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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: Go Bulldogs, Go! ch. 3
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Song of the South
Go Bulldogs, Go! pt 3
(interr, M/f (teen), nc, ws)
by
Manny Gotrocks

***

Again, this is a nasty work of fantasy.  In real life, this stuff
would be illegal.  Consider yourself warned.

Again, if you like it, feedback, please.  Put Song of the South or Go
Bulldogs Go in the title.  Be specific about what you like.  That's
what keeps it coming.

***

Coach Bender had recovered somewhat by the end of first period when
Alesha and Tanya hurried through the locker room door.  The girls were
hunched over as their guts cramped from the load of piss sloshing
around.  As they took off their skirts and panties in the coach's
office Bender could see the tightly clenched muscles of their asses as
they strained to hold in the butt plugs.  The coach walked behind them
as they shuffled to the toilets, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight
of the two black asses with their protruding pink rubber stoppers.

The girls now faced the hardest part of their ordeal as they squatted
over two toilet bowls.  They had to remove the plugs and place them in
their mouths without losing a drop of piss from their stretched and
gaping buttholes.  That meant the girls had to squeeze down tight as
they dragged the plugs from their anuses, a painful procedure.

Bender watched as the girls pulled the plugs out and popped them in
their mouths, their gluteal muscles standing out in sculpted relief as
they clenched their sphincters.  The coach took out his cock as he
watched sweat roll down Alesha's brown face.  She blinked as the fat
drops trickled into her eyes and burned.

"Wash that plug," he said, pulling his dick.  Alesha grasped the base
of the plug and moved in back and forth between her thick lips. 
Bender rolled the head of his hardening cock between his thumb and
finger and looked back and forth from the black girl's puckered,
trembling anus to her lips clamped tight around the befouled butt
plug.  "Okay," he rasped and slapped Alesha's ass.  The cheerleader
flinched and her abused sphincter let go.  A flood of rank amber fluid
gushed from her ass into the toilet.  Her legs quivered as she shat
out Bender's piss.  The coach slapped Tanya's butt and the process was
repeated.  In a few seconds both girls were empty, their legs and
asses shaking as they straddled the befouled toilets, the coach's piss
trickling down their legs.

"Get finished," Bender said.  He pointed at Alesha.  "You first."  The
beautiful young Negress fell to her knees and buried her face between
the cheeks of Tanya's ass, cleaning the other girl's anus with her
tongue and licking the coach's stale piss from Tanya's inner thighs
and pussy.  After Bender was satisfied, they reversed positions and
Tanya applied her tongue to Alesha's browneye.  Bender was tempted to
fuck them again as he watched Tanya drag her long, pink tongue along
the length of Alesha's thigh, but he put his dick back in his pants
and watched them put on their panties and skirts, and leave.

The reason Bender resisted screwing the two girls was because he knew
about seventh period.  Seventh period found the coaching staff
gathered in gym.  They went into the coach's office.  A door to their
left led into the locker room.  A door in from of them opened into a
barely-finished tunnel under the stands.  The tunnel was used mostly
for storage, but there was a plain gray door about halfway down its
length.  Bender unlocked the door and the seven members of the
Ambrosia coaching staff crowded into a small room, bare except for a
few folding chairs, a phone on the wall, and a large two-way mirror. 
The mirror looked into the training room. The training room was a
large room between the girls locker room and the boys locker room.  It
contained weight machines and an open section used for stretching and
agility work.  The inside wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling
mirrors.

The door to the training room opened and the cheerleaders came in for
their seventh-period workout.  Twenty girls, clad in an assortment of
revealing clothing, from cut-off T-shirts to tiny gym shorts and Lycra
thongs.  Bender spotted Tanya and Alesha.  He grinned as he noticed
how gingerly they lowered themselves onto any apparatus that required
them to sit.

Shannon Summers watched the girls closely.  The cheerleading coach
wore tight gray sweatpants.  The elastic top had been cut off, leaving
the garment hanging dangerously low.  Gold glittered in her navel and
the coaches all knew that there was a matching ornament underneath her
sweats.  A black sports bra encased her D-cup tits and her black hair
was pulled back in a loose ponytail.

"You won't get many a them to the pound," defensive co-ordinator
Woodrow 'Woody' Stone growled.  Even at Ambrosia High, Woody Stone was
a legend.  He had been married four times.  Each wife was a former
Bulldog cheerleader.  He had married the first one as a young coach;
he was twenty-four and she was twenty-two.  He had married his latest
wife eighteen months ago.  She was also twenty-two.  Woody was
fifty-one.  He had been offered the head coaching position at AHS, but
he'd confided to Dick Bender that he never considered.  "It'd cut into
my fuckin' time," he drawled.  He was a randy old goat and an early
adopter of Viagra and Cialis.  In fact, he'd gotten the high school
chemistry teacher to whip up a more powerful version of the drugs,
which he popped like Pez.  He liked to say it kept his blood pressure
down.

Now he looked through the mirror and massaged the growing lump in his
crotch.  His gaze settled on a willowy black girl.  "That's some
prime-lookin' pussy," he mumbled.  He reached for the phone and
punched in a three-digit number.  A light flashed on the phone in the
training room.  Shannon Summers picked up.

"Why don't you get that sweet ass in here?" Stone growled.  Shannon
hung up and left the room.  Seconds later the door opened and she
stepped inside.

"Yes sir?" she said.  Her large nipples stretched the elastic of her
sports bra.

"Who's that purty little cunt?" Stone asked, pointing with one hand
and squeezing his bulge with the other.

Shannon glanced through the mirror.  "Vanessa Parker.  Sophomore."

Stone began twisting one of Shannon's nipples through her bra.  It
hardened to his touch.  "Tell you what, sweet thang, why don't you
just send her on down to the locker room."  Stone leered.  Shannon
nodded and turned to go.  Stone reached out suddenly and yanked down
her pants, exposing her perfect ass.  He smacked her hard on the butt
and yanked her pants back up.  "That'll hurry ya along," he smirked. 
The coaches hurried toward the locker room, seven grown men squeezing
and rubbing their peckers through their shorts, as Shannon went back
to the training room.  Stone positioned himself in the middle of the
room while the other six coaches, giggling like third-graders, went
into the office to watch.

The door opened and Vanessa Parker stuck her head in uncertainly.  The
locker room was a large, open L-shape.  A large white board hung on
one wall, just inside the door.  Ceiling-to-floor wire mesh lockers
lined the short end of the L.  A folding chair sat in front of each
locker.  The upper end of the long leg set aside for treatment; large
metal cabinets surrounded three padded tables and a whirlpool tub.
Vanessa saw Woody Stone.  He motioned for her to step inside.  She
wore tiny navy-blue shorts and a white sports bra.  She had café au
lait skin and large, doe-like brown eyes.  She was taller than the
coach.

"C'mere sugar," he said.  Vanessa hesitated, then crossed to where he
stood in the middle of the room.  Stone grinned.  "You know why I
called you here?" he asked.

"No sir," she said in a whispery voice.

"I asked you in here," he said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his
swollen prick, "so you could suck on my big ol' hog."

Vanessa blinked.  "What?" she asked, confused.  Stone's face contorted
and he slapped her across the face, hard.  Vanessa rocked back on her
heels.  "Don't you ever question me," Stone snarled, then took a short
step forward and drove his fist into her midsection.  Vanessa dropped
to her knees, arms folded across her stomach.  She gasped and then
retched and vomited.  Droplets splattered on Stone's shoes.

"You fuckin' little whore," he snarled, driving his foot into her
stomach.  The blow flipped her over on her back, limp.  The coach
stalked to the treatment area and grabbed a straight-back steel chair.
 He slammed the chair down in the middle of the room, then grabbed the
gasping, crying girl by the hair and dragged her across the carpet. 
Pulling her up, he dumped her in the chair.  Tears ran down Vanessa's
face as she finally began to breathe again.  Stone reached over her
head and grabbed the back of her sports bra with one hand and yanked
it over her head.  Vanessa's hands flew up to her breasts; Stone
slapped her across the face.

"You leave them titties uncovered," he snapped.  Shivering, Vanessa
lowered her hands, exposing a set of full, rounded boobs with upturned
nipples.  "Now, git them pants off," he commanded.  The girl lifted
her butt and wiggled her shorts and panties down over her legs.  At
Stone's look she removed her shoes and socks as well.  Stone grabbed
her clothing and threw it into a corner.  He grabbed a towel from
beside the whirlpool and dipped one end in the tub as he turned back
to the quaking girl.  Stone grinned as he flipped the towel over his
shoulder, then undressed.  His body was broadened with age, but still
powerful.  His cock was thick and bloated, covered with purple veins.

"Now," he said, spinning the towel as he leered at the girl, "spread
them legs."  Vanessa bit her lip and reluctantly moved her knees
apart.  Her thighs parted, revealing her shaved mons and a delicate
pink pussy.  Stone flicked the towel.  The wet end struck just above
her clitoris.  Vanessa screamed in pain.  Stone snapped the towel
again, this time burning her inner thigh.  She sobbed and cried.

The six coaches, dicks out and in hand, watched as Stone went to the
laundry hamper.  He reached in and pulled out a soiled jock, so rank
with sweat the smell was almost visible.  The supporter was stained
brown at the junction of the cup and leg straps.  Stone went to the
crying girl and yanked back her head.  Vanessa's wide, fearful eyes
stared up at him.

"If you can't keep quiet, then this might help."  A coarse laugh
erupted from the older man as he forced the fetid, stinking
undergarment into her mouth.  He stepped back and spent the next ten
minutes flogging the girl with the wet towel.  Several times he
snapped the towel directly on her pussy and she howled into her
improvised gag.  Snot and tears ran down her face.

Stone flipped the towel back over his shoulder.  Grinning at the
terrified girl, he went to the treatment area and returned with a
large jar of Atomic Balm.  Imagine Ben-Gay turned up to a thousand. 
That would be the beginning of Atomic Balm.  Stone used a tongue
depressor to scoop out a glob of the thick, orange-yellow paste, then
smeared it on Vanessa's nipples.  Vanessa howled into the filthy jock
as the heat spread through her tits.

"Thank that's bad?" Stone sneered, then thrust the goo into the girl's
vagina.  Vanessa's eyes bugged and her heels drummed on the floor. 
Stone stepped behind the chair and kicked it, dumping Vanessa onto all
fours.  The coach put down the jar, then put his foot on her head and
forced it to the floor.  Her round, flawless ass thrust upwards.  The
coach squatted over her and pried her ass cheeks apart with his
thumbs, then buggered her.  The burning agony in Vanessa's nipples and
twat left her barely aware of this new pain.  Stone forced his cock
into her bowels until he was nestled to the root, then began
thrusting.  He ass-fucked the girl with long, steady strokes as she
screamed into the foul jockstrap, now soaked with her saliva and
tears.  Stone finally pulled out, stood over her face, and spewed his
thick white ball-batter over her face and hair.  He stepped back and
wiped his forehead on one arm, then grinned as he stepped behind her
again.

He picked up the Atomic Balm, shoveled out a heaping gob of the paste,
and jammed it into the girl's gaping asshole.  He worked the tongue
depressor around her bowels, then tossed it aside as he stalked to the
showers.  Vanessa squirmed on the floor, trying to relieve the
burning, searing agony that spread through her private parts.  The
other coaches came out of the office and gathered around the
twitching, writhing girl.

"Well," one of them said, "I'm not putting my dick in her pussy now."

"Asshole's off-limits too," another observed.

"Well, boys," Dick Bender said, pointing his dick down toward
Vanessa's face and stroking hard, "there's only one thing to do." 
Five other zippers were lowered and five men began to beat off.  In
minutes, Vanessa Parker was covered in a flood of slippery, pearly
jizz.

-- 
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