Coach's Special Friend

A lonely teen girl is manipulated by her PE coach who sexually assaults her in his car then blackmails her with videos and pictures to be his "special friend."

I was a block away from campus when I heard the bell ring. My backpack slammed against my spine while I ran knowing that I was late on my first day at my new school. The sound of my sneakers skidding on the waxed floor echoed through the empty hallway as I finally reached the entrance to the girl's locker room where a huge, black, middle-aged man, who looked to be in his late fifties, stood there waiting.

"Running a little late I see?" His voice was deep and firm, similar to a military drill instructor, which made me immediately straighten up. Coach Williams was a very intimidating man as his body was built like a football lineman who was long past his playing days. Tall, overweight, with a beer belly gut, and muscular arms that were larger than my thighs. His presence made me feel even smaller than I already did.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered as my eyes drifted down to the ground. "I'm new. My mom and I just moved here a few weeks ago. I don't really know my way around just yet which is why I am late."

At seventeen, I was innocent and pure. My mom had successfully shielded me from what she called the "very evil and dirty things" of the world. While my body was going through puberty, my mind was still a child. Even to this day, I had no interest in exploring myself and no curiosity about sex or masturbation like others my age. While girls were boy crazy, dating, and hooking up, that was not what I was into. My world consisted of fashion, shopping, and binge watching my favorite reality dating shows on Netflix.

Physically, I was a contradiction. Usually when one sees, a short awkward Asian teen girl with long black hair, soft milky skin, and a cute bubbly face, they don't expect to see curves. But my body told a different story. The short brown skirt that ended just below my plump peach-shaped butt, paired with a tight white deep V-neck crop top shirt that hugged my huge chest which revealed more cleavage than I wanted, did nothing to hide my developing body and mature feminine figure. Also, my mom was into a hippie lifestyle back in the day and I'd adopted her free-spirited approach to life, including her disdain to wear underwear. I'd never really worn any and today was no exception.

I was aware of how my appearance drew constant unwanted attention. Boys my age would stare as their eyes wandered throughout my body and landed on either my chest or my butt. But, It wasn't just boys. There were also men, like really old men, looking at me that truly made my skin crawl. It was a different kind of stare, like they were undressing me with their eyes, which made me feel so uncomfortable. To put it simply, I felt like a piece of meat on display everywhere I go.

Coach Williams looked me over as his head tilted from side to side and a smile spread slowly across his face. "New, huh? Alright, kid. Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you slide today. Get inside, pick a locker, and go change into your PE clothes."

From that day forward, he became a fixture of my mornings. He was always waiting by the locker room entrance, leaning against the door frame, and ready to greet me with a playful jab about being on time. "Trying to set a new record, kid?" he'd ask with a smirk.

Our conversations quickly evolved beyond simple greetings. I noticed he had a sharp sense of style, always color coordinating his gym wear and sneakers. We both shared a love for fashion as we walked to the track. These chats became a comfortable bridge to more personal topics. I learned he has been married for over thirty years to a woman he met in college. They also never had kids and his ultimate passion was football. These small, seemingly harmless chats, made me break out of my shell as my awkwardness melted away. I found myself looking forward to our morning chats.

I still hadn't made any friends my age. The girls either saw me as competition or actively avoided me while their whispers of false rumors about me being a slut and a whore were following me down the hallways. The boys were no better. They seemed to love those rumors as they shouted degrading and objectifying statements at me. "Let us suck on your titties," one boy said while another followed up with, "I bet she loves swallowing cum."

I was a loner and Coach Williams became my go to for social interaction. He was the only person that I had conversations with on campus and who seemed to look past my appearance. He actually wanted to get to know me as a person where he gave me a sense of belonging.

About a month into the school year, our connection deepened. He started driving me home. I was always excited for the final bell to ring where I headed straight to the staff parking lot. There, his black Cadillac Escalade would be gleaming under the afternoon sun. I would then slide into the passenger seat and leave all of my school drama behind. During one of these rides, Coach Williams had smiled at me and said, "You know Lily, you can call me Terry." It was a small gesture, but it felt monumental. He wasn't just my coach anymore, he was Terry, my friend.

Our friendship began to shift a couple of months into the school year. The first signs were unexpected forceful slaps on my ass as I entered the locker room where he imitated how football players patted each other during games. Hugs became traps. His hands would clamp onto my butt cheeks over what I wore, holding on longer than he should. He grew more invasive as his hands found excuses to brush my chest making it look like they were accidents.

The worst was the most recent car ride home. I was wearing a very short skirt and he had started massaging my thighs as his fingers crept higher until they brushed so close to my pussy that I flinched while my entire body tensed up. As he pulled up to the curb, stopping in front of my house, he leaned in next to my ear and whispered, "Do you know how to thank me for all these rides, Lily? Give me a kiss," as he pointed to his cheek.

Before I got out of that car that day, I took a deep breath, leaned in, and pressed my lips to his cheek, feeling his stubble and the heat of his skin. I hated myself for not saying no and I knew deep down that everything that he did during that car ride was wrong. My mind screamed at me to push him away, but he was my only friend and the only person who seemed to care about me at school.

Then came the day he didn't immediately drive me home after school. Instead of turning towards my neighborhood, he steered his Escalade the opposite way, down a road lined with abandoned warehouses.

"Where are we?" I asked with a knot in my stomach.

"Just taking a little detour, baby," he said with an assertive tone. I was confused as to why he just called me baby. He has never called me that before.

He pulled the Escalade behind a crumbling building and turned off the engine. The sudden silence was deafening. "You know, Lily," he said, turning to me with an intense look on his face. "The very first day I met you as you ran up to me and I saw your big titties bouncing in your top, I got so fucking hard."

A chill ran down my spine. "What are you talking about Terry?"

"Take your clothes off now," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated. My mind was screaming at me to get out of the car and run, but my body was frozen. I was in shock with what Terry had asked me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't say it because nothing was coming out of my mouth with how frightened I was at that moment. He then grabbed the tube top that I wore and pulled it towards him where he proceeded to slap me hard across my face with an evil look in his eyes. "What the fuck are you waiting for bitch, take off your fucking clothes!"

My hands trembled as I pulled my top over my head exposing my boobs. My hands fumbled with the button on my jeans while he started to pinch my left nipple. Soon I was naked sitting in the passenger seat while I had goosebumps all over my skin. I've never been naked in front of anyone before and as he continued to molest my breast, he started to scan my body with a grin.

I looked down at the slit of my smooth cunt as he pulled out his phone and started recording. "Damn, look at that pretty pussy and these big ass tits" he chuckled as he zoomed in. "You were built for making dicks hard." He then zoomed out as he demanded, "Now turn around and shake that fat ass for me."

I felt so humiliated, but I obeyed because of a mixture of fear and a desperate need to please the only person who had befriended me. I started twerking, making my ass cheeks clap as it shook wildly. He recorded it all as his breathing grew heavier.

He directed me like a doll. "Bend over. Stick it out. Wider. Let me see your holes. Spread your legs. Turn around. Suck your tits. Put a finger in your pussy." He clicked picture after picture, the phone's flash continually covering the entirety of my body.

Then he tossed the phone onto the dashboard as I continued masturbating in front of him. His hand forcefully shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down as I leaned over the center console. His other hand worked at his zipper and his thick, eight-inch cock sprang free, which was already hard. "Lily, open your mouth," he grunted.

I didn't want to, but I continued to be submissive, not wanting to be slapped again. He forced himself inside my tiny mouth, stretching my lips wide. He was brutal when he face fucked me, his hips bucking as he forced his shaft deeper down my throat, making me gag. Tears streamed down my face as my nose was buried in his pubic hairs while I took the entirety of his meat. "Choke on it, you little slut," he snarled. "This is what you are good for."

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out. A string of saliva connected my lips to his tip. He leaned over me, as his big belly pushed my head down on top of his hard cock, and reached into the glove compartment to pull out a bottle of lube. He gave the bottle a couple squeezes into his hand and rubbed it all over the opening of my asshole. He pushed his large thick fingers into my hole, one, then another, coating my anal canal and stretching me open.

I was terrified as I begged, "Terry, please stop. It fucking hurts really bad." I whimpered in pain every time his fingers were pushed inside me.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled as he took his fingers out and grabbed the front of my throat, pulling me up so we were face to face. His other hand started molesting my body again, pinching my nipples, caressing my flat stomach, and groping my ass cheeks.

He then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. I had masturbated for the first time, sucked a cock for the first time, and now Terry gave me my first kiss. His tongue separated my lips and forced itself deep in my mouth as we tongue wrestled and made out. His spit was mixed with mine and I felt such a rush. I couldn't believe I was starting to actually enjoy what we were doing.

He physically flipped me around where I was on all fours over the center console but now my ass was where my head used to be and I was looking out the passenger side window. I could feel him lining his massive cock up to my asshole and, without any warning, slammed into me balls deep.

I screamed in so much pain where it felt like I was being torn in two. "Stop! Please, stop!" I pleaded, my hands gripping hold of the seat for dear life.

He just laughed while saying, "Take it, you little whore! Take every fucking inch! This is what you get for teasing me with those tits and ass of yours every single day!" He was relentless. Pounding into me with a powerful rhythm. Each thrust driving the air from my lungs. He was enjoying my pain, enjoying molesting my body, enjoying the brutal way his huge cock was destroying my tight asshole.

His hand came down hard on my ass, the loud slap of skin meeting skin echoed in his Escalade. "You're hole feels so fucking good! Squeezing on my dick like you don't want to let it go. I knew you'd be a good fuck."

He spanked me again, and again, and again, sending a shockwave through my body. He loved watching my ass clap everytime he pistoned in and out of me, a sight that seemed to make his cock even harder. He kneaded and slapped my ass cheeks until they were glowing red and warm to the touch.

After a while of being brutally ass raped, the pain I felt began to lessen. As he grabbed my hair and pulled it back towards him, where my face was looking up at the ceiling, I noticed an overwhelming sensation where I started to feel good. A moan escaped my lips. A sound of pleasure that shocked me as much as it did him.

He noticed immediately as he started to play with my pussy with his fingers. "Yeah, that's it," he grunted as he fucked my ass rougher and faster. "I knew you'd love it. I knew you were a little bitch who loves to take dick. Your pussy is getting really wet too."

He drove into me harder where his ball sac slapped against my cunt as he continued to talk dirty and degrade me with his words. "You're mine. You'll be my girl whenever I need a hole to nut in."

Finally, with a loud roar, he buried himself deep in me and came, flooding my ass with his warm load. I could feel it filling me up. The sensation of him deep inside me with his throbbing cock was too much for me to handle. I started to moan loudly as I orgasmed. I sprayed my own juices all over the center console. This experience was all too new to me. I was scared at first but I started to enjoy it where by the end I wanted more.

Terry then said, "God, you're so hot." As he pulled his cock from my bruised gaping hole, I felt a rush of his cum streaming down my leg. "For being such a good fuck, this is what you earned." He scooped up his thick white seed leaking from my hole and feed it to me. It tasted so bitter, but I couldn't get enough of it. I begged for him to feed me more which he gladly did.

He then grabbed his phone from the dashboard as he said, "Stay just like that." I heard the click of his camera phone. A final picture of me looking back, on all fours, my ass in the air, and his cum leaking from my used hole.

"Look at you. What a dirty fucking slut," he sneered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "A perfect little filthy whore, just like I knew you'd be. You're fucking beautiful like this, Lily." He grabbed my hair, yanking my head up. "Now get over here and clean me off." His cock, slick with cum and lube, was right in front of my face. I hesitated for a second as he slapped my ass. "Now, bitch!" He grabbed the back of my head and forced me down, not letting me up. I opened my mouth and took his softening cock, tasting the bitterness of his seed. I licked and sucked him clean as he started the car and pulled onto the road.

He kept a firm grip on the back of my head, using my mouth to jack himself off to get him hard again as he drove. "That's it, keep my cock warm while I drive you home." He was rough, his thickening member was stretching my jaw, forcing my head up and down where his cockhead continued to hit the back of my throat.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good." We were a block from my house as he continued to moan. He then lifted himself up off the seat and said, "Get ready for your dessert." He grunted as he held my head down, his cock stuffed deep in my throat, and he came again. He exploded, shooting a second load in my mouth. The consistency was more watery and it tasted more bitter and saltier than the first, but I swallowed it all. When he finally let go of my head, I was gasping for air with strings of cum and saliva dripping from my chin. I was a naked mess while he had on majority of his clothes, with his pants lowered to his knees, and his cock out glistening with my saliva.

As he parked in front of my house, he threw my clothes at me, hitting my tits. "Get dressed," he ordered, his voice all business again. As I fumbled with my clothes and while he zipped up, he described our new relationship, "You're going to be my very special friend now, Lily. And special friends help each other out. Anytime I feel like using one of your holes, you're going to be ready and you're going to let me. That's what special friends do. I'm going to teach you all you need to know on how to be a really good special friend."

He leaned in closer, his voice low in a menacing whisper. "And if you tell anyone about this or if you even think about saying no to me, I'll make sure every single person at school sees these videos and pictures. I'll show them what a dirty filthy slut you are and how much you love taking black cock and having cum shoot up your ass. Understood?" I submissively nodded my head slowly while my body ached.

He then tossed a black plastic bag at me. "This is for tomorrow," he said with a smile. Inside the bag was a tiny 2-piece black bikini, that looked a couple sizes too small and a pair of black stripper heels. "There's a note in there for you. Follow it. You got that? Now get the fuck out!"

As I walked through the front door of my home, my mind was a complete mess. My body felt used. As much as it hurt, as much as I hated Terry for what he did, I couldn't deny the truth that I loved every second of it. I loved making out with him, I loved sucking his cock, I loved getting my ass fucked by him, and I loved swallowing his cum. The thoughts in my head terrified me. I didn't want the rumors of me being a slut to be true. I wanted to make friends my own age and be a typical teen girl doing typical teen girl things. If people at school saw the videos and pictures that Terry took of me then the high school life that I wanted would definitely be over.