The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... trembled in my arms, his eyes closed shut as I taught him how to kiss.

"Relax, Winston..." I whispered in between kisses as my lips sucked on his tongue, rolling it around my mouth gently. Winston relaxed, sighing softly as he kissed me back clumsily, his hands hanging by his side, unsure of where to put them.

"Put them around my waist, Winston... hold me close..." I told him softly, feeling his trembling fingers grip my waist. Winston pulled me towards him as we kissed, his tongue finally starting to respond as he licked my tongue with his own.

"Good Winston... now explore my mouth...don't be afraid to stick your tongue in my mouth..." I whispered, my voice muffled as suddenly Winston's tongue darted in my mouth hesitantly. I moaned softly, feeling his tongue lick the insides of my mouth as he explored.

"Yes, Winston... that's it...now make me feel how much you want me..." I told him, his lips locking with mine as I moaned softly, "That's it, Winston... good boy..."

Winston grew bolder as I guided him, his tongue swirling around my mouth as we kissed passionately, his fingers gripping my waist tighter as he explored my mouth. After 5 minutes of making out with Winston in front of Duane and the rest of the team, I finally broke the kiss, smiling at the bigger basketball player, "That was wonderful, Winston..." I whispered as he gasped for breath, grinning happily at me. "I hope you also work hard in practice tomorrow so we can continue this..." I told him, ...

... winking. Winston grinned from ear to ear, his face beetroot red as the team cheered around us.

From then on, Winston really pulled himself up, working hard in practice and was voted best player two more times in the next two days. Each time, I taught him how to kiss me the way I liked it. By the fifth session, Winston probably was the second-best kisser on the team, only beaten by Duane, who was in a league of his own when it came to kissing. By the last session, Winston was kissing me so good that I had to drag myself away from him once the timer ran out. Meanwhile, the rest of the team watched us with frustrated expressions, especially Duane who hadn't kissed me for three days now..

By this time, I had stopped feeling too guilty about these coaching sessions with the team. It was Miguel who wanted me to take over as coach, and while I knew he would not approve of my 'motivational methods', I had started enjoying the boys' attention. They had also started paying attention in my science classes, going so far as bullying the other slackers into sitting through my class attentively.

'It's just a few kisses, and they are improving as both athletes and students. It's not like they are going to get anything more from me after the next game.' is what I was thinking. Miguel had mentioned that they had shortlisted a few coaches, and he was interviewing them. I knew that the team could not make it into the playoffs.

We were facing 'Westview High' - the 5-time reigning champs. ...