Olivia shouted, "Maci! Wait for me!"

Olivia, with her dark brown hair swaying rhythmically as she ran, her athletic body clad in her volleyball uniform, sprinted through the college hallways. Her tanned, strong legs devoured the ground, and her prominent, bubbly rear, highlighted by her volleyball shorts, drew eyes even in their haste.

Maci responded without almost turning back, "We're late, Liv, the coach will make us do push-ups again."

They kept going until they reached the gym, nearly knocking over two classmates in their path.

The two girls arrived out of breath in the gym where Coach Tyler was already giving instructions. They wanted to approach, but he signaled for them to stay by the entrance for the moment. Coach Tyler was an imposing figure at six feet tall and 200 pounds, with dirty blonde hair now showing streaks of gray that spoke to his years of experience. His face, usually clean-shaven at the start of the week, now sported a five o'clock shadow, giving him a mature, rugged look. He wore his customary khaki cargo shorts and a t-shirt, topped with a matching hat, which made him look both casual and authoritative. After finishing his speech, he clapped his hands and all members of the women's volleyball team got into position for the first exercise.

He then walked over to the two latecomers, looking slightly stern. "Olivia. Maci. You are LATE again."

Maci lowered her head slightly, blushing, "Sorry, Coach."

In contrast, Olivia gave him a big, almost flirtatious smile. "Sorry, Coach."

"How did these two end up being friends? They are so different..." the Coach thought to himself.

"Twenty push-ups," declared the coach.

"Yes, Sir. Anything you want, Sir," Olivia continued with a broad smile, her tone deliberately teasing.

Coach Tyler rolled his eyes to show his exasperation, although, subconsciously, this provoked a slight thrill that he immediately tried to dismiss. The two girls got into position and started doing them.

He couldn't help but watch them for a few seconds. Their volleyball outfits, tight black shorts that highlighted every curve, along with black jerseys with red letters and numbers, and white trim, showcased their athletic bodies. Olivia's tanned, muscular legs and Maci's ample chest, which was impossible to conceal even under the jersey, were particularly striking.

Coach Tyler shook his head, "You need to stop fantasizing about your students, it'll get you into trouble," he thought before joining the rest of the team to oversee the practice.

After an intense hour of practice where the team members gave it their all, Olivia took a bad fall and cried out in pain, clutching her ankle. Coach Tyler rushed over to her, "Everything okay, Olivia?"

"It hurts, I think I've sprained my ankle, Coach," Olivia grimaced.

Coach turned to the assistant coach, "Can you go get the athletic trainer?"

He replied instantly, "He just left, there's a football player who apparently got a pretty serious injury."

The coach helped her up by wrapping his arm around her shoulder, then turned to the assistant coach and other players, "Alright, keep practicing for the remaining time. I'm going to take care of Olivia's injury."

A few moments later, Olivia and Coach Tyler were in his office. She was sitting on a chair, and the coach, crouched in front of her, was gently manipulating her ankle, his expert fingers carefully probing the tender area to assess the extent of the injury. The pain had already subsided quite a bit, Olivia didn't mention it and even played it up a little to keep feeling his strong hands on her leg, manipulating her ankle.

"Does it still hurt, Olivia?" asked the coach.

"No, it's much better, but you can keep going, it's very pleasant, Coach," Olivia declared with an even more flirtatious smile than before.

Coach Tyler released her leg and stood up, now standing in front of Olivia, who was still seated and followed him with her eyes, sparkling with mischief.

"What game are you playing, Olivia?" the coach asked seriously.

"What are you talking about, Coach?" Olivia inquired, her tone exaggeratedly innocent. She had positioned herself in a way that gave an unobstructed view of her cleavage. This caused the beginnings of an erection in the coach's pants, though it remained hidden from view.

"You know very well what I'm talking about... For several weeks now, you've had an... inappropriate attitude towards me. And I don't understand why this change," the coach replied, not without inadvertently stealing another glance at her cleavage.

"I can't help it, it's the effect you have on me..." she began as she slowly moved her hand towards the coach's crotch.

Coach Tyler stopped her with a sharp "Stop that!" while stepping back.

Olivia kept up her flirtatious demeanor, "You can't tell me this is the first time one of your students has shown interest in you?" She stood up, evidently no longer in pain, and approached Coach Tyler.

"I want to make up for being late this morning," she said with a playful air.

The coach took another step back and said angrily, trying to sound as convincing as possible, "That's enough, Olivia, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Get out of my office, and next time I expect to see a completely different attitude from you, is that clear?"

Olivia first made a little pout, then with her flirtatious look, she said, "At your command, Sir. I am sorry, Sir," emphasizing the 'Sirs' particularly, as she walked past the coach to exit the office. She left the room and closed the door gently without looking back.

"Fuck!!!" the coach exclaimed, now dealing with a very strong erection.

"What's gotten into her??" he said out loud, trying to push away the images his brain kept conjuring of Olivia bent over his desk, being fucked by him. He took a few minutes to do some breathing exercises in an attempt to calm his arousal.

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Much later in the day, when all the students had left, Olivia and Maci, once again the last ones, were heading towards the exit.

"Is your ankle any better?" inquired Maci.

"Yes, don't worry, Coach Tyler took good care of me," Olivia replied with a small smile.

Maci tried to hide her emerging blush.

Olivia suddenly stopped. "Shit, I forgot my jacket in the locker room. Wait here for me, I'll be right back," she said, starting to dash back down the hallways.

Olivia retrieved her jacket and without hesitation headed back the other way. She chose a different route that took her past Coach Tyler's office. As she sprinted past the door, a peculiar noise caught her attention, and she came to an abrupt halt.

Now, she could distinctly hear a rhythmic thumping sound followed by the moans of a woman. She took a few steps back as quietly and silently as possible. The door to Coach Tyler's office was ever so slightly ajar, so she positioned herself to look through the crack.

As her eye finally adjusted to the narrow gap, her blood ran cold. Coach Tyler was forcefully fucking a member of the volleyball team, bent over his desk. Her volleyball uniform, had her short removed, exposing her. Her long, red hair was a messy curtain over her face, and her athletic shoes were still laced up, indicating she hadn't even taken the time to undress fully. Her breathing was heavy, her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the exertion, and her green eyes, visible through the strands of hair, were half-lidded with pleasure.

The coach was not holding back with his thrusts, which elicited a cry of pleasure from his partner each time. He then grabbed her fiery hair with both hands and pulled her head back, revealing her face.

Olivia was struck with shock. She recognized the young woman immediately. It was Emma, the former volleyball team captain who had finished college two years prior. She had come back two months ago, invited by Coach Tyler to give a motivational speech, and he had told us that he had attended her wedding last month.

"Fuck, you're still so tight, I can't get enough," the coach said between thrusts.

Emma tried to respond between moans of pleasure, "I'm not... tight... you're just very big."

Coach Tyler gave a satisfied smirk and continued to fuck her even harder. "I needed this, today one of the current team's little sluts was teasing me. I was so excited, I needed to blow off some steam."

At those words, Olivia felt her sex getting wet.

"And what better way to do it than with my favorite slut in a team uniform?" grinned Coach Tyler again, pausing momentarily.

Emma caught her breath while trying to fix her hair. Some strands were sticking to her face with sweat.

"You know I'll always be available for you," she replied, still out of breath.

"You say that..." he said as he placed his hand on her throat, forcing her head back against his chest, "but you haven't been very available since I fucked you on your wedding night..."

For Olivia, this was too much; the raw eroticism of the scene and the utterly obscene and perverse dialogue made her hand move automatically to her crotch.

"Now, where should I come?" the coach said with a lascivious look.

"In my mouth," Emma quickly replied. "My lips crave for your cock."

"Well... we wouldn't want to disappoint those pretty lips, would we? On your knees!" the coach responded, releasing his grip around her throat.

With palpable eagerness and excitement, Emma knelt before the coach and, without the slightest hesitation, took a significant portion of the coach's cock into her mouth.

Coach Tyler placed his hand on her head, as if encouraging her to go deeper. "A little deeper... yes, just like that... By the way, give my regards to your husband from me," he said before letting out a series of loud grunts, clearly indicating he was emptying himself completely into that eager mouth.

Olivia, now on her knees in the hallway of the college, legs spread, was frantically rubbing her clitoris while not missing a single detail of the scene unfolding before her eyes. She felt an explosive orgasm building. She managed to muffle her cry of pleasure as best she could by biting into the sleeve of the jacket she had just retrieved. She collapsed onto all fours, breathless. Without fully recovering, she took one last look to ensure she hadn't been spotted before silently scurrying away.

"What a hypocrite to have rejected my advances..." she thought as she ran down the hallway to meet up with Maci.

"But that also means my plan is still doable," she mused, a sly smile forming on her lips.

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