The Substitute Coach

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!