"Hunnie if you didn't like it, you wouldn't be soaked through your gym shorts would you?"
"It's ok sweetheart, I'm just trying to help you stretch your legs. We need to get this cramp out."
Cynthia felt so embarrassed, but she had asked her coach for help. As she was finishing her 100 yard dash, she got a cramp on the inside of her legs. She hobbled over to coach and didn't know what to do.
Now she was laying in the footbal field, spr3ad eagle, while her coach massaged the most inner part of her thigh, right up against her underwear.
She lost her breath as tingles fired off inside her lower belly. She felt herself tighten and tense where her pee comes out. Coach sensed she was reacting so he helped distract her, "You're doing good, we almost got this cramp out!" As his strong older hands massaged and kneaded the inside of her skinny athletic legs. She fell apart inside and felt herself leaking inside her panties.
--That was weeks ago. Now Coach is adamant about always 'helping her stretch' before and after their practices, and even their COLLEGE track meets. It all seemed so normal, she though that's just what coaches did. But over time his fingers got closer and closer to her princess parts. He would chuckle and make a joke about her leaking, and tell her to 'straighten up'. He liked to embarrass her about getting so wet in between her legs.
Till one day his finger 'slipped' inside her panties and she squeal. "What?" Coach asked, "Oh that, sorry sweetheart. That was an accident, ok?"
She looked him in the eyes, "OK Mister." but he knew he was trying to touch her. This time she was ready for his teasing. She hiked one knee up and pulled her foot flush with her bottom. She made sure to open her legs just enough that her sweaty panties were visible to him. She looked away in the distance and begged, "Coach it's still really sore right there."
Coach cleared his breath and she hid her cheeky smile, "Oh ok, I can work it some more." As he reached up her leg to that tender panty line, "Right here sweetheart?"
Still looking away she murmured, "Uh huh.. Right There." and she felt him slip his finger inside her underwear. She gasped and tried to hide her reaction.
Coach kept working and massaging her leg, while his finger kept poking and fiddling with her soaking l@bia under her shorts. When she didn't freak out, he let his finger make contact with her throbbing button, brushing back and fourth of her tingly nubbin as her wetness trickled down her tiny @$$ crack.
By now he realized she wanted it, Coach could see her puffy nipples harden under her sports tank, and her breathing was heavier, more pronounced. He knew they couldn't get caught, so he had to be sneaky about it.
He kept massaging her with most of his hand, while he fully inserted his index finger inside her warm teen v@gina. "Like that Cynthia? Is that helping?"
Her virgin cunny squeezed tightly around his finger, "Yes sir, oww that feels like it's helping me a LOT." She knew to play coy, he could get fired if they got caught. He pushed deeper and wiggled his finger into her gspot. Cynthia squeaked with her mouth closed, her bbyy cunny squeezing around him even tighter. Like when a littol gurl is scared to cross the road.
The tingles in her belly intensified. A warm feeling glowed from her private parts. He felt her heart beat racing around his digit as he manipulated her insides. She made one deliberate whimper and coach felt a jolt of squirt splash onto his hand. He d!ck twitched and coach immediately pulsed three big drops of prec/um into his boxers.
They both caught their breath and pretending nothing happened. He made sure nobody was looking and he ate her cummies off of his finger in front of everybody. She left the field feeling like such a big gurl, and when she got home she couldn't stop rubbing and thinking about him.
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