The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... he grinned cheekily at me. Winston was. Next, I kissed his cheek quickly as he licked his lips hungrily, staring at my chest.

And finally, Duane stood before me with a grin, his muscular arms folded in front of his broad chest. As I leaned on my toes to kiss him, Marvin, Duane's best friend, said, "I think the MVP deserves something extra right?" he asked.

I looked up at Marvin, confused, but he continued, "I mean, he was the top scorer tonight... shouldn't he get something special?" he grinned, looking at the rest of the team nodding.

My face looked from him to Duane; the cheeky bastards had planned this! "Umm... well..." I began to speak, but Duane cut me off, "Well, Marvin, I mean, that depends on Coach..." he replied, looking at me, "What do YOU think, Coach?" he asked me with an innocent look on his face.

"W-we had a deal, Duane..." I warned him, frowning at Marvin and the rest of the team.

Duane grinned and leaned down, whispering into my ear, "I know, Coach... maybe I could get just a small kiss on the lips?" he suggested, looking at me for my approval.

I hesitated and looked at their expectant eyes. I knew that I shouldn't do it, but Duane WAS the MVP, and he had led the boys to victory. I looked around at Marvin, Jake, Kyle and Winston's hopeful expressions. It was the same look that Miguel gave me when he wanted something. I could never say 'No' to anyone.

I sighed thinking to my 'Why am I such a pushover!' before nodding reluctantly, "O-Ok ...

... Duane... but JUST one tiny kiss..." I whispered to him.

Duane nodded, grinning from ear to ear as his friends cheered and hollered. I bit my lip nervously; I couldn't believe I was about to kiss one of my students. Duane stepped forward and cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my head upwards and bent down. I looked up at his handsome face before he leaned in pressing his lips softly against mine.

I closed my eyes, feeling his smooth, full lips press firmly against mine, kissing me gently. He tasted faintly salty from sweat, and I couldn't help but moan softly as his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Duane's tongue flicked out, gently parting my lips apart as he slid his tongue in, probing my mouth. I moaned in response, involuntarily allowing his tongue in my mouth as he kissed me deeply, squeezing my hips tightly. I raised my hands to his shoulders, gripping his muscular arms.

His tongue explored my mouth, licking the insides of my mouth, dancing with my tongue as I moaned softly. I had not been kissed like this in years; Miguel wasn't much into foreplay. Duane pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the lockers.

I whimpered as his tongue played with mine. I knew I should stop this, but his kiss was intoxicating. Duane kissed me passionately for another few minutes before pulling away, a thin strand of spit connecting our lips for a second before breaking apart; leaving me panting and gasping for breath.

"Fuck Coach, that was ...