Step sister fuck by coach in locker room Part 2

My sister is 18 years old. She is a star tennis player. Her name is Emily. She has a hot body from all the training. Long, strong legs that go on forever. A tight ass that sways when she runs. Short brown hair that sticks to her sweaty neck. Bright eyes that shine when she wins a point. Her skin is smooth and tanned from hours on the court. After school in the evening, she heads to tennis practice. She wears a short white skirt that flips up in the wind, showing her firm thighs. A tight top that hugs her perky tits. She is the best on the team, smashing balls with power and grace.

The coach is this dominant older guy in his 40s. He has no hair on his head, which makes him look strong and commanding, like a bull ready to charge. His body is thick and powerful, with a big belly that shows his raw strength. He sweats a lot, making his skin glisten under the lights. He wears loose shorts that bulge when he gets hard, and a shirt that clings to his broad chest. His eyes lock on Emily during practice, hungry and intense. He moves with a heavy, confident stride, like he owns the whole court. His voice is deep and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

He called it extra practice. She had no choice,he was in charge. I hid by the corner window of the clubhouse, peeking out. Everyone had packed up and gone home. Emily was picking up stray balls, her skirt riding up a bit. The coach walked up behind her, He grabbed her waist with his thick hands, pulling her back against his sweaty body. Emily gasped and twisted. 'Coach, what not again But he cut her off by shoving her down onto the grass edge of the court.

He dropped his knees on her arms, pinning her flat. His weight crushed her chest, making her breathe short. She kicked her legs wild, sneakers scraping the dirt, but he was too strong. His powerful thighs held her in place. With one rough yank, he flipped her skirt up over her hips. Her white panties hugged her tight pussy mound. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tore them down her legs, exposing her smooth, shaved slit. It was pink and untouched, lips closed tight. Emily screamed, 'No, coach! Stop this!' you told me you never do this again.

The coach unzipped his shorts slow, teasing the moment. His fat cock sprang free, thick as her wrist, veins bulging along the shaft. The head was swollen purple, already leaking clear pre-cum that dripped onto her thigh. It throbbed with need, hard and ready to claim her. He gripped her knees and forced her legs apart wide, her pussy opening slightly in the cool air. Emily bucked her hips, trying to close them, but he slapped her inner thigh hard, leaving a red mark. 'Stay open for me, girl,' he growled, his voice low and commanding.

He lined up his cock head against her dry entrance. She wasn't ready, no wetness to ease the way. With a grunt, he thrust forward, forcing the thick tip past her lips. Emily cried out in pain, her body tensing as he stretched her tight walls. Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, his shaft disappearing into her unwilling pussy. It burned for her, the friction raw and brutal. He didn't pause; he slammed the rest in until his heavy balls rested against her ass. Fully buried, he paused for a second, feeling her clench around him in protest.

Then he started fucking her hard. His hips pistoned back and forth, pulling out almost all the way before ramming back in. Each thrust made his belly slap against her flat stomach, wet smacks echoing. His balls swung and hit her perineum with every drive. Emily's tits heaved under her top, nipples hardening from the rough motion despite her tears. She sobbed, face twisted in agony, but her body jolted with each powerful pound. The coach's sweat dripped onto her skin, mixing with her own fear-sweat. He grabbed her top and ripped it open, exposing her small, firm tits. No bra, just the tape from practice. He pinched her nipples between his rough fingers, twisting them until she yelped.

He fucked her like that for what felt like forever—maybe fifteen minutes on the open court. The breeze cooled their heated bodies, but he didn't slow. His cock throbbed inside her, growing even harder as he neared the edge. She whimpered, 'Please... it hurts... pull out...' But he just laughed deep in his throat and sped up. His thrusts turned erratic, hips slamming faster. With a roar, he buried himself deep and came. Hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy, rope after thick rope painting her insides white. He ground against her, milking every drop, his cock pulsing.

Finally, he pulled out with a slick pop. Cum oozed from her stretched hole, trickling down to her ass crack and soaking the grass. Emily curled into a ball, shaking and crying, her legs still spread wide from the force. The coach stood over her, his cock softening but still dripping. He zipped up casual, like nothing happened. 'That's your extra practice. Be ready tomorrow.' He walked off, his thick ass flexing in his shorts. Emily lay there a long time, then slowly pulled up her panties, the fabric sticking to the mess. She fixed her skirt and top, limping away. I watched from my hiding spot, breath heavy, a strange heat building in my pants.

The next evening, it was the same routine. Practice ended, team left. Coach called Emily for extra work. She hesitated, eyes darting scared, but followed him inside to the changing room. I snuck to a peephole near the corner window, heart pounding. The room was dim, lockers lining the walls, benches in the middle. He locked the door with a click that sealed her fate.

Inside, he backed her against the cold metal lockers. The clang rang out as her body hit. Emily begged, 'Coach, please not again. I can't...' Her voice broke. He smirked, his bald head shining under the light, making him look even more dominant. His breath was hot on her face, smelling of sweat and power. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. Then he leaned in, lips rough on her skin, sucking and biting marks into her throat. She whimpered, hands pushing at his chest, but it was like pushing a wall.

He stripped her quick and brutal. Skirt yanked off, thrown aside. Panties ripped down, leaving red lines on her hips. Her ass cheeks jiggled free, round and toned from squats. He spun her around, face pressed to the locker. Bent her at the waist, her tits squishing against the cool metal. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs. His thick fingers dove between her thighs, probing her pussy lips. 'Still so fucking tight for me,' he murmured, voice husky. Two fingers pushed inside, stretching her roughly. Emily cried out, gripping the locker edges.

He dropped his shorts, his cock springing out again—thick, veined, the head angry red and slick. Pre-cum beaded at the slit. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other guiding his shaft. Without warning, he rammed forward, burying his full length in her pussy in one go. She was a bit wetter this time from the fear, but it still hurt. Her walls gripped him tight as he bottomed out, balls slapping her clit. He started pounding immediately, hips crashing into her ass. Slap after loud slap filled the room. Her body rocked forward with each thrust, tits scraping the locker.

The coach reached around, his fat fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it hard, circles rough and fast. Emily hated it, but her body betrayed her with a shiver. He pulled her hair like a leash, arching her back more. 'Take my cock, you little tennis slut,' he growled, his voice dripping sex. Sweat poured down his powerful back, dripping onto her. He fucked her doggy style deep and steady, his belly rubbing her lower back. Fifteen minutes of relentless pounding, her pussy squelching now from the mix of her juices and his pre-cum.

He sped up, grunts turning animalistic. His cock swelled inside her. With a deep bellow, he came hard, pumping thick loads of cum into her depths. It overflowed, dripping down her thighs as he kept thrusting through it. But he wasn't finished. He pulled out, cock still semi-hard and messy. Spun her around and forced her to her knees on the gritty floor. 'Suck it clean,' he ordered, slapping her cheek lightly to make her open up.

Emily shook her head, tears streaming, but he grabbed her jaw and shoved in. His cock filled her mouth, tasting of cum and her own tang. She gagged as he pushed to the back of her throat, balls pressing her chin. He face-fucked her slow at first, then faster, holding her head steady. Drool spilled from her lips, mixing with tears. Her hands braced on his thick thighs. He thrust deep, making her choke and cough. After minutes of abuse, he groaned and came again, shooting salty cum straight down her throat. He held her there until she swallowed, gasping when he pulled out.

Cum smeared her lips. He wiped his cock on her cheek, marking her. Then he dressed and left, door clicking shut. Emily knelt there, naked and trembling, pussy and mouth sore. She wiped her face, dressed shaky, and stumbled out. I saw every thrust, every cry, my own cock throbbing in my pants.

This turned into their daily ritual. Every evening, after the team cleared out, coach claimed Emily in different spots. She tried to avoid it once, feigning sick, but he called home, guilting her with talk of team duty. She had to show. I watched from my corner spots—window for court, peephole for changing room, vent for shower. It fueled a dark fire in me.

One day, he took her to the shower room right after a sweaty practice. The air was steamy already from earlier uses. He locked the door, his eyes dark with lust. 'Time to wash up my dirty girl,' he said, voice smooth and commanding. Emily backed into the tiled wall, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her under a shower head. He twisted the knob, hot water cascading over them both.

The spray soaked her clothes instant, white top turning see-through, outlining her hard nipples. He peeled the shirt off slow, savoring her wet skin. Skirt next, sliding down her legs. Naked now, her body glistened, water tracing her curves. He soaped his big hands, lathering her tits first—squeezing the firm mounds, thumbs flicking nipples until they peaked. Down her belly, then between her legs. His fingers slipped into her pussy, soapy and invading, pumping in and out. Emily pushed at him, 'Coach, no... please...' But the soap made everything slick; she slipped and fell to her knees.

He pinned her shoulders to the wet tile, water pounding their heads. Lifted her right leg over his hip. His cock was out, rock hard, water streaming down the shaft. He teased her slit with the head, rubbing up and down. Then thrust in deep, filling her pussy with one powerful stroke. She cried out, back arching against the wall. He fucked her standing, hips snapping forward. Each plunge sent water splashing. Her tits bounced with the rhythm, nipples grazing his chest hair.

He sucked on her neck, biting down to leave bruises. Minutes ticked by, his pace building. He spun her around, bending her over, hands on the slippery tiles. Ass up, pussy dripping water and arousal. He slammed back in, fucking harder. But then he pulled out, aimed higher. His cock head pressed against her tight asshole. Emily screamed, 'Not there! It hurts too much!' He spat on it for lube, then forced the tip in. Her virgin ass resisted, but his strength won. Inch by burning inch, he buried himself, her ring stretching wide around his girth.

Once fully in, he started pumping her ass slow, then faster. The slap of skin mixed with water patter. His balls swung, hitting her pussy lips. Emily sobbed, body shaking, but he reached under to rub her clit, forcing unwanted sparks. He fucked her ass raw for ten long minutes, the friction intense. Then he switched holes, pulling out and shoving into her pussy without pause. Alternating now—ass, pussy, ass—stretching both. His grunts echoed off tiles.

First, he came in her ass, hot cum filling her bowels, leaking out with the water. Pulled out, then rammed her pussy, coming again quick, flooding her womb. Emily collapsed to the floor, legs quivering, cum and water pooling around her. He rinsed her off roughly, soaping her holes one last time. 'Clean and ready for tomorrow.' He left her shivering under the spray. She curled up.

Days blurred into more violations. On the court under stars one night, he made her kneel by the net. Forced her mouth open wide. His cock slid in, thick and demanding. He throat-fucked her deep, hands on her head, pushing until her nose buried in his belly hair. She gagged, puking a little saliva, but he kept going. Tears streamed as he used her mouth like a pussy. Pulled out, bent her over the bench. Fucked her pussy first, long and deep, then switched to ass, alternating until both were gaping.

Cum shot on her face after, thick white streaks across her cheeks and lips. He made her walk home like that, the setting sun drying it sticky. In the changing room another time, he tied her wrists with a towel, hooking them high on a locker. Her body dangled, tits thrust out. He whipped her ass light with his belt, welts rising red. Then fucked her swinging form, cock impaling her pussy as she spun. Deep throat next, cum down her gullet.

Shower became his playground. Slippery bodies sliding. He oiled her with soap, fucking missionary on the floor—her legs over his broad shoulders, pussy folded deep. Doggy with ass high, his belly slapping her back. Even forced her to ride him, hands on his chest, bouncing on his cock while crying. Her tits jiggled, pussy gripping unwilling.

One brutal evening, practice ran late. Court first, open and exposed. He pushed her onto the clay, tying her sneakers to net posts with ropes. Legs splayed wide, pussy on full display, lips parted in the air. He knelt between, tongue diving in rough—lapping her folds, teeth nipping her clit. Emily squirmed, tied tight. Then his cock replaced the tongue, sliding in slow to tease, then pounding fast. Her body jerked with each hit. He wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, eyes wide.

Came inside deep, pulling out to watch cum bubble from her hole. Untied, he dragged her to changing room. Bent over bench, ass up high. Fucked her asshole dry—no prep, just force. She screamed as his thick head popped in, tearing slight. Blood mixed with his thrusts, but he pounded on, spanking her cheeks until they burned red. Pulled out, shoved the messy cock in her mouth. 'Lick your ass off it,' he commanded. She did, gagging on the taste.

To shower last. Lifted her up, legs wrapping his waist forced. Impaled her on his cock, bouncing her under the water. Pussy stretched around him, walls milking from exhaustion. He bit her shoulder hard, drawing a mark. Came third time, cum pouring down inside her as he held her tight.

Emily dropped like a used toy, body limp. He dressed her careless, skirt crooked, top stained. 'Same time tomorrow.' She nodded numb, walking home broken. I watched it all, every penetration, every load.

Cum leaked from pussy down the door. Then ass on the bench she reverse cowgirl forced, bouncing on his lap. Cheeks spread wide, his fingers in her pussy while cock ravaged ass. To court after rain stopped. Muddy clay. Laid her in a puddle, fucking in the dirt. Cock sliding in pussy, mud caking their join. Slippery chaos, her cries lost in drips. Came on her belly, rubbing it into her skin like lotion.

Because of recordings she obeyed everything he said ,The routine kept going for months Every evening after practice, the coach took Emily hard. His thick body pinned her down in the open court, the changing room, or the steamy shower. He fucked her pussy raw, stretched her ass wide, and filled her mouth with his cum. She fought less each time, her body sore and marked with his grips and bites. But her eyes still held that spark of fear. I watched from my hiding spots, my cock hard every time, stroking myself to the sight of her getting used.

One Friday night, things changed. Practice ended late under the floodlights. The team packed up fast, laughing about the weekend. Emily lingered, wiping sweat from her brow, her short skirt clinging to her thighs. The coach walked over, his bald head gleaming, his big belly pushing against his shirt. He looked even more powerful that night, like a king ready to claim his prize. But he didn't grab her right away. Instead, he leaned in close, his rough hand on her shoulder. 'Got a special team-building exercise tonight, girl. Follow me.' His voice was low and full of promise, making her freeze.

She glanced around, but the court was empty. No one else in sight. I ducked behind the clubhouse wall, peeking through a crack. My heart pounded—what was this? The coach led her to the changing room door, but before going in, he whistled sharp. From the shadows near the parking lot, three men stepped out. They were his buddies, all older like him, built strong from years of whatever rough life they led. One was tall and lean, with a shaved head and tattoos snaking up his arms—let's call him the ink guy. Another was short and stocky, hairy chest bursting from his unbuttoned shirt—the bear. The third had a beard, muscles bulging under his tight tee, eyes hungry like wolves—the brute.

Emily's face went pale. She backed up a step. 'Coach, who... what is this?' Her voice shook. He grabbed her arm tight, pulling her forward. 'These are my old training partners. They heard about your skills. Time to show them what a star you are.' The men grinned, circling her like predators. The ink guy licked his lips, the bear cracked his knuckles, the brute adjusted his crotch where a bulge already grew. The coach unlocked the changing room, shoving her inside first. The door slammed shut, but I found my peephole quick, breath coming fast.

Inside, the lights buzzed dim. Lockers lined up cold and metal. The coach pushed Emily to the center bench. 'Strip her,' he ordered, his tone commanding and hot. The men moved in. The ink guy grabbed her top, yanking it over her head rough. Her perky tits bounced free, nipples stiff from the chill. The bear hooked fingers in her skirt, ripping it down with her panties in one pull. She stood naked now, legs shaking, hands covering her pussy. The brute laughed deep, slapping her ass hard—crack echoing. Red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.

Emily spun, trying to run, but the coach blocked the door, his thick frame like a wall. 'No running, slut. You're ours tonight.' He unzipped his shorts, his fat cock flopping out heavy and veined, already half-hard. The others followed suit. Ink guy's dick was long and thin, curved up like a hook, tip pierced with a metal barbell. Bear's was short but thick as a beer can, foreskin pulled back to show a fat purple head. Brute's was massive, uncut, swinging like a club between his legs, balls hanging low and full.

They forced her onto the bench on her back. Legs pulled wide, ankles held by ink guy and bear. Her pussy lips parted, pink and exposed. The coach knelt first between her thighs. He spat on her slit, rubbing it in with his thumb. 'Look how tight she stays,' he said to his friends, voice thick with lust. Then he thrust in—no warning, just his cock slamming deep. Emily screamed, back arching off the wood. Her walls clenched around his girth, but he pounded right away, hips slapping her ass loud.

The brute grabbed her tits, squeezing the firm mounds hard, thumbs rolling her nipples until they hurt. Ink guy shoved his pierced cock at her face. 'Open up, tennis bitch.' She turned her head, lips tight, but bear pinched her nose shut. She gasped, and ink guy rammed in, the piercing scraping her tongue. He fucked her mouth shallow at first, then deeper, balls tapping her chin. Drool leaked from her corners, mixing with tears.

Coach fucked her pussy steady, pulling out to the tip then burying full. His belly rubbed her clit with each drive, forcing sparks she didn't want. Five minutes in, he growled and came, hot jets filling her cunt. Cum squished out around his shaft as he kept thrusting. Pulled out slick, white ropes dripping to the bench. 'Next,' he said, stepping aside.

Bear took his place quick. His thick cock head pressed her entrance, stretching wide. Emily whimpered around ink guy's dick, but bear shoved in brutal. Halfway stuck, he grunted and forced the rest, her pussy lips bulging around him. He hammered short and fast, his hairy gut pressing her thighs. The bench creaked under the force. Brute switched to her tits, sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. Ink guy sped up in her mouth, the piercing hitting her throat, making her gag wet.

Bear lasted longer, sweat pouring down his back. He slapped her thighs red, grunting like an animal. Emily's body jolted, pussy leaking now from the abuse. He roared and unloaded, cum pumping thick into her, overflowing fast. Pulled out with a pop, her hole gaping a bit, cream bubbling out.

Brute flipped her over rough, ass up on the bench. Her face pressed to the wood, ink guy's cock still in her mouth from the side. Brute spat on her asshole, fingering it rough—one, then two digits twisting in. 'Virgin ass? Nah, coach broke it in.' He lined up his massive cock, head bigger than her ring. Pushed slow, but firm—the tip popped in, Emily screaming muffled around the piercing. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, her ass cheeks spreading wide. Fully buried, balls on her pussy, he paused, then started pumping.

Slow at first, letting her feel every vein. Then faster, his hips crashing into her toned cheeks—slap, slap, slap. The coach watched, stroking his softening dick back to life. 'Fuck that tight hole good.' Ink guy pulled out of her mouth, letting her breathe, but bear took over, shoving his spent cock in next. Tasted of cum and her pussy. She sucked unwilling, tongue forced to clean.

Brute fucked her ass deep, reaching under to finger her cum-filled pussy. Three fingers now, stirring the loads inside. Emily sobbed, body shaking, but her hips bucked from the overload. Ten minutes of ass-pounding, his grunts filling the room. He came with a bellow, flooding her bowels hot and deep. Cum leaked out when he withdrew, her asshole winking open, pink and wrecked.

They weren't done. Coach dragged her to the floor, on all fours. 'Rotate.' Ink guy went behind, sliding his long cock into her pussy easy now, slick with mixed cum. The curve hit her g-spot hard, making her gasp despite herself. He thrust long and deep, piercing dragging her walls. Bear knelt in front, fucking her mouth again, his thickness stretching her jaws.

Brute and coach stood aside, cocks hardening watching. Brute grabbed her hand, wrapping it around his shaft—made her jerk him off rough. Coach did the same with the other hand. Emily's body rocked between them, ink guy's hips snapping fast. He came quick in her pussy, adding his load, thin spurts mixing with the rest. Pulled out, cum trailing from her slit.

Bear moved to her ass next, his thick dick forcing into the loose hole. Stretched her wider, pain flashing on her face. He pounded short, balls slapping her clit. Ink guy took her mouth, pierced cock thrusting deep. She choked, saliva dripping to her tits. Brute and coach kept her hands busy, pre-cum slicking her palms.

Bear grunted and filled her ass, cum joining brute's. Overflowed down her crack. Then brute took pussy, his massive size making her cry out. Fucked her missionary on the floor now, legs over his shoulders, folding her deep. Coach straddled her chest, cock between her tits—titty-fucked her while brute hammered below. Ink guy and bear jerked off over her face, waiting.

Brute's thrusts shook her whole body, pussy squelching loud. He came hard, pumping her full again, belly swelling slight from the volume. Rolled off, and coach slid into the messy pussy, fucking the cocktail of cum. 'All ours now.' He thrust wild, cumming fast, adding his second load.

They stood her up shaky, leaning on lockers. Ink guy and bear double-teamed her holes—ink in pussy, bear in ass. Standing sandwich, her body impaled front and back. Brute shoved in her mouth, three cocks filling her at once. They rocked her like a doll, grunts and slaps mixing. Sweat poured, bodies sliding slick.

First ink guy came in pussy, then bear in ass, cum leaking down legs. Brute pulled from mouth, shooting ropes on her face—thick white across eyes, nose, lips. Coach jerked last, adding to her tits, cum dripping down her stomach.

But the night dragged on. They moved to the shower room next door, door unlocked. Steam filled quick as water ran hot. Soapy hands everywhere—lathering her tits, ass, pussy. Coach bent her over under the spray, fucking her pussy while ink guy took ass. Double penetration again, cocks rubbing through thin walls. She screamed, water drowning it. Bear face-fucked her hanging head, brute soaped her back, fingers probing.

Switched positions: bear in pussy, brute in ass—stretching her limits. Ink guy titty-fucked under the water, coach in mouth. They came in waves—pussy, ass, mouth, tits coated. Rinsed her rough, but cum kept coming. On the shower floor, they laid her flat. All four surrounded, cocks aimed at her body. Jerked off together, shooting load after load—face, tits, belly, pussy drenched white.

Hours passed. Back to changing room, exhausted but hard again. Tied her wrists to a locker hook, body dangling. Took turns whipping her ass light with belts welts rising. Then fucked her swinging: pussy, ass, mouth in rotation. Each man came once more inside, leaving her holes overflowing.

Finally, near midnight, they dressed her messy cum-stained clothes sticking. Coach slapped her ass. 'Good team building. See you Monday.' The men laughed, filing out. Emily slumped against the locker, body trembling, cum leaking everywhere. She cleaned slow in the shower after, but the marks stayed—bruises, bites, stretched holes.

I watched it all from vents and cracks, stroking to every thrust, every cry. My own cum on the ground twice. The coach brought friends, turned her into their shared fucktoy. Now the secret grew bigger, darker. Monday would come, and who knows what next. Her star body broken more, but the thrill burned hotter.

On Monday, they were bothering her again at the court, and i overheard them making plans for a trip together. Things were getting worse, and she felt completely helpless

When all people leaved , coach with his friends sitting at corner and making her strip then seven bikers rode into the sports ground. At first, I thought they were playing football nearby and joking loudly. When they noticed what was happening on the tennis court, they were shocked. For a moment, I feared they would join the coach and his group, but instead something completely unexpected happened.

The bikers rushed over to help my sister. They stepped in between her and the bastards, grabbed the coach’s phone, deleted the recordings, and stood up for her without hesitation. They defended her and even beat the coach and some of his friends badly enough to make sure they would never dare trouble her again.

Before leaving, the bikers gave my sister their phone numbers. They told her that if anyone ever bothered her again, she should call them they were always ready to help.

For the first time in a long while, my sister felt safe. And that unexpected act of kindness turned a terrible day into a happy ending.

After some days she Fully recovered and joined different tennis court .