5 comments/ 67902 views/ 9 favorites Motivation Ch. 01 By: techsan Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Signore Calcio for his story suggestion and editing to make this a better story. John Kettering was disappointed and puzzled. Maybe most of all, he was frustrated. Being the head football coach at a small high school in football crazy Texas was at best not an easy job. It didn't matter how many kids the school had enrolled – or not – the locals expected the football team to be a winner. This, in spite of the fact that the school's team had not finished better than 5-5 in the last dozen years. John had been the head coach at Graham High School for the last four years. Every year so far their record had improved but they had always missed out on the playoffs. Someone in their district had always been just a little bit better. Even so the school's stadium, which seated 7,437, was sold out for every game; if the opposition didn't sell their allotment of tickets, Graham HS always had a waiting list. They even sold standing room only tickets for places against the chain link fence that circled the track around the field. That meant that more than three-quarters of the town's population was in the stadium for home games. High school football fans in Texas really were fanatics. This year John had been planning, scheming, studying ways to make sure that this was their year. He had a group of seven boys returning for their senior year, every one of them an 18 year old by the time practice started in August. For a school the size of Graham, that was a pot of gold, a passel of talent to call upon. John just had to make sure that he used that talent well. The squad would have a final number somewhere around 35 to 40 boys, although at least 12 to 18 of them would have no hope at all of getting into any games this year. They were freshman and sophomores who needed lots of development before they were game-ready. He would depend on the core of seniors to lead a promising group of juniors and a few excellent sophomores who were ready to contribute. Now with August winding down and school having started just three days ago, he was worried. For some reason he couldn't fathom, his seniors seemed to be sleep-walking through the plays during practice. They were doing an adequate job – just adequate, not outstanding as they should be at this point in the season. John and his assistants had talked about the situation and discussed every possible solution they could think of but nothing worked. The guys just seemed to want to get it over, not put out the effort to win. Now John was about to the point of pulling out his hair. John had even talked about the situation with his wife, Mary Beth. He respected her opinion especially when it came to sporting activities because she had been a Physical Education teacher at Graham for nine of her 31 years, ever since she had graduated from the University of Texas as an All-America in basketball and a four year starter on the women's nationally ranked softball team. While Mary Beth didn't have any panacea for the situation, she suspected that it was all a matter of motivation for the boys. After all, they were all from the farming communities of the surrounding area and she had guessed that the reality of their situation had begun to settle in. The average boy who graduated from Graham High School went no further with his education. Instead he joined the family farming business and worked from "can" to "can't" as the farmers said, usually from sunup to sundown almost every day. For those who would be working on a dairy farm, there were no days off – ever. The Ketterings had been discussing the boys' lack of interest for the last couple of weeks every chance they got. Mary Beth had a fleeting thought about something that might motivate the boys but then pushed it to the back of her mind as she headed to work that Wednesday. She always drove her car rather than riding with John because, during the football season, he always stayed late to view films and scouting reports. She had a full slate of five girls' PE classes to handle every day, but then liked to get home in time to have dinner ready for John when he came in. When she arrived at school, she went to the office first to check her mail slot for any notes. There was one saying the Jolene Watkins would miss the fourth period PE class for illness. There were two catalogs from sports equipment suppliers who wanted to get her to purchase their products. There was a copied flyer from the girls' basketball coach at Brownwood inquiring about interest in a tournament in their facility in January. Then there was a "while you were out" note from the secretary telling Mary Beth that Mr. Kennedy, the principal, wanted to see her during her third period break; the note didn't say what it was about. The first two classes were routine and since she had another class fourth period, Mary Beth didn't bother to change out of her gym uniform when she went to the principal's office. She had worn a white knit shirt with a deep V-shaped opening in the front. She knew it showed a lot of her 36D cup breasts, and she insured that she bought bras that would only cover the necessities. She was proud of the deep valley between them and didn't see a need to cover it up. She also wore a pair of white denim shorts that were tight enough to require a few minutes work pulling them on or getting them off. Her muscular legs filled the leg openings on the shorts. She wore white tennis shoes that she kept sparkling clean and white bobby socks. She finished her ensemble by tying her long dish-water blonde hair in the back with a blue and white ribbon, the school colors. As Mary Beth walked the halls between classes dodging the crowds of students, she was aware that she drew the stares of the young men all along the hall. Occasionally there would even be a wolf whistle but she never turned to acknowledge those. Secretly she was thrilled that she could elicit such responses from the young men. She even "saw" some of them as her lover by closing her eyes when she and John were in the throes of passion, pondering what it would be like to sample the throbbing probes of the younger men. She sighed as she opened the outer door to the office. Mr. Kennedy spotted her in the hubbub of the office and signaled her into his private sanctuary. After he closed the door, the noise lessened noteably. "Uh ... thank you for coming down, Mrs. Kettering. We have a little problem with scheduling and I've taken the liberty of implementing a solution. I don't know if you've heard by the grapevine yet but Mr. Sanders was diagnosed with congenital heart failure yesterday. He's going to be out for at least six to eight weeks, maybe more. Right now the only substitutes on our availability list are already working. I checked around the nearby schools but no one has anyone so we're going to have to make do with what we have. That means I have five boys' PE classes to cover. Mr. Pennington will give me most of his assistant principal's duties for now and he will cover the first, second and third period boys' PE. Mr. Abbott and Mr. Dent will split fourth period. That leaves us only with fifth period, which as you know is the senior boys football players' class. It is a small class – only seven boys in it. If I could impose on you to take that class, I can get Miss Jenkins to handle your girls' class." "I know it can be a pain for a woman to handle a boys' class but I thought you might be up to it, since you're also the coach's wife. Can you help us out?" "Well ... that sounds like a challenge, Mr. Kennedy. Yes, I'm willing to do that. Do we start today?" "Yes, please. I'll take care of having Miss Jenkins there for the girls if you'll meet the boys. They always meet their teacher in the locker room for assignments before the class so you can start there. Okay?" "Yes, sir." "Thank you, Mrs. Kettering. I know you'll do a good job." Mary Beth went to the teachers' lounge for the remainder of her off period. She had just 24 minutes left to put her thoughts together and come up with a lesson plan. Since school was just getting started, she figured she had a free hand in scheduling activities for the boys. She decided that it was time for her to take a hand at motivating these seven seniors and helping John out with his problem. Fourth period she divided the girls into teams and set up a round robin volleyball tournament which would last into the following week. After the first round, she sent them to the showers in time to get ready for their next class. John Kettering finished his fourth period American History class by giving out the next assignment just as the bell rang. He gathered everything he would need at home that evening to prepare for the next day and headed to the school's gymnasium. Normally he would go to the football coaches' offices, located off the training room at the far end of the gym, and do any last minute preparation, like play diagramming, and be ready for the start of football practice as soon as sixth period began. It always took the players several minutes into the period to get dressed and out onto the practice field but the head coach had the advantage of an extra 55 minutes prep time. Today, however, John decided on a little detour. He would drop by the PE teachers' offices and tell Mary Beth that he was going to take her to dinner that evening after practice. She had been working hard, both at school and at home, and deserved a little break. John dropped his book bag at the entrance to the boys' dressing room and decided to go into the restroom area and take a leak before he looked up his wife. John was standing in front of one of the urinals "shaking the dew off his lily" when he realized he was listening to the voice of his wife drifting through one of the air ducts in the ceiling. He stopped humming whatever that mindless tune was that had been bugging him all day and listened to Mary Beth, who obviously was talking to someone. "By now, you've probably all heard that Mr. Sanders is sick and will not be able to return to school for several weeks. Mr. Kettering has asked me to take over this class until other arrangements can be made. That may be a few days or it may be several weeks. However long it takes, I intend to run this class my way and you will follow my instructions or you will be out of here. By the way, if you get tossed out of this class, you will also be off the football team for the rest of the season. Do I make myself clear?" There was a startled chorus of assent from the seven boys and their heads jerked up from where they had been staring at the floor to look at the voluptuous woman standing before them. Mary Beth began to pace along the bench in front of the boys. "Now, Coach Kettering has made me aware that the seven of you are not pulling your weight on the football team. You guys are the seniors on the team. You are expected to be the leaders. However, it seems that you can't get motivated enough to do your jobs. Why is that?" There was no answer, just a slight shaking of their heads. The boys all had solemn looks on their faces as if they were facing a firing squad with no way out. "What would it take to motivate you to do you job better, Kevin? Jason? Tommy? Come on, Paul, tell me. What would it take, William? Leslie? Gary?" There was silence for several seconds and then one of the voices squeaked, "Sex." The other guys turned to the speaker as if he had just said, "Fire!" to the guys holding the rifles. It wasn't like the guys didn't talk about sex every day at lunch in the cafeteria. In fact that was often the only topic of conversation. They talked about what it would be like to have sex with every girl in school, even the ones they considered to be fat and ugly, and the female teachers did not escape their attention – or imaginations – either. Certainly Mary Beth Kettering was often a topic of their fantasies. Every one of these boys had secretly undressed her and fucked her until she cried uncle ... in their minds. But to admit that to someone so untouchable as the coach's wife was unforgivably embarrassing. "Okay, I heard that. So you like sex, huh? Do you get as much as you want?" She looked from one to another but the boys just silently shook their heads. Mary Beth also knew that the boys were in the habit of following her movements when she went about her job and they were in the area. Although she would never tell them, she enjoyed their attention. Well, maybe she would tell them. Swiftly she pulled her knit shirt over her head and dropped it on the bench. She had the boys' attention now. Putting both hands behind her back, she popped open the hooks holding her bra and let it fall to the floor. She rubbed her big tits, knowing from the boys expressions that they wanted to be all over her. "So would these babies motivate you to do your jobs? Do you like these?" Each one of the boys nodded like an eager little puppy. Mary Beth almost laughed – she had them eating out of her hand. "So what would it take to get you guys to play football the way you know you can? What would it take to get you to work as hard as you're capable? Would it be this?" Her hands dropped to her waistband and began unfastening her shorts. She watched them almost drooling as they watched her fingers shove the tight shorts down her luscious legs until she kicked them off. Like a stripper, she toyed with her little white lacy panties. She turned around and bent over, letting the boys see her magnificent round ass and, when she spread her legs, the puffy pussy lips between them. She moved closer, almost touching the salivating boys. "Do you want some of this, boys? What would you do for some of this? Would you be willing to play as hard as you can?" There was another chorus of assent, stronger than before. They would do anything for what she was offering – run down opposing backs, hit the line, run through brick walls even. "Okay, boys, here's the deal. I'm going to take you at your word today. You are all going to get a sample. If I hear good things about you tonight, tomorrow's class will all be more of the same. Every day that you play as hard as you can, you get me as a reward the next school day. If I ever hear that you don't put out as much effort as you can, you get no more of me. Is that understood?" The boys all nodded eagerly. "Okay, take off your shorts. We'll have to do this in shifts. You four," she pointed to Kevin, Jason, Tommy and Paul, "come here." Mary Beth lay down along an empty bench. She motioned Tommy to straddle the bench and he got the idea. His raging hard-on easily slipped into Mary Beth's wet snatch. She had Kevin straddle the bench at her head; he knew where his cock was going. The other two were deployed to each side and a hand on each boy provided their reward. Two of the remaining spectators found room to kneel beside her and suck on her big tits. At the sound of her voice, John had looked for a vantage point to see what was happening. He found it in a return air duct high in the tiled wall. He found a metal and wood chair that let him get high enough to see through the slats of the air duct. At first he had been shocked by his wife's actions. He knew that the boys of the school coveted his wife's curvy body and that made him proud that she was his wife. That she would actually offer her delights to these boys was not something he had contemplated. Jealousy crept into his mind – only to be pushed aside by lust. The more he watched the boys fucking and fondling his wife, the hornier he got. His cock was nearly bursting the front of his pants to the point that it became painful and he quietly unzipped his pants. Taking his cock in hand, he began to slowly stroke his member as he watched his wife servicing the young men. When the first group began to break up, he knew she had swallowed a load of cum from Kevin, had received a load in her pussy from Tommy and Jason and Paul had both spurted their loads on her face and tits. He was disappointed when she got up, thinking that she was abandoning the other three. However she came back with a little dispenser of lubricant. Mary Beth had Gary lie on the bench this time and she sat on his cock. She slathered some of the lube on William's member and told him to push it into her ass slowly. When he was deep inside her, she took Leslie's penis in her mouth and began sucking while the other two fucked her. By then John's cock was as hard as it had ever been and his balls ached with desire. He stroked himself rapidly until he splattered a very large and satisfying load against the tile wall. Checking the time, he hastily cleaned up, zipped up, put the chair away and hurried to his office. Wednesday evening, Mary Beth was just pulling baked pork chops from the oven when John walked in and kissed her. As soon as he had put down his book bag and washed up, they sat down to eat. "How did practice go today, hon?" "Great! You would not believe the difference in the guys today. They finally caught the bug. They were hitting and tackling harder than they have all season. I couldn't believe the difference. And then they got on the younger ones for not giving it everything they had. Before practice was over, everyone was really popping leather. It was awesome." "Wow! That's great. Looks like your talks finally got to them." "I sure hope so. We've got to be ready for Lampasas Friday. It's going to be a tough game." "I know, sugar. But I think you'll be ready. You've worked hard to get here." Mary Beth told John about Mr. Kennedy changing her schedule so she could cover the PE class for the senior footballers. She also told him about how all the other teachers had shifted their schedules to make sure all classes were covered. "I know it's very unusual for a woman to be assigned to teach a boys PE class but I think I can handle it." "Me too, babe. In fact I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job. Just do what you think you need to with them. Right now I think they are being very cooperative. I hope it will stay that way." "Yeah, I do too. After all they're pretty good kids." "You're right there, sweetie. Maybe it was just a case of hormones gone wild or something." "Hey, babe?" Mary Beth asked quietly. "Yeah?" "I'm feeling really horny tonight. Any chance we could go to bed a little early?" "You bet, sugar. Let me take a quick run through tomorrow's lesson plan, okay?" "Sure, honey. You do that while I clear the dishes." Less than an hour later, they were naked in their big bed and Mary Beth was intent on licking every square inch of John's skin apparently. She had started with his face, worked down his neck and across his broad shoulders, down his chest and stomach, skipped his crotch to suck his toes and then lick back up both legs, where she settled on his raging erection. John had his eyes closed and was envisioning his beautiful wife with the seven young cocks, knowing that she fully intended to fuck and suck every one of them for the foreseeable future. For some reason, he really couldn't understand it and didn't spend too much time analyzing his feelings. He just knew he was totally turned on by thinking about his wife being screwed by all those virile young men. Mary Beth was having unusual feelings also. She had always thought that she and John had a good sex life. They fucked three times a week almost without fail, unless something very unusual upset their schedule, most often on Mondays, Thursdays and Saturdays. John almost always made her cum, usually a couple of times. He was not bashful about eating her pussy and he was a good stud when it came to fucking her. She'd never had any complaints about the way he took care of her. That's why she didn't mind taking care of him regularly also. He was a considerate lover. Motivation Ch. 01 In reflection, she didn't know why she had screwed the seven seniors. She didn't need the sex. But she did want it. And having had it, she wanted it even more. Maybe her feelings now were the result of guilt but she didn't think so. She thought that the idea of being the center of attention of all those hard cocks just made her much hornier than she usually was. Whatever the reason, she couldn't get enough of John. After several minutes of sucking his cock and licking his balls, Mary Beth climbed up on his big tower and lowered herself around it, loving the feeling of having him inside her. She began to rock from side to side, causing his hard member to rub the walls of her vagina, a feeling she gave herself over to because it made her feel so very close to her husband. Gradually she shifted to a back and forth movement, letting his big cock touch different parts of her inner workings. She leaned forward to kiss him and that just seemed to naturally lead to her moving forward and back, causing his cock to retract from her pussy and then push back inside. Mary Beth loved the plethora of sensations that fucking her husband caused. It was similar to sensations that the younger men had caused earlier that day but it was different too. They had been anxious, in a hurry; John had all the patience in the world. Mary Beth's orgasm seemed to surprise her, coming in a rush like the explosion of a Roman candle, over and over and over again. And when it was over, she felt just as spent as the tube that had held the pretty flaming balls. Her muscles turned into jelly, unable to obey her commands. It didn't matter to John, though. With a handful of each of her lush buttocks, he began to slide her up and down his body, moving her pussy along the shaft of his cock. By the time the adrenaline burn had passed, Mary Beth was already horny again and loving the attention John was providing. A minute, five minutes, ten minutes and fifteen passed while John tirelessly moved her body on top of his. He loved the feeling of her hot breath on the crook of his neck. He loved the feeling of her soft smooth tits mashed against his hairy chest. Most of all he loved the tightness of her hot slick pussy around the heat of his manhood. He just loved her for being who she was. And, in the throes of passion, he admitted that he loved her no less for what she had done that afternoon. That had nothing to do with love. John felt Mary Beth's approaching orgasm but she seemed surprised by it when it washed over her. After it passed and Mary Beth was again relaxed, John carefully rolled them over and settled into her saddle, where he began to minister to her pussy from above. It took him another twenty minutes of careful work to send his wife over the brink again but then just a few seconds of hard fast thrusting to achieve his own release. He curled up with Mary Beth in his arms, thinking that it had been a good night. He was nearly asleep when he realized that she had her hands around his cock and balls and was manipulating them as if she meant to get him hard again. And it worked. It took a while but she achieved her goal. Then she pulled a tube of KY Jelly from under her pillow and covered John's probe, telling him that she wanted him to fuck her ass. That was a reward John didn't get often so he was delighted to oblige her. When she was ready, Mary Beth turned over on her stomach. Keeping her face on the mattress, she pulled her knees up, feet spread apart, until her ass was in the air. John took it from there, knee-walking between her legs until his spear was at her entrance. Carefully he pushed forward but she didn't even wince. She was ready for him and loved every second of it. John was slow and gentle and his hands tenderly covered her body, lingering at her hips, then at her sensitive breasts and finally fluttering around her mound like a butterfly until she came like a rocket. Only then did John bang her ass hard and fast until he shot another load into her bowels. When she could get up, Mary Beth padded to the bathroom and came back with washcloths and lovingly cleaned her hubby's cock. Then she curled up in his arms and went to sleep, secure in their love. Thursday seemed to pass so slowly for Mary Beth, who couldn't wait for fifth period. When it finally arrived, she met the seven young men in the locker room. "I heard only good things about you seven last night. It sounds like you had a great practice. Why is that?" "Well ... I think it was because we had a great incentive," replied Leslie. "Oh, really? And do you think you deserve another reward?" There was an enthusiastic chorus of yeses. Mary Beth smiled broadly and began to remove her clothes. She stipulated that, because their time was short, no one would repeat the same activities until everyone had tried each possibility. The boys readily agreed that was fair. Mary Beth had figured out that if she sat on one cock and lay back, allowed another in her pussy and one in her mouth, with one in each hand and a mouth sucking each tit, all seven of the boys would be active at the same time so that nobody was left out. As soon as the three in her orifices came though, everyone changed positions. When the last one to enter her buried his cock in her pussy, she urged him to fuck her hard and fast, before the bell rang, so they could quickly shower and dress before the next class arrived. John was nearly caught when one of the boys came into the restroom area to take a leak. He managed to take the chair and hide but didn't have time to clean his cum off the tile wall. Friday night the team was ready for the larger Lampasas school and took them to the cleaners, 34-14. Needless to say John was ecstatic that night, especially happy with the play of his senior leaders. For the third consecutive night, sex with Mary Beth was out of this world. He couldn't have been happier. John didn't complain when they didn't fuck Saturday or Sunday. After all he had gotten more than he usually did that week. Monday morning, Mary Beth could not wait for the day to move along. When fifth period finally arrived, she was wet and ready for the boys. She couldn't believe how many times they made her cum, even though she did have to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy several times. It just wouldn't do to have her screams heard all around the gymnasium. That evening John was full of excitement over their first road trip of the season. The team would be traveling to Coleman by bus early Friday afternoon and the coaches had a game plan they were really pleased with. Mary Beth was happy for him but couldn't wait to get him in bed. Spectacular sex between them had become the norm and she loved every evening. It seemed like the days when she fucked the boys earlier she was horniest when John got home. She couldn't wait to jump his bones ... or at least his boner. Friday John rode the bus with his team and the other coaches. Another bus with the band and cheerleaders followed behind. They were greeted by the Coleman fans with polite jeers. Mary Beth car pooled with a group of other teachers, joining a long caravan of Graham rooters. They had sold out their allotment of tickets early and fans hoped to buy tickets at the gate but Coleman, which had also won its first game, sold out their sections too. Fans were allowed to stand outside the end zone fences, which was better than nothing, especially when Graham won, 41-7. The third week was another home game against Gainesville. With their incentive still in place, the seniors led the team to a 38-21 victory. The town had gotten caught up in football fever again, and hopes were high since the team was still undefeated. John decided he was the happiest man alive, with a great job and a fantastic wife; he had absolutely no complaints. The fourth week was another road trip, this time to perennial powerhouse, Breckenridge. It was customary for smaller schools to schedule one or two non-conference games against teams one classification above them and that's what the Breckenridge game was for Graham. If the higher class team won, nobody thought anything about it – that was expected; it didn't even detract from the smaller school's record. If the lower classification team won, it was a feather in their cap and the playoff selection committee would give great weight to that event while the higher class school would suffer greatly. Graham had never beaten Breckenridge. Friday at fifth period, Mary Beth treated the seven 18 year olds to the best sex she could give them. It wasn't that she had saved anything back to share with them but she spent long minutes kissing each one and telling him how much she loved having him fuck her. When the boys stepped on the bus, they each felt as if they were ten feet tall. It was a tough game though. The Breckenridge lines, both offensive and defensive, outweighed Graham by an average of 33 pounds. You could tell it was getting the Graham players down, trying to move the much larger boys. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, with Breckenridge leading 14-7 and moving the ball, Leslie told John that he had to put the seven seniors in the rest of the game, offense and defense, if he wanted to win. After another big first down play by Breckenridge, John called timeout and put the rest of the seniors in the game, resting the worn-down sophomores and two juniors. Breckenridge still managed two more first downs before Graham stiffened and held and a field goal attempt fell short. With the ball at their 34 and 4:14 left on the clock, Graham took over. They began to grind out yardage, pushing the bigger men enough to open some holes in the line. Dramatically William scored from the three yard line with 0:03 on the clock. Trailing by one, John elected to use a play they had never used in a game. Jason took the ball under center and dove over the left guard but was stopped at the one. Only Jason didn't actually have the ball. William had taken a direct snap from center, between Jason's legs, and rolled around right end for the two point conversion and a 15-14 win. John's euphoria, once he got home to his loving wife, kept him hard into the wee hours of the morning. They lost track of who came how often but the "getting there" was spectacular. That was the fifth day in a row for John and Mary Beth to fuck, and that was the third week in a row where they had screwed every night after she had serviced the seven seniors. John wasn't concerned at all that they had not had sex on any of the three weekends – by then he needed the rest. Monday morning, Mary Beth found another note to see Mr. Kennedy. At third period, she walked down to the office, reveling in but not acknowledging the lusty glances from the boys. Mr. Kennedy waved her into his office. "I wanted to talk to you about the PE class. It appears that Mr. Sanders will not be back this semester and maybe not all year. Are you still okay with the senior boys' class or do we need to do something else?" "Well, I think we're getting along just fine. I have a plan for them and they are following it very well. As long as you don't see any problem with it, I'd like to keep on." "Oh, believe me, I don't see any problems. Those boys are doing better in school this semester than they ever have before. I don't know what has made the difference but I like it. If you're okay, we won't rock the boat. Okay?" "Yes, sir. I'm all set." "Good. I have to say that I'm really pleased with the work John is doing too. We're really fortunate to have you two teaching here. Thanks again for your help." He offered a handshake when she rose to leave. Mary Beth thought, "If he only knew." The team's fifth game was another away game, this time at Vernon. They were having a rough year and Graham won 56-9. The sixth game was at home against Childress, another win at 24-14. By then the town was fully engulfed in football fever. Everywhere John went, people recognized him and treated him like a friend. The weekly Boosters Club meetings had become more and more cordial as the parents jumped on the bandwagon of a winner. John wondered if the dads of the seven seniors would be just as cordial if they knew about the activities between their sons and his wife. Although John didn't go watch every day, he knew that they were still fucking every school day because Mary Beth was still super horny every evening when he got home. They had fucked multiple times every weekday evening since the first episode. The boys' effort had never let down since that first time. The seventh game, against Stephenville, was the homecoming game. Amid all the hype and decorations, Mary Beth continued to screw the seven senior boys every day and took pride in the way they threw themselves into football, both practice and the games. On Friday night, Graham handily won the big game, 35-0. On Monday morning, Graham was rated in second place in their classification for the entire state. The next game was at Mineral Wells where Graham rolled to a 27-6 win. The following week, little Seymour was over-matched and succumbed 55-3 in spite of the sophomores and juniors and even some freshman playing most of the game while the seniors got some "pine time" - riding the bench to keep from running up the score. The last scheduled game was against Weatherford at home. Every day that week, Mary Beth talked to the boys about not letting down their effort. They certainly didn't when it came to screwing her. Everybody knew that this would be a tough game and it was, but Graham squeaked out a 21-20 victory with another super effort. The team – and the town – went wild after having an undefeated regular season. There was little doubt that they would make the state playoffs. That night, as they celebrated in their bed, Mary Beth rested on top of John after a very satisfying ride. She seemed very pensive and finally said, "Honey, I've got a confession to make." "No, you don't." "What?" "Honey, I know what you've been doing with the boys." "You do?" "Yes. I watched every day when your first started." "You did?" "Yeah." "And you didn't stop it." "Hell, no, baby! I loved it." "Oh? You liked watching me get fucked?" "Yes. It is very hot." "So you don't mind?" "No, baby. I love you and I love what you do for me when you get home." "You're sure you're not mad at me?" "No, honey. As long as you're happy, so am I." Four more weeks, four more games, four more wins and Graham had their first ever state championship. The seven senior leaders where doing great, both in football and in academics. Why not? They had the greatest incentive in the world. Mary Beth was delighted to continue fucking the hard dicks of the seven insatiable seniors. She also continued to give her husband the best sex he'd ever had, five nights a week, every week of the season. The town had gone absolutely bonkers over the football team. The first playoff game was in Fort Worth against Hillsboro. The whole town closed up at four Friday afternoon and caravanned to Amon Carter Stadium. The two little towns didn't fill it but that was just because there were more seats in the stadium than combined population of the two towns. Graham won a hard-fought game 14-7 which kept fans on both sides on the edge of their seats all night long. The caravan back to Graham was one long celebration. Monday afternoon, Mary Beth fucked all seven seniors and told them repeatedly how proud she was of them. That night she fucked John with even more enthusiasm. Each weekday, she took care of her "obligations" to the young men and the "benefits" she owed her husband. She even wondered if she had become a nymphomaniac – she really loved the sexual arrangements she had. The following Friday, the town again closed up early and convoyed to Abilene, where they were to play Seminole in the quarterfinals in the college stadium. From a 14-0 deficit, Graham rallied to win 28-14 and the trip home was another screaming celebration. The semi-final game the next Friday was in Waco on the campus of Baylor University against Livingston High School. The game was popular enough to draw more than a smattering of locals that helped swell the total gate by several thousand people. Nerves seemed to beset the Livingston team early and Graham raced to a 37-17 victory. It was so late by the time they got home, John assumed that they would not have sex that night. Wrong! Mary Beth was so horny, she rode him until the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the coming sunrise. The finals that year were held in the Cotton Bowl in Dallas. Graham was matched against Rockdale, a school that had won the state championship four times in their past and been in the finals three other times. They definitely had tradition on their side. With John's approval, Mary Beth asked the seniors to drop by their house each night that week after practice. In addition to her attentions during fifth period at school, she gave them special attention in their big bed, sucking the boys off, letting them fuck her pussy or her ass or both, until they were satisfied. John watched most of their activities and urged the boys on. Once they had left, John and Mary Beth had dinner and then retired back to the bed for their own fun and games. By Friday afternoon, the Ketterings were sure the seniors were ready to put out their best effort yet. Rockdale came into the game confident, knowing they would win over such an upstart school. The game wasn't pretty, filled with fumbles, interceptions and penalties – mostly against Rockdale. When the air cleared, Graham marched off with a 35-13 victory and the state championship in class 3A. With football season over and the town basking in the afterglow of the championship year, Mary Beth met the seven seniors in their fifth period PE class. She knew from the looks on their faces that they were worried about losing their incentive. However she wasn't ready to stop their fun either so she had already decided to continue screwing the boys if they kept up their good efforts in academics. Fifth period became known, privately, as fuck period. In December, Mr. Kennedy notified Mary Beth that Mr. Sanders would be back at the start of January. She was clearly distraught when John got home, knowing that her fucking sessions with the boys was near an end. She had climbed on top of John's throbbing member and was hoisting herself up and down his petard when he grabbed her hips and held her so she couldn't move. "Listen, I've got an idea. All seniors have to take my AmHist class in their last semester to graduate. Even though they might be scattered among the various periods, I could set up "tutoring" classes for them in the evenings to insure that they get passing grades. What do you think?" "Yeah, but if you're tutoring them, what does that do for me?" "Don't you get it, sugar? Those boys don't need tutoring. They need your incentive. They make excellent grades if they know they're going to get to fuck you regularly. You can take the boys up to bed whenever they're here. Then I get my time after they leave. Will that work?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sloppily. "I love you, baby. I'll do anything you want me to. That's all the motivation I need." The End