Tuesday morning came very quickly. I had barely closed my eyes when my alarm went off. I couldn't close them because a pair of hyperactive girls wouldn't let me turn off the light. We had to keep the light on in order to see just how long it took for my cock to recover. My cock had to recover because one or the other wanted to see what semen looked like on her sister's face. It was on the girl's face because each only wanted one load in their pussy. Their pussy was filled with my seed because both girls wanted to bear me a child. And a child would tie me to them forever.
I delivered a freshly washed Melody to her school before heading to Winter Valley Junior High with Melissa. It gave us a little alone time to talk privately.
"Coach Wilson, my sister thinks she's in love with you," said the fourteen-year-old.
"She doesn't seem to be making a secret about it," I said.
"She doesn't know how to keep a secret like that."
I chuckled, knowing the younger girl to be the best secret keeper I ever met. "What about you?" I asked.
"Yes, I could keep a big secret like that," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
"No, Melissa. I wanted to know if you are in love with me."
This time she giggled. "Maybe a schoolgirl crush, but you are too old for me."
"So, you don't like sleeping in my bed?"
"No," she said. "I could do that every day. Or more like every night."
So could I, I thought.
I walked into the junior high three steps behind the eighth grader. I loved looking at her perfect ass. I had never thought of a girl like that. I had always been a bare legs or small chest kind of guy. Her younger sister was more likely to have attracted my attention.
Once inside the building. I watched Melissa head for the lockers while I waited to be accosted by either the principal or his secretary. Neither showed their face so I made my way to my classroom. I thought my morning would be uninterrupted.
Watching the clock, I knew just how much time I had to prepare my concoction and get cleaned up for my first period. Each day the margin got smaller. I could not afford interruptions as I had received previously.
My luck did not hold. Just as I fired up the apparatus, I saw a Van Buren enter my classroom. Not the principal, but his cute little red-haired daughter. "Hello, Coach," Vicky said. "I hope you don't mind. My daddy told me to thank you for the practice last night. Especially including him in the celebration."
"Oh, he's welcome," I said, trying to keep my eye on my equipment. "Will he be there to watch tonight?"
"No," she said sadly. "He has some sort of appointment to go to after school. Mommy is going to be there to make sure he isn't."
My closed practices had more spectators than some games. "Thanks for the heads up. We'll figure something out. Is there anything else?"
"Do you have any more of those treats you brought to the party on Saturday? Mommy really has liked those. She finished the last one up this morning."
I had forgotten about the aphrodisiac-laced no bake cocoa bars I tried to ply on the team. They had come in handy dealing with Mrs. Livingston and proved a key in being invited into Vicky's bedroom. "I don't have any here. I'll have to whip up a new batch, but it will have to be after practice. Sorry, but it will have to be another day."
"That's all right," she said while she bit her bottom lip.
"Is there something else?" I asked as I watched the boiling liquid almost overflow.
"Daddy told me I should show you how much your coaching has helped me. May I?"
"Sure," I said, my concentration divided for the moment.
The little red-haired girl came around behind my lab table. She knelt in front of me, squeezing into the void to allow legroom for sitting. Grabbing my zipper pull with her dainty little hands, she yanked it down.
"What are you…" I didn't finish the sentence for two reasons. First, I knew full well the only reason for a girl to unzip a man's fly was to access his cock. Second, and more importantly, the door opened, and another teacher entered.
"Hey, Wilson," said Candice Layne as she barged in and crossed to the front of my table. "I just wanted to remind you the cheerleaders will be coming to your practice this afternoon. When do you want the She-Wolves there?"
My hands pushed the crown of my first visitor below the tabletop. Nonplused, Vicky slid herself into the hole and then reached into my boxers. Her little hands located the treasure she sought, the conflicted penis. Half of my blood coursed to my groin at the thought of a teen fondling my member. The other half raced to my brain, warning of the danger of being discovered.
"We… we start at about… 3:30 with… warm-ups. After that… then we have… a scrimmage. That would… would be more fun… for the girls… to see."
"Yeah," said the woman, oblivious to my stuttering. "We'll see just what we can do to help the team. The She-Wolves will see you then."
She turned to leave. Just as she reached to door, Candice looked over her shoulder. "I haven't had a redhead like that in a long time."
Vicky seemed unaware of the older visitor. She had convinced my body to obey the desires of my lower head. Her tongue coaxed the precum to see the light of day, only to be whisked off to Vicky's ravenous mouth. She had obviously done this before, though I doubted it was her father.
The classroom door opened again, this time Dottie Madison, my co-head coach waltzed in. "At it again, Frankenstein," she said. "I just want to warn you. I'll be late for practice today. I have to help Colleen take King to the vet's." I must have had a WTF expression on my face because she clarified the sentence. "I have to help the art teacher take her dog to the vet clinic."
"Oh… Oh, yeah." I'm not sure who I was responding to more.
"Well, if that's as much as you care." Dottie turned on her heel and stomped out.
"Look out," I said as the door closed. That sentence was directed at the girl under my bench. Her tongue work had done its magic, and I felt my semen spurt out at her. From above I couldn't see what it might have landed on. With my knees weak, I landed in my rolling chair.
"Did you like that?" asked a grinning Vicky as she crawled out from under the table.
"Of course," I said before seeing the ropes of goo that found their way onto her head, across her cheek, dripping from her chin, and landing on her chest, wetting her light pink polo shirt. To complicate things, I heard the first sounds of students in the hallway. "Quick, I have a sink in the back room."
Reluctantly, she headed into my supply closet and returned a minute later. She had gotten her bare skin washed, though the goo in her hair would never be mistaken for hair gel. And then there was the shirt. The stain was seven shades darker than the rest. I really wished I had a washer / dryer to take care of that. "Sorry," I said.
"No biggie," she responded. "I'll just say it came from Daddy. No one will say a word then."
She gave me a kiss on the lips, breaking the embrace just before the door opened and the first students entered. "See you at practice," said Vicky as she skipped out the door.
The red haired girl almost ran over her teammate as she departed. Bonnie did a double double take before a smile crossed her freckled face. She gave me a thumbs up sign, nestling her hand in the valley between her two small mounds before her eyes bugged out. She pointed at me and then part way down my front.
A slight cool breeze coupled with Bonnie's warning gesture made me spin around. I jammed my flaccid cock through the fly and zipped it close. Looking around, no other eyes had focused on my wardrobe malfunction.
I stepped over to my eagle-eyed forward. "I owe you one," I whispered.
"I'll collect later," she said with a wink.
So much for an uneventful morning.
The whole day, I felt I was in a fog. When each period ended, I barely started with the lesson plan. I'm usually much more clear-headed. I began to blame the early morning blow job, but in the back of my mind, I knew that was wrong.
For one thing, I've had sex before school before. Not often, but on occasion. That had never affected me before, at least not for the entire day. For another, I started to fantasize about a few of the students. One example was Bonnie in the first period.
I could see her totally naked sitting there in the front row. When I looked in her direction, she spread her knees, allowing a clear view of her pussy. The area around her slit glistened as though dusted with glitter. In the next instant, she was in her normal baggy sweatshirt and jeans.
I contemplated a visit to the school nurse, though I couldn't go home sick. We were already down one coach for practice, and we had only two days before the tournament began.
At noon, I stayed in my classroom, trying to collect my sanity again. Probably not the best strategy, but what options did I have.
While I sat there wallowing, Melissa stuck her head into the room. "Coach Wilson, may I come in?"
"Of course, my love." I had no idea why I said that.
"Bonnie said you were acting… strange."
I nodded my head as I undressed the girl with my eyes. It was all I could do not to jump onto her and make mad passionate monkey sex with her.
She studied my apparatus for mixing the aphrodisiac and mind control concoction. "Why is this still bubbling?"
"It isn't," I said. "I turned off the heat when Vicky gave me the blow job."
Melissa gave me a dirty look before saying. "I hate to say this, but it is still bubbling. And I think a stream of vapor is leaking out, right at your desk."
I stared into her face, trying to see if she was joking. Sensing she was not, I checked the settings and found the truth. My brilliant understudy was perfectly right.
I turned off the valves as she opened every window to air the place out. Then we ran out into the cold outside air.
"I'm feeling better," I said after a few minutes.
"Do you still want to have monkey sex with me?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Then you are not better. I think you are overdosed on the aphrodisiac."
"You're right," I said. "As always. I guess we'll have to cancel the practice."
She shook her head. "You need to sit this one out. I'll take over. Between Coach Madison and me, we…"
"Dottie's not going to be there. Something about a dog. My mind is all kind of jumbled now."
"Then I'll run the entire practice. You can be the figurehead, but I'll do the controlling."
I thought about her proposition for a moment. The moment turned into five minutes before my brain finished all its pornographic calculations of what I could do with her. "Take me back to the classroom. I have to give you my official whistle, Coach Misty."
Practice was a blur. Literally. Everyone moved at lightning speed. The ball whizzed from player to player. I clocked little Emma dribbling basket to basket at 105 miles per hour in a 5 mph zone.
I had forgotten to tell Melissa of guests coming. When Mrs. Van Buren (call me Vanessa, please) arrived with Mrs. Livingston in tow, practice had already broken into the Shirts vs. Skins scrimmage. Fortunately for Coach Misty, her little sister, Melody, was again the perfect hostess, offering the women drinks to calm their nerves. I simply had to sit between them and calmly allay their minds. After all, playing basketball topless wasn't like, say having sex, was it?
The arrival of the Winter Valley She-Wolves strutting through the crash doors brought a whistle from Coach Misty. She decided a refreshment break was appropriate as the cheerleader squad joined our players.
"We have arrived," said Candice. "Sorry it took so long. Heather and Jasmine, our captains, wanted to get the routines perfect before coming over." She looked to the Skins at the water barrel. "If I knew you didn't mind a little bare skin, we could have skipped getting into our uniforms. Don't tell the administration, but the girls prefer to practice in the raw."
"I won't say a word," said the principal's wife.
Melissa jogged over to join us, bringing a green cup for Ms. Layne. "This is our coach for this practice," I said. "Misty."
Melissa pushed her black plastic frames up her nose. "Hello," she said, holding out the drink.
"Thank you," said Candice before taking a drink. "I give you permission to use the girls any way you want. They are rather eager beavers to help, if you know what I mean."
A mischievous smile came across my protege's face. "For now I'm going to split the squad, one on each end. I'm going to have them practice both positive and negative cheers, just so the players get used to it."
"In the tournament, there is no negativity," said Mrs. Van Buren shaking her finger.
"That's not what Curtis said," replied Melissa. "Especially from Applecore Academy. They get away with a lot because they always win."
Candice turned to the students. "Heather, take Daisy, Poppy, Holly, Blossom, and Zinnia with you under that basket. That leaves Clover, Violet, Sage, Marigold, and Saffron with you, Jasmine. Listen and obey what Coach Misty tells you."
That shouldn't be a problem, I thought. Especially the part about obeying.
Practice resumed with the split cheer squads giving a lot of positive encouragement. "This is looking fun," said Mrs. Livingston working on her sixth drink.
It was too smooth, I thought. I noticed Coach Misty whisper in the ear of a petite blonde. "Which one is that?"
"That's Sage," said Candice. "She's small in stature, but big in volume. Not only that, but she has the mouth of a stevedore."
With Curtis having his back to the basket on defense, Sage yelled a phrase that was neither positive nor acceptable we could hear all the way to the bleachers. The boy spun and raised his fist to strike the girl. The ball swished into the bucket as he stepped over the end line.
"Oh, shit," I said. I tried to run to prevent a homicide, but Misty blew the whistle first.
"She's got this covered," said Candice as she pushed me back onto the wood.
As quickly as the incident flared, so was it extinguished. Thirty seconds later, the whistle blew again and the scrimmage continued. Cheers interspersed with taunts rained down on the players, but they turned a deaf ear to the negativity.
It wasn't long before Coach Misty blew the whistle for the final time. The students, players and cheerleaders, mobbed the coach as she stood at half court. I was hoping her glasses survived the dog-piling.
After a quick refreshment break, the She-Wolves ran through all of their routines to a very appreciative audience. Ben Franklin said something about getting thirteen clocks to chime together. The dozen She-Wolves would have proved him wrong. Their synchronicity amazed me, as did the creativity in their routines. Back in my day, we were lucky to see three or four girls in step. Candice had done an outstanding job with them.
Coach Misty approached the four adults, including me. "Coach Wilson, do you have any recommendation about celebrations tonight?"
I looked at the players, the adults, and the cheerleaders. "I say we need to thank our guests who did such a great job trying to distract the team. We have eleven players to properly congratulate the twelve She-Wolves. I can take care of the other girl."
Misty nodded her approval and motioned for the team to head for the towels. The She-Wolves started to congregate there when I interrupted. "I almost forgot our rule about attire at celebrations. Misty, tell our guests."
"Oh, yeah. No sex in uniforms."
"No biggie," said co-captain Heather. She turned to the squad. "Okay, girls. Strip."
The twelve unzipped their outfits and let them fall to the ground. The two co-captains unhooked their bras and let them slide off their arms, exposing the perky B cup tits. The other girls wore no support garment, either for their A cup or AA cup breasts. The sight of so much gorgeous barely teen flesh made me salivate.
"Lose the lollipops," said Jasmine. The specialty pussy covers disappeared as the girls complied with that order. They then laid back on the towels and spread their knees wide.
Misty stripped off her uniform, signaling the team to do the same. Misty knelt at the feet of Heather, Curtis by Sage and everyone else randomly by the other cheerleaders I couldn't remember. The lone cheerleader without a lover was Jasmine.
I knelt down to lick the forsaken girl when Candice tapped me on the shoulder. "May I?" she asked. "I've never dared to eat one of my girls out before."
I relinquished my position and joined the two mothers. Over the next half hour, the players' tongues molested the She-Wolves, in the worst attempt at synchronization possible. Some girls came quickly, others took forever as their ministrators took them to the edge several times before letting them climax.
Curtis abbreviated his foreplay on Sage before plunging his engorged cock inside her cunt. When he did, the others paused to watch his rough fucking of his tormentor from practice. When Sage reached a screaming climax, Poppy and Holly asked Darryl and Robby for the same treatment. Of course, the two horndogs obliged, changing into the proper position. Urged on by the other She-Wolves, the activity continued with a chorus of howls.
"My, my," said Vanessa Van Buren her hands kneading her ample breasts. "I wished my husband did that more than once a month."
"I'd take it several times a week," said Mrs. Livingston whose hands had disappeared under her dress. "Then again, that might interfere with Mommy and Cassie time. Oh, I remember when all I had to worry about was sex with the pool girl. Life was so much simpler."
After everyone reclaimed their discarded garments and headed home, Misty and Melody helped me take my supplies back to my classroom. "You did a great job, Coach Misty."
"You're just saying that because you are still out of it," said the older sister. "By the way, I say we forego the special practice for tonight." Before I could agree, she added, "at least the one for playing basketball."
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Can you get us safely to your apartment?"
"Yes," I said. "Driving a car is a lot easier than having sex with a teenaged girl."
Misty gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Then take us there. Mamma thinks that would be the best idea. She thinks we should monitor you so you don't expire during the night."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"I thought I'd fall asleep in your arms," said Misty. "That is, after you fuck me a couple of times to get the aphrodisiac out of your system."
I looked over at the younger sister. "And what about Melody?"
"I'd fuck you too," the ten-year-old said. "Just to be sure."
I figured I was going to get the best fucking care ever.