The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 by vegitto306,vegitto306 Author’s Note: I decided to write this story after the comments from many readers of my Slut MILF series, that Avy needed a story of her own. This was eventually have lots of incestuous gangbangs like my other series but I’ve approached it a bit differently this time

Also, since the story is divided into 5 chapters so folks can pickup and pause at certain sections as per their choice.

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“Yes! I can’t believe it! The Richmond Rattlers have done it; they’re through to the playoffs!” The announcer cheered over the loudspeaker as the crowd went crazy.

“Avy, you did it!” Miguel cheered, hugging me tightly while the entire school celebrated in the stands. I however was looking dumbstruck at the score. ‘I can’t believe that they actually won!’ I thought to myself as I watched my husband, the principal, celebrate our school team’s victory.

An hour later, I was still in a state of shock as I watched the team strip out of their shorts in front of me in the team shower room. Each boy was more muscular than the next, and I blushed furiously at the sight of bulges in each of their boxers.

Meanwhile, I stood in front of them, their substitute coach. With my bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, big 36DD tits on my curvy body and big bubble butt, I knew I looked out of place as the only white woman in front of five half-naked 18-year-old black athletes in the boy’s locker room. My beautiful face betrayed my nervousness as I stared blankly back at the team of black teenage studs.

“I should never have listened to Isis!” I whispered to myself, shaking my head.

***

Chapter 1 : The Bet

Two Months Ago

I’m Avy Scott, the school biology teacher. I’m happily married to Miguel, the school principal and the love of my life. We’ve got two amazing kids: Kayla, my elder daughter, a senior in school and Manny, my younger son. I had always wanted to be a teacher; I was the youngest teacher to join Richmond High at 25, and even after being here for 11 years now, I still love teaching.

Richmond High was always an average-sized public school, but after Miguel became principal, things changed. He’d focussed on academics first, getting our student scores above national averages within two years of joining. After that, he also decided to aim for sports, hiring two great coaches, Coach Carter and Coach Simmons, for the baseball and basketball teams.

Things seemed to be going well with baseball, with Coach Carter being an excellent fit. But, in my opinion, Coach Simmons was a horrible pick for the basketball team. He may have been a famous coach with excellent credentials and a stellar record. But to me, he was the most obnoxious pig of a human I’d ever met.

His game plan didn’t make any sense to me at all, and I knew my stuff. I had played basketball for four years during college, making it onto the state champion team. I had even been scouted by a few recruiters before I realized that I preferred Teaching as a career, rather than aim to be a professional athlete.

However, even though I’d become a biology teacher at the school; I loved basketball and made sure to attend every game, supporting my school team, the Richmond Rattlers. We had always been an average team and had high hopes for improving in the rankings after Coach Simmons joined. But after a couple of games watching the Rattlers get pummeled by our opponents, I just had to say something. One day, after a bad match, where we had lost by more than twenty points. I went up to the coach to give some feedback.

I headed up straight to his office, fully intent on giving him a piece of my mind. “I don’t know why you keep sending your point guard to cover their centre?” I fumed at the man.

Coach Simmons was a man in his early 40s, with thick grey hair and a permanent smug look on his face. He was busy signing some forms in his office but paused and looked back at me when I entered, eyeing my body from my heels to my tight pencil skirt. His eyes lingered at the cleavage of my breasts before he spoke in his thick drawl, “And why the F- should I listen to the biology teacher about basketball plays?”

I blushed, taken aback and replied, my voice faltering slightly. “Y-you are not the only one who knows a thing or two about basketball. You’re covering our centre man with a guard half his height! How do you expect that to work? You need to switch it up with your strategies, or we will never win.”

His eyes never left my tits as he chuckled in condescension, “I’ll make a note of that, sweetheart. Now run along and teach those kids biology, eh? Don’t worry your pretty little head about the basketball team now…” he turned away dismissively without listening to me further.

This continued for the next two months, I would try to talk to coach Simmons many times about his plays, but he would just stand there leering at my tits all the time to listen to me. I tried talking to Miguel, but he only laughed, telling me to leave the Coach alone.

However, after our basketball team lost five games in a row, the boys were so disheartened that most dropped out of the team. Rather than accept his mistake and work on it, Coach Simmons quit and joined one of the other schools in our district instead, claiming that nothing could be done for the team if the boys themselves weren’t talented.

***

“See. I told you for months that he was a bad fit. But you didn’t listen to me Miguel!” I told off my husband.

“And I already said that I’m sorry Avy. But that still doesn’t help me. We need a new coach fast and I am out of options.” he sighed and shook his head while sitting behind his desk.

“Make sure you hire someone who actually knows something about the sport. Don’t just hire them based on their reputations!” I said as I leaned over my husband’s desk.

“Yes, Avy. I will make sure to hire someone who has atleast the same knowledge of the game as you do–” he began speaking and then paused as he eyed me up, a smile forming on his lips.

“What? What are you thinking, Miguel?” I knew that smile, and it always meant trouble for me.

“Why don’t you be the substitute coach, Avy?”

“What! Are you crazy? I’m the biology teacher. I know about basketball but nothing about coaching 18-year-old boys.”

“Please, Avy! It’ll just be for a few months,” he pleaded with me. “Simmons left us with only five players. We’ve already lost the five games, and I need someone to keep the team together until I find a replacement.”

I was tempted; it might be a chance to prove myself after months of being ignored. But it just wasn’t possible.

“Miguel, I’ve got my own classes to handle…” I protested, flipping my blonde hair out of my face as I looked at him. “And I don’t think you’d ever get the school board to approve a woman to take over the boy’s team. It’s never happened before.”

“You don’t need to worry about that; I’ll handle them, and regarding the workload, it’s not going to be much. There are only five players left on the team. Coach Carter’s son, Duane, is the captain; he’s good enough to lead and train the team. But I need at least one adult who knows at least a little bit of basketball to be there during practice so that we actually have a team left by the time I can find a replacement…” Miguel reasoned with me. I sighed and shook my head, knowing he wouldn’t give this up.

“Alright, alright”, I nodded reluctantly; I could never say ‘No’ to Miguel if he needed me.

“Thanks, babe” Miguel grinned and kissed me on the cheek. “I promise that you won’t have a hard time. Duane’s a good leader, and he can help you out!”

That is how I ended up at the school basketball court the following Saturday after school, along with Migue. Duane, Jake, Kyle, Marvin and Winston, the last five players on Richmond High’s basketball team, stood in front of us. They were each over 6 feet tall, with Duane being the tallest at 6’4″. They were all in my biology class, average students at best, who hardly ever paid attention to me in class.

But as I stood in front of them, dressed in my tight pencil skirt with a white blouse, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious with all five eyes trained on me. Duane, in particular, had a cheeky grin as he eyed me up and down.

“So Ms. Avy has been kind enough to agree to be the substitute coach for the team until we find a replacement”, Miguel announced sternly. “I expect you boys to treat her with respect and listen to her until we get a regular.”

I noticed Duane smirking at Miguel’s words, nudging Marvin next to him and whispering something in his ear. Marvin’s eyes widened, and I caught him looking at me with a dirty smile on his lips. My cheeks flushed red, and I looked away quickly.

“Duane! Pay attention…” Miguel snapped at Duane, “You’re the captain, and I expect you to set an example. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Principal Martinez”, Duane replied cockily, “We’ll make sure to take VERY good care of your wife.”

The way he stressed the word ‘very’ made my blush deepen, and Miguel glared at Duane before nodding and leaving me alone with them. I swallowed nervously, adjusting the hem of my skirt, wishing I had worn something longer.

I know that I am a very attractive woman; Miguel constantly tells me that, but with these five eighteen-year-old black boys staring at me, I suddenly felt like my long wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and curvy body with big breasts, and wide hips weren’t such a great thing anymore.

“Ok, boys”, I began awkwardly once Miguel had left, “Principal Martinez thinks we can still turn things around for the championship this year…”

“Does he now?” Duane cut me off, stepping closer, “Maybe if we had a real coach instead of a bored science teacher filling in for her husband…”

“Excuse me?” I frowned, taken aback by Duane’s cockiness. “I know I’m only filling in temporarily, but I played basketball myself, so please show me some respect, Duane. I AM still your Coach.”

“Oh…Reeeaaally?” He smirked again, stepping even closer to me. He towered over me in his jersey shorts and sneakers, making me look up at him. I couldn’t help but notice his board shoulders and muscular arms.

“And how do you propose to ‘help’ us win? This ain’t biology class, Ms. Avy…” he teased me, licking his lips as he stared at my tits.

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” I demanded angrily, my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes at the young man before me. I glanced at the other boys who had spread out on the court, watching us intently.

“What it means is that we’ll continue to train the way we want to… and you can stand there and watch…’Coach’.” he said condescendingly before turning around to join the other boys as he led them back to the court. I fumed silently, glaring at their backs. This was going to be harder than I thought…

***

I’ve never been one to give up on any challenge. I started coming early to practices, watching videos, and trying to analyse their gameplay and strengths. During practice, I spent the entire time shouting instructions to Duane and the boys, trying to get them to listen.

However, the boys seemed more interested in checking out my body than listening to me. Whenever I got them to line up for me, their eyes were glued to my long legs and tits, making me wonder if they even heard a single thing I was telling them to do. So I made sure to dress conservatively in loose-fitting sweatpants and baggy jackets, hoping to stop Duane and the others from ogling me. But no matter what I wore, whenever they stood in front of me, I always felt their eyes on me, undressing my curvy body rather than listening to my instructions.

The problem was Duane; he was a fantastic player with natural talent. Charismatic and a natural leader, he actually led the team quite well. The other boys followed him like sheep, doing whatever he said. But he was also very cocky and arrogant, openly flirting with me while ignoring everything I said.

It got to the point where I would shout out tips and suggestions, and Duane would have his team do the complete opposite, grinning at me as he did so, driving in the point that this team would only do what he wanted. Duane had to be reined in if I needed to whip these guys into shape.

***

“Duane, can you stay behind after practice today? I need to talk to you,” I told the cocky teenager as the team walked back to the showers after practice one day.

The other boys gave their captain a teasing smirk, clapping him on his back as they headed to the showers. Duane, however, only shrugged, approaching me casually once everyone else had left. I was standing by the bleachers, waiting for him with my clipboard.

“Something bothering you, Coach Avy?” he smirked at me, standing before me with a towel draped across his shoulders. His jersey shorts hung low on his hips, revealing his tight abs. He was sweaty from practice; beads of perspiration trickled slowly down his chest and big muscular arms.

This was the first time I was alone with him, and for the first time, I realized just how big Duane really was. I blushed slightly as I looked up at him, as my eyes traced his chiselled black body. Despite my anger, I couldn’t help but admire his amazing physique. He reminded me of the black basketball stars I fantasised about when I was younger. He was THAT hot!

“I..uhhh..I wanted to talk to you about practice, Duane…” I blushed and stammered, trying to focus on my notes in front of me. “I need you to lead by example, listen to my instructions and motivate the rest of the team.”

“Oh really?” he chuckled. He took my clipboard from my hands, flipping through my notes before taking another step forward. We were now inches apart, and I blushed, looking away.

He put my clipboard aside on a bench before tilting my chin upwards so I could look at him. I gasped softly; the musky scent of his sweat filled my nostrils as he held my chin firmly. His touch sent a thrill through my body, and I froze, unsure how to react.

“Don’t take it personally, Coach…” he smirked, looking down into my eyes with that cocky smile of his, “I don’t listen to anyone. I lead the team my way…”

He let go of my chin, wiping a few strands of my wavy blonde hair from my face. I blushed furiously, unable to believe Duane’s audacity. I opened my mouth to protest, but he turned around and sauntered towards the locker room before I could speak.

I fumed silently, picking up my clipboard and storming out of the gym. I knew I HAD to get Duane under control if I was ever going to make this team a success.

However, after one month and losing two more games, our team was close to the bottom, having a slim to none chance of mocking the playoffs. When this happened the boys started getting bored and began to miss practice or come in late. I was getting increasingly frustrated every day. At this point, I was just trying to ensure they at least showed up for practice.

It wasn’t until I met up with Isis, my friend, at school that I got an idea of motivating the boys.

***

Isis is amazing; she’s a single divorced- mom. She’s gorgeous, confident and has a wicked sense of humour. Her son Daniel is in Kayla’s year, and her other son Diego is Manny’s best friend. She’s always great at giving advice, so when she caught me talking to Duane at school one day, I couldn’t help but tell her how frustrated I was with the basketball team.

“I’ve tried everything, Isis”, I sighed heavily, sitting with her at the local bar after school one evening. “They ignore my instructions, come to practice late, and it’s almost impossible to motivate them…”

“Wow, Avy”, Isis laughed softly, sipping her wine, “I’ve never seen you give up on a challenge ever in your life…”

“I’m not giving up.” I rolled my eyes at her, swirling the ice in my glass. “It’s just frustrating when they treat me like that! If only I could motivate them somehow…”

“Motivate them, huh?” she smirked at me, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you thinking?” I asked suspiciously, looking at her. I knew that smirk.

“Maybe you can set the team some target, some reward for them if they win five games in a row or something. I’m sure there’s something these players want desperately that you can motivate them with?” she grinned.

“Oh, Isis, you’re brilliant! That’s exactly what I can do. I need to give them an incentive to win. I just need to find out what they want and how to get them to earn it!” I squealed excitedly, giving her a hug.

As we spent another hour chatting about other things, I couldn’t help but wonder what incentive to offer the boys. By the time Miguel picked me up from the bar, I still hadn’t figured out a plan. But her suggestion had sparked a light bulb in my head, and I was sure I’d figure something out.

***

“Cookies! You think we are going to work our asses off to eat cookies?!” Duane scoffed, looking at me incredulously the following Saturday morning.

He and the rest of the team stood before me in their basketball jerseys and shorts. I was wearing a tracksuit with my blonde hair tied into a ponytail and a box of homemade chocolate chip cookies in my hand.

“Well, look, we’ve lost a few games, but we still have a chance to reach the playoffs”, I explained patiently, showing Duane and the rest of the team the board, “We just need to win the next four games!”

“The cookies do taste good, though…” Jake commented with a grin to Duane, licking the crumbs off his fingers.

“See! Jake gets it” I smiled at Jake, ecstatic that at least one of them was interested, handing him another one, “I’ve baked them specially for you boys today. And I’ll bake more for each win!”

Duane gave me a evil smirk, grabbing a cookie from the box as he eyed me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits. I blushed but still smiled at him. If bribing them with cookies would work, I wasn’t complaining.

“Hmmmm….these ARE delicious,” Duane winked at me, biting into the cookie, “But I don’t know Coach, I think we deserve a lot MORE if we ever reach the playoffs…”

My smile faltered, why did Duane have to make this so difficult? He licked his lips, smirking at me, his eyes fixed on my mouth. I bit my lower lip as I looked away quickly.

“Well, cookies are all you’re getting”, I retorted, turning around and walking onto the court, hiding my blushing cheeks, “Now let’s get started…”

***

“Hey, Mom. How’s the basketball coaching going?” Kayla asked me that evening when I got home after dropping Manny off at Diego’s place. Miguel was still at school sorting out paperwork.

“It…well… to be honest… it is not going, great, sweetie. Why do you ask?” I admitted ruefully, plopping down on the couch next to Kayla.

“Well, Dad and Manny were talking about it earlier today; both were saying that it will be a miracle if we win even another game this season!” she giggled, looking at me sympathetically.

“Your father and brother’s attitude is NOT helping Kayla”, I sighed exasperatedly, leaning back on the couch, “I’ve been working hard, and all they do is laugh at me and mock me!” then I told her about the cookie fiasco.

“Well, do you need any help? I mean, it’s just you alone with those guys. Maybe I could come over, you know, for some moral support!” she suggested enthusiastically, flipping her long, wavy blonde hair over her shoulder.

I looked over at her, my beautiful daughter; she had definitely inherited my looks, slim with a toned body and big boobs. She was a cheerleader for Richmond High’s baseball team, and her boyfriend, Tom, was on the team. I knew how Duane would react if Kayla came to watch practices and I immediately shut down this suggestion in a second. I HAD to keep her away from the boys.

“No, no… I’ll be fine… In fact, Isis is coming over tomorrow to help me out. Mom will win at least one game, even if it’s the last thing I do!” I smiled at Kayla.

***

“Hey Avy. Where is everyone?” I heard her cheerful voice call me out as I waited for the team by the benches.

I looked up at her and smiled, “They’re all late…again! Duane just messaged that they’ll be here in 15 minutes, but I don’t think this is going to work out, Isis.” I sighed dejectedly, “I mean, I can’t even get this bunch to show up on time. Maybe you can talk to them for me.”

However, her face fell when I asked her for the favour, “Ahhh… well… I don’t know about that. Actually, I just popped by to cheer you up a bit before your practice. I am running late for Autumn’s photo shoot.” she said while looking at her watch.

“A photoshoot? Isis, I really could use your help! I’m stuck with 5 boys who don’t listen to me at all; I was hoping that you could help me talk some sense into them,” I replied with a frown, pleading with her to stay.

“I’m sorry, Avy, I know I promised, but Autumn really wants me there with her.” she apologized, “But honestly, you need to relax a little with this coaching gig; you’re just the substitute coach. No one is expecting you to whip these boys into champions.”

I knew she was right, but I’d never given up like this.”I know, but I really need this.” I looked around to see if we were alone before replying in a low voice, “Both my husband and son think that I always shoot my mouth off about basketball because I played back in the day. They think that I can’t really get this team to win even a single game. If I could just prove them wrong this one time…”

She looked at me for a second, hesitating before she offered her help, “Well, there is ONE thing you can do…”

“What?” I asked, hoping that there was something, anything, that I could try.

“Well… they are 18-year-old boys. And what does any 18-year-old guy want from his hot teacher more than anything else?” she asked me, giving me a naughty smile.

I was momentarily confused, then blushed as understanding dawned on me, “You don’t mean… I can’t do that!” I whispered, shocked that she even mentioned something like that.

“I’m not suggesting you sleep with any of them. You’ve seen how Duane looks at you and me; they’ll be more than happy with just a peek at those big tits of yours. You don’t have to actually do it; just maybe give them some hope that it might be possible…” she said with a mischievous grin.

“What exactly are you suggesting, Isis?”

“Well, for starters, why don’t you lose the tracksuit.” she told me, pulling down the zipper for my tracksuit, exposing my tight-fitting top, “Your big tits are your best weapon, and you need to start using them! Show those boys that you are a sexy woman and not just some nerdy science teacher, and they will fall in line.”

I hesitated. I knew that Duane definitely looked at me like that, but I wasn’t sure he’d fall for Isis’s trick, “I-I never thought of it like that… I was trying to stop them from staring at my tits and ass. What else can I do?”

“Well, It is impossible for this team to reach the playoffs right now, isn’t it?”, she asked me.

“Well… to be honest, it is. We have four matches against tough teams. Newton High and Bentonville have good teams, and we may have a chance at beating them on a good day. But the last two teams we are up against are both top contenders for the championship. They’ve both made it through to the playoffs already. It’s impossible for us to win against them!” I conceded.

“That makes your job so much easier… Just promise them something sexy and slutty. You already know they don’t have a chance in hell to win. You’ll never have to reward them, but you just might get them motivated enough to win a game or two at least!” she grinned at me.

“A slutty reward to motivate them? You mean, like maybe flash them or something? That’s too much!” I asked.

Isis smiled at me, it seemed that she knew something I didn’t, before she spoke, “Trust me on this. Tell them that if they reach the playoffs, you’ll join them in the shower after practice.”

“You can’t be serious!” I whispered, shaking my head, “I can’t shower with them… I’m their teacher!”

“Look, there’s no way they will ever reach the playoffs, are they? We’ve won only two out of the last seven games. Just pretend you’re going to do it. You know they won’t be able to resist a chance at a private shower with a sexy, busty MILF like you.”

“No… I can’t do it, Isis… I… I’m a teacher, not a stripper…”I stammered, blushing deep red at her suggestion, “I know they will listen to me if I talk to them like a teacher…”

“It’s your choice Avy, but I wouldn’t waste my time trying to talk sense into them, when I could put my sexy tits to work instead.” she told me. I was about to protest when she got a call from her daughter and had to rush off.

“Ok, I gotta run. Remember, you just need to promise them, you don’t actually need to do it!” she said before kissing me on the cheek and rushing off.

***

It was another half-hour before the boys turned up for practice, laughing and joking around. Duane led the rest of the group, with Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston trailing behind him.

“Sorry, Coach,” Duane grinned at me. “I had to pick up the rest of the team; you know how slow Kyle is…” Duane added, smirking at Kyle.

“Very funny, Duane, but can you guys start now.” I shot him a dirty look, frowning at the other boys as I watched them grab their basketballs and spread out on the court.

I looked over at them, shaking my head; there was NO WAY they would win a single game, and then it hit me. Isis was right; there was no way we could reach the playoffs with this team! I could promise them a million dollars, but they wouldn’t ever get it.

I bit my lips nervously, weighing the pros and cons of Isis’s suggestion in my head. ‘Am I really considering doing this?’ I thought to myself as I watched them play.

After a few moments of deliberation, I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, “Boys! Can you come here, please?” I called out loudly. Duane ignored me, dribbling the ball and scoring a 3-pointer effortlessly as Kyle cheered him.

“Boys!!! I want to talk to you…” I repeated, my voice wavering slightly with nerves. This time, Duane looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders, muttering something to the rest of the team before jogging over with the rest of the boys following him. They stopped in front of me, waiting expectantly as I tried to keep my voice steady.

“Ok, look, boys… I… umm… I am worried that we aren’t going to get anywhere this season…” I began awkwardly, “And, well… I realized that the cookies may be a bad idea, so I thought of something else that you guys might be interested in,” I added, blushing as I looked each of them in the eye, nervously wringing my hands.

Duane looked surprised for a second, glancing at Marvin and Jake next to him before breaking out in a cocky grin, “Really, Coach? And what exactly are you offering?” he leered at me suggestively.

“W-well… if… If you boys win the championship finals, I… I will… um… I-will-strip-down-and-shower-with-you-after-practice” I mumbled the words under my breath, my face turning bright red as I looked down at my feet.

Jaws dropped open around me as Duane, Marvin, Jake, Kyle, and Winston exchanged glances with each other, looking at me stunned. ‘That definitely wiped the smiles off their faces’, I thought. They weren’t sure if they had heard me right.

“I’m sorry, Coach, I didn’t hear what you just said…” Winston spoke up hesitantly, blinking his eyes.

Duane raised an eyebrow, “W-What did you say, Coach?”

I took a deep breath and looked up, mustering up the courage and spoke clearly, “If you boys listen to my instructions properly every training and then if we reach the playoffs, and that means winning the next four games. I will shower with you guys after practice.” I looked each of them in the eye as I repeated the words, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The boys looked at me dumbstruck before Duane broke the silence, “Are you serious, Coach? Like for real? We can see your tits!” he asked me with a disbelieving look on his face. The rest of the team stood there with their mouths hanging open, looking at me in shock.

“No… my bra and panties stay on… Don’t forget that I am your teacher…not a stripper. But I’ll do it only if you boys learn to listen to me and then win.” I repeated, blushing furiously but keeping my voice steady as I looked at them, “Now… is that enough incentive for you boys to train?”

The boys looked at each other for a second before Jake grinned at me, “Fuck yeah, Coach…” he nodded, licking his lips as he eyed my body, “That’s more than enough incentive to motivate us… isn’t that right guys?”

Marvin, Winston and Kyle nodded their heads eagerly, grinning at me with dirty grins on their faces. I swallowed nervously, crossing my arms in front of my breasts protectively. “S-So… do we have a deal?” I stuttered, taking a deep breath.

“Fuck yes, Coach, we have a Dea-” Marvin started to speak before Duane interrupted him.

“Marvin shut up…” he snapped at his friend, his lips twisting in a small wicked smile as he walked up to me.

“We’ve got to win ALL our next four games to win. Even if we work really really hard and win three of the games and then lose the last one, we end up with nothing. Don’t we? I don’t think that’s completely fair, Coach. “, he spoke to me and and his team.

‘Damn it! He’s smart,’ I thought as the other guys nodded along to his words. I needed to do something.

“W-what?” I blinked my eyes, “Do you think I am lying?”

“No, Coach, but let’s be honest… we would need some small rewards along the way to keep us motivated… ” he continued, stepping closer to me, looking down at my tits, “You know to keep us going after each win?”

“Small rewards.” I gulped nervously. Duane was standing very close to me, and I looked up at him with a nervous expression.

“We can decide the rewards when we win the first game. But there is something you could do for us to make our practices even better!” Duane nodded slowly as Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston stepped closer towards me, circling around me with dirty grins on their faces. He reached out and slowly pulled down the zipper of my tracksuit, exposing my tight-fitting spaghetti top.

“Duane, what are you doing?” I gasped, trying to push his hand away as I saw the rest of the team step closer towards me with hungry looks on their faces. I nervously glanced around the empty basketball court, hoping no one was watching us.

“Well, for starters… we’d really love it if you could wear something a little sexier, Coach…” Duane grinned at me, his eyes trained on my cleavage. His friends murmured in agreement behind me, “You know, practice will be a lot more fun if you could wear something to turn us on… oh sorry… I mean motivate us.”

I looked around at their faces, my heart pounding nervously, “Dress Sexier?” I managed to stammer out. Duane chuckled, his hands slipping inside my track jacket, pushing it off my shoulders easily. My cheeks turned red as the boys whistled and hollered, eyeing my big tits in the top.

“Yeah, Coach… something that shows off your sexy curves… you know… makes us wanna work harder…” Duane smirked, his fingers lightly brushing against my bare arms.

I shuddered, swallowing nervously as I felt Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston’s eyes roaming all over my body. I wondered if I had made a big mistake, “Duane… I-I don’t think I should do that…” I protested weakly, stepping backwards only to bump into Kyle behind me.

“Trust me, Coach, this will make practice a lot more fun… just a sexy little crop top and tight pair of booty shorts…”

I looked at their eager faces, licking their lips as they stared at me, and I hesitated for a minute. It was just a top and shorts. What harm could it do? I bit my lips and sighed, nodding reluctantly, “O-Ok Duane, I’ll… I’ll wear something sexier to practice.” I conceded, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment, “and we can keep some small reward for each win!”

The boys all grinned widely; it was as if Christmas had come early, “Thanks, Coach…” Duane winked at me before nodding to Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston, “OK guys, you heard Coach, let’s get back to practice… we have games to win!”

***

‘I’m crazy for doing this, ‘ I thought as I changed in the girls’ locker room before Monday’s basketball practice. I had packed the sexy outfit that Duane had requested: a tight tank top and a pair of booty shorts with knee-length socks during practice. The fabric clung to my curvy body, highlighting my huge 36D tits and round ass. I had also tied my long, wavy blonde hair into a ponytail.

Our practices were scheduled after school was done so the court was empty except for us, and as I walked back onto the basketball court, I suddenly felt very self-conscious. The boys were already there, shooting hoops as I walked towards them. I held my head high, trying to ignore their stares as I yelled at them to gather around me.

Kyle wolf-whistled as Marvin catcalled me, looking at me up and down, “Damn… she really did it.. look at those smokin’ pair of tits.” My jaw dropped at his comment, and I stammered in protest as he circled around me, staring lewdly at my tits in the skin-tight tank top.

“Damn, look at that ass though”, Marvin chimed in, whistling loudly. “How does Principal Martinez get any work done at home with this hot piece of ass waiting for him?”

“Marvin! You can’t talk to me like that!” I scolded him, blushing deeply at his crude comment.

“Come on, Coach… it’s a compliment!” Duane grinned, joining Marvin and Kyle to circle around me, “Just look at you… you’re a fucking MILF! Principal Martinez is a lucky bastard!”

I blushed even deeper at his words, unable to respond. Their comments were making me extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time, it felt good knowing that these young black jocks found me so attractive.

“Can we begin practice now? Or do you want to spend all of it making inappropriate comments about me?” I asked them, arching an eyebrow, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the shyness in my voice.

Duane smiled cockily, “Ok guys, you heard the Coach… let’s get back to practice.” he winked at me, and we got back to training.

I sighed in relief as Duane began drills. He really was a fantastic player, and as I watched, I realized that the rest of the team wasn’t too bad either, especially Winston and Marvin, who were both very fast and agile. We practised for a solid 2 hours before Duane called it a day, and the boys left one by one, leaving me alone with Duane as we packed up the equipment.

“Nice practice, Coach… I’ll admit, you do know your shit.” he grinned at me, tossing the ball in my direction. I caught it awkwardly with both hands, smiling back at him, “Thanks, Duane. The boys listen to you, and we had a perfect day today!” I admitted reluctantly, turning it around in my hands as he walked up to me.

“I think the fact that our coach looks like a playboy centerfold helped today”, he smirked, looking me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits, “You know, Coach, if you dress like this every day, I’m pretty sure we could beat even the state champions!”

I blushed, looking up into Duane’s dark eyes, “Stop teasing me, Duane, you know I’m a married woman!” I said, “You already got a line of girls in school chasing after you. The Star Athlete of the school!”

“True… but none as sexy as you, Coach,” he winked at me, grabbing the basketball out of my hands and tossing it aside before coming to a stop inches away from me. I gulped as I realized that I was alone with him right now. At 6’4″, he towered over me, his muscles glistening with sweat. His eyes were lecherously looking at my tits, and I blushed as I looked up at him.

He bent slightly and ran his hands down along my arms slowly, giving me goosebumps, before stopping at my waist, his fingers feeling the skin of my thighs as he teased the hemline of my shorts, “You really DO look hot in those shorts and top, Coach Avy”, Duane grinned at me, licking his lips as his fingers traced the edge of my booty shorts as his hands slid downwards, “Almost makes me think that I need to ditch the girls and get me a MILF!”

I shivered with excitement at his touch, his fingers grazing against my bare asscheeks underneath the shorts. My nipples hardened under my thin top, tenting visibly as Duane’s hands lingered on my hips, holding me firmly. I bit my lips nervously, nervously glancing around but we were alone in the basketball court.

Usually, his cockiness would have irritated me, but being alone with him here in the gym, I couldn’t help but feel flattered by his attention. “Duane, I thought I made myself clear, you CANNOT do stuff like this…” I whispered nervously, my eyes widening as his fingers hooked onto the hem of my shorts and tugged at them playfully.

“Duane please, someone will see us… I don’t want to get in trouble…” I pleaded with him anxiously, but he only smirked at me arrogantly, his fingers tracing along the hem of my shorts, teasing me as they brushed against my smooth, pale white skin. I knew I should have slapped him across the face and pushed him away, but I remained rooted to the spot, unable to move until Duane finally moved his hand from my ass and onto my waist.

“I can’t wait to see these tits once we reach the playoffs!” he said as his fingers pulled up the hem of my top, revealing my navel and my pale white flat stomach as he slid a finger teasingly across my belly button, making me shudder with anticipation.

“D-duane… you can’t. We had a deal. N-not until we reach the playoffs…” I whispered shakily, looking up into his eyes as my heart pounded nervously in my chest.

Duane finally stopped teasing me and silenced me with a finger on my lips, “Don’t worry Coach. A Deal’s a Deal… we’ll reach the playoffs, and we’ll get to see those big juicy tits of yours in the showers…” he winked at me. My eyes widened in shock as Duane leaned in and kissed my cheek softly, “See you tomorrow, Coach…” he smiled at me cheekily, picking up the basketball and walking out the door.

I stood there speechless, touching my cheek where he’d kissed me, my heart racing as I watched Duane leave. “He’s disgusting!” I thought, picking up my bag from the bench and heading towards the showers. As I changed out of the slutty clothes, I thought to myself, ‘I hope all this gets us to win at least one game!’

***

Chapter 2 : Hard Word does pay off

Game 1: Richmond Raptors vs Bentonville

I was so nervous when I watched the team warm up. It was the first game since I’d agreed to our ‘Deal’. I was wearing a tight white top and short pencil skirt with nude stockings and heels as I paced back and forth nervously at the courtside.

“Calm down, Avy, and stop pacing…” Isis chuckled at me. She was here watching the team along with Kayla. Miguel and Manny had both passed, stating that there wasn’t much of a chance for us to win. To be honest, this was a general opinion; there were very few spectators since we weren’t expected to go far anyway.

“I can’t, Isis; I’ve really worked these boys hard the last week!” I muttered anxiously, chewing my nails as I glanced at the scoreboard nervously, “What if we lose again!? I’ll never hear the end of it from Miguel or Manny!”

Isis laughed softly and leaned in to whisper into my ears, “Maybe you’d have a better chance if you had made them the offer I suggested…” she whispered, looking pointedly at Duane warming up with the team.

I blushed furiously but said nothing. I hadn’t told Isis that I had gone ahead with her plan. It was too embarrassing to admit it to anyone; I shook my head, “Shut up, Isis!” I hissed at her under my breath, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

Before she could reply, though, Kayla called out to me excitedly from the bleachers, “Mom! The game is about to start!” Isis gave me a naughty wink and followed Kayla back to the bleachers.

To everyone’s surprise, it was a very tough game, with the score being tied throughout, and I was on the edge of my seat until Duane scored a three-pointer in the last quarter. I squealed and jumped excitedly as the crowd cheered loudly. The Richmond Raptors had won their first game in months by 2 points!

As I watched the team celebrate, high-fiving each other and cheering, I couldn’t help but feel happy and proud. I had studied Bentoville’s strategies for weeks and worked out a plan which my team followed to the T. They worked as a team and coordinated extremely well.

‘I actually won my first-ever game!’ I thought to myself, smiling happily as the limited crowd in the stands cheered for us. Isis and Kayla rushed over, grinning at me and declared that we needed to go out and celebrate.

And to be honest, after such a great game, I really wanted to go and get drunk tonight, but I needed to catch up with the team first. “Girls, why don’t you head over to the pub? I must congratulate the team first, and then I’ll join you…” I told them and asked them to go ahead without me as I made my way to the boys changing rooms. I’d follow them over shortly in my car later.

When I reached the boys’ changing rooms, I could hear loud cheers coming from inside. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and peeked inside, “Guys…Can I come in?” I called out softly, checking if they were decent.

A strong pair of hands grabbed me by my waist and dragged me inside the locker room as I shrieked in surprise. Before I knew it, I was pulled into a bear hug by Duane, Kyle, Marvin, Jake and Winston, cheering and chanting my name as they lifted me onto their shoulders.

“Put me down… Guys!! Stop it…” I giggled as they cheered loudly, parading me around the locker room. Eventually, Duane calmed them down and set me back on my feet, and the boys crowded around me, smiling broadly.

“Coach! You are fucking awesome! Your plays were spot on. We actually won!” Jake hollered, lifting me by my waist and twirling me around in the air. I giggled as he set me back down, blushing at their compliments.

“No… YOU were amazing boys; I’m so proud of you all…” I smiled at them, catching my breath after they finally let me down. I was genuinely excited and proud of them for winning our first-ever game in months.

I spent a few more minutes cheering them up with a pep talk before telling them that I needed to head back out to meet Isis and Kayla.

“Er…Aren’t you forgetting something, Coach?” Duane smiled, looking at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston before winking at me, “Our Reward!”

“Reward?” I gulped, looking around at the five boys surrounding me, my heart pounding nervously. I knew Duane was referring to our deal.

“Well come on guys… the entire school is going to be cheering for you. What more can you want?” I asked them, forcing a smile.

“Well, we did put in a lot of effort today, Coach… we deserve SOMETHING for it…” Duane shrugged, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Awww, coach… come on…” Marvin whined, pouting at me, “We just won our first game in months…”

“Yeah, coach, don’t be a tease!” Jake complained, “We won our first playoff game today; that’s gotta count for something, right?”

Duane stepped closer towards me, “We’re not asking for much, Coach, just a little treat for winning our first playoff…” he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, “Something to motivate us to win the next games…”

I bit my lower lip nervously; Duane stood close to me. I looked at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston, who were all eagerly waiting for my response. They HAD worked really hard the entire week for this game and I had promised them a small token reward. “Um… well… w-what do you want then,” I asked Duane, looking up at him, “and nothing too inappropriate…” I added quickly.

Duane smirked, licking his lips as he eyed my tits and smiled at me cockily, “Well, Coach, we’d love it if you could maybe give us each a kiss on the cheek?” he suggested.

My eyebrows shot up, that was it? Kisses on the cheek? That didn’t seem too bad. I smiled and nodded my head, “Sure, boys… I can do that…” I replied and looked at them, waiting for them to line up. Marvin, Jake, Kyle, Winston and Duane lined up quickly, grinning like children as I stepped in front of Marvin, the shortest of the group.

I leaned up and gave Marvin a quick peck on his cheek as he chuckled softly, looking very pleased with himself.

Jake was next; I planted a soft kiss on his cheek as he smiled, his face turning red.

Next was Kyle, and I kissed him on his cheek quickly as he grinned cheekily at me. Winston was. Next, I kissed his cheek quickly as he licked his lips hungrily, staring at my chest.

And finally, Duane stood before me with a grin, his muscular arms folded in front of his broad chest. As I leaned on my toes to kiss him, Marvin, Duane’s best friend, said, “I think the MVP deserves something extra right?” he asked.

I looked up at Marvin, confused, but he continued, “I mean, he was the top scorer tonight… shouldn’t he get something special?” he grinned, looking at the rest of the team nodding.

My face looked from him to Duane; the cheeky bastards had planned this! “Umm… well…” I began to speak, but Duane cut me off, “Well, Marvin, I mean, that depends on Coach…” he replied, looking at me, “What do YOU think, Coach?” he asked me with an innocent look on his face.

“W-we had a deal, Duane…” I warned him, frowning at Marvin and the rest of the team.

Duane grinned and leaned down, whispering into my ear, “I know, Coach… maybe I could get just a small kiss on the lips?” he suggested, looking at me for my approval.

I hesitated and looked at their expectant eyes. I knew that I shouldn’t do it, but Duane WAS the MVP, and he had led the boys to victory. I looked around at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston’s hopeful expressions. It was the same look that Miguel gave me when he wanted something. I could never say ‘No’ to anyone.

I sighed thinking to my ‘Why am I such a pushover!’ before nodding reluctantly, “O-Ok Duane… but JUST one tiny kiss…” I whispered to him.

Duane nodded, grinning from ear to ear as his friends cheered and hollered. I bit my lip nervously; I couldn’t believe I was about to kiss one of my students. Duane stepped forward and cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my head upwards and bent down. I looked up at his handsome face before he leaned in pressing his lips softly against mine.

I closed my eyes, feeling his smooth, full lips press firmly against mine, kissing me gently. He tasted faintly salty from sweat, and I couldn’t help but moan softly as his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Duane’s tongue flicked out, gently parting my lips apart as he slid his tongue in, probing my mouth. I moaned in response, involuntarily allowing his tongue in my mouth as he kissed me deeply, squeezing my hips tightly. I raised my hands to his shoulders, gripping his muscular arms.

His tongue explored my mouth, licking the insides of my mouth, dancing with my tongue as I moaned softly. I had not been kissed like this in years; Miguel wasn’t much into foreplay. Duane pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the lockers.

I whimpered as his tongue played with mine. I knew I should stop this, but his kiss was intoxicating. Duane kissed me passionately for another few minutes before pulling away, a thin strand of spit connecting our lips for a second before breaking apart; leaving me panting and gasping for breath.

“Fuck Coach, that was hot!” Marvin exclaimed as Duane smirked at me, letting me go as he stepped backwards. I looked around shyly to see Kyle, Jake, Marvin and Winston staring at me lustfully, licking their lips.

I was still catching my breath, my heart racing; Duane’s kiss had left me lightheaded. “Ok, boys… I-I need to leave now… See you at the next practice,” I managed to mumble breathlessly, adjusting my top and walking out of the changing rooms as fast as I could, ignoring their hungry stares.

***

Game 2: Richmond High vs Newton High

It had been a week since we’d won our first game, and Duane had kissed me. Luckily, the boys had not brought it up during practice and had behaved themselves. At least, if you called constant teasing and naughty comments about their coach’s body and lips counted as good behaviour. I tolerated it as the boys still adhered to their end of the deal, listening to my every instruction and practising their hardest in each session.

I made it a point not to end up alone with Duane, though. Our kiss had definitely stirred something inside me, and I was worried that I might not be able to resist if Duane tried kissing me again. Miguel was away for some teacher’s union meetings for a few days so I didn’t even have any opportunity to get a good fuck from my husband to take care of my pent-up sexual frustrations.

As I lay in bed alone night after night, Duane’s kiss kept replaying itself in my head, and I would find my hand slipping under the covers, pleasuring myself while thinking about Duane. The way he had pinned me against the lockers with his body, the way he had explored my mouth with his tongue, the taste of his salty lips. I had already cum twice in the past week with Duane’s name on my lips.

I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t worry too much. I had never cheated on Miguel in my life, and I didn’t intend to. I loved my husband. I was just alone and horny, and the bad boy star athlete was HOT, that’s all! We’ve all had those fantasies, right?

I did, however, go out shopping with Isis and bought a bunch of the sluttiest outfits I could find to wear to practice. I was not going to break my side of the deal! There were sheer tops that barely covered my tits, crop tops that showed off my bare midriff, booty shorts that hugged my ass tightly, and I even went online and bought a “Sexy Coach” outfit consisting of a tight miniskirt and tight-fitting white crop top with the word ‘Coach’ written on it.

Duane, Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston were very appreciative of the change in my wardrobe, and I have to admit, I liked how good it made me feel. I told myself it was only harmless teasing and nothing more. Besides, Isis said that this is how you motivate boys their age, and I needed them to win the next game.

Game 2: Richmond Rattlers vs Newton High

It was another tough match. Even though we were in public, I dressed up sexy for my team as always. This time I was wearing a deep-cut shirt that hugged my big tits and a short mini-skirt with high heels.

Kayla, Miguel and Manny had come to watch the game. We were down by over 21 points by half-time, and it looked like the team’s luck had run out. The team seemed pretty dejected as they headed back to the locker room at half-time, and I quickly followed them in, hoping to motivate them somehow.

“Ok, guys, you need to pull yourself together! You can still win this!” I told them sternly, looking at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston sitting morosely on the benches. Duane stood at the side, looking at his team seriously.

“C’mon, Coach?” Marvin scoffed, “We are getting our asses kicked out there! What makes you think things are gonna change?”

“Because you guys are better than this! You’ve got Duane out there, don’t forget how well he did last time!” I exclaimed, looking at them angrily, “Now get back out there and win this game!”

The boys looked at each other dejectedly and murmured among themselves without looking up at me.

Duane came over to me and whispered to me softly, “The other team has really messed with their heads, Coach. Maybe you if you make them forget about the score lead and focus on just playing a good clean game in the 2nd half….” Duane trailed off suggestively, winking at me.

I frowned at Duane, “That’s what I’m trying to do but it’s not working now. Is it!” I whispered to Duane under my breath, shooting him an angry look.

“Maybe we need something completely new then, Coach…” Duane replied, looking over at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston, chatting listlessly, “Trust me, Coach… I know these guys…”

I nervously looked at the rest of the team, biting my lips, “W-well… what do you have in mind?” I asked Duane hesitantly, who stepped behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Well, coach, what I mean is, if you could kiss Jake… Marvin… Kyle and Winston… like how you kissed me last time… it’ll REALLY make them forget the score.” Duane smiled as he rubbed my shoulders, leaning down to whisper into my ears, “They’ve been jealous of me since last week… you have NO idea how badly they want a taste of those sweet lips of yours…”

Before I could reply, Duane looked at the rest of the team and yelled at them, “OK, boys! Coach Avy has something for you…” he announced loudly, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston looked at me curiously, wiping the frowns off their faces as they looked at us expectantly. Duane leaned down and whispered into my ears, “Go on, Coach… give them what they want…” he purred, nibbling my earlobe playfully.

I blushed at his touch and turned to look at Jake, Kyle, Marvin and Winston standing in front of me eagerly, their dejected eyes fixed on me expectantly. ‘He’s right! Words won’t get through to them in this state! But I’ve got to try.”

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards Jake, “C-can you do me a favour, Jake?” I asked him nervously, looking up at him, “I want you to go out there and forget the score lead and just play your best…” I bit my lips nervously, “Will you do that for me?” I asked him hopefully.

“But Coach, they’re already up by 21 points…” Jake shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, “I don’t know if I can forget that…”

I hesitated and glanced at Duane, who nodded his head encouragingly. I sighed softly and stepped closer to Jake, “Well… maybe this will help you forget?” I whispered, reaching up and pulling his head down towards me. Jake blinked in shock, his lips parted open as my lips pressed against his.

I closed my eyes, kissing him softly on the lips as he stiffened up for a second before relaxing, moaning softly into my mouth. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him closer and allowed my tongue to slip into his mouth. Jake groaned, his hands slipping around my waist, groping my butt as he French kissed me.

I moaned softly as his tongue darted inside my mouth, exploring my mouth as we kissed hungrily in front of Duane, Marvin, Kyle and Winston, who all watched us with wide eyes. I broke the kiss after a minute, panting for breath as Jake stared at me dreamily, licking his lips.

I looked at the others shyly and blushed, my lips tingling from Jake’s kiss. Duane grinned, “Feeling motivated yet, Jake?” he smirked at his friend, giving me an approving nod. Jake looked over at his teammates and grinned cheekily, “Fuck yeah, man!”

I blushed at Jake’s crudeness and turned to Marvin, stepping over to him slowly, my heels clicking on the floor. Marvin looked at me with a lecherous grin, “Hey coach… if you’re gonna give me what Jake got, I’m definitely going to win the game for you!”

I bit my lips shyly and nodded, “I’ll do my best, Marvin…” I replied, closing my eyes and leaning up towards him, kissing him softly. But I gasped in surprise when Marvin immediately pushed my tongue down my throat, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me towards him aggressively.

He kissed me hungrily, grinding his body against mine as his tongue danced with mine. I moaned as I felt my nipples harden in excitement, pushing my breasts into his chest as I french kissed my student, my face burning red with shame.

Marvin squeezed my ass cheeks, kneading them with his hands as he kissed me passionately for a full minute before Duane cleared his throat and tapped him on the shoulder, “Alright, Marvin, easy man… let Kyle and Winston have a turn too…” At Duane’s words, Marvin grunted reluctantly and released my lips.

I gasped for breath, blushing at Duane. I looked at him and mouthed, ‘Thank you’ to him as he ushered the over-eager Marvin off.

Next, Kyle and Winston stepped towards me. Kyle, the shortest of the basketball players, licked his lips as I shyly planted a soft kiss on his smooth-shaven face. “Coach, you’re so fucking hot…” Kyle murmured, pushing his tongue inside my mouth as we kissed.

“S-shut up, Kyle…” I blushed, kissing him back as he slipped his hands around my waist, his fingers sliding down to stroke my ass. Kyle grinned, sucking on my lips as I kissed him for a full 30 seconds before Duane coughed again, interrupting us, “Half-time is almost over, Kyle… save some for later…” he reminded him.

Kyle grumbled, releasing my lips reluctantly as I turned to Winston, the biggest basketball player in the team. My heart raced nervously as I stepped towards Winston. After kissing three of my students on the lips, I was way too embarrassed to look him anyone in the eye, so I just went straight for a kiss and pressed my lips to Winston’s.

To my surprise, the big, scary-looking guy on the team was surprisingly nervous and hesitant. Winston blushed as he kissed me clumsily, not knowing what to do with his hands as I kissed him tenderly. He barely responded to my kiss, and I realized that he must have never kissed a girl before.

I broke the kiss after a few seconds and smiled reassuringly at Winston, who looked embarrassed, “That was great, Winston…” I lied, blushing as I stepped backwards and looked around at the rest of the team, “OK, boys… Consider this as me rewarding you guys in advance. Because I know you will win this game for me!” I asked them huskily.

“Hell Yeah, Coach!” they all grinned at me, their faces flushed with energy as they rushed out of the locker room, “Time to kick some ass…For Coach Avy!” Kyle hollered as they all went out, leaving me and Duane alone in the locker room.

I expected the handsome brute to want his kiss, but Duane just bent down and gave me a soft peck on my lips, “I’ll collect my reward once I win this game for you…” he winked at me before following the rest of the team out. I blushed, feeling strangely disappointed as I watched Duane leave and touched my lips, ‘What am I doing?’ I thought to myself.

To everyone’s surprise, everything came together in the second half. Duane led the team to a comeback, scoring at least 30 of the 45 points we scored, leading the team into an amazing comeback. In the end, we won the game by 6 points!

It was an incredible turnaround, and the team was celebrating wildly on the court. Miguel hugged me, and I beamed with pride as Duane came over to give me a sweaty hug.

“Great Job, Duane!” Miguel proudly patted Duane on his shoulder, “That was some amazing basketball out there”.

“It’s all thanks to Coach Avy”, Duane grinned at me cockily as he released me, “Your wife is really an amazing coach…”

Miguel raised his eyebrow, looking at Duane curiously before shrugging it off, “Well, Avy, great job! Now let’s celebrate!” he smiled at me as Manny and Kayla joined us.

“Can you guys go ahead? I need to congratulate the team first,” I told Miguel and Manny apologetically. Miguel rolled his eyes and nodded as he, Manny and Kayla walked out of the court, leaving me alone with Duane and the rest of the team.

I had a big fucking smile on my face as I headed to the lockers. Against all odds, we had won! I could hardly believe it.

I found the boys inside, still in their jerseys, celebrating enthusiastically. The boys stopped when they saw me walk in and surrounded me immediately. Kyle grinned, “Hey Coach! We won, baby! We fucking won!” he said, raising his hands over his head in a victory pose.

“I know Kyle, I was there!” I laughed at his enthusiasm, “But seriously, you guys were awesome!” I told them, looking around at their excited faces.

“So, Coach, does that mean we get another reward? Jake grinned at me, his eyes roaming all over my body hungrily as the rest of them whistled loudly, looking at my busty figure in the tight outfit.

I grinned back at Jake and shook my head, “You already got your reward, boys…at halftime… remember!” I teased them, crossing my arms in front of my big 36D tits. Jake, Marvin, Kyle and Winston all protested loudly.

“Aww, Coach… come on! Halftime doesn’t count! We totally forgot that already…” Kyle whined, pleading with me like a child. Marvin and Winston nodded in agreement, “Please, Coach? Just one more kiss?” they begged me.

“A deal’s a deal, boys… one reward per win!” I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head firmly, “Besides, Miguel and Kayla are waiting outside for me… I’ve got to leave now…” I told them, turning around and was about to leave when Duane stopped me.

“Hold up, Coach…” he spoke up. “I’ve not got my kiss yet, have I…” Duane grinned cockily as he stepped in front of me, his muscular frame towering over me.

The other boys fell silent, looking at Duane expectantly as I blushed; he was right. I sighed and walked over to Duane, “OK, Duane, fine…” I murmured softly, glancing over at the rest of the team. I walked up to him and pouted my lips, “Come and get your reward…” I whispered, looking up at him.

But Duane shook his head, “Well, I think being the MVP and winning two games in a row deserves something more than the rest of the team… don’t you think, boys?” he asked Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston. They all agreed eagerly, staring at me lustfully.

I hesitantly looked around at them, but this was the ‘Rule’ we had agreed upon last time. It seemed natural at the time but now I was afraid of what Duan would ask.

Duane looked at me, his dark brown eyes meeting my blue ones, “I was thinking… a chance to feel up those huge boobs of yours…” he told me bluntly, licking his lips.

My jaw fell open in shock as the boys snickered behind me, “W-What?” I gasped, unable to believe what I’d just heard him say.

“You know, Coach, a little touch…over your clothes…” Duane explained innocently, giving me a cocky smirk.

I looked at him incredulously, “Are you serious? You can’t be serious…” I shook my head. I couldn’t believe them, “You can’t do that! I’m your teacher.” I exclaimed in disbelief.

However, the other boys quickly jumped on the opportunity, “Aw, come on, Coach… it will only take a minute…” Jake begged me.

“It won’t be that bad, Coach…” Kyle told me with a pleading look on his face.

“Please, Coach Avy… he’s earned this…” Winston whined at me, pouting, “42 points!”

“Guys… you’re being ridiculous. No way… I can’t believe this…” I protested angrily, shaking my head in disbelief. They were unbelievable; did they really think I would allow Duane to grope me?

“Why not Coach? It’s a small request, isn’t it? All he wants is a little squeeze… just for a minute… you can time him, it won’t hurt…” Kyle reasoned with me as the rest of the team murmured in agreement, begging me.

They were wearing me down; I couldn’t believe they were making me consider this. I bit my lips nervously, “Guys… this isn’t fair…” I protested weakly, crossing my arms in front of my big 36D breasts defensively.

The boys looked at me with sad puppy dog faces, pleading with me desperately, “Just a little squeeze, Coach? Please.” they pleaded with me repeatedly, giving me sad faces.

I looked around the locker room at their pleading faces and sighed. I knew that they wouldn’t let this go, “Fine… fine, but only for a minute…” I conceded reluctantly reluctantly as I stepped up in front of Duane who was sitting on one of the benches.

They cheered in delight as Marvin pulled out his cell phone and set a timer, looking at his friends gleefully. I looked at Duane, who grinned and grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap. I squealed in surprise, landing on his thighs as Duane wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and looked up at me cockily, “Ready, Coach?” he grinned at me as I blushed and nodded, pursing my lips nervously.

“Ok, Marvin, start the timer…” Duane commanded his friend as I bit my lips, looking at Marvin’s cellphone screen nervously. Marvin started the timer as Duane placed his large hands on my waist. I blushed as he slowly slid his hands up my sides, stroking my body as he moved his hands upwards.

I trembled as Duane’s hands caressed my slender waist, his fingers brushing against the edges of my tits. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my top as I looked down at Duane’s lustful eyes locked on my tits as his fingers slid higher until finally, his fingers cupped my heavy 36D tits over my thin top, squeezing them gently.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, squirming on Duane’s lap as I felt his fingers dig into my tits. I shuddered slightly as he cupped both my tits in his hands, squeezing them gently. My nipples hardened under his palms, pushing into his hands as Duane kneaded my tits.

“Wow, coach… I can barely fit these in my hands! How big are they?” he exclaimed with a grin as his thumbs circled around my erect nipples, teasing them through my top. I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes, trying not to react.

Duane squeezed both my tits, massaging them gently as he teased my nipples, rubbing circles on them slowly with his thumb. I couldn’t help but moan softly as I felt my nipples grow hard, poking into his hands. As my lips opened in another gasp, I was surprised by his lips as he bent down and kissed me. I moaned as I felt his tongue slide past my lips.

Before I knew what was going on, Duane was kissing me again passionately as he groped my tits. I moaned, feeling his tongue swirl around inside my mouth, tasting me as I kissed him back, losing track of everything except for Duane’s mouth and his hands playing with my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden even further as Duane pinched them between his fingers, squeezing my tits tightly in his palm.

After a minute, the alarm went off, and I pushed Duane away abruptly, panting heavily. I could feel myself blush furiously, realizing that the rest of the team had just watched their captain make out and fondle their science teacher. I looked around at their lewd grins and swallowed nervously.

“Thanks, Coach… that was fucking awesome…” Duane smirked at me, wiping his mouth as I got up and stepped backwards. The rest of the team was grinning widely, staring at me with lustful looks on their faces as I adjusted my top and cleared my throat, “OK… OK… I’m leaving now… I’ll see you all tomorrow at the next practice.” I mumbled hurriedly, walking briskly out of the changing rooms, my heart racing.

***

After that day, the practice sessions leading up to the third game were very productive. In addition to dressing in the sluttiest outfits possible for practice, we all agreed that I would makeout with the best player of the day after practice. It took some convincing from the guys to make me agree but I accepted on the condition that I could veto the kiss if I felt that they weren’t given their best. As to how to choose the best player of the day, the guys themselves voted for who was the best that day, and for the first two sessions, it was always Duane, and we made out for a full 2-3 minutes while the rest of the team watched jealously.

But by the third day, the others were trying their hardest. Practice usually started around 4pm, but today Winston was out on the court practicing since 3! Even before the rest of the team arrived. To nobody’s surprise, Winston won the vote for best player on the third day.

As I took my place on the bench before the nervous Winston, I couldn’t help but smile at his cute face. “This will be your second time kissing a girl, isn’t it, Winston?” I whispered to him softly, so that his friends would not hear, and he blushed, nodding his head shyly. He leaned down awkwardly and nodded as I reached up and cupped his cheek.

“In that case, let Ms. Avy, teach you how to kiss…” I whispered, leaning up and pressing my lips against Winston’s. He gasped softly, his eyes widening as my tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth. I reached up to wrap my arms around his head, holding him close to me as I played with his tongue inside my mouth.

“Ohhh…mmm…” Winston groaned, his tongue responding slowly as I played with it, taking my time to lick every inch of his mouth as he trembled in my arms, his eyes closed shut as I taught him how to kiss.

“Relax, Winston…” I whispered in between kisses as my lips sucked on his tongue, rolling it around my mouth gently. Winston relaxed, sighing softly as he kissed me back clumsily, his hands hanging by his side, unsure of where to put them.

“Put them around my waist, Winston… hold me close…” I told him softly, feeling his trembling fingers grip my waist. Winston pulled me towards him as we kissed, his tongue finally starting to respond as he licked my tongue with his own.

“Good Winston… now explore my mouth…don’t be afraid to stick your tongue in my mouth…” I whispered, my voice muffled as suddenly Winston’s tongue darted in my mouth hesitantly. I moaned softly, feeling his tongue lick the insides of my mouth as he explored.

“Yes, Winston… that’s it…now make me feel how much you want me…” I told him, his lips locking with mine as I moaned softly, “That’s it, Winston… good boy…”

Winston grew bolder as I guided him, his tongue swirling around my mouth as we kissed passionately, his fingers gripping my waist tighter as he explored my mouth. After 5 minutes of making out with Winston in front of Duane and the rest of the team, I finally broke the kiss, smiling at the bigger basketball player, “That was wonderful, Winston…” I whispered as he gasped for breath, grinning happily at me. “I hope you also work hard in practice tomorrow so we can continue this…” I told him, winking. Winston grinned from ear to ear, his face beetroot red as the team cheered around us.

From then on, Winston really pulled himself up, working hard in practice and was voted best player two more times in the next two days. Each time, I taught him how to kiss me the way I liked it. By the fifth session, Winston probably was the second-best kisser on the team, only beaten by Duane, who was in a league of his own when it came to kissing. By the last session, Winston was kissing me so good that I had to drag myself away from him once the timer ran out. Meanwhile, the rest of the team watched us with frustrated expressions, especially Duane who hadn’t kissed me for three days now..

By this time, I had stopped feeling too guilty about these coaching sessions with the team. It was Miguel who wanted me to take over as coach, and while I knew he would not approve of my ‘motivational methods’, I had started enjoying the boys’ attention. They had also started paying attention in my science classes, going so far as bullying the other slackers into sitting through my class attentively.

‘It’s just a few kisses, and they are improving as both athletes and students. It’s not like they are going to get anything more from me after the next game.’ is what I was thinking. Miguel had mentioned that they had shortlisted a few coaches, and he was interviewing them. I knew that the team could not make it into the playoffs.

We were facing ‘Westview High’ – the 5-time reigning champs. They had a top-notch training program with many players going pro regularly after school. To top it off, it was an away game at their school, so they also had the home-ground advantage. There was absolutely no way we were beating them.

***

Chapter 3: Tougher Challenges deserve better rewards

Game 3: Richmond Raptors vs Westview High

So there I was, standing along with Miguel, courtside at Westview High, confident that today was probably my last game with the team. Westview was just a few hours away, and Miguel had arranged for the school bus to take us there. It was originally planned to be just me who would chaperon the boys, but Miguel had decided to tag along at the last moment to support me.

I was wearing a sexy short little floral dress with a deep V-cut neckline, showing off a lot of cleavage and my toned long legs. It hugged my curves tightly, accentuating my hourglass figure. I usually wore this for special dates with Miguel but today I figured I might as well go all out since I wouldn’t have any chances to tease and motivate the team anymore after today. I was wondering if should give them some final consolation kisses after the match. But overall, I knew that this would be the end of my affair with my students.

The game was an absolute nightmare, with Westview leading in the first quarter, but to my surprise, the boys had tied it back by half-time. This was not how this was supposed to go, this team wasn’t actually going to win against Westview. The thoughts of my ‘Deal’ with the team returned to me I was in no mood to motivate them to win today.

I didn’t even bother following them into the locker room during half-time. Instead, I waited for them, along with Miguel, outside the locker rooms, ready to tell them to accept defeat with dignity.

“OK, boys… you have done incredibly well this season, but it’s a tough game today, and Westview is simply too good. Don’t beat yourselves up if you lose, OK?” I told the team as they walked out, barely hiding my inner smile as I said it.

I noticed that Duane was nursing a slight sprain and heaved a sigh of relief; there was no way they could win today without him playing his best. As the game began, Duane retreated to defence, and despite Westview scoring 4 points in the first 2 minutes of the third quarter, Duane guarded their star player fiercely, not allowing him to score any goals.

What shocked me, though, was when Jake, Winston, Marvin and Kyle stepped up to the offence and played a perfect passing game, driving the ball down the court. I was completely shocked by what was happening; I was sure that they’d fold after losing Duane from offence. But here they were, still in the game.

In the end, the team stunned everyone with an absolutely dominating performance as they passed the ball back and forth, tricking and outplaying their opponents, even when they were technically four vs five, with Duane hardly playing. Ultimately, the team won by 4 points, and we were now one game away from the playoffs.

I was flabbergasted at their win, but everyone jumped around and cheered madly. Even Duane had scored the last 2 points of the game by shooting a 3-pointer shot from half the court, hobbling on one foot!

“You’ve got a pretty good team here!” the opposing team coach, Coach congratulated Miguel as he walked over to shake hands, “They play like their lives depend on it; I’ve never seen anything like this… how do you drive them so hard?” he asked him curiously.

“You’ll have to ask my wife… she’s their coach…” Miguel beamed, pointing at me. The coach looked at me, eyeing me up and down as I stood in my sexy little dress, “You’re the coach?” he asked me incredulously.

I nodded my head, blushing under Coach Smith’s lecherous stare as he eyed my busty figure appreciatively, “I’m impressed…” he told me, licking his lips, “I’d love to know your secret on keeping your team so motivated.” he winked at me.

“Umm… well… we train REALLY hard… and I make sure they are rewarded well for their hard work!” I replied nervously, shifting uneasily under his lustful gaze. I also blushed a little as I thought about my team’s promised reward for the championship. Coach Smith chuckled, “I bet you do, Coach… I bet you do…” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Well, whatever you do, it works…so keep it up, and who knows, this could be your year!”

Our discussion was interrupted by the team rushing in to hug me joyfully. As the boys cheered for me, I pretended to be happy for them, but inside, I was panicking. The boys would want more than just kisses today! I had rationalized kissing them as a harmless ‘prize’ for motivation, but it was a different thing if they reached the playoffs! I needed to talk to Miguel or figure out a way to ensure that they lost the next game!

Each of the boys hugged me excitedly and then shook hands with Miguel. Duane, however, limped towards me, leaning in to whisper in my ears, “You were hoping we’d lose, weren’t you, Coach? That’s why you didn’t come into the locker rooms during halftime…”

I blushed, “N-no… I just…” I stammered, but Duane cut me off, “Well, coach, you can try all you want, but we are going all the way! And once we win, I’m looking forward to showering with my beautiful white MILF…” Duane winked at me before hobbling back to the rest of his team.

I stared after him speechlessly as he left, my face turning bright red. He was way too smart for his own good. He was the reason for the team pushing my boundaries with those damn ‘rewards’ after each game. He knew just the right things to say to make me feel guilty about refusing them. I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for being such a pushover under pressure; I needed to learn to say ‘No’!

Lucky for me, the team would not have any chance of coaxing any rewards out of me tonight! Miguel was with me, and we headed back to our town immediately. As we boarded the school bus, I sat at the front with Mr. Jones, our driver, and Miguel.

The journey back was supposed to be just a short 3-hour ride, but as we drove back, the weather took a turn for the worse, and we hit heavy rain on the highway. The roads were slippery, and our bus had to slow down considerably. Miguel frowned worriedly, “This doesn’t look good, Avy… I think we should stop at any nearby place tonight.” he told me.

Mr Jones, our driver, nodded in agreement, “I know a place on the next exit… My friend works there, so we could stop there.” he suggested. I bit my lips anxiously, I didn’t like the idea of stopping anywhere for the night with Duane and the rest of the team, but Miguel nodded his head firmly, “Let’s do that… we can start early tomorrow morning after the storm clears up.” he decided.

Soon, Mr. Jones turned off the expressway and headed down a smaller road until we reached the place. It was much better than I expected, a reasonably nice hotel called “The Spring Hills Resort”. I looked at Miguel questioningly as he patted me on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, the school’s budget covers expenses like these Avy…” he assured me, smiling as he got off the bus with Mr. Jones.

However, to our surprise, all the rooms were booked for some wedding party due to take place there tomorrow, and there wasn’t anything available. Mr Jones called over his friend, who was the hotel manager, and spoke with him before returning to us, “Well, Jeff says there’s a suite with a queen-sized bed available, but we need to move out early in the morning. He can put in a couple of mattresses in the living room for the boys… but that’s all he can offer…” he apologized, “I can crash at Jeff’s place tonight, but you’ll have to share the room with the boys, boss.” he told Miguel apologetically.

Miguel sighed, looking at the team behind us, “Do we have any choice? I’ll share the bedroom with Avy, and you boys can sleep in the living room…” he told them firmly. The team nodded quietly, following us into the hotel lobby as Miguel checked us in.

Soon, Miguel and I were in the bedroom while the rest of the team were setting up mattresses in the suite’s living room. We didn’t have any change of clothes, and Miguel was very tired and promptly crashed into bed, falling asleep quickly. I was about to join him when my phone chimed with a text message from Duane,