Update 01
"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 while 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 and 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, 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 focussed on academics first, getting our student scores above national averages within two years of joining. After that, he 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 honey. 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?"
"What! Are you crazy? I'm the biology teacher. I know about basketball but nothing about coaching 18-year-old boys."
"Please mi amor! 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 and looked up at him, my eyes tracing 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 fantasized 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; 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, 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 and 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, 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, 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..." he added, smirking at Kyle.
"Very funny, Duane, but can you guys start now." I shot him a dirty look, frowning at the other boys who grabbed 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 while watching 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 aloud. 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 while 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 but still looking 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, "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!" he 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. I held my head high, trying to ignore their stares and 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. "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 I soon 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. 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 his 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, the realization hitting me 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 under his piercing gaze.
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", 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 his hands lingered on my hips, holding me firmly. I bit my lips nervously, nervously glancing around but we were alone on 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.
"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 he 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, "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. "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 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.
"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 while 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 and 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, 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 focussed on academics first, getting our student scores above national averages within two years of joining. After that, he 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 honey. 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?"
"What! Are you crazy? I'm the biology teacher. I know about basketball but nothing about coaching 18-year-old boys."
"Please mi amor! 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 and looked up at him, my eyes tracing 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 fantasized 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; 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, 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 and 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, 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, 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..." he added, smirking at Kyle.
"Very funny, Duane, but can you guys start now." I shot him a dirty look, frowning at the other boys who grabbed 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 while watching 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 aloud. 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 while 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 but still looking 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, "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!" he 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. I held my head high, trying to ignore their stares and 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. "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 I soon 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. 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 his 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, the realization hitting me 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 under his piercing gaze.
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", 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 his hands lingered on my hips, holding me firmly. I bit my lips nervously, nervously glancing around but we were alone on 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.
"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 he 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, "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. "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 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.
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