    Title: Coaching
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: A man is coaching and chaperoning a grop og high school boys at a basketball
    tournament. A business woman befriends them all, but gives the coach a very special
    parting gift.
    Keywords: MF rom

It was late May, back in 1998. I was in Atlanta, being a chaperon and coach for eight high school boys during an AAU basketball tournament. My charges were a mix of white and black kids, that have played round-ball together since they were probably old enough to walk in our hometown which will remain unnamed, but is located in southern Georgia. The tournament was a week long affair, and we were staying at a large chain motel near the airport.

We had use of a van, courtesy of the local dealership, which also happens to be a sponsor for local basketball. There were maybe six or seven other teams staying at the same motel, as well as the usual business travelers. Since there were eight boys, I had a room to myself, as the boys were split into pairs into four rooms. And, one of the boys was my youngest brother, Doug, which was how I got into this whole thing. I also teach school, tenth and eleventh grade social studies, and I've had all eight kids in my classes. Of the eight, five of them, including my brother, are seventeen and will be Seniors next year. The other three are sixteen and will be Juniors.

We arrived on Monday, with the tournament, a round-robin event, starting the next morning. Now, I'm rather strict with the boys. This wasn’t the first road trip that I've taken with them, nor was it to be the last. And they all know that if they misbehave, I'm libel to put them through a wall. At six-five, I may not be as tall as most of them, but at two-hundred and sixty pounds, and still in great shape, none want to get on my bad side.

As a team, they're okay. I would like to say that they're very talented, but I would be lying. All play high school ball, but, well, the rest of the area isn't too worried about us winning any state championships. Yeah, there is talent there, but not enough to win consistently.

It was our first evening, after a day of playing two games. The boys did well, winning both games easily. I was even surprised by their success today. And the boys, they were a bit cocky this evening. Our rooms were on the second floor of the motel, and we all were outside of our rooms, sitting in chairs in the warm, May evening, watching traffic, more or less. A car pulled up down underneath, and one of them, I think it might have been Gerry, said "Wow, look at those tits!"

Some started saying some other nastier things, as she opened the door of her Chrysler, with me saying "Careful boys. We don't need to get kicked out tonight." They quieted down, and I heard a few say 'yes sir' as well as some more mumbling of the lady down below. Hell, they're boys. What else are they thinking about besides pussy and sports? I saw her approached the sidewalk below us, wearing a business attire consisting of a dark blue or black dress, with very ample cleavage. The boys went back to talking about basketball, as I listened, hearing her coming up the stairs which were located down to my right after the sixth or seventh room.

I turned to see her come around the corner, carrying a briefcase, wearing sunglasses, and m\no smile on her face. Shit, I was now worried that she had heard the comments from the boys. She looked to be the rich, white bitch type. And I could just see her fur getting up because of a group of boys, half of which are African American, commenting about her looks in a sexual manner.

But I was relieved, when she passed the silent kids, saying "Good evening, boys."

It wasn't in a nasty tone, nor in a favorable one. Just one of indifference, as she went on by me, casting me a slight smile, before going to the next room, and unlocking it and entering. The door closed behind her, and one of them whistled slow and softly. I turned and glared, holding my finger to my lips. I had gotten a good look at her, she was probably in her early to mid fifties. And in great shape. Her breasts filled out the front of the outfit she was wearing damn nicely. And her legs, long and well muscled. But, she was old enough to be my mother, let alone these guys grandmother.

The guys started talking about basketball and today’s games, then someone mentioned the pool on the premises. They asked if it was okay to go swimming, and I just nodded, sending them off into their rooms to change into their suits, and head downstairs to the pool. Which, was located across the parking lot from where our rooms faced, so the eight of them were within my view. I smiled, glad I didn't have to move, as I reached down and picked up my cola, as I watched the first two, which was my brother Doug and his best friend Pat, do cannonballs into the water, sending water everywhere. The others followed suit, and soon all were horsing around in the pool. I had my feet propped up on the railing, cola in hand, as I heard her door open. I turned, and saw her close her door, then turn towards me, smiling. I lowered my feet, letting her pass. She was now in a pair of denim shorts, and a t-shirt, and definitely no bra. And I was amazed, seeing that rack pushing against the fabric.

I stuttered out "Good evening."

She grinned, replying "Good evening." in return, as he walked on past. She had some coins in her hand, and I wasn't surprised when after she rounded the corner, I heard her obtaining a cola from the vending machine. She came back around, popping the top and taking a sip as she walked.

I figured her to keep on going, but she surprised me when she stopped by the railing, looking out at my charges as they played in the pool, and asked "So, you babysitting these boys?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, guess you could say that. We're here for an AAU basketball tournament."

"Well, they seem rather well behaved." She remarked.

Yeah, she didn't hear their comments from earlier. I responded "They are now. But this was our first day. The pool is a good distraction for one night, but if they start loosing, then they'll be more of a handful."

She turned my way, smiling "You need to come up with some more distractions."

I laughed, "Yeah, five more nights of distractions!"

She smiled, and started walking back to her room, saying "Good luck."

I raised my eyebrow a bit, knowing that I may need it. About ten, the boys came back up, wet and tired. I was happy for the latter, it meaning that they wouldn't give me any problems tonight.

The next day, they lost their first one, got pounded actually. And the second game went into double overtime, before they lost it by a point. Disappointed, we returned to the motel. They were all in a sour mood, as I went into my room, and noticed the message light was blinking on my phone. Picking it up, I dialed the front office, and was told that there was a message from the lady in the next room for me.

It was almost six, as I glanced at the clock, and went down to the office. Picking up the envelope, I read a short note, and about died from shock. I thanked the manager and went up to the rooms, and found the boys moping around on the balcony.

Simon looked at me, and seeing my smile, he asked "What's so funny?"

I shook my head, "Well, the lady next to me thought you boys were such gentlemen last night, that she's provided us with some entertainment for the evening."

Doug piped in, "Yeah, like what?"

"Shut your room doors and get into the van. We're going to the baseball game. For free." I responded. They all perked up, and all beat me to the van, as we headed to the ballpark. We were all in a state of shock that some lady would be kind enough to give us free tix to a ballgame. And, well, we figured that even though they were probably upper deck, it sure beat the hell out of staying at the motel moping about after loosing two games.

We figured wrong. the tix weren't upper deck. They were for a suite. We arrived as the gates opened, and once we found where we were going, all nine of us were stunned. For eight kids, who for the most part are from families with low income backgrounds, they were in heaven. Hell, so was I! Food and drink (non-alcoholic) was provided, and we all enjoyed ourselves. I made it a point to tell the boys that they all better be thankful that our benefactor didn't hear their opening comments the night previous. Of course, for a few of them, I had to explain what benefactor meant. But they all soon understood, and I also told them that they all should thank her next time they see her.

We didn't get back to the motel until almost eleven-thirty. Her car was there, but once we were up on our floor, I could see that it was dark inside her room. I made sure the boys were extremely quiet, something that they made sure they were. I couldn't believe how well they behaved. Of course, by then, they were worn out.

Once I was sure that they wouldn't be any problem, which was in a short amount of time, I went on into my room. We have five rooms on this trip, with two boys in each room. And me at the end. My brother and Pat are in the room at the other end. Two rooms each have interior doors leading into each other, and mine has one as well, leading into the lady's room. Hell, and it suddenly hit me, I didn't even know her name. I looked at the envelope that the tickets were in, nothing. And by now, I couldn't even remember if she was a blond, redhead or what! She could have had five eyes, for all I knew. However, I did remember how nice her tits and legs looked.

Sleep came quickly, and it was a good sleep. The phone rang at the scheduled daily wake-up call at six-thirty, and I then called the other four rooms to rouse the boys up. After breakfast, we were off to our assigned gym, where we were scheduled for three games today. They easily one the first one, barely won the second, and got stomped in the third. So, after three days, we were three and three in this round robin format. Not a good record, and not good at all for seeding of the tournament, which starts tomorrow. The boys were a bit dejected, as we made our way back to the motel.

But, their spirits lifted, when I found another message, from my neighbor. Another envelope, this one containing tickets to a concert. The boys weren't too sure about this, and quite frankly, nor was I. It was pushing six-thirty, when we were standing there, right after I had told the eight of them. That was when she pulled up in her car, and got out of it, causing us all to shut up, as she looked up, and smiled.

"Hello boys, you better all hurry up, if we want to catch this concert." She said.

I turned my head, saying "Okay, we don't have to much in dress clothes, but get something on nice, and let's get going. The lady is waiting!"

They frowned at me, and I turned, saying "It'll be a couple of minutes, ma'am. We've just returned from the tournament. Um, how fancy is this place? The boys didn't really bring anything too nice?"

She just waved her hand, "Oh don't worry about that. It's at the Fox Theater, and they'll be just fine."

I smiled nervously, wondering why all this attention. "We'll be right down as soon as we're ready." She smiled, as I went to my room, and put on a clean shirt and pants. Stepping out, the boys were all ready, with strange looks in their eyes. I shot them a glare, and we went downstairs and to the van. I opened the passenger door, saying to her "Ma'am." She smiled, as she climbed in. The others got in the back, and I got in to drive.

Well, we finally found her name, Mrs. Burns, but we could call her Miss. Olive. The boys all introduced themselves, and she asked how the tournament was going for us. They all chattered away, as I made my way down to Piedmont Street. By the time we were parked, the boys were more relaxed. And I was very happy to see that they behaved themselves during the concert. And on the way back, they thanked her for the evening, as well as the ball game the bight before. That's when she floored us, saying that she's made arrangements for us to go to tomorrow nights game as well.

Now the guys were very enthusiastic to hear that. And they told her so, in a very polite manner, I might add. But, I was bothered by this all. Why was she doing this? And, being the inquisitive type, I thought it best I should ask at the next available chance.

That happened once the boys went into their rooms, after thanking Miss. Olive once more. As she went to her door, I said "Miss Olive, can I speak to you for a moment?"

She smiled, and stepped back against the railing of the balcony, as I approached. I glanced back to see the last door of my boy's rooms to shut, and before I could say anything, she stated "You're probably wondering why I'm doing this?"

I chuckled "Yeah, I am."

"Well Mike, I'm a business woman. I'm here in town to arrange a large business deal for the company that I own. Anyway, as I've been working on it during the day with the potential client, I also have lots of work in the evening to go over."

I finished it for her, "And not having boys around, that need a diversion, keeps things quiet so you can work easier."

"Hope you don't mind." She said .

I chuckled, "No, not at all. Helps me out. I just hope it doesn't inconvenience you financially."

A broad smile came to her face, "Financially, I can write it off. And the cost pales in what the business deal is worth."

"But why stay here? When you could stay at the Peachtree center or anywhere else?"

"I didn't attain or maintain my financial goals by paying too high for a roof over my head, Michael. And besides, what I've done does give me a bit of satisfaction." And then, I was shocked, as she stepped up on her toes, planting a kiss on my chin, then stepping by me to get into her room, saying "Good luck tomorrow."

I watched her enter and close the door, and I went on into my room. Damn, I hated tot ell her, but she's been the best luck these boys have had in probably their whole lives.

Another early get up, and the guys did great. They won their morning game, and during lunch, as the other sights sent in their results, we were informed that we would be playing this afternoon as a fifth seed in our bracket of sixteen teams. This was Thursday. If we win today, we play one in the morning, and if we win it, again in the afternoon. If we loose that game, we go into the consolation round that evening. If we win, no game until Saturday.

They played hard, and won the afternoon game by a wide margin, and with a van load of happy teen boys, we went to the ballgame that evening. The boys were in rare form, joking and horsing around as we sat in the suite and enjoyed the game and the food.

Their emotional high was waning by the time we got back to the motel, just before eleven. But, thankfully, within thirty minutes, all eight of them were settled into their rooms, as I went on inside of mine. I didn't notice if there was a light on or not in Miss Olive's room, as I shut and locked my door before pulling my shirt off over my head, in dire need of a shower. So, I was a bit startled when a soft knock sounded from the interior door going into her room. I pulled the door open, and a smiling Miss Olive was standing there, and she said "I hope I'm not bothering you, Michael?"

"Oh, um, no, I was going to take a shower, do you need something?" I asked.

"Oh no, it can wait until you're done getting cleaned up. Just needed to ask how things went." She grinned, before adding "I'm sort of curious and all. But if you want to wait, I mean, if you need to call your wife and let her know, I can talk tomorrow evening?"

I laughed, "Oh, I'm not married, not even a girlfriend at the moment. But let me shower up, and I'll tell you how things went."

She said "Okay." as she shut the door from her side almost all the way, but not completely. I didn't even bother shutting mine. And I really didn't think anything of it, as I went on into the bathroom and stripped all my clothes off.

After taking a healthy dump, I started the water up, and got in and began rinsing my body under the hot water. I stood there for a moment or two, enjoying the feeling of the hot water as it flowed over my body.

I really wasn't thinking about anything, not the boys and their basketball games, not about anything at home, and certainly not Miss Olive. And so naturally, I about jumped out of my skin as the shower curtain was pulled back, and her face appeared. She had a smile on her face, as she asked "May I join you? I could stand a shower myself."

I stuttered out, "Uh, yeah, sure."

She stepped in from around the shower curtain, and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open rather widely, as she grabbed the washcloth, and started rubbing the soap into it, and all the time, a smile on her face. My eyes were taking in the sight. Almost a good foot shorter than I, with her jet black hair, streaked with some gray, hanging down past her shoulders. And her breasts. Oh man, round and firm, and very obviously have been lifted in recent times, as gravity should have been tugging them down a long time ago. Her belly had a bit of fat, but not much. And her crotch had a thick forest of black curls.

She interrupted me, asking "You going to let me get wet, Michael?" I didn't say anything, as I stepped aside to let her get under the water. My cock was rapidly rising, as she turned around to face me, getting her body sprayed down from the shower. My cock was straining, pointing up towards the ceiling, as she opened her eyes once her hair was wet, and leaned her head out from underneath the shower. She smiled as she looked at my hard meat, as she reached her right hand out and grasped it firmly. Well hell, I guess this was an invitation, as my right hand went to her left breast, getting a good feel of her fine texture. My left hand went to the back of her body, and I pulled her tightly to me, and I lowered my face to hers and we kissed. Our tongues danced, as I felt my cock throb against her belly. And the warmth from her crotch on my thigh was hotter than the water.

We broke apart, and we were both soon under the water, with my back towards the shower head. She had her right hand over my right hand, and they were roasting on her belly. She grabbed the washcloth that she had soaped up and laid on the plastic rack, and put it into my left hand. I grabbed it, and brought it to the front of her right shoulder. Her left hand was now on my left hand, as I slowly glided the washcloth about her body, lathering her smooth, soft skin. I worked across her body above her chest, a few strokes, before soaping up her right breast, and then underneath. She moaned softly each time I ran the cloth on the underside of her delectable tits.

Slowly, I worked my cleaning of her body downwards, all over her belly, and her hips, before reaching her crotch. Her legs then parted, as I started washing down there. I worked the washcloth between her swollen pussy lips, and I felt her body shudder, as a soft cry escaped from her lips. I felt her body relax, as I held her up with my right arm, pulling her tight against my body and my very hard and wanting prick. She was breathing heavily, as she let go of my hand, and bent her body forward. She brought her hand up in front of her, and placed her palms up against the far wall, as she lifted her left leg, and placed her foot on the top edge of the tub. Yeah, I knew what to do. I stepped back, and guided the head of my meat with my right hand to her cunt, as my left hand held onto her hip. I easily sank in, enjoying the feeling of her interior flesh as it enveloped my hungry cock.

I was groaning, trying hard to not blast my load into her so soon. But when I felt her body shudder again, as a loud moan escaped from her mouth, my cock erupted, washing her walls with my seed. I exhaled, as the immense wave of pleasure raced through me, causing a bit of shortness of breath. her tight cunt had a firm grip on my tool, and so I thought best to see if I can stay hard.

I was happily surprised that I did. Actually, I was amazed. I hadn't had any sex other than by self-gratification in months. And this lady's cunt was wanting more, as I felt her push back against me. My cock was wanting more, and I was more than willing to have it stat plowing this ladies wonderful cunt. Soon she was groaning, and then gasping for air, before she moaned and cried as her cunt sucked a load out of my cock, making my knees tremble as I filled her hot box. My hands had worked their way up underneath her, holding onto her round, firm knockers, and squeezing the life out of them as I pumped the remaining driblets of cum deep inside of her.

I exhaled, satisfied at fucking her cunt, as I stepped back, my cock slipping from her warm cunt. She stood and turned around, and we wrapped our arms about each other, letting the water wash over us. Then, she broke apart, and smiled, telling me "Let's dry off and get into bed for some more fun."

I was grinning from ear to ear, as I turned off the water, and we got out. We patted each other dry, and I marveled at her wonderful titties. Yeah, they were damn nice. Round, firm, and just begging to be sucked on all night long.

And we went to the bed, and embraced each other again. I slowly went down her front, kissing her lips, cheeks, throat, and settled on to her luscious breasts, as my hands each had a handful of her mammary. My cock was at attention, but my lips had desires as well. her hot body quivered as I suckled her hard nipples, and I pushed her down onto the edge of my bed, as I went further down her body. My mouth was soon at her wet bush, and I burrowed my face into it.

She moaned and I felt her hands grab my head, guiding me to where she wanted licked. First her hot hole, which I reamed good, then bringing me up just slightly to feast on her swollen large clit. She started pulling my face into her, as she grinded her crotch as well, my tongue and lips having a wonderful time, as I sensed her impending orgasm.

I was worried that she may be a vocal one, but was happily surprised as her body stiffened and a barely audible murmurs escaped her mouth as she came, flooding my face with her delectable cream. I was up between her thighs in a flash, and unceremoniously jammed my rock hard cock into her tight cunt. She grunted as her cunt expanded to accept my tool once again. Her eyes flew open, and she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to her, and our tongues explored each others mouths as I started pumping her hot box with long strokes. The feeling of her hard breasts pressing into my chest was fantastic, as she suddenly broke our kiss, to say as she gasped for air, "Let's roll over."

I grinned, a woman wanting to be on top, no problem. My cock stayed firmly embedded inside of her, as we rolled to my right onto my back. She brought her knees up, and raised her upper body, the palm of her hands pushing down on my shoulders as she rocked her cunt on my pecker.

She had a satisfied smile on her face, as I reached up and kneaded those great tits of hers, balling away as she rode at her own pace. She spoke again, ass he rode, saying "Oh god, it's nice to have a man that stays around for a second ride."

I laughed, "It's been a while, huh?"

I couldn't believe my ears when she replied, "Yeah, my husband has preferred nailing his mistress more than making me happy in bed."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I replied.

She opened her eyes, looking into mine, and said "Don't be. The bastard won't be living with me for much longer. You've just opened my eyes, Mike."

"How's that?" I was curious, what does this older hot lady have in mind?

"Earl has been cheating on me since he knocked me up with our third child. He just doesn't think I know. Well, I'm tired of it. And you just showed me that sex is still a wonderful thing." She laughed softly, adding "Shoot, you're even ten times better than he ever was."

Wow, go ahead, inflate my ego. There was no more talking. I could feel her pussy starting to spasm, and there was now a hard jerking motion to her ride, signaling another cum for her. And, I could feel my meat starting to throb, and we were both quite happy when we both came together, as her cunt milked a thick and heavy load into her womb.

We both were worn out, as she collapsed forward, her titties slamming into my chest. I remember her sighing, and my cock slipping from her hole, and then nothing. The phone ringing for my wake-up call was the next thing to register in my mind. I was startled from being woken from a sound sleep, and after hanging up, the nights activities registered in my head. I was alone, the door separating mine from Olive's was closed. And, I smelled like sex.

I dragged my tired ass to the bathroom, and took a quick shower, before rousing up the boys. Once dressed, I got the boys up and we were off to breakfast and our next game. I was very much relieved that they hadn't a clue about my sexual adventures after they went to bed. As nothing was said, except wondering if Miss Olive was providing another evening of fun. I had to chuckle, as I was wondering the same thing.

As it happened, we lost our morning game, so we played in the consolation game that evening, and we won, advancing us to another game Saturday morning. We arrived back at the motel at about nine, and I found a message to go to the front desk. A letter from Miss Olive, thanking the boys for their exceptional good behavior, and wishing them luck in future games. The boys were all grateful, but I was a bit disappointed, until about ten-thirty when my phone rang.

That phone call was the beginning of something special. It was Miss Olive, asking me for my home phone number and address, which I happily gave out. For the next three months, when I wasn't taking the boys to tournaments, I was busily spending nights here and there between Olive's thighs. But it didn't stop after the summer was over. It got better.

During those three months, I learned a lot more about her. She filed for a divorce from her husband within a week after our first session of lovemaking in Atlanta. I soon found her to be a shrewd business woman. Her family had money, and her husband had married into it. She told me about her children, all girls, the oldest at seventeen and twin sixteen year olds. She has two sisters, both divorced, and both just as well off. And both sisters have daughters as well. This would all come in to play, unbeknownst to me.

....to possibily be continued

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