Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: f/f, f+/F, inter, sub, humil
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Short Summary: White Cheerleaders submitting to Black Cheerleaders. 



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Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Chapter 1

	Miss Simons new this day would come. After so many years of trying to keep things 
the same, she finally had to give in and put black girls into her all white cheerleader 
squad. It pained her to have to taint the beauty of 9 white taut female bodies with black 
ones, but the school board and school itself had demanded more fair equalization in all 
activities.

Not that Miss Simons disliked black girls, she was not a racist in any capacity. She just 
preferred to work with white girls who are so much more docile and peppy, compared to the 
usually authoritative and demanding black girls.

So with great reluctance, she openly advertised cheerleading positions to the black girls 
of the high school. She even sent out her white cheerleaders to try to bring in some black 
girls. 

Despite the strong recruiting campaign however, no black girls were signing up. Miss Simons 
figured that they must have been so used to the all white squad, they just weren't interested 
in becoming cheerleaders. 

Except one. 

Trish was a very athletic and beautiful senior with light brown skin. She approached the 
coach one day while the squad practiced in the gym. Simons took one look at her and offered 
her a position right on the spot. She finally had her black girl, bringing the squad total
to 10.

Even though Miss Simons was worried about putting a black girl on the squad, she new there
was no choice. Yet despite her reservations she was becoming quite impressed with Trish. She 
was showing up early to every practice and was really contributing. The squad was even 
working better as a unit since she'd been with them. 

After two weeks Simons was beginning to feel at ease with Trish. Even the respect the white 
cheerleaders were having for her was becoming obvious. Trish was always the center of 
attention and they followed her wherever she went.

There was even talk of her taking over as squad captain. This was bad new for Amber. You see 
Amber was already the senior captain of the squad. For four years she had worked very hard 
to become the captain and didn't want to loose it to a black girl who'd only been on the 
team a few weeks.

Soon Miss Simons became worried about Amber's obvious attempts to sabotage Trish. She 
would make rude comments behind her back and would never give her any help.

But after several weeks, it was of no use. All of the other white girls were obviously 
on Trish's side. It did become a little strange to see how they acted around her. The 
girls would hardly ever look Trish in the eyes and almost never did the coach see anyone 
ever walk in front of her. Usually they were at her side or behind her, but never in 
front. Very strange.

Unfortunately, Miss Simons had other things to worry about. Several of her best girls 
were leaving the squad. This was bad news if she wanted to maintain her squad's high 
level of competition. 

She almost begged them to stay. And when she asked why they were leaving, she could 
hardly believe the answer. Some how they had gotten into their heads that they weren't 
good enough to be cheerleaders and didn't deserve to be on the squad. 

In the end Miss Simons couldn't stop them from hanging up their uniforms and quitting the 
team. She also couldn't help but notice they were perhaps the least attractive of the white 
girls.

Fortunately, seeing Trish's success, a few more black girls ask to join the squad. Having 
no choice Simons accepted them into the group and now had 6 white girls and 4 black.

With the mixing of colors, Simons now returned her focus back to good hard training. 
Within a few weeks the squad was doing better than she had seen in a long time, and was 
far surpassing the competition from other schools. 

Over the next month two more black girls had joined the group bringing the cheerleader 
total to 12, 6 white and 6 black. Simons was applauded by the school for managing to 
integrate so well. Even better, the coach was very pleased to see that the hostility 
between Amber and Trish had gone. Apparently, in a wonderful gesture of goodwill, Amber 
gave Trish the captaincy. Miss Simons was a little bit surprised by this. Amber had so 
dearly wanted to be captain since she was a young freshmen. Yet now Trish held the title 
and all the other girls were quite happy with it.

Even more unusual was how Amber seemed to go out of her way to make Trish feel comfortable. 
Take for instance the foot rubbings. After every practice Miss Simons would enter the locker 
room and see her white former captain gently rubbing Trish's tired sweaty feet. Simons was 
a little bit disappointed that Trish would never return the favor, or even give a thank you 
when they finished, but maybe she'd come around.

Another very nice gesture by Amber was to site on the floor instead of the bench when they 
were changing. Despite the obvious difficulties of changing into a cheerleader uniform while 
on the floor, Amber didn't seem to mind allowing the black girl a lot more room to stretch 
out on the bench.

But the best development however was how all the other white girls seemed to follow Amber's 
lead. Each white girl had become closer to a particular black girl of the same age. The 
white girls would almost always stay close to her new black friend and Simons even noticed 
one of the white girls carrying her books for her in the hallways.

About a month later things were even better. Several colleges were coming to see the routines 
and Miss Simons was just so proud of all her girls. Bringing the black girls into the squad 
was turning out to be a very good idea indeed.

However, things weren't as perfect as they seemed. Despite all the wonderful gestures the 
white girls were doing, the black girls had as of yet still not done anything of good will 
in return, and the coach could swear that the black girls didn't even appreciate the 
gestures.

Like when the girls would shower. Usually each one is given only one towel to dry themselves 
with. Yet lately when they all come out, the black girls have two towels wrapped around 
their bodies. One covering their chests and one around the hips. 

The white girls come out not far behind naked and wet. As the black girls dry themselves up 
by the lockers, the white girls sit on the floor waiting for them to finish. Finally after 
almost ten minutes the black girls toss their used towel at them to dry up.

At first Simons was thinking if she should say something to Trish, who was now the most 
influential girl on the squad. But seeing how good everything was going, she really didn't 
want to rock the boat. And besides, the white girls didn't seem to really mind doing all 
these favors for their fellow black cheerleaders.

But things still got more strange. 

Usually during cheers at football games, fans wouldn't be very enthusiastic. Yet for some 
reason, today they were going nuts. Every time one of the white girls would do a jump or a 
split, the guys in the stands would whistle and cheer like never before. 

The coach was hopeful it was because they had improved considerably. But when she noticed 
that none of the black girls where getting as much support during their exercises, and that 
the white girls looked flushed every time they finished, Simons became a little suspicious. 
Curious, she walked in front of the girls and waited for them to do a cheer.

First Trish performed a really well done stand, with one foot balanced on the hand of a 
girl beneath her and her other leg held up high. It's a common cheer, and all there was to 
see was her uniform panties and lots of black leg, no big deal.

Then one of the white girls, Sara, prepared to do the same. She noticed her coach watching 
and began to panic, but the black girl behind her grabbed her by the waist and held her 
firm. As she whispered something into Sara's ear, Sara lowered her head and nodded. Within 
moments Sara was up in the air. As Sara raised her leg up, Miss Simons' mouth dropped. 
Sara's entire vagina was exposed to all the fans. As the fans erupted behind her, Simons 
watched Sara's deeply blushing face as she was lowered to the ground and patted on the ass.

Miss Simons was in complete shock. Did Sara intentionally not put on any panties or did she 
simply forget? As she watched the rest of the girls do their jumps and splits, she got her 
answer. While all 6 black girls had their panties on, none of the white girls had anything 
underneath their mini skirts.

Not wanting to make a scene, Simons allowed the girls to remain out on the field. But by 
the end of the game, she was fuming. As they all made their way to the locker room, Trish 
surprised her coach form behind.

"Hey Miss Simons, is there anything wrong?"

"I should most certainly say yes. Half of your fellow cheerleaders were cheering without 
any panties today!"

"Oh that. It's really no big deal. We told them to do that."

"WHAT?"

"Yes Miss Simons, we told the white girls not to wear panties to the game today."

"But why would you do that?"

"To improve the excitement of our cheering. We new that seeing pussies would get the fans 
riled up during the game, and even bring in more."

"That's a horrible idea. And why only the white girls? I saw all the black girls wearing 
panties!"

"Because quite frankly Miss Simons were not sluts. We have too much respect for our bodies 
to show it off like that."

"What are you talking about? I know these girls, they come from respected families. I 
would never believe they would want to do something like that."

"They didn't want to Miss Simons, they did it because we told them to."

"Excuse me? I don't understand? Why would do what you tell them?"

"Well its really quite simple, its called natural dominance."

"I don't follow."

"Miss Simons, when a pampered white female finds herself in the presence of a black 
female, she tends to become submissive towards her. There's nothing really wrong with it, 
its only natural. Us black girls are simply fulfilling natures role when we dominate them."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"Its true, even you must be feeling it yourself from time to time huh Miss Simons."

The coach was speechless. How dare her prized cheerleader say such things.

"Come on coach, being around all us athletic black girls...."

"Trish I don't know what your talking about, how dare you say such a thing to me. Now get 
back inside that locker room and shower off."

Trish simply smiled at her coach and went into the building. Miss Simons just stood out 
there for a moment, trying to contemplate what her head cheerleader just told her. The idea 
of white women being naturally submissive to black women is absurd, and how rude of Trish 
to suggest that her coach was susceptible to the same reactions.

As she entered the locker room and peered into the showers, she saw all 6 white girls 
either kneeling or standing naked gently washing the bodies of their black 'friend'."

Suddenly it finally hit her. Finally she truly realized what was going on between both 
groups of girls. Her prim and proper white cheerleaders were turning into submissive 
playthings to their black counterparts. White freshman submitting to black freshmen, white 
seniors to black seniors. It was really happening.

Then she looked in the corner of the shower room and saw Trish standing in front of one of 
the hot showers. Down at her feet was Amber, kneeling with her pale ass high in the air as 
she scrubbed Trish's black feet.

After a moment of taking in the scene, Miss Simons started to notice her heart was racing. 
In a panic she rushed out of the locker room as fast as she could and immediately drove 
home. Slightly shaking from the experience, she slipped into her bathroom and took a long 
hot shower of her own.

She just couldn't believe it. These girls were so sweet and innocent when it was just them. 
Most of these girls came from wealthy families in good neighborhoods, yet the image of 
Monica, a white sophomore, kneeling before a black girl delicately washing her dark legs 
and thighs was unreal. 

Unknowingly Miss Simons lowered her hand between her thighs as the images flashed through 
her mind. Then the image turned to Amber and Trish. Oh how she remembered Amber's proud 
face when she was awarded head cheerleader. And how hard she initially fought Trish to 
maintain it. Yet now she was on her knees cleaning the new head cheerleader's feet.

Miss Simons was freely stroking her sex now. The hot water beating down on her face and 
chest. Soon her legs weakened and she lowered to her knees. 

Suddenly the image had changed again. Instead of seeing Trish from outside the shower, 
Trish now stood before her. Her long black athletic legs towering over the coach. She 
had replaced Amber. It was she who was kneeling before the black female. At that moment 
Miss Simons's pussy spasmed around her fingers.

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During the next week the mood brightened for the coach by the fact that her squad was rated 
as the #1 group in the entire county. All competing coaches were so jeouluse of the success 
of her girls, and Simons beamed with pride.

She even forgot to notice how each white girl continued to cater to the whims of her fellow 
black cheerleader.

Leading up to the next football game, the coach was convinced that they would put on their 
best peformance yet. She even made sure that ALL the girls had panties on this time.


The game went on with out a hitch as all the routines were flawless and spectacular. Miss 
Simons was becoming ever so proud as they worked their routine. By the end if the 2nd 
quarter, the fans were really riled up with excitment.

Of course not everything could go so perfectly. As halftime came, Miss Simons allowed her 
girls to take a short break. As the coach took a seat to rest, she noticed out of the corner 
of her eye two cheerleaders walking towards a small group of fans who were particurly roudy.

Immediatly they were recognized as Michelle and Wonda. Wonda was gently pushing a visibly 
nerviouse Michelle torwards the men who were now leaning over the bars urging them closer. 

Observing, Simons saw Wonda begin to talk to the men, almost jokingly as Michelle stood 
beside her. Wonda then walked behind Michelle, whispered something into her ear, reached 
around and took hold of the bottom of Michelle's cheerleader top.

Then to the utter disbalief of the coach, Wonda lifted Michelle's top, revealing her milky 
white breasts to the men. As Wonda continued to hold Michelle's top up one of the men 
reached out his hands and began to fondle the teen.

A few moments later more black cheerleaders were coming over, with their white cheerleaders 
in tow. In no time more tops were being lifted as more white breasts were being roughly 
squeezed and pulled. One of the black girls even lifted the front of her girl's skirt 
revealing her panties to a man, who quickly slip a hand inside. 

Miss Simons just froze with shock at the scene that so quickly formed before her. Half her 
squad was getting felt up. Even more amazing was that the white girls would allow the black 
girls to display them like this.

Simons snapped out of her shock and quickly looked to see if anyone else had noticed, but 
the main crowd appeared to not have. Realizing that she couldnt allow this kind of nonesense 
to continue she immediatly went over and began yelling at her exabitionist cheerleaders. 

Scared, all the girls rushed back onto the field and prepaired to begin their next routine.

Thankfully, nothing else went out of the ordinary for the rest of the game. But Miss Simons 
was still visably very upset, and the girls tried to avoid eye contact with her as they 
filed into the locker room at the end of the game.

But the coach had had enough. All this crap had to end. Natural dominance or no natrial 
dominance, these black girls were going to have to leave the white girls alone. Miss Simons 
was an adult woman and these were black teenage girls, if they are'nt going to listen, than 
they'd be off the squad.

Once inside the locker room, Simons sent all the white girls home and ordered all the black 
girls into her office. With rolled eyes they entered and gathered around her desk as she 
shut the door.

"Ok, now I've had absolutely enough of all this nonesense. I still don't know exactly what 
it is that you girls are doing to your fellow white cheerleaders, but its going to stop 
right now. Your supposed to be a team, a tight, supportive unit. Your not supposed to turn 
them into your personal servents!"

"But Miss Simons, its what they really want. Its in their blood."

"Trish thats ubsurd...."

"Its true! White girls are much more confortable being at a black girls feet then they are 
being equeals. As I said its only natural. Even during slave times, slave owner's wives 
would hardly ever visit their slaves personally. Its a little known fact that white women 
could'nt resist the commanding presence of their black female slaves and would often find 
themselves submitting to them, much to their humiliation."

"I'm sorry Trish but this is all very ridiculace. Now I want you to stop treating your 
fellow cheerleaders so poorly. Do you understand?"

"Oh I understand Miss Simons, but I dont think you do."

"Excuse me?"

"Miss Simons you can't tell me you havent felt the need, the desire."

"What are you talking about."

"You may be an adult, but your still a white woman. You can't tell me you havent imagined 
yourself kneeling before me."

"I...I...Trish this discussion is over...."

"Miss Simons, I do believe your blushing. So you have imagined it. Its alright coach. As I 
said its only natural. You can kneel before me now if you want, I won't mind."

"YOU wont mind? Trish how dare you! I am your coach and an adult. You should be treating me 
with respect."

"Miss Simons, why are you holding back? Give in to your instincts. Why don't you look at my 
legs, arent they nice?"

Despite herself, she look down and took in the long legs. Yes she did have very nice legs. 
Long, athletic, firm, and.....black. As the coach tried to look away, she found that she 
could'nt. Simons had become mesmerised by the strong dark legs. Something in her wouldnt 
let her turn away.

"Miss Simons, wouldnt you rather look at them from.....the floor?"

While she was talking, two other black cheerlearders walked behind their coach and were 
gently pushing down on her shoulders.

As she continued to stare at the wonderfull legs, her began to give way as she found herself 
lowering to the floor. Soon she was actually kneeling before Trish and gazing up her 
gourgeose black legs..... just like she fantisized. Her eyes then continued upward untill 
they disappeared beneath the cheerleader's skirt. Then past her smooth, muscular stomach, up 
to her pert breasts, and finally up to the wicked smile upon Trish's face. Miss Simons 
shuddered.

"Now Miss Simons, doesnt that feel better? Arent you more relaxed and at peace with 
yourself?"

She was right. The coach was more relaxed. She did feel more at ease in this position. Like 
this is how it was ment to be. Yet her heart was racing.

"You know Miss Simons, my feet really hurt from all the hard work you made us do today. And 
since you sent all the white girls home, theres no one here to rub them."

Her breathing became heavier as she lowered my eyes to the cheerleader's sneakers.

"Coach, since your the only white woman left, why dont you take off my sneakers and give my 
black feet a nice rub."

As Trish sat herself on the desk, Miss Simons watch as she slowly began removing her 
sneakers, followed by her sweaty, smelly socks. Finally Trish's black bare feet were 
dangling in front of the coach's face.

"Coach, why don't you kiss my feet first. To show me you truely understand how nature 
works."

There it was. The cheerleader was now asking her coach to fully admitt her subserviance to 
her. Fully admitt that she, an adult white woman was naturally submissive to a teenage black 
girl, and that white women as a whole were submissive to black women.

Miss Simons didnt move. She just knelt there, staring at the black girl's feet. Her lungs 
breathing heavily and her heart pounding in her chest. One of the black girls gently began 
pushing her head forawrd. The coach did'nt resist.

She inhaled the sweaty oder as her lips made contact with Trish's left foot. She began to 
plant tiny, little kisses all over her feet, alternating between the right and the left foot.

Miss Simons had accepted her place. There would be no turning back now. Trish knew it, and 
smilled down at her latest conquest.

"Hmmmm, good girl....good white girl. Now you may rub my feet." After five minutes of silent 
rubbing, Trish spoke again. "Miss Simons, I've been thinking. Being in charge of an entire 
cheerleading squad is a big responsability. I'm not sure an adult white woman like yourself 
is smart enough to do the job, would you agree?"

Miss Simons gave a half hearted nod.

"Well perhaps you should step down then Miss Simons, since its too difficult for your brain 
to handle. Would'nt it be better if one of us black girls were to take over? You know, run 
the show. We all know your not cut out to lead us. Of course you would remain the "Official" 
coach of the squad to keep the school board happy, but your coaching days are pretty much over."

Simons hung her head in agreement.

"But don't look so sad coach, perhaps you could still be a part of the team anyhow. You 
would be just perfect as a cheerleader. You already know all our cheers, and you already 
have the airhead part nailed down. You'd fit right in I'm sure."

Miss Simons couldnt believe what she was being told. How could Trish expect her to be a 
cheerleader? She was 33. Trish had to be kidding. Was'nt she?

"But first we need to find you the proper uniform. Why dont you remove all your big girl 
cloths and we'll go find some."

Miss Simons froze. There was no way that she'd expose herself in front of her girls like 
this. She was still the coach damit, despite what Trish was saying. She had to end this 
now, before it was too late.

Trish saw the rebelion forming in her coaches eyes, and knew just what to do. She raised 
her left foot and gently rubbed it against her coachs right cheek. Within moments, Simons 
resolve had melted and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation on her cheeck. 
Trish smilled as she soothed the white animal before her.

"Now my little pet, remove your cloths for black Mistress."

Black Mistress. Yes, that what she was. It sounded so perfectly to the white coach. This was 
her black mistress. Just like grass is green, and sky's are blue, this was her Black 
Mistress.

With trembling fingers, she began to undress before all the black cheerleaders. Trish 
snickered in her head at the site. Only 10 minutes ago this was a confindent female coach, 
yet now here she was, undressing before them and getting ready to try on a cheerleader's 
uniform.

As Simons unsnapped her bra, her large breasts bounced free. Soon she was kneeling 
completely naked before them. Trish got off of the table and took hold of her coach's hair. 
With a big tug she led her crawling pet out of the office. 

Poor Miss Simons struggled to keep up with the black vixen, as Trish briskly walked out 
of the office and into the locker room. In the meantime, all the other black girls laughed 
and giggled as they commented on the way her ass jiggle and large breasts swayed beneath 
her. Some even even started slapping her ass to increase their enjoyment.

By the time they reached the lockers, the coach's knees ached and her ass stung. Trish 
opened the locker of a girl named Katty. Katty was the only freshman cheerlearder they 
had. At 14 she was the cutest little thing when she wore her small skirt and top, 
especially when she was on the floor licking between the toes of her black "friend". 

Now that same small uniform was dangling in front of Miss Simons.

"Here you go coach, I think this is just in your size."

More giggles could be heard as Simons just knelt there with my mouth open.

"But Trish, its too small. It wont fit."

"I disagree, I think it'll look just peachy. Now try it on Miss Simons, I know you want 
to listen to me. I can tell just how badly you really want a black girl to tell your 
adult white ass what to do. Just look at that mess your making on the floor."

Poor Simons looked down in horror and saw a nice little puddle between my thighs. She 
inwardly cringed as she thought: "How could I get excited by something like this? Do I have 
no self respect, no morels?" 

The coach felt that she still did, yet as she rose to put on her new uniform, she also 
realized just how confortable it was to listen to Trish. Despite the immense humiliation, 
she felt complete doing what she was told to do. 

When she slipped the small top over her large breasts, it felt like it was threatening 
to burst from the pressure of her fleshy mounds. The thin material doing nothing to hide 
her hardened nipples.

Next she slid the micro skirt up her legs. It barely even covered the bottom half of her 
ass, and showed her entire legs. Then she looked around for some panties, and soon realized 
that there werent any.

Um...Trish...where are my...panties?

You wont be wearing any Miss Simons. In fact, none of the white girls will be wearing 
panties any more. Its one of my newest rules as cheerleader's coach. Just think how happy 
the fans will be, lots of great cheers, and lots of white pussies.

Simons looked in the mirror and saw how truely rediculass she looked. An adult woman 
wearing a 14 year old's cheerleading uniform. Any sudden movement and her vagina clearly 
showed. How humiliating.

"But Trish, I looked rediculas dressed like this. Can I Pleeeeese take it off?" She was 
sounding more like a whining child than an adult.

"Don't be silly, you look adorable. My little white girl will be the best cheerleader ever. 
However, even though you look the part, we first have to make sure you can really handle 
the physical demands of being a cheerleader. Ready for a run Miss Simons?"

The coach's eyes openned wide. She knew that Trish ment the "lap run". It was a program 
that Miss Simons had created herself to make sure all the cheerleaders wear physically 
fit before letting them on the squad. Girls had to run 4 laps in under 6 minutes or they 
wouldnt be allowed on. It was a grueling run. Many of the girls cursed Miss Simons for 
making them do it. Now she was going to have to run it herself.


****


As they walked out of the locker room and onto the field, Simons was scared to death that 
a student or parent would still be around and see her dressed like this. Thank fully, 
there werent any that she could see.

"Ok coach, you remember the rules. Four laps in 6 minutes or less. If you dont make it, 
then you wont be a cheerleader." Trish reached under her coach's skirt and gently 
carressed her ass. "And you really want to be my little white cheerleader don't ya?"

Blushing, Miss Simons nodded her head.

"THEN START RUNNING" <SWAT!!!!>

Trish gave a hard slap on the ass and her coach was off and running.

Miss Simons bagan running briskly along the track. As she ran she quickly realized just how 
truely small her uniform was. With great effort she held one hand over her bouncing tits to 
keep them from falling out, and used the other hand to keep her skirt from riding up her 
hips and flashing her ass and pussy.

By the time she had finished one lap she was already exhasting. Even her arms were getting 
tired from activaly holding down her uniform.

To add to her torment, the black girls had spread themselves out along the track and took 
cheerful delights in swatting their coach's behind each time she ran past.

****

Two laps down. Now she was having more and more difficulty keeping pace. She knew she was 
really out of shape for this type of running but pushed forward. 

Other things were making it hard on her. At any moment her breasts threatened to pop out 
and the pain of her sore ass grew with each swat. But besides all her problems, she was 
still making great time. Only two laps left and she still had 3 1/2 minutes left.

During the third lap poor Simons was really getting winded. She had to put her tits back 
in the top 3 times already and she was getting tired of contantly pushing down her skirt. 
By the time she finished lap 3, there were only 40 seconds left.

When Trish anounced the time, a great panic went threw the coach. She so despreatly wanted 
to make it. She wanted so badly to be Trish's little white cheerleader.

She dug down deep and found the energy she never knew she had as she ran with all her 
might. Freeing her mind of all distractions she let go of her skirt and top and ran like 
the wind. Within moments both of her big tits had completely popped out and were flopping 
around like mad as her skirt hiked up to her lower stomach, completely exposing her ass 
and pussy.

"25 seconds" Trish yelled. She was halfway through. The pain of her flopping tits and her 
exposed crotch were pushed aside as all that mattered was finishing the race.

"15 seconds" Almost there.

"10 seconds" Just rounding the last corner"

She could hear all the girls chanting

"8...7...6...5...4...3...2.."

The coach fell over the finish line and colapsed into a heap of exposed flesh. She lay 
exahsted on the ground heaving like an animal. Her large breasts exposed, rising and 
falling with each heavy breath. Her cheerleading skirt high above her waiste baring 
her cunt to all her giggling black cheerleaders.

Trish stood over her naked, sweaty, former mentor: "Congradulations Coach, your on the 
squad. See you at practice tommorrow."

End of Chapter 1.
To be continued...


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