The Sluts of Richmond High

Recap:This continues Avy's story as the Substitute Coach of Richmond High. But it can be read as a new chapter in her journey. Avy has just led her ragtag team of players to victory at the championships and in the process discovered her hidden slut. The journey culminates in an epic weekend of fun with her team of five black studs. The story continues from when she returns home.

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'I love you too...'

The words came back to me as I was about to doze off; Miguel snoring gently beside me. It was Sunday night and I had returned a few hours ago from my "Spa Weekend" where, in reality, I had spent all of yesterday and today fucking my entire basketball team till I was a quivering cum-soaked mess.

And it wasn't the guilt of the innumerable sloppy blowjobs or countless creampies by their juicy, thick black cocks that were keeping me up at this time of night. Instead, it were the three little words I had told Duane in my moment of lust and passion.

'I love you...'

I turned over and looked at Miguel, my husband, sleeping peacefully beside me. We had been together for so many years now, happily married, a perfect family! So why did I keep going back to Duane?!

Duane, with that devilish smirk of his, that deep voice that could send shivers down my spine, those dark eyes that I couldn't stop myself from falling into and, of course, his thick black cock which had taught me such pleasure that poor Miguel could never match.

'But he's just a boy!' I thought angrily to myself. A boy with a perfect body and a huge cock, I found myself thinking, recalling the way those ripped muscular arms held me in his embrace, while his cock anchored me from inside. The way he would whisper dirty nothings in my ear, "Your pussy is mine, Avy! Mine alone." And that creamy, salty taste of his cum. Fuck! What was I doing...

'I'm a married woman for god's sake!' I admonished myself again.

I turned around and spooned Miguel. He wrapped his arm around me, murmuring sleepily, "Feels good to have you back in bed. I missed you!"

"Missed you too, hun," I whispered back to him, my heart aching with guilt.

***

By the next morning, I had made a decision.

'It's just lust for that perfect cock,' I told myself firmly as I sat alone at the breakfast table and sipped my coffee, 'I mean, what do I even have in common with Duane. Every time we are alone, we hardly talk, I just end up worshipping his cock. This isn't love! It's just lust.'

And then I thought of the way he grinned when he teased me. That smirk of his, those deep brown eyes that seemed to penetrate into me. Oh, and his thick, veiny black cock, throbbing and leaking pre-cum while I moaned around his shaft! The taste of him, salty on my lips, oh god!

"Focus!" I scolded myself. Grumbling at my lack of self-control, I reached out for something to write on and found Kayla's notepad. Making lists always helped me sort things out. So, I drew a line down the centre of the page and made two columns to make a list of things I needed in a relationship! Then I assigned the columns titles: Duane and Miguel!

It wasn't going to be easy.

Miguel:

- Incredibly loving and caring

- Supportive of my career

- Mature and Stable

- Reliable, definitely

- Shares my nerdy interests like sci-fi movies. Can talk for hours about Star Wars!

(And the list went on)

Duane:

- Handsome and Charming

- Smart and Confident

- Best Kisser

- Amazing Body

- His thick black cock!

- The way he fucks me!

I double-underlined the last two points and sighed as I looked at the whole page. Miguel's list was long, full of things that should matter in a relationship: maturity, respect, stability, love, and loyalty. Plus, I could talk to Miguel about my interests, about life, about everything, for hours.

Whereas Duane's list... Well, it was a short list. He's handsome, charming, young, athletic, with an incredible body, and that thick, juicy cock that I loved to worship so much! And he fucked me good, oh god, did he fuck me so, so good! Every time he thrust his shaft in me, I felt my legs tremble, as waves of pleasure flooded my pussy. But apart from that, we never spent our time together doing anything but fucking. It was all about fucking and there was nothing beyond that.

The answer was obvious, I needed Miguel. Someone older and mature; someone I could rely on and trust. Duane could never be more than just a crush, just an affair on the side. I decided that I needed to get over this obsession of black cock.

But as I glanced up at Miguel's list again, I wondered why I couldn't get all of his good bits with a perfect black cock.

***

By the time I reached my office, my mind was made up. I needed a break from Duane and the team. Maybe a few weeks away would clear my mind of this obsession. Hopefully the time away would help me get over these 'feelings' I seemed to have caught!

So, I left a voice note on our group chat for the team, telling them that I had fun, but I needed a few weeks to focus on my upcoming interview with the school board. I did promise that I would be happy to fuck them again afterwards but that they would just have to wait for now. And with a final tap, I sent the message out to my boys, wondering how they would take it.

Would they be angry? Bully me back? Or blackmail me? Afterall they had all the proof they would need, as I had let them take so many pics and videos of me this weekend, not to mention the voice note I had just left!

*Ping* *Ping* *Ping*

My phone buzzed with many messages, and I couldn't help but smile as my boys replied back to my note.

Marvin: No problem, Coach, we got this! See ya in class.

Jake: We can handle a few weeks. Especially after the awesome weekend!

Kyle: Aww... that sucks but we get it Coach. Anything you want us to do?

Winston: Yeah, you are going to ace the interview and then we'll celebrate with another epic gangbang!

I smiled as I read each of them, feeling proud of my team for being so understanding and supportive. All of them seemed to be cool with my decision, except Duane who might not have seen the chat yet. I was a little nervous about his reply when...

*Ping*

It was a DM from him.

Duane: Don't overthink the interview. You are the best damn basketball coach this team could ever have (even without the 'special perks'). So, don't stress about it. Believe in yourself and just be confident! You've already proven to everyone that you are THE BEST!

I sat there reading and re-reading the message, with a dumb smile plastered across my face. Duane always knew exactly what to say to make me melt! He always was...

*Ping*

Duane: Can't wait till you become our permanent coach so I can get back to fucking your brains out every chance we get. I love you, Avy!

Attached was a pic of me, blowing a pouty kiss on to his thick, spit and pre-cum covered cock, my eyes looking up at him with unmistakable love and lust!

I bit my lip as I read his second message. That cheeky little bastard!

'Love you too,' I muttered under my breath as I typed out, "Thank you for understanding. And I'll be back being your slut again before you know it. <3", and hit send.

Two weeks! I thought to myself. Two weeks to stay away from Duane and the team. Two weeks to get rid of my black cock addiction once and for all. Two weeks with no blowjobs, no gang bangs, no creampies, no Duane!

'Piece of cake,' I smiled, putting away my phone. Little did I know that life was about to throw me a new curveball that very afternoon!

***

"I still don't understand why I need to be mentored by Coach Carter. Haven't I proven my skill with the championship win!" I said with a hint of frustration in my voice, as I argued with Miguel in his office, "And what really can he teach me or evaluate me on! He is the baseball coach and I'm the basketball coach!"

He had just finished telling me that the board was adamant that Coach Carter's evaluation report was a must before my upcoming interview with them in two weeks. They wouldn't go ahead with the interview without it.

"Avy, I know you've always been a bit nervous around him but just hear me out," Miguel sighed as he looked at me from his desk, "I know you're the reason we won the championship. But the truth is that the board isn't convinced, I have no idea as to why, maybe they are giving a lot of the credit to the players. So, they want to evaluate you further before they decide that you're a good fit for the role."

"That fucking board!" I muttered angrily, taking a deep breath, "I mean, you're the principal! Don't you have a say about it?"

"I do! And that is why we even have this evaluation in the first place. They were already scouting for other coaches. And with our recent win, there are a lot of folks already interested!" He replied with a sigh, "They want an assessment from someone 'independent'. And not only is Carter a damn good baseball coach, he's got a deep knowledge of basketball, too! "

"Will they really believe his recommendation?" I asked sceptically, "I mean everyone knows he's your best friend!"

"Trust me! I know Carter is the best, the board knows that the man's a legit genius, and apparently the chairman holds him in high regard. They all know he is a man of principle, and they are relying on his decades of coaching experience. There's more to coaching than just the knowledge of the game. He's not going to make stuff up just for me. That is the main reason why the board agreed to have him as the assessor!" He chuckled, "If you get his stamp of approval, it will help tip the scales!"

"Ok, fine, I guess, if I must," I replied in a grumpy voice, leaning against his desk, "So when does it start?"

"He's waiting for you in his office right now," Miguel smiled, gesturing towards the door, "I trust the man completely. Just follow his instructions and you have nothing to worry about."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. My husband valued Coach Carter's opinion way too much sometimes. But I nodded nonetheless, "I don't really have an option here, do I?"

"Not really," Miguel laughed at my expression, shaking his head, "You'll do great, love. You always do!"

I said nothing but cursed my luck as I left. As I walked back, I wondered how exactly Coach would be able to help me. My mind wandered back to two years ago when Miguel had brought in Coach Carter. Who knew that within two years the man would quickly become Miguel's close friend and advisor on all matters, both in and outside of school.

***

By the time I got back to my office, my irritation at Miguel had subsided, only to be replaced by butterflies in my stomach as I saw a note stuck to my door.

'2 PM, My office. Wear your regular coaching outfit. DON'T BE LATE!'

The note said in a neat scrawl that must have been Coach Carter's handwriting.

I glanced at my watch, 1:45 PM, and then back at the note again. My heart skipped a beat as I noted the word regular. Was he referring to the slutty shorts and T-shirt which he had seen me wearing that one time he'd caught me just after practice. The outfit was school issue gym wear--nothing wrong there--but not really a best fit for my curvy body.

And while I enjoyed wearing it to tease my team of five boys who had just spent this weekend fucking me over and over again; I wasn't sure if I wanted to flaunt my body around my mentor, who also happened to be my husband's best friend!

I bit my lower lip as I read the note again. Was I reading too much into it? He probably just wanted me to wear my track suit. Something comfortable to wear on the field. I glanced at the door next to mine, his office; he didn't really need to even write the note. He could have just told me in person. The note seemed so rude.

I shook my head and opened my own office.

"Why am I overthinking this? It's just a gym outfit," I muttered to myself as I quickly got changed in my office. I didn't want to be late for the first meeting!

***

*Knock* *Knock*

"Come in!" Coach Carter's deep voice sounded out from his office.

"Hi Coach... Umm... Miguel told me you were waiting and then I got your note..." I stammered nervously as I opened the door and walked into Coach Carter's office.

Despite him being my neighbour for the past two months, I had never actually been to his office. The office was neat, clean, and it smelled fresh, almost citrusy. His desk was arranged meticulously and there were hardly any mementos; apart from the line of awards and trophies lined up in a neat shelf by the wall.

As I walked up to his desk, my eyes lingered enviously on the trophies, thinking for a moment that I'd like to have a collection like them in my own office someday. But the coach's voice cut off my train of thought.

"You're late!"

"S-Sorry, I-I got your note and... I needed time to change..." I muttered weakly.

"Yes, I can see that. We'll get to that shortly. But first, take a seat." His deep voice carried a commanding tone, not unlike his son, Duane, and made me sit down obediently while he slowly flipped the laptop down and finally turned his attention to me.

Coach Carter was a handsome man. At 6' 5", he was an inch taller than Duane, and he was at least 5-6 years older than me, in his early 40s. His salt and pepper beard, along with his shaved head, gave him a very distinguished look. A tattoo with some Japanese symbol peaked up through his collar. He looked quite dashing in a similar coloured school tracksuit as mine, and he kept staring at me for a moment or two, his intense brown eyes looking at me curiously.

"So, Miguel told you why you are here?"

"Yes! I want to be a full-time coach. I think I have shown my skills with the championship, and you mentioned last time that I had talents. And I've never wanted anything more than to show everyone that I can lead a team..."

He cut me off with a chuckle and raised a hand in the air, instantly making me go silent. "Yes! Yes... You don't need to give me the pitch, Coach Scott," he smirked at me as I nodded sheepishly, "I'm quite aware of how hard you've worked to take your boys to victory this time. You should be proud!"

"T-Thank you, Coach," I replied, surprised by his compliment. I glanced back at the trophies, feeling pride swelling in my chest at his words. He was what I wanted to become, a successful coach who had everyone's respect!

"Now, I'm a very to-the-point person, so I'm going to be very honest with you about why the board has reservations about hiring you for the role." He leaned forward on his desk, "It's simply because you are a very attractive woman!"

"Hmm? What does that..." I asked, confused at what he was getting at, "... have to do with anything?"

"Well, it means that the board sees you as a blonde bimbo, someone who is nothing more than a cheerleader, and nothing else. Someone who got lucky," he replied, his blunt tone making me flush bright red with embarrassment.

"I won the championship!" I blurted out indignantly, feeling my stomach churn as I got up from my seat.

"That's not what I think, Coach Scott. I'm just explaining the board's logic. Idiotic as it may be!" He raised his hand again as his eyes narrowed, "There are even those on the board who feel that we should get Coach Simmons back. That the wins were just a belated result of his good coaching which yielded results a bit late!"

My mouth was left hanging open at that last statement! All my hard work, all those days and weeks of coaching, how could anyone think that Simmons had anything to do with it?

"As I said, the board can be quite stupid." He got up and walked around to my side, his body towering over me. He reached out to touch my shoulder, trying to reassure me, "That's where I come in, Coach Scott. I'm here to help you get past the board's bullshit and prove to them that you're more than capable for this job!"

"Y-yes! But how?" I asked, gulping nervously as he looked down at me. His words telling me what the board thought, what the world thought had shaken my confidence.

"Do you trust me?" Coach Carter asked and the way he said those words was almost exactly like Duane did, which made me look up at his face nervously.

"I-I..." I mumbled, looking at his handsome face for a moment before nodding, "I guess I have no other option now, do I?."

"Remember, I am on your side. The plan is very simple. I want you to take the lead on my baseball team, coaching my players for the next two weeks."

"Baseball? But I know nothing about Baseball!" I replied in panic, making him chuckle and press his finger against my lips.

"You don't have to! Just be the assistant coach of my baseball team. You will lead the team training, so you get a feel for handling a different batch of students," he whispered in his deep soothing voice, his fingers stroking my cheek now, "While I will guide and quiz you on advanced Basketball strategy theory."

"T-thank you, Coach!" I stammered as I felt his hand slip off my face, and he took a step back. I don't know why but I was almost disappointed that he pulled away.

"Don't thank me just yet. I'm not going to give you my recommendation if I honestly don't feel you're ready. You will have to work for it!" He crossed his arms and looked at me sternly.

"I-I will do whatever you tell me to!" I mumbled in reply, biting my lower lip as I realised how much I sounded like an obedient student in front of him, "I can do this!"

"Alright, then. I have some rules though," he nodded back at me, his eyes meeting mine. "First rule, I'm the one in charge, while you are the assistant Coach! That means no questioning of my methods, no arguing with me. You follow my lead and do as I say, no matter what. COMPLETE TRUST is what I require. And I'll prefer you calling me Sir rather than Coach!"

"O-okay, Sir." I muttered in surprise, realizing that he was really going to treat me like his assistant and not just some formality!

"So now I want you to go back to your office and correct your first mistake of today!" He ordered, nodding towards the door, "I told you to wear your 'regular coaching outfit', and this is clearly not it!"

"Umm... this is the school track and field outfit... track pants and track shirt. You're wearing the same," I replied meekly, but his raised eyebrows stopped my sentence midway. I knew which outfit he meant!

"Sorry!" I apologised and turned around before rushing off to my office.

***

"Now that you are in uniform, I want to discuss your coaching style. I'm very curious about your... unique approach that helped you boost morale and earn the trust of your team so fast!" He murmured in a soft voice, his eyes drifting over me as he leaned back against his desk with me standing before him.

I blushed, my hands clenching nervously behind my back as I wore my special "coaching outfit". Coach Carter had no idea that his son had specifically picked this one out for me.

The shorts were a little too tight, leaving little to the imagination, and the T-shirt was way too small, highlighting my gorgeous tits. It was cut off just a bit (by Duane), showing off my midriff. His eyes seemed to drink in my figure, taking in every inch of my skin that was on display. Admiring me! Wow!

"I-I guess... I just tried to keep their spirits up. And motivate them by rewarding them whenever they did good!" I blushed, biting my lower lip nervously as he looked at me. No one, apart from my team, had seen me like this.

"And those rewards, what were they?"

I gulped nervously as my mind flashed with memories of my descent into becoming a black cock loving slut! Starting off with innocent pecks on the cheek, which then became full make out sessions with my team. Then letting them feel me up, which then progressed to my first blowjob. Then gangbang on the court, and then to full-on orgies like this weekend!