Free Coaching Missy by Ellie Saxx

 
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    “Look, Missy, don’t be alarmed,” Beth said. “This is
standard procedure for all freshman sisters.”
    She went on to explain the spring semester service
requirement for the girls’ sorority, Sigma Epsilon Xi. “Everyone on campus
knows that the SEX ladies are the absolute best fucks around. This is serious
for us. It’s practically our trademark: the best parties, the hottest women,
and definitely the most talented in the bedroom. So each freshman has to go
through a round of training at the end of her first year to make sure, as she
heads into a long summer break, that she’s well-equipped to represent SEX well.
Got it?”
    Missy frowned and gave Beth a sidelong glance. The two were
sharing a large, puffy couch in the sorority house’s main living room. Beth
leafed through a stack of papers and scratched notes with a pencil.
     “Our service project...is fucking?” Missy asked.
    “Exactly!”
    “I don’t have to do a bake sale or something, for stray cats
and dogs, nothing like that?”
    “Nope. Just go to one or two coaching sessions with a select
instructor here on campus.”
    “Well, sign me up, then! I mean, I thought I was doing well
in that department. Robby sure didn’t complain, and I met my minimum quota
easily. Ten guys in the fall semester!”
    “Oh, I’m sure you’ve been just fine,” Beth said. “We
wouldn’t have picked you if we hadn’t seen potential. This is to make sure
you’re staying on the right track. Always improving, skill building, things
like that.”
    “So who’s my instructor?” Missy asked.
    “For you, it’s a piece of cake. You already work for the
baseball team, right? You’ve been assigned to Stephen, the assistant coach.
Meet him after practice tonight. He’ll take you through the first session.”
    Missy was the junior clubhouse attendant for the team so she
knew Stephen well. She hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off him. He was a
former player, recently graduated, and he was just like all the other players –
tall, muscular, and tan from so many hours working on the practice fields. Except
Stephen was bigger, sexier, and more confident than everyone else. He commanded
attention on the field. He was quite literally a man among boys.
    Missy was sure of this because every once in awhile, when
she felt brave, she peeked into the group shower to check out the guys.
    Stephen is just the man to coach me up, Missy thought. Just
the cock to coach me up. It was time to go further her education.
    She ran up to her room and put on her shortest shorts and a
gray athletic department t-shirt that was a size too small. Missy had firm,
ripe breasts that stretched the college’s logo until the mascot, a hawk, looked
fat and plump. She didn’t wear a bra – it was important that Stephen knew she
was a serious student – and she wanted her breasts to bounce freely. Plus, she
got hot at the thought of guys watching her as she went to her appointment.
That wouldn’t hurt, would it? A little preliminary wetness to make sure she was
prepared.
    Missy completed the outfit with running shoes and low-cut
socks that emphasized her long, lean legs. She practically ran to the baseball
stadium.
    Missy remembered that Stephen frequently showered after the
team left, and she had a hunch that would be the case on this particular day.
Sure enough, as she lingered near the locker room entrance, Missy heard a
single shower start up. She tiptoed toward the steamy center of the room.
Everyone else was gone. Stephen’s towel dangled on a hook. She yanked it free
and tossed it into a nearby laundry bin. Then she hid every other towel in
sight...except for one that she kept tucked behind her back.
    Beth had already called ahead to schedule the session, but
Missy wanted to add a little surprise. She waited in a corner of the locker
room that gave her a good vantage point of the shower area entrance. A faucet
squeaked off.
    “Hey!” Stephen shouted. “Who took my damn towel?