The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... replied cockily, "We'll make sure to take VERY good care of your wife."

The way he stressed the word 'very' made my blush deepen, and Miguel glared at Duane before nodding and leaving me alone with them. I swallowed nervously, adjusting the hem of my skirt, wishing I had worn something longer.

I know that I am a very attractive woman; Miguel constantly tells me that, but with these five eighteen-year-old black boys staring at me, I suddenly felt like my long wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and curvy body with big breasts, and wide hips weren't such a great thing anymore.

"Ok, boys", I began awkwardly once Miguel had left, "Principal Martinez thinks we can still turn things around for the championship this year..."

"Does he now?" Duane cut me off, stepping closer, "Maybe if we had a real coach instead of a bored science teacher filling in for her husband..."

"Excuse me?" I frowned, taken aback by Duane's cockiness. "I know I'm only filling in temporarily, but I played basketball myself, so please show me some respect, Duane. I AM still your Coach."

"Oh...Reeeaaally?" He smirked again, stepping even closer to me. He towered over me in his jersey shorts and sneakers, making me look up at him. I couldn't help but notice his board shoulders and muscular arms.

"And how do you propose to 'help' us win? This ain't biology class, Ms. Avy..." he teased me, licking his lips as he stared at my tits.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" I demanded angrily, my hands ...

... on my hips, narrowing my eyes at the young man before me. I glanced at the other boys who had spread out on the court, watching us intently.

"What it means is that we'll continue to train the way we want to... and you can stand there and watch...'Coach'." he said condescendingly before turning around to join the other boys as he led them back to the court. I fumed silently, glaring at their backs. This was going to be harder than I thought...

***

I've never been one to give up on any challenge. I started coming early to practices, watching videos, and trying to analyse their gameplay and strengths. During practice, I spent the entire time shouting instructions to Duane and the boys, trying to get them to listen.

However, the boys seemed more interested in checking out my body than listening to me. Whenever I got them to line up for me, their eyes were glued to my long legs and tits, making me wonder if they even heard a single thing I was telling them to do. So I made sure to dress conservatively in loose-fitting sweatpants and baggy jackets, hoping to stop Duane and the others from ogling me. But no matter what I wore, whenever they stood in front of me, I always felt their eyes on me, undressing my curvy body rather than listening to my instructions.

The problem was Duane; he was a fantastic player with natural talent. Charismatic and a natural leader, he actually led the team quite well. The other boys followed him like sheep, doing whatever he said. But he ...