Author’s Note:

This is the first installment of the Coach King series. I’d like to thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy.


Roy King was lost. He’d been driving for over an hour, unable to make sense of where he was supposed to be. The GPS was malfunctioning, he realized after an hour of driving by small town after small town.

“Go north 40 miles. Destination will be on the right,” the robotic female voice kept repeating.

I’ve gone way too far, it shouldn’t have taken me this long, he thought to himself, I need to stop somewhere and get some directions. The heat of late July was stifling in his unconditioned car. He was on his way for an interview at a high school in Greenville for a position as the coach of the senior female volleyball team. It was a sure thing, after his success at Black River the season before. The position was perfect, good pay, promising talent, and the town itself was beautiful. Besides his wife wanted to live there, and at this point he was desperate to do something to make her happy.

Roy kept on driving until he came upon an old logging town called Deer River, which now looked to survive on tourism than the old industry. It was largely deserted, empty store fronts and ‘We’re Closed’ signs peered out to him as he drove down the town’s main street. He continued on until he came upon the local feeding trough, ‘Dead End Diner‘. The parking lot was as deserted as the rest of the town by this time, but the restaurant looked to be open.

Roy entered the diner, feeling the instant relief of the A/C, and took a booth near the back to ensure he had some privacy. He pulled out his cell phone, and called his wife, Lorie. Roy hesitated though. They’d been fighting a lot lately, Lorie had started drinking habitually in the past couple of years, and she blamed him for her problem. Their marriage had been on the rocks for a long time and a lot was riding on this trip to Greenville. Bracing himself, he pushed the call button.

“Hello?” Lorie answered the phone after several rings. Her words slightly slurred.

She’s been drinking.

“Hey, it’s Roy. I think I’m lost, the GPS fucked up,” he said. “Could you look up a Dead End Diner, in Deer River on Google?” he asked.

“You got lost? God damn it Roy, aren’t you taking this interview seriously. If you miss this you’re bound to lose the position. You know how much I want to move to Greenville!” Lorie said.

“Yes dear, I know. That’s why I’m calling…” Roy began patiently.

“Can’t you do anything yourself? For Christ sake Roy, you’re a 46 year old man!” she shouted.

“Lorie that isn’t fair…”

“No Roy, what isn’t fair is you spending so much time away from home, ignoring me, only talking to me when you want something. I’m sick of this!”

Listen.” Roy whispered, trying to keep his temper under control, “I’m doing my best. The only reason why I’ve been gone so much is because the girls did so well last year. We’ve been through this.”

“And I made it clear that I wanted you home more!” she was getting hysterical.

She’s gone nuts. Roy thought. When he was home she almost seemed to make sure she wasn’t. He didn’t avoid her, she avoided him because she was embarrassed by her drinking. Lorie regularly snuck away with a friend or two for a girl’s night out and would come back stumbling into the house. Though in her defense he had been gone more than usual recently, and it had made her worse than usual. She knew this, he’d explained it over and over to her.

“That’s why I’m leaving Black River in the first place!” he said incredulously.

Lorie wasn’t listening.

“What you don’t realize is how lucky you are to have me,” she said sobbing.

Despite himself, Roy started to feel sorry that he’d gotten cross with her.


“I don’t want to hear it Roy. You need me, I’m the one with all the money, your just a pathetic little gym teacher. A jock that never left high school. If you didn’t have that giant schlong of yours I’d have left your years ago.”

Lorie continued her barrage of verbal abuse. Ranting and raving until Rob couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Oh and don’t even get me started on…”

Roy interrupted her tirade.

“Listen you insufferable bitch! We’re done! I’m not putting up with this shit anymore! If you don’t need me, then go ahead, go at it yourself, I’m done with you!”

Roy shut his cell phone, ending the call, and only then noticed that he had an audience. His phone rang again.

Lorie. The screen said. He opened the phone and shut it off, putting the phone into his pocket, turning his attention to the waitress.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said sheepishly.

“Not a problem, trouble with the missus?” she asked with a sympathetic smile.

Roy took a good look at her. She looked to be no older than 20, and about 5’4. She was wearing a tight fitting blue T-shirt, with an equally appealing pair of black pants that accentuated her already voluptuous figure. Her hair was a mane of light brown, with a bit of blond mixed in for good measure that framed her striking face. Her eyes were a shade of blue-green, which matched her hair color beautifully. Her bold features and pouty lips made her incredibly beautiful, and Roy quickly found himself very embarrassed.

“Uhh…” he blurted out.

“Listen, we’re supposed to be closing right now and Jeff, the cook, has to go, but he’s agreed to let me close so you can get something to eat. All we’ve got left is the special, would you like that with a coffee?” she asked, with the same smile.

Her nametag said that her name was Helen.

Roy realized he was staring at her. He tore is eye’s from her body and uttered a few mono-syllables that Helen took as a yes.

“I’ll be right back with your order,” she said, her smile now had a slightly mischievous quality to it.

She turned to leave, and Roy watched her. His eyes locked to her perfectly formed ass in the tight black pants she was wearing as she walked away, watching it sway back and forth.

God damn, Roy thought, as she disappeared into the kitchen. What I wouldn’t give…

His thoughts trailed away, as he remembered the fight he’d just had with his wife.

Did I mean it? He thought to himself. There were no kids to worry about, Lorie hadn’t wanted to risk losing her figure, and couldn’t be taken away from her job for that. Yes, I did. We’re through. And he felt immeasurably better, a sense of excitement filling him. He felt empowered, liberated. Roy had been under the oppressive regime of his wife for twenty years, and he’d finally scrounged together enough self respect to leave her.

Helen returned with his coffee.

“You’re food will be ready in a jiffy,” she said, and once again strode away from the table, leaving only the scent of her sweet smelling perfume.

Roy was becoming quickly aroused by the nubile beauty. Everything about her screamed sex appeal, and it was taking its toll on him. A painful bulge had formed in his jeans, making him very uncomfortable. But he felt more alive now than he had in 15 years, being freed from his soul-sucking she-wolf of a wife made him feel bold.

I’m still good looking, he thought to himself. It was true, he lead through example as a coach, and was in remarkably good shape. He stood over six feet tall, and there was still plenty of definition to muscles on his body. Roy had been a major jock in high school, and had taken human kinetics in College, and followed that up with a teaching degree. He’d maintained his fitness level, though it was becoming increasingly difficult as he got older. His jet black hair now had streaks of silver running through it, and his cloudy grey eyes had more wrinkles around them as he’d aged, but he still looked damn good, he thought. A smile broke out on his face, for the first time since his girls had won the city title in June.

Helen returned with his food.

“Well, you’re looking more chipper,” she said, placing the food on the table. She then surprised him by sitting across from him in the booth.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “I can’t leave until you’re done, and I figured you might like someone to talk to,” she said, giving him a bashful smile.

She’s full of smile, Roy thought. It certainly wasn’t a negative thing, her smile, like everything else about her, was intoxicating.

“No it’s fine,” he said.

He was eager for her company, she was beautiful and he was still riding the high of his newly found freedom. He realized then that he was desperately hungry. Grabbing his fork, he dug into his meal.

They talked as he ate. Roy told Helen about his life, his coaching career, his interview in Greenville, and the crash of his marriage. She nodded and said the appropriate things at his pauses, but mostly let him talk. She was a very sweet girl, Roy decided. His arousal grew in intensity when Helen reached across the table to hold his hand as she told her all about his relationship with his wife.

“I’m so sorry,” she said sympathetically “you deserve to be treated better.”

Her kindness made Roy feel somewhat guilty about ogling her. Roy asked her about her life.

“I go to Wood Creek Secondary over in Riverside, but I live in town here with my mom. She works cash Joe’s hardware store. She got me this when I turned eighteen in June,” she said, pulling out a gold necklace with an ornate pendant of gold studded gems that looked to be emeralds.

She leaned forward to give him a better view, giving Roy an excuse to more thoroughly examine her beautiful breasts in the process. He could just make out the lacy lining of her plain white bra, struggling to keep her tits restrained.

The attention Roy was giving Helen was making her just as aroused as she was making him. Beautiful though she was, Helen worried about what boys thought of her like any other teenage girl. She knew she was pretty, but most guys seemed to just see her for her body. She’d only ever been with two boys, her childhood friend, Rick, who’d taken her virginity when she was 16, and then her ex-boyfriend Dave, who’d she broken up with after he’d embarrassed her at junior prom. He had shown up drunk and made a real ass of himself.

As Roy was admiring Helen, she appraised him herself. She guessed his age at about 40, his hair still had a lot of color, the silver only serving to make him look experienced.

He has nice eyes, she thought. He didn’t fit any of the usual stereotypes of a gym coach, he was very much in shape, and looked like he could actually keep up with those he taught the virtues of fitness to.

She sat back down.

“So, do you play any sports at school?” Roy asked.

“Well I played volleyball, and I do rowing too,” She replied.

That accounts for her killer body. Roy thought.

“What do you mean played?” Roy asked.

“Well, last year our coach retired, and the school wasn’t able to find a replacement for her. So next year the team’s been cancelled,” she told him, “It’s really too bad, we’ve got some decent talent on the team. Me and a lot of the girls were counting on scholarships to go to college. But without a team, that’s not likely. Although, didn’t you say you’re a coach, could you coach us?”

Oh dear, Roy thought.

“Well, I actually have a job lined up in Greenville. That’s actually where I’m headed.”

Helen looked crestfallen, which made Roy feel bad. He didn’t want to do anything to make her feel bad. He was already growing fond of her.

Helen considered pressing the matter, but instead said.

Greenville? You passed the turn for Greenville about 15 miles back. Actually the road to Greenville is just past my house. If you could give me a ride home, I’ll guide you to the road.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Roy’s heart was racing with excitement. He was going to get to spend even more time with this goddess. His cock stirred in his jeans, he shifted uncomfortably.

Hmm… He likes that idea. Helen thought. Maybe I can convince him to coach at Wood Creek. Helen had no delusions about how attractive she was, usually it made her self-conscious, but now she saw that it could be useful. Maybe she’d flutter her eyes a bit and he’d at least call the school.

Helen laughed softly, “Trust me you’re doing me a favour, it’s a long walk.”

When Roy had finished eating, he went out to his car while Helen locked up the shop.

She only wants a ride home Roy, get a hold of yourself. Roy thought to himself as he waited in his car. She’s not even half your age, there’s no way she’s interested in you. But his heart kept pounding, and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

Helen emerged from around the back of the restaurant, and came over to the car and hopped in. She’d changed into a white tank top that revealed an ample amount of cleavage, and a light pink summer sarong that showed off her long shapely legs. Helen noticed him eying her, and decided now was the time to play her trump card.

“Listen,” Helen said, suddenly she felt emotional.

She was trying to be sexy, not a helplessly sobbing teenager. She bit her lower lip, bracing herself to say what she wanted.

“Wood Creek really needs a coach. I know the job might not pay as much as the one in Greenville, but I’m sure everyone there will treat you well, and you already know me, and you seem cool. I’m sure all the girls would like you. We’d work really hard for you. If you don’t help us there’s no way I’ll be able to afford college without an athletic scholarship, and not good enough at rowing for one, volleyball’s my only hope. My mom doesn’t have much money, and dad left when I was just a kid,” she said this all in a flush, tears welling up in her eyes, and she began to sob.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

She needs me. Roy realized. Seeing the grief in her beautiful face made his heart melt. I hope I don’t regret this.

This is a mistake. He told himself. The job in Greenville is perfect for me. Good pay, good location, and a good team. None of that mattered though, it had been perfect for Lorie, maybe Wood Creek would be perfect for him. No turning back.

“Alright…” He said.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Helen said genuinely, the tears gone almost immediately. She leaned over hugging him, and kissing him on the cheek.

Her large breasts pressed into his arm. She was relieved that she hadn’t had to cry, she’d never been convincing as a false crier.

Now I really need to seal the deal, Helen told herself, do something to make sure he was still interested in the morning. She had a brief internal conflict, I don’t even know him, he’s a stranger. But he is really handsome, and he’s been so nice. Plus the poor guy just broke off with his wife.

She kissed him again, this time closer to his mouth. Her hand went to his thigh, supporting her weight as she leaned over to bring his mouth to hers. Roy was frozen by surprise. Both from the kiss and by the proximity of her hand to his throbbing cock. Helen was persistent though, she kissed him again, and eventually her tongue invaded his mouth, and started to dance with his.

Her mouth tasted remarkably good. She shuffled closer to get a better angle, never allowing their lips to part. She broke the kiss, and swung one leg over his thighs, mounting him. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her body pinned Roy to his chair, and they resumed their soul eating kiss.

Roy acted on pure instinct. His hands went to her hips trying not to do anything that would make her stop. She ran her hands searchingly along his torso. Her hands trailed down his shirt, undoing all of the buttons, baring his chest and stomach to her. Her hands explored his toned chest, and flat stomach until they eventually made their way to the zipper on his pants. With deft movements, she undid the button and unzipped his fly. She reached through the fold of his boxer shorts and found his raging hard cock. She pulled it out, and began stroking it with her soft hands.

She broke the kiss, “It’s really big,” she said breathlessly, she continued stroking it up the entire length.

She’d only intended to kiss his cheek. But then she started to make out with him and then she’d let him feel her up a bit, but now Helen felt herself losing her control completely. Roy could only gasp, the pleasure she was bringing him was overwhelming. The hands of this beautiful young teen were the first to touch his cock (besides his own) in months. He hadn’t enjoyed the touch of a woman since he’d tried to stage an intervention for his wife nearly a year earlier. She’d refused to admit that she had a problem, and had refused to have sex with him as if he’d betrayed her. He resolved not to cum until he determined how far Helen was willing to go.

He developed some courage, and allowed his hands to leave her waist, one went upward to explore her torso under her tight fitting top. Her stomach was remarkably well toned. Rowing’s paid off, Roy thought. His other hand went snaking beneath her sarong to her pubic mound. He rubbed at her through her panties; he could feel the warm wetness of her pussy through the silky fabric. He tried to push aside her underwear to get to her bare pussy, but Helen’s hands left his cock, and for a moment Roy thought that he’d spooked her.

He hadn’t, her hands went to the hem of her shirt, which she pulled over her head and tossed on the passenger seat. She then arched her back, her chest jutting out towards him. She reached behind her back to undo her bra. Her breasts sprang free from their restraint, just as large and beautiful as Roy had imagined. She tossed her bra onto the passenger seat, as she’d done with her shirt moments earlier. What am I doing? Helen asked herself.

His hands trailed up her now bare stomach as she watched silently, making their way up until he had a handful of each breast. His experienced hands kneaded the firm flesh, and teased the pink nipples that stood proudly from each mound. He’s so gentle, she thought loving the feel of his hands on her body. Roy’s skillful hands had Helen moaning pleasurably. Their lips met again, the kissed urgently.

Helen’s hands returned to Roy’s cock, which still stood proudly between their two torsos. She stroked his cock as he kneaded her breasts. Their moans where muffled by each other’s mouths, and it was her who broke the kiss once again. Helen had lost all control by this point. His hands felt so good on her body, it was like they’d been doing this for years even though they’d only met earlier that night.

“I want you inside me,” she said urgently, her eyes were glazed with lust.

She struggled to undo the knot on the sarong, when she finally got it undone she tossed it over to the pile of clothing she’d started. She dismounted and slid out of her panties, lifting her hips from the car seat in a truly erotic fashion to do so. Roy doubted he’d last very long once he was inside her, but was determined to hold on as long as he could. In the dark of the car he couldn’t make out much detail of her pussy, but it looked to be clean shaven.

She mounted him once again, and ran the head of his cock along her wet opening. No going back, she told herself. She parted the lips of her cunt with the thick head of his manhood, and then lowered herself with her beautifully toned legs, gradually impaling herself with his shaft. Every movement she made was graceful and effortlessly sexy, the way her back arched sexily as she lowered himself down on him caused her chest to jut out into his face.

Roy struggled to maintain his composure as she finally bottomed out. She was very tight, and he doubted she’d been with very many guys. She began to thrust her hips up and down slowly and gradually picked up the tempo as she grew more comfortable with the size of his cock. He’s really big. Helen thought to herself.

Roy’s hands went to her hips to steady her as he began thrusting upward to meet her. Soon she was riding his cock at a feverish pace, the sound of their flesh colliding filled the car. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and sweat was soon trailing down both their bodies from the exertion of their love making, their breathing was heavy. Roy used his hands to drive her down on his cock, the added force made Helen moan with pleasure. Her thrusts were become more and more frantic.

A brief moment of sanity struck Helen.

“You can’t cum in me, I’m not on the pill,” she gasped, never missing a beat.

“Don’t worry, I can’t make you pregnant,” Roy replied hoarsely.

Helen didn’t know how that was, but was too far gone to question him any further, he felt too good inside her to stop.

Well at least something good came out of that vasectomy. Roy thought. Lorie had insisted that he have the operation done a couple years ago after they’d decided that they wouldn’t be having kids. Now he was about to cum inside of an 18 year old knockout without any fear of impregnating her. I’ll have to thank Lorie when I see her.

She trusted him at his word, and continued fucking him at the same feverish pace. Roy finally lost control over himself, he pulled her close, their bare torsos pressed firmly together as he began thrusting frantically upward into her. Helen’s moans became cries as Roy rammed large cock up into her.

“Oh…fuck!” Helen cried, her body began to spasm on top of him as her orgasm overcame her. Her pussy flexed around his cock, urging him to cum. The sensation Helen felt was one of pure ecstasy.

“Uhhhn…!” Roy groaned like some sort of animal as Helen’s spasms spurred him into his own orgasm, his cock throbbed, pumping his cum into her tight cunt. He came for what seemed like solid minute, thrusting upward unevenly, until finally he ran out of steam.

Helen collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, her hard nipples pressing into his bare chest. Roy’s breathing was ragged, he reached up and stroked Helen’s hair lovingly, running his fingers through her silky mane as her breathing relaxed and his reached a normal rhythm. Why do I feel so safe with him? Helen wondered. For a moment she seemed to be asleep, his now flaccid cock was still inside of her, his cum oozed out of her pussy, down the insides of her thighs. Her eyes opened and she smiled tiredly.

“For an old fella, you sure can show a girl a good time,” she said huskily, surprising herself with her boldness.

“For a young girl, you sure seemed to know what you were doing,” he replied, returning her smile.

“Hmm…” she moaned sexily, “I’m sure you could teach me a lot more, coach,” she said, and she leaned forward and kissed him passionately once again.

The kiss was less urgent, peaceful and highly intimate. Roy broke the kiss.

“Don’t you need to get home?” Roy asked.

Fear lit up in Helen’s eyes, replacing the post orgasmic shine that had been there.

“Oh, shit. What time is it?”

“It’s almost 1:00am,” Rob said, glancing at the clock on the centre console of his car.

“Oh no, my mom’s gonna freak!” Helen said.

She got off of him, and began to put her clothes back on.

“Just tell her you were getting to know your new coach more intimately,” Roy joked, pulling up his pants. They were done for tonight he realised, which was probably for the best, he wasn’t certain he would be able to get hard again for a while.

“Oh, very funny,”she said, giving him a light slap on the shoulder. She had her panties, bra, and tank top back on, and was now fussing with her sarong.

Roy redid the buttons on his shirt, and turned the cars headlights on.

“So, you were going to show me how to get to Greenville. But now that that plan’s been scrapped, how to I get to Wood Creek Secondary, in Riverside?”

Helen laughed, “You’re going to have to take me home first.”

“Agreed,” Roy replied.

Helen guided him through town, until they reached the outskirts.

“You can stop here, my house is just up there,” she said pointing to the white farm house just visible thanks to the moonlight, all the lights were out. “Thanks a lot for the ride, and for… everything else,” she said blushing prettily.

“It was my pleasure,” Roy replied cheekily, causing Helen to giggle.

“Now, to get to Riverside…”she gave him a set of simple directions; there were few roads in Deer Creek.

“Alright, thanks. I guess I’ll see you in September?” Roy replied.

“Well…you could always come for a bite at Dead End Diner between then and now, if you want,” Helen said leaning towards him.

“I think I might,” Roy said, just before their lips met for a farewell kiss.

Helen exited the car, and waved as Roy pulled a U-Turn and drove off towards Riverside.

Roy watched Helen watch him as he drove off into the night through his rear view mirror; she blew him a kiss and then turned to her house. A smile spread across his lips and Roy felt genuinely happy for the first time in months.


Roy drove for another half hour until he finally reached Riverside. He drove through the town and found a 24 hour gas station. He filled up his car, and asked the guy at the cash where he could find a hotel. He was directed to one called the Waterfront Inn, which when he got there proved to be a decent looking place. He fell into bed fully clothed and fell asleep.

Roy awoke at about 10:00 am, feeling incredibly thirsty and hungry. He got up, showered, and got dressed in some fresh clothes from his suitcase. He then went down to the restaurant that adjoined the inn for some breakfast.

After he’d had some eggs and a couple cups of coffee, Roy was feeling better. He was sat happily remembering the night before, and got excited with the anticipation of seeing Helen again.

First, I’ve got to call Wood Creek about that coaching position, Roy thought.

He went back to his room and used the phone book to find the schools number. He punched the number into his phone and hit the green talk button. The phone rang three times before someone answered.

“Hello, you’ve reached the main office of Wood Creek Secondary School. How may I help you?” a polite female voice said on the phone.

“Hello, my name’s Roy King, I’m looking to speak to the principal about a potential coaching position I heard might be available at Wood Creek.” Roy replied.

“Oh yes! Lovely, if you’ll just stay on the line I’ll forward you to Ms. Hall.”

“That would be perfect, thank you,” Ron was put on hold, while he waited for Ms. Hall to pick up, he went to his suitcase and pulled out his resume.

“Hello? Ms. Hall speaking, how may I help you?” a sultry female voice answered.

Hmm, Roy thought, she sounds lovely.

“Hello, my name’s Roy King, I’m looking to apply for a coaching position I heard might be available at Wood Creek,” Roy said, as professionally as possible.

“I see, that’s wonderful! We do have a position for a senior girls volleyball team that we’ve been having difficulty filling. If you’d like to come in for an interview I could meet with you later today,” Ms. Hall replied.

“That would be good with me, what time are you available,” Roy asked.

“Well, it’s 11 o’clock now, why don’t you come by for 12.”

“That sound good, thank you very much,” Roy said.

“See you in an hour, goodbye,” Ms. Hall said.

“Goodbye,” Roy said.

They must be desperate. Roy thought.

Roy got up and dressed in the suit he was going to wear for his interview in Greenville. He then went downstairs to ask Jim, the owner of the inn, how to get to Wood Creek high. Once he had his directions, he headed out early, not wanting to be late if he got lost.

He found the school no problem. It was only 11:35, so he had a bit of time to kill. He reviewed his resume, fixed up his appearance using the review mirror, and decided to go in at a quarter to 12. He walked through the main entrance, and was surprised to see students.

They must be holding summer school here, Roy realized.

He asked a passing student where the main office was, the young man said something incoherent, and pointed vaguely towards a side hallway, Roy thanked him and continued on. He wandered down the hallway and found a display case featuring the trophies won by Wood Creek in the past. Most of the awards for volleyball were from over a decade earlier.

Not so successful, Roy thought.

“Ah, yes. Our past victories. I was on the swim team when I went here. You must be Mr. Roy King,” a familiar voice said behind him, “I’m Pamela Hall, we spoke on the phone. You can call me Pam.”

Pam held out her hand. Roy shook it. She was quite a bit younger than him. In her mid to late twenties Roy guessed. She held herself quite professionally. She had a lean build, and looked as if she had kept up her swimming. She was wearing a pant suit; her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, held in place by a pretty golden clip. She wore glasses, they were a slender black frame with rectangular lenses; the lenses magnified her already big blue eyes.

Those blue eyes were currently appraising him just as he’d been appraising her.

I wonder how I measure up? Roy wondered.

“How about I give you a tour of the school while I interview you?” Pam asked finally.

“Sounds good to me,” Roy said, with what he hoped was a charming smile.

He’s awfully good looking. I hope he’s qualified. Pam thought to herself.

Pam led him down the hall, giving Roy an opportunity to surreptitiously examine her shapely ass. He was becoming rather aroused as he followed her. His eye’s roamed the rest of her shapely body, taking in as much detail as he could.

Are all the women at this school gorgeous? Roy thought, thinking of Helen.

She guided him down the hall, giving him a brief history lesson on the school, and describing the layout to him. They walked past the main office, and Pam then started the interview. She asked him about his past experience, why he wanted to coach at Wood Creek, and all the other typical questions one gets asked during a job interview. She seemed to grow more and more pleased at each of his answers.

She led him down to the gymnasium to show him the equipment. Most of it was old, but certainly serviceable.

“Do you have a weight room?” Roy asked.

“Well, umm… yes but why?” Pam asked. The female sports teams rarely used the weight room.

“The girls will need to be in good shape if they want to win a championship,” Roy replied.

“You really think you can get us a championship?” Pam said skeptically.

“I did it in Black River,” he replied, trying not to sound too cocky.

Hmmm… I see an opportunity, Pam thought to herself, she always was looking for opportunities to advance.

“I see,” she said, falling quiet.

She’s ambitious. Roy realized. And young. Probably worries that the older staff don’t respect her. Her insecurity could be advantageous for him.

“What I’ll need to do is train them in the off season, as soon as school starts if possible. I’m going to assume I’m starting from scratch, and will build their stamina, flexibility, and strength,” he said, “For that I’ll need access to weight room at least 3 times a week.”

“That may be difficult. The football team uses the weight room before school, and a lot of students have a long day as it is. We bus them in from all the surrounding towns, some of their commutes are as much as an hours drive from here,” Pam replied, biting her lower lip in thought.

“The evening after school would be fine, I could drive the ones that need a ride home. I’ll need to be as dedicated to them as they’ll need to be dedicated to the team,” Roy replied.

He could see her brain working. She wants this. A championship would look really good for her.

There must be some sort of trick, something else he wants. What is it? Pam thought to herself.

“Why do you want to work here, seriously? I’m not too proud to admit that our school doesn’t have the best athletic history, why would a coach with your credentials want to coach a sub-par team?” She asked.

She knows I can get a job anywhere, I don’t need this job, she needs me to take this job. If I can do for her what I did at Black River, she’s certain to bring prestige to the school.

A winning athletic team could increase enrollment in a school dramatically, which in turn would increase funding from the school board dramatically. This meant better equipment for everybody, the athletics department, as well as the science, arts, everyone. This would lead to better programs overall, and add to the overall prestige to the school. Taking this down-trodden school up from what it currently was to an elite institution would quickly advance Pam’s career. And she knew it.

“Actually, I’m not certain I do,” Roy said, nonchalantly.

Pam looked angry for a moment, but then understanding bloomed on her pretty face.

Men are such simple beasts, she thought to herself, her mother had taught her that lesson years ago.

“Oh?” Pam said, “Are you suggesting that I somehow sweeten the offer?” she asked striding towards him, coming close enough that he could smell her shampoo over the smell of sweat emanating from the locker rooms.

It wouldn’t be the first time Pam had used her good looks to get ahead. Professors at teachers college were only human. Just two years out of teachers college, and she’d already managed to land a position as a principal, she’d found the right heads to polish. Not that anyone else wanted the job, but at 26, she already was further ahead than many at 40.

When did I start getting so lucky? I ought to play the lottery. Roy thought to himself, rather than risk saying something that would change her mind, he decided to remain silent and see where Pam took this.

Pam took his silence as a yes.

“How about we go back to my office, and we’ll see what I can do to convince you.”

As she said the words convince you she stood up on her toes, and her voice took on a husky edge.

“I’m sure we can reach some sort of arrangement,” she whispered into his ear sexily, her hand traced the bulge that had developed at his crotch, which she squeezed gently as turned away leaving him to follow her.

Roy’s cock was raging hard as he followed her back down the hallway towards the main office.

“Beth, Mr. King and I are going to continue our interview in my office. See that we aren’t interrupted,” Pam told her elderly secretary.

The one I spoke to on the phone. Roy guessed.

“Of course mam, nobody will disturb you,” Beth said dutifully.

Pam continued past the secretary’s desk, and led Roy down a narrow hallway, at the end of which was a door with a sign that read Principal Hall’s Office. Pam led him through the door into the cozy room. She shut the door.

“You know, I was told that when the school first opened, the principal requested that the room be soundproofed so that when he had to give students the strap their cries wouldn’t disturb those working in the office. When I first started here last year, I went in and yelled as loud as I could after I closed the door for Beth. Despite her age, her hearing’s fine, but she didn’t come running, so I guess that means the story’s true. Now, why don’t you sit?” she suggested, gesturing towards the comfy looking chair behind her desk.

Pam was clearly a young woman who knew how to get what she wanted. Roy sat in silence and let her do what she would.

She strode towards him, “I’m going to give you a little show,” she said with a seductive smile on her face “and from there … we’ll see.”

Roy felt his cock twitch in his pants. Pam turned away from him, and began to sway her hips to some imaginary music, circling them in a figure eight. Roy’s eyes were locked to her ass as she gyrated erotically, but restrained himself from touching her. She turned and approached him slowly, reaching forward she lifted Roy’s chin with her finger, she leaned in as if she were going to kiss him. He leaned forward to meet her, closing his eyes in anticipation, but she pushed his head back.

“Not yet, coach,” she said.

She removed the pin from her golden hair, and let it fall wildly. She continued her sensual dance, and gradually unbuttoned her blouse, beginning at the top. Just as Roy was beginning to get a good view of her enticing cleavage, she turned around so that her back was to him, she looked back at him, continuing to sway her hips and unbutton her blouse.

She smiled the same sexy smile she had earlier, and raised her shoulder so that her shirt slid down a little bit down, exposing the cream colored skin of her shoulder. She slid both arms out of the sleeves of her blouse; she turned to face Roy, but moved the top around so that it was covering her bra. She then allowed it to ever so slowly drop to the floor, revealing her lacy white bra to him.

Her entrancing blue eyes never left him as she arched her back and unzipped her skirt and a slid the garment down her truly alluring body. She wore beige stockings over her long, well-toned legs, and lacy white panties that matched her bra. She kept them on as knelt down on the floor in front of him.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got in here,” she said.

She drew his shirt out from his waistband, and then proceeded to undo the button and unzip the fly of his dress pants. She grabbed the waistband of both his boxer shorts and dress pants, tugging both down to the floor. His cock sprung free, striking against her chin.

“Hmm,” she sighed pleasurably, “Now what should I do with this?” she asked rhetorically.

She leaned down, bring her mouth close enough to Roy’s cock that he could feel her warm breath on the head of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and she swirled it around his cockhead. She then leaned closer and wrapped her luscious lips around the fat head of his cock. She pushed her neck forward, taking more of him into her warm, wet mouth. Pam continued to push his throbbing member into her mouth, until it reached the back of her throat. She still had a third to go to get it completely in, so she braced herself against her gag reflex and pushed onward. The muscles in her throat relaxed to accommodate the girth of Roy’s erection, and soon Pam was deep-throating him.

Roy looked down as this blonde beauty, she hadn’t removed her glasses which just added to the eroticism of the situation. She began to bob her head up and down, gradually increasing the length of her strokes, until she was fucking his cock with her face. She reached around to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. Her heavy breasts came spilling out. They weren’t nearly as large as Helen’s but they fit her frame very well. He reached down and tugged at the pink nipple that capped the pale flesh of her breast, causing Pam to moan pleasurably around his cock.

Roy realized that Pam was far more experienced than both his wife and Helen, and that she could take a lot more abuse. He grabbed her by the back of the head and began thrusting his cock upward into her mouth. She gagged around his cock, but quickly adapted and Roy continued fucking her face. Pam’s hand found his scrotum; she juggled his balls in her hand as he bottomed out in her throat. Saliva and pre-cum lubricated Roy’s cock, and his thrusts became more frantic. Not yet, he thought, I can’t cum now. He was about to cum when he pushed her head away. Pam looked as if he’d slapped her across the face.

What’s he doing? She thought angrily.

Roy stood.

“Bend over the desk,” he commanded sternly.

I see, he wants to fuck the principal while she’s bent over her own desk, very naughty. Pam thought.

She did as instructed, bending over at the waist flat against the cool wood of the desk, her breasts squashed beneath her. Roy got behind her, pulling down her panties revealing her beautiful pink pussy to him. He ran his finger along her gash, causing Pam to moan in pleasure. She was already wet, and ready to be fucked.

The season was ending, all the games were done, just the final sports banquet left in the season. Jaycee thought it was a bittersweet time as her son was a senior and this was another reminder that he’d soon be leaving home. She was almost more disappointed though that she would lose the chance to be near the coach, who she had come to fantasize about from the sidelines. She had long admired Coach P’s athletic build and his sensual eyes always hiding behind sunglasses so you could never quite get a read on if he was watching the crowd or the players. She hadn’t made her interest obvious, knowing that would be inappropriate while her son was on the team, though she had to talk herself out of it along the way. Jaycee had been subtle in her signals this season letting Coach P know she was interested but as they were both married, figured he just wasn’t interested when she didn’t get any response.

Jaycee was a younger mom, having had her son just after she graduated high school herself. He was her only child and now that he was leaving home she found herself both dreading his departure and excited about the new time she’d have for herself. She loved her husband and they had a good relationship, even great by many standards, but he was older and less interested in sex and that is a huge part of who Jaycee is. And it wasn’t just that women hit their prime later or whatever the experts say, Jaycee could remember back to being interested in sex and pleasure from a very early age. She always remembered the first time she was babysitting as a young girl and found the owner’s porn literature collection, she felt the words and pictures were written in her language.

Jaycee had many adventures in her youth, even early on in her marriage but the past five years had been a draught of anything sexual. She was able to hide that part of herself and throw herself into her work and her son but watching Coach P over the past seasons had reminded her of everything she loved and craved about sex and connecting with another person who wants and enjoys the same things, everything. She occasionally had fantasized about other men, had even considered a few dalliances while on vacation with girlfriends but knew she didn’t want to risk hurting her son or husband. She knew she could be extremely discreet but knew it took a very special partner to match her in both discretion and sexual energy and wants. Jaycee had no need for the real freaky stuff, though she enjoyed sex creatively, but ultimately she wanted someone who could match her sexual appetite and also understand her situation.

That’s what first made her think maybe Coach P was the right match. He was dedicated to his family but there was a glint in his eye and she’d catch his smile and think maybe he caught her cues and might be the right guy. She knew she’d have to work with him in coordinating the sports banquet, especially the senior recognition as a senior parent, and she was looking forward to seeing if she could catch an opening. Not to mention she was so attracted to him, his muscled arms, his firm chest, the gray in his hair that just made him look like he had lived life along the way and he had a smile that made her body tingle.

It was the night before the senior awards ceremony as part of the sports banquet. Jaycee was working in the athletic office putting the finishing touches on the program and the awards to be handed out and was waiting for Coach P to stop by with the digital slideshow for the event. The parents helping had gone home but it was important to Jaycee for everything to be perfect and she was hoping for the chance to be alone with Coach P.

Coach P arrived a few minutes later carrying his laptop and the rest of the awards he’d be handing out tomorrow. Jaycee noted the faded t-shirt he wore with his shorts and felt her body tingle as she gave him a once over. His body looked so inviting; she just wanted to run her hands all over him. She suddenly felt sloppy in her outfit and kicked herself for not putting on a better bra to showcase her large breasts, and her long blond hair was in a messy bun atop her head. She realized as she was noticing the things she didn’t like about her outfit that his eyes were on her.

“Something wrong,” he said with a smile as he set down what he’d been carrying.

“Uh, no, I was just thinking if I missed anything for the program.” She lied as she blushed.

He continued smiling as he picked up her last printout to look over the program.

“This is amazing, you have nothing to worry about, most years we’re lucky if we remember to included everyone. You’ve put previous years to shame.” He said as he read through her work. “In fact, we’ve been so lucky to have you on the parent’s side these past 4 years, I’m going to miss having you around. I’m a little afraid of what we’ll do next year without you.” He added.

She noticed Coach P had said he would miss her but figured he meant the team but she knew at this point she was unlikely to be around him in the future and she knew she’d kick herself if she never made her flirting at least a little obvious.

“I’m going to miss you too.” Jaycee said with an open smile, quickly adding “you’ve been so great with the players.”

Coach P gave her a curious look and seemed to hesitate before responding, then said with a smirk “I hope I haven’t just been good for the players.”

Jaycee was hoping he meant that in the way she was hearing it but still wasn’t sure but figured it was now or never and she was pretty sure the fact her nipples were straining against her thin shirt was giving her away anyway.

“I know you’ve been good for me, you’ve been the nicest thing to watch on the field.” She said with a slight hesitation, she rarely found any confidence until she was sure she had a willing partner.

Coach P laughed and said “Oh please, I have nothing on my players; they are all strong with the lean, muscled bodies of youth.” His eyes twinkled as he said it, adding “But it’s nice to know I still appeal to someone, it’s been a long time since I think anyone thought of me that way.”

Jaycee could feel herself throbbing all over, she had her opening and she was nervous but exhilarated that maybe her longing wasn’t one sided.

Hoping he wasn’t just interested in exchanging compliments she stood up and came closer as she said seductively, “I have been thinking you in a lot of ways and I’d much prefer a man who knows what he’s doing over any young stud. In fact I’d much prefer you, Coach P.”

His face was just inches from her now, she noticed his lips and longed to know what they tasted like, how they felt on hers, how they would feel on her body. He gave her a long slow look, seeming to consider if she was real, and then smiled and put his hands on her shoulders, running his fingers along her arms. He watched her get goose bumps as she responded to his touch.

“How did I not know about this sooner?” He asked as he looked in her eyes.

“I didn’t know if I had an opening, I am careful who I open up to, and I didn’t know if you’d be interested in me that way.” She said breathlessly as she moved closer into his fingers still circling her shoulders.

She stood straighter so her large breasts were right under where his fingers were.

He noticed her shift and moved his fingers so they lightly stroked her breasts, “Jaycee you have an opening, you have any opening you want.”

He leaned in to kiss her as he increased the intensity of his hands on her breasts. He heard her gasp as her lingered on her nipples that were so hard in his hand. Jaycee gasped as her body flooded with longing, his kiss turning her body on completely, she was aware of the pulsing desire in her cunt and nipples. She put her hands on his arms and wanted to dive into the strong muscled biceps that made her knees weak. She ran her hands along his chest, wanting to pull the t-shirt off of him and feel his skin next to hers.

He moved his hands up under her shirt, searching to feel her naked breasts as he continued kissing her, both of them exploring each other hungrily with their tongues. Jaycee moaned when his fingers pinched her nipples and she pressed her breasts as far into her hands as she could, pressing the rest of her body up against his. She could feel his hard cock beneath his shorts and she thought she was going to lose it right there. She hadn’t been fucked properly in years, any recent attempts by her husband falling short of her pleasure and she had been beginning to think she would never experience passionate sex again. She was feeling more lust and longing in kissing Coach P than she had in any sexual encounter with her husband as of late. She knew she was close to an orgasm just from his hands caressing her breasts and the fire in his mouth and kisses, but she wanted to hold out and make this feeling last. She felt alive again and so sensual, her body suddenly remembering all the pleasure that was out there to find.

Coach P pulled away and Jaycee was suddenly worried he was going to stop.

He looked at her with deep longing and said “I want to enjoy every moment of this, of you. I still can’t believe I am here, with you, like this. Here, hop on this table” as he pointed to the conference room table in the room.

Jaycee swooned as she heard him say that, not wanting this to end, so ready to give him everything he wanted and looking forward to all the pleasure she knew was coming their way. She hesitated getting on the table, loving that he was taking further control but not sure what was coming next. He slid her t-shirt up over head, exposing her large breasts and leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Oh yes, oh my goodness that feels good” she said between low moans.

He switched nipples, using his hands to squeeze and caress her breasts. She was squirming on the table, feeling waves of pleasure her body had forgotten were possible. She loved seeing his mouth on her nipples, seeing his strong tan hands against her soft pale skin. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation of what was coming next; at least what she hoped was coming next.

His hands traced down her stomach and slid across the top of her pants between her legs. She cried out in want as she arched her back and tried to press her whole body into his every touch.

He smiled and teased her, “I think someone wants me to keep going.”

“Yes, please yes” she cried back, anxious for him to continue, to have her in any way he wanted.

His eyes continued twinkling as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of her pants and started sliding them off her, and then he did the same with her undergarments, leaving her naked on the table in front of him. Jaycee didn’t know what was coming next; she wanted so badly to feel his hard cock in her pussy, to drip her wet cum all over his cock. She was wet already from his touch and from the anticipation of what he would do, but she wanted that release, the full pleasure of the orgasm she knew was just waiting to be unleashed.

“Please Coach P, please fuck me. Slide your hard cock in my pussy now, please.” She gushed.

“I have another idea first,” he said as he pulled her to the edge of the table close to him and started kissing her inner thighs.

She cried out in pleasure as she felt his warm tongue tease her clit, “oh yes, please, I’m going to cum soon.”

“That’s my plan,” he said seductively as he plunged his fingers into her cunt, bringing a cry from her lips.

Jaycee couldn’t believe the sensations washing over her as he expertly worked his tongue and fingers on her clit and deep in her pussy. He gently grabbed her clit with his teeth and she felt herself losing all control.

“Oh my gosh, oh, my gosh, yes, yes, yes” she cried as an amazing orgasm washed over her body.

She felt her cum running out of her pussy over his fingers as he continued to suck her clit, willing her to keep cumming. Her body responded with wave upon wave of pleasure, pleasure she hadn’t felt in years. She screamed out with every wave of pleasure.

“Thank you, oh, thank you” she said out of breath as she pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting her wetness on his lips.

She felt her pussy throb as she devoured his kisses and felt his hard cock press into her thigh. She had just experience more pleasure than she had in years and her body was crying out for more, she knew she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she felt him inside of her, until they both were crying out in pleasure together. She could tell by the deep longing in his eyes that he wanted more of her too and she frantically pulled down his shorts and boxers revealing a gorgeous cock. Her longing intensified exponentially as she strained to have her pussy touch his hardness. He grabbed her hips and held his cock just inches from her pussy.

“I think you want me to do something else” he teased as she cried out in anticipation.

“Oh please, enter me, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you completely. I want you to fill me with your cum, please, I want you so badly,” she begged as she felt her pussy yearn for his cock like she never had before.

He continued teasing her, placing the head of his cock right inside her wetness but not entering any further. She cried out, begging, wanting only to feel him fill her completely. He couldn’t hold back any longer, wanting her just as badly but enjoying teasing her and listening to her beg. He leaned in and kissed her deeply and then thrust his cock in her pussy completely, feeling her gasp and her pussy tighten around him as he plunged into her as deeply as he could. Jaycee couldn’t believe how good he felt, how good she felt, her body had been craving this kind of release for years. She felt more pleasure with every thrust of his body into hers as they developed a rhythm working together. He moaned along with her, calling out her name as he kissed her neck and her lips. Jaycee felt her body moving towards another greater orgasm and couldn’t believe she could feel any pleasure greater than what she was feeling right now. His pace grew faster as they both moaned in unison, getting closer to mutual release.

He slowed suddenly, making her gasp in longing as he paused his stroke just inside her pussy. Jaycee couldn’t take it anymore and she yelled his name and begged loudly for him to not stop, to keep going.

His eyes held the same emotions and pleasure Jaycee felt and he smiled and whispered “I just like hearing you beg” as he plunged into her deeply once again.

Jaycee lost it right there and the walls of her orgasm broke over his cock, coating him in her slippery wetness as he continued pounding his cock into her. Feeling her orgasm on his cock sent him over the edge too and he cried out as he pumped his cum into her. They continued slowly moving together as one as their bodies held on to every wave of lust and pleasure that flowed over them. Slowly they pulled apart, exhausted and complete, and just enjoyed their bodies wet and warm and spent. He pulled away and pulled up his shorts as she tried to put herself back together. She could barely comprehend her clothing as she relished the warm satisfied feeling that enveloped her. She felt so relaxed and satiated and couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have such a sexy man have provided her with such pleasure.

“I hope this won’t be our last encounter,” he told her with a smile as he slid her down off the table.

“Oh I hope not either” she replied smiling back at him. “It will be hard to see you tomorrow night at the banquet now” she added as she straightened the pile of awards on the desk nearby.

“Oh it will be hard alright” he said with a wink.

“Well I would be happy to help take care of that for you tomorrow, and imagine I’ll have worked up quite a thirst” she said teasingly back, making his eyes light up as he realized what she referred to.

His voice caught as he leaned in for another kiss and said “thank you for all you’ve done.”

“No, thank you,” she said smiling, “I can see this being a great thing for both of us.”

“I sure hope so,” he said.

They embraced and Jaycee felt her body respond all over again to his kiss as he started exploring her again with his hands. She knew theirs was a relationship she wasn’t letting go of if she could help it; she knew she had found just what she had been looking for.

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