Crash Course - 3

What the hell were you thinking? Why did you suddenly decide to threaten her? That’ll only make things worse! Where did that last part even come from?

“Next time return the favor.”

Yeah, good job. Just go ahead and ask her to have her way with you again.

It’s not even that problem that gets you angry, but the completely careless way Gilda threw away your concerns. Doesn’t she realize how dangerous this is? She could lose her job and never get the chance at a new one.

You have to admit you like Gilda, and you probably wouldn’t be quite as miffed if she asked you first. She’s spontaneous for sure, but that doesn’t give her the excuse to grind her lady garden all over your face. It led to a close call when your parents asked what the stains down your shirt were; thankfully they believed that it was sweat.

One quick shower later and now you’re fuming in bed. The close proximity to Brad puts you on edge; he could have easily walked back in on your little session and told everybody about it. If they actually listened to him was another thing altogether, but his word would be more than enough to land Gilda in hot water.

It doesn’t matter anyway. If Brad pulls his head out of his ass Gilda won’t get any other opportunities, although you debate whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

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You rush down the empty corridors of the school, skidding to a hasty stop at the gym doors. You’re late, Mr. Pinkman deciding to give you a detention while the rest of the class screwed around. You swear he has it out for you, it’s not your fault his lessons are so boring!

You reach for the door and rattle it, discovering it to be locked. You look up to spot the note hastily taped to the wood. “Day off. Lessons resume tomorrow.” It reads in chicken scratch writing.

Of course she wouldn’t be here today! She’s probably beating herself up over what happened in the last lesson. You grumble and pull your phone out of your bag in order to ring your mother, so she can pick you up.

You swivel on your toes and head back down the polished corridors. You pass several empty classrooms on the way. You don’t pay much mind to the few cleaners or teachers still milling around after the day.

Before you can reach her ID you hear a crashing noise to your left from the store cupboard where most of the sports equipment is kept. You walk over and place an ear to the green door and frown as you hear a familiar voice. Gilda lets out a few choice curses before silencing herself.

You debate whether or not to talk with her about yesterday. It’s the big elephant in the room, and probably the reason why the lesson is off. You raise a hesitant hand and knock twice. She remains deathly silent, leaving you unsure if she heard it.

You knock again, louder this time. “Coach?” You hazard. “You in there?”

Silence.

Now you’re worried, what if she hurt herself? You reached to the door knob and snarl as you find it locked in place. She locked herself in. You begin to knock even louder. “Coach I know you’re in there! You can’t just hide from me!”

Your knuckles begin to ache from the constant barrage of blows you lay down forcing you to stop. Soon muted footsteps approach from the other side. The jingle of keys heralds the telltale sound of an opening lock.

Gilda says nothing, the footsteps retreating back. You begin to wonder what exactly she’s trying to achieve. You grip the cold doorknob once again and twist it open. The door opens with a squeak to reveal a dark room, surrounded by shelves of various sporting equipment. A thick odor of sweat and dirt fills the air.

In the center, on a metal chair, sits a miserable looking Gilda. Her sullen features shying away from the outside light. Her normally feathered white hair is wild and uncombed. Her signature purple makeup is oddly absent too.

Her exercise clothes have received the same treatment. Dirty grass stains pepper a large white shirt which nearly reaches her knees. A pair of torn stockings and dirty trainers completes the ensemble, although the punk rocker aesthetic doesn’t quite work with the expression she is pulling.

She clenches her fists as you walk up to her, averting her eyes to stare at the shelves. “Coach, why the hell are you in here?” You ask slowly.

She remains silent, her jaw clenching and relaxing repeatedly. Eventually she makes eye contact again and speaks. “Hiding.” She answers intensely.

“From me?”

“Uh-huh.” She responds with a nod.

“Any reason why?” You continue.

“Yesterday.”

…

“Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me.” You pat her on the shoulder. You really mean it. You don’t hold any malice towards her for what she did.

“No way Kid.” She fires back with sudden enthusiasm. She stands tall and grabs you by the collar, her breath washing over your face. “This is my fault. Don’t try and pull that sappy bullshit on me. I’m not an idiot who can’t take responsibility for her own actions.” She pushes you away, before sitting herself back down.

“Are you really going to mope in here all day?” You contend. “Doesn’t seem much like the brave, outgoing Gilda that I know.”

“I was nervous all right!” She shouts, her words dying away as she admits weakness. She motions to you with a limp hand. “There it is. That’s me. Little old nervous Gilda, scared of a damn student. Happy now?”

“This isn’t a contest.” You assert. “You could have talked to me in the first place, without hiding from the problem like it’d just go away after a while.” You walk up to her again. “I’m not going to blackmail you or anything.”

“How was I supposed to know that? I’m not psychic.” She responds. “I guess I am worrying too much over it. You’re a good kid; I can trust you to keep a secret.”

“Sure.” You turn to walk away, but a firm hand grasps your shoulder.

Gilda smirks, grabbing you and pulling you into her body. “Then you won’t mind if I return the favor then?” You’re parked on top of her bulbous thighs and held tight against her large breasts. You can feel the rock hard muscles pressing against your skin like concrete.

“W-what if somebody walks in?” You stammer with a furious blush.

“Don’t worry about it.” She coos, fondling your hardening cock through the material of your sweatpants. You squirm slightly but her one of her strong arms act as a vice grip over your chest, preventing you from escaping. You hate to admit it but you’re really enjoying the attention.

An errant hand slips under your shirt. You shiver as her hand rubs against your skin, pressing down at different points. “You’re developing nicely.” Gilda purrs into your ear. “I’m sure you’ll be getting all the ladies by the time I’m through with you.” She rubs your chest, feeling at the developing muscle that had emerged since you began her training.

Her hand slips into your pants, pulling them down to give her access to your stiff member. With a light touch she slowly begins to stroke up and down your shaft. You groan and lean back, your head resting against her tits. Gilda takes the opportunity, nipping and biting your ear lobe. “We’ve got all the time we need.” She whispers huskily. “We could do this for hours, and nobody would know.”

Her hand tightens, speeding up slightly. “Keeping you on edge, ready for that ball bursting release.” She stops, returning to the light touch from before. “Only to fly back again.” You shake your head, hoping that she doesn’t fulfill her promise. You’re left helpless as the amazon cups your balls leaving your cock unattended, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. “I hope you’ve been saving up kid. I want you to hit the door from here.”

A damp patch begins to form on the surface of her leggings. She bites her lip to hold back a moan as she plays with you. Her thighs move slightly as they rub together in an attempt to stimulate her blazing mound. You can feel the heat through your pants.

“You feel that kid? How horny you’ve made me? Coming in here alone and vulnerable so I can play with you like a toy?” Her hand moves away from your balls and back to leisurely stroking you. Your dick twitches with every light caress and touch, hyper sensitive from the orgasm denial Gilda is inflicting.

This goes on for at least half an hour with no sign of stopping. Gilda holds you in silence as she fondles and tugs at your genitals. Gilda has soaked the wooden chair with her honey; her ragged breath tells you that she’s getting close just from the situation.

Her grip hardens around your cock, letting you rise once again. This time she doesn’t show any sign of slowing down. “C’mon, show me how far you can go.” She jibes. You quake slightly as your balls pull taught against your body. You can feel a powerful surge of cum pump itself down your urethra, before blasting from the tip of your swollen cock. Thick sticky streams pump seemingly relentlessly. It isn’t quite enough to hit the door like Gilda wanted but it certainly left an impression. The streaks nearly run the length of the room.

“Wow.” Was all she could say. “I wasn’t being serious about hitting the door you know?” She said cheekily. You can’t find the strength to answer after such an explosive orgasm, so you simple roll your slightly on her mounds and drool slightly. Cum continues to run down your cock, coating Gilda’s hand and staining itself onto her black tights.

You regain your senses and chuckle nervously at the mess you created. Gilda pushes you from her lap and down onto your knees, you twist to face her, getting a close look at her powerful legs. They’re still contained within the tights, but are now stained with wads of your cum. Gilda sighs and shakes her head. “Look at the mess you made.” You don’t like where this is going. “You’re going to have to clean up kid.”

Your eyes widen as you look at her smirking visage. A rough hand grips your hair and pushes you forwards into her monolithic thighs. The smell of cum and sweat are heavy in your nostrils as she guide you to one stain near her knee. She takes it even further, pushing you into it and smearing it across your face. This is disgusting! “Lick me clean.” She demands.

Your slowly reach out with the tip of your tongue. You lightly touch the surface of the nearest blob and gag slightly at the slimy texture. You have to do this fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid. You take a deep breath and quickly slide your tongue under it, lifting it away from the rough fabric and forcing it down your gullet.

The taste is disgusting. You retch and struggle to keep it down. Knowing it’s your own only makes it worse. You reluctantly continue, thankful that the taste of Gilda’s not quite as gross sweat is there to mask the taste of your own semen.

It’s a tough process. It takes you nearly ten minutes to finally finish. Gilda looks down and smiles condescendingly. “Such a good boy.” She says in a mock posh accent. “Cleaning up his accidents.” Gilda pushes you away with a foot, forcing you onto your ass. She stands and stretches provocatively, showing of her defined abs and thick arms.

She turns around to face the chair, bending over provocatively. Her huge ass is only a short distance away from your face. The contours of her lips are clearly defined through the thin fabric of the stockings. She isn’t wearing any underwear?

You get your answer as she reaches back and rips into the stocking, revealing her weeping sex. The open window quickly brings you back to attention. “Alright, time for the main event.” She wiggles her huge ass side to side. “I doubt that your tiny prick can get me off though.”

You growl and leap to your feet. You quickly line up your hardness but at the last moment you decide to tease her for a bit. You purposefully miss and slide underneath her, covering your dick in her warm juices. She groans. “C’mon, don’t fuck with me kid!”  You chuckle and do it again, sawing your turgid member between her puffy outer lips.

Before she can shout out another complaint you plunge in. You’re surprised at just how tight she feels. The powerful muscles from her years of training instantly grab your dick in a vice grip that makes it hard to move further. “Yes!” She throws her head back in ecstasy as you slowly push further. “Fuck me with that little cock!”

Her demeaning talk would normally kill your boner faster than a woodwork lesson, but coming from the amazonian goddess in front of you it only goads you on. You manage to hilt her; you stop for a moment to cool down. Her insides are so warm that you nearly came there and then. Her walls press against your meat, compressing and caressing the sensitive nerves. It sends tingles down your spine.

You lean onto her back, her large stature easily able to accommodate your frankly small body. You slowly begin to pull out as her walls attempt to drag you back in. You pump back into her with a mighty thrust causing Gilda to scream in pleasure. Again and again, the two of you fucking like dogs in heat.

You reach around her chest and grab a handful of her colossal tits, squeezing them through her cheap white shirt. You pinch and roll her rock hard nipples in-between her fingers. “T-that’s it kid! Keep it up and I might cum.”

Your ballsack slaps against her as you speed up. She wants to cum; she’s going to get it. A competitive streak in your mind has been brought out by her. You want to prove her wrong and show her just how much of a good student you are. You aren’t getting pushed around by Brad anymore. You’re bending over the hottest woman in school.

You can’t last forever though and you feel your climax approaching. Gilda hasn’t given any indication to her being finished, so you slow down again. The feeling recedes and you can’t help but be thankful for the ball busting hand job she gave you earlier.

You snake your hands underneath her shirt, feeling the bare skin of her breast. You knead and squeeze them, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh in your palms. Gilda seems to be enjoying it too, moaning and squirming at your ministrations, pretty good for a first timer.

“Alright kid, get me off! Destroy my pussy!” The cliché porn talk gets a laugh out of you. You oblige and speed up again. You really start to pound into her. Using her breast as a leverage point for the insane amount of force you’re putting into each thrust. A squelching sound becomes prominent as you slowly begin to build towards a second orgasm.

Gilda is nearly screaming. She jabbers incomprehensibly as your sweaty bodies rub together. “Do it kid, breed me like the bitch I am!”

You never knew Gilda was into this kind of thing, not that you’re complaining. You yell as you slam inside one last time, nearly pushing Gilda of the chair. Thick streams of your cum blast into her receptive pussy. Her walls massaging it as a few paltry dribbles follow. The feeling of the weak kid coming inside her pushed Gilda off the edge. She screams as a flood of juices splatter across your crotch. She’s definitely a squirter.

Considering the buildup the final moments were kind of disappointing. You pull your flaccid cock from her folds, a small trail of cum runs down her valley and dribbles onto the floor. You have no idea how you managed to cum so much twice in a row. Gilda stands up, straightens out her shirt to cover her abused vagina and turns to you with a dopey smile on her face. You can still see the occasional drop of baby batter fall from her, but she doesn’t seem to care. She had been going commando after all.

She roughly grips you again and pulls you into an aggressive kiss. Her tongue quickly overpowers yours and snakes down your throat causing you to gag slightly. She pushes you back when she’s done molesting your throat. “Good work.”

You reach down and pull up your trousers. Thankfully they were unharmed by Gilda’s explosive orgasm. She crosses her arms and walks to the door. “Really good work. In fact, you might find a new piece of work on your regime.”

“Don’t you mean regimen?” You ask.

“No.” she smirks. She waltzes over and grips your tender cock and balls through your jogging pants. “These belong to me now squirt. You don’t have any hang-ups about this? Good because we’re going to be doing this more often.” You wince as her grip tightens. “Understood?”

You nod hoping for the pressure on your sensitive manhood to dissipate. She releases your scrotum and walks away waving as she goes.

Okay, maybe that got you a little hot under the collar. At least she isn’t scared of you anymore. You’re afraid. This little game of dominance tennis between the two of you could really get out of hand. What if somebody finds out? You slap yourself. Calm down! Just tell her, she’ll understand. Maybe tone down the flirting to keep the heat off you.

You chuckle bitterly, fat chance.