"What the hell is wrong with you?" Coach Tyler shouted.

A week had passed since the "incident" in the shower. Olivia and Maci were barely speaking to each other, which was clearly affecting their performance during practice sessions, much to Coach Tyler's frustration. Coach Tyler was addressing the entire team, but his gaze frequently darted to Maci and Olivia.

"The game is in a few days, you NEED to pull yourselves together," he continued with his deep, commanding voice. "I've decided to make some changes to the team lineup, hoping it will shake things up," he announced, his eyes settling on Olivia.

"Olivia will be our new team captain," he said calmly.

"What? Why her?" Fanny exclaimed.

"Because I've decided so," he replied curtly. "And because I hope to fuck her again soon," he added in his mind.

"So talk and resolve whatever issues you have; I don't care what they are, but fix it before the next practice. I won't accept us losing because of bad team chemistry. Is that clear?" he continued.

He turned to Olivia, "Once your conflicts are resolved, come to my office. As the new captain, I want to discuss upcoming strategies."

Coach Tyler had never done this kind of one-on-one meeting before. It would have seemed strange under normal circumstances, but with the tension in the team, no one paid much attention to it.

"Yes, Coach," Olivia responded, holding his gaze. She knew exactly what he wanted. With her dispute with Maci, she had been crying a lot and hadn't been in the mood for anything else. Therefore, she suspected he would be somewhat "frustrated."

The coach left, leaving the team alone. Fanny, slightly annoyed, turned to Olivia, "Well, he's right this time, there's an issue between you two. Don't you want to tell us what's going on? You're always together, and now you can't even look at each other. What's happening?"

A long silence followed. To everyone's surprise, it was Maci who broke the silence. "Girls... would you mind leaving Olivia and me alone for a moment?"

Olivia turned abruptly towards Maci, feeling tears welling up, but she gathered all her strength to keep them at bay. The other girls left the room, probably relieved that the situation was moving forward. Maci kept her eyes on the floor, seemingly avoiding Olivia's gaze. After the last girl had left the locker room and the door had closed, Maci waited in silence, which felt almost unbearable for Olivia.

"Listen, Liv..." Maci began.

"I'm sorry, Maci," Olivia interjected, her voice breaking.

"Let me speak," Maci said firmly, though her voice was gentle.

Olivia fell silent and waited. Maci continued to stare at the floor. After a moment that felt like an eternity, Maci continued, "What happened last week... I don't know how to classify it. On one hand, it was absolutely incredible. You might find it amusing given your experience, but for me, it was the most intense thing I've ever felt."

Olivia's heart was pounding.

"But on the other hand, I'm not a lesbian, and I wasn't ready for that. It's not what happened, but how it happened that threw me off. I don't want you to think that..."

She paused for a moment.

"... that you disgust me or anything like that."

Maci finally found the courage to meet Olivia's eyes, and she too felt tears welling up, unable to hold them back, the emotion too strong.

"You're my best friend, Olivia, I don't want to lose you."

Olivia rushed to embrace Maci, holding her tightly.

"You too, I'm really sorry. It was just a game..." Olivia said through her sobs.

They cried for a few moments, releasing a week's worth of accumulated tension. Maci gently detached herself and took Olivia's face in her hands, looking directly into her eyes.

"Promise me you won't pull that kind of stunt again? No more impromptu sex in the shower without discussing it first?" Maci said.

"I promise! But, I'm not saying I won't kiss you in the heat of the moment someday," Olivia replied, laughing through her tears.

Maci froze at the mention of those words, causing Olivia's heart to skip a beat, thinking she'd made another mistake. Then, to Olivia's surprise, Maci leaned in, and their lips met. The kiss was gentle and kind, nothing like the ferocity of their previous encounter. Unexpectedly, Maci's tongue found its way between Olivia's lips, and Olivia allowed it, this time letting Maci take the lead, not wanting to push too far.

Their tongues danced softly against each other in a tenderness that Olivia, accustomed to more wild intimate moments, had never experienced before. Her usually frenetic mind paused, as if for the first time, she was tasting a sense of completeness.

Maci pulled away, and Olivia just managed to stifle a moan as Maci's soft lips left hers.

With Olivia's face still tenderly cupped in her hands, Maci now smiled at her. "This is our peace kiss, okay?"

Olivia returned the smile, "A very beautiful peace treaty."

And they both burst into laughter.

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It was late now.

Maci had left, and Olivia felt light, as if the weight on her chest had been magically lifted. Maci's kiss had comforted her but also stirred a bit of excitement, though she was careful not to voice it. She knew anyway that her "frustration" would soon be relieved as she knocked on Coach Tyler's office door.

"Come in," said the Coach loudly.

Olivia entered the coach's office and made sure to close the door firmly behind her. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" she asked, her eyes still red from her conversation with Maci.

Coach Tyler looked her directly in the eyes, unsure of what to do. He had never seen Olivia like this and was concerned, but at the same time, seeing her in this state of vulnerability excited him immensely.

"You okay?" the Coach finally asked.

Olivia smiled, which contrasted with her red eyes. "Yes, everything's sorted out, you'll see at the next practice."

"Perfect," the Coach declared, standing up from his desk to approach Olivia.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?" the coach said, standing in front of her, looking down at her since he was taller.

"I think I have a few ideas about why I'm here," Olivia replied, her mischievous and provocative smile returning, "but I'm waiting for you to confirm it."

"On your knees," he commanded firmly.

Olivia didn't hesitate and knelt down, her mouth just inches from Coach Tyler's crotch. It had been over a week since she'd done anything. To say her sex was wet would be an understatement.

The same could be said for Tyler, who had his cock out in seconds, pressing it against Olivia's moist lips. She placed a gentle kiss on the tip and looked up at her coach. "Looks like someone's in a hurry."

Coach Tyler placed his hand on the back of Olivia's head, pushing her firmly towards him. "Shut up. I want you to use your mouth, but not for talking."

Olivia's lips parted, eagerly welcoming Coach Tyler's cock into her mouth. "Fuck, finally..." he exhaled in relief, tilting his head back.

As Olivia's head began to move back and forth with a delightful sucking sound, Tyler lowered his gaze to take in the scene. He saw Olivia, her dark brown hair framing her face, her big, brown eyes looking up at him with a mix of submission and challenge, her mouth stretched around his member. Her volleyball shorts hugged her bubbly ass, and even in this position, her small, perky breasts were visible through her jersey, adding to the eroticism of the moment.

The sensation of Olivia's lips sliding along his shaft was exquisite; they were warm, wet, and perfectly tight, creating a friction that was both soothing and stimulating. Her tongue was active, swirling around the head of his cock, exploring every ridge, then running along the underside, sending shivers of pleasure through him. Each movement was deliberate, teasing, as if she knew exactly how to drive him to the edge of ecstasy without pushing him over too soon. The combination of her mouth's warmth, the softness of her lips, and the dexterity of her tongue was more than he could handle after a week of pent-up desire.

He pulled out of Olivia's mouth just in time, narrowly avoiding a powerful orgasm. Olivia looked up at him, satisfied and provocative.

"Stand up, bend over my desk. You have a lot to make up for," he said sternly.

Far from unsettling Olivia, she rose to her feet and assumed the position he demanded. She was now completely soaked. Coach Tyler positioned himself behind her, pulling down and then completely removing her shorts and underwear, which she helped by lifting her legs at the right moment.

"Spread your legs, slut," he continued.

She complied once more, biting her lips, eager to finally feel the imposing member that had been in her mouth just moments ago now inside her.

Olivia felt the warm hand of the Coach grab her hip while the other hand slowly tangled into her long, dark brown hair, seeking the best grip possible. Her sex was now dripping, her frustration mounting by the second. Coach Tyler thrust into her fully with one powerful move, pulling her head back simultaneously. The initial pain from the brutal action was completely overshadowed by the pleasure of finally feeling filled. She couldn't help but let out her first cry of ecstasy.

"Fuck, I'd forgotten how tight you are," Coach Tyler managed to say between breaths. He began to fuck her, pulling out slowly before slamming back in to the hilt. Olivia derived as much pleasure from the slow, teasing withdrawal of the Coach's long cock from her sex as she did from the forceful, deep penetration. With each thrust, she released a moan of pleasure.

The sight of Olivia bent over his desk, her bubbly ass meeting his thrusts, her cries echoing in the office, was intoxicating. The sounds of their bodies connecting, the scent of sex in the air, and the visual of Olivia's body responding to him pushed Coach Tyler towards a primal state of arousal. Each slap of his hips against her brought a flush of heat to his skin, and the way Olivia's body clenched around him, her cries growing louder, only served to fuel his desire to claim her completely.

While continuing to thrust into her, Tyler, with his strong, calloused hands gripping her hips, spoke to his student, "As captain, you have to support and assist your Coach, understood?"

"Yes, Coach," Olivia sighed between thrusts.

"And one way you can provide support is by helping me release my stress," he continued, abandoning all his principles, "at least twice a week. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Coach," Olivia responded again, just before another moan of pleasure escaped her.

Tyler knew he had crossed the line completely, so he decided he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. He let go of Olivia's hair, now placing both hands on her round, firm ass, taking a moment to catch his breath while remaining deeply inside her.

Olivia, catching her breath, turned her head towards her Coach with her mischievous, provocative look and said, "So you fuck all the team captains you manage?"

Coach smiled, "No, unfortunately not, but I hope this can become a tradition. If it does, I might change captains every month to see which one of you is best at assisting me. I think Fanny would make an excellent candidate."

"Oh, I can assure you she doesn't come close to me," Olivia replied, the Coach's cock still deeply rooted within her.

"Still that arrogant look. You forgot you left me without any news for nearly two weeks; you'll have to make up for it," the Coach answered sternly. Although they both knew it was part of their game, the air crackled with electricity once again, and Olivia felt her excitement return.

With her head still turned towards him, smiling, she began, "Oh? And how do you want me to..."

Olivia couldn't finish her question as she let out a cry of pleasure when the Coach's thumb pressed into her ass.

"By offering yourself completely to me. So far, I've only had the pleasure of enjoying two of your holes. It's time to change that," Tyler declared, a smile playing on his lips.

His hands, now covered in a light sheen of sweat, contrasted against Olivia's tanned skin as he explored her forbidden territory. Her body tensed and then relaxed, her breath catching with the new sensation. Olivia's firm breasts were pressed against the cold surface of the desk, her nipples hard from the mix of pleasure and the cool air.

After a few minutes of preparation, Coach Tyler decided it was time to take what he now considered his. He withdrew his thick cock from the comforting sheath of Olivia's sex, eliciting a sigh from her, and positioned it at the entrance of her ass, beginning to apply pressure, his cock now thoroughly lubricated.

For the first time, Olivia started to panic. Some of her exes had taken this route on rare occasions, but none matched the coach's girth. "Wait, Coach, I..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure as she felt that long, desired cock begin to slide slowly inside her.

Coach Tyler let out a guttural cry as he advanced another centimeter. "Fuck, this is too good. Get ready, I fully intend to go all the way in." Between each thrust, he took the time to play with her clitoris with one of his hands to ease her tension. He clearly had experience in this. She, on the other hand, was no longer able to respond, her eyes half-closed, mouth agape. She was nothing but an object of pleasure in her coach's hands, her mind disconnecting for a moment, drowned in pleasure.

Tyler paused for a moment, relishing the tightness of her, now his favorite student's, ass. He was almost all the way in. Leaning forward, he pressed his chest against Olivia's back, whispering into her ear, "Time to make amends."

Before Olivia could respond, still coming down from her ecstasy, he grabbed her hair again with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and, clenching his teeth, thrust the rest of the way in, letting out a primal, masculine cry. Olivia also let out a sharp, shrill scream. She had never felt this full.

Then, he began to make small, rhythmic thrusts. Olivia, now with her eyes closed, focusing on the sensations, slid one of her hands to her crotch to reach her sex. The imbalance caused her to rest her head to the side on the coach's desk. Tyler's thrusts grew wider, reaching deep into her with each motion. The combination of this sensation and her playing with her clitoris began to make Olivia moan. Overwhelmed by the erotic sight, Coach Tyler started to quicken and intensify his movements. In a bestial surge, he placed one of his hands on Olivia's head to keep it pressed against the desk, fully expressing his dominance.

Now, Tyler was regularly slamming into Olivia's ass, the silence of the room broken only by the sound of his hips slapping against her buttocks, his hoarse sighs, and Olivia's moans. Olivia was in a state opposite to the one she was in just an hour before. If with Maci she had felt a sense of completeness and tranquility, she now had a mind in total, deafening chaos, ablaze with sensation.

In that brief, frenzied moment, Coach Tyler ceased to be. Perhaps for the first time in his life, he let all his primal instincts take over. He was no longer the coach, and Olivia was not just his student. He was a wild man, claiming the woman he desired with raw, unbridled passion, making her his.

Olivia came first, her entire body shaking, overwhelmed by an orgasm that was beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was the final straw for Tyler, who thrust one last time, fully into Olivia's magnificent ass, releasing a loud, unrestrained growl. Every muscle in his body tensed as he spilled himself deep inside her, the act of release chaotic, messy, and loud, a cacophony of raw, animalistic pleasure washing over them both. He finally collapsed onto Olivia, both struggling to catch their breath, drenched in sweat. Olivia's hair clung to her reddened face, the flush of exertion giving her an intensely erotic appearance.

"I think we can say you've made up for it," the coach exhaled between breaths.

Olivia, still under the euphoria of her powerful orgasm, couldn't help but giggle, her eyes remaining closed.

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A few days later

The gymnasium was electric with tension as the final point of the volleyball game came down to the wire. Olivia, with her newfound leadership, called a strategic play. Maci, with a fierce determination in her eyes, delivered a perfect set. Fanny, leaping higher than she ever had, slammed the ball down with all her might. The opposing blockers were too late; the ball hit the floor with a decisive thump, securing the victory by the slimmest of margins. The crowd erupted, and the team, now united, celebrated with embraces and high-fives, their relief and joy palpable.

Coach Tyler and the entire team had traveled to another city for an away game over the weekend. This is a common practice in college sports where teams often travel for competitions, staying in hotels, with coaches sometimes arranging team meals or events to foster team spirit. Tyler had reserved a private room in the hotel where they were staying to celebrate their victory.

This was the first time Tyler had joined his team for a victory party. Usually, when matches were at home, he would allow the players to celebrate among themselves. Now, leaning against the bar which was privatized for the occasion, Coach Tyler found himself mesmerized by Olivia dancing with her friends. He tried to look away to avoid being too obvious, but his gaze inevitably returned to her, drawn by the allure of her body moving in a mesmerizing dance just a few meters away.

Olivia left her friends, who continued to dance, for a moment to join Coach Tyler at the bar where he was leaning.

"So, happy, Coach?" she said, sipping her drink and glancing at him with a smile.

"More than happy, even. No injuries to report in the team?" he replied with a smile, not looking directly at her.

"No. Well, my butt still hurts, but that has nothing to do with today's game," she responded with a mischievous look, her eyes fixed on her friends dancing.

At her words, Tyler choked on his drink, coughing slightly.

"If you need to relieve some stress, I can meet you in the bathroom in a few minutes," she continued with her usual provocative air, still not looking at him.

"I think, indeed, I'm going to need that," whispered the Coach as he caught his breath.

He left the room without looking back at Olivia, heading towards the men's restroom. On his way, his excitement was palpable; Olivia's dance had already stirred him, but her cheeky, provocative attitude combined with the thrill and the taboo of the situation had sealed the deal. He entered the men's restroom. Being the only male accompanying the team, he knew the risk of someone else entering was minimal, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed.

A few minutes that felt like an eternity later, Olivia entered the men's restroom, closing the door behind her with a deft move—without turning her back, she reached behind her to grip the handle, securing it with one hand while maintaining eye contact, her eyes brimming with desire.

"Captain reporting for duties, Coach," she said simply with her angelic smile.

Tyler was increasingly falling under her spell, which went beyond just a one-night stand, making the forbidden even more tangible and his arousal even stronger. He approached her slowly, placing his hands on either side of her head, effectively framing her while also helping to keep the door shut. Olivia looked up to meet her coach's gaze, who stood a head taller than her, intensifying the sense of dominance.

Olivia slowly slid down the door. She only broke eye contact when she was crouched in front of him. Her eyes then moved to his crotch, and her hands quickly went to work on undoing his belt buckle with undisguised excitement. Tyler tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he finally felt Olivia's lips make contact with his cock. The suction of her mouth, the tightness of her lips, the warm air she breathed out on his dick, the way her tongue glided along his shaft and simply rested on his tip to not build his orgasm too fast. The distant sounds of the music and the girls celebrating in the background only heightened the sense of the forbidden and his arousal.

Tyler bucked his hips in time with her rhythm, but slowly, his excitement overtook him. He wanted to take it at her pace, but she was too good not to be fucked senseless. He needed to take more of her, feel more, go deeper. The pleasure she showed him was intoxicating, and she knew it. She clearly wanted him to lose control. She moved faster, pushing her limits for his pleasure. Her lips massaged the length of his cock as her tongue worked his tip, edging his orgasm out, putting him on the verge of coating her mouth with his cum. And then, she suddenly stopped and looked up at the coach with a perverse smile.

"You were going to cum, weren't you? But I stopped. Doesn't that infuriate you? Doesn't it make you want to hold me down and use my mouth until you cum?"

Tyler removed his hands from the door, and in a mix of anger and excitement, he grabbed Olivia's head with both hands to plunge back into her mouth deeply, letting out a hoarse cry. He began to fuck her face, finally seeking the liberating orgasm that she had just denied him.

"You're going to swallow every inch of my cock, you slut," he growled.

It took less than a minute of this treatment for him to start climaxing, having thrust deeply into her throat with one final, primal groan. To his surprise, and perhaps with a hint of frustration, after the first spurt, Olivia gently pushed back against the coach with her hands, causing part of his cock to slip out of her mouth. She still kept a good third inside to ensure not a drop was wasted. His frustration was quickly eased by the sensation of Olivia's tongue now gently playing with the tip of his cock in a subtle, post-orgasmic caress. She was clearly moaning while continuing to take in the last spurts of semen the coach had released.

As Tyler caught his breath, Olivia slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, keeping her lips tightly closed to give him one last shiver of pleasure. After releasing him, she looked up again, her eyes filled with lust, and opened her mouth to show him all the semen she had kept. She then closed her mouth, stood up, and faced the coach, placing a finger on her lips and gesturing for him to follow her. She turned, opened the bathroom door, and went back to the party.

Caught off guard, Tyler quickly put himself back together and after a quick check in the restroom mirror to ensure his appearance didn't give anything away, he also returned to the celebration. The distant sounds of music and laughter from the party had been a constant backdrop, making the encounter even more thrilling and forbidden.

Upon returning, he saw Olivia at the bar, seemingly watching for his arrival with a smile, her lips still closed. She looked him straight in the eyes, used one of her fingers to scoop up some semen from her mouth, and spread it across her lips before taking a sip of beer and swallowing what remained in her mouth. Then quickly moved to her friends, particularly Maci, whom she embraced and kissed in what was unmistakably a French kiss. Maci, initially surprised, wrapped her arms around Olivia's neck to return the kiss. She, unknowingly, accepted into her mouth a mixture of saliva, beer, and semen, which she welcomed with pleasure from her friend. When their lips parted, Maci, astonished, asked her friend "What's that taste? Beer?"

Olivia responded with a smile, "A cocktail of my own invention, do you like it?"

Maci laughed as she detached from her friend to start dancing again, "A bit salty but not unpleasant."

Tyler was frozen by what had just happened, unsure how to react. After a few moments, Olivia rejoined her coach by the bar.

"Maci just tasted you. And apparently, she doesn't mind the taste," she said with a smile.

Feeling his cock starting to harden again despite the orgasm he had just experienced, Tyler turned towards the bar, his back to the dancing girls, and whispered to Olivia, "Tonight, you come to my room, you've got some duties to perform."

Olivia simply responded, "Yes, Coach," before going back to dance with her friends.