Coach JeffyWhen I was sixteen, I was privileged to be with a man almost three times my age and it was the best experience ever. He was my soccer coach and one day after practice he asked me to stay after so that he could stretch me out. I had gotten hurt during practice so I didn't see this as completely unusual. Coach Jeffy was a very handsome man, 47 years old and was always so loving and fatherly to all of his pla
"Coach Jeffy" I called so that he looked back at me, I swayed my legs open a bit. "Thank you so much for stretching me out Coach Jeffy." I said very flirtatiously. All he could do was smile at me, I could see a bulge in his pants forming.
"Coach Jeffy, I'm still very very tight, can you stretch me out in other ways Coach Jeffy?" I said with a wink up at him.
"You know, Stace, if you plan to flirt, you better plan to back up your words." Coach Jeffy told me, now not hiding his gaze.
"Oh, I can back up each and every single word, don't you worry Coach Jeffy. Howabout you try me?"
He nearly threw me over his shoulder on the way to the soccer shed before tearing my clothes off and giving me the **** of a lifetime. After that first time, Coach Jeffy stayed after practice to "stretch me out" at least once a week, if not more.