Fantasy The Substitute Sluts

The next morning, as I entered the teacher's lounge, I found Asa and Bridgette huddled together in one corner, talking in hushed voices. I smiled and waved at them as I made my way over to them.

"Hey girls! What's going on?" I asked them curiously as I approached.

"You, of course, silly!" Bridgette giggled, "I can't wait for the quarterfinals! It's so exciting that the school might actually win a championship for once!"

I blushed bright red as Asa chimed in, "I know! And you're the one leading the charge Avy! The first female coach in our school history!"

I giggled and waved off their praise, "Oh I'm not THAT special... The team is just amazing. They are really dedicated to winning!" I gushed, feeling my face flush with pride as I thought about my team.

"But you are amazing! Don't sell yourself short!" Bridgette exclaimed, "And it must be so stressful for you... You can always tell us if you need any help, you know. We could chip in and help with practice or anything really..."

Asa nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah Avy... Anything you want."

I glanced at my two beautiful colleagues, my eyes drinking in Asa's cute Asian features and Bridgette's sexy Latina curves. I could already imagine what my perv team would do if they got Asa and Bridgette in their midst! It was hard enough getting them to work hard with me wearing slutty outfits for them. It would be like adding gasoline to a fire if I brought over two more buxom teachers like Asa and Bridgette along to practice!

I forced myself to smile and politely declined their offer, "Thanks girls... I really appreciate your support. But Miguel's already taken care of that. He's appointed Kayla as the team's Manager..."

"Oh that's great. Principal Martinez must really have high hopes with this team. First his wife and now his daughter, he's got the whole family involved in training up the team right!" Bridgette exclaimed.

The way Bridgette said this, brought back my fears from last night. I had a brief image of Kayla undressing while surrounded by my team in the locker room. Just like I had done a few weeks ago. However, I shook my head and snapped myself out of my thoughts, admonishing myself for thinking about my innocent daughter in that way!

"I gotta go girls... I need to get ready for practice..." I told my friends hurriedly, waving goodbye to Asa and Bridgette as I left the teacher's lounge and headed back to my coach's office to prepare for practice.

***

*Knock Knock*

I was about to leave for practice from my office the next day, when there was a knock on the door and Kayla walked in. I gasped as I saw her outfit.

Kayla was wearing the tightest white T-shirt that hugged her curves intimately, accentuating her busty assets beautifully, as well as, the shortest and smallest pair of red gym shorts that I have ever seen. The stretchy fabric clung to her large bubble butt tightly, emphasizing the shape of her round juicy ass.

I had never noticed this before but the gym uniforms for our school were quite slutty! Or maybe it was the fact that I was about to take my gorgeous 18-year-old daughter to meet my team of 18-year-old black studs for the first time!

"Hey Mom! Am I late? I changed as fast as I could..." Kayla smiled at me.

"Kayla... what are you wearing?" I blurted out the obvious question as I stared at my gorgeous busty daughter.

"I wanted to look the part of a Team Manager! So, I thought gym clothes would be best!" She replied innocently, twirling around for me.

'The boys are going to have a field day today...' I thought to myself. 'Why does Miguel keep volunteering us for this stuff!'

"S-sure... Umm... yeah! That's a good choice..." I stuttered, trying to sound normal. I grabbed my bag and said, "Let's head over to the basketball court..." I took a deep breath to calm myself down as I stepped out of my office.

The basketball team was already in the middle of their practice when I arrived there with my daughter. As expected, the team stopped in their tracks as soon as they saw Kayla and stared at my busty teenage daughter in awe as we walked into the gym.

"Guys... Meet our new Team Manager!" I introduced my daughter to the team, "Principal Miguel believes that she can help us out with keeping track of schedules and other team responsibilities... So that we can focus on the game better."

Duane whistled as he stared at my daughter, making me glare at him sternl. "I'm not sure we'll be able to focus at all with the hottest coach AND the hottest cheerleader around us at training..." he joked cheekily, making the rest of the team chuckle out loud.

I blushed at this comment and was about to reply when my daughter cut in and walked up to him with a defiant smile on her face.

"I'm NOT your cheerleader, Duane. I am the Team Manager, and you can take those dirty thoughts of yours out of your head. Like I told you guys last time. I have a boyfriend already, so it's better that you guys do not waste your time hitting on me. Instead focus on your practice!" Kayla spoke confidently, not backing down as she stood firm in front of Duane.

"Oh Snap!" The other boys exclaimed collectively as Kayla called him out in front of everyone. It was clear that she wasn't going to take much of his usual smooth talk.

Duane glanced at my nervous face before looking down at my feisty daughter appreciatively. "I like your attitude, Miss Manager. It's gonna be fun having you around..." Duane chuckled before turning back to face me. "You ready Coach?"

"Y-yes! Okay guys, back to practice now!" I exclaimed nervously, clapping my hands to get everyone to run a few laps to warm up while Kayla walked back to me, a grin on her face. I felt so proud of her!

"Is he always this cocky, Mom?" Kayla asked me, making me blush deep red. "I can't believe he was trying to flirt with the both of us! How do you tolerate him? I hate guys like that!"

"Well, he is a bully for sure," I mumbled shyly. "But he's also one of the best players I've ever seen. The whole team works hard because of him, I guess that's why I cut him some slack..."

"Well... I'm glad that I'm here to help you now, Mom..." Kayla smiled at me reassuringly, "You can focus on your coaching, and I'll keep their minds focused on basketball and not on us! Trust me... I've dealt with guys like Duane before. They might act all dominant, but I know how to shut them down."

'I hope you do sweetheart...' I thought to myself as I looked at my busty daughter proudly, but my mind went back to the countless times I had already sucked off Duane in my office, obediently swallowing every last drop of his cum! I blushed deep red as I wondered how Kayla would react if she knew how much of a bully Duane really was.

"What's next coach?" Duane interrupted my thoughts as he jogged up to us, panting. My eyes checked him out, up and down, hungrily, as he wiped away beads of sweat from his forehead with the towel around his neck.

His tall athletic body always made me weak in my knees... and I loved how his basketball uniform emphasized his broad shoulders and muscular arms. And judging by the bulge in his basketball shorts, Duane was already half erect! I bit my lip as I imagined his cock, thick, long, and hard within his shorts.

"Mom? What's next?" Kayla interrupted my naughty daydreaming, making me snap back to reality and blush bright red.

"Ohhh... Oh yeah... The quarterfinals are tomorrow, so I was thinking we can memorize some secret signs for the plays we developed the other day," I replied, clearing my throat. "Kayla, can you bring out the whiteboard for me. It should be in the storage closet..."

She nodded and rushed towards the storage room. As soon as she was out of earshot, my team began making dirty comments about her.

"Nice job, Coach. Bringing your hot daughter to motivate us during practice!" Duane joked playfully as he stared after Kayla, his eyes locked onto Kayla's juicy bubble butt, which bounced with each step.

Not just him, Marvin, Jake, Kyle, and Winston were also gawking after my hot teenage daughter with lust in their eyes.

"Duane! Don't you dare..." I warned Duane firmly as I glared at him. "I don't want you guys hitting on Kayla!" I hissed quietly so that Kayla wouldn't overhear me.

Duane smirked at my warning and leaned in closer towards me, placing his hand on my waist. "Relax Coach... We're not gonna touch her... But you do have to admit that your daughter is smokin' hot!"

"Oh, she's got those juicy big tits from you Coach!" Jake exclaimed loudly. "I bet those tits taste delicious!"

"Dude! Have you seen that big bubble butt of hers... Shiiiit... I wonder if it bounces as much as Coach's when she rides cock..." Kyle added in appreciation.

"Not as long as she's with that dipshit, Tom. I hear the two of them have got some purity pledge going." Marvin added, "But if she was my girlfriend, I'd have her riding my cock every single day!"

"MARVIN!!! Guys! Stop it..." I whispered firmly, trying to scold them, but the guys continued fantasizing loudly, ignoring my protests. It was only when she returned a few minutes later that they finally shut up.

"Here's your whiteboard, Mom! Is there anything else?" she asked me and set it up courtside, before she noticed my face red from embarrassment. "Is everything ok?"

"Everything is just f-fine... thanks baby..." I mumbled nervously, still blushing bright red as I took the marker from her. "So, team, today we're going to come up with some hand signs we can use in the games... If you memorize these perfectly, I can guide you through the game from the courtside..."

The guys gathered around as I explained the sign language to them, and they followed me intently as I demonstrated each signal. All the players tried their best to focus on the lesson, but they kept stealing glances at Kayla the entire time.

For some reason this made me both irritated and jealous! Irritated because I was trying my hardest to teach the team, but they couldn't focus. Jealous because Duane was checking out MY daughter instead of me! He always loved teasing me every day but he seemed to be fixated on Kayla today!

The rest of the practice went by uneventfully as I drilled my team on those signals, making them repeat it again and again, till they got it right. They still made naughty jokes at my, and now at Kayla's, expense. Kayla obviously was not having any of it and rebuffed any attempts to flirt with her.

She was the new toy for them, and they loved teasing her and getting reactions out of her. This irritated me to no end, so by the end of our practice I was pouting.

However, when Kayla went to put away the equipment, the boys finally found time to pay attention to me again. After all they wanted their reward again, didn't they!

"So, Coach... we'll have our reward session in your office after Kayla's gone right?" Kyle asked me, smiling widely. He had gotten the signs memorized perfectly, and was expecting a nice make out session from me.

"Oh, is that so? I thought you guys had forgotten about me after ogling my daughter all afternoon..." I snapped at him sarcastically.

"Oh, come on Coach... We were just kidding around. You know that you are our favorite!" Jake apologized, trying to appease me, but I rolled my eyes.

"Well, since you guys like kidding so much. I'll be cancelling the reward session today... I'll see you tomorrow, during the game!" I told them with a sarcastic look on my face.

And before they could react, I turned around and stormed out of the court, along with Kayla, who had finished putting away the equipment, leaving five extremely disappointed players in my wake.

***

I was still fuming with jealousy when I reached my office. Kayla had left for home, but I needed a bit of time to cool off, so I decided to stay behind for a bit. I was so confused right then that I was behaving like a high school girl and it was all because of Duane.

'Why am I getting jealous if he checks out Kayla... I mean he's just a high school kid. It's obvious that he'll prefer someone younger than me!' I thought to myself, as I paced around my office angrily.

'Maybe this is for the best. Maybe I should stop this nonsense with Duane and the team completely. I'll just tell Miguel to get Coach Reed to return temporarily until we find someone permanent. I'll quit this job... Yes, that's it!' I decided.

'And Duane... I don't care about him... He's just a stupid high school boy... I don't need him! He can go flirt with whoever he wants... I don't give a fuck...'

My runaway thoughts were cut off by a knock on my door. I glared at the door and was about to yell out, "Go Away!" when Duane entered the office.

He was still in his basketball uniform, with that charming smug smile on his face as usual. I glared at him indignantly for a few seconds before turning my back to him. "Duane, I told the team that there will be no reward sessions anymore... so you can leave now!" I told him coldly.

He said nothing as he closed the door behind him and walked up to me slowly until he was standing behind me. I could feel his presence as I took a deep breath and clenched my fist as I tried to control my anger.

Duane placed his hands on my waist lightly, his fingers tracing circles against my hips as he caressed my skin. I tensed up immediately, as soon as he touched me. "D-Duane! I told you to lea..." I began, but he spun me around abruptly and pulled me in for a kiss.

My eyes widened up in shock as Duane pressed his lips against mine hungrily and his tongue slid into my mouth. I tried pushing him away from me, but he was too strong for me. His hands wrapped around my body possessively as he pulled me against his hard body and kissed me passionately.

Despite all my protests, I melted into his kiss eventually. My fists balled up against his chest, my lips locking with his, as I returned his kiss with equal passion.

I hated how much I loved kissing him.

"Mmmmm... Duane... Mmmmpphhh..." I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down to my ass and squeezed my soft ass-cheeks firmly. He gripped my ass tightly and I gasped for a moment as he lifted me up easily and carried me over to my desk. He sat me down on the edge of my Coach's Desk, his lips never leaving mine as we kissed deeply.

When we finally broke away from the kiss, I panted for breath as I stared at him indignantly, my face red with a mix of lust and anger towards him.

"I guess you finally remembered your Coach huh..." I snapped sarcastically at him before turning my head away from him haughtily, refusing to look at him.

Duane smirked at me as his hands cupped my face affectionately, turning my head until I was looking into his eyes once again. "You look so fucking hot when you get jealous Avy," he whispered to me, "I never thought I'd see the day when you would get jealous over me." He chuckled, making me blush bright red one more time.

"I'm not jealous Duane! I'm mad at..." I began explaining, embarrassed to admit how I felt but he silenced me with a soft gentle peck on my lips.

"You have nothing to worry Coach..." Duane whispered to me while I still pouted at him, "Kayla might be hot but she's nothing compared to a MILF like you... You're the most beautiful, sexiest, sluttiest, hottest woman I've ever met Avy... And I've never fucked any slut as hot as you before!" His lips planting soft kisses onto my neck as he whispered to me.

"Duane! I'm not a slu..." I mumbled shyly but he cut me off again, this time his kisses trailing down my body until his lips latched onto my soft tits through my top.

"Yes, you are Coach Avy... A filthy fucking cock-loving slut!" He murmured as he bit my nipples gently through my top, making me gasp out loud in pleasure, my hands running through his hair, "But you're MY slut! Not every guy gets a chance to fuck a hot MILF like you... I fucking love you Avy..."

This caught me by surprise, "W-what did you say?" I mumbled, looking down at him wide-eyed and he looked up at me mischievously. He winked at me playfully, "I'm sorry Coach... Did I say something?" He teased me, making me pout at him again.

"D-don't say things you don't m-mean, Duane..." I mumbled shyly, my cheeks burning bright red as I avoided eye contact with him. "I forgive you okay! I know that you just like making fun of me..." I added, crossing my arms over my chest indignantly.

"Well, I do enjoy watching you act all innocent, Coach... you pretend to be this goody-two-shoes teacher but then you turn into this cock-craving slut whenever I whip out my dick!" Duane laughed, making me glare at him indignantly, "I love making you moan like a slut Coach... It's so fucking hot!" He chuckled, pinching my nipples through my top, making me moan involuntarily.

"Stop it... I'm still mad at you... D-Don't think that you can tease me and get away with it..." I protested weakly but Duane smirked at me, "Aww... Why not Coach... Do you really want me to stop?" He asked playfully, his right hand reaching under my skirt, while his left cupped my face affectionately and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Duane... I said not today!" I looked back at him with my glazed, lust-filled eyes, my body shivering with anticipation as his fingers traced my pussy through my panties. He grinned as he watched me lick my lips, my body trembling with desire as he teased me.

"Let me make it up to you Coach... Let me make you feel real good..." he whispered to me, leaning forward to plant soft kisses onto my neck as he hooked his thumbs into my panties and slipped them down my legs.

As I watched, he then knelt down before me as he pulled my panties and skirt down my legs, his face level with my pussy. "Spread your legs Coach..." Duane commanded me, as I leaned back on my desk and parted my legs for him.

I was soaking wet by now. I knew that I should stop him, that I shouldn't let him get his way yet again, but I didn't want to! Instead, I moaned loudly as he leaned in forward and planted a soft sensual kiss on my inner thighs, his tongue licking my juices hungrily as he moved closer and closer to my pussy.

"Uuuuhhhhh... Duane... Ohhhh..." I moaned out loud as his tongue flicked against my pussy, my body squirming with pleasure as my star basketball player licked my pussy hungrily.

"Look how wet my slutty coach is... Your pussy tastes so good Coach..." Duane teased me, blowing gently against my pussy before he planted another soft sinful kiss on my sensitive slit, "Beg for it Coach... Beg me to eat your pussy..."

I knew I shouldn't do it. I knew that I would lose all the leverage I had if I succumbed to his demands, but I was too far gone to care! Duane had teased me too much and my mind was clouded with lust! I needed him to make me cum!

"Please... Duane... Eat my pussy..." I begged him, looking down at him with pleading eyes, "I'm so wet and horny... Please make me cuuuummmm..." I pleaded with him, my hands reaching forward to grip his hair as I pushed his head between my legs and smothered him against my dripping pussy.

Duane didn't need any more encouragement! He chuckled triumphantly as he plunged his tongue into my pussy, his lips sucking on my sensitive clit hungrily as he devoured me. My body shivered with lust as his tongue swirled around my pussy, his fingers probing into my tight pink hole as he lapped up my juices.

'He's just 18! How can he be so good with his tongue... Oh god...' I thought to myself, moaning out loud in pleasure as waves of bliss rippled through me. Miguel did eat me out occasionally but compared to Duane, my husband was a rank amateur! It was as if Duane knew exactly which buttons to press to make me moan!

"OH FUCK... YESSSS DUANE... RIGHT THERE! LICK ME THERE..." I screamed out loud, my hips grinding against Duane's face as he teased circles around my clit in a rhythmic motion that drove me crazy. I couldn't believe that this boy was making me moan like a slut! This was definitely not how Miguel ate me out!

"Ohhh... F-fuck Duane... Ohhhh... Fuckkkk... Yesssss... Like that... Eat my pussy..." I moaned out load, my hips bucking forward subconsciously as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Duane gripped my thighs firmly as he ate me out, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Who's the slut now Coach..." Duane teased me, breaking away from my pussy for a moment to grin at me, as I squirmed with lust. I blushed bright red as he smirked at me, "Admit that you're a cock loving slut Coach and I'll make you cum..." he teased me, his tongue flicking against my pussy, barely touching me.

'Fuck! He drives me crazy...' I thought to myself indignantly, 'I hate how he teases me so much...' I bit my lower lip, my body quivering with lust as I finally gave in to his demand.

"I'm a slut Duane... I'm your slut... Make me cum... Fuck, I'm so close..." I confessed, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as I pulled his face back between my legs, "Ohhh fuck... Ohhh yesss... Like that... Just like that Duane... Fuck, I'm gonna cuummm..." I moaned loudly as he drove me to my orgasm.

I was at my limit and within seconds, my pussy convulsed as my orgasm washed over me. I threw my head back in ecstasy, my back arching off the desk as a powerful spasm ripped through my body while I came all over my star athlete's talented tongue., "OHHHH... FUCKKK... I LOVE THIS! I'M CUMMINGGGG..."

As I recovered from my orgasm, my mind was in a haze of lust as I pulled Duane up by his hair, my lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss, as I tasted my juices on him.

"That was incredible... How did you get so good at that..." I moaned as we kissed, our tongues interlocking together while I groped his massive cock through his shorts.

"I guess I'm a natural..." Duane chuckled, breaking our kiss and flashing me his trademark charming smirk.

"You are such a brat... but I guess you've earned your reward today." I giggled, rolling my eyes playfully as my hands tugged down his shorts, freeing his monster black cock. It was slick with precum, throbbing in my hands as I stroked him gently.

Duane let out a groan as I ran my hands up and down his thick shaft slowly, "Damn Coach... I've been wanting this so bad..." he grunted, thrusting his cock through my hands as I jerked him off.

I looked up at him, biting my lower lip as I leaned forward and planted soft kisses on his neck, my hands never stopping their stroking motions as I worshipped his cock, "Let your slut take care of you then..." I whispered to him seductively, my tongue flickering against his neck as I spoke, "I know you want your coach's slutty lips around your fat juicy cock..." I added, making him groan out loud as I kissed my way down his body.

"Oh, fuck Coach... I love how you become a total slut once we get start..."

We were interrupted by the sound of his cellphone ringing from the table. I ignored it and made my way down to my knees before him, my fingers playing with his black cock as I stared up at him with glazed eyes.

However, he picked it up immediately as he looked at the screen, "Hi Dad! What's u... Yes, I am practicing for tomorrow's game..." Duane lied smoothly into the phone as I planted soft sensual kisses onto his cock, making him clench his fist as he tried his best to suppress his moans while talking to his father over the phone.

"Oh, come on Dad... I'm busy right now!" he spoke to his father while I licked the underside of his cock slowly with my tongue, my lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as I teased the bulbous head of his black cock, "Ok, Ok! Fine! I'll meet you there!" Duane sighed exasperatedly before hanging up.

He then stared at me with lust-filled eyes, groaning out loud as I sucked hungrily on his cockhead while stroking him with one hand, "Sorry Coach but I gotta go!" Duane exclaimed, pulling my head back suddenly so that his cock popped out of my mouth, "Dad's waiting for me..."

"Mmmm... You sure..." I replied, planting soft sinful kisses onto his black cock while I jerked his massive shaft, "I'm sure Coach Carter will understand if you arrive late..." I added naughtily, my tongue swirling around his thick black shaft as I slurped on his juicy cock.

Duane let out a loud moan as my lips wrapped around his cock again, taking half of his 12-inch black cock into my mouth, "F-fuck Coach! I'd love to stay but I really gotta go... Dad hates it if I keep him waiting..." he groaned, making me pout at him as I broke off my blowjob reluctantly.

I pouted up at him as I stood up, my eyes fixed on his throbbing black cock as I helped him pull up his shorts over his hard erect cock. "Fine... I'll see you tomorrow during the game..."

Duane winked at me, giving me one last kiss on my cheek as he exited the office, "Love you Coach... See you at the game tomorrow!" he told me playfully, closing the door behind him as I stood there dazed for a second.

'Cheeky bastard...' I thought to myself, smiling bashfully as I tidied up my clothes. I picked my Miguel's photo, tidied up my office, and looked guiltily at my husband's smiling face, 'Oh Miguel... what did you get me into?' Or, should that have been, 'what did you get into me?!'

***

Quarter-Final: Richmond Rattlers vs Oak Tree High

The atmosphere was electric as I stood courtside along with Kayla and waited for the players to come out. Miguel had pulled some strings to ensure that the quarterfinal would be held at our school. He knew we were the underdogs, and the home advantage would give us an edge.

"I can't believe they are cheering the same team which was out of the running just a few months back when you took over Mom!" Kayla told me excitedly, looking around at the packed seats.

"Yup, no one believed me when I took over after Coach Simmons left... and now look at us..." I smiled at her, my heart swelling with pride as I looked at all the fans who had shown up to cheer us.

Kayla was dressed up for the occasion. She'd decided to cheer for the team despite being the Team Manager. She's donned her sexy cheerleader outfit, which consisted of a super short pleated skirt and a tight blue top.

I was wearing a short yellow dress which clung to my curves, emphasizing my hourglass figure beautifully as well as my long, luscious legs. I'm sure my boys would love me in this dress when I gave them the special reward I had planned for them after they won the game for me. I blushed as I imagined stripping for them tonight after the game.

My thoughts were interrupted by a snide voice from behind me, calling me out. It was a voice I hate, and I recognized it very well: Coach Simmons! He was the previous coach, who had quit our school and then joined one of our competitive schools instead.

"Well, well... Look what we have here... A washed-up science teacher who thinks she's a basketball coach..." Simmons jeered me as he walked up to Kayla and me.

"What are you doing here, Simmons? Didn't we beat your team's ass a few weeks ago?" I retorted sarcastically, making Simmons roll his eyes at me.

"Very funny, Avy... But you got lucky that time! My team underestimated you and your bunch of losers... There's no chance in hell that you can win again!" he taunted me, "Not at this level! I've coached the ragtag team you have now for months, and trust me, I know that you're a one-trick pony! Any team just needs to mark your star Duane and your team is toast..." Simmons added insultingly.

Kayla had enough of Simmons trash-talking our team, "Hey! Don't talk to my mom like that! She's the best Coach this team has ever had!" She snapped at Simmons who glanced appreciatively at her tits and then chuckled at her outburst.

"Oh, I bet I know the reason why the boys love having her as a coach. Everyone loves a bit of eye-candy, don't they?" Simmons smirked, making me blush bright red.

"Mom! Ignore him... He's just jealous of us..." Kayla snapped at him, making Simmons laugh out loud mockingly. "What are you even doing here?"

"Oh... It always helps to do a bit of scouting! Especially against the competition..." he retorted with a smug smile, "But you don't need to worry... I'm going to be keeping an eye on the other team. Afterall, they are the ones who we will be facing later, after you lose!"

Then with a final sneer Simmons sauntered off to take a seat in the bleachers facing me, chuckling to himself. Kayla looked at me concerned, "Mom... Don't listen to that creep. We are going to win this!"

"Yeah... we've got this honey..." I smiled at her reassuringly, turning to watch the team enter the court and the game began.

As expected, the opposing team had marked out Duane as the biggest threat. Their defense was focused on Duane, cutting off his passes and guarding him closely so that he couldn't have any space to maneuver or even communicate effectively with his team.

However, this was exactly what I had planned for and had the team memorize all those plays and secret hand signals! Oak Tree assumed that we only relied on Duane and didn't bother marking the rest of the team properly.

My players glanced at me every few minutes as I observed the opposing team and immediately signaled them the plays they should use. It was like we were playing on a whole other level as all the hard work and strategy we had been working on for weeks finally clicked. Despite Duane not being that effective in this game, we were able to easily score baskets and maintain the lead throughout the game until the clock hit zero!

The Richmon Rattlers won 105 - 98!

Kayla and I hugged each other in excitement as the buzzer rang and the crowd went wild! The team was mobbed by the other students as soon as they stepped off court.

I, however, looked over at Coach Simmons sitting in the stands across from me. He looked like he'd swallowed a bug as he stared at me. I blew him a kiss mockingly, making him storm out of the court.

'That'll teach you!' I thought to myself triumphantly, as I smiled. I was so proud of my boys! They had worked so hard, and the win meant the world to me.

Eventually, the crowd dispersed, and Kayla also left to join the celebrations with some of her friends, leaving me alone on the courtside. I glanced around to see if I was completely alone before heading into the locker room.

As expected, the team was celebrating our win, when I entered the locker room. They were joshing around and joking with each other when they noticed me walk in and they went silent as they watched me saunter in, wearing my tight little dress.

Duane winked at me as I stood in the center of the locker room, smiling seductively as I twirled around for the team. I tossed my clutch-bag to Jake to hold while I teased my team.

"So, boys... I believe that you guys deserve a reward for winning today..." I announced, glancing around the room and slipping the strap of my dress off my shoulder teasingly.

"Hell, Yeah Coach!" Kyle exclaimed enthusiastically, making the rest of the team nod in approval and cheer loudly, "What do we get this time, Coach?"

"Hmmmm... Well, I was thinking that I can strip down and give all my boys a nice blowjob each..." I proposed naughtily, making the boys yell out loud in excitement, "But ONLY if you guys promise to win the semi-finals for me..." I added playfully.

"So, boys... Do you promise to win the next game for me?" I asked them teasingly. The boys roared out loud as I slipped my dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, standing in front of them wearing a naughty black lace lingerie set. I had picked out this one especially for them.

"We promise, Coach!" the team yelled out loud, making me giggle naughtily as I walked up to Winston first, my hands cupping his crotch as I massaged his cock through his shorts.

"Well, you boys better keep that promise. Otherwise, you won't get to fuck me again..." I teased them playfully, "But for now, who wants a nice blowjob?"

However, we were interrupted by my cell phone ringing from my bag. Jake glanced down at my bag and pulled it out and handed it to me. It was Kayla!

"Hey Mom. Where are you? I've been looking all over for you. Are you still with the team?" Kayla asked me. I blushed bright red as I covered the receiver with my hands while the boys walked over to me and pulled down their shorts as they circled around me.

"Ummm... Uhh... Hi baby. What happened?" I replied nervously, trying to sound as normal as possible, as I glanced around at the circle of athletic, 18-year old cocks surrounding me.

"Dad and Manny want to celebrate and are headed over to Bob's Steakhouse. I had a date with Tom, but he cancelled on me at the last minute... So, I thought I'll join you guys instead. I'll come over to the locker room to pick you up, okay..." Kayla informed me, as she cut the call.

I stared at my phone wide-eyed as Kayla's words sank in. 'SHIT! Shit! Shit! She's coming here!' I thought to myself, panicking.

"What happened, Coach? Is everything ok?" Kyle asked me and put his hand on my waist, making me jump in shock.

"Kayla is coming here! She's going to reach any minute now... W-we can't do this boys... We n-need to stop!" I told them nervously, making Duane chuckle out loud.

"C'mon, Coach... Do you really think that the guys can stop now? Their cocks are going to be tenting their shorts if they walk out now." Duane asked me with a grin, making me pout at him.

"B-but she'll catch us... If she sees us... Oh, god!" I mumbled, my cheeks burning bright red as I stammered nervously. However, Duane stepped forward and tilted my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes.

"Relax, Coach... I'll take care of this. I'll go out and distract her while you take care of the guys here..." Duane told me reassuringly, making me stare at him nervously.

"We can't risk that Duane..." I started protesting, but he shushed me with a finger to my lips.

"Do you trust me, Avy?" Duane asked me, making me gaze into his deep brown eyes for a few moments before I nodded silently. "Good... Now chill, Coach... I'll take one for the team and skip this reward session and keep Kayla busy while you take care of the boys..." he winked at me before tucking my hair behind my ear affectionately as he left the locker room.

I gulped and looked at his athletic black body walking out of the locker room before turning towards the team nervously, four black cocks standing at attention before me.

I was still nervous but I knew that I needed to take care of the team before Kayla arrived, so I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and knelt down before the boys, "I guess we'll just have to be quick... Come here boys..." I whispered to them naughtily as I reached out for two juicy black cocks, stroking them firmly as they grunted in pleasure.

"Who wants their Coach's slutty lips around his cock first?"

***

I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and happy. My mind drifted back to the events of last night and I smiled to myself as I replayed the events in my head. My body shivered with lust as I recalled kneeling before my four players and giving them the sluttiest blowjobs ever.

I couldn't believe how much cum I ended up swallowing last night! It was all thanks to Duane though. I'm not sure how but my smooth-talking stud had kept Kayla occupied and eventually she'd dropped a message that Tom showed up in the end and she kept her date with him after all.

Meanwhile, I had taken care of Kyle, Marvin, Jake and Winston in the naughtiest way possible! I never knew I could suck cock that many times without getting tired, but I was glad that I could take care of my team.

However, Duane had missed out on all the action, and I felt a bit guilty that he sacrificed himself for the team. 'Maybe I'll make it up to him with a special treat just for him...' I thought to myself as I stretched lazily and got out of my bed to get dressed for school. We didn't have any practice today as the boys needed a well-deserved break.

"Hey Kayla!" I greeted my daughter cheerily as I joined her and my husband for breakfast, "You look lovely today!" I added, noticing my daughter looking sexier than usual today. She was dressed the same as usual, her nose buried in a book, but there was something different about her. Something I could feel but couldn't explain, "How was your date with Tom last night?"

"Oh... My date? Oh that... Yes, it was nice..." Kayla responded, blushing bright red as she avoided making eye contact with me. This was odd but before I could ask her anymore questions, Miguel came in and hugged me from behind.

"Good morning, Coach!" Miguel greeted me happily, kissing the back of my neck as I giggled and turned around to hug him properly.

"Good morning, honey!" I replied, giving him a soft peck on his lips, "I'm sorry I missed dinner and came in so late last night..." I apologized, "I stayed over to congratulate the boys after their big win."

"Guess I will have to get used to the fact that my wife is on her way to become the ace Coach..." Miguel laughed as he let go of me and sat down to join us for breakfast, "What did you guys end up doing anyways?"

My mind wandered back to how they had cum all over my face, tits and mouth last night, making me blush bright red as I remembered licking their cum off each other's cocks. But as I looked back at my perfect husband's smiling face, a wave of guilt washed over me, "Oh you know the usual... gave them a pep talk, talked some strategy, etc." I lied nervously, "Oh and we celebrated their victory by ordering pizza."

I glanced at Kayla, who was watching me intently with an odd expression, her cheeks burning bright pink as she stared at me. However, Miguel seemed satisfied enough with my answer as he nodded approvingly at me and continued eating his breakfast. However, I couldn't help but feel guilty about hiding things from him.

He was the love of my life, we had grown up together and fallen in love during high school, married at 18, and now we had a family. We were the perfect couple and I loved him so much.

Yet for past month or so, I had been fucking and sucking his entire basketball team behind his back! 'It's only temporary...' I told myself, 'Just till we win the championship...'

"Oh, one more thing honey, do you have your practice tomorrow? Why don't you come home early? I'll cook your favorite dinner for you!" he asked me cheerfully, making me feel even guilty about lying to him, "Lasagna, like last time?"

"Oh sorry, Honey. I have practice and then need to spend some time with Duane to work on strategies for our semi-finals next week. I think I might end up being late. Sorry!" I lied. I knew full well that I'd be spending the evening with Duane on my knees worshipping his huge 12-inch black cock.

'What am I doing?' I wondered as I finished my breakfast quickly, grabbed my stuff and rushed out to avoid further questions.

***

"Come on guys.... pass the ball... pass it! No holding on the ball for more than three seconds!" I shouted out instructions while the boys ran through the practice plays. It was just Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston on the court. For some reason Duane was late.

Even Kayla was nowhere to be found. I was about to give her a call when she showed up, jogging up to me.

I couldn't help noticing that she was also wearing lipstick and a bit of blush, and judging by the way her big tits bounced as she jogged towards me, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra under her gym clothes.

"Hey Mom! Sorry I'm late... I was...umm... busy with Tom." Kayla apologized, making me raise my eyebrows at her. Any other time, I would have questioned her slutty outfit, but I was wearing the same gym uniform with its tiny shorts and tight fitting T-shirt myself.

Kayla's eyes widened up in surprise as she registered that I was wearing the same outfit as hers, "Is that my spare gym uniform, Mom?"