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The Coach #2
by Paladin
This was a half time pep talk like they had never had before. The
boys looked on as the new black coach gave instructions on the
game and denegrated the players who had failed the team. All the
while ass fucking poor Alice. He never missed a stroke. What a
coach!!
"Y'll mothers done let me down. ....All that is....but Tim here,
and Frank... Rest going without for the rest of your miserable
lives,...I have anything to say bout it." Larrys tyraid went on.
It was the most attentively received half time talk they had ever
heard. The attention produced blue balls on all the slacking
players. This and a resolve to get some pussy in the future by
giving their full measure to this black fuck or die in the
attempt. Each determined to get him some of this white ass.
Larry finally came in the tight white ass hole. He pulled out of
the teenagers hole, wiped the sweat off his brow, and then cleaned
his shit smeared cock on Alices sooth white ass. Then he said to
the assembled players.
"Now you'll hear me and hear me good. This here whore be fine.
This here whore going to go to the prick of the baddest
mother fucker on the field. Now during the next half I be going
to be taking names..... You Washington, that line men get past
your black ass and you don't get any this fine white pussy...You
got that in your thick head?" Larry asked the hurting line man.
"Yes coach....I going to keep then fuckers out.." Washington
offered. Anything to get piece of that smooth bouncy white ass
the coach had just vacated. Washingtons limited attention span
was wholly taken with that ass.
"NO! NO! You ain't going to get no pussy that way. You going to
kill those fuckers that try to get by you. They going to have to
triple team your ass and you going to still stop um....You got
that???" Larry demanded. "You'll wants some of this, You'll kick
some but for it. Send the fuckers to the hospital, Then you going
to be in THIS pussie... You got's that!!"
"Yea coach." came the response.
"Pussy and I don't hear you fucker." Larry said forcing a banana
sized finger into Alices cunt, against the girls best efforts to
keep him out. She grunted and rose up to accomadate the invader
and shift her internal organs. Every eye in the place was glued
to that smooth white pussy.
"YEA COACH I GOING TO STOP THOSE FUCKERS! SHIT FOR A PIECE
RIGHT NOW I KILL THEIR ASSES." Washington shouted. His eyes
blazed with passion. He wanted that twichie white ass.
"Now rest of you fuckers best look here and be satisfied with a
a look for now. Frank and Tim boy here going to shower the whore
and then I going to place her safely place under lock and key
till we see what you fuckers do in the next half. Then we going
to see who do the deeds and be deserving this fine piece of
pussy. Now you pussies, can look, can touch, but if you want
to fuck with this here cunt you'll gots to send her team mates
to the hospital. Now get out the way and let the real men scrub
down the pussy." Larry ordered.
Alices ass hole and pussy felt relief with the removal of the
invaders. But she was out of it and staggered along with her two
captors to the showers. She did not know where she was. Her
conscious mind had all but shut down during the experience of the
stripping and fucks before the team, and the ass fucking had really
pushed her out there in space. The humiliating walk to the shower
under the eyes of the team, NUDE, was a blur to her.
The boys positioned her under the shower with no resistance. They
held her at arms length and turned on the cold water only.
Alices cautiousness came back with a vengeance. The cold water felt
like an ice bath. She tried to screamed but the dirty socks were
still in place. The female body, which always seems to be cold, now
shivered for a reason and the freezing water continued. She was then,
at the instigation of the crowd, turned upside down, to clean out
her works, don't you know.
Her fleeting contiousness withdrew and the boys tired of the
showering of an imaminate body, even a nubile female body. She
was dried with the dirty uniforms and taken back to the coaches
firm control.
Larry effortlessly lifted Alice and stuffed her back into a upper
clothes locker. He then forced her legs to her tits and she was
trapped inside the locker. She would be there when they got back.
"All right now line up here. Each ou you'll potential fuckers
get's up here and stick in a finger to see what you be missing, you
be slacking on my team next half this here game."
The boys each stuck a finger or thump in the pussy or ass hole
and promised himself that in less than an hour this would be
where his dick going to be. Not one of them felt he would miss
out on this fine piece of ass. A firmer commitment was never made
to this team.
Then the coach slammed the door. Rammed home his padlock, and
pocketed the key.
"Now get out there and show me how much you'se want this little
old pussy, from our new mascot. Who know, I might even let
butterfoot Wane, The kicker get a piece..... if he do 40 - 50
points this quarter to make up for his past sins." Coach
laughed.
Despite her condition Alices sex organ had begun to lubricated at
the stimulation of all those frictioning fingers. Alice awoke at
the slamming of the locker room door. Her world was wet, cold,
at first black, and cramped. Gradually she became aware of some
light from the small vents in the metal door. She now knew what
a prezzle felt like. Her knees were under her chin. Her arms
were still tied behind her back with the cutting shoe laces.
As her eyes adjusted to the blackness lit by the vent seepage.
she thought she sensed someone out there. She tried to move, but
could not. She tried to scream but all that came out was a gurgling
unhuman noise. Finally she was reduced to shivering and waiting in
the semidarkness for her captors pleasure. She heard the roar of
the crowd but this time she was not leading the cheering. She
drifted of to visions of cocks and fingers in her. She shuttered.
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On the field Larrys team seemed invigorated. They did not miss an
opportunity to take it to their opposite numbers. The score turned
around. The runners gained with every carry. Passes were complete
and the lines held.
<"Fuckers be motivated NOW!!!"> Larry thought to himself with
big grin. He done turned this team. <"Yes sir this going be a
winning....">
"Sir.... Sir...." and a tapping on his large shoulders brought
Larry out of his day dream.
Larry turned to see a skinny ugly white woman trying to get his
attention.
"What you want woman, I got's me a game to run here." Larry
shouted over the roar of the crowd, as his team made another TD.
"Sir I am the Cheer Leaders advisor for that team over there..,"
she pointed to the opposite bench, "and... well one of our cheer
leaders is missing. You see...."
"Don't know nothing bout your cunts. Keep um off my side of the
field... I got work to do here. You keep on your side of the
field." Larry tried to bluster his way out of this potential set
back.
Her face reddened, but Joan decided to seek out her lost
cheerleader. Maybe she was in the boys locker room. She walked
straight back to the building and cautiously knocked on the door.
RAP RAP RAP......
No answer...
"YO YO IS ANYONE there???" Joan yelled. She was very embrassed at
the intrusion of the boys locker room. The smells... were soo
animal... Couldn't they use something to... well .
She descended the stairs and walked to the lockers. Noone was
about. The crowd shouted and them ....
BANG
The noise startled her and she cried out. She heard a small
muffled noise and she sought to find its source.
"Alice are you in here...." Joan inquired looking down each isle.
The noise of the fans outside hid any potential sound. She felt
like a thief. A braisien woman. She would die if anyone found her
in here. Surely Alice was nowhere to be found and so she turned
to leave. As she looked up at the top of the stairs and coming
down were two black boys. One in the team uniform limping and the
other in a sweat suit, probably the team gofer.
"What you be doing here bitch?" the large injured player
demanded.
"Uh... I'm the adviser for the...." Joan began.
"She be a groupie or a thief." the gofer argued. "She probably
come here to steal a jock strap or something to sniff for the
rest of her miserable life."
"Now just a minute, young man, I am a teacher and the..." Joan
tried to reason with them.
Washington lunged and grabbed her with his powerful arms and
held her still.
"Jucy, you flip up the skirt and tear off them panties. Let's see
if this bitch got a better looking cunt than her face. She be an
ugly un, but maybe this grupie be fun for a time or three."
Jucy easily avoided her attempted kicks and had her ankles trapped
with the torn panties in no time. As he slid his long black
fingers back under her skirt she twisted like mad.
"NO NO STOP THIS YOU ANIMALS...I"M..." Joan began when
Washingtons hand clamped over her mouth.
"Jucie be it a good pussy?? Or should we throw her back??"
Washington inquired. "I be tired or this bitches voice..."
"Cann't rightly tell. Too much tangley hair in the way." Jucy
answered.
"Get the tape and bandage shit now." Washington ordered. Jucy did
it. Then while Washington steadied her Jucy tore off the tape
and covered her hairy cunt with it.
Joan struggled like one possessed. The tape tore out most of her
pubic hair and caused her more pain than she had ever experienced
in her life when Jucie ripped it off her.
"Now what it be like?" Washington demanded holding the now
frantically struggling woman.
"Be still kind of hidden, but be a white pussy. You'll knows they
probably all look alike. What say we try her out??" Jucy
commented.
"Tear off the top half so we can see if it be as good as the
other un." Washington said.
RIPPPPPPP.....SNAP......RIPPPPP.
"Don't be any great tits here. Small nipples even. Women you be a
disgrace. Why you didn't even grow big tits???" Jucy mocked the
now denuded Joan.
Joan was praying that these smelly animals would be stopped. She
did not like men. The thought of black men was abhorant to her
very being. To be nude and in their power.... why she would die.
She would just die right now... she closed her eyes and willed
her self to die..... It did not happen. She was brought back to
reality with a pain in her right nipple. She looked down and was
horrified.
The smaller beast had her whole tit, small as it was, in his big
lips and he was nipping at the nipple with his teeth.
"AHAHAHAHAAHA" Joan tried to scream...
"Shut the fuck up bitch! The boy just trying to see if they be
real tits or some paste on falsies. He be done in a minute and if
you is a queer, then I have his bite um off. How bout that."
Joan squirmed about to see Washingtons leering face. From his
expression she knew he meant every word....
More later......
