Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

'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 and 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, checking if they were decent.

A strong pair of hands grabbed me by my waist and dragged me inside the locker room and 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, 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 while 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, 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 he 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... but 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 myself 'Why am I such a pushover!' before nodding reluctantly, "O-Ok... 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. He 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. He tasted faintly salty from sweat, and I couldn't help but moan 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 tight. I raised my hands to his shoulders, gripping his muscular arms as I savored the kiss of someone who was not my husband.

His tongue explored my mouth, licking the insides of my mouth, dancing with my tongue while I moaned. I had not been kissed like this in years! Miguel wasn't much into foreplay, not that I ever minded, before today that is. 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. He 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 he 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 him. 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 morose 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, "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, 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 him 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! The Coach has something to say to you guys..." he announced, 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 in encouragement. I sighed 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. He was shocked for a moment and his lips stiffened up for a second before relaxing, moaning 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 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. 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. I then turned to Winston, the biggest basketball player in the team. My heart raced nervously, after kissing three of my students on the lips, I was way too embarrassed to look him 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!"

"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 without his kiss and I touched my lips unconsciously, '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 him on his shoulder, "That was some amazing basketball out there".

"It's all thanks to the Coach", 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, 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.

"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, 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... 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 and 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 he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and looked up at me cockily, "Ready, Coach?" he grinned at me.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. Marvin started the timer and 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 his 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 he 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 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, licking his lips as I got up and stepped backwards. The rest of the team was grinning widely, staring at me with lustful looks on their faces. I was deep red with embarrassment and 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 giving 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, 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, 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 to mine, 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 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, 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, 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, "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, heretreated to defence, and despite Westview scoring 4 points in the first 2 minutes of the third quarter, he guarded their star player fiercely, not allowing him to score any points.

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 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..." he 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..." 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,

"Come on out once your husband falls asleep, coach. It's time to collect our reward..." it read. I bit my lips nervously, blushing at his audacity. He wanted me to come out and meet him with my husband in the other room! I typed back a reply angrily, "Absolutely Not... go to sleep!".

My phone chimed again, "A deal's a deal coach... Come on out, we won another game for you... don't be a tease..." he messaged me back cheekily. I couldn't believe how cocky this brute was being. He was treating me like his girlfriend! I was about to type out a furious reply when Miguel rolled over and yawned, "Who is it honey?" he asked me sleepily.

I quickly deleted the texts and placed my phone to the side, "It's Kayla! Asking when we will be back tomorrow..." I lied smoothly as Miguel grunted, "Tell her tomorrow morning by 10..." he grumbled before dozing off again.