Half Time: Leah suggsests she motivates Coach Reed instead (Luck: -10, Lust: +15)

“I really don’t think that is appropriate…” Leah was flabbergasted that he would have even mentioned such an idea. But she considered an alternative. “…but I could maybe help…motivate you.” the sensual hint of her voice lingered like her eyes on the well built coach in front of her.

“Well hell—I guess I can’t say no to that.” he stated. He must have known it was an insane and hugely immoral ask for her to fuck his best senior players. Maybe he had just been joking? Leah wasn’t really sure. He motioned for her to follow him into one of the visiting coaches’ area, adjacent to the visiting lockerroom that now smelled as foul as you could imagine with all the sweaty teens nearby.

“Maybe you are right.” he said as he closed and secured the door behind her as she moved inside the room.

“About what?” Leah asked.

“Maybe getting some head will clear my head.” he cracked a smile.

Leah felt a rush of adrenaline and desire from the audacity of his request. She got down on her knees. Her hands already beginning to undo his shorts and her lips curling into a devilish smile. In a fluid motion, she tugged his shorts down, revealing his throbbing cock, and looked up at him with sultry eyes, knowing full well what effect it had.

“Anything to help.” She said, her breath teasing the tip of his manhood.

She started slowly, licking around the head and holding him firmly at the base before taking him all the way in her mouth. Her tongue spiraling around his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. She let out small moans that vibrated against his cock and made him shudder. She used her hand as she sucked, her speed increasing and her suction hitting levels a Hoover vacuum would be jealous of.

Coach Reed couldn’t control himself as he watched the talented teacher’s head bob up and down, his words fumbling out between groans.

"Fuck, Leah! You're doing to my cock what the Predators are doing to my defense!" He moaned as her lips worked him harder, spiraling her tongue around his shaft with skill that defied belief.

"Damn, that mouth of yours is the real MVP. I didn’t know they taught that in history class! Oh shit! Is there a Heisman for head?"

He was panting like he had run the whole length of a football field—his voice gaspy and breathless in between the loud echoes of her slurps. "You're gonna make me blow a load like we're blowing this game," he cried, the vulgarity of his own words mixed with a hell of a lot of deep admiration.

She let out a hum, the sensation sending him into another world.

"Fucking hell! That's it, Leah! Go Cougars Go!" She increased her pace even more, nearly causing his knees to buckle from the intense pressure.