I walked into Winter Valley Junior High after the longest week of my professional teaching career. All right, to be honest it was the first and only week so far, but I couldn't imagine a more stressful five days. It's bad enough to take a substitute teacher position for the first time, but to become a coach also. Not only a coach, but one under orders to win the upcoming tournament at any cost.
Those were the publicly known pressures. I couldn't really mention the ill-conceived strategy involving controlling the minds of my players and motivating them through sex. It had improved my love life, but made me paranoid about the secret getting out.
I tried to sneak into the building. However, Principal Van Buren appeared next to me from out of nowhere. "Wilson, am I glad to see you."
"Hello, Principal."
"I heard for my daughter that the relaxation party was a huge success. Vicky could not stop talking about how much fun you made it. She told me all about everything."
I was pretty sure she hadn't mentioned the rec room being made into the nudist colony, the team watching the educational videos that featured other middle grade kids, or her seducing me into bed to deflower her. Thirteen-year-olds leave out so many rather mundane details.
"I think it gave the team a needed break. We are all ready to hit practice hard for the rest of the week."
"Good, good," he said. "Only four more days until the first game. I can almost taste the trophy now."
I thought he had the wrong idea about the trophy, but said nothing.
Down in my classroom/laboratory, Dottie Madison, my co-head coach and partner in crime walked in while I prepared my special concoction. "Well, you ducked out of the sleepover quickly."
"I had some research to do. I'm sorry to have left the cleanup to you and Miss Hamilton."
"There wasn't much, at least not after we aired out the rec room. I didn't remember how pungent teenage pussy could get. It smelled like a whorehouse down there. Is that why you left in the middle of the night?"
I couldn't reveal Vicky led me off to her room, could I?
"Never mind," she said. "I know I had fun." She then walked over next to me. "Is this batch ready yet?"
I nodded as I watched the English teacher fill a glass and gulp it down. Dottie then drew a second cupful and it disappeared just as quick as the first. "We're doing sonnets today. I wanted to see if Browning and Barrett sound better when I'm high on an aphrodisiac. Care to place a bet?"
"I don't care as long as you make practice this afternoon."
Dottie started to leave. "I'll be there. Oh by the way, we might have visitors."
I figured that would be Candice Layne and her cheerleaders. I would be ready for them.
When 3:30 arrived, the gym had more than one unfamiliar face. And it wasn't the cheerleaders.
Curtis, our tallest player, and one of two boys on the team, had brought a friend. Darryl was an inch taller than his sponsor, though not quite as gangly. He had his longish light ash brown hair tied up in a man-bun. His presence made me a little bit happier. Having a third boy would make substitutions slightly easier. We wouldn't have to worry about being penalized for not having a boy on the floor at all times.
I asked the team for input and heard no objections. The only two I expected, Robby or Melissa, endorsed the new kid. Robby could concentrate on his defense without worrying about backing up Curtis at starting center. Melissa figured this would hide her on the bench even better.
The second unfamiliar face was Colleen Lockhart, the art teacher. She brought two of her students, Paris Longstreet and Sammy Tisdale, who were going to make spirit posters for the tournament. We decided that both girls could stay during practice to observe and help with the end-of-practice celebration if they wanted to.
No, it was the third face that bothered me. Principal Van Buren decided to get a first hand scrutiny of our practice. His daughter, Vicky, looked nervous about such a visit. Even though he had told me that anything goes, I wasn't ready to give him the Full Monty of a practice.
I had Dottie conduct the warm-ups after the initial hydration break while I dealt with the visitors. Ms. Lockhart was easy. She just made the introduction and headed home. Paris and Sammy joined the others with a glass of my special solution before enjoying the game of Simon Says we used as a warm-up. They both fell under the spell on the first dose.
A nervous, thirsty Darryl drank two glasses, but he too became one of my command followers. He didn't look quite as agile as Curtis, but he did show promise.
I couldn't chance having the principal drink the concoction. It wasn't so much the mind control aspect, but the aphrodisiac. I knew he and his wife were trying to work out some difficulty. I didn't want him screwing up his marriage because of having an overly stimulated libido. Telling him the truth was like asking for a window seat in prison. So I decided to give him what my grandfather called 'The Bum's Rush'.
"Don't you think you should leave?" I asked the man sitting halfway up in the stands.
"Vicky has been saying how wonderful the practices were. I just wanted to see for myself."
"They're not all that interesting," I said in my bored voice.
"I'll be the judge."
"Are you sure? You'll probably make your daughter nervous watching her."
"Better now than during the real game."
"Don't you have more important things to do?"
"I just spent two days talking with family counselors who explained nothing in my life was as important as that little red-haired girl out there." He glanced in my direction. "As a young single guy living the carefree lifestyle, you don't know about family dynamics. You'll learn after a baby or two."
I rolled my eyes, hoping that after last week, I didn't have a baby or two already on the way. "Don't you want to go see your wife?"
He shook his head no. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's cleaning out her closets right now. I know she contacted the lawyer this morning."
"I'm sorry." I realized he was suddenly alone. I couldn't very well toss him out of his own building. "Principal Van Buren…"
"It's after hours. Call me Marty."
"Really?"
"My mother had a macabre sense of humor."
"Anyway, Marty, do you remember when you gave me this job? You said I could do anything except break league rules or commit murder to capture the trophy."
The principal stared at me for a minute. He was trying to figure out exactly where the conversation was going. "Who… are you going to kill?" I'm pretty sure if I mentioned Vicky's mother, he would have smiled.
"I'm not going to do anything like that. It's just… well, I use some unusual techniques."
Van Buren waved his hand to dismiss my fears. "I'll never admit to being here, as long as you're not hurting the kids. You aren't beating them or anything, are you?" I shook my head. "Then pretend I was never here." He sat back and smiled at his daughter.
I headed back to the players. Dottie saw me coming and intercepted me. "Is he hanging around for the whole time?" I nodded. "So we dial down the… you know?"
This time I shook my head. "We can't afford to waste the practice. And my guess is that he will be spending the rest of the practices here. Don't worry. I think we are golden. At least if we bring home the trophy."
I blew my whistle and gathered the team. Dottie handed out another round of drinks for them. While she got them hydrated, I thought about the next step.
"Team, we are going to have another scrimmage today. I want to see if we can run a quick team out on the court. So I want Kimmy, Bonnie, Rocky, Cassie, and… " I hesitated as I glanced between Vicky and Sandy. The red-haired girl nervously peeked toward the stands in the direction of her father. I decided to spare the modesty of the girl… for the moment. At least.
"Sandy, you will be our ball handler on the quick team to start with. You will go with Coach Madison to talk about plays. And you are designated the Skins team for today."
The five girls started shedding their jerseys as they followed Dottie to the far end of the court to await my whistle. Their lack of adverse reaction to my command displayed that the weekend had not interfered with their submissiveness nor the previous week's training.
I turned to the remaining players. "Team, I'll bet you know Darryl better than I do. Ideally, he will be backing up Curtis at center. Robby, this will push you to rebounding forward, a position you should be a natural at."
I shifted my attention to the girls. Both Emma and Vicky looked hurt by not being included on the Skins team. "When I divide the team, I have reasons that might not be obvious. For instance, Emma, I know your skill. I need to develop your backup just in case. By putting you with the taller Shirts, they will have an advantage. It also allows me to see how good fast players would affect the ball handling by the others. Understand?"
The little girl nodded, her disappointment assuaged for the moment.
"Vicky, I want to let your father have a few minutes to get used to our training methods. Trust me, you and the other Skins will be rotating around for the entire practice. Understand?"
Her faced brightened, knowing I wasn't playing favorites because of her family.
"Now for your assignments. Emma, as our playmaker, you get to guard their playmaker. Play tighter than we have, but not enough to draw fouls. Vicky, as off guard, you will be guarding their best shooter either on the wing or to the side of the playmaker. Melissa, I mean Misty, you have the forward on the weak side."
"Does that mean I have to face the ball?"
I nodded. "Good defense like always. Stay in the passing lanes. And don't let the ball hit your pretty face."
She smiled slyly at my remark while the others oohed as they guessed at its hidden meaning.
"Guys, you are fluid on the baseline. Move back and forth as you see fit. Communicate with your teammates. Challenge, but do not foul. Now let's take the court."
The new kid looked at me. "What should I do, Coach?"
"Shadow Curtis. Back and forth as he moves, but here in the out of bounds area. When the Shirts go on offense, follow him up court, but don’t interfere in the play. In a few minutes, you may get substituted in so pay close attention and learn quickly. Ignore the players on the other team. Don't even think about their little titties sticking out at you. Plenty of time for that later."
"Right, Coach," he said in a mechanical response.
With my team deployed, I pointed to my co-head coach. Dottie held up her finger, requesting a little more time to prepare. I nodded my concurrence.
While we waited, the Principal came over from the bleachers. "Coach Wilson," he said. "Do you know the one team is… topless?"
"By design," I replied. "It helps with the boys' concentration on the game. It's all part of my plan to capture the trophy."
He blinked six times as his uncontrolled mind tried to process my words. "I… I guess it's all right, if it is only at practice." Not quite convinced, he returned to his seat in the bleachers, quite glad his precious daughter was a Shirt.
With both teams ready, I blew my whistle, and the scrimmage was on. Sandy brought the ball up on the dribble as the Shirts waited for the Skins to make the first move. As my team was a little slow to react, Kimmy got a crisp pass and shot a mid-range jumper, hitting nothing but net. The Skins celebrated with high fives all around.
"Play one," I yelled out. Little Emma received the quick inbounds pass and streaked past the topless girls to an easy layup.
"Don't forget," I yelled. "No celebrations until after the final horn sounds.
The Shirts retreated to their defensive positions (none having made it past half court except the little speedster with the ball) and awaited the next play with stoic faces.
The game was on.
We had six possessions for each team before I blew the whistle again."Substitutes. Darryl for Curtis. Vicky for Rocky."
The little red-haired girl peeled off her jersey with a smile on her face. I didn't dare look at her father. Once exchanged, I blew my whistle yet again and play continued.
This pattern continued for almost three quarters of an hour. The Skins showed their outside shooting prowess as well as ball control. Nice crisp passes allowed the undersized team to score on most of their possessions. This I expected. In actuality, I had a different agenda.
In addition to the center swaps on the Shirts, I had the rotation of the shooters between teams. Dottie made sure each girl got to handle the ball, and every girl got at least one stint with the boys. Just as I planned.
What I hadn't expected was Principal Van Buren to join me, standing silently just over my shoulder from the time Vicky got traded to the Skins. I'm sure he was intrigued by the bevy of topless girls, especially a red-haired girl who would be sharing a ride home with him.
About a half hour into the scrimmage, I saw another face standing with us. Melody had arrived from her elementary school to watch her sister. As she looked on, she offered the principal a cup of my infamous concoction. While I had hesitated, she had no qualms about giving the man the tainted fluid. He drank it and a second without taking his eyes off the action on the court.
I love my little mascot helper.
At the halfway mark of practice, we took a hydration break. Surprisingly, the Skins did nothing to cover up their state. They just enjoyed themselves and their overdressed supporter, the one with a huge smile on his middle-aged face. I could almost see the stiff boner trying to break out of his trousers.
While they replenished their fluids, I checked in on our other guests. Paris and Sammy had their sketchbooks out, jotting down ideas for decorating the gym. A single tournament game would be played on Friday night in the Winter Valley building.
The league had the first night's games on the sixteen home courts of unlikely winners, allowing those schools a chance to host games they would be eliminated during. The Saturday games transferred to four powerhouse schools with the bigger gymnasiums. There they whittle the teams from sixteen to eight and then four. On Sunday, those four met at Applecore Academy, the winner of every tournament in the last twelve years, except that one during the infamous flu season. Four games provided the ranking for the trio of trophies to be handed out. Win once on Sunday, and the trophy case got an addition.
"How's it going?" I asked the two aspiring artists.
My question made the two girls jump. Sammy had been doodling in her sketchbook with one hand while diddling under the hem of her rather short skirt with the other. Paris tried to sneak her finger out of the zipper of her jeans without me figuring out where it had been.
"We're… we're doing… doing good," said the startled Sammy.
"Lots of good ideas," added Paris. "For posters."
"Good," I said, quite aware of the aphrodisiac working its magic on the pair. "Do stick around at the end of practice to celebrate with the team. I'm sure everyone will want to thank you for your contributions to team spirit."
The girls nodded before quickly returning to their unabashed fingering.
After the short break, I sent the players out for another session. This time Coach Misty took over as my replacement, allowing Curtis to shift to her place. That meant Darryl now had the center position to himself. I wanted to see how much he learned.
The Skins found the new assignments a bit of a puzzle at first, but adjusted quickly. The Shirts found the double post offense with Curtis on the wing gave them a decided height advantage they could exploit. However, in the end, the smaller girls team edged out their co-ed counterparts. But the scoring was closer than I anticipated.
Exhausted, the players dragged themselves over for a much needed liquid refill. "I was quite impressed," I said. "With all the different combinations of teammates and assignments, you all handled it well."
"But they scored on us a lot," said Emma. I think she thought size mattered and should have dominated.
"To be expected," I said. "Basketball is won by scoring more, rather than just prevention. As in life, score early and often. Then you'll get ahead. But one other note. Darryl held his own during the first time with us. That means our bench is a lot stronger."
I saw the look of relief on Misty's face. She thought she could relax now, as had been her original plan. That would prove to be a miscalculation, one of her few.
"I think this calls for a special celebration today. Our best combination of Cassie, Rocky, Bonnie, Vicky, and Sandy, go with Coach Madison to the towels." The fivesome headed off with Dottie to the secluded spot at the end of the bleachers.
Kimmy and Emma looked at me with long sad faces. "You two are our ambassadors to the artists. Take Sammy and Paris to join the others. Prepare them to be pleasured as a teammate. But don't let them climax until the players do."
Greeting our guests, my two forlorn starters gave their charges a kiss before taking them by the hands.
"Gentlemen, it is up to us to show our appreciation. Coach Madison is now asking their preference. You will abide by your teammate's decision."
We started toward the corner of the gym. I waved for the principal to join us. "Might as well come along, Marty. In for the penny, in for the pound."
When we arrived, Dottie had the five players naked on their backs, thrusting their hairless pussies at us. "What did they choose for their celebration?"
"They all chose cock," said Dottie. "In their pussies."
"Gentlemen, the girls have chosen. It is up to us to satisfy their request. Now, strip."
I looked at a very confused Darryl. "What should I do?" he asked.
"Shadow Curtis, as you did all day. Take Rocky while Curtis takes her cousin, Cassie. Robby, I think Bonnie has her eyes on you."
All three boys wasted no time shucking their jerseys, shorts, and jock straps. Curtis showed his tool needed little fluffing. It was coming erect with only his lust to excite it. Darryl's grew also, though not as long as his buddy's. Farmer boy Robby's reminded me more of a short corncob, nice length but a more impressive girth. I tried to read the expression on Bonnie's face. It was either one salivating for it or worrying what it would do to her nether regions.
"Why are you still dressed?" I asked the principal.
"You want me to…"
"Yes." I looked at the red-haired girl in front of him and her pleading green eyes. "That one there wants you so bad."
"Please, Daddy. I know how much you have wanted to for so long."
Tossing his principles away, Marty unbuckled his suit pants and let them drop to his ankles. His cock sprung out of the fly on his boxers ready to use.
Seven mouths for seven pussies, five licking them to stimulate the lubrication, two slowly bringing two artists to an explosion of color.
"What the hell is going on?"
I pulled my mouth back from Sandy's wet cunt to see a pair of women's three inch stiletto heels next to me.
"Colleen, you're back," said a surprised Dottie. She gulped as the art teacher's eyes stared daggers at her former friend.
"I asked what are you doing to my two students. And these bare-assed boys. And you, Mr. Van Buren. Isn't that your…"
I could almost hear her dialing the authorities.
"Ma'am, you look like you could use a drink." The little innocent ten-year-old held up a green cup of liquid for the outraged, red-faced woman.
"Thank you, dear," said Ms. Lockhart as she grabbed the cup and guzzled the drink. "And bringing alcohol onto school property. What were you thinking?"
"Would you like another?" asked Melody in her innocent voice.
"I need a double," said the art teacher as she chugged the second.
Dottie stepped over to her fellow teacher. "It wasn't alcohol, Colleen," she said in a very calm voice. She ran her fingernails gently down the woman's cheek. "You have just been given a powerful aphrodisiac and mind control cocktail. I'll bet you can feel it coursing through your veins right now. Your cunt is starting to heat up."
"Yes," said Ms. Lockhart, her angry voice disappearing as she squeezed her thighs together. "Oh, yes."
"Kick off your shoes," Dottie said. "You cannot wear stilettos on the gym floor. Everyone knows that."
Bending each knee, the woman took off the offending footwear.
Dottie turned back to the team members. "The situation is resolved. Go back to your celebration."
The seven mouths returned to the seven pussies. Soon our five players had generated enough wetness while the other two had a great desire to climax. The three boys looked over to me, and I nodded my approval. A small chorus of 'aah' sounded the reaction as the boys entered their targets. I did the same to Sandy, finding her hymen already torn. Then I looked to my left.
Principal Van Buren hesitated. I knew he would not be deflowering his daughter, but didn't want to divulge how I knew.
"You have to do it," I said. "Show Vicky how proud of her you are."
"But, she's my little baby."
"Come on, Daddy. Please." She looked up, but saw him shying away. So she continued. "Fuck me. Daddy. Fuck me like you used to Mommy. Stick it in and fuck me until you cum."
He saw she was no longer the innocent he drove to school that morning. But even the urging of the girl wasn't enough.
"Do it, Daddy, or I'm going to find somebody, maybe the janitor, maybe the gardener. Your slutty daughter needs to feel warmth flowing into my womb." Her eyes pleaded, but still he hesitated.
"Do it now, Daddy. Don't be the cuckold Mommy says you are."
That phrase lit a fire in his loins. He jabbed in, probably expecting to hurt her for the hurtful word. But that barrier had already been crossed.
"Now fuck me," said Vicky. "Show me your love. Shoot into me your love juice. Make your granddaughter with me tonight."
That stoked the flames of passion, and Marty Van Buren fucked his own daughter like a man possessed. With that settled. I turned back to the girl under me.
"I'd take one of those," said the silvery blonde teen. I tipped my head quizzically. "I'd take a baby," clarified the girl. "Your baby."
I acquiesced to her desire, whether it was the aphrodisiac or the mind control talking. I shot my cum deep into her body just as she came.
A whole angelic choir came one after the other. The loudest was Sammy being brought off by little Emma. That girl was just so good with her hands.
After showers to remove any evidence of their celebrations, the players all headed home. Dottie had called the parents to warn they might be a bit late. Almost an hour, but who was counting?
That left sisters, Melissa and Melody, and the two art students, Paris and Sammy, along with Dottie and me standing around the reclined body of Colleen Lockhart. "Is she dead?" asked Paris.
"No," said Dottie. "I think she had one of the best cums in her life though, and then she collapsed."
"I missed that," I said. "What happened?"
"I moved her away from the other celebration," said Dottie. "While Melissa sat on Colleen's face, I proceeded to eat her out. It was going along like a normal threesome when I put a finger in her hole. It was so loose, I added a second and then a third. Colleen started to scream into Melissa's pussy to add more. I was about to add my pinkie when I saw that smaller version on the end of Melody's wrist. And well, it fit nicely."
"You fisted the art teacher?" I asked in astonishment. Melody got a shit-eating grin from ear to ear.
The young girl then spoke up. "She started to say something weird like, 'Yes, King. Do your bitch. Do me good.' It just repeated and repeated."
"Is King her boyfriend?" I asked.
"I don't think so," said Paris. "I think she's a strict lesbian."
"She does have that sketch of a German Shepherd," said Sammy. "I think she said he was King Rudolf of Studsbury."
"She can get a dog to put its paw in her pussy?" asked a confused Melody.
"I'll explain later," said her sister. "But I'd like to see her do it."
Colleen's eyes started to flicker. "Oh, what happened?"
"You got lightheaded," said Dottie. "I think you were having hallucinations."
"Must have been the coke I snorted after seventh per… I didn't just say that."
"We didn't hear you say anything," I said.
Colleen tried to rise, but started shaking her head. "I have to get home. Shit, I have to get the girls home, too."
"I'll take you and them," offered Dottie. "I want to meet this roommate of yours. You know, I bet the girls would like to also. I'm pretty sure we could arrange a sleepover, even if it is a school night."
The two horny art students were beaming at the possibility.
After we helped Colleen to the car, the two sisters and I waved goodbye."Coach, are we ever going to get to my special lessons?" asked Melissa.
"Tomorrow for sure," I promised. "Now, let's get the two of you home."
"Mom won't be home until tomorrow," said Melissa. "Long after we leave for school. Why don't we just go home with you?"
I looked back and forth between the girls. I could get used to that arrangement.