The Deep End ((Closed))

[LitShark]

((A one-on-one starring LitShark and EasyJay))

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Coach Kline blew his whistle that signaled the end of swimming practice, taking a few measured steps back from the pool. The girls climbed up onto the deck, one by one, each observed closely in turn from behind the wide lens, mirrored sunglasses that he always wore around the pool. When Jay, the new blond transfer student from Australia climbed out, he took hold of her wet arm, preventing her from scurrying over to her bag with the rest of her peers.

"Jay, I need to speak with you privately." His voice was barely above a whisper, in a tone that would endure no disagreement. "Just grab your towel and go directly to my office, I'll meet you in there soon."

When he'd finished giving her instructions, the Coach turned to the rest of the college swim team, congratulating them on a good practice and bidding them goodnight. None of them were looking at him, though. All the eyes of the swimmers followed the new girl, envious eyes glaring daggers at her. Many had crushed on the infamous coach over the years, but most knew, or at least suspected what it meant when he peeled one off from the herd on her first day.

All of them wished it had been them.

"Great work today girls, rest up, study hard. See you all tomorrow for morning drills." Coach Kline said in his usual, loud and commanding tone. "Don't stay out too late."

After they were dismissed, several of the girls tried to get his attention once more, but he dismissed them easily. It wasn't the first time he'd had nubile coeds throw themselves at him, but none of them interested him in the slightest. It was the shy new girl, already outcast by her peers for her above average looks and superb swimming ability who interested him, intrigued him and made him wish to know her better. Deeper.

He was impatient already by the time he entered the Staff office where the young athlete was awaiting his arrival. Kline closed the door behind himself and locked it.

"I'm glad to see that you can follow instructions, sweet girl." Kline smirked, pulling the whistle up over his head slowly. "I've called you here because I'd like to know you, better than I bother to know most girls. I see potential in you. Are you willing to go the extra mile with me? Will you do whatever it takes to excel? Are you willing to wade into the deep end?"

 

[EasyJay]

Jay got out of the pool and started towards her bag and towel trying not to look at Coach Kline afraid he would know of the fantasies she had of him while in the pool, grabbing her and making her scream in pleasure.
Coach grabbed Jay suddenly, leaned down to her level and said "Jay, I need to speak with you privately." His voice was barely above a whisper, "Just grab your towel and go directly to my office, I'll meet you in there soon."

She grabbed her towel and walked off to the coach’s office. She walked in, sat on the chair behind his desk, removed her bathing suite, swivelled the chair around so that he could not see her when he walked in. To be more brazen Jay grabbed her medium sized breasts and started tugging on them. Yes, jay thought, the sexy god-like Coach Kline wants me. She moaned as she kept tugging on her nipples.

I hope the rumours are true. What if he wanted to talk to her about her swimming times and not about her body and the pleasure, it could bring him? She would be shattered, but decided it was worth the risk. She heard the door open and lock behind the coach as he entered the room.
"I'm glad to see that you can follow instructions, sweet girl." Kline smirked, pulling the whistle up over his head slowly. "I've called you here because I'd like to know you, better than I bother to know most girls. I see potential in you. Are you willing to go the extra mile with me? Will you do whatever it takes to excel? Are you willing to wade into the deep end?"

Jay turned so she was facing Coach Kline, still tugging her nipples. Using her most seductive voice and smile, she answered.
“I’d like for you to know me better than most girls. I am more than willing when it comes to the deep end sir”

This got jay one of his sexy award-winning smiles as he sauntered over to Jay. Moaning from playing with her breasts, Jay stopped, closed the space between her and Coach, sitting on his desk.
“Would you help me sir? Take my boobs and play with them, suck them, bite them. Will you play with my pussy sir? Will you fuck me hard sir? Do your way with me sir?” Jay paused for reaction “Take me to the deep end”

 

[LitShark]

Coach Kline raised his lip back from his teeth in abject disgust at his newest project's grotesque display. Apparently the rumors of his private affairs had gained more momentum than he'd hoped, now this new... thing thought that she could help herself to the Kline Buffet at will. This was a misunderstanding that needed to be rectified immediately.

"Control yourself, good Lord." Kline balked indignant, his expression unreadable beyond abject dissatisfaction. "I asked you merely to meet me in here, not finger fuck yourself in my chair, you nasty little whore. Who raised you?"

Kline's hand moved like a striking snake, snatching her by the back of her neck sharply enough to make beads of water splash off her skin. He backed her up against his desk, flipped her over roughly and took a fistful of her wet hair, pushing her face against the surface of the desk.

"Supposing I do want to suck you, fuck you, bite you and debase you beyond your imagination. Don't you suppose I might also want to see your curves wrapped tightly in that skin tight bathing suit and have the pleasure of peeling it off of you myself? Your presumption has robbed me of that, and for that presumption you must be punished."

As his left hand kept Jay's face penned against his desk, his right struck quickly, landing flush with practiced ease on the bare damp skin of her firm, athletic ass, the snap sharp and clear.

"From now on, you'll do exactly as I tell you and nothing more or less, you need to get your face wet before you can swim laps. Now place your hands on the desk!"