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Selena Violet shares the journey of her romance trilogy "What We Can't Have," which started as a poem she wrote for her middle school students and evolved into a three-book series about characters connected by one life-changing song.• Story revolves around college students Sidney and Austin who reluctantly partner on a music project• The trilogy follows their "When Harry Met Sally" dynamic with a guaranteed HEA at the end• Features a plus-size protagonist who faces self-image challenges without focusing on dieting• First book in the series ends on a cliffhanger, with the full arc resolving in book three• Began writing seriously during COVID lockdown after years of focusing on other prioritiesWhat We Can't Have – Hollywood Hot ShotsThe right song can touch your soul…             Becoming a songwriter was never on Sydney Campbell's radar. No; she chose a music major to one day inspire children as an educator. But all that changed when she met him…  Paired together on an important assignment, Austin Mitchell—the country star wannabe—quickly becomes the bane of her existence. Majoring in partying, his carefree attitude causes the duo to clash at every turn. Despite the tension, they make beautiful music together, creating a song powerful enough to change the trajectory of their lives… Forced together, the two battle to cope with their budding attraction as they struggle to navigate the pitfalls of the Los Angeles music industry.  Hollywood Hot Shots is the first instalment in the What We Can't Have Trilogy. This story is a spicy, contemporary, opposites-attract novel featuring a curvy heroine and tortured hero that you can't help but fall for. If you like compelling characters, light drama, and spicy scenes, then you'll adore Selina Violet's coming-of-age adventure.About the AuthorSelina Violet is a writer, entrepreneur, and author. She is passionate about sharing her stories with others. She has lived in several metropolitan areas: Pittsburgh, Chicago, Kansas City, and Washington D.C. Her favorite things include: 80s music and movies, concert tickets, and Hershey Kisses. Selina lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her children and a spoiled rescue dog and cat. website: https://selinaviolet.com Instagram: @selinavioletauthor Tik Tok: @selinavioletauthorAbout Victoria:Hey there, I'm Victoria! As a writer and developmental editor, I specialize in helping busy writers bring their publishing dreams to life without the overwhelm. Editing doesn't have to feel like pulling teeth—it's the magic that transforms your story from “meh” to masterpiece!Here's how I can help:

It's not like Hitler came in with a bunch of flowers and Hershey Kisses. The world thought it could erase Russia from history. Niko House on how the west enabled Hitler and how the country that broke N*zi Germany is cancelled from commemorations. We could never imagine what the Russian people endured. Fiorella Isabel, in Moscow, on the truth gap between what people in the US and Europe are taught about who won WW2 and 27m reasons they're wrong.Fiorella Isabel: Journalist, Geo-Political Analyst, Host of Fiorella in Moscow- Twitter: https://x.com/fiorellaisabelm- Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/fiorellaisabelm- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fiorellainmoscow- YouTube: https://youtube.com/@FiorellaInMoscow- Rumble: @Fiorella Isabel Nick Curse: Citizen Journalist and Co-founder of the Revolutionary Blackout Network- Twitter: https://x.com/SocialistMMA Become a MOATS Graduate at https://plus.acast.com/s/moatswithgorgegalloway. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 306: Coffee Conversions, Gym Shenanigans & Derby Hat MeltdownsWelcome back to Happy Hour With Jay! This week, we're covering everything from coffee chaos to questionable gym fashion choices, plus a reality TV update that proves some people will do anything for screen time.☕ Meme of the Week: Stages of Coffee – Fun fact: I never drank coffee until Lori converted me on vacation. Now? I have thoughts—especially about Starbucks and the drive-thru disasters that await us all. Speaking of… Beverly with an IE, I do not need a breakfast sandwich; I need black coffee, fast, and with minimal chit-chat.

Busted by surveillance cameras.By Cheat105. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom.By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda.Hey, come to the locker room.I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute.On my way.I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus.As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get?When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me.Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me."Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone.I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on."So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty.Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down.We had been caught.As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play.My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace.How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this.Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble?"Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen.No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened."Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda.Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear."Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone.I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture."So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked.I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye."Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added.I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right?The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk."Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me.I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women?Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both."There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts.I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear."I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said.I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake."That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued.My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me."But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry.That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants."So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin.I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking?Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face."While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch.My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right."You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone.For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection."Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock.I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony.I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer."I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again.What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it."Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said.Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me.Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously.I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples.I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed."Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said.She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts."Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said.Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched.Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself."Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone.The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole."Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal.To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her."Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed.It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs."Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure.That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well.I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop."Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled.She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her.Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything."Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile.I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym.I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad.I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly.Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright?To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought.Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then.It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk.Ok, we'll be there.Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side.I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly.When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay.Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them.I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach."Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify.Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake."Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned.Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty?"I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said.The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her."I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued.Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me.Winter break was upon us.A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her.I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion.I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family.I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car."Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat."It's alright." I replied.It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to.Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it.More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

We discuss the week that was, eat Hershey Kisses, tell a DAD JOKE, preview the upcoming week, and eat more candy!!!

Beave visits the home studios in Woodridge, IL for a jam-packed recap episode, eats 3,029 Hershey Kisses in the process, explains Mr. Pibb's pulling sponsorship because of his "Shawshank Redemption" review, and then slips into a diabetic coma under the holiday tree. The Bears and Browns are both forgettable, but we still talk NFL and the charmed Chiefs. Who can challenge them for NFL supremacy? Plus NBA, college hoops (Northwestern beats Illinois in Evanston), college football playoffs, "I Recommend", CCR's "Willy & The Poorboys", unknown Top 40 hits, and Beave and Len forget to rank the characters in "The Bear".

On this podcast: Dave Steinwedel, Payton Girod, and David Miles as they talk with:Matt Murschel of the Orlando Sentitenal to discuss UCF hiring Scott Frost, Bill Belicheck joining the college ranks? the arguement from Alabama and other schools on not making the CFP, why it matters playing tough teams, which games we wanna see and more. (2:31-25:30)NFL Writer and host of the Norse Code Arif Hasan joins the guys to talk about the strong season for the Vikings, future of Sam Darnold, which coaches are on the hot seat, the 49ers or Cowboys turning it around, how the chiefs have been lucky, the Falcons woes with Kirk Cousins, the Panthers getting moral victories and more. (25:31-END)

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Everyone take your seats because it is time for the sweet story of Milton Hershey and Hershey Chocolate. Milton grew up needing direction in life which he found in candy making. He started with caramel and failed more than once before eventually becoming the Caramel King of Pennsylvania. That wasn't enough for Milt because he had bigger dreams. From building a town to creating his own sugar distribution in Cuba, Milton Hershey was a fascinating man. Was he kind of a dick? Oh yeah. Did he change the world for quite a few people? You better listen to find out!SponsorFlintts Mintshttps://www.flintts.com/Use code HistoricallyHigh for 15% offSupport the show

As the presidential race picks up momentum, The Current Podcast explores what a political campaigner and a CPG brand marketer can learn from each other. Kyle Yadon-Smith, (the head of digital for the National Republican Senatorial Committee), and Vinny Rinaldi, (the head of media and analytics for The Hershey Company), get candid about marketing politics and chocolate.  Episode TranscriptPlease note, this transcript  may contain minor inconsistencies compared to the episode audio. Damian Fowler: (00:01)I'm Damian Fowler. Welcome to this edition of the current podcast.Damian Fowler: (00:10)This week we are queuing up a great conversation between two advertisers who may not on first glance seem to have that much in common. We're joined by Vinnie Ranaldi, the head of media and analytics at the Hershey Company, and Kyle Yadon-Smith, the head of digital for the National Republican Senatorial Committee. That said, we thought it would be fascinating to hear what a big CPG brand like Hershey can learn from a major political advertiser like the NRSC. And since this is an election year, what better time to host this conversation. It's been said that every great political campaign rewrites the rules at the same time, CPG brands can now supercharge campaigns with retail data. With all that in mind, let's get to it. Both of you, of course, are focused on reaching those respective audiences, whether you call 'em consumers or voters. I'd love to hear from both of you, you know, on what you think you may have in common.Kyle Smith: (01:09)I was gonna joke, the uh, the biggest thing is, uh, we're both targeting, so we're women I think is our key marketplace. the cycle . Um, obviously that's not the only, uh, demographic that's gonna be key on the political landscape, but, uh, we're gonna be running ads in October and so we're gonna screw up your Halloween marketing. Thankfully you guys do not have a, uh, Georgia runoff this year, so it should be okay by Christmas. And uh, yeah, I think we're gonna be targeting a lot of the same consumers slash uh, voter demographics. So it's kind of, it's, it's interesting how that kind of plays out. Yeah,Vinny Rinaldi: (01:36)I would agree. I think there's more correlation. I think, you know, we're looking at the same content areas to show up in as a brand to sell chocolate as you guys are, to show up and influence somebody to devote one way or the other in those big environments. You know, a lot of how we look to show up is how do we drive seasonality in local markets at a certain store? So you're right in October, believe me, it's probably hot topic number one of like the lead up to our Super Bowl October 31st. There's a serious presidential election happening a week later. Yeah. So how much will that play a role when we're buying, you know, market-based ads? So it is an area, I wouldn't say of concern, but an area that we're certainly focused on of like how do we make sure we're showing up in the right markets during our most precious time of year, but being cognizant of some of the headwinds we might face based on what's happening in real time.Damian Fowler: (02:28)It's interesting, you know, you're sort of talking in a way about competition between say chocolate and political campaigns, but on the other hand there's a sort,Kyle Smith: (02:35)I think we would lose that one if you had to vote on one or the other. .Damian Fowler: (02:39)I mean, of course there's an alignment too. I mean maybe you guys can, you know, get together and cross-reference here.Vinny Rinaldi: (02:45)I mean, I joke as we look at all of the debates leading up to it and one of our products is popcorn. How do we show up and say, get your popcorn ready for all these new events that are happening. So can you bridge that gap and kind of work together? There's a lot of areas of, ofKyle Smith: (02:58)Interest. Politics is pop culture now, right? Yeah. Like I'll never forget, one of the funniest ads I saw was, I think it was Advil, they bought the promoted tweet on the first day of the debate in 2016 and it said, do you have a headache from this debate, you know, by Advil? And I thought that was kind of a fun way to play into it.Damian Fowler: (03:12)What's interesting to me is, you know, in looking at say any given political campaign, how the importance of being reactive in the moment kind of real time is so crucial, you know, for getting those swing voters out to either vote or just to nudge the needle a little bit. And I'm wondering, you know, if that idea of the sped up data-driven campaign is obviously influencing the way CPG brands like Hershey think about campaigns,Vinny Rinaldi: (03:38)I think we certainly use data-driven tactics in a very similar way. And you think back to the last, I guess it's 16 years since the 2008 election, which is crazy during that election when, when President Obama won, you know, it goes a little unnoticed of how he won the tactics he used, which were way ahead of his time in a lot of this, using the data, focusing on different demographic urban environments, getting those people to the polling centers, like we're trying to do the same thing during, whether it's a big season or to dry everyday occurrences, like how do you find those pockets of incremental opportunities to grow from the beast that's already there is very correlated to from when President Obama did it to President Trump doing it in 2016 and really becoming a more data-driven tactic on how you show up in those moments.Kyle Smith: (04:26)I mean, it's kind of funny, both Obama in 2012 and uh, president Trump in uh, 2016 both had a actually almost similar data strategy. They're both very digital heavy in from a percentage perspective for their time. And then of course nowadays we actually can't use that data on quite a few platforms. So data's extremely important in the political space. Obviously there's, uh, 60% of Americans over the age of 18 are gonna vote this cycle and a lot of those folks are gonna vote for the same party they've always voted for. And identifying people that, you know, swing back and forth is the key to winning, obviously. And that coalition changes every cycle. For us, it's leveraging the data to inform what that audience looks like so that we can make tactical data-driven decisions, even on platforms that don't let us use it directly of which, you know, is the bulk of the ecosystem at this point. It'sVinny Rinaldi: (05:08)An interesting point. Like we as a big massive consumer packaged goods brand that sells chocolate, has no first party data. We have to talk to everybody. Literally 98% of the um, US population eats candy mint or gum. So for us it's like how do you balance, you want scalability no matter what, but what are the right insights and data points that you utilize when you go to activation? Because if you're trying to find one-to-one in any second and or third party data partnerships in some platforms, not all, you're losing the findability due to some of the privacy regulations that are coming up. So if you don't own the data asset itself in a first party ecosystem, it's a lot harder to deliver that experience. And it's also a lot harder to collect first party data when you're a brand that everyone else sells your product. You're just driving demand through advertising and awareness and driving people to the store. But from a D two C perspective where a lot of that collection can happen, it's a little bit more of a challenge on our end to be able to sell chocolate and collect a data 0.0 for those people.Damian Fowler: (06:08)What's interesting to me about this is according to a study by the Trade Desk with Morning Consult during the 2022 midterms, 75% of all Americans surveyed who say they might vote in the midterms, say they know who they're gonna vote for. So I don't know from a political standpoint, do you market to those people or is marketing always at the margins? You know, are you always trying to reach out to that undecided voter? And I wonder if that carries over into CPG thinking as well.Kyle Smith: (06:33)I actually think this may be a space where things are more similar than they are different. You know, if you've bought Hershey Kisses every year for Christmas and you, your family's always done that and you always, you know, put that in the stalking, you're probably gonna continue to do it until something shifts or something changes. There's pretty high retention, right? In terms of Republicans from 2016 are very likely to be Republicans again, 2024. But things do change, you know, the people will always tell you, they say they know who they're gonna vote for today, but then there could be a new story that drops at some point next year that scrambles everything. You know, it changes people's opinions on issues, it changes how people think about things and we have to react very, very quickly to that and make sure that, you know, if the story's good for us, that everyone knows about it or if the story's bad for us, that we have our point of view out there to, to kind of counter what the information is. It's kind of hard to expect who those people are gonna be or what's gonna trigger that. So I think that kind of leads to the importance of talking to everyone and making sure that you kind of have a broad message out there. But we also know our folks that are, you know, Republican donors donate or vote in every single election that are probably on our team. So it's kind of just, uh, doing a little bit of both.Vinny Rinaldi: (07:30)Yeah, you look at Reese's Peanut butter cups, they have a 64% household penetration. I'm not sure there's any single brand out there that comes as close. So if you think about it, you, you're almost everywhere. So you're constantly speaking to everybody and hoping, you know, in those moments you're getting that incremental gain for a new household conversion and or, or repeat purchaser. So you do want to talk to both. You're also looking at probably one of the more impulsive categories in the world. Chocolate is a grab and go. You're at the counters, you're just grabbing, you don't plan it. So you always have to be, broadly speaking, making everyone aware of subtly nudging that reminder message to almost everybody.Damian Fowler: (08:08)Given that then, you know, does that mean a lot of your campaigns tend to be about, you know, just brand awareness kind of up there at the top of the funnel? And then how do you use channels to nudge the consumer? How, how does that work? ,Vinny Rinaldi: (08:22)In very basic theory, yes, we are a very big awareness brand messaging strategy to have fun. You know, we lean heavily on the voice of Will Arnett, which is the voice behind the Reese's commercials. So like, it is that probably where, but then you have, whether it's a limited edition or a seasonal environment or some other area where you wanna be a little bit more focused, where you would lean into some sort of targeting capability, whether it's a retail based target, third party, purchase based target. How do you use all those levers to take some of the spend and be focused while the majority of your base spend is reaching that broad awareness of the entire population?Kyle Smith: (09:00)Yeah, I think that's where, you know, I'm a little bit jealous of Hershey's and you have all this institutional brand ID and I'm, we're jealous of the starting point, especially, you know, I'm working on the, I'm working on senate campaigns this cycle. The NRC, we only have really two incumbents, meaning like people that are already senators running for reelection, again, Ted Cruz and uh, Rick Scott in Florida, they kind of have a really strong starting point they can focus on more, just reminding folks that kinda like you, I feel like you guys do every site or every year we're Hershey's, we're Reese's also. I'm jealous you get will learn that, but we're we're, we're Reese's what we are, et cetera. But then on our side we have a separate project of a lot of new candidates that no one's ever heard of that frankly haven't held elected office. And you have a year and you know, three or four months to make their name Id as close to a hundred percent with the voter base as you can. If uh, Trump were president it was 2020 and everyone kind of knows who these guys are. It is kind of more similar I think to the annual, uh, yeah, candy marketing. But this, this year it's uh, we have to start from scratch. It's like you guys introducing a new brand, I feel like, or a new skew of, uh, of, you know, Hershey's, Reese's, et cetera.Vinny Rinaldi: (10:00)We just launched uh, Reese's Caramel Cups and it is like launching a completely new thing even though it's part of the Reese's family. Yes, you're gonna have those loyalists try your new product, but can you attract new consumers into an already built brand because of a new introduction of caramel into a peanut butter cup? You have to find those new pockets of opportunity to not lose your base or not have them switch completely and keep that cycle growing with new consumers.Damian Fowler: (10:26)One of the things that's happened, uh, in the last couple of years, we talked about, you know, what happened in the last four years is the kind of rise of, there's much more inventory out there for streaming platforms, connected television, and that connecting the dots up with, you know, other channels. I wonder if you could both sort of talk me through a little bit of how that, the maturing as it were of CTV has changed the way you go to market and think about connecting up big awareness plays on CTV to, you know, lower down the funnel to more performance driven tactics.Vinny Rinaldi: (10:56)You know, as I go back to what I said earlier, the proliferation of content everywhere has certainly opened up the purview of how to show up, how to be everywhere. You know, for me, when I think about the connected TV landscape, what I love about it is the ability to buy prime time at any time. When you sit down at eight o'clock or nine o'clock or 12 o'clock or 3:00 PM it doesn't matter. You're accessing whatever content you wanna watch in that moment. So in my opinion, when you buy this way, you've got primetime moments at all times. That person is decided they're gonna sit down, they're gonna, you know, watch whatever it is that they wanna watch at that given moment.Vinny Rinaldi: (11:47)And that's your moment as a brand to show up and that's how we look at it. And then when you take that holistic approach to those primetime moments, how do you then use the controllability of technology to control, reach and frequency? So if I know that I'm talking to this person in 12 different platforms, well I don't want my frequency to be a 40 on one of 'em. I want to control that and keep extending reach. If I get enough reach, my household penetration should go up. If that goes up, my sales are going up, we're winning share, we're reaching more consumers, like that's our end goal. So being in as many homes as possible is actually impossible if you're buying on 40 different IOs or platforms. So then when you think about consolidation and the value of bringing somebody from an awareness building tactic and streaming or on the big screen all the way through a funnel and having that control allows me to unlock more business outcomes than any media measurement can give me.Damian Fowler: (12:42)I'm wondering if what the equivalent of business outcomes are in the political ad marketplace.Kyle Smith: (12:48)Um, well if we win.Damian Fowler: (12:51)I thought you were gonna say that. Kyle Smith: (12:52)Yeah, I, I , I think, uh, I actually think this is where also uh, you know, the candy and CPG world in general is, it's pretty similar to political land is um, our outcomes also a little bit impulsive. I remember standing in line, you know, to vote for the DC City Council with a few of my coworkers before and we were all talking like, who are these people? , you know, it's like we don't know who anyone we're voting for. It's kind of funny. And then you kind of re look at 'em real quick. You remember like stuff you've heard or mailers you've gotten and you make a decision that you have one day to do that or one month to do that. And that's our moment. That's when you get your conversion. That's kind of how I'd compare the two there. I think from a high level perspective, we have the exact same problem in politics, especially with linear, where we have very high frequencies against some audiences sometimes.Kyle Smith: (13:28)And when you're talking to one group of people 70 times, you're, you have less money then to talk to the rest of the folks who may not be very heavy media consumers. So having an ever-present point of view across not just linear but also digital, I think that's something that our party especially is gonna try to get a lot better at this cycle. It, it's interesting to me that 20 12, 20 16, I think, and Vinny told me if this is wrong, I think the corporate world almost looked at politics and was like, wow, they're doing some really cool stuff. We have to figure out what they're doing. I think that's kind of taken a step back a little bit now that we've gotten into the, you know, we have to target older Americans 'cause older Americans are more likely to vote. And I think now as older Americans, habits have changed quite a bit from 2020 to 2024, it's forced both political parties to kind of adapt a little bit after frankly the corporate world has uh, to what the new landscape looks like.Damian Fowler: (14:11)You know, speaking of different audiences, are there different channels for different audiences? Kyle, when you said, you know, reaching older Americans or all older voters, I'm wondering if that's still like a linear play now or if that's completely, am I just stereotyping a whole demographic?Kyle Smith: (14:26)Yeah, well I watch Wheel of Fortune every other night, so I, I maybe I, maybe I'm breaking the demographic there. . Yeah, I, I think linear is still the utmost effective mass reach, uh, mechanism for folks 55 plus, especially broadcast. It's pretty easy to get over 75% reach across that audience, uh, with a couple of weeks of linear buys. What I will say though is even older users are starting to shift pretty substantially. Especially, you know, in the last couple of years when I used to do my YouTube pitches, I always told, told the story of my father-in-Law who is a huge Elon Musk fan and watches a lot of documentaries about him on YouTube. And I would walk down one day and he's like an hour or two of this documentary that some college kid put together about, about how he's making rockets or whatever. They do a penetration across all the different age groups. And I do think that we're gonna continue to see a shift away, especially from cable time spent on cable and towards the streaming services, whether it's YouTube or or more of the down funnel servicesVinny Rinaldi: (15:15)As I stated earlier. You know, we reach everybody with a mouth. So every demographic needs to play a role in our media, both strategy spend, investment strategy, that's everything. Kyle, you kinda hit the nail on the head. It's what's happening between those environments is what's the shift what we're seeing. And I think the industry's seeing more and more, if you remove live news and sports from linear consumption, you're gonna see a drastic drop off in actual consumption habits. But you know, when you think about the purchase power right now, it shifted a little bit into the millennial group who are the bigger purchases, which is 71 million US people. We talk about Gen Z a lot. It's like, oh, they're the up and comers, they're people we have to talk to, but they're, you know, the people we don't have to spend that much time on, they're 68 million of them. So they're almost equivalent to a millennial generation. So we're gonna just wait for them to become purchasers. And I think that's a miss. So you've gotta show up in the moments or platforms that those consumption habits are happening by demo and then show up authentically to that audience so it's not, forget about one versus the other. It's how do you repeat the holistic picture across every platform and then deliver a communication strategy that resonates with those different audience groups. That's how we're working towards showing up across every platform.Kyle Smith: (16:34)And that's what's, that's so interesting to me. It's like the purchasing power in our world is a little bit different. You know, like in terms of voter people that actually vote, well one kids under the age of 18 cannot vote. So there's zero purchasing power. And I, I know that, I mean at least when I was in marketing school they, they taught us about how kids do have purchasing power, uh, when it comes to telling their parentsVinny Rinaldi: (16:51)They have influencing purchasing powerKyle Smith: (16:54)But in our world, you know, the, if you look at the millennial generation, you have a much higher voting percentage than it was 10 years ago. But it's still not anything close to 55 plus glad that we have the purchasing power in the millennial generation now though.Vinny Rinaldi: (17:06)I think it's that 13 to 18 group that's so key for us. As I said, the influencing power, everything, especially in our category, has become on demand. So I have the ability at 13 to use mom and dad's credit card tied to a DoorDash account and I'm gonna gain for the next five hours and I'm gonna order a bunch of things from seven 11 as we move into the future, five to 10 years from now, most of that generation will become now the voters but they don't wanna leave their house or they don't wanna go outta their way to go do something 'cause everything has come so easy to them by using a phone. How does the voter landscape change from either written ballots or in person to a truly secure ability to vote and get more buy-in into voting for a generation that is very used to just opening something up and hitting a buttonDamian Fowler: (17:59)We're throwing to the future here. Yeah, I mean Kyle, I dunno, what do you think, uh, do you think we're gonna get to that point?Kyle Smith: (18:04)I think Covid kind of changed the voting rules in a lot of states that make it easier to vote. I don't know if we'll ever get to the instant gratification level until, you know, maybe 50, a hundred years from now when we're voting on a blockchain and you get a vote coin and you spend it somewhere or something like that. So the convenience factor matters a lot and then it changes by state and almost by locality, right? If you live in a rural area and it's hard for you to get to the polling place 'cause it's a 10 mile drive versus it being half a mile down the street when you're dropping off your kids to school, that could make a difference as well. So it really just depends.Vinny Rinaldi: (18:35)I think that's really interesting because each state is adopting their own voter rules sounds very similar to each state adopting their own data privacy rules instead of thinking of a national basis and actually simplifying the ease for everyday people to utilize something. It's fascinating that we all continue to live by state, by state governed rules that are drastically different than just a national governing body to allow us to have a centralized ruling system to use, whether it's data privacy or voter rights. It's just, it's funny to watch that correlation between our two worlds.Kyle Smith: (19:09)Even sugar taxes, you know, some of the cities, I don't think it's gone after candy quite yet. True. But the uh, you know the Bloomberg rules around like the taxing soda and stuff and I think Philadelphia did it and then the sales increased outside of the Philadelphia like urban area like substantially for all those stores because you're able to get cheaper stuff. But that's interesting.Damian Fowler: (19:26)Kyle, you mentioned harder to reach audiences and I want to ask both of you, you know about that and how the programmatic marketplace makes it possible to reach those harder to reach audiences. I know at the top we joked about suburban housewives but you know, how granular can you get,Kyle Smith: (19:43)What is it 95% of people watch video whether it's linear or digital. So that does get you to a pretty high threshold the way I approach it. Like we have to deliver messages very quickly, right? So that's why I think you see political really lean into linear a lot 'cause you could get that mass reach in a day if you're buying the football games. Like if you're buying, you know, primetime on across all the all four networks and you have a presence there, you're gonna get to 50% reach pretty quickly. I think the hard part is honestly the other 50% on CTV and making sure that you're distributing that message to the person the one day a week they happen to be watching ad supported Hulu and they're not watching Netflix for example. That's where it gets more difficult. Having the centralized approach, making sure that you're maxing out the non-linear household reach if you're already buying a lot of linear is, is the hardest and most important thing that we have to do. We'll have maybe eight to 10 messages per candidate that we run and we want all eight to 10 of those messages to be seen by as many people as possible and we don't have as much time. I wish I had, you know, one or two month long campaigns that I could run behind these things to get that reach number, the incremental reach as high as we possibly can. But in reality it's, it's seven to 10 days. We just have to maximize thatVinny Rinaldi: (20:46)For Reeces. Again, reach everybody, everybody with a mouth, everybody wants to buy a Reeces, great. But then I go again down the portfolio, you've got variety brands in York peppermint patties, almond Joy, mounds. And so like how do you take those with much less spending power and find those pockets of opportunity? You know, for your, give you an example for York, one of the really cool unlocks we found was the snowbird effect sales actually increased 'cause York leans very heavily 55 plus really 65 plus and you see Northeast sales in the summer skew higher and then southeast sales skew higher in the winter and you're seeing the people as they move the consumer habits follow with them. So how do you heavy up in those markets during the seasons? So when you don't have a large bucket of money to go spend as a brand, you use data and insights in that way to be like really targeted hyper-focused on winning those key occasions for that consumer. Because again, at the end of the day you can only stretch a budget so far if you want to grow a business.Damian Fowler: (21:51)Fascinating that. So just to wrap it up, I guess I wanna ask each of you one question, you know the same question Kyle, what do you wish you could take from CPG land and Vinny, what do you wish you could take from political?Kyle Smith: (22:03)For me it'd be like two things. Like I think the permanence of the institutions. You know, you have the same kind of folks that'll work in marketing, the same agencies that run things for years, if not decades. Sometimes that makes it so that you have a lot of like earned experience and a lot of, you've gone through all this several times, you know what works, what, what doesn't. And I think kind of an informed approach every time politics is, you know, you have to start from the bottom and you build something up and then election day happens and that institution basically doesn't exist anymore and you have to start all over again for the next two years. So that'd be the first thing. And I think with that comes the advantages of being able to have more predictability. We don't have a ton of predictability in politics.Kyle Smith: (22:37)It's tough to know what my budget's gonna be. It's really tough for me to know what the news cycles are gonna look like next year without kind of that knowledge going in without knowing how much money you have, it makes it harder to do long-term planning. That's where I'm a little bit jealous of CPG land kind of wish, you know, knowing what your budget is a year and a half out I think would be awesome in our world if we were able to say that with certainty. But you know, it makes us scrappy and it makes it so that sometimes it's better than you expect and you get to have fun with it and sometimes it's a little bit worse and you just have to be smarter than the other guy.Vinny Rinaldi: (23:02)I would say almost the opposite in a way because I feel the marriage of branding and performance is so important to not separate the two, but to bring them together and the agility that the political landscape moves with is actually a blessing in disguise. Pricing aside the hyper target ability, the ability to show value really quickly is something that we lack because we don't own the end game. So like there, there's a part of that that's like, okay, well if you can be that hyper-focused and get a really quick outcome, how do you build that into a small percentage of your spending in the overall portfolio to be super agile, super hyper targeted, really focused on market analysis and then correlated to sales or in your case outcomes from an election. That to me is super exciting. It's something that we sometimes strive to do. You know, we used to have this motto that we're still trying to build out, but like, act like a CPG, think like a D to C, we don't own the end game, but how do you think really agile but come with the power of being a CPG. So I think what you bring to the table from a political landscape gives us just a little bit there to think about of like being super fast, nimble, and agile in a marketplace that changes so fast.Damian Fowler: (24:17)And that's it for this edition of the current podcast. We'll be back next week. The current podcast is produced by Wonder Media Network. Our theme is by loving caliber. The current podcast team includes Chris Brooklier and Kat Vesce. And remember,Kyle Smith: (24:30)If you're talking to one group of people 70 times, you have less money than to talk to the rest of the folks who may not be very heavy media consumers.Vinny Rinaldi: (24:37)Act like a CPG, think like a D to C.Damian Fowler: (24:40)And if you like what you hear, subscribe and leave a review. Also tune into our other podcast, the current report as we round up the week's biggest marketing headlines from across the open internet. I'm Damian and we'll see you next time.

Busted by surveillance cameras. By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda. [[MORE]] Hey, come to the locker room. I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute. On my way. I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus. As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get? When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me. Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me. "Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone. I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on. "So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty. Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down. We had been caught. As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play. My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace. How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this. Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble? "Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen. No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened. "Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda. Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear. "Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone. I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture. "So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked. I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye. "Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added. I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right? The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk. "Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me. I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women? Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both. "There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts. I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear. "I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said. I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake. "That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued. My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me. "But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry. That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. "So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin. I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking? Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face. "While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch. My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right. "You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone. For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection. "Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock. I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony. I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer. "I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again. What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it. "Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said. Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me. Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously. I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples. I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed. "Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said. She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts. "Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said. Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched. Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself. "Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone. The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole. "Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal. To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her. "Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure. That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well. I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled. She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her. Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile. I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym. I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad. I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly. Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright? To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought. Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then. It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk. Ok, we'll be there. Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side. I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly. When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay. Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them. I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach. "Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify. Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake. "Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned. Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty? "I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said. The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her. "I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued. Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me. Winter break was upon us. A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her. I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion. I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family. I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car. "Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat. "It's alright." I replied. It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to. Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it. More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Busted by surveillance cameras. By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda. [[MORE]] Hey, come to the locker room. I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute. On my way. I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus. As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get? When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me. Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me. "Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone. I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on. "So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty. Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down. We had been caught. As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play. My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace. How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this. Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble? "Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen. No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened. "Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda. Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear. "Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone. I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture. "So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked. I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye. "Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added. I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right? The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk. "Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me. I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women? Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both. "There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts. I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear. "I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said. I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake. "That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued. My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me. "But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry. That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. "So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin. I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking? Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face. "While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch. My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right. "You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone. For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection. "Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock. I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony. I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer. "I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again. What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it. "Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said. Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me. Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously. I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples. I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed. "Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said. She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts. "Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said. Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched. Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself. "Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone. The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole. "Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal. To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her. "Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure. That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well. I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled. She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her. Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile. I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym. I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad. I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly. Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright? To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought. Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then. It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk. Ok, we'll be there. Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side. I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly. When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay. Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them. I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach. "Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify. Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake. "Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned. Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty? "I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said. The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her. "I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued. Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me. Winter break was upon us. A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her. I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion. I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family. I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car. "Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat. "It's alright." I replied. It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to. Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it. More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Busted by surveillance cameras.By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn’t very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom.By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda.Hey, come to the locker room.I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I’d received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute.On my way.I replied to Amanda’s text as I quickly made my way across campus.As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn’t good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I’m pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get?When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach’s office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me.Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don’t tell me.“Come on in.” the coach said in a demanding tone.I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn’t ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on.“So, you’re the boy whose been distracting my girls.” the coach said with certainty.Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn’t feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda’s. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down.We had been caught.As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda’s phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach’s office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play.My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace.How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I’d made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother’s car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this.Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren’t there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble?“Care to explain all this?” the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen.No, I couldn’t explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened.“Alright, Amanda, you can leave now.” she said, looking to Amanda.Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear.“Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat.” she said in an authoritative tone.I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture.“So, you’re the headmistress’s son, Alan, huh?” she asked.I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye.“Well, don’t think that earns you any special treatment.” she added.I never expected it would. But honestly, I would’ve done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right?The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk.“Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened,” she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me.I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women?Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school’s name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don’t know why I’d never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn’t know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both.“There’s only one solution I can see to this problem.” she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts.I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear.“I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty.” she said.I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake.“That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn’t bother me, as the problem would be solved.” she continued.My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she’d treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she’d certainly disown me.“But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain’t right for them to dragged down because of you.” she went on, sounding a little angry.That’s when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls’ names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I’m a horny little piece of shit who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.“So I came up with an even better idea.” she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin.I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking?Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face.“While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes.” she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch.My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn’t all too sure I’d heard her right.“You heard me, boy. Take that thing out.” she said in a commanding tone.For whatever reason, I couldn’t disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection.“Hmm, you’re pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you.” she said, looking at my cock.I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls’ interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I’d come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly’s best friends, like I’d already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony.I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would’ve given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer.“I think it’s only fair if we see how well you can use that thing.” the coach finally spoke again.What’s that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I’m pretty sure she’s already seen how well I can use it.“Yeah, let’s see if you’re as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are.” she said.Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me.Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously.I’d never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples.I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed.“Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm” she said.She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts.“Well don’t stop now.” Coach Jones said.Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched.Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself.“Alright, enough foreplay, let’s see just how good a fuck you are.” she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone.The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl’s cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole.“Oh, damn, that is one big dick” she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal.To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I’d bottomed out in her.“Come on, white boy. Fuck me!” she exclaimed.It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I’ve got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs.“Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure.That’s not to say I wasn’t just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well.I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop.“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” Coach Jones finally yelled.She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her.Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I’d just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I’d participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn’t say anything.“Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda’s phone. Expect to hear from me again.” she said with a self-satisfied smile.I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym.I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad.I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly.Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright?To be honest, I didn’t have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn’t know how. However, this was one issue that couldn’t be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought.Gather the others and meet me in my room, I’m on my way there now, I’ll explain everything then.It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little “thing” but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk.Ok, we’ll be there.Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn’t be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side.I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I’d arranged the meeting, but I hadn’t really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn’t want to damage things with Molly.When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn’t even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn’t even know myself if things were really going to be okay.Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them.I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they’d surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach.“Alright, so I’m assuming you’ve all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?” I asked just to clarify.Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda’s face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake.“Yeah, but what’s gonna happen? How bad is it?” Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned.Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty?“I’ll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you’re probably blaming yourself for all this. Don’t, it’s not your fault. And I’m sure none of us here blame you.” I said.The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her.“I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?” I continued.Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me.Winter break was upon us.A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn’t decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don’t deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her.I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn’t see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That’s not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that’s happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn’t even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion.I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom’s car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn’t even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student’s families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That’s why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn’t wanted at home. So my mother’s sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she’d forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family.I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom’s car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car.“Hey sweetie, hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” she said as she sat in the driver seat.“It’s alright.” I replied.It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like “sweetie” and “honey.” Sure that’s how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn’t mind. It would just take a little while getting used to.Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I’ve made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I’ve been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn’t exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I’ve been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it.More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Busted by surveillance cameras.By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn’t very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom.By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda.Hey, come to the locker room.I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I’d received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute.On my way.I replied to Amanda’s text as I quickly made my way across campus.As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn’t good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I’m pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get?When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach’s office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me.Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don’t tell me.“Come on in.” the coach said in a demanding tone.I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn’t ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on.“So, you’re the boy whose been distracting my girls.” the coach said with certainty.Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn’t feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda’s. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down.We had been caught.As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda’s phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach’s office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play.My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace.How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I’d made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother’s car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this.Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren’t there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble?“Care to explain all this?” the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen.No, I couldn’t explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened.“Alright, Amanda, you can leave now.” she said, looking to Amanda.Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear.“Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat.” she said in an authoritative tone.I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture.“So, you’re the headmistress’s son, Alan, huh?” she asked.I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye.“Well, don’t think that earns you any special treatment.” she added.I never expected it would. But honestly, I would’ve done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right?The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk.“Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened,” she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me.I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women?Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school’s name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don’t know why I’d never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn’t know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both.“There’s only one solution I can see to this problem.” she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts.I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear.“I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty.” she said.I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake.“That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn’t bother me, as the problem would be solved.” she continued.My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she’d treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she’d certainly disown me.“But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain’t right for them to dragged down because of you.” she went on, sounding a little angry.That’s when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls’ names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I’m a horny little piece of shit who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.“So I came up with an even better idea.” she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin.I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking?Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face.“While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes.” she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch.My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn’t all too sure I’d heard her right.“You heard me, boy. Take that thing out.” she said in a commanding tone.For whatever reason, I couldn’t disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection.“Hmm, you’re pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you.” she said, looking at my cock.I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls’ interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I’d come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly’s best friends, like I’d already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony.I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would’ve given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer.“I think it’s only fair if we see how well you can use that thing.” the coach finally spoke again.What’s that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I’m pretty sure she’s already seen how well I can use it.“Yeah, let’s see if you’re as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are.” she said.Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me.Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously.I’d never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples.I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed.“Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm” she said.She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts.“Well don’t stop now.” Coach Jones said.Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched.Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself.“Alright, enough foreplay, let’s see just how good a fuck you are.” she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone.The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl’s cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole.“Oh, damn, that is one big dick” she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal.To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I’d bottomed out in her.“Come on, white boy. Fuck me!” she exclaimed.It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I’ve got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs.“Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure.That’s not to say I wasn’t just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well.I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop.“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” Coach Jones finally yelled.She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her.Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I’d just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I’d participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn’t say anything.“Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda’s phone. Expect to hear from me again.” she said with a self-satisfied smile.I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym.I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad.I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly.Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright?To be honest, I didn’t have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn’t know how. However, this was one issue that couldn’t be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought.Gather the others and meet me in my room, I’m on my way there now, I’ll explain everything then.It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little “thing” but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk.Ok, we’ll be there.Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn’t be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side.I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I’d arranged the meeting, but I hadn’t really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn’t want to damage things with Molly.When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn’t even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn’t even know myself if things were really going to be okay.Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them.I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they’d surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach.“Alright, so I’m assuming you’ve all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?” I asked just to clarify.Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda’s face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake.“Yeah, but what’s gonna happen? How bad is it?” Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned.Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty?“I’ll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you’re probably blaming yourself for all this. Don’t, it’s not your fault. And I’m sure none of us here blame you.” I said.The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her.“I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?” I continued.Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me.Winter break was upon us.A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn’t decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don’t deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her.I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn’t see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That’s not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that’s happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn’t even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion.I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom’s car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn’t even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student’s families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That’s why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn’t wanted at home. So my mother’s sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she’d forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family.I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom’s car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car.“Hey sweetie, hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” she said as she sat in the driver seat.“It’s alright.” I replied.It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like “sweetie” and “honey.” Sure that’s how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn’t mind. It would just take a little while getting used to.Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I’ve made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I’ve been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn’t exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I’ve been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it.More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

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Busted by surveillance cameras. By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda. [[MORE]] Hey, come to the locker room. I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute. On my way. I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus. As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get? When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me. Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me. "Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone. I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on. "So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty. Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down. We had been caught. As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play. My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace. How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this. Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble? "Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen. No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened. "Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda. Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear. "Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone. I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture. "So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked. I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye. "Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added. I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right? The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk. "Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me. I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women? Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both. "There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts. I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear. "I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said. I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake. "That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued. My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me. "But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry. That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. "So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin. I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking? Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face. "While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch. My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right. "You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone. For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection. "Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock. I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony. I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer. "I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again. What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it. "Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said. Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me. Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously. I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples. I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed. "Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said. She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts. "Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said. Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched. Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself. "Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone. The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole. "Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal. To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her. "Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure. That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well. I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled. She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her. Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile. I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym. I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad. I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly. Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright? To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought. Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then. It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk. Ok, we'll be there. Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side. I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly. When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay. Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them. I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach. "Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify. Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake. "Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned. Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty? "I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said. The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her. "I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued. Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me. Winter break was upon us. A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her. I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion. I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family. I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car. "Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat. "It's alright." I replied. It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to. Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it. More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Busted by surveillance cameras. By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda. [[MORE]] Hey, come to the locker room. I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute. On my way. I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus. As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get? When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me. Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me. "Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone. I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on. "So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty. Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down. We had been caught. As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play. My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace. How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this. Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble? "Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen. No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened. "Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda. Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear. "Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone. I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture. "So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked. I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye. "Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added. I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right? The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk. "Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me. I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women? Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both. "There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts. I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear. "I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said. I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake. "That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued. My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me. "But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry. That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. "So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin. I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking? Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face. "While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch. My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right. "You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone. For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection. "Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock. I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony. I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer. "I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again. What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it. "Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said. Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me. Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously. I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples. I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed. "Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said. She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts. "Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said. Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched. Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself. "Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone. The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole. "Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal. To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her. "Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure. That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well. I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled. She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her. Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile. I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym. I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad. I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly. Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright? To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought. Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then. It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk. Ok, we'll be there. Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side. I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly. When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay. Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them. I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach. "Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify. Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake. "Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned. Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty? "I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said. The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her. "I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued. Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me. Winter break was upon us. A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her. I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion. I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family. I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car. "Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat. "It's alright." I replied. It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to. Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it. More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Busted by surveillance cameras. By Cheat105. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Molly then left the room and I found myself feeling a little sad to see her go. But I knew it was best. After all, it being only around 8 on a Sunday morning, most everyone else was bound to still be asleep, so she could slip back in her room unnoticed. With nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and shower, convenient considering the time. I put on my boxers from the night before, as I couldn't very well walk down the hall naked, grabbed a fresh change of clothes along with a towel and my shampoo and stuff then headed down the hall to the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, everyone else was still asleep. I just returned to my room and got on my computer. I logged into Netflix and had just queued up a show to watch when I received a text on my phone, it was from Amanda. [[MORE]] Hey, come to the locker room. I read the text and thought. I guess some people were still awake. Obviously, me being a young man with my hormones going crazy, I jumped at the opportunity that this text offered. I'd received many texts like this over the past couple of months after all. I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and was out the door in less than a minute. On my way. I replied to Amanda's text as I quickly made my way across campus. As I walked across campus, I had a chance to think about everything. This weekend had started off rather rough, what with seeing Maria again and my mini panic attack that followed. Then the next day, on Saturday, I finally got a long overdue apology from Mom. As if that wasn't good enough, I then had the best sex of my life with the girl I'm pretty fucking fond of on that very same night. And now, I was on my way to have even more great sex with the smoking hot Amanda. How much better could my life get? When I got to the gym, I entered and walked across the floor to the locker room at the other end, eager for what awaited me. I walked into the locker room, not seeing Amanda when I first walked in, I figured she must already be back in the area with the mats. I walked past the lockers and stopped dead in my tracks when I was about to walk by the coach's office. I turned slowly and looked, fear immediately set in when I saw Amanda in the office and the volleyball coach sitting at her desk, staring daggers at me. Oh, fuck. I said to myself. Don't tell me. "Come on in." the coach said in a demanding tone. I nervously stepped into her office, I was almost shaking. Amanda didn't ever bother to look at me. She just stared at the floor, her cheeks and ears blood red. I stood there, completely silent, wondering what was going on. "So, you're the boy whose been distracting my girls." the coach said with certainty. Before I even had a chance to respond, the coach reached to the computer monitor on her desk and turned it so the screen was facing me. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I saw. It was surveillance camera footage of the locker room, specifically the equipment area, where the girls and I usually did the deed. She clicked through about a dozen different clips, each of them featuring me and one of the girls. It was like watching a montage of my greatest hits, only now it didn't feel so great. My heart sank. My cheeks and ears burned and turned the same shade of red as Amanda's. In an instant, my whole world came crashing down. We had been caught. As far as I could figure, the coach had lured me to the locker room using Amanda's phone. Either way, there I was standing in the volleyball coach's office, my face surely twisted in horror, as she played surveillance footage on her computer. Amanda continued to sit and stare at the floor, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined she had similar look to me. Meanwhile, the coach just sat back in her chair, staring daggers at me as she let the clips play. My whole world was slowing burning down around me. It was like the bullshit in my old school all over again. I was silently hoping and praying that I would wake from this horrible nightmare, but alas, this was reality, there was no solace. How could I have been so stupid? I continuously questioned myself. I made all the same kind of mistakes I'd made back in my old school. To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, jump in my mother's car and drive as far away from this place as possible. But I knew better now, there was no escaping this. Then another thought finally crossed my mind. Why the fuck were there surveillance cameras in a locker room? I mean, aren't there supposed to be laws against that? Could I use this revelation as leverage to get out of trouble? "Care to explain all this?" the coach finally broke the silence, gesturing to the screen. No, I couldn't explain it. There was no explanation to give, it all just kind of happened. "Alright, Amanda, you can leave now." she said, looking to Amanda. Amanda silently and hesitantly rose from her seat and left the office. Then it was just me and the coach, and honestly it was a bit worrisome. I mean, what the hell was gonna happen now? I waited in fear. "Now then, go ahead and take a seat. I wanna have a little chat." she said in an authoritative tone. I promptly obeyed and took a seat in front of her desk, awaiting what was surely going to be a long inflammatory lecture. "So, you're the headmistress's son, Alan, huh?" she asked. I nodded my head, still nervous to even look this woman in the eye. "Well, don't think that earns you any special treatment." she added. I never expected it would. But honestly, I would've done just about anything to have my mom come and rescue me. I knew there was no chance of that, but hey, a guy can hope, right? The coach then stood up from her chair and walked around to the front her desk. "Enrolling a boy in this school, what was that woman thinking? I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened," she said, sounding strangely proud of herself, as she leaned her ass against the edge of desk, looking down on me. I wanted to jump to my mother's defense upon hearing her be disparaged like that, but something kept me from speaking. I looked up at the woman towering over me, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked from this angle. Was I attracted to powerful women? Coach Jones, Valerie was her first name I think, she was actually quite beautiful. She was a tall black woman, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had long black wavy hair that she wore in a ponytail almost all the time. Her body was curvy, yet still had an athletic build. Her usual outfit around campus was a t-shirt with the school's name on it, a pair of short gym shorts, and a pair tennis shoes. I could tell that hidden beneath that shirt was a sizable rack, double-d at the very least. And those shorts did little to conceal her big round firm ass. Honestly I don't know why I'd never taken notice of her before. She was without a doubt a sexy woman, but also had quite the imposing image as well. Her whole vibe was rather authoritarian. I didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, perhaps a mixture of both. "There's only one solution I can see to this problem." she started speaking again, dragging me away from my thoughts. I continued staring up at her as she spoke, still frozen in silence and fear. "I know I should report this to your mother and the rest of the faculty." she said. I was already filled with worry, but upon hearing that, I began to shake. "That would of course result in your expulsion, which doesn't bother me, as the problem would be solved." she continued. My head was immediately overflown with horrific thoughts of me being kicked out of yet another school. Sure, my mother had already apologized for how she'd treated me after the bullshit from before, but if I was expelled from another school, her school to be make it even worse, then she'd certainly disown me. "But, that would also mean the girls getting expelled. I like those girls, it ain't right for them to dragged down because of you." she went on, sounding a little angry. That's when the guilt set in. Forget what would happen to me. The girls' names would be dragged through the mud and their futures ruined. All because I'm a horny little piece of shit who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. "So I came up with an even better idea." she said, her frown slowly turning to a mischievous grin. I looked up at her with a look of confusion on my face. A better idea? I repeated that part in my head. What the hell was she thinking? Without saying anything further, Coach Jones walked around behind me. I grew even more confused when she shut the door to her office and locked, she then proceeded to close the blinds on her office windows before returning to her desk, that sly grin still on her face. "While I was going over that footage, I happened to notice that you got a pretty decent sized dick. So go ahead and whip that thing out for me, I wanna see it with my own eyes." she said, her deep beautiful brown eyes dropping directly to my already bulging crotch. My eyes grew wide and my jaw hit the floor. I wasn't all too sure I'd heard her right. "You heard me, boy. Take that thing out." she said in a commanding tone. For whatever reason, I couldn't disobey her. The next thing I knew, I was standing up from the chair I was sitting in. Standing now, I noticed that even with the way she was leaning against her desk, she was still a few inches taller than me. As if driven by an outside force, my hands seemed to move on their own as I began to undo my pants. She stared at my crotch, her head nodding slowly, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Still unsure that I was even controlling my own actions, I then pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion, freeing my already rock hard erection. "Hmm, you're pretty well hung, for a white boy. I see why them girls were so crazy for you." she said, looking at my cock. I nervously blushed at her compliment. Though, I suppose I was also a bit offended that she inferred the girls' interest in me was based on my endowment. After all, I was certain that at least Molly and I shared a real connection that went beyond the physical. Of course, I also saw the irony in that. I mean, there I was thinking about my feelings for Molly, yet I was standing before her volleyball coach exposing myself and on top of that the only reason I'd come to the locker room in the first place was to have sex with one of Molly's best friends, like I'd already done numerous times before with her friends. Talk about some fucked up irony. I was still extremely confused by the whole situation. I stood there, frozen, with my hard cock exposed as Coach Jones just stared at it slowly nodding her head. What the hell was she thinking? I kept asking myself. I would've given anything to know, and I was soon to get my answer. "I think it's only fair if we see how well you can use that thing." the coach finally spoke again. What's that supposed to mean? I asked myself. She saw the surveillance footage, so I'm pretty sure she's already seen how well I can use it. "Yeah, let's see if you're as good a fuck as those girls seem to think you are." she said. Before I could even react to her statement, she began removing her t-shirt, exposing a sexy black lacy bra. It was beginning to be increasingly more difficult to feel confused and uneasy with the enticing image that stood before me. Coach Jones then reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting the straps slowly slide off of her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor revealing a perfectly symmetrical pair of gigantic light chocolate globes. Each of her two breasts were capped with a large areola, that were of a darker shade of brown than the skin surrounding them. Protruding from her areolas were her perky nipples, they reminded me of Hershey Kisses, but less pointy, obviously. I'd never been with a black girl. Never had anything against the idea, just never really thought about it much. But god damn, I was so turned on by the half-naked beauty in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and start sucking on those chocolate nipples. I watched as her big juicy tits jiggled with every slight movement she made. I could no longer hold back, finally overcome by lust, my baser instincts took over. I quickly took a step towards her and just about dove into her rack. I immediately began ferociously kissing and licking all over those glorious mounds. I found one of her nipples and latched onto it, sucking the erect nub into my mouth. I was like a man possessed. "Oh damn, I love that enthusiasm" she said. She let a moan as I sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. I continued sucking on her nipples until I was satisfied. I then removed my mouth from her breasts and began trailing kisses down her firm milky chocolate abdomen. I was ready for the main course. And judging by her moans, so was she. I kissed down to her belly button and stopped just above her shorts. "Well don't stop now." Coach Jones said. Not that I needed the extra encouragement, but it did help. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began pulling them down past her hips and voluptuous ass, revealing a pair panties that matched the black lacy bra. She removed the shorts the rest of the way, pulling them down her legs and past her shoes. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well, where they became bunched up at her ankles, her shoes keeping them from coming off the rest of the way. I took a moment admire her as she worked the panties over her shoes. I marveled at her curvaceous light chocolate ass jiggling with each movement she made. Her crotch was bare and her cunt looked as though it had never been touched. Coach Jones sat on her desk and leaned back, planting her hands behind her to brace herself. "Alright, enough foreplay, let's see just how good a fuck you are." she said in a weird mix of commanding and seductive tone. The whole seductive authoritarian thing was certainly working for her. I let my pants and boxers fall down around my ankles and quickly worked them over my shoes. I stepped out of them and took a step closer to my prize as she spread her legs to invite me. I grabbed her hips and began smearing the tip of my rock hard cock along her juicy wet slit. The outsides of her cunt lips were a slightly darker shade of brown, but as my cock parted her lips I saw that the inside was just as pink as any other girl's cunt. She yelped as I shoved my cock into her dripping wet hole. "Oh, damn, that is one big dick" she said in surprise as she felt my thickness enter her love canal. To my surprise, she was tight. Either way, it felt good to complimented by her and it urged me on. I began driving my cock into her cunt as it slowly loosened to accept more of me. She moaned as inch after inch of my hard on disappeared into her tight wet snatch. Before long I'd bottomed out in her. "Come on, white boy. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. It was odd being called white boy in the middle of sex, but I've got to admit, it turned me on. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed my cock back into her cunt, fast and hard. I repeated that several more times, each time increasing my speed and force until I was thrusting in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could. Coach Jones responded to all this by moaning and squealing at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled, lost in the throes of pleasure. That's not to say I wasn't just as lost. I drilled away at her like a savage beast. The only sounds were that of her moaning and yelling, my heavy breathing, and the ambient sounds of our respective sexual organs clashing. Honestly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I hoped she was close as well. I was beginning to feel exhausted as I kept the same pace for an extended period. But I never slowed, after all, the sensation of her warm wet cunt pulsating around my shaft with each thrust felt way too good to stop. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Coach Jones finally yelled. She wrapped her muscular legs around my back and held me deep inside her as her hot fluids washed over my cock. Her body began to spasm and that was all I could take before I began erupting a fountain of my seed into her. Neither of us took any time to revel in the afterglow, as both of us knew what this was about, it was sex and nothing more. She began putting her clothes back on and I did the same, both of us remained silent the whole time; which gave me just enough time to realize how wrong this all was. I'd just had sex with the volleyball coach in her office, not only that, I noticed the ring on her finger. I'd participated in adultery, that startling revelation sent an immediate guilt washing over me. I quickly finished getting dressed then made for the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything. "Oh, by the way, I got your number from Amanda's phone. Expect to hear from me again." she said with a self-satisfied smile. I had nothing to say to that, I just left her office in a hurry. And when I exited the locker room into the gym, I almost broke out in a sprint to the exit across the gym. I tried to keep my composure as I made the long stroll across campus. I walked, filled with a sense of dread and guilt, and shame. What the fuck? I questioned myself over and over again, never able to form an answer. This is all so fucked, I said to myself. How could I ever let things get so out of hand? I was driving myself mad. I then received a text on my phone, momentarily drawing me away from the chaos that was my mind. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked it, the text was from Molly. Hey, I just heard from Amanda, what the hell happened exactly? Is everything alright? To be honest, I didn't have a good answer for her, I knew she was just concerned for me and I wanted more than anything to put her at ease, but I didn't know how. However, this was one issue that couldn't be ignored, I have learned from at least one of my mistakes. I quickly replied to the text after some thought. Gather the others and meet me in my room, I'm on my way there now, I'll explain everything then. It was finally time that I sat down with the girls and discussed things. I could not put this off any longer. I of course, worried that with the current circumstances this meeting with the girls could result in the end of our little "thing" but I also knew how dire it was that we all talk. Ok, we'll be there. Molly promptly replied to the text. Luckily, with the time being barely noon, it wouldn't be overly suspicious for the girls to be hanging out in my room, so that was one bright side. I continued making my way to the dorm, trying to get my thoughts in order. Trying to figure out exactly what it was I was going to say to the girls. I'd arranged the meeting, but I hadn't really thought much beyond that. In all honesty, I knew that calling the whole harem thing off was probably for the best, to avoid further incident, but that was the last thing I wanted. I especially didn't want to damage things with Molly. When I finally got to my dorm room, Molly and the others were already waiting in the hall, talking amongst themselves. They all looked just as worried as I felt. As I walked up to them, they all greeted me with concerned looks. Amanda still couldn't even look at me. I immediately wanted to put them all at ease, but again, I didn't know what to say. And I didn't want to lie to them and tell them everything would okay, after all I didn't even know myself if things were really going to be okay. Deciding not to say anything, I unlocked and opened my door, and gestured for them to follow me in. I shut the door behind us, also checking to make sure nobody saw us, just in case. When I turned around to face the room, I saw that the girls had all taken a seat on my bed, so I walked over and sat in my computer chair and spun in it to face them. I sat there looking at them, with them looking back at me. The room was dead silent, I was halfway tempted to turn on some music just to ease the tension a bit, but this was not the time for levity. This was serious and needed to be treated as such. I opted instead to get my thoughts in order. I knew that with how close they all were, they'd surely heard from Amanda about the volleyball coach. "Alright, so I'm assuming you've all heard from Amanda, about us being caught?" I asked just to clarify. Erin and Katie both nodded in the affirmative, confirming my assumption. Amanda's face turned blood red as she stared at the floor, obviously a nervous wreck. I was just as nervous as she, but I decided that I should at least appear to be strong, for their sake. "Yeah, but what's gonna happen? How bad is it?" Molly asked, sounding and looking concerned. Seeing how clearly not okay Amanda was, I knew that I needed to say something to ease her torment a little. I mean, she looked absolutely crushed with guilt. After all, Coach Jones had pretty much used her to lure me into a trap, how could she not feel guilty? "I'll get to that in a sec, but first, Amanda, I know you're probably blaming yourself for all this. Don't, it's not your fault. And I'm sure none of us here blame you." I said. The other 3 girls all chimed in as well, giving her hugs and reassuring her. "I mean, how were any of us supposed to know there were cameras in the locker room?" I continued. Molly, Erin, and Katie nodded in agreement as they continued to console their friend. It actually made me a bit envious seeing how much they all cared about one another. I never had friends like that, all mine turned their backs on me. Winter break was upon us. A few weeks had passed since that weekend. That damn weekend, there were so many ups and downs. Luckily, Coach Jones hadn't decided to report us, probably had something to do with my regular visits to her office since that day. As long as I kept her happy, the girls and I were able to keep up our thing. The girls and I continued to meet in the locker room to have our fun, even though we knew the coach had kept the cameras running and recording us, we figured it best that we don't deprive her of her little show. Maria and I also kept in contact since she left, via text and the occasional phone call. I still worried about her with her parents, but she seemed alright anytime I was talking to her. I would be spending winter break at home with my family, and the girls would be spending it with their respective families as well; which means, I wouldn't see them for a couple of weeks, I was none too thrilled about it. Not to mention the idea of spending a couple of weeks with my family seemed rather unappealing, to say the least. That's not to say I dislike my family, but given everything that's happened, it was sure to be extremely awkward. I wasn't even sure if mom had told the rest of the family that Maria had revealed the truth to her. As far as I knew, the rest of the family still wanted nothing to do with me. But alas, my mother had insisted that the whole family be there for the holidays, some sort of pseudo Campbell family reunion. I had packed enough stuff for the break and was loading it into the back of mom's car as I waited for her to finish up a few things in her office. It was the first day of winter break, though given it was a Monday, I suppose the weekend technically counted, so third day? Either way, pretty much all the other students had left already. I was bored and couldn't even call Molly or any of the others, because they were on flights back home at the time. You see, most of the student's families lived in a different city, a lot of them in a different state entirely. That's why they lived in the dorms on campus. My mother lived maybe an hour or so away from the school, but the reason I was living away from home is because I wasn't wanted at home. So my mother's sudden urge to reunite the family for the holidays caught me off guard. I know she'd forgiven me after hearing the truth, but she had to know how awkward it was gonna be with the rest of the family. I was sitting in the passenger seat of mom's car messing around on my phone as I waited for mom to finish up. Finally after a little over 10 minutes mom got to the car. "Hey sweetie, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." she said as she sat in the driver seat. "It's alright." I replied. It still felt a little weird having mom call me things like "sweetie" and "honey." Sure that's how she always used to refer to me, but that stopped immediately after the whole Maria fiasco. I know she was just trying to get things back to the way they were before, so I didn't mind. It would just take a little while getting used to. Most of the car ride was spent making small talk, mom asking me how school has been, if I've made friends, that sort of stuff. I answered her questions as best I could, even though her being the headmistress of the school, she already knew how I've been doing in school, and as far as friends, I couldn't exactly tell her the whole truth there considering what I've been doing with my friends for the past several months. I knew she was just trying to make things normal again, so I went along with it. More of this story is published at the index of Cheat105 for Literotica.

Welcome back to Season 2 of Stop Ruining My Childhood! The Princess Bride began as a satirical novel by William Goldman in the mid 1980s. In 1987, it was made into a film with a script written by Goldman and directed by Rob Reiner. The movie had a 16 million dollar budget and brought in about 30 million in revenue, but soon found a huge audience in VHS and DVD releases and became a cult classic.  Before digging into the history of the story and our memories of both the book and the film, we talk about Hershey's Kisses! What other snack could we revisit for this romantic "kissing book" movie? Steve recalls going to Hershey, Pennsylvania, Megan recalls trying to find the unedited version of Goldman's novel, and we both enjoy watching the movie that won our award for "Best Date Night Film.    Links to listen can be found at https://www.stopruiningmychildhood.com/  Visit our Patreon page for exclusive bonus episodes at www.patreon.com/stopruiningmychildhood 

An Episode inspired by this week's sermon from Romans 16, where, along with copious amounts of banter, we discuss topics such as: -Women Deacons? -How many apostles were there? -Kissing before marriage? -Are we going to get arrested for calling a Mexican restaurant? --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/productsofgrace/support

HAPPY HALLOWEEN PIGS!Dan talks about the new Halloween ends movie, his favorite Halloween movie picks, and Black Adam.And of course - We HAVE to address the Kanye in the room. It's disgusting seeing everything go down with him and he should be held accountable for his actions.I think for the health of this country,  it's very important we start looking to more positive figures in the entertainment industry for our moral compass. The icons of today like Ezra Miller and Jeffery Dahmer.Hope everyone has a great holiday and stays safe from all the fentanyl laced Hershey Kisses! WE'RE LIVING IN HELL! :) TIMECODES:Halloween Ends (spoiler free): 1:29Black Adam (spoiler free): 17:21Ye: 41:15Next Round On Me Social MediaJoin our Patreon for exclusive perks!Music By: Andy Rinaldi - Tasker Morris Sounds

Join us for episode 84 as we celebrated the birthday of the late great Kobe Bryant, President Joe Biden's student loan forgiveness plan, Kevin Durant's Nets Drama, Diddy's "Is RNB Dead?" take, the infamous video of Ginuwine & Kevin Gates, Freddie Gibbs vs. Benny The Butcher, and Celebritis's PPP loans forgiven. Plus More! This week for our special toxic segment, we are joined by Hershey Kisses as we discuss whether you would rather cheat on your partner or snitch on your best friend, what happens when your partner has a dream of you cheating, and our apology languages. But, of course, you don't want to miss out on this episode. Song of The Week Tank - I Deserve Tank - Can't Let It Show Tank - Dirty Vedo - Soon As I Get Home Kalan.Frfr - Going Through Things LaRussell - 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's As always, #THISMIGHTNOTGOWELL Tune in! - Brezzy & Slick P.S. Don't forget to join our Patreon page for exclusive content such as access to our discord server & special toxic segments.

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The debate is ON!! In today's episode we have a serious not so serious debate about Polygamy and why it may or may not be suited for 2 of the ladies of the crew, BUT in the end, will there be a change of heart? You gotta check out the episode to see, we also touch on some recent events that have come up in today's world we live in and express just how we feel about it. 

Episode 54 covers an array of topics ranging from a pillow that has changed my life to talk of facial brushes to woes of summer approaching and kids are out of school soon....oh my! Thank you for visiting and hope you find value in this episode! Make sure to subscribe/follow the podcast, so that new episodes automatically show up in your podcast app. Enjoy! Pondering Purchases Have you seen a Hydrotap faucet by Zip Water……this thing is a faucet that offers filtered boiling, chilled, or sparkling water and in any combination of those. Listen…it doesn't even have the price on the website….yikes. u know it's pricey but hey…i just dropped a ton of money on a mattress…maybe this is your mattress. Paired….it's an app for couples. you can only see their answer   Trying sleep number variacool contour pillow - i am liking it so far. I do think it has tremendously helped me. TrueGlow facial brush..returned it. Loving amazon basics 3 shelf adjustable shelving unit peanut- app to help women find mom friends A safe space for women to meet and find support Connect with women who are at a similar stage in life–from fertility, pregnancy and motherhood through to menopause. News Krispy Kreme every wed until May 4th …called "donut deflation" There is a limit of two dozen at the promotional price at participating shops nationwide at the drive-thru and for pick-up by ordering online and through the Krispy Kreme app. a dozen of donuts is being priced as the national average price of a gallon of regular gasoline in the United States Epic and Lego partner to build a metaverse for kids- whatever they design is going to be a family-friendly virtual space from the beginning. Hershey Kisses may become official state candy of Pennsylvania. originated with a middle school social studies project Dave & Buster's is acquiring Main Event, but they are keeping the same name. You can order custom fit Amazon shirts. To use Made for You, the customer will measure their body with the Amazon app. They'll first enter their height, weight, body style, and upload two photos. Made for You's 3D scan technology will then use this data to determine the customer's body measurements. Of course, those who had already ordered from Made for You in the past don't have to repeat the process to buy the new shirt — they can just customize their new shirt and place an order. As customers browse the various style options on the service, they can also visualize the fit of the shirt on an avatar through Made for You's virtual try-on technology. This gives them a better idea of what the clothing would look like on their own body. Walmart launched AI powered virtual clothing ….pick your model, enter weight, and height then you scroll to see who you best identify with.

College life can be funny. Today, I'm telling you all the hilarious stories from my time in college. From that one time my crush called me out (yikes) to an almost-failed attempt at a fall giveaway, these are some of my most memorable - and cringe - moments from my freshman, sophomore and junior years. I hope you get a kick out of it! links! sign up for my newsletter! https://www.cestlamepodcast.com/p/newsletter/ get my merch! https://www.teepublic.com/stores/cest-la-me?ref_id=20924    rate the podcast on Apple Podcasts! https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/cest-la-me/id1512802495 subscribe on YouTube! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCK7KrMZB_-Fkdd9aAnX82hQ/ join the Discord! https://discord.gg/aRT49FK7sR follow me on GoodPods! https://goodpods.app.link/XoAOpA7dvlb check out my website! https://www.cestlamepodcast.com/ follow my Pinterest! https://pin.it/7nAUO0y email me! bonjourcestlame@gmail.com Laughing Disaster podcast: https://youtu.be/bBMhuqf9RwY --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cestlame/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cestlame/support

Welcome to Knead to Know, your go-to podcast getting to the bottom of baking trends, baking entertainment, and more! Listen as Gina Brazão, a learning baker, pairs up with professional chef Gemma Stafford from Bigger Bolder Baking and her years of expertise to ask the questions everyone wants to know when it comes to the world's favorite pastime. Here's what on this brand new episode:The Death Of The Yellow Cake: Are yellow cakes out of fashion? Are they dry & awful? Can Gemma remember the last good yellow cake she's had? She can, and she's about to stand up for them.Cake Flour: You can make your own — and it really does work for making cakes. Perfect timing because the Bold Baking Academy will have a course on cakes very shortly.Frosting: Gemma has favorites, Gina has favorites, so let's talk frosting when it comes to cake.Cleaning Cooling Racks: Gemma has a secret to tell you about this. It's groundbreaking.Soy Sauce In Brownies: Why not? Salty and sweet work. Team Mayo: Gemma & Gina are about to have words over this.Hershey Kisses & Raw Eggs: This week's Grain of Salt!Ask Gemma And More!SUBSCRIBE to the Bold Baking Academy here!Fans: please rate and review! If you leave a 5-star review, it might be read on the next episode!Get more Bigger Bolder Baking and the Bold Baking Network!Website: www.biggerbolderbaking.comYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/GemmaStaffordFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/BiggerBolderBakingInstagram: www.instagram.com/biggerbolderbakingTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@biggerbolderbakingWe'd love to feature your brand! Contact kevin@biggerbolderbaking.com for advertising and sponsorship opportunities with the subject “K2K Sponsor”ABOUT GEMMA STAFFORDGemma Stafford is an Irish-born chef, best-selling cookbook author, and host of the hit online baking show Bigger Bolder Baking. Gemma helps anyone bake with confidence anytime, anywhere with her chef-tested recipes and techniques that take the fear out of baking. Her videos have been viewed more than 350 million times and she has more than 8 million fans (“Bold Bakers”) online. She has been featured on numerous TV shows and as a guest judge on the Food Network's Best Baker in America and Nailed It! on Netflix. Every day Gemma connects with her millions of fans online via YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, and her website www.biggerbolderbaking.com. She lives in Santa Monica, California with her husband and producer, Kevin, new baby, George, and dog, Waffles.ABOUT THE BOLD BAKING NETWORKThe Bold Baking Network is your #1 authority for everything baking. The Network is led by Chef Gemma Stafford, co-creator & host of Bigger Bolder Baking, and co-creator & Executive Producer Kevin Kurtz. Our mission is to bring you the most diverse voices from baking experts and enthusiasts to help anyone bake with confidence anytime, anywhere. Our purpose is to bring YOU #baking #bakingpodcast #boldbakingacademy #frosting #cleaning

Episode 50 is here! If you're an Amazon Prime Member, your membership fee is going up! I also talk through my daughter's preference of shoes, some purchases I'm pondering, trying, and loving. And, of course, some consumer news with a little Valentine's twist that is relevant to you....a MOM. If you found any value out of this show, please consider sharing with a friend. They need more light-hearted content in their life!! SHOW NOTES: This post contains affiliate links. You don't pay any extra, and I earn a small commission. I'd also like to call attention if prices I mentioned in this episode were prices I paid at the current time and may not reflect the prices you would pay at the time of reading or listening to this. Laura Lesson Don't place your child's shoes by the fireplace. Asics Jolt 3PS Pondering Purchases MuteMe let's you physically know if you are on mute or not. Important for the summer time. Frump Fighters- easy guides that take the guess work out of your wardrobe. Privacy curtains for bunk beds Trying Laundry Cup Caddy I found at Walmart in dollar section..it was $3. Looks like this Tumaz Wobble Cushion- supposed to improve posture, but using it as stability balance disc for physical therapy Bunch of snow gear Loving Barnana Plantain chips with Joe T Garcia salsa My red wine of choice. To view the winery click here. To view the bottle click here: Chateau Ste Michelle Cabernet Sauvignon Loving girls being in school and scared for the summer…already! Consumer News Amazon Prime is increasing pricing by $20 for annual memberships. It'll go in effect 2/18/22 for new members and the new price for existing Prime Members will apply after March 25, 2022 on the date of their next renewal. If you're not a member, click here for the details Benefits of AmazonPrime Candyindustry.com revealed it's list of top valentines candy by state….Texas was Hershey Kisses. I kinda liked Alabama's with them coming in with candy necklaces. Heart shaped boxes of chocolates were the favorite overall, then conversation hearts, and M&Ms came in 3rd place. Read article here Panera is giving away Baguette diamond rings in bread bowl boxes. It's a combination Super Bowl and Valentine's Day promotion. So, starting February 14th 2022, you can enter on social media. 22 winners will receive a lab grown sparkling, baguette-cut ring complemented by glistening, smaller stones packaged in a customized ring box inspired by Panera's beloved Bread Bowl" along with a year of free coffee through the chain's Unlimited Sip Club coffee subscription service. Promotion details  

This is the last episode of the season, where Linden and Layton finish up the first year of hard crack by talking about another holiday classic, the Hershey Kiss. They also tread down some side tangents like they usually do. Thank you for all the support during the first year and we look forward to sharing more candy with you in 2022 If you have a topic suggestion or want to get a hold of us, here are a few ways | email: hardcrack@lindenaho.com | Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hardcrackpodcast | Linden's Twitter: https://twitter.com/lindenaho | Layton's Twitter: https://twitter.com/laytonaho --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/hard-crack/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/hard-crack/support

As the spooky season comes to a close, we take a look at Monster Squad! It's like the monster all star team up in here, and I ain't talkin' about the Monstars! Plus, Mark and Krista take a bloody bite into Hershey Kisses!

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Pamela Whitenack, Director Emeritus of the Hershey Community Archives, joins Tim to talk about the story behind Hershey, the iconic candy brand, the company and the small town in Pennsylvania, all the vision of one man, Milton S. Hershey. This episode is an Encore Presentation of another one of our listeners' favorite episodes. It was originally released on April 22, 2019. https://traffic.libsyn.com/secure/shapingopinion/Encore_A_Hershey_Story.mp3 If I were to say the word “Hershey,” to you, most likely the first thing you would picture is that iconic American chocolate bar. But there's a story behind that candy bar that all starts with one man who never allowed his failures to have the last word. In the end, he would succeed at the highest levels of business, live a long life and leave a community legacy that continues to this day. In this episode, we talk about Milton Hershey and the Hershey story. Milton Hershey – Pre-Chocolate Bar He was born on September 13th, 1857. Lived in Central Pennsylvania in the village of Derry Church. It wouldn't be long before he was earning a living, quitting his formal education around the age of 13 to serve an apprenticeship. When he was 18 years-old, Milton opened his own candy shop in Philadelphia, but that lasted 6 years and he had to close it after making some poor business decisions. He then moved to Denver where he worked with a caramel manufacturer and learned how to make caramel with a unique recipe that included fresh milk. After less than a year he went to New York City to start wholesale business, and makes another poor business decision on leases that causes that business to fail. At that point, he decides to return to Pennsylvania and launch the Lancaster Caramel Company. He builds that business into the leading national Caramel company and by 1900 was able to sell that business for $1 million. The modern-day equivalent to roughly $1 billion. Milton Discovers Chocolate In 1893, Milton attends the Chicago International Exposition and sees a demonstration of German chocolate-making machinery He bought the equipment and began making chocolate-coated caramels. . Chocolate became a secondary business to caramels throughout the 1890s. In 1903, Milton Hershey builds a mammoth and modern candy-making factory in Derry Church. It opened in 1905. At the same time, he designs a model community to serve as the town for his employees, which would become, Hershey, Pennsylvania. The town featured brick and wood-frame homes, treelined streets with sidewalks, churches, retail and recreational facilities and parks. Milton Hershey School and Philanthropy Milton and Catherine Hershey, who did not have children of their own, decide to create the Hershey Industrial School for orphaned boys, which opened in 1909. Today, that school is known as the Milton S. Hershey School. Boys and girls attend. In 1918, three years after Catherine died unexpectedly, Milton Hershey transferred much of his wealth – the company to the Hershey Trust, which funds the Hershey School. Chronology & Legacy 114 products in 1896. 1900 – the Hershey Bar 1907 – Hershey Kisses 1908 – Included almonds in Hershey Bar 1925 – Included peanuts in Hershey Bar for product called Mr. Goodbar 1938 – Krackel Bar Milton Hershey died at 88 in 1945.  The Hershey Company is one of the leading candy makers in the world with a portfolio of iconic brands.  A partial list of other Hershey brands includes: Reese's York Peppermint Patty Twizzlers Good and Plenty Cadbury and Rolo in North America Milton Hershey School serves 1,9090 students per year.  The M.S. Hershey Foundation, established in 1935, funds educational and cultural activities for local residents. Links Hershey Community Archives Milton Hershey School Hershey Trust M.S. Hershey Foundation The Hershey Company Milton Hershey – Biography.com The Hershey Story 

In this episode, we will talk about one powerful way you can 'Happy Hack' your day. This is such an easy and fun thing that you can do right now, and I can't wait to share it with you! I'm going to challenge you not only to do this every day, but I'm going to challenge you to do it five times a day and just watch how you feel. It is so simple and yet so powerful that it is life-changing. Please tune in to the episode to hear what it is! In this Episode: Where is the best place in America to shop for a football uniform? [ 2:40 ]   About the power of smiling [ 4:00 ] I am challenging you to do this exercise five times a day [ 5:30 ]   Joy Filling Quotes:  “We can begin to share our joy with the rest of the world.” “Did you know that smiling for at least 20 seconds can have the same chemical reaction in your body as eating 2,000 Hershey Kisses?” “Put a smile on your face right now.” “Smiling is a zero-calorie activity.” “Make it your intent this week to smile.” Resources: Free Affirmation Downloads: https://rebelsforjoy.com/hip-hop Free Forgiveness Quick Start Formula : CLICK HERE Free Boundaries Quick Start Formula: CLICK HERE IG: www.instagram.com/rebelsforjoy IG Personal: @Bonniekelly.me Facebook Group www.facebook.com/groups/rebelsforjoy YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/rebelsforjoy

Have you ever seen a hidden image in corporate logos? Like the arrow in the FedEx logo? Or the kiss in the Hershey Kisses logo? They’re communicating a sub-conscience message to us through these designs. In this week’s’ parable, Jesus is doing something similar. If the parable of the weeds seems confusing, you’re not alone. Even the disciples needed to ask what he meant. He is speaking about the crafty nature of satan. How he can throw people off track by making things appear the way they are not. There are enemies walking among God’s followers that appear to be genuine Christ followers, but they are sons of the devil. Their job is to knock you off course. There is a coming of age, and we need to be prepared. Jesus refers to this in His story as “the harvest”. This week, Pastor Paul Hunter reconstructs this famous parable as part of a deep exploration into what Jesus is trying to tell us about who we are and what to expect when He returns. Speaker: Pastor Paul Hunter

Pastor Dave shows us that God looks at our inside and not the outside by using Hershey Kisses. The outside wrappers were different colors, but inside were chocolate.

Women are resilient, strong and capable of so much. We run businesses, keep our homes in order, and do what we can to make the best out of every moment. Thankfully, when we want to celebrate moments we can call on people like Michelle Olmann of Hello Moments - an events planning company. Michelle loves Jesus, her husband Josh and her vibrant 2 year old son Mahershala (aka Hershey Kisses). When she's not creating memorable events for Hello Moments, Michelle works as the program coordinator for Gospel Fellowship Church in Boynton Beach and the office coordinator for CoWork Boynton.  In today's episode, Michelle shares with us how her Creator (God) created her to create and how she uses creation to create perfect moments for her clients. What I love about this conversation with Michelle is how she points it all back to Jesus, how far He's brought her and His affirmation of her. Check out today's episode and allow her story to encourage you in whatever season or endeavor you find yourself in or pursuing.  Be sure to be in the know with all things Hello Moments on the web and socials. Website: www.hello-moments.com IG: @_hellomoments_ Facebook: Hello Moments Jesus Affirms Me on IG: @jesusaffirmsme --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jesusaffirmsme/message

|| A New Untold Story: Ep. 218 || The boys discuss Hershey Kisses, minors, show and tell, and long-distance MySpace relationships || Producer: Tyler Goochman

Why does Cappy hate Hershey Kisses? Why were the guys missing for 2 weeks? And we give our gift ideas and a member of the Faithful gives us a gift.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the brand-new edition of the Promo UPFront Podcast with Kirby Hasseman and Bill Petrie is so delightful! This week they talk about the shipping challenges disrupting the supply chain, the continual evolution of content marketing, whether custom branded Oreo's are a threat to or the future of promo, the debate over the changes to a classic holiday Hershey Kisses commercial, the sauciest moment of the year as the McRib from McDonald's returns – with a cause, a holiday cocktail themed “party in the back,” and so much more! HUGE thanks to PromoPulse for sponsoring this Big Mac level podcast!

Lisa is wrestling with the red dot that controls her life and takes matters into her own hands. Sam confesses she doesn't shop like a Gibson and Lisa offers up part of her stash. Sam pictures herself yelling up her grocery list to Lisa just like in A Christmas Carol! The ladies wonder how anyone can be married for seventy-three years let alone live long enough to be with someone that long but apparently that's what happens when your the Queen! The Royals divulge their favorite christmas cookie and Lisa has officially started her real advent calendar. The HHG has the best advent calendar and it's full of little bottles of wine!! Lisa has sent out her annual Christmas letter and their is still the chance to visit Santa. Lisa wants to head to Costco to get boozy balls for the HHG but really it's an excuse to grab a hotdog! We got DMd a funny video from Nancy, a friend of the podcast. Tuesday's FB post was off the charts and well almost everyone hates Hershey Kisses!! The ladies discuss the worlds hottest gummy bear, Cesar Millan, cleaning pee off a toilet seat, how do you take your shirt off, Louise Jefferson, the word doddle, Lisa's new sandwich, McRib recipe, Anna Duggar and Ryan Reynolds street. They invited the Dirty Hippie to hang out and learned that she is a little more dirty than before the pandemic! We learn she is a pancake snob and that Lisa only uses an orange toothbrush! It's just a bit of ridiculous chatter but it might just make you laugh! If you love what you hear you can support the podcast by following the links below! Podbean: https://patron.podbean.com/ismhead Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/ishakemyhead You can also find us on: Twitter www.twitter.com/i_shakemyhead  Instagram www.instagram.com/ishakemyhead Buy our merchandise at www.ishakemyhead.threadless.com We are proud to be a part of these networks:  www.podfixnetwork.com  www.lowtreestudios.com

On the latest episode of the #GetSome podcast, Gary chats with his guest this week, fellow actor and comedian, Guy Torry! Being friends for 23 years means sharing a lot of hilarious stories and inside jokes. Listen as they flashback to old stories of blue Corvettes, missing Hershey Kisses, and being asked to perform in Guam. You're gonna wanna watch this one! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode, we talk about our COLLECTIONS, learn why they're called "HERSHEY KISSES", find out how to change what WATER SOUNDS LIKE, talk about CRAZY food, & look at photos of TOILET PAPER DRESSES?!? SEND US YOUR QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CORRECTIONS, OR WHATEVER TO: howtobeallama.mail@gmail.com LINKS TO PAPA LLAMA's OTHER STUFF: Papa Drama Llama's band, "The Dirty Martinis" : http://DirtyMartinisLV.com Papa Drama Llama's YouTube channel (ROOM 6) : https://www.youtube.com/c/Room6 Thanks for listening! Please share with your friends. Remember to Be Amazing, and have a LLAMA-TASTIC DAY! :-D --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/howtobeallama/support

This week chat about Elizabeth Bathory and try Hershey's Kisses Cereal.

Signature beverage: Tootsie Roll-OJ-Bev 80-pack of Tootsie Pops on Amazon 01:46 -- Elizabeth’s inadvertently sexy way of eating Tootsie Roll Pops and Hershey Kisses 09:22 -- Pete isn’t mentioned at all in this episode; did he and Monica break up last week or not? 11:46 -- Kraft Parmesan — apprehension about whether or not it’s actually cheese, and some fond memories of covering our pizza with it 12:48 -- Newman’s Own Mushroom Trio pizza 14:44 -- Why do we have to suddenly be sorry when terrible people die? 19:12 -- What is a Rolodex? Joe Boxer 22:12 -- THANKSgiving vs. ThanksGIVing — how do you say it? 27:25 -- QVC is helping Elizabeth’s fashion vocabulary! 33:50 -- Not fans of the Joey/Kate storyline, but we’ll cover it because it’s there 36:00 -- Teeny tiny porno magazines 37:08 -- Dollhouse at the NYC pop-up 40:39 -- Heather won’t say “bitch,” so Elizabeth is screwed when it comes to getting a wholesome job 43:42 -- Satin pillowcases — worth it? 44:53 -- A note about our alcohol consumption 46:45 -- A repeated conversation about dating from Season 1! 49:00 -- Rachel’s TERRIBLE pantsuit 49:58 -- Rachel’s HR nightmare 51:30 -- How this episode gave us a lifelong fear of mascara goop 52:10 -- David Schwimmer’s amazing physical comedy in the dollhouse-burning scene! 53:48 -- Joey gets Joeyed — they’ve slept together, but Kate isn’t returning his feelings! 56:48 -- The aftermath of the fire — “The foster puppets!” Screen shots and more at: http://handbagmarinara.com/blog/s03-e20-tow-the-dollhouse Save the gorillas! Donate to The Ellen Fund! Follow us on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter: @handbagmarinara

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Take a walk in a field of clever with shazbazzar and JediShua this Veterans’ Day as TechnoRetro Dads eat cereal, a magic dragon eats homework, and everyone peruses the menu of Disney+ to see what’s for breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow.   We Love Our Cereal… …and the Roving Spoonster continues to share the love: Google brings back prizes in boxes of cereal? Hershey Kisses cereal doesn’t look appetizing Shelf Elves get sugar cookie cereal   Puff the Magic Dragon in the Land of the Living Lies He’s your big, green buddy who teaches life-lessons in television specials featuring sing-a-long songs, imaginative animation, and Mickey from Rocky.  Puff the Magic Dragon in the Land of the Living Lies is the sequel that aired one year after The Star Wars Holiday Special.  The second of three Puff the Magic Dragon TV specials featured Sandy who had a penchant for telling whoppers to get attention and/or get out of trouble, so Puff the Magic Dragon selflessly sacrificed himself to teach her the sad truth about lying.   The Wonderful World of Disney+ JediShua and shazbazzar talk about the movies and programs they’re looking forward to watching on the new Disney+ service that kicks off tomorrow.   Star Wars Scrapbook The Rise of Skywalker discussion continues with the scene of C-3PO with his “friends” that was seen in the final trailer for the final film in the Skywalker saga.  The Elton John soundtrack is not included in this episode.   Feedback Discord goes to the dogs with feedback from Joey, Laffy, and others on the RetroZap Discord TechnoRetro Dads channel.   Thanks for tuning in to TechnoRetro Dads, EarBuds!  Go online for more TechnoRetro Dads on iTunes, Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, RetroZap.com, or TechnoRetroDads.libsyn.com.  Pick up your TechnoRetro Dads merchandise at TeePublic.  Don’t forget to rate and review TechnoRetro Dads on iTunes, share us and with us on social media, get TechnoRetro merchandise at TeePublic, and join discussions on Discord about toys, cereal, games, movies and/or shows from the ‘70s and ‘80s by giving the ‘Dads your feedback via voice mail at (209) 878-7323 or sending us your mp3dback via electronic-M to podcast@TechnoRetroDads.com.

Click Here to Listen on Your Favorite Podcast Player!In this week’s episode the topic hits close to home as Kellie prepares for a deployment and Claire has recently shared on this theme at a local MOPS (Moms of Preschoolers) group. Listen in as they discuss some common fears about solo parenting and offer up practical tips for thriving through a forced separation when all of the parenting falls squarely on your shoulders. Hint: lots of self-care tips ahead!Advice Not GivenKellie has had a seven year stretch since the last deployment; her kids were two and five months the last time her husband left for a long stretch--now they are nine and sevenClaire’s kids were 5,7, and 9 the last time Ryan deployedKellie makes the distinction between SINGLE PARENTING vs. SOLO PARENTING-- we know the difference and don’t want to assume this is the same thingSeparations almost always come with an unpredictable sliding timeline for leaving and returning; this factor can add stress to everyone. We are all usually just ready to start the clock and get this underway; this unpredictability can have a huge ripple effectWhat are some common fears besides fear of safety for your partner? Fear of the unknown, you don’t know what you don’t know, and the things you take for granted…Kellie shares about how with the first day of her husband’s last deployment her dog had been accidentally poisoned and her car had been broken into; her tip--shadow the jobs your spouse does before he leaves so you can make sure you’re picking up the slackClaire shares about the urban legend of Deployment CursesOther anxieties: Can I handle this? When/Where/How will I get the downtime I need? Will I have enough patience? Will I be enough for my kids without dad? Kellie feels that her mission related fears have now been replaced with child and household fears due to what he’s doing and where he’s goingDo you tend to operate with the idea that in a difficult situation like a deployment with the mindset of “this is an opportunity for me to shine and grow” or with a “good enough is good enough” mentality? Kellie and Claire say they love the freedom to let this time be BOTH; Kellie uses the time to get home projects finished because of the usual tug-and-pull of division of responsibility isn’t thereClaire’s first tip: Create a Rhythm for Yourself--benefits include predictability for kids, it removes decision fatigue, and it give you as the mother a time for restoration and restKellie recognizes that rhythms are important; she predicts that she may need to adjust work hours, allocate her time better, and be aware of itClaire’s second tip: Mark the Time--set a weekly “thing” for you kids such as Pizza Friday or a potluck with friends or neighbors, also take a macro look at the time your spouse will be gone and put some fun things on the calendar for you and your kids to look forward to--birthdays, holidays, visitors, and vacations--she cautions against paper chains and jars of Hershey Kisses or Hugs as time markersPro tip: give yourself a “word of the month” to recenter yourself on hard daysClaire’s third tip: Prepare to Grow--get ready to gain confidence, griSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/milspogurus)

The girls answer to a listeners question and talk about the importance of water. Veronica mourns the loss of her pet, and tells Francesca about her Pepsi and Heshey Kiss diet. Support the show (https://www.instagram.com/theveganandthebeast_podcast)

The term "sibya" means a shout out to tell the world. This is a segment of my Hershey Kisses about promos, bithday greetings, fan shout outs, people appreciation, shopping sale and discount, giveaways and a lot more....

Pamela Whitenack, Director Emeritus of the Hershey Community Archives, joins Tim to talk about the story behind Hershey, the iconic candy brand, the company and the small town in Pennsylvania, all the vision of one man, Milton S. Hershey. https://traffic.libsyn.com/shapingopinion/Hershey_Story_auphonic.mp3   If I were to say the word “Hershey,” to you, most likely the first thing you would picture is that iconic American chocolate bar. But there’s a story behind that candy bar that all starts with one man who never allowed his failures to have the last word. In the end, he would succeed at the highest levels of business, live a long life and leave a community legacy that continues to this day. In this episode, we talk about Milton Hershey and the Hershey story. Milton Hershey – Pre-Chocolate Bar He was born on September 13th, 1857. Lived in Central Pennsylvania in the village of Derry Church. It wouldn’t be long before he was earning a living, quitting his formal education around the age of 13 to serve an apprenticeship. When he was 18 years-old, Milton opened his own candy shop in Philadelphia, but that lasted 6 years and he had to close it after making some poor business decisions. He then moved to Denver where he worked with a caramel manufacturer and learned how to make caramel with a unique recipe that included fresh milk. After less than a year he went to New York City to start wholesale business, and makes another poor business decision on leases that causes that business to fail. At that point, he decides to return to Pennsylvania and launch the Lancaster Caramel Company. He builds that business into the leading national Caramel company and by 1900 was able to sell that business for $1 million. The modern-day equivalent to roughly $1 billion. Milton Discovers Chocolate In 1893, Milton attends the Chicago International Exposition and sees a demonstration of German chocolate-making machinery He bought the equipment and began making chocolate-coated caramels. . Chocolate became a secondary business to caramels throughout the 1890s. In 1903, Milton Hershey builds a mammoth and modern candy-making factory in Derry Church. It opened in 1905. At the same time, he designs a model community to serve as the town for his employees, which would become, Hershey, Pennsylvania. The town featured brick and wood-frame homes, treelined streets with sidewalks, churches, retail and recreational facilities and parks. Milton Hershey School and Philanthropy Milton and Catherine Hershey, who did not have children of their own, decide to create the Hershey Industrial School for orphaned boys, which opened in 1909. Today, that school is known as the Milton S. Hershey School. Boys and girls attend. In 1918, three years after Catherine died unexpectedly, Milton Hershey transferred much of his wealth – the company to the Hershey Trust, which funds the Hershey School. Chronology & Legacy 114 products in 1896. 1900 – the Hershey Bar 1907 - Hershey Kisses 1908 – Included almonds in Hershey Bar 1925 – Included peanuts in Hershey Bar for product called Mr. Goodbar 1938 – Krackel Bar Milton Hershey died at 88 in 1945.  The Hershey Company is one of the leading candy makers in the world with a portfolio of iconic brands.  A partial list of other Hershey brands includes: Reese’s York Peppermint Patty Twizzlers Good and Plenty Cadbury and Rolo in North America Milton Hershey School serves 1,9090 students per year.  The M.S. Hershey Foundation, established in 1935, funds educational and cultural activities for local residents. Links Hershey Community Archives Milton Hershey School Hershey Trust M.S. Hershey Foundation The Hershey Company Milton Hershey - Biography.com The Hershey Story  About this Episode’s Guest Pamela Whitenack Pamela Whitenack Photo Credit: Tim O'Brien Born and raised on Long Island, New York, Ms.

#188: In May 1915, a renowned 58-year-old sea captain, Captain William Thomas Turner, made a series of questionable decisions. He was the captain of the Lusitania, a ship with 1,959 passengers, sailing from Manhattan to London. The first World War was taking place around them, and Captain Turner knew he needed to move swiftly to evade German submarines. His ship approached England; land was in sight. They had almost made it. Yet for reasons that will always remain a mystery, around 1 pm on May 7th, Captain Turner slowed the speed of the vessel to around 18 knots, slower than the 21 knots that they needed to outpace the threat of submarines. Around 45 minutes later, he executed what's called a "four-point bearing," which forced him to pilot the ship in a straight line rather than a zigzag course, which would be better for outmaneuvering torpedoes. At 2:10, the ship was ripped apart by a torpedo. Nearly 1,200 people were killed. Since that fateful day, historians have pondered why he made those two decisions, simple choices which may have permanently altered the lives of thousands. Today's podcast guest, Daniel Pink, has an unusual theory. He believes Captain Turner may have made those sloppy choices because it was the afternoon. Daniel Pink is the author of When: The Scientific Secrets of Perfect Timing. In his book, he makes the case that the time-of-day in which we take actions -- early morning, mid-afternoon, or nighttime -- makes a bigger impact than we realize. Our energy and attention unfold in waves, with a rise, then a drop, then a resurgence. The secret to perfect timing isn't simply a matter of managing daily routines, however. Daniel Pink also shows how this pattern emerges over the span of a natural human life, with the choices we make in our sunset years more prone to editing, to curating, than the choices we make in our younger years when time feels abundant. Senior citizens may have smaller circles of friends, he says, not due to loneliness but rather because they're editing their circles down to the few people who matter most. He discusses how midlife is a fascinating point in which our brains signal that we've squandered half of our time. These midpoints can act as either a slump or a propellant. He talks about how we appreciate things more if we believe that they're ending. In one study, researchers gave five Hershey Kisses to subjects; they asked the subjects to rate their taste and enjoyment. When the researchers handed out the fifth Hershey Kiss, they told half of the subjects "here is your fifth chocolate," and they told the other half of the subjects, "here is your final chocolate." The ones who were told that they were receiving the final chocolate rated their enjoyment of it more highly. How much does timing affect our lives? How do we manage our days, and our decades, with a stronger awareness of the way that chronology impacts our mood, energy and priorities? Daniel Pink answers these questions in his book, When: The Scientific Secrets of Perfect Timing. He talks about it on today's show. For more information, visit the show notes at https://affordanything.com/188 

Bakers are mad the tips of the Hershey Kisses are broken!

After a crazy weekend of football, Joshua Brisco discusses where the Kansas City Chiefs sit in a crowded AFC, what to make of the Seahawks' loss at the 49ers and what's new on the injury front. Plus, filling giant Hershey Kisses with snakes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

After a crazy weekend of football, Joshua Brisco discusses where the Kansas City Chiefs sit in a crowded AFC, what to make of the Seahawks' loss at the 49ers and what's new on the injury front. Plus, filling giant Hershey Kisses with snakes.

Welcome to a brand new episode of Grindcast!!! On this episode, we talk some video game news; eat some holiday related Hershey Kisses; talk about Marvel games; go into Brian's Question Corner and end the show with Will opening his birthday gifts! Catch all our episodes here: iTunes; https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/grindcast/id965549573?mt=2 iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/show/182-Grindcast/ Libsyn: https://grindcast.libsyn.com Reach out to us here: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/grindcastpodcast TWITTER: @GrindedWord EMAIL: thegrindedword@gmail.com Get a copy of Matt's new ebook, 'Edge of Twilight' https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/901067 Grab it in paperback and hardcover here: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/edge-of-twilight/23731078 Remember you can save 10% off any order at https://riptapparel.com/ Be sure to use promo code GRINDCAST at check out.

This is a practice of... anticipation. At a live concert put on by WSKG's Sam Goodyear, the audience was encouraged to smell a big bowl of Hershey Kisses but they could not indulge until the end of the performance. Just as we anticipate the end of a piece of music, the audience anticipated eating the chocolate.

Darren Ross is the COO of the Magic Castle Hotel in Hollywood CA. His hotel has been rated number 1 or number 2 in all of the Los Angeles area by TripAdvisor. It’s been featured in the best-selling book, The Power of Moments by Dan and Chip Heath. Darren is also the Chief Executive Freak of Service Freak Hospitality, a hotel management company. “Companies are afraid to do this (free items) because they are thinking short-term profits over long-term plans.” - Jesse Cole Jesse recently stayed at the Magic Castle Hotel and was absolutely blown away. On his way out the door to do a show in his yellow tux, Darren greets him and knows exactly who is. Darren searched him on his social media prior to his stay. That’s just part of what the Executive Freak does to make his guests’ experience over and above what they would get anywhere else. “Our job is to compel our customers...to scream about us without asking them to do so.” - Darren Ross Darren Ross Creating the Magic In the early 2000’s, Darren had a secret shopping gig and went to the hotel. His first encounter was a hotel employee smoking at the front desk. The owners were dedicated to the hotel and placed him first as general manager to begin the process of rejuvenating the hotel built in 1957. “I purposely stay away from technology...it takes away from what our business is, the face-to-face experience.” - Darren Ross The hotel is a renovated apartment complex that’s limited by its age and space. There’s no bar, room service, spa, elevator, etc., but this does not stop them from creating an amazing experience for the guests. Drawing from His Childhood A lot of the experiences at the hotel come from Darren’s personal experiences from childhood. There’s a hotel stay, in particular, that’s he’s fond of. Imagine an unlimited Hershey Kisses fountain and kids. He doesn't remember the hotel and Darren can’t tell you the color of the carpet but he does remember the experience and that’s what he strives to create for his guests. “You’ve got to put yourself in your customer’s shoes... (to) experience and realize there are friction points. - Jesse Cole Final Four What have you done to stand out in business and in life? “I think honesty and accountability are incredibly important. We all make mistakes. I like to run into the problem instead of running away from the problem.” What advice would you give someone to stand out in business and in life? “Be generous." What is the best advice you’ve ever received? “Apply hotel principles to your business.” How do you want to be remembered? “Generosity and kindness in his personal life and business.” To hear Darren Ross talk about how the demand for his hotel is so high and how he empowers his employees, download and listen to the show! Learn from Darren Ross: Service Freak Academy Connect with him on LinkedIn Magic Castle Hotel The Power of Moments Book Jesse loves connecting and hearing from his listeners: Like him on Facebook Find Your Yellow Tux Book - Find Your Yellow Tux   Jesse Cole is a passionate and engaging business leader sharing other leaders messages, tips and fresh ideas on Business Done Differently. Subscribe to hear more front runners doing it differently and remember to leave him a rating and review on iTunes. Thanks to Podcast Pilot for the editing, show notes and publication. They take care of it all!

Using a Countdown for Family Christmas Projects Click here to download the free Christmas Countdown Advent Calendar FROM WENDY: Our Christmas Countdown Tradition We have been doing a Christmas countdown in some form since the oldest kiddos were barely big enough to count all the way to 25. This is one of my favorite Christmas traditions with the kids because of the anticipation it creates, but also because of the ability to incorporate new ideas in with old favorites. There are endless genius, adorable advent calendar creations on Pinterest. Years ago I bought a set of small white favor boxes that I labeled with numbers 1 to 25. I fill each box with Hershey Kisses for each member of the family, and use clothespins to clip to a heavy duty clothesline or strong strand of garland. We used to hang the garland across the mantel of the fireplace, but since we don't have a mantel these days, we currently stack the boxes on a counter in the playroom. Before the 1st of December each year, I plot out the activities that I want to incorporate into our Christmas celebration that year. While early years were more about just having fun together, this year I wanted to shift the focus to activities that focus on kindness, gratitude and reflection. Also, since this is our first year homeschooling, I wanted to use the activities during our morning circle time, so a number of them involve more learning opportunities than activities we've use in prior years. Our Christmas countdown is attached below so you can use it for your family. The cards are all undated so you can tailor it to your family's schedule, and there are a few more than 25 so you can choose the ones that fit you best. When planning, I always look ahead on the calendar to feel out what days will work best for each activity. I also don't make up days if we start late or happen to miss one. Sometimes this means we miss out on something fun. But I would so much rather miss out than turn what was supposed to be fun into a pressure-filled to do list! My hope is that we can inspire an atmosphere of celebration and gratitude, and enjoy one another and the season. Here's what we are doing this year: Sharing with others  Take freshly baked cookies to neighbors Make a Thank You basket - put a basket with thank you cards in a central location. Think of ways to express gratitude to friends and family, and spend time writing messages of thanks. Make cards for hospitalized children or seniors in a local nursing home. Make a "gifts we have" list - in a prominent place in the house, brainstorm a list of gifts we already have an are grateful for, such as family, friends, food, home, etc. Make a cookie or cocoa mix-in-a-jar or other homemade gift to give to teachers at church, friends, etc. Go outdoors Go on a winter hunt looking for signs of winter String a garland with popcorn and cranberries and hang it on the tree outside for the birds Make ornaments from twigs, berries, or other items you find on your winter hunt Build a snowman - if you don't have snow where you live, build one out of playdough! Go ice skating Play with ice treasures  - fill each hole of an ice cube tray with a small button, bead, or prize item. Fill with water and freeze, then use spray bottles or other tools to "excavate" the treasures from the ice Learn the history behind Christmas traditions Why we put up trees Why we put up wreaths Why we put up stockings and exchange gifts Why we eat candy canes Why we eat gingerbread Why we sing Christmas carols The history of Santa Why we exchange Christmas cards Other seasonal favorites  Cut paper snowflakes to decorate the windows Make gingerbread men or houses Make homemade cocoa and cider Make a new puzzle together Play a new board game together Watch a new Christmas movie Learn a new Christmas song Read a new Christmas book Attend a Christmas program or event Here are my favorites sources for new ideas when making a new years' countdown: NourishingJoy.com has a completely service-oriented advent calendar KCEdventures.com and AdrielBooker.com both have superb exhaustive lists of several different types of activities that I refer to when I'm needing new inspiration I've found a number of nature or play-inspired ideas in the preschool curriculum we use, A Year of Playing Skillfully I pray you enjoy a blessed season with your kiddos! JAMIN RESPONDS: So many great ideas! I can't wait to watch this happen, knowing it's happening! FROM JAMIN: tldr: I Didn't Even Know This Happened Each Year! I knew we had a countdown, but I just thought it was a fun way to keep the kids from pestering us about how many days until Christmas.  I figured the boxes had candy or a little prizes in them. But, as usual, Wendy's been doing this amazing, awesome thing with the kids without needing any input from me.   I'm going to be paying attention this year and hopefully have more input next time around. This is a really cool set of ideas! WENDY RESPONDS: So funny, I didn't realize you didn't know. We will have fun including you this year ;-) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M77YpZkZNbM

Welcome Back for Volume 3 of Craft Beer Chronicles! On this special episode I sit down with central coast homebrewer and Head Volunteer for Central Coast Brewing(his words) Lee Samways. I talk with Lee about how he got started in homebrewing, what he has learned over the years, and what it has been like to volunteer for Central Coast Brewing. We also talk about ghosts, Lee's unfortunate yet hilarious Hershey's kiss incident from his childhood, and of course have Lee decide which Central Coast Brewing beers he would Binge, Bong, Bail! This episode is available on Podbean as well as ITunes so follow along on your preferred podcast application.. Follow us on Facebook at Craft Beer Chronicles and on Instagram at TheBeerPope. Untappd: Shane- Beerpope273 Lee- SammyBrews Use the Promo Code Craftbeerchronicles10 at Tavour.com to save $10 on your first purchase of $25 or more. Begin exploring the amazing world of Craft Beer today/ Music: http://www.bensound.com

TURD TALKS with DR. DUDE Season 1 - Episode 10 Guest: NOVI SPLIT Dr. Dude invites special guest Novi Split back for the most un-taciturn, tantalizing tenth episode of Turd Talks. Featuring the stories: “What ABOUT the Bathroom?” and the quickies: “Truffle Butter and Hershey Kisses,” "Porno Colonics,” “Fair Trade Commerce” and “Oceanographic Bathroom Politics." More on the Web at: www.facebook.com/turdtalks www.turdtalks.tumblr.com www.instagram.com/turdtalks Edited by Ivan Ehlers Co-Engineered and Mastered by David Jerkovich Theme Song by the Poobuts

Shut Up and Do It "It's important to have a persons opinion about your ideas, concepts, business model, but people get caught up and end up not creating something because they are looking for perfection... Just make something! If its digital make a wireframe and get it up, if its a product, talk to a manufacture and make a prototype!" By the time you're in your senior year of college don't say, "crap its too late." Harness the Resources That Are Around You "We live in a very fortunate time. We have technology and instant access but we don’t harness it. Look around you and try to understand how to work with the people around you and make the most of it!" Don’t Be Afraid to Share Your Ideas "People are afraid that someone will take it, but they won’t be able to do it as well as you! Some people will steal your ideas, but that means something..." So make it better. #Timestamps 00:40: Introduction 03:50: The 11 Year Old Entrepreneur 07:15: Early Struggles in GlassU 11:20: His Approach to Failure 13:10: Processes and Procedures to Become More Efficient 16:15: Shut Up and Do It, Harness the Resources That Are Around You, and Don’t Be Afraid to Share Your Ideas 18:45: Working out, Sushi, Chicken Parmesan, Steak Frites, and of course, Hershey Kisses from mom! Daniel Fine Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/finedaniel Personal Website: http://www.danielfine.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/danielfine Business Website: http://www.glassu.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GlassUCo Business: https://twitter.com/Glass_U __________ Techie, Millennial Author, WWE Fan, Podcaster. Philadelphia native, Johnathan Grzybowski started his career at 14 mowing lawns. Over 5 businesses later, Johnathan has a deep passion on bettering the lives of millennials and helping them execute their ideas into profitable businesses. It’s never been easier to start a business, but how do you make it successful? Constantly millennials are claiming to be entrepreneurs, but may not truly know what it takes to either become one or last long enough to succeed at being one. By listening/viewing The Blind Entrepreneur, we are determined to help those who are “blind” see the true struggles of business, successes, and the grind it took these millennials to succeed. #LINKS Email: Johnathan@wearedino.com Podcast: http://theblindentrepreneur.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jgrzybowski Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/grzybowskij Instagram: http://instagram.com/grzybowskij Snapchat: https://www.snapchat.com/add/grzybowskij #SUBSCRIBE iTunes: http://bit.ly/TBEPodcast #PS. I’m a huge WWE Fan and I also love to laugh. Send me a question or phrase that makes you laugh, and I will incorporate it into my podcast. I’ll even tag you in the show notes and handle in the video!

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