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My story is attached as MS-DOS text (no line breaks). This is the full
unbroken story.
-head2fathead2fat@soon.com
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Coach Attempts to Score (c) 2000 Kari Alarus
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Note: This story is follow-up of sorts to my previous story, "Hard Dick
High" originally published on {ASS}. You are strongly advised to read HDH
first to acquire some essential background for this story.
FYI, "Hard Dick High" is now available on {ASSM}
-Kari Alarus- (aka head2fat) head2fat@soon.com
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Here's some straight up porn designed to get your dick hard. I won't
even pretend that there's much of literary merit here. Yet, I hope you'll
enjoy it anyway - K. Alarus
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Despite the school's stellar academic performance, not everybody was
happy with the situation at Rockwood Academy (a.k.a. Hard Dick High
School). Coach Harry Peters was one of them.
Harry Peters was a 34 year-old ex-Navy seal who was recently hired as
assistant director of athletic programs at Rockwood. He was also head
coach of the boys' football teams. Initially, he found the idea of being
surrounded by nine hundred stone fox sluts wearing next to nothing to be an
incredible job inducement. The first two months on the job he'd stroked
his member raw over the awesome vision of the non-stop teenage tits & ass
cavorting around him. But after a while some, but not all, of the initial
thrill had worn off. Coach Peters was still savagely stiffened by the
sight of scores of simply stunning schoolgirls shamelessly strutting their
sexy assets in sinfully salacious skirts, shorts, slips, and shifts, but
he'd become incredibly frustrated as well.
First, there were the rules. Rockwood Academy rules expressly forbid
any male harassment of any kind against the females on campus. No teasing;
no taunting; no ridicule; no insults; no disparagement; no disrespect; no
humiliation; no tempting or trickery; no come-ons; no solicitation; no
indecent exposure; no coercion; no sexual innuendo, posturing, joking, or
sex talk of any kind was tolerated at Rockwood. Even the slightest offence
(reported or witnessed) was punishable by incredibly harsh fines and
retraction of privileges followed by suspension and possibly dismissal. In
addition, some especially brutal "corrections" were piled on for more
serious offences. [If its walls could talk, underneath the school there
was a locked sound-proof room filled with strange "toys" that had some
particularly dick-shriveling stories to relate.] Atop the heap of
punishable harassment, uninvited touching, physical assault, and forbidden
sexual contact were especially abhorred at Rockwood. Those offenders were
quite mercilessly (and often, terminally) disciplined.
The next source of frustration for Coach Peters was the dreaded Amazons.
Rockwood employed nearly a hundred Amazon security personnel to ensure that
its rules were enforced. These exceptional women were all formidable and
intimidating battle-trained warriors. Most of them were absolute mountains
of muscle. Their massive biceps eclipsed most mens' thighs. Their own
powerful thighs were as big as tree trunks and rippled with impossible
muscle. All were in the absolute peak of physical condition. And even the
least of them feared no man.
While on or near (within a mile of) campus, the Amazons ensured that no
male would be allowed to touch any Rockwood female, unless she gave him her
clear and unambiguous consent. Yet, Rockwood females were absolutely free
(and officially encouraged) to do whatever they pleased with the men on
campus, within limits, of course. The infamous Rockwood rules simply did
not apply to them. [This was a major reason why so many "naughty" young
ladies applied for admission there.] The Amazons were their protection and
their insurance.
One of the limits on Rockwood women was that sexual contact was
expressly prohibited between students and staff (with one stellar
exception). The school principal, currently Principal Cheval, was the sole
exception to this rule. In cases of unruly female comportment, the
principal was authorized to administer whatever "disciplinary" measures
might be required to quell dissent and restore order in the school.
[Understandably, this frustrated Coach Peters more than anything else.]
Even if the girl was to give her consent, as many were willing to do,
such contact was not allowed. [The same restriction applied to boys as
well.] And any Rockwood girls who forced sex upon a staff member
(consensual or otherwise) were swiftly disciplined (usually with temporary
loss of privileges). [Yet, Rockwood boys doing so, along with loss of
privileges, faced particularly brutal "correction" at the hands of the
Amazons. Repeat offenders were summarily expelled ("correction" was
gleefully administered beforehand).] But Heaven forbid if a male staff
member were to initiate sexual contact with a Rockwood female! The Amazons
were authorized to use their "discretion" in such cases. Rarely was that
"discretion" benign. Suffice it to say that no male staff member ever had
the opportunity to become a repeat offender. In cases of mysterious staff
disappearance, no questions were ever asked.
Now, what exactly constituted "sex" in such cases was still subject to
debate. Clearly, penetration and oral-genital contact qualified. Both
mutual masturbation and interplay with sex toys qualified as sex as well.
But accidental genital-to-genital contact, especially through clothing was
a gray area. Kissing could sometimes count as sex, depending upon how who
initiated it (and who was enjoying it). In ambiguous cases, it was up to
the headmistress to determine whether an offending act was sex and what the
appropriate punishment would be. In either event, the case was
subsequently handed over to the Amazons to administer that "punishment".
As mentioned before, the situation for Principal Cheval was quite a bit
different. Frank Cheval (nicknamed the "French Stallion" by the Rockwood
girls) was a 40 year-old six-time strength-training champion who enjoyed
the most enviable staff perk at Rockwood Academy. He could "officially"
fuck the girls!
It was common knowledge that under the guise of school "discipline"
Principal Cheval routinely fucked the brains out of as much forbidden
teenage twat as he could handle. His stamina and cocksmanship were
legendary. It was said that he could fuck a hundred girls in a single
afternoon, and satisfy all of them, to boot. Of course, to accomplish that
Frank Cheval had to call upon 20 years of rigid tantric sexual training.
It was this exceptional discipline that enabled him to hold onto his
essence long enough to satisfy nearly a hundred cock-hungry schoolgirl
sluts.
Consequently Principal Cheval was the only male staff member who was
regularly able to leave Rockwood with a smile on his face. The few times
when he couldn't smile were due to extreme sexual exhaustion and loss of
vital essence. [The incomparable Tawny Stevens (a quite exceptional
Rockwood coed) was usually responsible for that.]
Every other male school staff member (e.g. instructors, coaches,
counselors, etc.) was forced to nurse a painfully frustrated erection for
the duration of the infamous afternoon sex slaughters. Though a few lucky
bastard might be able to mercifully cum in their shorts, the great majority
were obliged to suffer the harsh agony of the bluest of blue balls as long
as the devastating sexual slaughter reigned on. [No pud-pulling breaks
were allowed during this time-honored Rockwood "tradition"].
Coach Peters was absolutely sick and tired of not being able to sink his
throbbing gristle into any of the delectable teenage morsels on lewd
display every single day. By their obscene attire alone, the shameless
little sluts were obviously begging to be fucked in the worst possible way.
Damn that Frank Cheval! Yet despite these frustrations, working at
Rockwood never failed to make Harry's peter harder than steel. At any
normal high school Coach Peters would have deflowered nearly a third of the
female student body by now. But at Rockwood Harry wasn't even allowed to
flirt with, let alone touch, the coeds.
Another ongoing source of frustration for Coach Peters was the fact that
even though he was forbidden to taste the "merchandise", his male players
were able to gorge on more consensual campus cooze than they could
respectfully handle. It was shear torture for Coach to have to watch his
athletes getting their formidable stalks drained dry by willing scores of
gorgeous randy coeds, while he wasn't even allowed to beat his own meat.
Probably the hardest Rockwell rule to enforce (and the one most often
broken) was the prohibition against males stroking their wood in front of
females, even if provoked by the lewdest sexual display. While in the
presence of any female, Rockwood males were not allowed to touch themselves
(or especially each other) no matter how mercilessly they'd been subjected
to the most obscenely provocative sexual teasing (as many Rockwood girls
were wont to do). The only official places where Rockwood males were
allowed to relieve their constant sexual tension were the boys' bathrooms.
And then, only during breaks between class. [One can only imagine how
fiercely the cum flew in there].
Though the boys at Rockwood were teased senseless by the endless parade
of delectable twat in obscenely short skirts, impossibly brief microshorts,
and indecently skimpy lingerie all engaging in the lewdest provocation
imaginable, they eventually got their compensation. Shortly after
lunchtime, those young men with any lead left in their pencils were treated
to more gratuitous sex than they could handle. It was truly a sight to
behold. [It was a miracle that any boys had spunk left in response to the
merciless teasing; most were driven to spank their monkeys quite viciously
during the morning bathroom breaks].
Around 2pm or so a virtual army of intensely aroused young women would
return from the principal's office in quite a state of sexual distress.
Even though these girls had all "earned" the right to be "disciplined" by
the principal, there was a limit to the number of young ladies that
Principal Cheval could sufficiently "chastise" before having to "retire" to
other business. Having worked their sexual juices up to a fever pitch with
all the morning's teasing, Rockwood girls were understandably horny.
Unable to see the principal, the remaining girls would return so sexually
frustrated that they were ready and willing to fuck anything and everything
in sight. The initial wave of this raging river of randy females would
attack and brutally fuck every boy they could find. Since school rules
prevented any boy from resisting a female's sexual advances (not that any
Rockwood boy would really want to) and since the Amazons secured the campus
to prevent any escapes; this assault was tantamount to sexual slaughter.
The majority, though, were a bit more selective. They would boldly
stroll into classrooms and briefly work their devastating charms before
selecting an initial herd of lucky studs to screw senseless.
Most would lift up their already mercilessly short skirts [although the
nastiest ones didn't even need to do that, since their obscene little
garments weren't covering their pubes anyway] to display their dripping
goodies to their helpless hyper-teased victims. Though most Rockwood girls
preferred to keep their pouting little mounds smooth-shaven, an exceptional
few chose to leave their beavers bushy [this was definitely not a
turn-off]. Next, the sluts would either bend over, sit, or get on their
backs, then spread their tight young cheeks while nastily fingering
themselves to climax. This lewd little show got even the most thoroughly
wanked dicks rock hard again. And of course, the talented young ladies
always spiced up their rude displays with the most provocative sex trash.
"Who wants to be the first to blow his load in my nasty little love
hole?"
"Warning! My tight young twat is hazardous to your cock. You may
explode on contact!"
"Come cream in my cunt, boys. Don't be shy!"
"These lips were made to suck cock and this nasty ass was made to drain
it. Step on up!"
"My poor cunt is on fire! Anyone have a big enough hose to smother
these flames?"
"Deposits gladly accepted at Cindy's First Bank of Twat. Very hard
currency only."
"Can I borrow somebody's tongue for a while? Something sweet is
bubbling in my snatch."
"Pleasing me is easy. Fuck my mouth; screw my cunt; spunk on my tits!
Any questions?"
"Well what are you morons waiting for - a fucking engraved invitation!"
For some reason, the last two remarks always seemed to incite the
desired stampede of surging cock.
The horniest little sluts dispensed with the warm-up show entirely.
They simply grabbed the first guy within reach. They'd stiffen him with
some lewd bump-and-grind and a long, deep, and messy French kiss, and then
they'd unzip his trousers, pull it out, and get busy on his throbbing
pepperoni.
The boldest girls (such as Tawny Stevens) would simply look their
startled prey in the eyes and moan, "Fuck me stud". It was crude, but
amazingly effective. Seldom did any boy at Rockwood refuse such an offer.
[The rare few who did refuse found themselves in detention the very next
day, nursing some very painful Amazon-inflicted injuries]
The erotic boldness of the initial wave of conquering sluts was
contagious. The brazen sight and sound of these horny young women
ruthlessly assaulting their helpless male classmates while getting
themselves off so openly, made the other girls drip with lust as well.
Their nipples would stiffen. Their cunts would itch. Their juices would
start flowing. And, soon, their panties (on the few who even bothered to
wear them) would be soaked. Some would start to frantically finger
themselves. But most would hungrily scan the room for any cock likely to
give them relief. At this point, foreplay was the last thing on a Rockwood
girl's mind. Her sole goal was to be thoroughly and brutally fucked.
Overcome by the thick aroma of heightened female arousal all about, the
boys would find their own lust building to a fever pitch. Their minds
would burn with graphic recollections of the girls' merciless teasing
antics earlier in the day. Their loins would tingle. Their cocks would
fill with molten lava. The boys would start to squirm in their seats.
Their consequent erections were more than obvious. Normally, a boy so
aroused would instinctively be all over the nearest girl with even the
slightest allure [at Rockwood Academy the term "dog" was relative; even the
"dogs" were still drop-dead sex kittens]. But since school rules prevented
males from sexually assaulting any female, the boys were forced to wait for
the girls to make the first move.
Seldom did any boy have to wait very long. The characteristically
assertive Rockwood girls had no problem at all with forcing their potently
erotic sex on their well-hung cock-teased classmates. Both stunningly
attractive and irresistibly seductive, Rockwood girls rarely faced
rejection; not from anyone. And the school selection process virtually
guaranteed that their male classmates would be blessed both with an excess
of testosterone and equipment ample enough to satisfy all but the horniest
bitch. Besides, at Rockwood, no girl ever needed to fear male harassment
or abuse of any kind.
Unfortunately for the girls, there always seemed to be a few boys who
weren't quite able to get wood consistently. The most desperate girls
[though not a single dog be among them - this is Rockwood, remember!] would
have to settle for these pathetic wimps. Each girl would order her chosen
"loser" to strip naked. Next she would power-suck his limp dick to rock
hardness, all the while furiously fingering her own sopping slot. Then the
brazen beauty would force the fucker onto the floor, lower her scalding wet
cunt onto his now-throbbing rocket, and roughly ride him until lift-off.
The girl usually had to drain three or four of these wimpy guys to get
herself off properly.
By the end of the school day, there wouldn't be a single loaded cock or
sperm-free cunt left among any of the students. A good quarter of the boys
would be so totally drained of spunk that the Amazon security staff would
have to drag their lifeless carcasses out of the school building. The
other boys would stumble out dazed and depleted, but wearing stupid smiles
on their faces. As for the girls, the majority would leave well and truly
sated. Although a few would demand (or require) some extracurricular
attention, which was gladly administered by the Amazon security staff [only
adult male staff were off-limits to the girls]. All in all, the Rockwood
girls would emerge from this sexual slaughter bristling with energy and
ready to take on the whole goddamn world. This especially applied to other
high schools.
Consequently, year after year, the Rockwood girls' athletic teams were
unbelievably successful. Unfortunately, the boys' teams sucked big time.
This was another major frustration for Coach Peters.
Saturday (a non-school day) sports contests were about the only ones the
Rockwood boys' teams ever seemed able to win. And then only if the
scantily attired cheerleaders cooperated and agreed not to drain them dry
before the game. Although Rockwood girls were obliged to tone down their
sexual antics at intramural events, they still proved to be a dangerous
distraction. The boys definitely had their work cut out trying to maintain
focus on the game, because the cheerleading squad included some of the most
gorgeous hard-bodies on campus. The fact that they were always so
provocatively clad in extremely short pleated skirts and cropped tops so
thin and tight that their nipples poked through certainly did not help
matters. Of course, their considerable charms worked against the opposing
teams as well.
Understandably, Coach Peters was frustrated by the pathetic performance
of his varsity and junior varsity teams. But fortunately his job wasn't
based on performance. Apparently this had been a long-standing problem at
Rockwood. Unfortunately, more than 10 years of Rockwood tradition worked
against Coach resolving this vexation anytime soon. Yet, despite years of
abysmally poor winning records, the boys' football games were always
exceptionally well attended [by men primarily, but who's counting?]. And
alumni contributions were at an all-time high. Go figure!
Initially though, Coach figured that his guys might have a better
chance, at least on Saturdays, if he could only find some way to slow-down
a particularly cock-hungry cheerleader - Tawny Stevens.
Tawny Stevens was a devastating 16-year old whore-angel whose awesome
beauty, voluptuous hard body, extremely provocative attire (along with her
thoroughly depraved sexual antics), and insatiable sexual appetite
regularly drained her male admirers bone-dry. She had personally crippled
more cock than the rest of the female student body combined. And as
mentioned before, Tawny Stevens was the only Rockwood female who'd ever
been able to fuck the famous "French Stallion" into submission.
A mere four weeks into the regular season, the devastating effects of
Tawny's relentless sexual heat were already being felt on the football
team. Coach Peters had had to place five star players on injured reserve
due to acute sexual exhaustion. The cause was all too obvious.
Yet despite the havoc Tawny was wreaking on his football team, Harry
Peters was in absolute awe of that blonde slut-goddess. He had never
before seen (or even dreamed about) a girl as devastatingly seductive or as
amply endowed as she.
There was an extraordinary eroticism about that young woman. Even fully
clothed, she could walk into a room and violently stiffen every cock there.
And once having seen Tawny's divine body mercilessly displayed in a cropped
top and belt-length miniskirt, it was impossible to resist mauling your
meat. And when she really dressed to kill, which was often, there wasn't a
red-blooded man alive who wouldn't entertain vicious thoughts of reaming
her senseless. Any but the most impotent wanker would give his left nut to
fuck her for just five minutes [the majority of them wouldn't even last
that long]. Quite a few men would be more than willing to furiously plough
her until either his dick fell off or his heart gave out. Harry Peters
himself had nearly worn the skin off his cock from furiously beating off to
the indelible images of Tawny's obscenely lewd antics and nasty attire.
Of course, Tawny Stevens wasn't the only Rockwood girl who played
prominent roles in Coach Peter's sordid stroke fantasies. Besides Tawny,
there were several coeds in particular that Coach Peters was dying to fuck
the brains out of. One was a stunning blonde sophomore named Jana
Matthews.
Besides being awesomely beautiful, Jana had the most gorgeous pussy that
Harry had ever seen. The primary reason he remembered the girl's pussy so
vividly was that she was always flashing it. Her long sinfully curved legs
were always so amply displayed in her short flared wool skirts and strap-on
sandals. Unlike quite a few of the teasing little sluts at Rockwood, Jana
loved to dress with class. Her tops may fit have tightly around her ample
breasts, but they were hand-woven with exquisite fabrics. Her pleated
skirts may have exposed quite a bit of her beautiful legs, but the brief
little garments were of the finest wool or silk. Yes, Jana was classy, but
she could also be nasty - definitely a plus in Coach's book. She was
always either bending over in her expensive little skirts (what panties?)
or pulling them up to tease, and when she did traffic would stop. Shaved
bald as a baby's butt and gently pouting, her pussy was simply stunning.
Framed by her awesome sculpted tanned legs and a tight round butt that you
could drool over, her pussy was magnificent.
Coach especially envied her boyfriend, Tuck Anderson, his star varsity
quarterback. You see, Jana didn't participate in the afternoon sex
slaughters like the other girls. Around 2pm, she simply left class in
search of her 6-foot stud of a boyfriend. Once having found him, she'd
raise her skirt to bare her bald pussy and lewdly grind up against him to
make sure that her consent was confirmed by the Amazon classroom monitor.
Then they'd both leave to find some secluded spot where they would fuck
each other like crazed animals for hours. The weight room, just beyond
Coach Peter's office was one of their favorite spots.
Merely seeing Tuck's thick 10-incher sink slowly into Jana's juicy
shaved cunt usually made Coach Peters hot enough to want to grab his meat
and pull away, but, unfortunately, this was forbidden at Rockwood (the sole
exception being in the boys' bathrooms during breaks).
Knowing how mercilessly his stunning girlfriend habitually cock-teased
her classmates and instructors, Tuck would proceed to fuck his naughty
little cock-tease with the fervor of a bull in heat. He got incredibly
turned on, knowing that he alone was able to savor the luscious goodies of
the hottest girl on campus. Tuck knew full well just how many of his
classmates savagely spanked their monkeys over Jana's hot buff bod every
single bathroom break.
Between Tuck's ferocious grunts on every downstroke [Jana's cunt had to
be incredibly tight!], and Jana's screams of ecstasy in the midst of a
thorough fucking, it was all Coach could do to keep from stroking his own
stiff monster. After a few minutes though, out of shear frustration, he'd
have to don his running clothes and work his angst off racing around the
athletic track. A side benefit was that he stayed in incredible shape
working off his constant sexual frustration. Of course, this didn't really
provide any relief; it simply deferred the inevitable. Once back at home,
Harry would finally be able to achieve release by viciously reaming his
on-again off-again girlfriend, Lucy.
While Lucy appreciated Harry's wild fucking (he truly was a beast in
bed), she hated the callous way he treated her when they were out in
public. Besides giving her little respect, Harry simply didn't seem
interested in her for anything but sex [but damn, could the man fuck!].
She'd left him five times already, but kept crawling back because no other
man knew how to make her cum buckets like Harry could.
One of her main complaints was that Harry never talked to her, but Harry
was no fool. He didn't dare talk about the things that happened at
Rockwood. He couldn't.
Harry was certain that if Lucy knew how often (nearly every time) he
brutally fucked some shameless young Rockwood slut in his mind while
viciously reaming Lucy's cunt, then she really would feel used; and in that
case would definitely leave him for good. Harry had to admit to himself
that Lucy was actually a good woman. He genuinely liked her cooking, her
tidiness, and her thoroughly warped sense of humor. She was quite a decent
lay besides. Yet, in the end, she was a bit too cheap and easy for Harry's
taste. Maybe he could learn to love her over time, but her attraction for
now was limited.
Speaking of cheap, there was one particular coed that Coach Peters was
disgustingly but powerfully turned on by. Her name was Belinda Nielssen.
She had recently arrived from Denmark.
The story about Belinda was that she'd so regularly and shamelessly
drained her six uncles of their spunk with her brazenly salacious antics,
that their enraged wives had approached her father demanding that either
Belinda be shipped off or something "unnatural" might befall her. Knowing
full well that those spiteful "bitches" would surely carry out their threat
and having learned about Rockwood Academy from the "bad girls'
underground", Belinda convinced her father to send her there if he indeed
felt it best to send her away. Naturally, her extensive extracurricular
(sexual) experience along with her healthy "farmgirl" looks augured well
for her acceptance to Rockwood. On her first visit to campus, she
definitely did not disappoint.
Belinda arrived on a black bicycle in black knee-high stockings, a short
black button-front leather mini, and a fringed wide-mesh cotton top that
draped to just above her nipples, revealing the full glory of her huge firm
milky tits. The chunky little blonde was certainly stacked! With her flat
toned stomach, she was obviously in great shape, as well. Her powerful
legs were especially eye-catching. The black knee-highs really set them
off, but it was her skirt (and what was underneath it) that so indelibly
etched itself into Coach Peter's dirty mind. Only the top button of the
skirt was fastened. This allowed the heavy skirt to split wide-open most
of the time. Since Belinda wasn't wearing any underwear, her hairy little
pussy was quite nastily exposed whenever she moved.
Belinda had started to climb off the bike, just in front of Coach
Peters. Having watched her quite closely as she approached the campus,
Coach was already sporting a fairly large boner. When that damned skirt
rode up her ass, splitting open to reveal her hairy cunt, Harry's dick grew
almost a full inch longer. Naturally, the little slut knew what she was
doing. She beamed him a naughty little smile as she lewdly straddled the
bike, deliberately prolonging Harry's agony. Her luscious tits wholly
exposed by the flimsy fringed top were absolutely mouth-watering. When she
put her hand over her pussy acting as if she intended to cover herself,
Harry just about blew his load right then and there.
After she finally dismounted, she said, in a thick Danish accent, "Oops,
I hope you'll pardon my ...um ... exposure. It's just that undies are so
uncomfortable when I'm riding. And this darned skirt doesn't offer any
protection either, as you can see." Then she added, "Well of course, you
can see!" while staring straight at the massive bulge in Coach's trousers.
"Anyway, my name is Belinda Nielssen" as she rushed forward to shake his
hand. But, suddenly she tripped and fell forward, knocking Coach Peters
down as she tumbled on top of him with the skirt splitting wide open.
The two Amazon guards who had rushed forward to prevent any further
contact were confronted with quite a sight. Belinda was lewdly wriggling
on top of Coach Peter's prone form, with her skirt up over her ass. While
he was cursing at her to get off of him, she was very nastily grinding her
wet pussy against his monstrous boner. She had no intention of getting up.
From her continuous moaning, it was clear that she was enjoying herself way
too much. To Harry's credit, though, he didn't touch her. That would have
given the Amazons carte blanche to bludgeon him (for breaking Rockwood's
harassment rules).
When the Amazon guards finally pulled Belinda off of her hapless victim,
they noticed a massive wet spot growing on the front of Coach Peter's
trousers. He had just cum in his shorts. "You sick sorry pervert! You
just can't wait to shoot your disgusting load all over some helpless
female" the Amazons sneered. "If this hadn't clearly been an accident,
your ass [and dick] would be ours, you pathetic wimp!" Harry bristled
visibly at that comment, since he considered himself to be quite the stud.
But the Amazons were far too massive and imposing for Harry to even try to
fight.
Belinda flashed an unbelievably nasty smile at Harry while licking her
lips as the Amazons helped to her feet. "I hope we can get together and
finish our little ... 'talk' sometime", the little trollop oozed as she
and her bike were ushered off by the Amazons.
"Don't even think about it, ... coach!" one of the Amazons smirked
back. From that moment on, Harry Peters had begun to plot his revenge
against the Amazons.
Racing to the bathroom to tidy up, Coach couldn't help but blast his
load a second time just thinking about the brazenness of that clumsy little
slut. Ten minutes later, Harry's cock was still hard as he left the
bathroom. He wasn't going to be able to forget that slut Belinda anytime
soon.
That night Harry fucked Lucy with such blind fury that after 7 loud
mind-shattering orgasms she finally lost consciousness. When she came to a
few minutes later, Harry was holding her close. He was stroking her very
tenderly. Lucy's heart almost stopped, she was so surprised. That was one
night Lucy never wanted to forget. It was also another reason why she kept
crawling back. She knew that deep down Harry did have a tender side.
Maybe someday, he'd open up to her. [If only she knew the real story ...]
Belinda never left Coach Peters alone after that. She would go out of
her way to sexually tease and provoke him. In the shortest of skirts, she
would bend over, stretch, do the splits, twirl, jump, and even hump passing
classmates just to get Coach's attention [not that she ever lost it].
On the days she wore cut-offs she'd always find a way to make it into
the weight room while Coach Peters was training his athletes. Seeing
Belinda work out on the bench in those incredibly nasty cut-offs usually
brought a stop to all other activity in the weight room. You could
literally cut the lust in that room with a chainsaw. The tight denim
crotch string would sink deeply into Belinda's parted pussy. Her fat cunt
lips would curl around it as it gently grazed back and forth over her clit.
Her juices would leak visibly.
Try as he might, Coach Peters could not ignore the little trollop.
Without fail he'd always sprout a monster erection whenever Belinda would
begin her lewd workout. And she was always asking Coach to critique her
form, help her select weights, or give her a towel. It was always
something. It was clear to everyone that she never wanted help from
anybody else but Coach Peters. Naturally, the ever-vigilant Amazons made a
point of watching him very closely every time Belinda was near.
When break time would finally arrive, those poor guys couldn't wait to
get to the bathroom. They would wank their rods so viciously that they'd
almost hurt themselves. Belinda's lewd cutoffs quickly became legendary
around Rockwood.
But one day, Belinda came to school in some obscene "jeans" that Coach
would never ever be able to forget. Coach nearly blew a nut the first time
he saw her arrive on campus in those "jeans". [Most of the boys who saw
her on campus that morning very nearly didn't make it back to class after
the first bathroom break.]
The infamous jeans were both ripped and bottomless. The entire crotch
and most of the rest had been cut clean away. The nasty low-riding jeans
had been abruptly severed just above her plump naked crotch. Her lightly
furred mound pouted obscenely to the world. Her deliciously curved ass
bubbled out nastily from behind, as well. On her left heart cheek was a
heart shaped tattoo pierced by an arrow with the name "Coach" inside. But
that wasn't all. The legs of the jeans hung down from two denim strips,
one on each side to expose Belinda's gorgeous thighs all the way up to her
furry pussy. What material remained was heavily slashed to bare most of
her calves and lower legs. To cap the slut look, Belinda wore an extremely
skimpy white crocheted bikini top that her copious tits literally poured
out of anyway.
Coach had to really motivate his players to work out that day. But just
as soon as he'd got them going, in struts Belinda wearing those jeans.
Their mouths all dropped open. Every guy there stiffened immediately.
Alternately they stared at her, then at Coach to see what was going to
happen.
Belinda goes right up to Coach and says "I made these jeans especially
for you, sweetie. Take a real long look. So how do you like them?" Coach
stood there dumbstruck. His cock was so hard that it nearly burst through
his warm-up pants. Sweat had started to bead on his forehead and upper
lip. "These ripped, bottomless jeans I'm wearing are for special occasions"
she continued. "They let a guy know right away what I want - a thorough
fucking with nothing between me and his cock. Well, should I model them
for you?" Belinda smiled quite wickedly. Then she proceeded to use the
benches and workout equipment as props for the lewdest modeling exhibition
anyone there has ever seen.
Belinda straddled the weight bench and lifted a couple of dumbbells. As
she did so, she raised her legs straight into the air to give Coach a good
look at her pussy. She hung from the chin-up bar and did an extremely
nasty set of leg splits. She begged Coach to split her even wider (with
his hands, of course). She slipped her feet into the stirrups as she split
her legs and pussy to pull some weighted cables. After one set, she had
Coach load more weight on the apparatus. She did reverse sit-ups while
lying face down on a bench. She urged Coach to come real close (close
enough to sniff her sopping cunt) and check her form as she did so. She
even hung upside down from the chin-up bar while doing ab flexes. Her tits
fell completely out of the bikini top, but she didn't seem to care. Her
only comment was "My poor tits need more support, don't they Coach?"
Belinda culminated her workout with a lewd pole dance that had every
man-pole in the place itching to do the "wild thang".
Even before the pole dance ended, those poor boys lost it. Every guy
except for Coach raced out of the workout room in a hypnotic sex trance.
Once in the bathroom, they worked their cocks with a frenzy. Within
minutes they had sprayed so much cum over the sinks and stalls that the
floor was covered in a pool of milky cream. The lust-driven boys kept
savagely beating their meat even after their balls had been drained bone
dry. Finally after 10 minutes, the last of them stumbled out of the
bathroom, barely able to walk. Needless to say, workouts were over for
that day.
As for Coach, his eyes had glazed over, he was so over-heated. His cock
was hot enough to singe the fibers in his trousers. Rivulets of nervous
sweat were running down his face. At that moment, Coach Peters wanted to
fuck that teasing little slut so badly that he'd even consider risking
death at the hands of the Amazons.
After finishing her searing pole dance, Belinda's cunt was oozing
girl-cum. She said to Coach "I'm so goddamn wet for you. Wanna touch me?"
Before he could answer, Belinda was grinding her wet cunt up against
Coach's twitching monster. "You know, Coach, we never did finish our
little ... talk", she moaned in a deep voice dripping with need. Coach
moaned too, but out of abject frustration. The semen was already boiling
his balls; and it was only a matter of time before Vesuvius was going to
blow, fucking or no fucking. This little slut really had his number.
Coach Peters had to literally beg the Amazons to take Belinda away.
"Coach, don't you love me?" Belinda cried as the Amazons pulled her away.
Miraculously Coach resisted the temptation to savagely stroke his
sausage. Several hundred deep yoga breaths had cooled him off sufficiently
to carry on with his normal school day [which would turn out to be not so
normal after all].
Around 2pm when the afternoon sex slaughter began that day, Belinda
dragged six fully erect studs into the weight room just so Coach could
witness them fucking her senseless. She'd teased those guys so brutally
with her slutty tricks that they were determined to fuck the devil out of
her. Yet, despite getting thoroughly reamed in her cunt and her ass by 6
well-hung fuckers, every chance she got, Belinda kept turning around to see
if Coach would come to her rescue.
After 15 minutes of some of the most brutal fucking Coach had ever
witnessed [the guys' monster cocks were ripping Belinda apart, and she was
loving every minute], he had to close his door. Harry was so frustrated
that he could have cried. He didn't even have Lucy's hungry cunt to ravage
tonight, since she was with her mother for a few days.
After having fucked their fill, the guys stumbled out of weight room,
leaving Belinda behind, limp and smiling, on a padded bench. She was
completely covered head-to-toe with sweet creamy spunk. If the girl hadn't
been in such a blissful state, the presiding Amazons would have viciously
"corrected" her "assailants". Even so, the Amazons ordered the boys back
into some of the most merciless classroom fuckfests still taking place.
Now, it was payback, as those same studs ended up getting fucked and sucked
senseless themselves by several dozen very horny and worked up teen sluts.
An hour later, the Amazons particularly relished dragging their six
lifeless carcasses out of the school building.
As for Harry, he ended up half-drunk at a hotel bar, where, eventually,
a pretty young stewardess consented to bring him up to her room. Harry did
not disappoint her. In fact, before he left the next morning, the woman,
Sasha, gave Harry her personal cell phone number with explicit instructions
to call her whenever he desired a "return engagement".
* * * * *
Belinda, Jana, and Tawny were on a long list of Rockwood coeds that
Coach Peters was dying to ream senseless. In his fantasies, he'd already
repeatedly fucked some long-delayed respect into those shameless teasing
little sluts. Him and about a hundred other Rockwood instructors and staff
members! They were all tired of constantly drooling over scores of
sinfully rich coed desserts that they were never allowed to eat (or even
lick).
Now Coach Harry Peters had a plan to do something about it.
His original plan had been to hypnotize the girls. Then he and the
other staff members would brutally and repeatedly fuck them under trance.
When they'd later regain awareness, except for the fact that their cunts
would be sore, they'd remember nothing. Coach would make sure that several
of his football players would be conveniently nearby and naked when the
girls came to.
His initial victims were going to be the voluptuous football
cheerleaders. But first he needed a way to distract and subdue the
ubiquitous Amazon security guards.
That was then. Coach had since completely reformulated his plan. This
one was guaranteed to satisfy nearly everyone involved.
Harry knew that had to be especially careful when dealing with the
Amazon staff. There was a rumor circulating that the last two male staff
members to challenge them had suffered very brutal and mysterious deaths.
One guy, a history instructor, literally got fucked to death. One of
the Amazons got naked, oiled herself up, and rubbed herself all over him
while he was gagged and tied to a bench. Of course the fucker got a major
boner. Next she backed her hairy pussy onto his nightstick, and squatted
up and down on him for the longest time, savagely working him with her
wicked vise-grip of a cunt. Then she switched to her asshole and really
put the grip on him. Years in the gym had made her ass muscles tight
enough to crush cans of beer. Drugging the sap beforehand with amyl
nitrate (to keep him nice and hard), she was able to squeeze four violent
and messy climaxes out of him in just over an hour. The poor guy's heart
finally gave out from all the pleasure and pain, especially the pain. The
Amazon slut had put such a vise press on him with her ass that his cock had
literally gotten crushed. Even if hadn't died, he'd never be able to hold
an erection again.
His accomplice, a guidance counselor, had been stripped naked and forced
to watch this sexually criminal act while hog-tied to a chair. He also had
several layers of industrial plastic tightly wrapped around his pelvis,
completely smothering his trapped cock. He had to endure the most brutal
dick draining he'd ever seen while completely unable to get an erection
himself because the wrapping was so tight. Finally, after his friend
bought the farm, two other Amazons finished the accomplice off in the
cruelest bluntest fashion imaginable. One crushed his pelvis between her
monstrous muscular thighs. Her thighs were said to be as big as oak tree
trunks. His pelvic bones cracked like dry brittle twigs. The agony must
have been unbearable. The other Amazon allegedly sealed the deal by
crushing his head between her 23" biceps. It caved in like an overripe
cantaloupe. That was it for him.
Their mangled remains were later found inside a badly burned vehicle at
the bottom of a ravine. The official cause of death was declared to be an
automobile accident, but few really believed it.
As mentioned previously, the Amazon guards at Rockwood were all awesome
physical specimens. Even the smallest had arms bigger than most men's
thighs. Their powerful backs were as broad as doorways. Their tight
narrow waists rippled with rows of rock-hard ab muscle. Their asses were
perfectly sculpted mounds as hard as steel bearings. Their huge muscular
thighs made male athletes quake with fear and envy. Even their calves
bulged with impossible muscle. The Amazons were fearless superwomen who
were both intimidating and unassailable. No one doubted that rumor even
the slightest bit.
To begin the festivities, Coach Peters had arranged for a little "fire
alarm".
He'd bribed an entire visiting contingent of power-lifters and
muscle-heads to pose as firemen and police officers. Ostensibly, their
task would be to secure the campus and subdue the Amazons. Coach Peters
prayed to God that they would be successful. Then with the Amazons out of
the way, Coach and the other male staff members would throw a nasty little
"debutantes ball" that none of the girls at Rockwood would soon forget.
Question was, would this bold plan actually succeed? And if even it
did, how would Coach Peters and his co-conspirators ever be able to keep
their jobs afterwards?
[Don't even dare to contemplate how furious the Amazons are going to be!
There will definitely be hell to pay!]
<to be possibly continued>
-head2fathead2fat@soon.com
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