Petite cheerleader licks MILF coaches pussy

The petite, perky cheerleader, Christy, had just finished her routine for the day. Her supple young body was glistening with sweat as she towelled herself off. Coach Jenna, a statuesque MILF in her late thirties, approached the young athlete with a stern expression. “Christy, a word in my office please,” she said, her voice dripping with underlying suggestion.

Christy followed Coach Jenna into the small room, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and lurking excitement. She had always found the older woman’s commanding aura and buxom figure strangely alluring. Coach Jenna closed the door behind them and leaned against it, eyeing the teen like a wolf sizing up its prey.

“You’ve been slacking off in practice, Christy. I expect better from my girls,” she said, her green eyes flashing.

“I-I’m sorry Coach,” Christy stammered, hanging her head. “I’ll do better, I promise.”

“I know you will,” Coach Jenna purred, pushing off the door and sauntering toward the vulnerable teen. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to… punish you.”

Christy’s wide blue eyes snapped up to meet Coach Jenna’s hungry gaze. A thrill shot through her, equal parts fear and deep, forbidden desire. She knew this wasn’t right, but something about the predatory look in her coach’s eyes made her throb with illicit need.

“P-punish me?” Christy managed to whisper, her lips suddenly dry.

Coach Jenna nodded, a slow, serpentine smile spreading across her face as she backed the trembling girl against the wall. She placed a strong hand on the cheerleader’s slender hip, fingers digging possessively into soft flesh. “Oh yes, sweetheart. I’ll punish this naughty little body of yours until you’re screaming for mercy.”

With her other hand, Jenna reached out and trailed a painted nail down Christy’s jaw, making the girl shiver. “I think my tongue will make an adequate switch today. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like your coach’s wicked tongue all over your tight, virginal body?”

Christy whimpered and squirmed, thighs rubbing together as her arousal soared. She knew she should tell the older woman to stop, that this was wrong, but all she could manage was a breathy “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” Jenna coaxed, fingers slipping under the hem of Christy’s tiny skirt.

“Yes, Coach,” Christy gasped, managing to choke out the title through her haze of lust. “Please punish me with your mouth. I’ve been so bad…”

“Such a naughty girl,” Jenna growled approvingly. In one swift motion, she ripped Christy’s flimsy panties away and shoved the girl’s legs apart. “Your coach is going to eat this juicy peach until you’re sobbing in ecstasy.”

Not wasting another second, Jenna dropped to her knees and buried her face between Christy’s shaking thighs. The cheerleader let out a strangled moan as a hot, questing tongue made contact with her dripping slit. She gripped Coach Jenna’s dark hair with frantic fingers, nails digging into the woman’s scalp as Jenna feasted on her like a starving animal.

“Oh my God, Coach!” Christy wailed, hips bucking helplessly into the older woman’s ravaging mouth. “It feels so good!”

Jenna growled against Christy’s pussy, the vibrations making the teen quake. She lapped greedily at the murmuring girl’s slit, drinking in every honeyed drop like ambrosia. Her strong fingers gripped Christy’s toned ass, pulling the girl’s cunt impossibly harder against her hungry lips and probing tongue.

As Coach Jenna nibbled on her engorged clit, Christy threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy, fingers twisting painfully in the MILF’s hair. Her eyes rolled back in bliss, seeing stars as expert suction and devious flicks of tongue pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” Jenna commanded, releasing Christy’s swollen bud only to start fucking her mercilessly with that wicked tongue. “Sit on my face and drown me in your cum, my naughty little thing…”

Christy mewled desperately, pleasure sizzling through her veins like liquid fire. She ground herself mindlessly against Coach Jenna’s face, painting the older woman’s lips and chin with her musky essence as she chased her climax.

“Coach, Coach!” she keened, seconds away from shattering. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna come so hard!”

Jenna’s only response was to sink her teeth into Christy’s clit and lap frantically over it, making the petite athlete see fireworks behind her tightly clenched lids. With a hoarse scream, Christy came undone, her whole body seizing as she exploded in wave after wave of mind-melting bliss.

Her coach drank down every sweet spasm, until finally Christy collapsed bonelessly against the wall, panting and trembling. Jenna stood and licked her lips, tasting Christy’s lingering musk. She smiled down at the wrecked little cheerleader with satisfaction.

“I think you’ve been thoroughly punished,” she said silkily. “But I have a feeling this won’t be the last time a naughty girl like you needs her coach’s discipline…”

With a smug wink, Jenna turned and sauntered out, leaving Christy leaning weakly against the wall. Christy knew she should be ashamed of herself, should march straight to the principal’s office and report her sexual misconduct… But all she could think of was when she would get to taste sweet, forbidden submission at Coach Jenna’s hands again.