Sara Winslow had been coaching the girls' volleyball team at Eastern Valley High for 3 years now and had been keeping a terrible secret for the last year. At a very awkward time in her life Sara found herself drawn to one of her students. This was the first time in her life that she experienced any sort of sexual feelings for another female and the fact that it was an 18 year old girl was quite troubling for her. Sara had been married for 20 years to John Winslow and considered only the first 10 of those years to be a real marriage. John kept himself buried in his work and had not spent any quality time with Sara in years. As a result the lonely woman eventually found herself experiencing strange thoughts.
Sara was now standing in the girls' locker room looking at herself in the mirror. At 40 years old Sara was still a striking woman. Her breasts were a perfectly round C cup which complimented her shapely ass to a tee. Her long black hair framed her beautiful face and brought out the light in her deep blue eyes. After all these years she was only now starting to see a few grey hair and the first signs of crow's feet. Her breasts only sagged a little and her ass was only showing moderate signs of a slight southward movement.
Reaching down with her right hand to the bench in front of her, Sara lifted the towel she had thrown there earlier in an attempt to hide what lie beneath. As Stacy Sheppard had undressed for her post practice shower the 18 year old senior had dropped the panties she had worn all day onto the bench. Seeing a chance to claim a souvenir, Sara had dropped a used towel onto the bench covering the panties. Just as the coach had hoped, Stacy had been too busy chatting with her friends to remember the used garment and had gone home for the day without her soiled panties.
Sara held her breath in anticipation as she slowly brought the girls panties up to her face. She looked closely and saw to her shame and excitement that the panties were indeed stained with Stacy's secretions. Sara brought the panties to her nose and breathed deeply of the heady scent. Her knees got week and her stomach began to flutter as she inhaled the most private odor of her teenage charge. Sara moved the panties to her left hand and almost without conscious thought moved her right hand down the length of her torso until she reached the waistband of her sweatpants. With a guilty look over her shoulder, Sara let her hand creep down inside of both her sweats and panties. She shivered as she felt the first strands of pubic hair touch her fingertips. She moved her hand lower and rubbed it softly across her quivering mound. She could already feel the moistness of her hair on the palm of her hand and slowly slid her middle finger between her lips.
The feeling was like static electricity as she began to slide her finger along the length of her pussy, gently stroking her outer lips and building her own excitement with each pass. Sara breathed deeply of her student's scent as she began to stroke herself faster allowing her finger to go deeper and deeper. All thought escaped her mind except the notion of getting herself off. She was almost embarrassed by the soft squishing sound coming from her now soaking wet crotch. Sara began to moan softly in time with her own ministrations without thinking let her tongue slide out and lick tentatively at the soiled panties she held in her hands. She was immediately overcome with passion as she tasted the salty, musky leavings of young Stacy. Sara began to lick in earnest as she stroked her pussy in an ever increasing fervor.
She was close now, so very close. Her body shook with pleasure, her heart pounded out a beat so loud Sara could almost hear it over her own moaning. Her right hand stroked furiously and she began sucking the juices from the used panties. Just when she felt she could take it no longer, Sara exploded in the most satisfying orgasm of her middle aged life. Her knees gave way and she sank to the floor slowly easing her finger from her now sensitive pussy. She gave the panties a final lick and let them fall to her lap. Sara was breathing heavily and her head was spinning but she was grinning with satisfaction.
And then the cheering started. Laughing and cheering and clapping coming from the direction of the door Sara had sworn she had locked. Her eyes flew open wide and her head turned quickly to the sound. Sara was at once shocked and embarrassed by what she saw. There, standing in the doorway to the locker room were 4 of her starting seniors. Stacy Sheppard, she of the soiled panties was standing in the forefront of the group. Behind her were Lindsey Morgan, Kelly Sinclair, and Rose Masters. The girls continued to laugh at their coach until Stacy raised her hand to silence them. It was then that Sara noticed the video camera Stacy was holding in her other hand.
Sara began to speak not even sure what she would say but Stacy silenced her by yelling, "Shut up bitch! You'll speak when you're given permission". The young girl walked slowly toward her now kneeling coach and stopped just half a foot from her. "Let me lay this out for you as simply as I can you perverted old whore. You're caught and you know you are. Nothing you say at this point is going to matter at all so you can forget about threatening us or getting all high and mighty about this." Stacy was standing straight and tall and from this angle Sara's face was level with the girl's crotch. Even as scared as she was Sara was tempted to steal a glimpse. Before she could act on that feeling however, Stacy began to speak again. "We've all seen you watching me. Seen how you stare at my ass or tits when you think no one is looking. We know what a pervert you are so save any bullshit for someone else. You see coach, the four of us have been fucking each other for well over a year now and we spotted you a mile away. The truth is we set you up with the panties. I never believed you would go for it but Rose was certain."
Sara began to grow very cold at the thought that her students had set her up intentionally. She would lose her job now and most likely her husband. And oh what her parents would think. Sara tried to plead with Stacy but received a slap in her face as she began to speak. The shocked coach sat back on her heals and began to cry softly. Stacy laughed and said, "Cry all you want to bitch but we own your ass now". She continued, "You see we've been getting bored with our little adventures. Sneaking of to each other's houses and fucking and sucking is fun and all but we needed more. That's when Rose showed us websites about slaves. I mean imagine how hot we got at the idea of having our own sex slave. We were hooked on the idea but couldn't come up with a suitable target. And then we remembered our little pervy coach."
Stacy went on to explain how the girls had come up with a plan to entrap Sara and force her into becoming their slave. She went on to talk about how thrilled they were at the idea of having someone to degrade and humiliate like the sorry bitches in the stories they were reading. And now they had their own little sex toy to play with.
Sara took this moment to plead her case. She was sobbing as she pleaded with the girls to forget the whole thing. She begged them not to ruin her life and at that point Stacy told her that would not happen. "We aren't going to expose you, you stupid cunt. We won't see your job or marriage ruined unless you misbehave. Now I think you need to take off all those clothes you're wearing and let us take a good look at our new property.
