Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 4
Keywords: F/F, f/F, inter, spank, humil
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Short Summary: White females submitting to Black females.



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Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Chapter 4



	Monday morning Jessica arrived at school early. She hadn't had 
a good nights sleep the whole weekend. Her nights had been one big 
emotional blur, leaving her tired as she arrived to work. During the days 
she had managed to successfully block out the degrading activities of 
Friday night from her mind, and was confident that today she'd be able 
to do just the same. 

Never the less, Miss Simons was obviously a wreck as she stumbled into 
the large school building, but still managed to make it to her first room 
with out looking too out of sorts.

The "official" cheerleading coach of Dalefield High did have other 
responsibilities at the school. Besides her cheerleaders she often assisted 
other teachers, doing various errands and tasks. She didn't like it, but it 
paid her well enough and usually kept her occupied until after school.

But today would be the first time she'd actual pay attention to actual 
teacher/student interactions. Last sunday evening she had again 
questioned herself and asked the question "Was it true?" Did white 
women really have a natural desire to serve black women? She herself 
was almost tired of questioning this theory. Trish had proven it time and 
time again to be true. 

But despite watching first hand the submission of her own cheerleaders, 
the white women at the party serving as play things, and her own desires 
to submit to Trish, something still didn't seem right. Did all white 
women feel the same way? She had to find out, and the school was the 
best way to do that. Her plan was to watch and listen. To study if there 
where other teacher's like herself at the school that had similar 
submissive desires with their non-white female students.

Her first class was with Mr Brodan. Yes he was a man, but a white man. 
Was there also something to this natural dominance with the males? Not 
that she was able to tell. Yes some of the black students were generally 
more rude to him, but he composed himself rather impressively, and 
didn't appear to show any submissiveness to them.

After two classes, she was with Miss Jenkins. Yes she was a woman, but 
a black woman. Yet it was still worth a look. But here to nothing seemed 
out of the ordinary. However, Miss Simons did notice for the first time 
that Jenkins treated her a little differently than normal. Almost like she 
were less....equal. But it was probably just her imagination.

Another two classes went by before she went to Mrs Clark's room. Now 
Marsha Clark was white and definitely a woman. She was roughly the 
same age as Miss Simons and married, with 3 children. She was a good 
woman and Miss Simons had a lot of respect for her and her work ethic.

But even with that high level of respect, former coach wanted to see that 
respect tested. She wanted to now if Mrs Clark was or was not 
susceptible to Trish's famed "Natural Dominance" as well.

Miss Simons would get her test. The class that was being taught was 
Algebra, and comprised of a general mix of students, including a rude 
group of black girls who held the corner of the classroom. From days 
past Miss Simons could remember their usual class disturbances, but 
rarely paid attention to how they affected the white teacher.

Well today was no exception. As Mrs Clark was giving a lecture and 
writing on the board, three of the girls were engaged in their own 
conversations. Several times the teacher turned around and look at them 
coldly, but when she turned back they'd simply resume talking. Every 
time Miss Simons would hold her breath. 

Finally at one point Miss Clark told them sternly to behave themselves 
or ELSE. Two of the girls immediately went quiet. But a third, Brandy, 
didn't.

After a few moments Brandy, clearly the oldest of the girls continued 
trying to talk to her friends.

"That's it young lady, Detention!"

Brandy's mouth flew open in surprise and anger. She apparently didn't 
believe that Mrs Clark would call her out like that, but she was wrong. 
Miss Simons couldn't believe what she had seen either. Mrs Clark had 
actually stood up to Brandy. It meant that none of it was true. Brandy, a 
young black girl was put in her place by a white woman just like her. It 
proved there was no such thing as natural dominance. White women 
didn't have to submit to black women.

Miss Simons was beyond happy. At that moment all she wanted to do 
was give Mrs Clark a huge hug. She just had to know how she stayed so 
cool and in control. How did she stand up to this black teen so boldly, 
something that she herself had not been able to.


After class she went to talk with her new inspiration.

"Hey Marsha. Great class today."

"Oh thanks Jessica, I'm glad you thought so. Its sometimes not easy 
when you have kids acting up, but overall I thought it went well. So 
what's up?"

"Well I was just admiring how you handled Brandy today. She was 
really causing a problem." Mrs Clark oddly seemed to tense up a little at 
the mention of Brandy's name. Miss Simons only barely noticed.

"That? Oh its no big deal. You just have to know how to set these kids 
straight. Be stern with them and they'll crumble."

"You certainly did with her. But....are you always able to handle things 
this well?"

"What do you mean?" Marsha gave her a quizzical look.

"Well, I mean you know how rude girls can be sometimes, 
especially....the black ones..." Miss Simons could see the woman begin 
to fidget a bit in her seat. She wondered if there was something wrong, 
but continued "... So do you ever have any real problems with them?"

Mrs Clark's eyes narrowed as she looked at Miss Simons, almost as if 
she were studying her. Then after a moment she responded. "Listen 
Jessica, I'm not really sure where your coming from but if your looking 
for advice, I recommend avoiding confrontations with any of your 
students, even black girls. It can sometimes...cause you problems. But 
just remember what I told you before. Be firm with them and they'll 
respect you."

That was all Miss Simons had to hear. It made perfect sense. If you 
wanted respect you had to demand it. Mrs Clark demanded respect from 
Brandy, and she got it. And why couldn't she do the same? What was 
stopping her from being firm with Trish and putting her little black 
behind in her place? And to think she had freely went to that stupid, 
humiliating party just for the honor of being one of Trish's 
cheerleaders...."ugh" she grunted as she marched her way down to the 
locker rooms. It was time to take back her squad.


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"TRISH, GET IN HERE!" Yelled an inspired Miss Simons from inside 
her former office. Trish had just arrived and was surprised to see her old 
coach yelling in such an aggressive manner.

"What's this all about?" She wondered as she dropped her things and 
moved towards the office, now her office.

"Hello Miss Simons, how those tits of yours? Still hurting from friday?"

The quick statement caught the older woman off guard and despite her 
new demeanor she blushed. A quick image of the cane flashed through 
her mind, before composing herself once again.

"No Trish, they do not still hurt. Now I have something very important 
to discuss with you." Trish watched her coach intently. "I've finally had 
enough of all this nonsense. You and I both know that all this mumbo 
jumbo about 'natural dominance' is just garbage."

Trish wanted to smile, but played serious. "But Miss Simons, you saw 
for yourself at the party. The way those other white girls submitted. 
Even yourself."

"Trish, I realize now that you simply tricked me into believing it. There 
is no genetic disposition in white females to submit to black females and 
you know it. Now enough is enough. Your little games will come to an 
end. Starting with who coach's this squad."

There she had said it. Finally she was firm with Trish, just like Marsha 
had been with Brandy. Now she was sure that Trish would crumble 
before her.

But in actuality, while Trish stood listening to her former coach, she was 
getting quite amused by the whole thing. She so loved it when her white 
pets struggled and resisted. It made it so much more enjoyable when 
they finally broke into submission. But where did this come from? How 
did she come to this new inspiration? Trish new something had caused 
this change in attitude, and she was going to find out. So Trish asked her 
just that.

"Miss Simons, where did all this come from? I thought you were 
progressing so nicely. You were finally truly accepting who you are and 
what your place is. Now this? What's the cause of all this new 
behavior?"

"Well Trish, I've seen first hand that it all a lie. Not all white women 
want to submit to black women. I just got back from Mrs Clark's class. I 
watched proudly as she dominantly put one of her rude, black female 
students in her place. When the black girl challenged her, Mrs Clark 
didn't back down. Now she's upstairs with Mrs Clark right now serving 
her detention.

"Oh really? And this black girl accepted her white teacher's authority?"

"Yes she did!" Miss Simons spoke proudly.

"I see. Do tell me Miss Simons, what's the name of the punished black 
girl?"

"Brandy!" 

"Brandy huh? Well why don't we go pay a visit to this Mrs Clark's room 
and see if what you are saying is true after all."

"Uh.....OK, follow me..." Miss Simons was a little unsure she wanted to 
do this. She didn't want to bother Mrs Clark while she was giving out a 
detention, but she needed to prove she was right. She needed to show 
Trish the truth and end this once and for all.


After a brief walk upstairs they arrived outside the closed door of Mrs 
Clarks room and Miss Simons gave it a light knock. After a moment, 
Mrs Clark opened the door and greeted her fellow instructor cheerfully.

"Hey Jessica. This is a surprise. Did you forget something?" 

"Oh its nothing Marsha, I only wanted to make sure everything was 
going ok with the detention." As she spoke, she quickly noticed Brandy 
in the back of the classroom, writing something on the board.

Mrs Clark smiled. "Don't worry about her, I've got everything under 
control. I have her writing lines on the board. That should keep her busy 
for a while."

Miss Simons looked at the board and read the first line: "I will not talk 
in class". Miss Simons turned and smiled in triumph at Trish. Trish gave 
no response either way.

"So who do you have here with you?" Asked Marsha, looking at Trish.

"Oh....ah this is one of my..... YES, this IS one of MY cheerleaders." 
Marsha looked confused at the other woman's emphasis on words.

"Hello Miss Clark, my name is Trish." The young girl chimed in.

"Well pleased to meet you Trish. Now if you two will excuse me, I need 
to finish grading some papers."

"Don't worry, its no problem." Spoke Trish as she pushed her way past 
Mrs Clark and into the room. Miss Simons began feeling a sense of 
worry.

"Come Trish, we really must let Mrs Clark get back to work. You see 
she has a student serving detention."

"Yes I do see. Brandy is it?"

At this point Brandy had stopped writing on the board and was watching 
the three women.

"You know Mrs Clark, I really do find it fascinating that you would 
choose to punish Brandy."

By now Marsha was getting a little annoyed with all the intrusion. 
"Trish, I must really get back to work. And your distracting my student 
from her task. Please leave this instant."

"No I don't think so."

Mrs Clark paused, surprised at the unexpected response. "Excuse me 
young lady?"

"I said no. I'm not finished with what I need to do here."

Marsha's face was now getting red as she quickly glanced over to Miss 
Simons, expecting her to do something about her rude student.

But Miss Simons wasn't quite sure what to do. She had been afraid of 
this. She didn't want Trish to get into a confrontation with Marsha. But 
that's exactly what was happening.

"Jessica, take your student out of my class room THIS INSTANT or she 
going to be in BIG trouble."

Gosh she admired her tone. So authoritative, so in command. Miss 
Simons quickly turned to Trish "You heard her, out of the classroom 
now!" She could feel the authority in her own voice, and it felt good. But 
Trish wasn't budging.

"Mrs Clark, let me ask you. Do you really want to punish Brandy?"

Marsha quickly snapped back at her question, "Brandy is being punished 
because she was a very rude girl, which is exactly what you are being!"

Trish appeared unfazed, "Well Mrs Clark I believe this isn't really how 
you would prefer things."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about whose getting punished. You would prefer it if 
someone else were getting punished I'll bet?"

Marsha was getting beyond upset at this point and was starting to shake 
in anger. 

"Huh Mrs Clark? I wonder who else you would want to be up there 
instead of Brandy, writing a hundred times on the board like a bad girl."

Miss Simons noticed Marsha's eyes widen, but still she remained silent. 
"Why wasn't she responding?" wondered the coach. "Wasn't it important 
to be firm and stand your ground with these girls?" Yet Mrs Clark 
continues to just standing there and Trish spoke.


Turning to Brandy, Trish continued, "You know Brandy, I think your 
teacher has a little fantasy she's been hiding. I think she's imagined this 
situation before. How about you Brandy? I bet you would prefer if it 
were someone else being punished don't you?"

Brandy nodded, but still looked worriedly at Mrs Clark, expecting her to 
yell at any moment. She didn't.

"Tell me Brandy, who would you like that person to be?" 

Brandy didn't say a thing, yet looked wide eyed at Mrs Clark.

Trish smiled and turned back towards Mrs Clark.

"So how about it Mrs Clark? Is this how your fantasy goes?"

"I...I...don't have a fantasy..." Marsha no longer had a look of 
determination and authority. For the first time Miss Simons could see 
doubt....and....and...FEAR!

"Oh I know you do Mrs Clark. You remember it don't you? The one 
with the black student who turns the tables and punishes you?"

Mrs Clark momentarily lost her balance. "Did her knees just go weak?" 
Questioned Miss Simons.

"Please....stop this....this nonsense right now..." Miss Simons couldn't 
believe how feeble her fellow teacher now sounded.

"But you really don't want me to stop do you? You actually want Brandy 
to say no to you. You want her to disrespect you and give YOU 
detention. Isn't that right?"

By now Trish was right in front of Mrs Clark's face, adding to the 
intimidation. Marge looked back at the young girl as her eyes slowly 
watered, "No....no...its not true...."

Trish raised a finger to the trembling older woman's lips 
"Shhhhhhhhhh....Its ok, we wont tell anyone what happens here today or 
how you truly feel. It'll be our little secrete."

Trish looked back to Brandy. Both girls exchanged a look of 
understanding. Then for the first time Brandy took control. 

"Mrs Clark, I think I wont be writing any more on the board today. In 
fact, I wont be serving any more of this stupid detention either. I think 
instead it would be so much more fun if you served my detention for me. 
Yes I like that idea very much. Why don't you get your big white butt 
over here and take over for me!"

In astonishment, Miss Simons watched as her admired teacher and co-
worker sheepishly walked slowly past Trish, past a now very confident 
Brandy to the board. The board already had three complete lines written 
on it, "I will not talk in class!"

Miss Simons could see a glazed look in Marsha's eyes, as if she were 
experiencing a dream, a fantasy that was finally coming true. Gently she 
picked up a piece of chalk and began writing another line: "I will not 
tal...."

"WAIT" Shouted Brandy. "I want you to write something else instead of 
TALK. Write TEACH." Brandy gave a little giggle. With little whine, 
Mrs Clark wrote the new word. Soon the new sentence was complete as 
it read, "I will not teach in class". 

Brandy stood back in amazement of herself. She could not believe she 
had just commanded her hated bitch of a teacher to do something, 
anything, let alone write on the board such a self-disrespecting 
statement. How far could she push her? Was Mrs Clark really desiring 
her black female student's domination over her? All this Brandy 
wondered as she watch her teacher carefully write another line.

But a nod from Trish told her she should indeed push further.

"You know Mrs Clark I really don't like you very much as a teacher or a 
person. My friends and I actually think your a pretty lousy teacher, and 
your such an annoyance. Every time we try to talk about important 
things like fashion, cool movies, or boys, you never fail to open your 
stupid mouth and complain. Always whining like a baby girl. Do you 
realize that nobody gives a shit about your boring class?

Miss Simons watch the newest spectacle before her. Brandy was really 
laying on her, and instead of taking offense, it was obvious that the 
usually firm, in command woman was eating up. It wasn't long before 
her student was even taking shots at her figure.



"And you know what's worse than having to listen to you talk? Is seeing 
that fat ass of yours every day in class. You really should do something 
about all that figure Mrs Clark, its so unsightly. You have no idea how 
much us girls make fun of your body behind your back."

It took another ten minutes until the teacher reached line number 50. The 
whole time Brandy never let up her insults, and not once did Mrs Clark 
stand up for herself. The cheerleading coach watched in stunned 
amazement the whole time. She just couldn't believe what she was 
watching. It was so unreal.

But things were only going to get worse. By now Trish was getting 
bored of the show. She had seen this done lots of times to plenty of 
hapless white teachers. It was time to show Miss Simons how truly un-
dominant her admired teacher really is.

"Brandy, why don't you let Mrs Clark take a brake from writing on the 
board. Besides, I think Mrs Clark has been dying to live out the best part 
of her fantasy."

"Oh? What is that?" Brandy lit up, eager to find out.

"Why don't you let her answer that herself. Come on Mrs Clark, tell 
Brandy what you've been masturbating to all this time. What you've 
wanted your black students to do to you while you try to teach class?"

Marsha turned but sheepishly looked at the floor.

"Tell us Mrs Clark, tell us what you want Brandy to do to you?"

"I want her to....." She looked over to Miss Simons and quickly looked 
away embarrassed "....punish me!"

Brandy smiled. "You want me to punish you Mrs Clark?"

Marsha nodded.

"But why should I punish you? You've been such a goody goody 
teacher? And I've been such a bad student. Do you really want me to 
punish you Mrs Clark? To humiliate you in your own classroom?"

Miss Simons held her breath. She prayed Mrs Clark would refuse to be 
punished. That she would stand firm to the black girl and retake control 
of her class room. But that was all lost when the teacher again nodded 
yes.

Brandy giggle shortly before moving her head to whisper into her 
teacher's ear.

The teacher hesitated for only an instant, before slowly slipped her dress 
off her shoulders. It was clear she was now eager to do as her student 
ordered. For Marsha, this was a dream she had climaxed to so many 
times at home. She had long fantasized about one of her female students, 
especially one of her black ones to stand up to her. To turn the tables and 
humiliate her in front of the class.

But she had long feared of this actually happening. She knew all too 
well that to submit to something like this was inconceivable. She could 
never allow her fantasy to become true. To do so would risk losing her 
career, her husband, her dignity, or at least her students respect. How 
could she allow that to happen?

But as she removed her bra, she found herself doing just that. She was 
possibly throwing away everything. But she didn't care. She wanted, 
needed one of her students to finally stand up to dominate her, to 
humiliate her, to treat her like dirt. The fact that it was her most miss-
behaved student was the clincher.

As one side of her mind reasoned with the stupidity of her actions, the 
other side begged to fully submit to the black girl. To completely 
undress before her student and get spanked in that most painful and 
humiliating of womanly places. Yes she needed this, wanted this.

Her panties pooled around her ankles as she stepped out of them. Only 
her high heels remained on, which is just how Brandy wanted it.

Brandy came around to the front of her now naked, submissive teacher. 
She studied the naked, submissive form. Brandy couldn't believe her 
luck. A moment ago she thought she'd be stuck serving a stupid 
detention for the bitch. She could never have dreamed she'd now be 
standing authoritatively before her naked teacher, about to be punishing 
her instead. But where to punish?

Reaching out, she began playing with her teacher's breasts, admiring the 
full, mature mounds. Marsha let out a low moan as she arched her chest 
out to her clack student. Brandy smiled at the offering, pinching an 
excited nipple as she spoke, "Where should my goody goody teacher 
like to get her spanking?"

Marsha face was now flushing red with desire as Brandy continued 
fondling her breasts.

Brandy moved her other hand to Mrs Clarks ass "Is this where you want 
it? Is this where you want your bad student to punish you?"

The teacher sighed, but gently shook her head no.

Brandy then twisted both nipples hard "How about here Mrs Clark? Do 
you want me to punish these?"

Marsha gasped in pain, but still shook her head no.

Brandy began moving her hands down, past her teacher's full breasts, 
over her stomach, and eventually between her teacher's parted legs. 
Brandy gave a little rub. Mrs Clark breathed deeply as she spread her 
legs further.

"Hmmmm, so wet. The perfect place for a spanking. Do you want it here 
Mrs Clark? Is this where good teacher's get spanked?"

Marsha moaned louder as Brandy gave her clit a pinch.

"But I'm such a bad student and your a good teacher. How could you 
allow a bad student to spank your pussy?

Marsha's eyes closed shut as she gave out a desperate whine.

"Do good teachers deserve to get there pussies spanked by their bad 
students?"

Miss Simons wanted to cover her ears before she could hear Mrs Clark's 
response, but she was too late.

"Yesssssss!!!!!!"


Miss Simons ran out of the classroom as fast as she could. She no longer 
could watch the horrific display. It was almost as bad as the party at 
Trish's house. At least there Miss Simons had no respect for the white 
women being humiliated. But here, the last image Miss Simons saw 
before running out was of the woman she so highly respected standing 
naked, open mouthed, eyes closed, legs spread, and pussy vulnerable, 
displayed as an offering to Brandy's hand.


...<SLAP>...


She couldn't avoid hearing the distinctive slap, as well as the cry of 
pleasure emanating from none other than Mrs Clark.

She tried to cover her ears as she ran, but still heard the beginning of 
countless spanks raining down on the teacher's sex.

By the time she had made it down stairs and back to the lockers, she was 
completely out of breath and in a daze.

With out paying any attention to any one or any thing, she immediately 
she ran into the office, slammed the door, threw her head on the desk 
and cried like she never cried before. 

It had been true, all of it. White women were indeed submissive to black 
women. There was no reason to deny it any further. Her last ray of hope 
had been Mrs Clark. A responsible, respected, even feared white teacher.

But the moment Trish worked her magic, she was nothing but a 
submissive white pig. Now she was upstairs, getting her pale pussy 
spanked by her student's black hand. A shiver ran up the spine of the 
coach as she thought of Marsha's now humiliating position, probably 
begging for more.

After a few minutes of crying, Miss Simons felt a hand gently touching 
her back. Looking up, it was Trish. The coach had failed to notice the 
young girl entering the office. Trish had a look of victory in her eyes, yet 
didn't say anything.

Miss Simons knew there was nothing negative she could say to the black 
girl. Trish had been right about Mrs Clark. Right about all of it. She 
knew exactly what the teacher's fantasies were, and made them a reality.

Miss Simons immediately threw her arms around Trish and hugged her 
tight. What else could she do? She no longer could deny the natural 
power she held over her. At one point in her life, not too long ago, she 
would have been sick to her stomach at the possibility. Yet now, as she 
lowered to her knees and kissed Trish's shoes for forgiveness, she 
accepted her place as a white woman.

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You wouldn't know it by watching them that anything was odd. For an 
outsider, all they would have seen were cute teenage girls jumping and 
twirling. All they would have watched where girls of innocence.

They wouldn't even have noticed the one particular one who was older 
than the rest. They would never have known she was actually an adult 
and not a cheerleader. No one would have even paid a second thought to 
the crazy idea that she, like all the other white females, had something 
missing underneath their skimpy little cheerleading skirts.

Trish surveyed her cheering group of girls. Despite the treatment of the 
white girls of the group, this was cheerleading practice after all, and she 
wanted to take it seriously. Being in charge of the squad had its 
advantages and disadvantages. For one, you made all the rules. If you 
wanted your white girls to not wear panties, then your white girls didn't 
wear panties. If you wanted your fellow black cheerleaders to have first 
rights to towels after a shower, than your fellow black cheerleaders got 
first rights to towels.

But there were disadvantages to. For one, you had to work your girls 
hard, regardless of the color. If you wanted to win tournaments and 
respect from other schools, you had to earn it. And that would not come 
from foot messages and white toy parties.

So Trish did just that, working her girls hard all through practices. Trish 
made sure she taught each girl how to jump higher, run faster, and cheer 
louder. This wasn't a game to the young black vixen. Those games 
would come later with her pets Amber and Miss Simons. But here, she 
needed to focus.

Trish was actually glad she had settled her momentary butting of the 
heads with her former coach. Until then she had so wanted her white pet 
to challenge her. It only made it more enjoyable watching her submit all 
over again. But this time was a little different. For the first time she felt 
unsure of herself her coach confronted her.

True she got an enormous rush bringing down yet another hapless white 
teacher, but it still created a sense of fear in her that she might not win 
this time. That natural dominance would not rule the day after all. It was 
the first time she felt unsure of herself since she had been a child, 
watching her own mother humble a former teacher. 

That day she was shocked to hear her mother talk the way she did to her 
white teacher. Trish had even expected the teacher to punish both 
mother and daughter for daring to disrespect her. But it was mommy 
doing the punishing that day with the teacher's own paddle, and daughter 
getting her cunt licked.

Back then she had no idea of the power of natural dominance, where 
white women feel the need to submit to their superior black 
counterparts. But as Mrs Clark stood before her, barking at her to leave, 
for that brief moment she questioned her dominance.

But it was all for not. Like all good white girls before, Miss Clark or 
Marsha as Brandy now calls her, quickly put Miss Simons to shame 
when she practically begged her black student to spank her pussy. Not 
even Trish could have hoped for things to turn out so well.

But they had turned out very well indeed. Even so, Trish still 
remembered the lingering fear of doubt that had creped into her mind, 
and all she knew was that she didn't want to feel it ever again.


Over the next two weeks the Dalefield High football team played their 
games away, leaving the squad plenty of time to practice, and practice 
they did. Cheers, jumps, swirls. All done to perfection. But talent is only 
half the show. Trish knew what really brought fans to the stands.

Almost every cheer was deliberately designed to display the white girls 
"assets" to the fullest, much to the silent disapproval of Miss Simons. 
There wasn't a single cheer that didn't have a white girl's skirt flying up 
in some manner, either by jumping high, or bending over to touch their 
toes. Rest assured Trish made sure there was plenty of pink showing at 
all times.

Some of the "special" cheers were even designed for Miss Simons 
herself. She knew she'd just die when it came time to do them for real.

The absolute worst part of every practice was their daily runs. After 
every practice, Trish would have all the girls do a hard vigorous run, 
leaving all of them desperately heaving for breath. Trish liked her girls 
to have strong, athletic legs.

Though not as bad as the dreaded "Lap Run", it was still a grueling run 
none the less. And poor Miss Simons had no luck with this activity. 
Besides the little matter of running in an outfit designed for a 14 year old 
girl, it was clear she wasn't as physically fit as the rest of the girls. True 
she was getting better overall every practice, but she still looked foolish 
trying to act the part of a teenager. The girls (black or white) would 
laugh at her endlessly as she did her best to coordinate her heavier 
middle aged body to the cheers. Girls can be so cruel.

Often she found herself wanting to run off in tears, but never, ever 
thought about quitting. She wanted to be Trish's white cheerleader no 
matter how hard it all was for her.

And hard it was. The runs were sheer murder to her. Of course she 
would always be last, and her large bouncing breast never failed to pop 
out of the small top at least six different times during a run. Despite her 
sore boobs, she absolutely detested the way the other cheerleaders who 
finished ahead of her still get their kicks out of swatting her chubby 
cheeks red. It made the run all the more difficult.

After practices nothing much had changed. In the showers, white girls 
paired off with black girls, where they gingerly washed and cleaned their 
black bodies. Despite her better efforts to pair with Trish, Miss Simons 
still found herself stuck with little Sasha, the young black girl.

She so envied Amber for her heavenly task. She so wanted to replace the 
blonde cheerleader, to be the one kneeling before Trish's well toned dark 
body and wash its every curve. But Sasha made sure the older coach was 
her's during shower time.

Miss Simons really didn't mind cleaning Sasha's body. Though not as 
physically appealing as Trish's, the young girl still attractive. Cleaning 
her always got the former coach a little excited. If it weren't for the fact 
that she was getting wet from the showers themselves, she just knew her 
pussy would be all wet on its own.

It wasn't long before the coach was actually enjoying her moments with 
the young cheerleader. She looked forward to washing the strong legs, as 
all black girls have, and felt her most submissive when gingerly cleaning 
the blackened inner folds of the girl's sex. Sasha for her part felt her 
most dominating at these moments. She so enjoyed spreading her legs 
before her former kneeling coach and feeling her fingers manipulate her 
labia with her fingers and a wash cloth. Despite the obvious stimulation, 
the whole thing was just so erotic.

Yet these showers were less than totally satisfying for the horny black 
girl. There wasn't a shower that went by where Sasha didn't encourage 
her coach's tongue to be part of the cleaning process. If it wasn't for 
Trish's constant disapproval of sex in the showers, Sasha would have her 
coach's white face buried between her legs in no time.

But Sasha could only be frustrated for so long. One day after the 
showers, as Miss Simons dutifully waited on the floor for her turn at the 
wet towels, Sasha made her move. One by one, as white girls sitting 
around her got their used towels, Miss Simons remained on the floor 
waiting. Sasha had by now gotten dressed in her regular cloths, yet still 
curiously held on to the towels.

The former coach wanted to say something at first, but quickly knew 
better than to ask a black girl for anything, let alone the right to a towel. 
So shivering naked on the cold floor, she patiently waited until all but 
the two of them were left alone in the locker room.

By now Miss Simons was getting more than worried. What was Sasha 
going with this? Her question would soon be answered.

"Ohhh, Miss Simons your still all wet. Did I forget to give you 
something?"

"Ummmm.....Yes Sasha. The towels, may I please have them?"

"No I don't think so. You haven't earned them as far as I'm concerned."

Miss Simons was very nervous. She needed the towels to dry off. She 
couldn't very well dress while she was still wet and her hair would never 
dry properly on its own. What did this girl want?

"Earn it? What do you mean?"

"I think you know very well what I mean." With a cute little smile, 
Sasha gently lifted her skirt, revealing long dark legs and no panties. She 
sat on the edge of the changing bench and spread her thighs with a smile.

Miss Simon's eyes widened at this latest display of brazen female 
domination. She never got used to these black women treating her like a 
white plaything, and here again she was staring deeply into the darkness 
of a black girl's sex.

The coach wanted to tear her eyes away, to rise from the floor and say 
no to the young cheerleader! She could even walk over to the towel bin, 
where 20 or so used towels rested. But she couldn't. It was one of Trish's 
rules, she had to wait for Sasha's towels. 

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Sasha pulled the unsure kneeling woman 
towards her inner thighs. Miss Simons did nothing to stop her. As she 
got closer, she could only stare at the teen's pussy, both fearing and 
admiring how powerful it looked. When her face was only inches from 
its intended goal, Sasha held her coach's face still.

"Smell me Miss Simons. Smell my pussy. Tell me how much you enjoy 
it!"

Miss Simons did as her younger mistress ordered and breathed through 
her nose. She had intended to only take a quick smell, but the moment 
the scent tickled her nose, instinctively she closed her eyes and took a 
deeper breath. She couldn't help herself, it was just so intoxicating. Now 
that the pussy had been freshly cleaned by her own hands, there was 
nothing to hinder the pure smell of the black girls sex. 

How unfair this all was. No woman should have to smell the scent of 
another. It meant that one girl was dominant over another. It meant that 
Sasha's black cunt was superior to her own.

At the possibility of this the older woman's vagina tingled. Could it be 
true? Could her white cunt be inferior to a black girl half her age? As her 
lungs filled with Sasha's smell, she admitted to herself that it was true. 
Sasha's cunt was superior to her own. Why else would Miss Simons be 
the one kneeling between the girl's thighs instead of the other way 
around? Despite her mixed emotional feelings, both her cunt and mouth 
began to water as she inhaled yet another deep breath of the intoxicating 
perfume. Opening her eyes, she again stared at the object of her 
superiority.

"How does it smell coach?"

"Wonderful" Spoke the coach breathlessly, unable to hide the husk in 
her voice.

Satisfied with her pet's response, Sasha resumed leading her coach's face 
closer until her lips were just touching the young girl's pussy, close 
enough for her tongue to do its damage. But Miss Simons held still, 
knowing quite well what Trish had once told her. That she had to wait 
for permission before eating a black girl's pussy.

Within the moment, that order was given.

"You may worship my cunt coach!"

But she still hesitated. She knew this was all wrong. This was practically 
a girl she was kneeling before, and she was an adult and her former 
coach. How could she voluntarily do something like this? Even though 
her moist cunt and watering mouth seemingly begged to ravage the 
young girl, it was still wrong. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't. She 
won't!

Sasha was now getting frustrated watching the mental debating in her 
former coach's eyes. She hadn't come this far to only be denied. Her cunt 
needed a tongue bathing, and she was going to get it.

"Awwwwe, what's the matter coach? You don't like eating pussy?"

Miss Simons looked up and gently shook her head no. It was a lie. She 
so very much wanted to plant her mouth on those black lips. She just 
couldn't.

"But that's not what I was told. From what I heard, you just couldn't get 
enough of Amber's used cunt!"

Miss Simons' eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She knew! She knew 
what had happened at the party. But how?

"Trish told me all about how her brother and uncle filled Amber to the 
brim with cum, and how you sucked every bit of it back out. You nasty 
woman!"

The former coach blushed. Sasha was right. She had forgotten how nasty 
it all had been. She had blocked it all out. She didn't want to remember 
any of it, least of which her session with Amber. It had been so 
degrading. 

Instantly the moment had come flooding back to her. She could see 
Amber walking back down the stairs with Trish's brother. Her 
cheerleading uniform partially torn, revealing a perfect white breast, her 
inner thighs covered in copious white liquid.

She remembered Trish's mother and the wonderful idea she had. The 
idea of both cheerleaders putting on a little show. Miss Simons could 
still see Amber laying down at the center of the watching circle. The 
way Amber's cunt looked as she slowly spread her legs. The way Miss 
Simons couldn't stop from staring at the nasty, well fucked cunt, much 
like she was now staring at the pristine cunt of Sasha's.

She remembered Trish guiding her head the rest of the way, soon 
mashing her face against the slick folds. Embarrassingly she recalled 
Trish removing her guiding hands, and watching with the rest as the 
coach now tentatively licked.

When she heard the first of Amber's many moans, something clicked 
inside her. As she began licking faster, she realized how utterly degraded 
she had become. Once a promising high school cheerleading coach, now 
she was on the floor surrounded by black women watching her orally 
clean her white cheerleader's used vagina.

Instantly she felt a trickle of juice run down her right thigh and gave out 
a low moan herself. Before she knew it, she was feverishly cleaning the 
white girl's cunt, causing Amber's moans of ecstasy to increased ten 
fold.

Suddenly she remembered Trish's whispers as she licked. Whispers of 
encouragement. Whispers to lick faster, deeper. Miss Simons knew what 
lay deeper inside Amber's cunt....male sperm.

While all the other black women watched, Miss Simons shamefully 
wallowed in complete depravity. Her face covered with male/female 
juices, stomach filling with sperm, everybody watching. She even 
remember the tickling feeling in her stomach as her skirt was raised over 
her backside, revealing to every one her wet inner thighs and sex, not to 
mention her round ass. She remember the way the cool air felt against 
her skin, moments before Trish's cruel hand did its work........<SLAP>


"OHHHHHH!!!!" Miss Simons was startled by the loud moan. At first 
she thought that it had been herself reacting to the imagined spankings 
from Trish. But as another moan cried from Sasha's lips, the source was 
unmistakable. Miss Simons was almost shocked to find herself in the 
mist of feverishly licking the black girls pussy.

"OOOHHHHHHH, that's right white girl, eat that black pussy. Fuck it 
with your tongue bitch!"

The former coach was surprised to hear the girl speak this way, but did 
as she was told as she increased her tempo. Still relatively 
inexperienced, she did her best to stimulate the demanding girl, soon 
alternating between licking the outer lips, flicking the clit with her 
tongue, and out right fucking her with it.

Sasha just moaned and moaned as she held the older woman's face tight 
against her.

"Goooood white girl.....goooood white girl. Eat my 
pussy...ahhhhhh....you better hurry up.....uhhhh....you wouldn't want my 
daddy to come in and see what my nasty...ohhhh...coach is 
doing.....ahhhhhhhh....

Miss Simons filled with fear as she imagined how it would all look. 
Sasha's father coming in to look for his daughter, only to find the adult 
white woman naked, kneeling between the legs of his little girl. Miss 
Simons licked as fast as she could, desperate not to let that happen. It 
would mean she'd lose her job, even go to prison.

"ohhhhh....wow you really do want me to...uhhhhhh....cum 
fast...ugghhhh....but is that my daddy walking down the hall?"

Miss Simons' tongue grew numb as she tore Sasha's cunt apart, desperate 
to prevent the disaster of being caught like this.

"I think he's almost here...better.....hurry....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly Sasha squeezed her legs hard around the coach's head as she 
let out a scream of release. She had done it, she had succeeded in getting 
the bitch to orgasm.

After an eternity Sasha released her coach's face, instantly letting the 
woman fall back on her butt. Sasha smiled to herself as she admired the 
way her juices looked on Miss Simon's numb face. Both women were in 
a momentary daze for different reasons. Miss Simons recovered first and 
realized she was shivering, still wet from the shower.

"Please Sasha, may I please have your towels now?"

Sasha ex-haled in satisfaction, then patted her cunt licking coach on the 
head, before handing her two used towels.

"Here you go Miss Simons, you've earned it, this time." Sasha giggled, 
before getting up, fixing her skirt and walking out the locker room door, 
leaving the former coach wet and naked behind her.

Miss Simons remained kneeling on the floor staring at the towels in her 
hands. At any moment someone could walk in and see her exposed 
position, yet she couldn't stop herself from getting lost in thought. This 
was her life now, being a plaything to her black cheerleaders. She wasn't 
sure if to cry or finger herself at this understanding.

She was just so confused. Why did she need to orally pleasure another 
girl just to have rights to a towel? Why did she even have to do anything 
these black women said?

Quickly she recalled the other white women she had encountered. Those 
women on the path for success had confronted black girls as well, and 
lost. Jennifer, the important manager now serves ordervs in her 
underwear at all of Trish's parties. Samantha, the aspiring young woman 
just out of grad school, now sporting a bald head, serving out her life as 
a white party slave. Mrs Clark, the dedicated and respected teacher, now 
getting her daily pussy spanks after school from Brandy. And finally 
herself. Once the proud head cheerleading coach of Dalefield High, now 
sucking black pussy just to get a towel.

By now Miss Simons was vigorously rubbing her hard clit. She had 
made her mind up, she would not cry. As the coach's fingers did their 
job, she thought of the humiliation that was still to come. There would 
be plenty of it. As her orgasm was on the brink, her last thought was of 
the upcoming football game, where for the first time, Trish would 
expose her to the world!


End of Chapter 4.
To be Continued...


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