This is the first of a two-part story. The second part is already written and will be posted shortly. All characters are over 18. It was a hard story to categorise. There are some lesbian scenes. But mostly erotic couplings.
Thanks to Kenji for editing.
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I landed in Saint Marie early on Friday morning. Travelling with sixteen excitable teenage girls was about as fun as it sounds. The girls were from 'The Brampton School for Girls'. A prestigious private school, set in the heart of Berkshire. It catered to the daughters of Earls and celebrities. Most of the girls' allowances were more than double my salary.
We were in Saint Marie for one reason-- football. The interest in women's football has increased in recent years. So the Brampton School for Girls set up a team and joined a local league. They wanted their students to play against girls from a variety of backgrounds. At twenty-two, I was closer to their age than the head coach Mandy. The girls on the senior team ranged in age from eighteen to nineteen.
Mandy was brought in to create the team, coach it and hopefully win trophies. They had done well in their first season but now Mandy needed help. Mandy had coached me when I was in my teens and offered me a job as I was at a loose end.
The school was invited to a prestigious overseas tournament. It was hosted by the Caribbean island of Saint Marie. It featured squads from the most prestigious girls' schools in the Commonwealth.
Most of the girls were frequent global travellers, but never without their parents. I had been brought in by Mandy just for the tournament to help out. Due to work commitments, I wasn't able to meet the girls until a week before.
When Mandy introduced me, there was a lot of snickering and giggling. I was used to it. I had done my coach training in a college P.E. department. My dark tan, athletic build and deep voice seemed to affect the girls here too. I promised Mandy I would be professional and install a teacher-student relationship.
With the three-week tournament ahead of us, Mandy was keen to get some of the girls to base camp as soon as possible. We had a luxury home in the mountains for the girls to stay. Ellen our top goal scorer had a very rich father and he graciously arranged it.
I drove the minibus with four of the girls and all the kit up to the house. It was a few miles north of the main city town on the island. Mandy had to go to the tournament headquarters to check us in. She also took the rest of the girls to meet and greet the other teams. Mandy kept the primest and most sensible girls with her. Wanting to give a good impression on behalf of the school. That left me in charge of the most rebellious members of the team. It would only be for a few hours though.
The weather had turned bad when we landed. As I drove up the long windy road, the rain came sheeting down. The road was just a gravel and mud track and soon became waterlogged. Seeing the house ahead perched high on the mountaintop, I pushed on. As we pulled through the wrought-iron gates into the courtyard, we were in the middle of a violent storm.
The girls screamed as they ran to the front door with their bags over their heads. I pushed past them and opened the large front door. I got the girls to take shelter away from the windows. They huddled together as I secured the house and It took three hours for the storm to pass.
Surveying the house, there was no damage apart from a few broken windows. Mandy called me on the satellite phone and said the island had been devastated. The road to the house was blocked with trees and debris. It would take two days for workmen to clear a route to the house.
We had running water, generators for electricity and food for the three weeks. Therefore, we weren't a top priority for the relief force. When I broke the news to the girls, I expected them to complain. Instead, they surprised me.
"Right then, let's tidy this place up. Lewis, will you clean up outside? The rest will clean in here and unpack," Ellen said.
"It's Mr Holtby, Ellen, and I think you'll find I'm in charge here," I said, trying to regain control of the situation.
She was the star striker of the team with a lot of skill, but also a huge ego.
"Of course sir, I was only trying to help," Ellen said, with a meek smile.
Ellen Middleton was the wildest member of the team. She seemed all sweet and innocent but according to Mandy a real live wire. She wanted to be team captain, but Mandy had decided against it.
Her hair was long and black and her eyes bright blue. She had a dark tan from regular sunbathing holidays with her parents. Ellen was a very beautiful girl and she knew it. She had even been a little flirty with me the week before the tournament. I made sure to not reciprocate.
I gave the girls jobs and did as Ellen had suggested and It took the whole day. I knew the girls had slept on the plane so they could handle it. It wasn't perfect, but at least most of the debris had been cleared.
Inside, the girls had cleared the broken glass and unpacked the bags. They had given me the master bedroom which had a huge four-poster bed. I tried to protest that it should be Mandy's room
"Coach isn't here, Mr Holtby. As you say, you are in charge. Why not enjoy the benefits," she smiled sweetly, and I relented.
"Why don't you take a nap? I know you and Coach didn't sleep on the plane. I saw you guys, talking strategy and tactics. You must be exhausted," she said.
She stood in her school tracksuit looking all sweet and caring. She even handed me the worst-tasting cup of tea I ever had. I was exhausted and it was true that Mandy had talked my ear off all flight. I didn't want to leave the girls unsupervised, but they were adults. So I closed the door, slipped my shirt and trousers off and went to sleep.
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"Shhh he's coming around. Jesus, Ellen, how much did you give him," said a girl's voice.
I could hear giggling, and as I opened my eyes I got the shock of my life. Ellen stood at the foot of the bed. Dressed in a bright pink bra and thong that contrasted against her tanned skin. Her body was flawless, supple and toned. She looked like a lingerie model.
"What the fuck is going on, Ellen?" I said as I noticed the other girls standing around her.
They were all in casual clothes, tank tops and shorts mostly. They all had their phones out pointing at me. I tried to move my arms, but they had been tied to the bedposts.
"You see, Lewis, the girls and I have had a chat. This storm has given us an opportunity. A few days to let our hair down. Free from coach, that school and our overbearing parents," Ellen said, putting her hands on her hips.
"We're suffocating, Lewis. Always being proper, always being good girls. It's exhausting. So for the next few days, we're going to enjoy ourselves." She sounded so confident and in control.
"Why am I tied up and where are your clothes," I asked, my head feeling fuzzy.
"We had to make you sleep, Lewis. We needed insurance in case you weren't on board," she spoke sweetly again. As she spoke the girls turned their phones around.
On the three girls' phones was a picture of me in my boxers on the bed. Ellen was curled up next to me in her underwear.
"This gets sent to the headmaster and you're done. Probably Mandy too as she hired you. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She had steel in her voice; threat lacing every word.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, realising I was at her mercy. I couldn't stop staring at Ellen. She was the epitome of a male fantasy. My cock couldn't help but react, as my mind fantasised about what this sexy teen might want to do to me.
"Nothing, Lewis. Just let us do what we want until the road is clear. As soon as the others get here we will delete the pictures. Deal?" she said, walking toward me. She smiled, as she looked down and saw my cock hardening in my boxers.
I didn't have a choice, so I agreed. Ellen turned around and changed into some skimpy shorts and a small tank top. Two of the girls, Marie and Andrea, untied my restraints.
"I told you he fancied you, El. Couldn't keep his eyes off you in training," Marie said.
She was our goalie. Six feet tall with dark skin and very tight braids. Andrea was a winger, barely five foot and very skinny, with fiery red hair.
The other member of the group was Chloe. Blonde with green eyes, she was the curviest of the team. Her big tits were barely contained in her low-cut tank top. She had the most impressive cleavage on the team and a plump arse to go with them.
Once they removed my restraints the girls left me alone in the room. I felt pathetic, blackmailed by a group of teens. I couldn't let Mandy find out about this. She had worked so hard to get this job. Maybe I could use the situation to my advantage. I needed my own insurance against the girls to ensure the pictures were deleted.
When I found the girls they were sprawled out in the lounge. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to set. The storm had knocked out the internet and TV dish, so the TV above the fireplace was off. As they sat on the sofas looking bored, I hung back in the corridor to listen in on their conversation.
"This is boring El, I thought you said this would be fun," Marie said, as she twiddled her braids.
"Yeah, what was the point of all that if we're just going to sit here? Might as well have not done it," said the red-headed Andrea, staring into space.
"Maybe Ellen had other reasons to do it," curvy Chloe said, giving Ellen a sideways glance.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ellen retorted as she paced the lounge, her arms crossed under her small tits.
"Well, it was your idea to do the photos in the first place. You were very quick to strip off and pose with him. Maybe there's an ulterior motive," Chloe said, with a smirk.
"You were the one staring at his dick the whole time Chloe. Probably the first one you've seen," Ellen said spitefully. Chloe went a little red which hinted it may be true.
"That's not fair, El. We all know you fancy him. There's probably not a girl on the team who wouldn't jump him if he offered," Marie said, smiling at Chloe.
