hers from behind. She felt his hard cock rub against her ass through the clothes. 'Damn, she squirms good,' he said, breathing hot on her neck. The stocky one came front, hands on her hips. He yanked her t-shirt up, exposing her stomach, then higher to her bra. Emily twisted. 'Stop! Don't touch!' But he ripped the shirt off, buttons popping.

Her bra was plain white, cups holding her small tits. The coach watched, pulling out his phone to record. 'Smile for the camera, slut.' The stocky guy unhooked her bra fast, letting it drop. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and perky. He grabbed one breast, squeezing rough, thumb flicking the tip. Emily gasped, pain shooting. 'Ow! Let go.' But he leaned in, mouth latching on the other nipple, sucking hard while biting the edge.

The skinny one kept her held, his free hand sliding under her skirt. He found her panties, cotton ones, and tugged them aside. His fingers probed her pussy, still sensitive from before. 'She's dry, but tight as fuck.' He pushed one in, feeling her walls clench. Emily cried out, legs buckling. 'No, pull it out!' The coach laughed. 'Work her up, boys. Make that hole drip.'

The stocky guy switched nipples, sucking the other while pinching the first. Saliva wet her skin, making it shine. Down below, the skinny one's finger pumped in and out, adding a second. Her pussy resisted, but after some thrusts, a little moisture came. He grinned. 'Starting to juice. Good girl.' Emily sobbed, body betraying her again. The mix of sucks and fingers built unwanted heat, her clit swelling under his thumb rubs.

They moved her to the bench, bending her over it like last time. Skirt flipped up, panties yanked down to her knees. Her ass cheeks showed, firm and pale. The coach stepped up first. 'I go again. Remind her who's boss.' He dropped his pants, cock springing out, thick and ready. The others held her down, one on each side, arms pinned.

He spat on his hand, stroking his shaft, then aimed at her pussy. 'Spread for me.' With no warning, he thrust in deep. Emily screamed, the stretch burning fresh. 'Ahh! Too soon!' Her walls gripped him tight, still sore. He groaned, holding still a second to feel her pulse. 'Fuck, still virgin-tight.' Then he started pounding, hips slamming her ass.

Wet slaps filled the room as he fucked her hard. His balls smacked her clit each time. The skinny guy reached under, fingers joining to rub her swollen nub. 'Feel that? Getting you off while he rails.' Emily's cries mixed with gasps, body rocking forward. Pain faded to a dull throb, pleasure sparks mixing in. She hated it, but her pussy leaked more, easing his slides.

After minutes, the coach pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. 'Your turn, Dre.' The skinny one, Dre, let go of her arm and stripped his shorts. His dick was longer, thinner, curved up. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. 'Suck it wet for my ass fuck.' But she clamped her mouth shut. He slapped her cheek light. 'Open, or we force it.'

Tears streaming, she parted her lips. He shoved in, hitting her tongue. The taste was musky, different from the coach. He thrust shallow at first, then deeper, making her gag. Spit bubbled out, dripping to the bench. 'Yeah, tongue it good.' He face-fucked her steady, holding her ponytail like reins. The stocky guy, let's call him Mike, waited his shot, stroking his fat cock, shorter but wide.

Dre pulled from her mouth with a pop, strings of saliva connecting. 'Now the pussy.' He positioned behind, rubbing his tip along her soaked lips. One push, and he sank in, the curve hitting new spots inside. Emily moaned against her will, the angle pressing her g-spot. 'Oh god, no...' He fucked quick, hips snapping, hands on her waist pulling her back onto him.

The coach filmed close, zooming on her face twisted in conflict, then her pussy swallowing Dre's cock. Juices coated his shaft, her lips puffing out with each pull. Mike couldn't wait; he knelt in front, lifting her head. 'My turn in that mouth.' His cock was thick, stretching her jaws wide as he pushed in. She choked, but he held her, thrusting slow to match Dre's pace.

Sandwiched, Emily took it from both ends. Dre's long dick plunged deep, making her belly feel full. Mike's girth filled her mouth, cheeks bulging. The coach joined, fingers in her ass, twisting to loosen. 'Prep for round two.' She whimpered around the cock, the intrusion burning. But his digits worked in, scissoring her tight ring.

Dre sped up, grunting. 'Shit, cumming soon.' He slammed hard a few times, then buried, shooting ropes into her pussy. Hot seed filled her, some squirting out as he kept pumping. He slid free, cum dripping down her thighs. Mike pulled from her mouth next. 'Flip her. I want that ass.'

They turned her on her back, legs spread wide. Mike aimed his thick cock at her asshole, still fingered open by the coach. 'Lube it with this.' The coach scooped cum from her pussy and smeared it on her hole. Mike pressed in slow, the width forcing her open wide. Emily arched, screaming. 'It's splitting me! Stop!' But he inched forward, veins dragging her walls.

Once halfway, he thrust the rest, bottoming out. Her ass clenched hard around his base. 'Tightest shit ever.' He started pumping, building speed. Each drive made her tits bounce, nipples hard. Dre climbed on the bench, straddling her chest. He slapped his semi-hard cock on her tits, then pushed between them, tit-fucking while Mike reamed her ass.

The coach took her pussy now, sliding in easy from the cum lube. Double penetrated, Emily's holes stuffed full. 'No, too much! I can't!' But their cocks rubbed through the thin wall, creating intense pressure. She thrashed, but hands held her thighs apart. The coach fucked steady, deep strokes hitting her cervix. Mike matched, his thickness making her ass burn and stretch.

Dre pinched her nipples, twisting while humping her cleavage. Sweat poured off all of them, room thick with grunts and her muffled cries. Her body heated up, pussy clenching on the coach's dick, ass milking Mike's. Unwanted orgasms built—first a small one from the clit rubs earlier, then bigger waves crashing as they pounded.

'She's cumming! Feel that squeeze?' Mike laughed, slamming harder. Emily's vision blurred, body shaking in forced release, juices gushing around the coach. He felt it and lost control, flooding her pussy again with thick spurts. Mike followed, roaring as he unloaded in her ass, cum overflowing.

They kept going a bit, milking every drop, then pulled out. Her holes gaped, red and leaking white streams down her crack. Dre finished by jerking over her face, shooting on her cheeks and lips. 'Lick it clean.' She turned away, but the coach wiped it into her mouth with his thumb.

Panting, they dressed. 'You did good, Emily. Come back anytime for more friends.' The coach unlocked the door. 'Tell no one, or the video goes out.' She curled up, sobbing, body wrecked and sticky. They left her there, laughing as they went.

Then i come back home and after some time she also come back looking tired and she said that she selected in one event and there is 7 day tour.