The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... me; while we had been talking, each of the guys had walked over to me, surrounding me from all sides; they were stroking their cocks as they stared at me lustfully, not even bothering to hide their desire for me. "Oh god..." I gasped, my face bright red as I stared at their cocks; they were all so big! And each of them was stroking themselves, getting harder before my eyes.

"W-what are you guys doing... s-stop this...!" I whispered in a low voice, unable to tear my eyes away from their cocks.

"Stop what, Coach?" Kyle asked me teasingly, moving closer to me until he was only a few feet away.

"This, you know, touching yourselves while staring at your science teacher like this... it-it's not appropriate..." I whispered, my voice shaking as I tried to control my nervousness.

"You've got a smoking body, Coach... it's not our fault you look so fucking hot..." Marvin told me as he stroked his cock, the tip glistening with precum.

I looked at Marvin in shock, "Marvin... t-that's not nice to say..." I stammered; I couldn't believe the language he was using.

"It's true though, coach... you look fucking hot..." Jake chimed in, "You are stacked like a porn star... look at those juicy tits!" he told me appreciatively, staring at my tits lustfully.

"Jake!" I exclaimed in shock, looking at him with a disapproving look on my face, "I'm not a porn star..." I protested, embarrassed at their comments.

"Well, coach, you are definitely dressed like one today..." Winston ...

... told me with a smile as he eyed my lingerie, "Matching black lingerie? I think you were expecting something like this, coach..." he told me with a grin.

My face turned crimson as I looked at Winston in shock, "Of course not! I wore this for Miguel... not for you guys!" I lied in a low voice, looking around nervously.

Duane smirked at me, "Well, Principal Martinez is not here now, coach... so why not give us a little show..." he told me bluntly as even he began stroking his cock, "It will help us take care of our boners faster." he reminded me teasingly.

"I'm not doing anything else; we had a deal. Let's just get in the shower and end this." I told them in a firm voice, trying to sound angry.

Duane chuckled, "I don't think you'd want us to walk out of the showers with our cocks hard like this, Coach..." he told me suggestively, stroking himself faster as he stared at my tits lustfully, "What if someone sees us walking out with the Coach with our cocks like this?"

I swallowed nervously; Duane was right. What if someone saw us? It would be scandalous! But he was asking way too much, "Duane... c-come on... that's not fair..." I told him nervously, looking at the other guys, "Guys... come on, just stop this, OK." I pleaded with them.

Duane smirked at me, his eyes never leaving my tits, "What's not fair, coach? We made playoffs for you... we deserve a reward." he told me cheekily, taking a step towards me so that his thick cock was inches away from me, all the while ...