Case History 4
Subject: Ali M. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ali is a bright-eyed, freckled redhead that shows a vivacity for life even though she was temporarily upset by the unfortunate experience she suffered. The school guidance counselor referred her to me for some immediate crisis counselling. The school counselor had found out about Ali's trouble from a girl friend, and not from the victim, herself.
This happy sophomore was involved in sports and cheerleading. She spent much time in extracurricular activities and her parents were used to her being home late. A friend saw her being dragged away, but when Ali showed up hours later, and didn't say anything, the friend was confused and went to the counselor for advice.
When the counselor could get nothing from Ali, she decided to have the child see me in an attempt to get to the bottom of the probable assault. It took several sessions before Ali would admit anything of the nature.
I usually practice every afternoon for the cheerleading squad when I'm not at basketball practice. Our high school is very big, being the central one in the area, and you can pretty much do as you like as long as you fulfill requirements. My parents don't mind my extra stuff. In fact, Daddy is proud of my being on the basketball junior varsity. I'm an only child, and sometimes, I swear that he would have preferred a son. Oh, he never says anything like that, but I just know.
Most afternoons, I get home about five o'clock, so my parents don't worry even if I don't make it till six. Well, we don't mix the boys and girl's teams at the school, but there was a rumor going around that they would put together the first mixed team in the area. I was really excited about that idea, cause I thought that Dad would get a big kick out of my being on the real high school basketball team. Not just the girls' team. I didn't know the coach on the varsity very well,'cause he was pretty new to the school, but I wanted to find out if this rumor was true.
None of the kids on my team really knew anything about it, so one afternoon, I was practicing my cheerleading routine alone and I saw the coach walk into the gym. It was pretty late and I guess I must have been the only one there. I was jumping and cheering, and I saw him pop his head into the gym. When he saw me, he looked for a minute and I stopped.
"Just wanted to see who could be here so late. Don't you think your parents will worry about you being so late?"
I looked at the big gym clock. It was four-thirty.
"Oh, that's alright. They're used to me coming home close to six or later sometimes."
I know that I exaggerated a bit, but I wanted to make him think that I was more adult than most of the other sophs. When I said that, he walked into the gym and just looked at me. I was wearing my practice skirt for the cheers. It is just as short as the real outfit, and I usually wear dancing briefs underneath it. Today, though, I just had my panties on. I didn't figure on having anyone come in.
When I bent over to get my sweatshirt on the floor, I was very conscious of not having the dance briefs on, and I tried to bend without showing any of my bottom. But, then, I realized that I might have a chance to find out about the new basketball team. I wanted to ask the coach about it right out, but I didn't know just how.
"Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt your practice. I can't help but admire your form. You're on the junior varsity girls' basketball team, too, aren't you?"
I was thrilled that the coach knew that. I figured that he had been scouting for this new team, and maybe he liked me for it.
"Oh, yes, yes, I am. I really like basketball! I just do the cheering to keep my mother happy. It's her idea that a girl should be in that kind of activity instead of the sports."
I couldn't figure out why I was lying this was. I liked cheering myself. My mother was never in cheering, .and she didn't seem to care one way or another which activity I was interested in, as long as I liked it. Suddenly, I felt it was necessary for the coach to realize that I would spend all my time with basketball if I was on the team.
"Oh, is that so? Do you think she minds you being in basketball that much?"
I realized that I was leading in the wrong direction.
"No, no, she's really proud of me in that, too."
Then there was just silence. I figured that the coach would just leave. I wanted to ask him about the new team. I felt as though I just had to know. But there wasn't anything I could do, just then. I looked up, and I saw the coach looking at my tits. Sometimes, I would take off my bra when I practiced, and today, I had. I don't have big ones, but they still bounce when I jump.
I was terribly conscious of my breasts jumping up and down as I walked over to get my stuff. I had to change and I picked up my clothes to go to the locker room. I swear that my face must have been redder than my hair. And then, I said something very stupid.
"I, uh, I usually wear a bra during games. You know, so they don't bounce this way."
Immediately, my face got redder, I guess, and the coach's did, too. He sort of turned away and I practically ran into the hallway towards the locker room. But he was coming after me, and I panicked and started to run out the side door. It was cold outside without any real clothes on. I got to the door, without my coat or anything, and I thought that I saw somebody in the dark yard. But, then, the coach reached me and pulled me back inside the door. I don't know why, but I was fighting him.
Coach Kelly was stronger than I was, though, and it wasn't hard for him to stop me and pull me back inside the school.
"Hey, hold on. What's the matter with you! You bolted and ran. Is something wrong?"
I was very close to him and our bodies were touching. Without a bra on, I could feel my tits up against his chest. I tried to pull back.
"Uh, no, no, nothing's wrong. I don't know why I ran. Gee, I really don't know why."
That was the truth. I was so embarrassed at having said what I did and embarrassing the coach as well, that all I wanted to do was disappear! But I was breathing hard, and I suddenly felt the cold from outside. I started to shiver.
"Hey, go on and change. You're starting to catch cold. That's not too bright for an athlete. Come on, I'll walk you over to make sure you're alright."
Coach Kelly and I walked towards the girls' locker room and I looked at him beside me. He was a good-looking man. He has this grey running through his hair and it makes him look so groovy! I couldn't believe that Coach Kelly was actually paying real attention to me. I was getting over the embarrassment from before, and my head was beginning to clear. When we got to the door of the locker room, I stopped for a minute.
"Thank you for , well, walking me here. I'm sorry that I acted so silly before."
But he didn't stop at the door, he opened it and held it for me. I was shocked that the coach would go inside the girls' locker room.
"I want to make sure that you get home safely. I don't like the idea of a girl here all by herself. Something could happen. This is a big school and there are so many pscple around here. I'll wait here while you take a shower, and get dressed. You better take a good hot shower, though. You look as though you might be coming down with a cold."
I didn't know what to say. Well, he looked real serious and I had acted like an idiot. I was a little shook up at what he said, but I didn't know what else to do. I had never thought about someone coming along and hurting me. He spooked me a little, so I just went inside, and headed for the shower stalls.
I got undressed, and turned on the shower. The hot water felt good. A shiver ran down my spine knowing that the coach was only on the other side of the room while I was naked in the shower! For a minute, I made believe that he was with me, and he was holding me and trying to kiss me. I lathered my body with the suds from the soap and imagined that they were his hands.
Since I was in the shower, I couldn't hear anything going on outside, and suddenly, I felt that someone was near me. I turned around and practically fainted when I saw the coach standing there, stark naked! His cock was standing out in front of him and he was holding another bar of soap.
"I wanted to make sure that you were alright, so I decided to come in with you. I don't want you to catch cold, so I'll rub you with the soap and make sure that you get a good shower. A good rub and then a good toweling. After that, maybe a rub down."
I was too shocked to scream. Anyway, what good would it do? I knew that there wasn't anyone else in this part of the building to hear me. The gym is in the basement of the building, and takes up the whole area, including the shower and locker rooms. So I didn't do anything when he put the soap under the water and started to rub the wet bar against my stomach. He rubbed me with the soap all over until I was soapy. He only touched my arms and legs and stomach and back, though really.
I stood there, not moving until he started to rub his soapy hands over my tits. The nipples were standing up almost straight and he rubbed the soap on them, too. It felt good, to tell the truth. He rubbed each tit separately and I started to get goose bumps!
"You like it, don't you?"
I was afraid to say that I did, so I didn't say anything at all. But I think that he knew it anyway. He stopped rubbing my tits and then he traced an "eight" across my stomach. Each time, he would go lower until he was into the hair on my pussy. When he got there, he rubbed a lot of soap into it and was shampooing it. He rubbed against my pussy, though, and it felt good. He made circles over it.
Up 'til now, he never asked me to touch him or even touched his cock to me. But, when he started dipping his finger into my pussy, between the lips, I could see that he was getting hot. I had necked with a couple of guys before, and when they wanted to have their peckers rubbed, they got kind of hot and breathed funny. Coach Kelly was doing this now. He rubbed his soapy fingers into my pussy, and it felt just wonderful. Even though I was scared, it still felt great.
"Why don't you put a little soap on my. With his other hand, he put the soap into mine and then pulled it up to his cock.
I could see the thing almost jumping, and when I didn't do it right away, he put some pressure on my hand. So, I started rubbing my hands on the soap to get some lather, and then I held my breath. I had never seen such a big one before. I put the soap up against the long part, and started to rub. The coach moaned and rocked his hips into my hands.
"That's it, honey, rub the soap all over him!"
I kept rubbing the soap over the hard cock and then I used both hands to rub over his balls. He was still doing me, too, and it was nice.
"No, no, rub the shaft and the head, go on!"
I went back to doing what he wanted, and I couldn't take my eyes off the giant thing. I knew that boys shot this come out of their cocks, and I wondered when he would do it. But, just then, I dropped the soap. I turned around in the shower, and bent over to pick it up. It slipped out of my hand, and I went fishing for it, as the water splashed over my body.
Before I could get the soap back again, I felt the coach pull my hips to him. He fitted the head of his cock up against my asshole and started to push. It hurt and I tried to get up. But he held me there with his hands.
"I hadn't thought about this, but it's too good to pass up. Just stay there, girl, and I'll give you something to remember. My cock is so slippery from the nice soaping that you gave it, he's all ready for this."
I didn't actually know what he was going to do. I had heard some of the kids talk about this one girl who liked to be with boys, but she wanted her cherry, so they would fuck her up the ass. I never thought about it much, except that she must be crazy. Some of the girls, though, they said that she liked it a lot. And I was a little curious about it.
Coach Kelly pushed against my ass and the soap made it easy to force the tight hole open. But that didn't make it hurt any less.
"Ow! That hurts bad. Hey, stop hurting me!"
Instead of answering me, the coach reached under me and started diddling my pussy. I was still soapy, too, and it felt good. He rubbed his finger agaisnt the bump, that clit and all the while, he was pushing in at my ass. Like I said, the soap made it easy for him and in no time, the thing was all the way up my ass. But my back was starting to hurt from the bent over position and my legs hurt too.
"My legs hurt and my back, too. Please let me up a little."
"Okay straighten up a bit."
When I did that, the cock felt ten times larger. I felt like there was a huge telephone pole up my ass, but my back felt better, and he was still working his finger on my clit and I didn't mind it as much. I was moving against his finger cause I wanted to come, and that would make me feel really good.
Suddenly, the coach started pumping into me really hard, and his balls were banging up against my thighs. Again and again, he shoved the cock into me and that started to hurt. The soap was drying on his cock, and it was beginning to hurt. I rubbed myself against his finger harder cause I figured that he was going to come, and I wanted to get off, too.
All this time, I kept thinking about that girl everyone talked about. I wasn't happy about the discomfort in my ass, but the feelings in my pussy weren't bad at all. Maybe she knew what she was doing. Well, anyway, the coach knew what he was doing, and he shot his load up my ass! Just like that, he shot it into me. When he shot off, his hands went wild at my pussy, and I started to come, too.
I finished coming after he did, and I was still jerking around when he had emptied all the juice he had for me. He was breathing hard, and for a moment, neither of us did anything. Then, he pulled his cock out of my ass, and got under the shower. He washed all the come off his cock, and now, it didn't look that big. I straightened up, finally, and washed the soap off my body.
I figured that the coach might run away after he finished with me, but instead, he took the soap and rubbed some over my sore ass. He pushed his finger up inside and I jumped.
"Take it easy, and bend over a bit. I want to wash out any soap in there. It might burn you if we don't get it out."
And, nice as anything, he gently slipped his finger in and out of my ass until there was no soap left there and I was squeaking from his fingering. Then he rubbed the soap over me and rinsed me off. I felt great when he shut the shower off. "Now, I nice toweling off, and you'll feel just great. No chance of getting a cold."
The coach used a big thick towel to rub me dry and I felt pretty good. I was a bit confused, but I didn't know what else to do except let him do it.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ali was calm in the next interview and she went on to tell me what ensued in her dealing with the coach. For an immature youngster, she showed remarkable control of her actions, and some very outstanding common sense. She continues below.
The coach acted as though nothing had happened, and he even drove me home. I was sore from what he did to me, but I couldn't dream of telling anyone. My friend, Angie, asked me if I was alright when I saw her later on, and I didn't know what to say. Anyway, how would she have known?
I decided not to say anything to anyone, especially my parents. I liked sports and if they suspected that any danger existed, they wouldn't let me play. Anyway, I suspected them. And, then, something else. Who would believe me?
Another thought popped into my mind as I went to school the next day. Would the coach even speak to me? How would he act towards me? Well, I didn't get a chance to find out until the next week. I saw a note in my locker and opened it up. It was from the coach.
"Meet me for special conference, my office, four-forty-five."
When I got there, the coach was writing something down in the files. He was very friendly.
"How are you doing, Ali? You look well. Very well, in fact."
The place was very quiet and I didn't know what he would do. I figured that I would play it very cool. I sat down on the chair beside his desk. The coach came over and then I knew what he was going to do. I could see the bulge in his pants.
"Ali, I really liked what we did the other day, last week. It was really great. How did you like it?"
"I, well, I didn't mind it too much. I just never did anything like that before."
"I want to do it again. What do you say?"
"In the shower, too?"
"No, we can do it right here, if you prefer."
"I would rather do it here. You see, I do think I'm coming down with a cold and I don't want to go home with damp hair."
The coach opened his drawer and picked up a little jar.
"This should make everything nice and smooth, better than the soap."
I went over to him and he touched my ass with his hands. Just the feeling of his hands on me, there, made me tingle. I have to admit, I expected something like this, and I was wearing only a pair of panties under my gym outfit. Coach Kelly put his hand under the elastic of the panties and fingered the smooth flesh of my ass. Then he rubbed his finger into the crack and finally went around to the front where he rubbed my clit. I was getting hot already, and put my hand on his pants. He seemed to like the fact that I did it myself, without being asked.
I could tell that he wasn't that big just yet. His cock was almost small enough to fit in my hand. As he worked his fingers over my ass, though, the cock started to grow in my hand. I decided to take it out, too. That should make a good impression on him. I unzipped his pants and pulled the hot thing out. It was already sticking up in the air. I rubbed it back and forth with both hands, and he rubbed me harder, too.
Then Coach Kelly pulled my panties off, altogether, and told me to bend over his desk. I was more comfortable in this position and I spread my legs as he opened the jar and started putting this jelly on my asshole. He spread it all around the outside, and that felt really good, but when he started shoving it all the way up with his finger, it hurt only a little. He used a lot of the stuff and I felt so slippery I relaxed. I figured that it couldn't hurt at all. I have to say that I almost wanted to feel his cock in my ass. I wiggled my fanny around on his finger and I knew that I was making him hot.
He couldn't take it anymore, and I poked my ass way up in the air, and he pulled his finger out. I knew that he would put his cock there, instead. I felt the tip of his cock up against my hole, and I just tried to relax completely. He put his hands on my hips and started to push. This time, the cock went into my ass without much trouble. It hurt a little when he first stretched me again, but once he was past the tight ring, it felt nice.
"You feel great, Ali. When your ass is relaxed this way, you're smooth as velvet."
I was happy that he liked me that way. I relaxed as much as I could, and when he was all the way in, he really felt good there. He was pushing in and out of me, and it didn't hurt at all. I guess that girl knew what she was doing. It felt nice. Of course, I was getting banged against the desk when the coach got going, but that didn't feel bad, either.
Now that I was comfortable with his cock in my ass, I wanted some action for myself. I wanted him to play with my pussy. I had been thinking of what it might feel like with a couple of fingers inside my pussy while he fucked my ass, and I decided to ask him about it.
"Could you put your fingers into my pussy while you're doing that? I've been thinking that it might be nice."
"Well, I'll put one finger in. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yeah. But what has that got to do with it?"
"Well, I don't want to take your cherry with my fingers. I might get carried away at the last minute, and break your cherry if I use two fingers."
"Oh, I see. Well, then, let's try one finger. I just want to feel something in there, too."
Coach Kelly put his finger way up there, and rubbed it in and out fast. It felt nice. Just one finger felt big to me, what with his cock way up my ass. He moved it in and out of my pussy while he shoved his cock into my ass. The jelly made it feel very nice. This time, I moved back against the coach and made his cock go higher in me. The finger in my pussy made me feel different.
There was some playing around for a while, but then, neither of us wanted to wait any longer. I wanted to come, and so did the coach. He started shoving into me harder, and I knew that he was through fooling around.
"You want to shoot that up my ass again, don't you?"
"You little wench! I love being inside your ass! It's so small and tight around my cock!"
He humped it into me over and over again, and I could feel his balls banging into me while he did it. He used another finger in my pussy towards the end, and for a moment, I was scared that he would pop my cherry, just like he said he might. But I was hot for my come just then, and I have to say that I wasn't thinking too clearly. I wanted to feel that great feeling.
"Shove it into me, oh, do it! In both places!"
"Reach under and get your own clit, honey. I can't hold out much longer."
I did as he told me to and I started rubbing myself. Everything together felt so great that I started to feel myself come right away. I rubbed my finger hard against my clit and moved my hips to get both his fingers and all that cock up me. Then it happened. I started to cream over his fingers and he shoved them in far and I felt a sharp, but quick pain. But I was too busy to pay attention to it, and kept frigging myself.
The coach was wild now, and he shoved his cock up into my ass again and again, and as he felt me coming, my asshole squeezed him tight and he exploded into my asshole. I felt all the cream shooting into me and my mind went blank. He pushed at me and I came all over him. It was just great. He finished coming and then pulled out of my ass. He were both pretty exhausted, but we laughed and talked anyhow. He drove me home again, and I made arrangements to meet him again the day after that.
The next time that we met, we did it sitting on his lap. I wanted to have him fuck my pussy, too, but he wouldn't have any of it. He said that this was good, and that he liked being inside my ass, anyhow. That time, he made me bend over and he kissed every part of my ass, and he even stuck his tongue up there! I loved it, and so I settled for the cock up my ass.
I thought that he might have popped my cherry that second time, but when I got home, there wasn't any blood or anything, and so I figured that I still had it. This action was great. I was still a virgin, and yet I was getting some fun out of this. I love having him do it to me in the shower. I like to feel his soapy cock up my soapy asshole. I like the way he rubs his hands over my tits and my pussy. We do it in the shower a lot, now. But in a few weeks, the night games will start and we won't be able to do it anymore.
Coach Kelly and I are trying to figure out a schedule so that we could meet more often The team? Oh, no, that was just a rumor. But it was a nice one.