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Football Practice

By: Cliff11



It was 4.30ish, Friday afternoon, on a south London college playing fields. The rain was slashing down, and fifteen college boys are finishing their football practice. Stray balls were being rounded up, and the group was gathering around the teacher taking the session, Miss Beckett.

'Alright boys,' she had to raise her voice to make herself heard. 'Five laps, then inside. Last one back has to do five more.'

There was a groan from the group. They' had their kick about, and they all just wanted to get back inside, in the warm and dry. They all trudged off, in a large group, almost huddling together for warmth.

Miss Beckett shook her head, and at the end of the first lap yelled, 'Do you all want extra laps? Pick up the pace!'

This was her first teaching job. She was 24, and fresh out of university. There weren't any male P.E. Teachers at this school, so she had volunteered to be the football coach. She enjoyed the game, and she enjoyed the company of these fit young men.

The group sped up, only marginally, but soon they were spread out. Miss Beckett was surprised to see Dave Anderson hanging towards the back. He was by no means the fittest boy on the squad, but usually made up for it in enthusiasm, and sheer willpower kept him up with the big boys.

Dave was feeling his hamstring. He'd felt a strain in it about fifteen minutes earlier, but was hoping to run it off, but it was still aching. Still, all he had to do he reasoned, was stay ahead of the last kid out here, and he could get himself indoors.

It occurred to Miss Beckett, as the boys passed her to start their final lap, that she had a pretty good job. She got to watch these seventeen and eighteen year old boys run around in their shorts every week, and the college issue white shorts they were all forced to wear left little to the imagination. But that didn't stop her imagination wandering.

Dave was still struggling as he passed Miss Beckett for the penultimate time. He glanced all over his shoulder, and saw he was four or five paces ahead of Alan, the teams Goalkeeper. He was a bit chubby, and was probably favourite to finish last anyway, he usually did. Dave turned back, got his head down and started thinking about the warm fluffy towel waiting for him in his locker, in the warm dry locker room.

He entered the home straight, and took another glance behind him. Alan had closed the gap. He was still a couple of paces behind, but he looked determined to catch up. Dave tried to kick for home, but a bolt of pain shot up the back of his thigh, and he grimaced, but kept going. Everyone else had finished now, and were heading back to the locker room, faster than they had been running on their laps, laughing and jostling with each other. Dave grimaced about ten yards from Miss Beckett, when he felt something clip his heel. Normally, it would have just knocked him off balance and he would have stumbled across the line. But not today. He stumbled, and put all of his weight, off balance, onto his aching hamstring, and landed face first in the mud. He rolled over twice, and looked up to see Alan pass Miss Beckett, and jog off towards the buildings at the edge of the field.

Dave looked at Miss Beckett, imploring her wordlessly not to make him do more laps. But he was to be unlucky. He complained that he had hurt his hamstring, that he'd been tripped, but she wasn't having any of it.

'Come on. Five more.'

He limped off. He barely made it round half a lap, and he just started walking. It took him ten minutes to do four laps, at which point Miss Beckett had clearly had enough and ushered him inside. They walked in silence back to the gym block, and it stopped raining just before they got inside.

'Typical.' Miss Beckett said as she held the door for Dave to hobble through. He ignored her and headed for the boy's locker room. He had to pass the girls room, and heard laughter from inside. Miss Beckett followed the noise into the girls' locker room and disappeared from view.

The boys had all left by the time Dave got inside. Only the familiar stale smell remained. Normally after a session like that Dave would just change and head home, to shower there, but today he was caked in mud from his tumble in the dirt, and was soaked through, so he decided to hit the showers here. He peeled off his sticky shirt, and threw it into his gym bag, followed by his socks and shorts. They had all been white when he put them on, but were now various shades of brown. He peeled off his Y-fronts, and tossed them in the bag. He reached up, and pulled his fluffy white towel out of his locker, and turned around.

Miss Beckett knocked on the door, to the boys locker room, and without waiting for an answer, opened the door. Dave froze.

'I'm sorry Dave, but the cleaners need to clean up in here. You can use the teacher's shower, but we kinda need you out now.'

Miss Beckett hid it well, but she could not believe her eyes. This eighteen year old kid was standing, balls out in front of her, towel over his shoulder.

She gathered herself again and said, 'Come on, grab your stuff and come with me.

Dave was dumbfounded, and starved of any other course of action did as he was told. He turned again, giving Miss Beckett a nice view of his bare arse in the process, grabbed his clean clothes out of his locker, and turned again. It then occurred to him that maybe he should put his towel on, and cover the important bits, not just his shoulder. Miss Beckett had left by this point, and Dave hurried out behind her.

He had his clean clothes in one hand and his bag in the other, so he pushed the door open with his shoulder. As it swung shut behind him, he felt it graze his buttocks, and catch the point where he'd tucked it in at his waist. He dropped his bag and clothes and clutched at himself, and caught the towel before it dropped, but it still left his backside feeling the cold air of the hallway. Rather than fix his towel, he hurried to the manager's office, and pushed at the door. It was locked.

Just then he heard the door to the girls' room open. Dave dropped his bag and clothes to fix his towel, but in the process managed to lose grip on that as well, and it landed on his feet.

He gathered it up and around himself, not looking up, but he had given Miss Beckett, for it was she who had come out of the girls' locker room, another brief glimpse of his penis. It looked to her like he was beginning to get an erection. She smiled to herself. This was just too perfect!

She unlocked the door as Dave picked up his stuff, and let him in. He had been in here before of course, and there was a desk to his left, and another door dead ahead.

'You can leave your bag in here, the shower is in here.' Miss Beckett said softly, opening the other door.

It was basically a cupboard. There was a shower attachment on the wall, with a drain underneath it.

'The handle has fallen off on the inside, so you'll have to leave the door open.'

'OK.' This was the first thing Dave had said since Miss Beckett had walked in on him. He watched her leave, paused for a second, and turned on the water. He waited a few seconds for the water to warm up, slipped off his towel and hung it over the door. He had begun to shiver. He stepped under the stream of hot water, and felt his muscles relax. He just stood there, massaging his aching thigh, and then realised he'd left his shower gel in his locker.

'Damn.' He thought to himself. He'd just have to make do without. He began working at the mud on his skin, thinking about the last five minutes. His teacher, barely older than he was, had seen him stark bollock naked, and had acted as if nothing was amiss. And here he was, in her shower. He was rock hard in seconds. Absentmindedly he started massaging it. He turned around and leant his shoulders against the wall, and slowly stroked his penis, feeling the water cascade over his body.

Miss Beckett was sitting on a bench in the hallway. She was flicking through a leaflet she had grabbed off of her desk, but she wasn't reading it. She was thinking about the naked teenager in her office. She thought about his soft skin, his tight muscles from his chest down to his. . .

She was snapped out of her daydream by Anna, a lower sixth form girl.

'Sorry, what?' Miss Beckett asked, looking up.

'I lost my hair band during Netball this afternoon, I wanted to see if anyone had handed it in.'

'Can it wait a few minutes? It's just-'

'Not really. My Mum's waiting for me in the car outside.'

Miss Beckett rolled her eyes,

'OK,' she said getting up, wait here.'

She knocked on the door to her own office, and waited. There was no answer. She slowly unlocked and opened the door. She crept in and opened the drawer in her desk. Sure enough there was a pink hair band lying on top of the books in there. She closed the drawer, glanced around and stopped. The door to the shower was wide open. Dave had his eyes closed and was masturbating furiously. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.

'Miss Beckett?'

The door swung open. Anna looked in. Miss Beckett wheeled around open mouth open. Dave's eyes shot open and desperately tried to cover himself up.

'Anna!' Miss Beckett finally found her voice, yelling at the poor girl, 'I told you to wait outside!'

'Yes, but-'

'Get out now!'

Miss Beckett followed her out into the hallway. Dave could hear the shouting but couldn't focus on the words. He was so humiliated. This would be all over school tomorrow, and he would never live it down. Wanking in the teacher's office! How could he be so stupid?

He grabbed the towel and started to dry himself off. His rock-hard cock taunting him with the memory of what had just happened.

There was a knock at the door. He wrapped the towel around himself and called out, 'Yes?'

The door opened tentatively.

'Are you decent?' It was Miss Beckett.

'Does it matter?'

The door opened fully, and Miss Beckett stepped in.

'I am so sorry. She lost something, and I came to get it, I didn't know the door would be open-'

'Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have been, well, you know.'

He trailed off embarrassed. Miss Beckett looked down at the bulge at the front of his towel. She couldn't help herself.

'Don't worry about Anna. She won't tell anyone about,' she paused, 'this.'

Dave didn't ask how she could know this, he just wanted to get out of here.

Miss Beckett looked at the boy. He was clearly distraught at what had happened, but she couldn't think of the words to let him know that it was OK. She didn't know why, but she stepped towards him, and took his face in both her hands. She lifted his cheeks and stared deep into his eyes. She smiled. A few seconds later, he mirrored her smile. She nodded.

'OK, I'll let you get on with it.'

She backed away slowly, and closed the door behind her. And Dave went to grab his towel, and realised it was on the floor again. He hadn't even felt it drop.

Football Practice Ch. 02



Miss Beckett, or Alice to her friends, waited patiently as Dave finished up in her small, windowless office. Eventually he came out, Still with an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. They exchanged goodbyes, and she watched him leave. She stared at his backside until it was out of sight, beyond the glass of the building's main door. She walked into her office, and stopped. She opened the door to her tiny shower room, and stared in. She pictured the naked, wet, straining bicep, the strong forearm and the fist wrapped around his cock. She pictured the scene, and imagined herself joining him. Naked in the shower. She snapped herself out of it.

'Stop it,' She said angrily to herself. 'He's a student of yours. You can't think like you're a horny schoolgirl here. Be professional.'

She was still wet from the rain outside. She hadn't realised it in all the goings-on that evening. She looked at her watch. It was nearly half past five. Damn. Late home again. But she couldn't go home like this, she'd catch her death. She locked the office door, and turned around. She pulled her damp tracksuit top over her head, and threw it aside. It nearly landed in the empty waste paper basket by the door. Her black sports bra heaved as she drew a deep breath and stretched her arms above her head, trying to ease some of the tension from her muscles. She then knelt down to untie her shoelaces, and remove her shoes. They landed in a heap, and her socks and tracksuit bottoms soon followed. There were three lockers in the corner of the room, one for each of the P.E. Teachers. She opened the one on the right, and took out a towel. She threw it onto the back of the office chair. Normally, she'd have to do all this in the tiny shower room, but as everyone else had left early, it being Friday night, she was able to use the space in the office.

She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror on the inside of her locker door. It was full length, and she always liked to check herself out in a mirror. She'd always been athletic, and the smallest sign of fat on her body was a catalyst for some intense physical activity. She put her hands on her hips, and put her weight to one side. A curl of dark brown hair escaped from her pony tail, and down over her pretty, well,-balanced face. She tucked it behind her ear, and lifted her sports-bra over her head and tossed it onto her pile of clothes on the floor.

This was the one area of her body she'd like to improve: her breasts. They were small, which suited her athletic build, but she was by no means flat-chested. She had always suspected that they were the reason guys never seemed to notice her. They always seemed to go for her bigger-boobed friends, even though she thought of herself as the cutest of the group.

She reached up and held her breasts, one in each hand. She lifted them them up, pushed them together, absent-mindedly tweaked her nipples and let them go. Nothing she did could make them look bigger. She sighed, and in one swift movement pulled off her knickers.

She stood naked in front of the mirror. She looked at her bush, and decided she needed to give it a trim.

'Getting a bit wild there girly, sort yourself out,' she muttered to herself.

She turned around, and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her bum in the mirror. She ran her hands over it, and felt the smooth skin over the tight muscle underneath. She smiled.

'Perfect.'

She turned again and took one last glance at her naked body, and couldn't help but think back to Walking in on Dave, Mid-wank in this very room. She felt her clit tingle.

She grabbed her shower gel from her locker, slammed the door, and walked into the shower room and turned the water on. It was already warm so she hopped straight in.

She let the water cascade over her body for a few seconds before lathering up. She ran her hands over her hands over her arms, her shoulders and worked her way down her back. She began running her hands over the cheeks of her backside, and let her mind wander. She imagined Dave's hands running over her backside. She imagined his lips kissing her skin, softly, all over her body. She brought her hands up and caressed her breasts. She pinched her nipples, imagining Dave caressing them, kissing them, working his tongue around her areolae.

Her right slid down her stomach and found her clit. She rubbed it lightly, sending shivers down her spine. She rubbed it some more, harder now, faster. She massaged at her breasts, running her fingers over her soft soapy skin. Her shoulders rested against the back wall of the shower, and she slid down, until she was sitting, legs spread, on the tiled floor. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris almost out of breath. She leant her head back, and closed her eyes picturing the fresh face of her daydream-buddy buried between her thighs. She felt his breath on her most intimate place. She felt his tongue lapping greedily at her love-bud.

She reached down with her left hand, and slid her index finger into her sopping wet pussy. She moved it in and out, faster and faster. It was soon joined by her middle finger, and then her ring finger. She pounded at herself, still rubbing her clit as fast and as hard as she could until her orgasm hit her, and she jack-knifed, pushing her breasts up, and out towards a mouth, or a pair of hands, that she wished would come, but didn't arrive.

She panted, her breaths getting longer and longer, as her orgasm subsided. She licked her fingers on her left hand, one by one, and tweaked her nipples with her right. She then dropped them to her sides and stared out into her office.

After a while she looked down at herself, not believing what she had just done. At work, in a school, she had just fingered herself to an orgasm while thinking about one of her sixth formers. She pulled her knees up to her chest, rested her chin on them, closed her eyes, and felt the warm water pound at her skin.



Football Practice Ch. 03



Alice Beckett strode purposefully towards her car. She really needed to get out of here. Many things had happened this evening that shouldn't have, and she needed to leave them behind. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, going over everything, trying to find reason in it. She unlocked the car doors and threw her bag onto the back seat, not noticing the first few drops of water on her shoulders, as the rain started again. She slumped into the driver's seat, and sighed deeply. She slid her still damp hair out of her face and reached up to the rearview mirror. She studied herself in it, looked deep into her own eyes and chastised herself. She should have just let the kid have his shower. Told the caretaker to wait. She should have told Anna to come back the next day. She should feel embarrassed, she should feel ashamed. And she did, to a certain extent, but she couldn't help but smile when the muscular, eighteen year old's naked body swam into her imagination.

She readjusted the mirror, and turned the key in the ignition. The radio came on automatically, but she switched it off again, the noise becoming an unwelcome intrusion on her internal musing. She sighed again, shook her head, and backed out of her parking space.

Dave slumped against the bus stop signpost. He'd been here for going on half an hour now. Where was the bloody thing? He just wanted to get home, to curl up in bed, and wish the world away. He put his face in his hands, trying to banish the images burnt into his mind's eye. He looked up at the sky. The light was fading. He made his decision, turned, and trudged off into the night. His hamstring still ached, but thankfully his route, for now at least was downhill. Soon he was lost in his own little world, and didn't notice the return of the drizzle. At the bottom of the hill the bus, as if it had been waiting for the worst possible time barrelled past. It had caught some momentum travelling down the hill, and was going far too fast when it hit the puddle lying around a blocked drain, and caught Dave almost full in the face. He stopped, drenched from head to foot. Perfect. Just Perfect. He looked at the road ahead of him, and almost as if his body was revolting against him, lost all strength, and buckled to his knees. He managed to struggle over to someone's garden wall, and managed to lean his back against it. His head slumped forward, and he felt the cold water drip from his hair, and down his neck. He just didn't care any more.

Alice was startled out of her reverie by the first crack of thunder. She slowed her speed, noticing she was nearly ten miles an hour over the limit. The rain was beginning to hammer down now, and the first bolt of lightning soon followed. She slowed right down now, and if she hadn't she may have driven right by. The second flash of light brought her attention to a slumped figure at the side of the road. She pulled up to a halt. It was Dave. She undid her seat belt and ducked out into the rain.

'Dave!' She had to raise her voice, 'What are you doing?'

'Wha?' Dave looked up startled

'Come on, get in!' Before either of them knew what was happening, Alice was helping Dave to his feet, and guiding him towards her car. When they were safely inside she turned to him. He wouldn't return her gaze.

'You can't walk home in this, you'll catch your death.' She said, but got no response. Where do you live?'

Dave looked up and out of the windscreen. His mind suddenly snapped to attention.

'No, It's OK, I'll be fine.' He said quietly, and made to open the door.

Alice grabbed his arm softly.

'Nonsense. You're hurt, and it's mad out there. Where do you live?'

Dave stuttered some vague directions, and they set off. They drove in silence, until they pulled up at a set of traffic lights.

'This can't go on.' Alice said.

'Hmmn?' Dave grunted in quizzical response.

'I don't want to leave you hating me. Everything that happened tonight was an accident. I didn't mean to walk in on you like that. Either time. I tried to ignore it but clearly that's not going to work, I think we need to have it out in the open.'

'What?' Dave said, clearly worried.

'I didn't mean it like that,' Alice said, blushing, 'I meant we need to talk about it.'

'There's nothing to say.'

'I think there is. I don't think I said it before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I barged into the changing room. I'm sorry I made you use our shower. I'm sorry I came back into the office. I'm sorry Anna saw you. These are all things that didn't need to happen, but they did, and I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry I was, you know,' Dave trailed off. The light turned green, and they set off again.

'You've got nothing to be sorry about.'

'God this is so embarrassing.' Dave muttered as he put his face in his hands.

'You've got nothing to be embarrassed about.' Alice said matter-of-factly.

'I got caught naked, worse than that caught wanking! I don't know about you but I find that embarrassing.'

'You weren't doing anything unusual.'

'Really? Everyone plays with themselves on school property do they?'

Alice shifted uncomfortably.

'OK, maybe your choice of location was unusual,' Alice said, remembering her own episode in the exact same spot, 'but the act itself wasn't.'

Silence resumed. Despite everything, Alex actually felt better for having this chat. If it was kept quiet, then maybe, just maybe, he could forget it ever happened.

They drove in silence until they reached Dave's home.

'Take care.' Alice said as Dave climbed out.

'Thank you.'

Alice watched until Dave had gone inside, closed the door behind him, and an upstairs light went on.

Dave stripped off his wet uniform, and threw it into the hamper. No one else was home, so he strode, naked to the bathroom, and found a clean towel. He began to pat himself dry, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked at his reflection, and couldn't help but think back to the moment Miss Beckett had walked in on him. She hadn't seemed fazed by it, but the way she was talking in the car, had she liked what she'd seen? His cock twitched. More to the point, had he enjoyed it? He had clearly got excited, enough to warrant 'self-exploration' as his sex-ed teacher would have put it. He saw himself, naked in the changing room, and he saw Miss Beckett, staring, open-mouthed at his pale skin. Looking back, he couldn't even be sure if she had made eye-contact. He looked down at his now fully erect self, and smiled to himself.

Alice Beckett unlocked the door to her flat and trudged inside. She went to her kitchenette, and poured herself a glass of wine, before collapsing in front of the TV. She stared at the news, not really paying attention, her eyes focussed on the middle distance, her mind somewhere else. She slipped off her shoes, and her socks soon followed. No matter what she did, she couldn't get her mind off of the boy in her car. She had fought the urge all the way through the journey to throw herself on him, to take his innocence there and then. Now she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had. Was it hot in here or just her? She slipped off her sweatshirt, and her polo shirt got caught up in it, and came off too.

'Sod it.' She said to herself and tossed the pair onto the back of her chair. She sat, in her sweatpants and sports bra and stared into nothing.

Dave rubbed himself dry, and wandered back to his room, closing the door behind him. Could she really have enjoyed what she saw? How long had she been watching him wanking? The more he thought about it, the more his cock strained for some relief.

Alice awoke with a start. A banging noise from the upstairs apartment had woken her up, and she heard the familiar groans of the newly-wed couple just home from work. Did they have to do it on the living room floor? Couldn't they do it in a bed like everyone else? Well, she thought, everyone who had someone. It was at this point she realised her right hand was inside her underwear, resting on her sex. The noises from upstairs were getting louder.

'Ohhh God!' The woman screamed 'Yes! Yes!'

Almost by itself Alice's hand began moving up and down. She closed her eyes, and let herself go. With her free hand, she slid her trousers and knickers to her knees, and slouched back in her soft chair. She stretched out with her left hand, and scrabbled around, until it landed on the TV remote. . .

The weekend passed, with both Alice and Dave spending most of it in their respective bedrooms. Alice dragged herself out of bed, and into work. She went through the motions, and the kids were, thankfully, happy to get on with it without too much fuss. The last period rolled around, and a few sixth formers rolled in. Several had no lesson this period, and members of the sports teams tended to come and have a quick workout, or go for a swim in the pool for half an hour or so, rather than go to the library and study. She didn't have a class to teach, and was hoping to catch up on some paperwork, but no one was allowed to use the pool area without a teacher present, so she often volunteered to 'spot' for the sixth formers. It never did any harm to get on their good side.

Alice was in the office with Miss Wilkins and Mrs. Long, the other P.E. Teachers at the school. They both had the fifth formers this period, and with the continuing bad weather were going to combine the classes in the hall for some basketball.

When they left, Alice quickly slipped her swimming costume on. It was a dark green, functional one-piece. She usually only wore it when she was teaching, not 'spotting', but for some reason today she just felt like it.

Dave stood with his classmates, just outside the locker room, and after the fifth formers had filed out, went in. There were only four of them today, and they chatted loudly, as they changed. Each lad quickly slipped off their clothes, and slipped on the college issue dark green speedo trunks. They each wrapped a towel around themselves, and headed for the pool.

Miss Beckett was waiting for them as they entered. Wearing her one-piece, with track bottoms on over the top, clearly engrossed in her paperwork. The boys dumped their towels next to her, and dived into the pool. She couldn't help herself but sneak a glance at each of the boys' packages as they went past.

Dave was certain now that Miss Beckett had just caught a glance at his crotch. There was an unmistakable twitch in her eye as he went past. The only question now was, what to do about it. He jumped into the pool. His hamstring still ached slightly, but he thought that maybe some exercise in warm water would help it.

Soon after, a few sixth form girls joined them, again dumping their towels before jumping into the warm water. The constant splashing was the only sound that disturbed Miss Beckett, and she managed to get all caught up on her paperwork, and settled back to enjoy the view of four tight male backsides sliding up and down the pool.

Dave decided to hang out until the end, and talk to Miss Beckett alone. Sure enough, one by one, the other guys left to go and get changed again, but the girls just wouldn't go. Dave paused for breath, at one end, and surveyed the scene. One of the girls was Anna, from last week. He'd managed to avoid her all day, but here she was. She looked up as she reached the end he was at. She clung on and sidled over to him.

'Hey.' She said smiling.

'Hey.' He replied.

'I couldn't help but notice your dick last week.'

'Good for you.'

'It was. Thing is. . .' She paused looking around making sure that Miss Beckett wasn't in earshot, 'I wanna see it again. And so do the girls here. The other two had joined them by this point.

'No!'

'Yes you will, unless you want it all over school that you were wanking in Miss Beckett's room.' Said Anna calmly, as she trod water.

'The answer is still no.'

'OK.'

Dave was clinging on to the side of the pool, so wasn't ready for when Anna ducked under the water, and pulled his speedo to his knees.

Miss Beckett had noticed the congregation at the other end of the pool, and was on her feet, and walking over when this happened. Dave lost his grip on the side of the pool, as he tried to grab for his lost trunks. He surfaced, spluttering, somehow having lost his speedo completely in the scramble. H began treading water, looking around desperately for what he'd lost.

'Everyone out of the pool NOW!' Miss Beckett roared.

The girls dutifully complied, and looked back expectantly at Dave. Who looked around. The place was now deserted, save for him and the four young women.

'Come on, Dave.'

'But I've-'

'NOW!'

Dave swam over to the ladder, and pulled himself out. The girls creased up laughing. Miss Beckett didn't bat an eyelid, and turned on the three girls, anger in her eyes.

'You think this is funny do you?' She paused, as the girls gathered themselves, and feigned a sorrowful look.

'We're sorry Miss Beckett, we-'

'No you're not,' Miss Beckett interrupted, 'You planned this, and took advantage of him. If I took this to the head he'd suspend the three of you.

The girls looked genuinely concerned now.

Dave was standing behind Miss Beckett, stark naked, both hands over is genitals. He couldn't believe this was happening again.

'But,' Miss Beckett continued, 'I don't think that that would be a suitable punishment, although deserved.' She paused for a moment.

'Take off your costumes.'

The girls stood open-mouthed.

'Come on! You've all seen him naked, now it's his turn to see you. Or do you all want a suspension on your records?'

Slowly the first girl, a tall, skinny brunette slid the straps off her shoulders, before turning to the blonde next to her, pleading in her eyes. There was a pause, and together, the two girls slid their swimsuits off. They stood, in classic pose, one hand over the crotch, one arm over the chest. Dave still managed to get enough of a look to start his penis growing.

'And you Anna.' Miss Beckett said sternly.

'No.' Anna said defiantly, folding her arms across her chest.

'If you don't do as I say, all three of you will get a suspension. All or none.'

Anna remained silently defiant. The other two exchanged a glance. They weren't letting Anna do this to them, after they'd both stripped off. They darted behind Anna, and in one swift movement yanked the suit off her. It ripped down the middle, almost in two.

In that brief second, Dave had a full view of three naked girls. The tall brunette, with small firm breasts and a thin strip of dark pubic hair above a sweet, smooth slit. A shorter, but still slim blonde with full breasts and a bald crotch, exposing thick sweet lips, and Anna. Anna, a dumpy, but by no means unattractive girl,with huge breasts and a thick dark bush which revealed the truth behind the girl's blonde locks.

She shrieked, and all three quickly covered themselves

All three now stood, naked like Dave was, covering themselves as best they could with their hands.

'OK, I think that's sufficient,' Miss Beckett said satisfied, 'You can get dressed again. And if I hear one word of any of this again, you're all gone, do you understand me?'

The three girls nodded, slowly, and put their suits on, giving Dave another juicy flash. Well, two of them did. The other one picked up her rags, turned, and hurried off to pick up her towel before hurrying back to the changing rooms. Dave stared at her bare arse, until it wobbled out of sight.

Miss Beckett was looking at him now. He was still holding his hands in front of himself, but they could barely cover his throbbing erection.

'You can get your suit now. I don't think that's going to happen again.'



Football Practice Ch. 04



Dave stood dumbfounded. What the hell had just happened? He gathered himself, becoming aware again of his own nudity. He looked up at Miss Beckett, who was smiling, almost shyly, at him. He tore his mind's eye away from the three naked eighteen-year old bodies that had stood before him not sixty seconds earlier, and turned to the pool. He saw a small dark patch that must have been his trunks about halfway up the pool, resting at the bottom.

Dave turned and slid slowly into the pool. As he turned, Alice got a clear view of his arse. Muscular and toned, she couldn't help but stare at his pale buttocks, glistening wet. He had to use both hands on the edge of the pool, and turned as he dropped into the water. Alice got a quick, but unobstructed view of Dave's cock. She couldn't help but think it looked bigger than she remembered. Dave kicked off the wall, and swam to the middle of the pool, his bare backside kissing the surface of the water. He stopped, and trod water for a few seconds searching for his missing clothing. He took a deep breath, and dived beneath the surface. As he did, his arse broke the surface, and Alice, still staring realised she had stopped breathing. She took a deep breath as he disappeared from view, and gathered herself. All of a sudden she felt very hot. She fanned herself with her hand, and strode back towards her paperwork at the other end of the pool. She had just placed it all back in her bag as Dave clambered out of the pool. As he pulled himself up, he caught his still erect member on the edge of the pool, and it slapped against his stomach as it came free. Alice was staring again, she couldn't help it. Stark naked, Dave pulled himself out of the water and hurried to put his speedo on. He saw Miss Beckett openly staring at his dick, which only served to make his cock harder, if that was possible.

He slid his trunks over his arse and crotch, and his heart sank. The speedo did not do much to cover his erection. About half of his member still poked over the top of the waist band. Miss beckett bent down, and picked up the one remaining towel on the bench next to her, and walked slowly over to him.

'Here,' she said softly, 'I think you might need this.'

Dave took it, and wrapped it around himself.

'Thank you.' It was all he could say. He walked past her, and into the empty changing room.

Alice watched him leave, and sighed deeply as the final bell of the day rang. Students and teachers alike would be heading home. She still felt very hot, and slipped off her track bottoms and dived head first into the cool water. It felt good on her skin. She decided, that as she was here, she'd get a few laps in, and try to gain control of herself again.

Dave stood in the empty locker room, and patted himself dry. He tried to get the thoughts of the last little while out of his head, willing his erection to go down, but it just wouldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't lose his erection. He sat, naked again, on the bench in the middle of the room. He laid his towel over his knees, with a conspicuous tent in the middle, and buried his face in his hands.

Alice front-crawled her way through several laps, her mind racing. She could get in so much trouble for what she had done. She had forced three young girls to expose their naked bodies to another student. Sure, they had done the same to Dave, but no one would excuse her of this if anyone found out. She paused for breath at the edge of the pool, clinging on to the wet tiles. It was here, and now, she made her decision.

'In for a penny.' She muttered under her breath, and clambered out of the pool.

Dave sat like that for some time. He didn't know how long he sat there, and he didn't really care. He just ran the events over in his mind. Over and over again. He looked up suddenly as there was a knock on the door. He didn't answer. The door opened slowly, and Miss Beckett walked in. She was wearing her skin-tight one-piece, clinging to her wet skin. Her hair hung in dark rats-tails down her face. Dave looked her up and down. It occurred to him he'd never seen her legs before, they had always been hidden behind baggy track pants. He looked her up and down, and couldn't help but notice two sharp points on her chest, as her erect nipples strained to break free.

Wordlessly, she knelt in front of him, and took his face in her hands. Her face was now below his, and she leant up, planting her lips softly on his. Her mouth opened, and she slid her tongue out, forcing his lips apart. Her hands slid down, over his neck and his chest, and rested them on his knees. She broke free of the kiss, and looked deep into his eyes, searching for approval. She gripped the towel, and Dave paused, before nodding slowly.

Alice slid the towel off of Dave's knees, and his cock swayed into view. She took hold of it in her right hand, and began, slowly to run her hand up and down it's length. She gazed into Dave's eyes, and they kissed again. Dave recovered himself, and cupped her face in his hands, holding her face close to his, as she stroked him slowly, sensuously. He breathed deeply, drinking in her scent. She broke their embrace, letting go of his cock, and she stared hungrily at him, before engulfing him. She took most of his seven inches into her mouth, and began to lap hungrily, her tongue working hard, her soft lips caressing his skin. Dave stared down at his teacher, her head moving up and down in his lap. His gaze moved down her back to her backside, outlined in dark green material, that was beginning to ride up, exposing more skin. He stroked some strands of wet hair out of Miss Beckett's face, and they made eye contact once more. She smiled, or as much as she could with a mouth full of penis, and Dave smiled back.

She pulled away, and stood up, gesturing for Dave to do the same. He stood, and they embraced in a kiss again. Alice's placed her hands around him, and they worked their way down and grabbed his toned arse, and pulled him to her. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her flat stomach. Dave held one hand on Alice's cheek, the other hanging limply by his side. Alice took hold of it, her other hand still on his arse, and guided it around her back, sliding it under the material of her swim suit. She shuddered at his touch. She pulled away from the kiss and they stared into each other's eyes again.

Without looking away, she couldn't, Alice stood back and slowly reached up to her shoulder, and slid the strap off. It hung limply over her bicep, as she reached up and slid the other strap off. The wet nature of the material made it cling to her skin, as she slid her arms out. She beckoned to Dave with one finger, and he stepped forward into another kiss, their tongues wrestling each other for superiority. He grabbed her backside firmly in one hand, while reaching up with the other, and pulling gently at her costume. It stretched slightly, caught on her nipples, before it slid down to her waist. Dave kissed down her neck and took her right nipple in his mouth, kissing it, licking it, caressing it with his mouth. Alice held his head in both hands, running her fingers through his hair before directing him over to the other breast, and then up to face level again so she could kiss him again.

She knelt down, pulling Dave with her, until they lay together, on the wet floor of the locker room, locked in an embrace. They rolled over until Alice was on top. She pushed herself up to her knees, astride the young man, and stared down at his lean form, and her chest heaved. She reached down, and slid the material of her suit aside, exposing her sex to the teenager. She leant backwards and took his cock in her hand again, stroking it gently, before manoeuvring herself over it and sliding down. She was as wet as she had ever been, and his dick slid in easily. She placed her hands on his chest, and began to rock backwards and forwards, slowly at first but building speed. Dave placed his hands on her hips, and stared up at the vision above him. Her eyes closed, hair framing her pretty face and her breasts pushed together by her biceps, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His hands slid over her arse, caressing it pushing her deeper onto him her breathing got sharper and she leant back. She gasped out loud, and grabbed his scrotum with her left hand, caressing, kneading his balls, while with the other stroking her clit. She stopped rocking and began to bounce up and down on Dave's length.

'I'm gonna cum,' Dave grunted, through his teeth, embarrassed at how quickly it had happened. 

'Me too,' Alice squealed in a high-pitched voice, 'Oh GOD!' She yelled, before she leant down and kissed Dave deeply, tongues entwined, as together, they exploded.

Dave felt the Alice's tight pussy contract around him as he pumped his semen into her. She kept riding him, slower and slower, milking is cock with her vaginal muscles, her body shaking, as they continued to kiss.

Eventually, she slid off of his softening dick, and they laid together, arms around each other, holding each other on the cold floor. Breathing deeply, they stared into each others eyes, smiling. It occurred to Alice now that there would be repercussions for this. But not yet.