The Substitute Coach

Final's Week

If the team wasn't under pressure before, they definitely were now. Everyone was talking about us and how we were the Cinderella story of the season. The underdogs who had come out of nowhere and defeated the reigning state champs, Eastwood High, to reach the final!

Therefore, keeping the team motivated and charged up to not buckle under the stress and pressure was key. Luckily, I was now an expert on stress management for 18-year-old boys.

"Mmmm... Good job at shooting drills today, Jake?" I moaned out loud, slurping and sucking on the tall black teenager's cock, "But I have noticed that your mid-range shots are... slurp...a bit weak." I added as I took his cock out of my mouth and stroked his spit-covered cock, making him moan in pleasure.

I was on my knees, halfway through practice, courtside, on the basketball court, sucking off Jake's massive black cock! Meanwhile, the rest of the team was finishing up their laps around the court, acting like the Principal's wife wasn't on her knees and slurping up their teammate's cocks in broad daylight!

Kayla had skipped practice today, her message vaguely saying that she was meeting up with Tom for something important. And to top things off, Duane had to miss practice, something to do with his father, Coach Carter.

With Duane missing to call the shots as usual, I decided to take the lead and spice things up for a change. Making some new rules of my own, I told the boys that whoever first scored more than 30 points during the shooting drill would get a reward. A blowjob right there, courtside!

"Ohhh... Fuck... I'll work on them, Coach... Ohhh... Yeah..." Jake moaned out loud in pleasure, his cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked his shaft, "I'll do anything you say..."

It was weirdly fun having Jake moan in pleasure while I teased him. With Duane around, the boys knew that they could bully and dominate me. But today, it felt nice being the one teasing and dominating them for a change.

"Mmm... Good... slurp... I can't have you slacking off when your Captain is not here... slurp..." I replied as I spit and drooled all over his cock, coating it in my saliva before slurping the tip of his cock back into my mouth.

"Oh fuck... Coach... That feels soooo good!" Jake groaned out loud, reaching down to grope my tits through my blouse. My nipples were rock hard as Jake pinched them, making me whimper in pleasure.

"Slurp... Remember this feeling when you are playing in the finals... Mmmm... You can have me all weekend if you win..." I whispered seductively as I licked and kissed his fat cockhead, "I'll be your slutty personal cheerleader..."

"Mmm... I'd love that, Coach... Ohhh..." Jake moaned out loud, reaching down and caressing my cheek affectionately as I took his cock back into my mouth, "Oh fuck... I love your slutty mouth... Suck that cock... Fuck... I'll make sure to score 50 points in the final for you..."

"Cum for me then... Slurp... Prove it to me..." I whispered to him, taking his cock out of my mouth for a brief second and then pressing it against my pouting lips, peppering kisses on his cockhead. I looked up at Jake, my lips coated in his pre-cum, my bright blue eyes looking innocently into his brown ones, "Cum for your coach... Cum all over your coach's face and show me that you deserve my slutty mouth!"

"Ohh fuck... Awww, yes, Coach... Here it comes..." Jake moaned, gripping my blonde hair and holding me in place as he furiously stroked his cock inches away from my face! "Ahhhhhh... Fuck yessss... Take that, you slut... Take that cum all over your face!" he growled, his cock exploding as a huge load of cum splattered onto my face, landing across my nose and dripping down onto my lips.

I moaned out loud in pleasure, the taste of his cum making me tremble in delight as he shot load after a load of hot sticky cum onto my face. After what felt like a full minute of him covering my face in his seed, Jake pulled back and let go of his cock, panting heavily while I licked and slurped the cum off his cockhead like it was the last meal I would ever have!

"Mmmm... good shooting as always, Jake... We'll make a champion out of you yet." I moaned as I swallowed his cum and sucked the rest of the drops of his seed off his cockhead.

Jake laughed as he watched me clean up his cock and then pull away and stand up. He grabbed a nearby towel and handed it to me, but I simply smirked at him and raised a finger to scoop some of the thick strands of cum off my face and into my mouth, "This is too tasty to waste..."

"Fuck, she's such a slut..." I heard Kyle chuckle from behind me, and I turned around to find the remaining three players standing behind me, clearly enjoying watching me suck off Jake's cock!

"And you all love me for it..." I retorted playfully, licking the rest of the cum from my fingers, "Now get back to practising, guys... the next challenge is a two-on-two match. And the winners get to tease and please the coach... anyway... they want to!"

***

The next five days were hectic for the boys and me. With practice going into overdrive, I had a lot on my plate. I was lucky that Kayla helped me out.

She made sure everyone knew what they had to do. She helped me with play formation strategies, signalling, and everything in between. I was so proud of her.

And while her being there did cut down on the slutty incentives I could give my team. I don't think even the boys minded this close to the finals. After all, they were focussing on the championship reward, where they would have me to fuck for an entire weekend.

However, I did find creative ways to keep them charged up and motivated. My practice outfits became skimpier, showing off more of my tits and ass. As if to remind them what was at stake!

However, one side effect of this was that, for some reason, Kayla had taken my new slutty attire as an official uniform of sorts and decided to dress like that for practice too!

The boys weren't complaining, though. They were having a field day, ogling at the hottest mother-daughter duo showing off our tits and asses shamelessly. We were the eye candy, as that jerk 'Simmons' had called us, to enjoy and motivate the team for the Championship.

On any other day, I would have been concerned about my daughter acting like this, especially with the team constantly ogling her. But I wasn't really in a position to criticize her, not with what I was wearing myself.

'Not when I was on my knees half the time, slurping and deepthroating her classmates' thick black cocks.' I thought to myself, feeling embarrassed.

***

"Come on, guys, more hustle!" Duane yelled across the court at the top of his voice, "You can't afford to be this sluggish in the finals!"

It was the last day before the finals, and Duane was in no mood to tolerate even the slightest of errors. I smiled with pride as I watched him be the leader that he was, pushing the boys to do better. He was the reason the team had made it so far, and I knew that if anyone could lead us to the Championship, it was him.

We had been practising for two hours now, but Duane showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Beads of sweat dripped down his muscular body as he pushed himself harder than anyone else on the court. His muscles rippled and flexed as he moved across the court with speed and agility.

His raw physicality was so sexy. I couldn't help but get turned on as I bit my lip, admiring his athletic body shamelessly. I couldn't help it; his energy and aggression reminded me of how he fucked me daily. With the same raw intensity, dominating and pounding his cock in my ass again and again. Fuck me, tease me, please me... Until I was a cumming slutty mess, screaming his name in ecstasy.

'Focus Avy! Focus!' I admonished myself for letting my thoughts wander so freely. He was just a student, nothing more. A student with the most perfect body and cock. The way his fat thick, 12-inch black cock felt sliding deep in my tight ass... fucking me, filling me with his seed, again and again. Taking me like I'm just his cumslut. And those deep dark eyes which pierce right through me. He's just too perfect!

'Stop! He is just a boy... As old as your own daughter!' I scolded myself again as my eyes lingered over his bulging muscles, and I bit my lower lip. God, I was getting so wet!

"Wow! That's his fifth slam-dunk this session..." I heard my daughter call out in amazement from behind me. She, too, had her eyes transfixed on Duane, looking at him with admiration.

Despite how she always said that she hated his attitude, I couldn't help but notice her cheeks flush red as her eyes followed him across the floor. It seemed that she was just as mesmerized by Duane as I was!

"Err... Kayla. I think Duane is going to keep the boys busy for a while. Why don't we both head over to my office to run through the signals one last time?" I suggested, trying to distract her.

It was bad enough that her mother was a complete slut for Duane; the last thing I wanted was to let my daughter catch feelings for Duane!

"Err. Sure... I'll be right with you." Kayla replied absentmindedly, her eyes still transfixed on Duane as he ran past us, "Let me just grab my stuff from my locker... Meet you in the office in five minutes!"

I didn't want to interrupt the boys' practice, so I dropped a message on our team chat group and slipped away. I told them to wrap up soon and take lots of rest before the big game.

***

"Coach Scott! Can I talk to you for a minute?" A stern voice surprised me just as I reached my office.

Coach Carter, our school's baseball coach and Duane's father, stood by his office looking at me.

'Oh shit, what's he doing here this late?' I gulped nervously, my eyes glancing down at my slutty clothes and making me blush. I always scheduled our practices this late so that there was no one around to see what I was up to.

"I actually have something important to discuss. Something that your husband should have noticed but is too blind to see!" He answered slowly in that deep voice that reminded me of his son.

My heart skipped a beat at his words.

'Does he know?' I thought, the colour rushing from my face. He was my neighbour, and his office was just adjacent to mine. And I was moaning and whimpering while his own son fucked my brains out on this couch, just about every day!

Did he hear us? Did any player tell him anything? Did Duane tell him?'

"Coach?" He looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

Coach Carter was just as, if not more, intimidating than his son. He must be around 40 but still incredibly fit. A large muscular man at 6' 5", he looked handsome with his chiselled jawline and salt-and-pepper beard. A tribal tattoo peeked out from under the collar of his shirt, running up along his neck.

But at this moment, I was weak with nervousness, terrified of what he probably knew.

"S-Sure! In m-my office..." I mumbled shyly, fumbling with my keys at the keyhole. Even though I couldn't see, I knew his eyes were checking me out from head to toe. My t-shirt was a size too small, my shorts too tight around my ass and my bare midriff on display!

Coach Carter followed me silently into the office, and I closed the door behind us. I indicated to him to take a seat, but he declined, preferring to tower over me. I was in too much of a klutzy panic to take my seat, so I just stood before him, leaning against the desk, like a student waiting to be punished.

"I-is everything o-ok?" I muttered, still unable to look at him directly.

His eyes seemed to linger on my long, smooth legs, which were on display for him. As if appraising them before they travelled upwards to my hips, my waist and then to my large tits!

I squirmed under his gaze. His piercing stare was like his son's, just colder and more calculating. It was as if he could look right into my head, as if his eyes could penetrate my mind and read my thoughts! My heart raced in my chest as he continued to silently judge me with his eyes while I felt myself blushing deeper and deeper!

"Your husband might be blind... But I know talent when I see it..." Coach Carter finally spoke up.

"I-I don't u-understand," I replied nervously. Talent?

"My son, Duane. Everyone knows that the boy has a talent for Basketball. But not one coach before you seemed to be able to get him to commit. And now, all of a sudden, here he is... not only training daily but also working harder than I have ever seen him." He reached forward, making me jump, as he picked up a framed photo of Miguel on the desk. "That takes real talent, Coach... The ability to get these boys to work so hard, especially Duane."

A wave of relief washed over me, realizing he was just here to talk about Duane.

"I-it's nothing. Y-You know the boys were all great players... They just needed a push in the right direction!" I mumbled, smiling back at him weakly.

"No, Principal Miguel doesn't realize your talent. To take our team to the finals in such a short stint..." He added as he placed the photo back, his fingers brushing against my bare legs and making me jump in my skin.

I couldn't tell if it was an accident. He just kept looking at me as if studying me.

"W-well, your s-son has a lot of t-talent..." I muttered shyly as he kept staring at me, his eyes making me uncomfortable.

He laughed as he heard my compliment, making me blush bright red. It was the first time he seemed to drop his intimidating coach persona and show me the charming smile his son had inherited.

"Yes. He is very much like me... too headstrong, and he can be a bit of a bully sometimes." He smiled as he leaned in closer. He looked down at my long smooth legs, with my ass cheeks pressed back against the desk as I sat on it.

"Yeah, he can be a bit much... b-but I've gotten used to his antics... I know how to handle him now." I smiled nervously at him.

"I am sure you can..." His deep voice purred as I felt him reach down and brush a loose lock of hair off my face and gently tuck it behind my ear. "That's the sign of a good coach--knowing exactly what drives their players."

"T-Thanks Coach!" I muttered shyly.

"Is this new look of yours for my son's benefit then?" he asked in an amused tone. His hand came up, resting on my thigh and made me gasp!

"W-what d-do you mean?" I mumbled nervously.

"This. Your outfit. A little slutty don't you think? For someone in your position." Coach Carter whispered. I gulped, looking at the door behind us and then at him nervously. "I mean... I don't judge. In fact, I have a unique deal with the top players of my baseball team myself."

"D-Deal?" I mumbled in panic, "There's no deal like that. I just- just felt like wearing this..."

"Suit yourself. But I will need a better answer from you on your coaching methods later." He smirked, his fingers caressing my inner thighs and making me gasp, "The talk around school is that you want to switch to being the permanent coach of the team."

"What does that have to do with y-you?" I finally looked up in surprise at his handsome face.

"Well, to be honest, most of the board seems to be thinking that this recent spate of wins is nothing more than dumb luck." Coach Carter grinned at me, his fingers teasing my thighs.

"DUMB LUCK!" I looked up at him angrily, "Didn't Miguel already tell the board members about what a great coach I am!"

"Well, your husband seems to be as blind to your... ummm... talents. Just like the rest of the board. That is why when I heard about their discussion, I offered to 'assess' your skills personally before they made the final call about whether to extend your coaching stint."

"I can coach a basketball team just as well as any man! And Miguel will never allow them to replace me," I retorted indignantly at him.

"I know... but my word carries a lot of weight. I don't want to disturb you too much before the big game, but we need to sit down and have a nice talk about your methods again later after the game," he smirked.

I was at a loss forfor words, but luckily,, Kayla barged in at that very moment.

"Oh, Coach! I'm sorry... I-I didn't know you were here. Am I interrupting something?" Kayla apologized politely. Her eyes lingered for a second on his hand, but he coolly slid it off my thighs as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Just wishing your mother good luck on the big game." He replied to Kayla with a polite nod before he turned and looked at me one last time. "We'll finish this after you've won the championship, Coach!"

And with a final grin, he left, Leaving Kayla and me alone. I would have liked to think more about what Coach Carter said, but Kayla and I needed to run through our signals and plays for tomorrow's game right then.

Nothing is going to stop my team from winning the Championship!'

***

State Finals: Richmond Rattlers vs Newton High

"It seems that Richmond's dream run seems to have finally come to an end! We're almost at the end of the first quarter, and Richmond is already behind by 21 points!" The commentator announced as Eastwood High dominated the court.

The finals were at Newton's Home turf, and we were expecting a tough game, but no one had predicted such a big difference. I had spent all my free time studying our rival and devised strategies and plays that I thought would give us a fighting chance, but the game had not started well at all for us.

The boys seemed to lose focus under the stress, making mistake after mistake! Only Duane seemed to be in full form, but even there, when I signalled him to try some of the plays we had planned, Coach Simmon's team had a counter-strategy to everything we threw at them.

End of First Quarter: Down - 45-21 (Newton in the lead)

Duane came running up to Kayla and me, panting during the quarter break, but for once, even he took a step back at my glare, "What the hell is going on with you lot! You guys are falling apart out there..."

"I don't know Coach... They are countering all our moves... It's as if they can read our minds or something." Duane replied in frustration.

"Nonsense, none of you seem to have your head in the game! Did you see how Winston fumbled the ball when Marvin passed it to him?" I retorted, looking around at all the other players who stood a little bit away.

They seemed to be ashamed of how badly they were playing and avoiding my eyes.

"Get your act together, Duane! I do NOT want a repeat of what happened in the first quarter!" I scolded him angrily as the second quarter started, "Go out there and destroy that smug Simmons' team..."

Duane looked at me in frustration. During all our time together, I had never yelled at him like that. I don't think anyone has. And yet, instead of retorting back, he just bit his lips, nodded his head and then ran off. I watched as he called the other four together for a pep talk before they went to court again.

"Mom, I don't think it's their fault." Kayla began but it was now her turn to take a step back as I glared at her next.

"Oh, I know Simmons is up to something, Kayla. There is no way they are countering us like this on every play!" I glanced over to the other side at where Coach Simmons stood, "But our team hasn't been doing wonders either. It's like they are too afraid to lose... too tense to perform!"

"You handle the team, Mom and let me handle Coach Simmons. I've noticed something, and I want to test it out," Kayla said, "Can you signal our team to run with our first play when we get the ball back?!"

I gave her a puzzled expression but nodded as she ran along to the other side of the court near Coach Simmons and his coaching staff. I had no idea what she was planning, but the second quarter wasn't any better than the first quarter, and my team seemed to get even more stressed.

End of Second Quarter: Down - 85-50 (Newton in the lead)