CNFM: Coach Exposed to the Moms

"I must admit it was good. I don't know if I would want to share your skills with them-maybe I'm a little jealous. I confess, though, that it was intriguing. Maybe... maybe I could invite Paula... she has a real perversion for handcuffs, and she really enjoys seeing you on your knees, naked and vulnerable... and maybe Paula is contagious because I enjoyed watching you too..."

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Chapter 3. [almost sexless]: A highly successful and popular coach.

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The following week was filled with major sporting events, and sex sessions between Maureen and Antonio.

First sex, then sports. Maureen had not been laid in years, and that night she had experienced that Antonio could be an exceptional lover: yet, to her amazement, she found that the sweetest memory was neither for vaginal fucking nor rectal penetration, but for the orgasm he had given her in the gym without asking for anything in return.

Never Reciprocate. Perhaps that was the magic ingredient? When Maureen fucked, a part of her brain remained on edge, worried that the male might cum too soon and prevent her from having an orgasm, or that the male would ask for a few more performances after she was already half-conscious. Instead, when Anthony was caged, she could only focus on her own orgasm.

She reluctantly decided to confess her doubts to him.

Antony laughed heartily. "Honey, the situation you describe is perfectly normal. All first-time girls build up tension, precisely because they fear having an orgasm too late (i.e.: having no pleasure at all!) or because they fear that the male will demand performance after they are in the post-orgasmic bliss. Sexologists know this: so many women do not have vaginal orgasms during penetration. I want to confess something: I don't care about penetration. That is: I like it, as you have seen, and I don't deny that it can make me cum. But can you believe me, if I tell you that there are some magnificent orgasms for males, too, other than just a hasty cumshot? I prefer one orgasm after so many days in the cage, rather than five quickies in a couple of hours. When I was a boy, I used to masturbate as many as five or six times a day... don't laugh, those are real numbers... no, it's not strange, at twenty a man is full of testosterone... Oh, I mean! I prefer, if my Keyholder holds me captive without release, and orders me to give her orgasms without reciprocation. Call me crazy, call me kinky, that's what I am, I don't feel like I'm harming anyone."

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Meanwhile, sports activities had taken a sudden turn. The day after the Auction, the coach of the women's Soccer team had flown away, literally: he had gotten on a plane and flown to live in Hawaii, taking the team's captain, Jenny, with him.

The news caused much scandal because the girl was only 19 years old, and the coach was 42. It was all legal, but still disreputable. And the final of the soccer tournament was approaching!

The principal and the mayor summoned Antonio. They told him that there was no time to hire another coach and that since he had won several tournaments as a player, he could surely coach the team. In addition (the mayor was very insistent on this detail) Antonio had a spotless reputation with never any rumors of harassment of gymnasts, making him a particularly good choice to silence the gossip and big mouths.

Antonio agreed but had the problem of replacing the captain, who was also the most talented and leading midfielder. The girls advised him to recruit Skye: she was very fast in running, and she was a leader they were all willing to follow. The vice-captain was the goalkeeper, Venus Brown: one of Paula's twin daughters. Both six feet tall and identical, Venus was the goalkeeper while Serena was the attacking center.

Antonio spoke first to Skye and then to the team. All the girls were relieved by the news that Jenny was gone: the relationship with the previous coach was awkward, and she was very selfish.

"Selfish? In what way?"

Serena blurted out, "She never passed the ball. She always wanted all the attention to be on her. I, Francesca, and Yin would run and sweat, but Jenny would waste time with dribbling and onesies/lonely moves. It's lucky for us that she's gone!"

Antonio said "Girls, I am not a real Soccer coach however I can tell you for sure that it is a Team sport. The important thing is the Group, not the individual. Skye will replace Jenny but in a different way. You will practice quick passes: the ball should not be "kept" but should be "given" to a better-positioned teammate."

During the week the team practiced a lot on passing and Skye worked very hard to catch up. She was only on the team as a reserve but hardly ever participated, precisely because Ally marginalized the others.

Antonio looked at the notes the previous coach had left, who must have been a perverted voyeur, because of each girl he had jotted down the shape of her boobs and the color of her pubic hair, along with notes on the country of origin, nicknames, and famous phrases said by fans or reporters in local newspapers.

Antonio shook his head in disbelief. Only a maniac could take notes on the pubic hair of eleven 19-year-old girls. Antony would never have done that: he respected sports too much to take advantage in this way of the Pygmalion effect, that is, the easy influence any teacher exerts on the people he educates (one did not need to study psychology in college; it is clearly described in the musical film "My Fair Lady").

********** Notes [useless].

GOALKEEPER: No. 1 Venus Brown (Nigeria) 6 feet tall, flat-breasted, shaved, afro. Fans' songs: "she's a keeper" and "Save us, goddess Venus!" Twin sister of the no. 9.

DEFENDERS. No. 2, Consuelo Vasquez (Mexico), right lateral defender, 5'1", huge boobs, black hair, mohawk pussy, nickname "the Bulldog." Lesbian, in love with the no. 7.

No. 3, Annabelle Thanker, left lateral defender, 5 feet, blonde hair both in head and mons, nicknamed "the little golden fairy" or "Thankerbell"

No. 4 Athena "Tina" Papadopoulos (Greek) def, 6, flat, dark hair blue eyes, "The Marble Statue" (slow but impassable).

No. 5 Brunhilde ("Hilde") Schwartzmuller (Germany) DC 6' 2" perky, natural blonde. Nicknames "The Berlin Wall" or "Goldilocks AND the Three Bears all together" [I guess the parent bears are her boobs and the cub bear is the pussy].

No. 6 Géneviève Du Plessis (Senegal) DC 5'3" chocolate skin Nicknames "Caffeine" or "The French Trench"

MIDFIELDERS: No. 8 Mary O'Malley (Ireland) ME 5'4", huge boobs, and a huge red forest never trimmed. Nicknamed "Malleus Maleficarum" [it means, the "Hammer Against the Evil Witches"].

No. 10 <3 <3 <3 Jenny Hancock <3 <3 <3 [only hearts? Bah!].

ATTACKERS. No. 7 Lin Pak Doo (South Korea) right side forward, 5 flat, dark, shaved pussy. "Spicy wing" or "Bullet Proof." In love with No. 2.

No. 9 Serena Brow (Nigeria) striker 6 flat afro. Untrimmed bush. Nicknamed "The SERENdipity." Goalkeeper's twin sister.

No. 11 Francesca Rossi (Italy) left side forward 1.65 natural brown, trimmed landing strip. Nicknamed "the Left Wing" because she is the daughter of an Italian trade unionist.

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Antonio shrugged his shoulders. He deeply despised that way of looking at girls. To Antonio, each athlete was a person, precious and unique. Instead, for the former coach, girls were just objects to be labeled: "huge boobs," "shaved," "lesbian," and "very tall." As if they were objects, not people with emotions and passions.

Antonio had never thought that way, perhaps also because he had an older sister and since childhood had looked at girls in a completely different way than that coach.

The girl who had left the team at the most critical moment was Jenny Hancock, called "Hitchcock" because she was the Director: but she lingered too long in self-centered dribbles and never passed the ball generously.

Instead, Skye always passes the ball on the first touch: she is a true natural.

Antony was bewildered. "Bah! The only useful information is about being able to tell the twins apart. But I prefer to ask each to wear a different color terrycloth wristband for me, as a sign of respect to their coach. Everything else is bullshit."

At the end of the first half, the rival team was leading one-nil. A less resilient man would have given up: after all, the blame would have fallen on the coach who had run away. But Antonio was not a loser. In the locker room, he summoned the girls for an encouraging pep talk. He reminded them that they were a great team and could make a difference if they worked hard enough... He said, "I know that you hesitate to pass the ball to Skye because you are afraid that she, too, will get stubborn with long dribbles like Jenny used to do. But Jenny is gone. I trust Skye, and if you trust me, then by the transitive property you must trust her. Skye has a lot of experience in gymnastics. We are going to play a different game. You girls pass the ball to Skye, and she will immediately bounce it to another player. You will see that this tactic will disorient the girls on the opposing team. Everyone expects selfishness; no one expects unselfishness."

And so it happened. Inspired by his words, each one returned to the field with renewed determination. When the opponents attacked, our defenders each in different ways always managed to stop the attacking maneuvers: with the speed of the short Vasquez, with the tall stature of Papadoupolos, with the physical strength of Schwartzmuller. Every playable ball was passed to Skye, who unselfishly passed immediately forward: either to the outside wings (Francesca on the left and Yin on the right) or to the center forward, Serena. The opponents were bewildered. The other teammates also took to passing on the first touch: Serena made a header assist to the left, and Francesca broke in very quickly between three defenders and hit a volley: 1-1. The crowd erupted into cheers when Maureen scored and they roared even louder seeing that the opponents were confused and made stupid mistakes. They began to doubt the victory and decided to defend more: the taller girls marked Serena tightly, preventing her from making any more goal actions. Game time was running out. A resigned coach would have waited for the penalty kicks, to attribute the eventual defeat to bad luck. But Antonio was not a loser. He summoned Venus, the goalkeeper, and with grand gestures invited her to leave her own place and run into the attack. Free kick. The short but muscular Vasquez is in charge of taking it. Scrum in the box, defenders each marked an attacker, but none marked the goalkeeper: Venus took advantage of her own stature, leaped into the air, hit the ball with her forehead, and scored the crucial doubling goal. Once again, our Goddess Venus saved the day! The team is ecstatic and crowded around the magic Goalkeeper to celebrate, while the goalkeeper of the rival team cries desperately, her face on the grass of the lawn: she had failed to catch the ball by inches, grazing it with the tip of her gloves.

At that moment, the referee whistles the end of the game! The crowd cheers, Antonio is the hero of the day!

He, of course, tried to direct the praise toward the girls. The townspeople had words of praise for Venus, but Antonio emphasized the efforts made by her twin sister Serena as well. "you see, in the last play, Serena drew the attention of three defenders to herself, who was concerned about her dangerousness... the goal is both Venus's and Serena's. And let's not forget Vasquez, who calibrated a perfect pass! And Lin, who was fouled in the best position." The coach was proud of Skye's performance and praised her for her courage in the face of adversity.

The Goalkeeper was overwhelmed by the attention she received from fans and media alike, yet grateful to her coaches who had instilled in her the skills necessary for success. She thanked everyone who had supported her throughout the months. But she was generous, too: she went on to say that credit was due to Serena and Skye and recommended not forgetting the invisible but necessary toil of her Defenders and the massive Irish midfielder, O'Malley the Malleus Maleficarum. "Every soccer game is won by the invisible labor of those who toil in the midfield." Defensively, Venus organized an impassable fortress thanks to the tenacity of Vasquez, the stature of Papadupolos, and the physical strength of Schwartzmuller, who allowed their opponents to score only one goal.

After a long history of rivalry with the neighboring town in soccer, Antonio had brought the Cup home! The Mayor, the Headmaster, and all the important people in town praised Antonio for how he had lifted the team's fortunes and town morale...

The Dean also offered him to coach Soccer for the entire year, with a consistent pay raise.

All was well, and Antonio was nicknamed "WINtonio" by the townspeople because he was a WINNER.

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No one in the small town imagined that it was in bed he was completely subservient to the widow MacAllyster. Only part of the truth was an Open Secret: his chastity cage was known both to all the girl athletes on the team and to the mothers who had attended the Auction. But some of them imagined that the cage had been opened after he confessed his love to Maureen; others guessed it was just a toy to be worn for a few minutes and then released every day.

The only ones who knew the truth were Maureen and Skye. He had always been very discreet and had never shown the cage to the daughter of the woman he loved. But he had very truthfully described all the material aspects and all the psychological consequences to her: they were a coach and his pupil, and they talked about muscles and blood flow all the time, so for the two of them, it was simply describing a body part. It was like when Skye was describing the shape of her mom's body after surgeons had removed one of her breasts. It was nothing pornographic: it was simply a description of a body part, skin, tissue, and nerves. Antony had a scientific background and technically answered the girl's questions: whether she asked about her mother's breasts, the circulation of blood in the direction of the penis, or any discomfort in the testicles.

In the weeks leading up to the Auction, Anthony and Skye had many opportunities to talk. She needed a father figure she could trust without fear of being harassed, and he needed an ally in the conquest of Fortress Maureen. They were FRIENDS if it is possible for a man and a girl to be friends without contravening the rules exposed in "Harry Met Sally". Above all, they were confidants, and they had a deep mutual trust.

The locker room showers didn't have security doors... it was just a locker room in a small country town, the boys' one even had a broken handle. If Skye had wanted, she could have peeked in while Antonio was showering, but she didn't want to ruin their friendship and trust, so she never looked.

A coach can find a thousand excuses to open the door to the women's locker room... he can claim that he smelled drugs, or that there is too much noise, or that he is looking for a person. If Antonio had wanted to, he could have seen Skye naked, changing her clothes, or taking a shower. But he did not want to ruin their friendship and so he never saw her naked. He knew well what the shape of each girl's pubic hair on the team was because the girls joked about it and all laughed together. One of the Brown twins had a shaved pussy, and the other had hair that formed a hirsute mohawk ridge: they giggled and said it was the only way to tell them apart, ha, ha! Everyone knew that Skye above the pussy had a red tuft of fine pubic hair, unlike another red-haired girl on the soccer team, who had a forest of carrot-colored curls on her pubes that she never trimmed, and all the players giggled at the comparison. But Coach Antonio had never seen Skye's (or any other athlete's) pussy with his eyes, because he respected her as if she had been his own daughter.

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4. CMNF: invitation for tea with the Winner.

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At the height of the celebrations, Maureen took Antony aside and said to him, fiddling with the key she wore around her neck, "Honey, to celebrate your victories, I would like to invite three friends over tomorrow afternoon for tea. If you don't agree, you can use a safeword now, and I will forgo the invitations. The plan is this. Four women, in elegant dresses, pretty, with high heels and cups of tea. One butler, naked, wearing only a metal cage, and an elegant necktie I bought on the Internet. A necktie is not demeaning: it indicates a respectable profession, Butler's. If you disagree, tell me that lemon is yellow."

"No, it's green in my opinion."

"Okay. Elegantly dressed women, served by a naked man. One of the moms is Paula, you know her: so chances are, after pouring tea, someone wants to cuff this Butler's wrists behind his back. Paula confided to me today that the orgasm you gave him a week ago was the most intense in years because often the men she dates are very hasty and neglect to honor her shaved pussy properly...

Another of the moms is Italian, Caterina the mom of Francesca Rossi your Left Wing: she is divorced. Her husband used to lick her properly but they have not been friends for years and she would be very happy to meet you again... after the Charity Sunday, I mean.

Finally, Brunhilde Schwarzmuller's mother, her name is Ingrid and she is that tall, blond, blue-eyed lady... the one who looks like Mattel's Barbie, but with mischievous eyes. She wasn't there in the gym, because her daughter only participates in the soccer team, but she heard about you and your dark eyes, and when she saw the key hooked on my necklace, she asked me a lot of questions... And the fourth one will be me: I want to masturbate while watching you make other women come, in front of me."

"Okay."

"Just okay? No safewords, no boundaries? You don't try to negotiate?"

"I don't want to command from the bottom, topping from the bottom. Anything that pleases you will be executed, endured, and performed. You are my Keyholder. I am the winning Coach tonight; tomorrow afternoon I will be the submissive Butler. These women saw me as I was celebrated by the Mayor as a winner, tomorrow they will see me as a devoted lover who blindly obeys his Keyholder. It sounds like a contradiction instead it is exactly how we all realistically are: a little sad and a little elated, a little cold and a little hot, a little winning and a little submissive. You know what my very few limitations are: no boys, no red nail polish, and no permanent scars, burns, or tattoos. Everything else will be wonderfully fine if you want it."

"Then all right. I invite them and you obey me. Perfect. Now get me home right away, that this talk has made me wet...the cage stays, but you don't stop until you see me pass out from orgasms."

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At 3 p.m. Sunday, the three women arrived in front of the large house owned by Antony. A beautiful two-story house, with a garage and a large Bowindo in correspondence to the living room. Sure enough, there was a large kitchen, two or three bathrooms, and at least two bedrooms if not three.

The three women knew that Skye was left to live alone in the house where Maureen had previously lived. She was almost 19 but very mature and then, perhaps, she (or her mom, or Antony) might have imagined that it was improper for such a young and pretty girl to live together with her mother's lover who was also her professional coach.

Several little messages had circulated in the previous hours on the chat entitled "Les Copines." It was a name that Italian Caterina had invented: she said it was a brand of fancy purses, but in French it meant "intimate friends who share intriguing and spicy secrets," and they had all laughed at that definition with great glee. Perhaps the translation was not exact, and perhaps a French speaker might consider that name quite trivial, but for the four friends it sounded like something very exotic and also very erotic, and they decided to call themselves "Les Copines" (still better than Pink Ladies, which was the only other name that had been proposed after the "Grease" movie).