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Subject: {ASSM} GO BOUNCERS! {T Thumper} (Mf)
Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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                            GO BOUNCERS!
                             by Tom Thumper


"Gosh Coach Bulzwacker, it would be so cool if I made
it onto the volleyball team!"  Suzie shut the door to the
coach's office.  Her voice got so high and squeaky when she
was excited; she didn't want the other girls to make fun of
her.  She flipped her long blond hair out of her eyes and
tugged the wrinkles out of her tight little crop top.  She
had come right from the gym to Coach's office.
	"That's why I asked you here, Suzie," said Coach,
pulling on the waistband of his shorts.  He had a bit of a
gut but was pretty ripped for an old guy in his fifties.
The girls kept bugging him to get rid of his graying
temples and go clubbing with them after tournaments.  "The
competition has been really tough.  It's come down to you
and one other girl."
	"Who?"  God, she had to make the team!
	"Lauren Mills."
	Suzie almost said, "That slut?!"  But held her tongue
and nodded silently instead.  Coach Bulzwacker didn't like
girls using foul language.  When Brenda Babcock called
another girl 'cocksucker' Coach had put her across his knee
and spanked her hard.  Brenda showed the other girls her
red bottom in the locker room.  Suzie remembered putting
her hand on the big red hand mark as Brenda groaned in
pain.  The redness covered nearly all of Brenda's derriere.
	"To make the final choice I've devised a test," Coach
continued, picking a clipboard off his desk.  "Lauren took
it last night and did quite well.  Now it's your turn?"
	"Now?" wailed Suzie, pressing her hands to her chest.
The coach grinned and said nothing, his eyes following her
hands to her voluptuous rack.  Suzie took a deep breath.
Lauren was such a suck-up.  She'd do anything to get on the
team.  Okay, then Suzie would have to do more.
	"I'm ready Coach," she said, rolling the r on 'ready'
like a young lioness.
	The first part of the test, an oral examination,
didn't go well.
	Suzie hadn't gotten very good grades in Physical
Education 11 last year and her lack of knowledge showed.
In addition she had only played volleyball for a year --
Lauren had better grades and two years of playing
volleyball.
	"How many miles do you jog a day?" he asked.
	"Jog?"  This was turning into a disaster, thought
Suzie.
	"That's okay," Coach said kindly.  "There is a test
later where we can measure your cardio fitness."
	Coach Bulzwacker finished with a few simple
questions.  Perhaps he was being easy on poor Suzie.  He
shook his head and put the clipboard down on the table.
	"You're not doing so well Suzie.  I expected things
to be closer, what with your excellent performance at the
tryouts yesterday.  Are you sure you want to continue?  The
next part of the test is pretty tough."
	Tears welled up in Suzie's eyes.
	"Coach, I've got to be on the team!  I'll just die if
I don't!"
	Coach Bulzwacker stroked Suzie's arm and patted her
bottom, almost making Suzie laugh in surprise.  What a
dirty old man!
	"There-there Suzie!"  His cologne was strong in her
nostrils, like new leather.  From under her downcast eyes
she could see the dark black hair peeking out from under
his muscle shirt.  "You just do your best and old Coach
will take care of you, little girl."
	"You mean it?"  She looked up at him with her big
blue eyes.
	"You bet," he said gruffly.
	She gave him a big hug, pressing her curvy young body
up against him.  When he gave her bottom a squeeze through
her snug little pink shorts, she just wiggled her ass and
hugged him tighter.
	"All right!" he said after a moment, moving away from
her and picking up his clipboard again.  "Let's go onto the
physical component of the test."  The clipboard stayed in
front of his lap.  Suzie began to see her chance to make
the team.  Or at least suspect there was something behind
that clipboard that would sure help her a lot!
	Coach Bulzwacker put her through the paces:  running
on the spot, squats, pushups, sit-ups and, finally, fifty
jumping jacks.  She was panting by the end, but so was
Coach.  His eyes devoured her bouncing boobs as she jumped
up and down.  She made a point of counting them out and for
a finale she did a cheer.
	"GOOOOO BOUNCERS!!"  That was the name of the girls'
volleyball team.
	The coach applauded her cheer, which Suzie took as a
good sign.  An even better signal was that Coach put down
his clipboard and revealed a big-shafted outline filling
the front of his shorts.  He saw that she was looking but
made no effort to cover up.  He was grinning.
	"Wow Suzie, you are in really good shape!" he said,
looking her up and down.  Suzie could feel the sweat
running down her back and into the crevasse of her bottom.
"I think you've got a real shot against Lauren."
	"What do I have to do next Coach?" asked Suzie,
holding her hands behind her back and swinging her chest
back and forth.  "I'm ready for anything."
	"Well Suzie," said Coach Bulzwacker slowly.  "You
know that women with large breasts are better volleyball
players, don't you?"
	"Really?" asked Suzie, bending forward in apparent
surprise.
	"Yes.  Yes!"  answered Coach.  "You see, when a
breasty player jumps up to deflect the ball, the weight of
her -- uh -- boobs pulls her higher into the air, making
her a better player."
	"Oh, that makes perfect sense," said Suzie smiling
brightly.
	"Uh, yeah."  Coach paused a moment and coughed.
"That's why I need to measure and weigh your breasts.  You
and Lauren seem pretty close in size."
	"I'm a 36 double-D," volunteered Suzie, arching her
back.
	"Mmm...so is Lauren," said Coach.  He slipped his
hand into his pocket and pulled out a measuring tape.  "If
you'd remove your shirt..."
	"Yes, sir!" Suzie said shyly.  She pulled the crop
top over her head, feeling like an exotic dancer in the
back room with a special customer.
	"Now the bra."  Coach licked his lips.
	Suzie paused for a moment.  Did she really want to be
on the team this much?  She glanced down at Coach
Bulzwacker's bulge.  She was really turning him on.  She
could feel the thrill of power rush through her viens like
a powerful drug.  Maybe that was why she was going along
with this ridiculous test.
	"Would you undo the clasps?  I'm awful with them."
She turned around and let him fumble with her bra, his
breath hot on her neck.  Finally the hooks came lose and as
she cradled her boobs in her hands, he slipped the straps
from her shoulders with his big knuckled fingers.  She
turned back to him and let the bra fall to the ground.
	"Is this good?"  She gave him a big, shameless smile.
	"They are wonderful!" he enthused.  "Raise your arms
over your head."  She did as she was told and he measured
her torso, putting the tape around her back and over her
nipples.
	"Very good," he said, brushing his erection against
her leg.  "Now I'll measure each boob's diameter.  He
wrapped the tape around each knocker, grunting his approval
at the measurements.
	"Your left one is even bigger than the right!"  He
tweaked her nipple, making her squeak.
	"But the bigger my boobies, the better?" she asked as
they jiggled in front of Coach's delighted eyes.
	"Oh, yes!"  He nodded.  "Then they should be
heavier."
	"Do you have scales?" Suzie asked.  "I bet mine are
heavier than Lauren's!"
	"I have the most accurate scales in the world!"  He
held out his hands.  "They've weighed every buxom Bouncer
for the last twenty years!"
	"Coach!  You're so naughty!"  But as she said this
she slipped her breasts into his hands and let her belly
press against his crotch.
	Bulzwacker groaned and lifted her boobs off her
chest.  His large hands cupped the underside of her melons
and drew them out so they formed perfect torpedoes with
Suzie's erect nipples making aerodynamic tips.
	"Oh, Coach," she murmured, rubbing up and down his
front.  "I feel so frisky.  How do I feel to you?"
	"You feel ready to milk," he said, squeezing one boob
and then the other.  She giggled in response.  Her panties
were so wet!  He bounced her boobs together gently.  "What
a wonderful set."  She could feel his prong twitch against
her tummy as he said it.
	Then he released her and picked up his clipboard.
Suzie was confused.  Wasn't there going to be something
else?  She was ready!
	"You and Lauren are tied in the physical part of the
test and Lauren beats you in the questionnaire."  Suzie's
face fell.  "But don't worry, there is something else."
Coach Bulzwacker opened a drawer and pulled out a cucumber
shaped metal tube attached to a small black box with a
digital readout.
	"This device measures your cardio-fitness.  You don't
jog like Lauren but this machine will tell me if you have
good lung capacity.  From Lauren's readout I suspect she
smokes."
	"I've never smoked," declared Suzie, who made no move
to put her top back on.  Her nipples were standing out
proudly, like Coach's bulge which was now bigger than the
metal cucumber.  "How does it work?"
	"You suck on the metal probe and I monitor your
suction measurement here."  He flicked a switch on the box,
but nothing happened.  "What the hell?"  He fiddled around
with the box for a couple of minutes but the device
remained dead.
	"I'm sorry Suzie," he said.  "I guess I'll have to go
with Lauren.  Without your suction readout..."  He looked
longingly at her lithe, half naked body.  "It's a shame."
	"But Coach!" cried Suzie, hopping up and down.  "I'm
like a shop-vac!  Ask anyone!"
	"Oh, I've heard," said Coach Bulzwacker, grinning.
"But without a score, what can I do?
	Suzie pressed herself up against him and put her hand
on his ever-present bulge.  She was grinning wildly.  She'd
never been this forward!
	"Let me suck you, Coach Bulzwacker.  It'll be just
like you squeezing my tities.  You liked doing that, didn't
you?  You'll love this."  She could feel him growing
beneath her hand.
	Coach shut his eyes in pleasure and then reopened
them.
	"Okay Suzie, but just because I like you."  He kicked
off his big black boots and socks.  With a flourish he
yanked his short off.  No underwear anywhere!  The large
pendulous head of his dong poked out from under his long
muscle shirt.
	"Time to get naked, I suppose."  He  pulled off the
shirt and revealed a broad, powerful chest covered with a
rich thatch of chest hair that trailed down his torso,
encircled his swelling 8 inch dong and covered both tree
trunk legs.  Suzie never felt so small in all her life.
Was she sexing an older man or a gorilla?  She dropped to
her knees feeling her shorts pull tight across her bottom.
	"How will I know if I've passed?" she asked.
	"Oh, you'll know," he said, taking the back of her
head and pushing his cock into her willing mouth.
	"Now the trick is to get a good seal," he said,
leaning back against the desk to get a better view of her
round full ass.
	"Mmmm, mmmm..." she said, going further and further
down his long shaft.
	"Oh yes!  Use the tongue...oh yes...using the tongue
like that is very good."
	"Mmm, slurp, slurp, smack, slurp..." she said.
	"I like the sounds...Oh shit, you've got lots of
saliva.  Like a liquid dream!"
	"Mm-mm-mm-mmm!"
	"Yeah, faster, harder, suck-suck you horny little
bitch!"
	Suzie rocked faster and faster and faster.  She was
going to orgasm in her panties!  Coach's hands were
entwined in her hair, urging her to go down further and
even faster.  She sucked as hard as she could -- 'cause she
was a very very good girl!
	Suddenly there was a short rap on the door.
	For a brief instance they froze, then Coach
Bulzwacker urged Suzie to continue her test.
	"Yes?" he asked, managing a half normal tone of
voice.
	"It's Lauren, Coach Bulzwacker.  May I come in?"
	On hearing Lauren's voice, Suzie put her mind to her
task and began to deep throat Coach's cock like a champion.
In her enthusiasm, she produced loud slurping noises,
probably very audible on the other side of the door.  But
it probably didn't matter, Lauren, who had heard plenty of
cock sucking, wasn't very bright.
	"Ah, no Lauren," said Coach.  He could feel his cock
pulse in Suzie's throat.  God, she was a fine cock-sucking
cunt!  "I'm getting changed.  Oh!  I'm actually completely
naked right now."
	"That's okay with me Coach," said Lauren.  "I really
want on the team."
	"Oh man!" Coach Bulzwacker erupted, both verbally and
cumily.  Suzie sucked and sucked, drinking in the salty
river of salty jism, bobbing her head up and down,
squeezing the Coach's furry balls to get every drop.
	"I'm--I'm sorry, Coach!" cried Lauren on the other
side of the door, completely ignoring the grunts and groans
and slurps coming from behind the shut door.  "It's just
that yesterday, when you measured my boobs--"
	Suzie licked the rivulets of cum off the sides of
Coach Bulzwacker's prick with her long dexterous tongue and
then stood up.  She undid the string on her shorts and
wiggled them to the ground.  Licking her fingers, she
stroked her moist blond pussy.
	"Tell her," she whispered and then bent over the desk
in a most inviting way.
	Coach Bulzwacker stood behind her and shoved her legs
apart, squeezing her plump young bottom appreciatively.
	"I'm sorry, Lauren," he said, taking his already-
hard-again-hard-on and ramming it into Suzie's slutty cunt.
"That was a test.  When you let me feel up your boobs and
suck on your nipples, then allowed me to finger you until
you came on my desk, you proved that you were a tramp and
not worthy to wear the Bouncer's tank-top."  He slid into
Suzie easily.  She was dripping with pussy juice.
	"But I wouldn't suck your cock when you asked!"
protested Lauren.
	"That-"  He began to fuck Suzie with long rhythmic
strokes, which so aroused her, she had to clamp the metal
tube between her teeth so she didn't scream.  "That's
beside the point -- oh, yes you little cunt, ride it!  You
just proved you're a cock tease.  I suggest you go to the
Ram's locker room--"  The Rams were the boy's football
team.  "And cock suck as many players as you can because
that is the only way you'll ever make it on or under any
sports team!"
	Suzie convulsed with orgasmic pleasure and her
rippling pussy worked its magic on Coach Bulzwacker's cock,
which shot both barrels into her writhing ass.
	"You tight little bitch!  Fucker! Fucker!  Yeah, arch
your back and take it!  Oh, go girl! Go!  Goooo Bouncers!!"
He let out a great sigh and collapsed into his chair, his
cock still shooting jets of semen.
	From the other side of the door Lauren sobbed.  She
had worn her best mini and tube top all for nothing.
	"I'll show you," she said.  "I'll suck every
goddamned player so good they'll have nothing left for the
big game tonight!"  With a determined glint in her eye, she
marched off to the Ram's locker room wobbling on her high
heels.
	Lying on the floor beneath Coach Bulzwacker's oozing
cock, Suzie grinned and held out her tongue for more.

- fin -


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