Volunteer Coach Gets Trapped

Note : This story is completely fictional!

When I moved to northern Arizona, I volunteered to help coach the girl’s volleyball team. I helped the coach and worked with girls from junior high up through high school. This is a story of Jamie who was an 8th grader when I first began my volunteering.

My name is Trevor Dantley and I’m 38 years old. I am a very well respected massage therapist that also works at the local hospital. Everyone in this small town knows me. Jamie was a beautiful blonde young girl. She had a huge crush on me and always asked me to show her how to do things. The coach, Ms. Waters, asked me to rub cramps out of any of the girl’s back or legs after she ran the girls at the end of practices. Jamie always got a cramp. The massaging would always take place on the sidelines and in the open. After several of these sessions, Jamie asked me if she could get a massage at my studio. I told her that I couldn’t massage her unless it was at her home and her mother was there. I heard nothing more from Jamie about this until 3 years later. Jamie was now 17 and a junior. At the end of practice one day, she said that she had asked her mom if she could get a massage and she had agreed. So we set up an appointment for that night as her mom, an Emergency RN at the local hospital, would be at home. When I arrived, I saw her mom’s car pulling out of the driveway. Jamie ran out to tell me that her mom just got called in to work but said it was OK for me to give her a massage. I told her I couldn’t do that as I could lose my license if anyone found out that I had massaged a minor without his or her parent present. I said this, as I knew that Jamie had fantasies about me. Jamie begged with sad eyes and pouty lips, saying that her legs and lower back were really, really sore and might not be able to play in tomorrow’s game. She said the cramps had kept her up all last night.

With great reluctance, I finally agreed. But, I knew that it would be very difficult for me. Jamie was now about 5’6”, weighed about 120 lbs and had an immaculate full and curvy ass and very well developed breasts. I wasn’t sure of the size of her breasts as her sports bra squashed them flat against her body, but I could tell they were at least C-size. After getting the table set up, I told Jamie to lie on her stomach on the table, cover herself with the sheet and I would come back after washing my hands. When I returned, she was all set. I rested one hand on her lower back and one on her head to make a connection. 

After a minute, I lowered the sheet down to the bottom of her back. I moved to the top of the table and began slow strokes down the middle of her back, across her lower back and up the sides. I repeated this stroke many times until I had the oil spread out over her skin and could feel her relax. Jamie kept her hands at her sides. I worked on her shoulders and gradually felt her muscles begin to relax. After about 15 minutes, I lifted the sheet back to cover her back and went to the side of the table to work on her right leg. Removing the sheet from her leg but keeping it over her buttocks and back, I started on her lower leg and worked up. I kept my strokes on her thighs away from the inside and also, always below the hill of her buttock. Jamie shifted her weight and moved her legs apart slightly. She also asked me to massage her upper thighs a little more as that was where it always hurt so much. Still trying to keep my strokes away from the inside of her thighs, Jamie rolled her leg outward and asked me to do the inside too. Knowing where this was going, I tentatively did the inside of the lower thigh only; keeping well away of the top of her thighs. 

Then Jamie reached around and moved the sheet off her right cheek and told me to rub that area. She said the pain was in her lower back, down over her buttocks and her upper legs. Now, I knew I was in trouble. I was getting hard and it was impossible to hide it, given my shorts. I began my strokes and could feel Jamie’s excitement grow. She said this was the first time, she felt her muscles relax so much. After a few minutes, I pulled the sheet over her right leg and went over to the other side and removed the sheet from her lower leg. Jamie asked me to do the same thing on this side. Trying to do the massage under the sheet, Jamie finally reached around and pulled the sheet off her left buttock. She said she wasn’t shy or embarrassed as I was her coach and she wasn’t worried about me doing anything bad. It was no different than her doctor. She said she trusted me.

So, I began to massage her upper thigh, left cheek and lower back. Jamie shifted her weight again and her legs were spread apart a little more. When I was just about finished, Jamie reached around and pulled the sheet from her right leg and put it inside her legs, exposing both cheeks. She asked me to do both legs and cheeks at the same time. I had long arms and from the end of the table, I stroked up both legs, over her cheeks and lower back and back down. Jamie asked if I could add some pressure and because I was on the end of the table, couldn’t get full pressure on her lower back. She asked me to sit between her legs and do it from there so I could lean into the strokes. This was going very badly. I knew I should stop it, as it was clearly evident that Jamie was losing her self-control. I knew that I had very little left as well. But, unable to say no, I got on the table between her legs, causing her to spread her legs all the way to the outside of the table. With each stroke, I could feel the heat rising in her skin and she was starting to squirm her hips into the table. 

Finally, Jamie said she felt great and was ready to turn over. I hopped off the table, covered her with the sheet and she turned over. I told her that we should stop as the cramps were in the back of her legs and she didn’t have any pain in the front of her body. She said she was going to tell her mom I touched her inappropriately if I didn’t finish the massage. I had been afraid of this and was now trapped. She told me to do her legs first. I started on her right leg, only exposing enough to do the massage. Jamie moved her leg out to the edge of the table and told me to keep going on the inside of her thigh too. She told me to stop being so tentative. She said that she wasn’t shy and I shouldn’t be either. This was just a massage. 

But, my cock was bulging now and I knew that she had me in a corner. Rolling her leg out to open up her inner thigh, I began to stroke up her thighs. Her skin was smooth and brown and intoxicating. She reached down to pull the sheet away from her side and told me to do the strokes all the way up to her stomach. I did as she requested, keeping my fingers away from her genitals. The hairs on her pussy were peeking out of the sheet. After several of these strokes, she removed the sheet from her other leg and left it just covering her pussy and upper torso. She told me to do the other leg. Each stroke increased the tension and her legs were now spread out to the side of the table again. She then told me to get on the table and do both legs at once. When my hands reached the top of the strokes at the sides of her stomach, she reached down and gently tugged at my hands indicating for them to go higher. She pushed the sheet down so that the only part of her still covered was her pussy. Her breasts were much larger than I had imagined. The fell out to her sides and were probably large C or maybe even D. She raised her arms above her head and arched her back. My hands were incapable of resisting the swell of her very generous breasts. Stroking and squeezing her breasts (my hands were not large enough to gather in all the flesh) she moaned for me not to stop. I leaned forward. 

She slid her body down slightly, just enough to feel the front of my pants. There was no more hiding anything now. She told me to stay put and not to move. Slowly, her hips began to grind into my groin and only the light material of my shorts and the sheet separated her vaginal opening and my rock hard cock. My hands were still massaging her breasts. As she rocked her hips, the sheet slowly was sliding off exposing her pussy. Then she sat up enough, telling me to keep massaging her breasts and she reached inside the top band of my shorts and pulled it away from my stomach and down revealing a huge blood-filled cock. She looked straight into my eyes and told me not to disappoint her. I was on fucking fire. She leaned back down, resting on her back, while still holding my cock and slid her body toward me and inserted my cock into her vaginal opening. Still massaging her breasts with my hands, my cock moved inside her. And she was so fucking wet and swollen, it slid in effortlessly. As I reached her cervix, her back arched again and she began moaning. “Please Mr. Dantley, do it nice and slow and deep.” I was fucking lost. This little girl I had coached for three years, was rocking her hips and pushing herself onto my cock, deeper and deeper and moaning underneath me. I had thought I could handle a little high school girl’s crush. She had me now. 

I was full of lust and began to fuck her harder. I moved my hands down on the sides of her hips and pulled myself in and out of this gorgeous creature’s pussy, watching her moan and groan with pleasure. I watched my cock move in and out and felt it grow as big as I had ever felt it to be, expanding her opening until I thought I would split her in half. As I watched her eyes glaze over and roll about in her eye sockets and felt her begin to quake, her moans became screams telling me not to stop. I pulled her up to me, resting her on my hips and let her impale herself on my cock. She hugged me tight and the spasms continued for 2 minutes. Finally, I couldn’t hold it any longer and I shot so much semen, I thought it would come out of her mouth. Spurt after spurt, spasm after spasm, we were locked in ecstasy. Then she did the unthinkable. She kissed me on my lips and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth, sucking and licking as deep as she could get. She released my lips and looking straight into my eyes, thanked me, saying she hoped I had enjoyed it too. I told her I had, but that we couldn’t do this again and she couldn’t tell anyone, not any of her friends or anyone. If anyone found out, I would be thrown in prison, no excuses, even though she had not been forced. She looked at me and smiled. “Mr. Dantley, you don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone as long as you cooperate.” 

I avoided practice for a few days, claiming that I was too busy. But, my mind was spinning as to the possibilities this girl might have in mind. And finally, I did go and Jamie acted like nothing had happened. But, on the following Friday afternoon, she called my studio and made an appointment for Saturday night at 7PM at her house. She said her mom would be working and it wouldn’t be smart of me not to show up.

When I got to her house, I tried to talk to her about what was going on but she wasn’t interested. Then she said, that the massage tonight wasn’t for her, it was for her friend, Jasmine. Then Jasmine came out of the kitchen. Jamie told me to get the table set up as her mother would be home by 10PM. While I was setting up the table, Jamie took Jasmine in the bathroom and gave her a robe to wear. I told Jasmine to get on the table on her stomach and I’d be back in a minute. When I returned, Jamie told me she would be in the other room reading her book. I began slowly working on Jasmine’s back. Jasmine was 18 and a senior. She had a petite body and was very shy but a very good volleyball player who never complained. After about 10 minutes of my working on her back, Jamie came into the room and said she wanted to ‘help’. She asked Jasmine if that was OK and Jasmine said ‘fine, no prob.’ Then Jamie knelt down on the floor and crawled under the table. She told me to start working on Jasmine’s legs. When I got to the side of the table, I felt Jamie’s hands slowly move up my legs. In a very soft voice, she told me to keep massaging and to say nothing. I felt her hands reach under my shorts. Her hot hands found my cock and she maneuvered it so she could stroke it. Since my shorts were loose-fitting, I could feel that she was pulling it out the bottom of my shorts. She lifted the material out of the way and pulled my cock close to her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on it. She repeated for me to keep massaging. Then, she pulled the drawstring at my waist and my shorts fell down to the floor. She crawled out from under the table and moved around to my back, pressing her body against my back while reaching around and holding onto my cock. She asked Jasmine if she was OK and got a soft ‘yes’ in response. She told Jasmine that she was going to help me with the massage now. Whispering in my ear, she told me to slowly uncover Jasmine’s ass. Jamie told Jasmine not to worry and just enjoy Mr. Dantley’s hands. Once again, with her lips against my ear whispering instructions and her hand stroking my cock and balls, she told me to move Jasmine’s legs further apart and take the sheet away. Then she directed me to the bottom of the table. She told me to massage Jasmine’s inner thighs and to make sure Jasmine felt pleasure. She said she didn’t want to repeat herself again. My hands flowed up and down Jasmine’s inner thighs and her hips began to grind into the table. Jamie moved around to the side and began to massage Jasmine’s ass, spreading her ass open for me while watching my eyes. She then grabbed the bottle of oil put some down the length of Jasmine’s crack and nodded for me to move my hands there. I rubbed my hands down Jasmine’s crack and over her inner thighs and back up over her crack. Jamie pointed to Jasmine’s little rosebud and indicated with her eyes that she wanted me to put my finger inside. Jasmine was moaning as I gently probed the tissue around her anus. Jamie told me to sit on my knees between Jasmine’s legs and to continue. I crawled up onto the table. In this position, my cock was now visible to Jamie and she moved to my side and reached in and pulled my cock toward her. She told me to keep probing Jasmine. While I was getting Jasmine’s asshole slowly used to my index finger, Jamie was sucking my cock very adeptly. Jasmine was grinding her hips and they were raising off the table, until finally, she got on her knees and lifted her ass right up into my face. Then Jamie released my cock from her lips and pulled it toward Jasmine’s spread-wide-open asshole. Jamie looked straight into my eyes as she pulled my cock right into the opening of Jasmine’s asshole. My cock bent slightly against the pressure of Jasmine’s asshole contracting but Jamie held it strong and slowly my own desire began to take over and I was moving on my own, into this delicate petite girl’s small asshole. When Jamie sensed she was no longer needed, she moved toward Jasmine and began to massage Jasmine’s ass and worked up over her back and underneath to her small titties. She leaned over to Jasmine and asked her if Mr. Dantley was doing a good job. Jasmine only moaned very deeply over and over again. Jamie moved to the bottom of the table and told me to lean over. She inserted to fingers into my asshole without warning and I shot my wad deep into Jasmine in an instant. Jamie kept her fingers moving inside my asshole while I jerked through my orgasm. Finally spent, I heard Jamie say, “Jasmine, now that you got what you wanted, I want you to keep your word. Let’s go home so I can teach you about girl-love too.”