You don't need the keycard

As you look at the keycard being held out to you, you can smell Mrs Andrews perfume. You're already horny as hell and the sweet scent arouses you even more. Your gaze follows Mrs Andrews' fingers up her arm and then you give her body a once over. Her pajamas look comfortable although they don't flatter her body, but you remember how tight her sweater and skirt hugged her body from earlier. As you look up to her pretty face, Mrs Andrews says your name.

"John? The girls are waiting downstairs in their room," she says, waving the keycard in front of your face.

You take the keycard from her hand. Then, you slam it and the other keycard you were holding down on the counter. The sudden action startles Mrs Andrews and she jumps a little. You step closer to her, causing her to back up but there's a stool behind her and she has nowhere to retreat.

"I'm sure the girls were delighted to win, huh?" you remark.

Mrs Andrews gulps and forces a quick smile. "Yeah, they were thrilled. I mean, I have faith in them and they worked really hard this year, but did you see the other teams? I think we would have placed second or third if not for your help," Mrs Andrews says in her southern accent.

"And you're thrilled too?" you ask.

"Of course," Mrs Andrews nods. "It's my first trophy as a coach. It's really good since it's only my second year coaching. This will help my career a lot."

"First as a coach?"

"Yeah, I won a few as a cheerleader in high school and the same college. We made it to nationals 2 years in a row in college and won back to back!" Mrs Andrews says with a proud smile. You were right that she used to be a cheerleader herself.

"Let me guess..." you say with a sly smile, "You were the pretty cheerleader who fucked 1 of the judges to win back then?"

Mrs Andrews giggles. "You're almost right. Back then the entire team had to do it. And we didn't have a female coach, so we had to fuck the coach and all the judges... 1 girl even got knocked up 1 year and she had no idea who was the father," she says. Your hands move to the bottom of her pajamas shirt and you fiddle with the lowest button as you maintain eye contact with her to see if she's going to object. It doesn't matter to you either way since you've already decided what, or who, you want, and you can easily use your magic rings if you need to.

Mrs Andrews seems to be strongly considering you as she gazes back at you, but her lips slowly curve upwards into a smile.

"Maybe..." you say, "Instead of the girls, you could show me your appreciation..."

"Really?" Mrs Andrews sounds surprised and flattered at the same time. "They're young and hot cheerleaders. Flexible and... slutty cheerleaders."

"How do you know they're slutty?"

"Well, for 1 thing, they volunteered. And I hear things around school."

"What kind of things?" you ask, undoing the bottom button on her shirt and slowly moving your hands up to the next button.

"The usual thing you hear about sluts in school. They're easy. They party. They sleep with the jocks. And let's just say 1 of them isn't very bright and shouldn't be getting more than a passing grade, if you know what I mean," Mrs Andrews says. Her hands have crept over to your body as she lifts your shirt and touches your bare waist.

"She's getting some help with her homework? Or... is she getting special attention from a professor?" You undo another button as your hands move up to the middle of Mrs Andrews' torso, just below where her breasts are.

"Oh, definitely special attention. I'm not sure what she has to do. The other people at the college say her math professor has had several complaints over the years but they've never been able to prove anything." Mrs Andrews unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants, then she fondles the length of your long cock through your boxers. Her wider grin shows her approval and excitement.

You undo another button to reveal the underside of her breasts. "Is that what you were like when you were a cheerleader in college?" you ask.

"I never slept with a professor or anything, but other than that..."

"You were a slut." You undo another button to expose her breasts and her top is virtually open except for 1 last button below her neck holding it together. Her breasts are nice and shapely, although probably less perky than when she was a cheerleader. "Are you still a slut?" you ask.

Mrs Andrews grins. "Well, that's what my ex-husband calls me." She slips a hand down the front of your boxers and grabs your cock, giving it a hard squeeze. In reaction, you pull her pajamas shirt apart, popping the final button loose and it bounces off the kitchen counter.

"You slept around when you were married?"

"So did he. We met because he was a friend of my ex-boyfriend. I cheated on that boyfriend with him and he cheated on his girlfriend at that time. Some people are just not meant to be monogamous."

You run your hands over Mrs Andrews' firm breasts, giving them a good squeeze before you quickly remove your clothes and drop them in a heap on the floor. In the meantime, Mrs Andrews slips her pajamas bottoms off and sits on the stool behind her and leans back, spreading her legs to show you her shaved pussy. She looks glorious.

"Bring that cock over here," she says, pointing down at her pussy. You get in closer with your cock in hand and you smack it against her crotch a couple of times.

As you nuzzle the tip of your cock against her pussy lips, you say, "If you both knew you were sleeping around..."

"Why did we get divorced? Well, we both pretended we didn't know, until he walked in on me 1 day..."

"Who were you with?" You're tempted to thrust your cock into her, but you want to hear this story first and you doubt you 2 are going to be chatting once the sex begins.

Mrs Andrews blushes and she seems **** to answer. However, when you hold your cock in position, she relents. "His step-father."

"His father?!" You can't help exclaiming.

"STEP-father. His mother re-married his guy who was like 10 years younger than her. A former firefighter. Anyway, the shower needed fixing and he offered to come over to do it, and 1 thing led to another and before I knew it, my ex is walking in on his step-father fucking me in the shower," Mrs Andrews says, biting her lower lip as she grabs your cock and attempts to pull it to her, but you resist and pull back with your hips.

"Hold on," you say as Mrs Andrews eyes your cock longingly. "Did you initiate it or did he?" you ask.

The cheerleading coach bites her lip again. "His shirt got wet so he took it off. And then, well, I was in a robe, and I let it drop to the floor, and I just threw myself at him... He resisted a little at first, but eventually he gave in and pulled his cock out." Then, she tugs at your cock, giving it a full length stroke and pulls you towards her pussy. This time, you relent and let her slowly pull your cock into her pussy, feeling the warm canal swallow your cock until you're buried deep in her.

"How does that feel?" you ask.

"Jesus, that feels nice!" Mrs Andrews moans as you move your hips back and forth slowly.

"Better than your ex's step-father?"

"Oh yeah! He was ripped and all, but his cock was just average sized. I like a nice big cock like yours. Jeez, I haven't had 1 like this since..." Mrs Andrews trails off as you keep fucking her and increasing in pace. She seems to zone out a little and you place your hands around her neck firmly but not too hard, to emphasize that you're in control and also get her attention. She looks up at you as she breathes hardly and gasps in pleasure with each thrust of your hips.

"Since what?" you ask.

"Since... Since..." Mrs Andrews gasps. "Since I fucked 1 of the guys on the basketball team..."

You had already established that Mrs Andrews is a slut, so you're not that surprised that she's banging college students. "So you fuck students, huh?"

"They're not underaged or anything. It's not illegal," Mrs Andrews says defensively. It sounds like she's maybe been caught before or people have made accusations. "It's not like I prowl the campus looking for cock."

"Then what?"

"Me and some of the other coaches have an exchange program," Mrs Andrews says between sharp gasps. Her breathing is getting harder as your thrusts get faster and you're both working up a sweat.

"How does that work?"

"Well, I pick a cheerleader and they pick 1 of their players and we send them to each other."

"And your cheerleaders just do what you tell them to?"

"Well, some of them, yes. Others are... they need to stay on the team to keep their scholarships or make up for poor grades. In the end, they all just little sluts." Mrs Andrews stops speaking and she throws her head back and she enjoys your thorough fucking of her and you stop asking questions too as you both concentrate on the harmony of your bodies and getting to the finish line. The room is filled with sounds of you both grunting in pleasure for the next few minutes as you keep pumping your cock in and out of Mrs Andrews relentlessly. You feel close to cumming and you can probably let burst, but you keep holding on until Mrs Andrews moans loudly and her body quivers and her eyes roll back. As if you needed more confirmation, you feel her pussy squeeze on your cock like a vice and it almost hurts as you finally let loose and cum with and inside her.

Maybe it's because you have a lot of cum built up, but it takes you a good minute or 2 to get done, long after Mrs Andrews is past her climax and she just leans back against the counter as you finish. Her face is flushed and she looks content and satisfied. You're about to pull out and step back when she locks her legs around you and pulls you closer to her until your chest is pressing against her firm breasts. Her nipples have lined up nicely against your own and you can keep their pointiness. "We're not done. You're staying the night," she whispers as she kisses you and while it's not what you had planned, you willingly succumb to her charm and kiss her back.