FunSize Teens – A Petite Fit Girl NAiled by her Boxing Trainer
The boxing gym was a sweaty den of punching bags, speeding balls, and pumped up fists. Amidst the grunts and smacks, one petite figure stood out -Naomi, the petite teen. Her size didn’t hold her back though; the little butterfly punched hard and fast, dodging the faded speed bag with almost girlish charm. Until Chris, her instructor, stopped her.
“You’ve got potential,” Chris said, towering over her. “But you’re small and weak.” His eyes drifted to her pert tits straining against a tight sports bra. Noticing her glare, he flashed a roguish grin. “We should work on that.”
Natural athleticism and a body that just wouldn’t quit, Naomi was a dynamo on the clock,ounding the heavy bag to Chris’s critique. “Left, right, roundhouse!” Chris called, drinking her in with every flex of muscles. Naomi glanced up just in time to see Chris check out her jiggling rear as she kicked and punched. Then Naomi stopped, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re distracting me, Coach.” She threw at him. Chris just shrugged, not even a little shameful.
“Can’t help admiring my best student,” Chris returned, giving her an appreciative once over. Naomi flushed slight, but didn’t back down. “Then admire harder,” she cracked. “While I beat your ass.” Chris laughed. “Bring it on, kitten.” He growled, pushing up his sleeves. Naomi bared her teeth, a grin tugging her peaks of flushed skin as she moved into combat stance. They began, a fire and lightning match of fists and feet, each more vicious and decisive with every hit. More dogged, Naomi blocked the punches from Chris’s ripped arms, up close and personal. Gripping her chin, Chris wrestled her in, their faces dangerously close. Naomi’s heart raced, meat meat sweat and body-heat sweltering between them. Close enough to kiss. If she moved a hair.
“You’re slipping, old man.” Naomi goaded, with a throaty giggle. Chris glowered. “Is that a challenge?” He spoke in a voice of gravel, taunting her. His other hand came down to her hip, pulling her in as he mowed her limit. Naomi moaned, her head swimming with the masculine scent of her trainer surrounding her. Muscle and sweat and more. His eyes were on fire, all intent and fascination as if he could see right through her flimsy bra and shorts. Before Naomi knew it, his mouth covered hers. Rough and thorough, his tongue nudged passed her lips. His hands gripped her just above the ass, squeezing. Naomi’s fingers dug into his forearms as she grinded against him, feeling the hard bulge of him straining in his shorts. The dance became a tangle, of lips and hands moving over them possessively. Chris thrust his hips into hers and Naomi gasped, crying out.
Arching as he covered one hard nipple with his thumb, her shorts and panties were peeled off. They fell to the floor and Naomi stepped out of them, exposed. The humidity bathed them in salty sweat as Chris pushed her to hands and knees on the tatami mats. Naomi panted, wiggling her rear as he knelt behind. Chris slid his calloused hands over her rear, squeezing. “So firm and fine.” He rumbled with satisfaction. Hissing at the cold of lube on her rear entry, Naomi flinched. Then she squeaked as Chris pressed two fingers in deep. Gripping the mats, Naomi panted hard, her breath coming in short gasps. Chris slid slowly in and out, finger fucking her as he talked big.
“I’m going to split this ass open.” Chris promised hot and growling in Naomi’s ear. Naomi whimpered, shoving her rear back on his pumping digits. He thumbed her tight rear plug hole as he went, and Naomi keened, arching. Then the fight was over and something else took its place. Chris took off his shorts and rolled on a condom. His thick, juicy cock sprang out, fat and hard as his thumb pressed her rear. Naomi shuddered, pushing back. She could take it. Shoving his cock deep, she cried out, a guttural moan. Her eyes rolled back as he went in deep, his heavy sack smacking her soaked pussy lips. Thrust by pump thrust, he fucked her, gripping hips and full tits as he pumped. Naomi found herself pushing back in time, gripping the mats as he fucked her relentless. Panting on the mat, the sweat dripped off her tits and onto the floor. She cried out at every smack of fat cock and balls on her clit and rear. Over her shoulder Naomi watched Chris’s abs flex and glisten as he took her, wet slap slap, bounce bounce.
“Coach Chris! Oh fuck…” Naomi sobbed, pushing back/babbling and shaking, cunt dripping so the rope bounces below, thick sap wet. Chris just fucked harder, splitting her open, her cries so sweet and high and needy. Her body responded to his wild gyrations body-racking each thrust. Building combination inside, fast and hot, Chris thick deep down & shallow, harder & harder, until Naomi’s thumping hit the punching bag. All the while Chris worked her,from behind and stimulated her up and down the rigging of the solitary universe to hit the spot where every sensation burned the line between pleasure and pain, like his steady pelvic thrust thrust.
The pain was her greatest pleasure, and Chris was savoring it like the masochist that Naomi was.
Moans gush to her square, thrusting through the shock and chain of her climax, shaking gripping to tremble the coarse bindings clenched within those wild imaginings. Drunk and delirious Naomi wiggled and shook.
When Naomi came it was with a wail of mindless bliss and relief from the intensity of a monkey-balling that was almost worth living for. After, Chris took hold of her, flipped her over to knee pleasure underwear and stain pounding her hit with merciless focus. Hard slaps of his hips into Naomi’s thighs and reach increasingly spit by the steady paced of a good pounding. The final hurtle, Naomi multi-orgasmed past the point of incoherence with choked screaming, until their climax set them both free. Chris pushing his dick deep inside, flooding his jizz inside her like an explosion and Naomi dazed with resounding body-fuck-love. Through the final throes and slow rolls of the cock and ponderous heart rate, Naomi caught her breath and lay still, a puddle of languid haze good of delicate skin and heat. She was loose pleasure, limp, and overworked and sweat- sweet.
