Breeding The Volleyball Coach

My undefeated college volleyball champs needed a break. Having worked their sweet asses off for the victory, many had forsaken guys. As their coach, I felt it my duty to make sure they received a well-balanced education.

If that meant banging and breeding the hunky, 19-year-old black football player in front of the 18 and 19-year-old girls, then so be it. I was going to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

Excerpt:

This was the big game. Our girls had gone undefeated throughout the season and they just needed one more to clinch perfection. As their coach, it was up to me to make sure these 18 and 19-year-olds were on the top of their game.

Sometimes, that meant doing things that were against the norm. This was one of those times.

These tall, muscular girls were A-class athletes - at the top of their field. They had put in numerous hours of practice and their attention to their bodies was top notch.

But that meant that many of them were...still virgins. They'd never been with a guy. Not because of lack of want, but because they just didn't have time to go out and find one.

That was all about to change. Unbeknownst to them, after today's game, I was going to spoil them with a treat. I found a young, hunky, stud of a man who was a virgin himself to teach these girls what they needed to know about sex.

But first, I had to teach him. I licked my lips just thinking about it. I had taken weeks in choosing the perfect guy. Not too cocky, not too dumb. Just right.

My lady parts tingled all throughout the game as I thought about Robert. He was a running back for our college football team and God was he great-looking. He was also black.

That thought sent a droplet of clingy cum down into my panties. Of course I couldn't be sure how the girls would react. Maybe they were all secret lesbians and wouldn't want anything to do with him. That was just fine as it meant more of his hot bod all for me.

I used to be a volleyball player in my younger years. One of the best in the state, in fact. Now, I was a 38-year-old MILF with large, hanging, pendulous breasts, wide hips and a mature face. My legs - while not as strong as they used to be - were still plenty muscular with soft curves and a light tan.
In other words, I was smokin' hot and I knew it.

But it had been awhile since I'd had a nice, juicy cock inside my mature pussy. And it was aching badly for one. Today was the day the dry spell ended. I was going to show these hot ladies what a mature woman could do to a guy.

Time dragged on, the game was fairly close but never in doubt. Our team won, the first all-girls' team to go undefeated in a season. After the celebration, I sprang my victory prize on the girls.

"A guy? To...? What? What do we need a guy for?" Deborah, the team captain asked, wiping the sweat off her golden, glistening body.