Sweet Sixteenth
by Sportster
A teenage girl decides to have some fun with her ex-coach

I’m sixteen...
I’m beautiful...
and you’re mine...

Kevin was going over his bank balance and bills again when he heard 
the doorbell ring. Glancing out the window of  next to his desk, he saw 
an unfamiliar car parked in front of his two-story townhouse - one of 
those trendy sports utility vehicles, that guzzled up gas by the gallons 
because they had managed to evade environmental restrictions. The 
sun on this warm spring day glimmered off the blue paint; with a finish 
like that it had to be new. 

Kevin trotted down the stairs and took a quick look out the peephole. 

He was surprised to see the shoulder-length blond hair, sparkling white 
teeth and blue eyes of Erin Kendall. He opened the door. “Erin! What 
are you doing here?”

The energetic young girl burst into the apartment, giving him a hug with 
such energy that it knocked Kevin back several feet. Embracing him 
tight, she exclaimed “Hi Kevin! I wanted to show you my birthday 

present - my grandparents gave it to me yesterday when I turned 16, 
and then I passed my driver’s license test this morning, and then mom 
said I could drive around all afternoon! “

Without giving the young man a chance to reply, the exuberant 
teenager grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to the beautiful car. 
She opened the driver’s door and pointed out all the features in the car, 
pouring out her excitement without pausing to take a breath. As she did 
so, half Kevin’s attention was on the car, and half was reflecting on the 
how much this girl, who he remembered as a cute child, was growing 
into an attractive young woman. Not beautiful; her facial features were 
not unattractive, but far from cover girl material, but nevertheless 
attractive. 

He had first known Erin when she was a 9 year old swimmer, and he 
was just starting to coach swimming for a local club team after 
graduating college. He was coaching the young kids on the team, and 
Erin quickly had shown herself to be the star of the group, faster than 
any of the girls or boys in her training program. Erin had remained in 
his group for two years before moving onto more advanced groups, but 
they had remained friendly, as Kevin remained with all his ex-swimmers 
who kept with the sport: seeing each other at practices, meets, social 
functions, and so on. Like many of the girls her age, at age 13 Erin had 
begun experimenting with flirtation with Kevin, a practice that amused 
Kevin; his theory was that young teenagers tried flirting with older 
people because it was ‘safe,’ giving them practice for the far more 
important skill of flirting with their own friends.

Erin had been a versatile, all-around athlete when Kevin had coached 
her, skilled at all the competitive strokes as well as many other sports, 
but in the last few years had made a commitment to swimming. Her 
combination of strength and endurance made her ideal for swimming 
the middle distances, and she was the top-ranked female swimmer in 
the state in several events. 

At a shade over 5’10“, she was lanky but muscular, probably weighing 
around 140 pounds. The warm weather had compelled her to wear a 
tank-top and shorts, showing off her athletic physique and her long, 
strong, legs. As she leaned over to point out the car radio, Erin’s calves 
balled up in a curving shape, and as she lifted a leg and rested it in the 
doorway her thigh muscles bulged with power. Kevin smiled to himself, 
and said in his head that he was glad he only coached little kids; 
working with young girls such as Erin on a daily basis would be quite a 
temptation. As a former swimmer himself, he found the athletic look of 
swimmers to be quite sexy; he was not a breast or ass-man, but a leg 
and shoulder-man - athletic legs and shoulders, that is.

“Well, congratulations - and Happy Birthday! “ Kevin finally said, after 
Erin had finished showing off her new present. “It’s a great car, and a 
helluva present. “

“Thanks, Kevin,“ Erin said with a grin, hopping down and closing the 
car door. “Hey, I’m thirsty - could I have a drink of water? “ Without 
waiting for a reply, she grabbed Kevin’s arm and pulled the 28 year old 
man into his townhouse. As they entered the building, Kevin saw one of 
Erin’s legs fly back, and immediately the heavy door slammed behind 
them. “Whoops - sorry,” Erin said.

“Be right back,” Kevin said, and he walked into the kitchen. 

Having filled a glass of water from the cooler, Kevin turned around  - 
right into Erin, who had silently slipped into the entrance to the kitchen. 
His eyes looked right at her nose, and then had to lift a bit to see her 
eyes, about an inch about his own. The bubbly teenager grabbed the 
glass from Kevin, drank it in one gulp, and having put the glass down 
on the counter she embraced the older man in a giant hug, reaching 
around his arms to surround his whole body. “Oh Kevin, it feel’s so 
cool; I can come visit you whenever I want now!”

Somewhat startled, and a little nervous, Kevin hugged the girl back. 
“Yeah, that’s great, but you got other things to do...and besides, it 
might not be the best idea for you to come by too often.” 

Kevin released his hug with this statement, assuming that Erin would 
do the same, but to his discomfort she pulled him into an even tighter 
embrace. “Why wouldn’t it be a great idea?” she asked, her mouth 
breathing into his ear. “We can hang out, watch TV, have fun - just like 
we do on those travel meets.”

Kevin started to feel a bit restricted as Erin’s powerful embrace made 
him arch slightly backwards. “That’s different, Erin...those are with the 
team, not just the two of us!”

A giggle came into Kevin’s ear, and the laughing caused Erin to shake 
him in her hug. “But Kevin, those weren’t how I want to ‘have fun!’” 

With that, Erin’s already strong embrace turned into a vice of steel. 
Kevin could feel the air being driven out of his lungs, and he tried to 
break her grip. He was not in his competitive swimmer shape anymore, 
and even then he had never had the success that Erin had, but he still 
swam a few days a week, lifted weights and rode his bike. However, as 
he tried his hardest Erin just sighed and snuggled even closer. “Please, 
Erin...you’re hurting me!” he finally exclaimed, giving up the struggle as 
he did so. 

With that, Erin lifted him up in her bear hug, and then boosted him up 
until he was draped over one of her firm, muscular shoulder. The 
teenage girl bounced up the stairs as if she was carrying a backpack 
over her shoulder, instead of a 160 pound man twelve years her senior. 
His face bounced against her back, but he couldn’t help noticing her 
smooth, tanned, sexy skin as her muscles bulged. 

“Let’s see...that must be the bedroom,” she said in a cheerful voice, 
and then she actually ran a few steps into the room. From his unusual 
perspective, Kevin had a perfect glance of what he had only glimpsed 
earlier; Erin shifted her weight to one leg and in one swift motion her 
other leg rocketed back and slammed the door shut. “Whoops, sorry 
again,” came a voice that sounded anything but.

Then Kevin saw the room tilt through the air, and the next thing he 
knew he hand landed on his bed, flat on his back. Stunned and still 
trying to catch his breath, he could only watch as Erin ran across the 

room, grabbed his cellular phone, and climbed on top of his chest. Her 
smooth, muscular thighs pinned his arms against his body, applying a 
pressure that made him feel like he was bound in a straightjacket. He 
tried to sit up, but the giggling girl put one arm on his chest and, using 
her superior leverage, pushed him back down gently. He then tried to 
shake her off using his legs and hips, but she smiled and moved back 
slightly, rendering his efforts useless. 

“Shh...just rest quietly, little Kevie,” she teased. “I gotta make a phone 
call.” She brushed her hair back, revealing a sizable bicep in the 
process, and dialed rapidly. While waiting for the phone to ring, she 
smiled at Kevin and reached behind him. To both his horror and 
delight, she began pushing his shorts and boxers down, and then 
began to reach below and fondle him while she talked on the phone.

“Hi, mom, it’s Erin. I guess you’re out running or at the club or 
something. Anyway, I was just calling to say that I picked up Carrie at 
her house, and we’re driving down to the river. It’s such a beautiful day, 
I think we’ll park the car there and take a long walk. We’ll probably grab 
a bite to eat on the way back, so I’ll be back after dinner. Have a good 
workout - bye!”

Clicking the phone off, Erin smiled down at the captive man. “Well, 
that’s taken care of. Now we can have some fun!” Her hands kept 
fondling Kevin, who felt himself grow erect.

“Erin, you can’t do this!” His mind frantically began to think of ways to 
convince her to leave, while trying not to be overwhelmed by the feeling 
of arousal that was telling him to give in. “What if your mom calls 
Carrie? You’ll get caught!”

Leaning forward, Erin moved her hand from below to the front, reaching 
under the neck of his shirt and fondling his chest. “Silly Kevie-poo. I did 
pick up Carrie earlier, and dropped her off at the river - with her 
boyfriend. If my mom calls, Carrie’s parents will tell her I’m at the river 
with you.” 

With that, Erin grabbed hold of his T-shirt and, holding down with the 
other hand, ripped the front of it down the middle, leaving his chest 
bare. With a wolf-like grin, she reached down and begin to lick his neck 
and his chest muscles. “Mmmm, you do have nice muscles, Kevin,” she 
said. “Now just hold tight.”

Erin uncurled her long smooth legs and got off Kevin. As she walked 
over to put the phone back on the cradle, Kevin gathered his wits and 
jumped up. Kicking off the shorts and boxers that had fallen around his 
knees, he realized what he had to do. She had surprised him before, 
but now he could get her first and somehow get her out of his house. 

As she put down the phone, Erin turned and, seeing Kevin, began to 
laugh. “You look so silly,” she said between laughs. 

Kevin looked down at himself; he was wearing a T-shirt ripped all the 
way down the front, socks and shoes - and nothing else. Looking back 
up, he stammered, “Lisa, you’ve got to get out of here now. I’ll throw 
you out if I have to!”

“Oh Kevie-poo...” she said, and in two quick steps her long legs took 
her right in front of Kevin. He flailed at her with his right arm, but she 
smoothly tilted to the side and thrust her fist into Kevin’s gut. With a 
gasp, he fell to his knees. He felt a strong grip on his neck, and then he 
was yanked up to his feet and hurled onto his bed. The force of the 
throw was so great that he kept on rolling right off the other side of the 
bed onto the floor, where he lay stunned.

He looked up, and up, and up Erin’s long legs, which ended in a pair of 
tiny shorts. She stood over him, leaning slightly so that he could see 
her breasts (not overly large, but developing - clearly her heavy 
exercise prevented her from getting overly endowed, but they were 
definitely noticeable) pushing against her tank-top; he realized that she 
was without a bra. He could see her arm and shoulder muscles. While 
she clearly was in excellent shape (no one could be as successful in 
swimming as she was without working out 8 times a week), and she 
was slightly taller than him, but her muscles were definitely smaller 
than his. How could this be happening? 

With a grin, Erin grabbed the remnants of his T-shirt in each hand and 
pulled him to his feet. He grabbed her arms to push her away, but she 

calmly and easily pushed him against the wall and, ignoring his efforts, 
pulled the shirt down and off of him. She then grabbed his hands and 
held them to his     side and, closing her eyes, bent over to seal his 
mouth with a kiss. Erin’s tongue explored his mouth, forcing his own 
tongue aside and pinning it to the bottom of his mouth. At the same 
time one of her thighs spread his legs apart and, with what felt to Kevin 
like a piece of hard wood covered in the smoothest of silk, began to rub 
against his groin. He felt himself become aroused again, while at the 
same time he began to feel dizzy from the loss of air. Erin’s superiod 
conditioning allowed her to keep working on his mouth, while he began 
to slip down against the wall; if it hadn’t been for her thigh holding him 
up, he would have fallen to the ground.

Finally, Erin pulled away from Kevin. While the adult man began to 
gasp for air, the teenager looked as fresh as ever. She let go of his 
hands, which had felt like they were going to break during her 
passionate kiss, and caressed his cheeks. “Come on, Kevin…I can tell 
by the way you’ve looked at me in my Speedo that you like my body…I 
notice you checking me out when you think I’m not looking. We can 
have some fun together, as long as you just do it my way.”

With a last effort, Kevin pushed Erin away. “Look, this just CAN’T 
happen, OK? Now get out of here before we both get into real trouble.”

The smile left Erin’s face, and was replaced by a look Kevin had seen 
before; the look that Erin had before getting up on the blocks before a 
race, the look she had when in the middle of a difficult practice, the 
look she had when mad at one of her teammates for one of the 
innumerable things teenagers do to each other.  

“Look, Kevin, this IS going to happen, like it or not. And I’m going to like 
it, even if you don’t.” 

Desperate, Kevin charged at her, clumsily reaching out with both arms. 
Erin snatched his left arm in both hands and deftly ducked behind his 
back, bringing his arm back in a vicious hammerlock. She poured her 
power into the move, lifting his arm up higher than it had been in a 
LONG time. Kevin yelled out in pain, but Erin just forced him down to 
his knees. Putting her own knee into his back, she increased the 
leverage. 

“Please…stop! I’ll do anything you say!” Kevin screamed out.

“Well, duh,” said the exasperated adolescent, with a much calmer tone 
to her voice. Bending down, she grabbed his right arm and brought it 
behind his back, then grabbed both of his hands in her left hand, her 
long, slender fingers rending them immobile. She grabbed his hair and 
pulled him up onto the bed, face down. Her free hand reached down 
and pulled off his last remnants of clothing, his shoes and socks. 

“Kevie-poo, we are going to have fun together. But I do have to teach 
you a lesson, so you’ll never try something like that again.” 

Kevin felt himself lifted up slightly, as Erin slid under him so that she 
was sitting on the edge of the bed while he lay face down on her lap. 
She pulled him to a point where his crotch was between her legs; then, 
showing her amazing flexibility, she rotated one leg to the side and 

around and over his legs, so that she held him in a scissors. His penis 
was pressed against her other thigh, so firmly that even though he felt 
himself become erect again, the firmness of her gorgeous legs kept him 
confined. “Oh no…” Kevin thought to himself.

WHAP! It felt like a 2x4 had slammed down onto his bare rear end. 
WHAP! WHAP! A pain such as he had never felt before coursed 
through his body, and still it kept on coming. WHAP! WHAP! Kevin 
screamed out, but she ignored his cries and kept at it. WHAP! WHAP! 
WHAP!

After 10 whaps she stopped. She then flipped the bigger, older man 
over and grinned, “Now we have some fun.” Pulling him onto the bed, 

the teenager straddled him, with her long legs again holding him down 
tight. And once again, her hand reached behind her, grabbing and 
fondling - only this time with an intensity far beyond what she had 
previously shown. Her other hand pulled the light tank-top off her chest, 
and she grabbed his hand and pulled it up, pressing her breasts 
against his mouth. He had no choice but to begin licking, while his 
lower parts began building to a climax. Finally, he lost control. At the 
same time, she tilted him so that he spewed all over his sheets. 

Erin let the exhausted older man collapse back onto the sheets. “Wow, 
that was pretty cool,” she said. Grabbing his chin again, she looked him 
directly in the eyes. “That’s it for now - don’t worry, I’m not going to 
rape you…though it might be fun to try.”

Kevin froze, but Erin went on. “I like you and all, Kevin, but I’m not 
wasting myself on you. But this was fun…sorta like a science 
experiment.” 

She got up and put on her tank top. “Anyway, I’ll be back soon. I’ll think 
of some things for you to do for me…and maybe to me. I’ll have 
something fun for you too.”

Erin bounced to the doorway, and turned around with her gorgeous, 
teenaged smile setting her face aglow. “And maybe next time I’ll bring 
Carrie with me!”

She turned and skipped down the hall. As he heard her bounce down 
the steps and out the door, Kevin turned over and groaned in 
desperation.