Date: Wed, 05 Feb 2003 14:59:17 -0800
From: radar flash <radarflash@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Swimming Coach

   Mr M., as I'll call him, was one of the most popular teachers in our
high school and he was also the coach of the boy's swim team.  Until one
day after school when I was 16, I had never thought about relationship with
him, though I would have agreed privately that he was very handsome and
every girl in school lusted after him.

   I was a mediocre member of the team and one day he came up to me and
suggested that I stay after practice and work on some things.  I readily
accepted the offer as I did want to improve and thought this might be a
chance to do so.

   The other members of the team had all left and Coach M. lead me to the
training room and gave me some brief instruction as to what he wanted me to
do.  I was to dramatically increase my reps in the pool starting the next
practice, but for now would start on increasing my reps in the training
room.

   We typically changed into gym shorts in the training room, but he said
to just leave on my Speedo trunks as we would just have a short lesson the
first time.  He brought me a cut off exercise top, not unlike a girl's
halter top and I put that on.  He snapped it up for me and said to get on
the exercise cycle and he would show me a way to greatly improve my leg
strength through a different regimen.

   Mr M. left his Speedo trunks on also, but wasn't wearing the same top he
had placed onto me.  He was bare chested and loked like every girl's wet
dream.  Some boy's wet dreams I would soon learn as well.

   I eagerly hopped onto the bike and he said to start pedaling slowly.  He
surprised me when he placed his hands onto my hips as if to steady me and
told my to pedal at a higher cadence.  I did and soon I was rocking back
and forth as the tempo increased.  He pressed his hands more firmly around
my waist to steady me as I was really going.

   He said to keep going and that he would time me for a break and another
tempo change.  I didn't think much of it at first, but he let go of me as I
was able to steady myself after a bit and he walked around in front of me.
I realized later that this was to display the massive bulge protruding in
his trunks which I found myself drawn to.  He stood in front of me with his
hands on his hips and his bulge seemingly staring back towards me.

   For some reason it made me forget about the pain of the cycling and my
thoughts turned elsewhere.  He came around to my side and told me to slow
down the tempo as sweat was dripping down my face and arms.  It literally
made my legs glisten which I realized later that must have really turned
him on all the more.

  He placed one hand on my lower back and the other on the top of my thigh
and said "these are some of the muscles we're trying to develop, but you're
a very well built young man and it won't take much.  He told me to stand
slightly on the pedals and when I did so he gripped my thigh higher and
felt all around it with an approving look.  I hadn't realized that he had
placed his other hand on the back of the bicycle seat where his thumb
rested on the top.  When I sat back down the crack of my sweaty ass was
directly on his thumb.

   He told me to pick up my tempo again as my heart raced and the rocking
sensation sent darts through my stomach as I felt his thumb against my ass.
I subconsciensly pedaled faster as he slid his thumb further into the seat
and let it linger in the crack of my ass.  I wasn't sure what was going on,
but I kept pedaling when he said to get up on the pedals again.

   To my surprise his thumb stayed snugly against my Speedos as I stood and
he soon turned his hand over to let his middle finger do the work of finger
fucking me.  My smimming coach Mr M. was finger fucking me right then!

   I was having so many mixed emotions, but none of them told me to stop or
make him stop and I stood up again as his finger followed me as his entire
hand caressed my ass.

   Swimmers have smooth skin and we shave it off anyway so my ass and legs
were more like a girl's as it was.  By then his finger had slipped under
the Speedo material and was pushing it's way into my bottom.  I was
helpless as I leaned forward over the pedals and pushed back onto him.  I
was breathing very hard at that time, not from the exercise, but from the
aroused feeling I now had for this man as he fingered me.

   His other hand had slowly found the front of my trunks and he was
caressing my cock through the material.  I was slowly gyrating onto his
finger in my bottom and thrusting to meet the attention he was giving me at
the front.

   He told me close to my ear "Alan, if you want we can continue this at my
house" to which I readily agreed.  I wasn't ready however to have him
remove his hands from me and I reached back to push his hand inside of me
as I wriggled onto him.  It felt so good.  Soon he pulled away and helped
me get off the bike as I was shaking and very unsteady.

   "I love you in the halter top Alan and I want you to be my girl when we
get to my house.  I quickly got dressed as did he into a pair of shorts and
rode to his house while I stared at him the entire way there.  He was so
hot in his shorts and made me all the harder in mine.

   He shaved my legs when we got to his place and I dressed up in another
satiny halter top and panties and he fucked me like a girl.

   We made love as he continued to explore my bottom with his fingers, then
his tongue and finally his cock.  I returned to his place many more times
and dressed for him in varying ways, but always as his teen girl.

   This is a true story and I would appreciate any feedback.

Alan L. (Ellen L.)