Keywords: M/F, M+/F, M/+F, humor
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Title IX - Co-ed Gym
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Title IX - (title9.txt) - Once upon a time, a long time ago, girls played
basketball with six on a team and didn't have much else- sportwise. 
Title IX brought a lot of sports for girls and a lot of grumbling from
old school thinkers who had this nasty fantasy. I also suspect it's a
fantasy of athletes in general- given all the Co-Ed Naked ... T-shirts.
 M/F, MM/F, M/FF, MM/FF, and a general orgy. Oh, and humor too.



		Title IX - CoEd Gym
	"You want to be fucking equal? I'll give you fucking equal," 
coach Tubman grumbled under his breath as he crumpled the directive,
no, order, to bring Fairmont University College of Kinesiology into
compliance with Title IX.
	"We don't even get any fucking federal funds and we're fucking
accredited by the Lipshitz Vocational and Community College
Accreditation Board," Tubman complained. "Who the fuck cares about
Title IX?"
	The answer was Millicent Freely, the descendant of Humphrey
H. Fairmont, the school's founder. She and her husband, I.P., liked the
vain and vacuous exercise of cracking the whip at their miserable
excuse for a school. She always talked in terms of higher purpose and
extending the legacy, but she was just a controlling bitch.
	And that meant that Tubman had to come up with girls sports
if he was to keep his phony baloney job. He would make more at
Burger King working the same hours, he grumbled. Then he had a
brilliant thought about the way to undermine the program.
---
	"Look, you want to be athletes?" he was barking, "Then put
aside your petty concerns. We have limited facilities. Deal with it."
	Mostly that was true. There were visitor's lockers, but they
were never opened except for games and he would have had to light
the boiler to heat water for the showers. Too much expense, that was
what he'd tell the administrators. Let 'em think about showering
together for a while. That should dampen the enthusiasm for girls'
sports.
	The girls that had come out for basketball murmured among 
themselves as he walked out to go sit in his office. They had not been
amused with practice. Coach Tubman had them dribble the ball for an
hour. That was it. They had already gathered his indifference.
	Coach Tubman took off at full speed when he heard the shrieks.
He couldn't imagine what was upsetting the boys so much. It had to be
some sort of natural disaster to make his boys scream like that.
	The boys were standing outside the showers, staring back
inside in a huddled mass. Then they saw the coach charging at them.
	"There's girls in there, coach," said Jerry Still, his eyes wide.
	This wasn't what Tubman expected. His team was standing 
around like a bunch of girls while the women took over the showers.
He looked in to see what they could have done to scare his boys.
	He half expected to see them in bathing suits- or something,
but there they were, naked and showering like they were having a
good time. He tore his eyes away when he noticed he was beginning to
breathe hard. He had more important things to do than get a hard-on
looking at girls in the showers.
	"What's so scary that it has you screaming like a bunch of girls?"
Tubman asked the boys.
	"Well, you know," said Al Dark, glancing quickly down to
where the towel he held in front of himself  pushed out in the vicinity of
his crotch. "It was kind of embarrassing."
	"What about them?"  he asked, "They're naked too."
	"Yeah..." said Dark dreamily.
	"They're beautiful," crooned Tim Dawes.
	"They're basketball players just like you. I got a memo that
says so," snapped the coach. "Now cut out the foolishness and I don't
want to hear it again."
	Tubman stormed back to his office. Round one went to the
girls but he wasn't done yet. As he pondered his next move, he caught
his hand dropping to the front of his shorts and rubbing.
	What the hell, he admitted to himself as he recalled the glimpses
of flesh he had seen in the showers. There's a couple of fine ones in
there, he thought as his cock got hard and began to throb as he rubbed
it. I got some balls I wouldn't mind them playing with, he mused.
	"That physical therapy?" came a feminine voice that startled
him from his reverie.
	He pulled his hand away as if his erection was burning and
turned defiantly to face the speaker. He put his hands on his hips and
let the bulge in his shorts poke out at the tall girl in the doorway.
	"It's a guy thing. Deal with it," he said. "What you want?"
	She grinned at the comic picture he made with the little bulge
barely escaping the shadow of his gut and said, "I wanted to know if
you really think bouncing a ball is going to get us ready to play. And
now I want to know if dealing with that is another of your coaching
drills."
	The bitch had caught him off guard. He wanted to punch her,
but he knew that would be big trouble. Instead he took a deep, loud 
breath in the way that made the boys nervous.
	"I can handle my personal matters myself," he said, seeing the
play on words didn't escape her, "What's your name and what do you
know about coaching basketball?"
	"Our team went to state," she said proudly, "I've been playing
since I was 10. My name is Cheryl Undulant."
	He knew high schools had girls programs, hell, they had to,
but he didn't know they had tournaments or anything. He saw a way to
foist off responsibility without asking another teacher to come in and
get in his way. It was a perfect idea.
	"So Cheryl, anybody else on this team that can play?" he
prompted her.
	"Well, Betty Bouncy was on the team we beat in the finals,"
she said, "And La'Von Leggy is the most athletic of all of us. Looks
like Candy Sweet and Franci Furor are pretty good and there are a
couple more that look like they have potential."
	"Good. I'm making you the coach. Let's see what you can
come up with," Tubman challenged her.
	"I think we can coach by committee, thank you, but can we
take that to mean you'll at least stay out of our way?" she shot back.
	"Coaching decisions are all yours, but I'm still in charge of 
athletics so just run the team on the floor and I'll take care of what 
happens off it," he said.
	She was overly amused with that.
	"I see you have that well in hand," she quipped, looking down 
at the bulge in the front of his shorts and added, "But any way I can
help..."
	With that she pulled open the towel wrapped around her and
flashed him a pair of high, firm breasts, a long sculpted torso and a
pubis finely furred with a close-cropped nest of pubic hair shaved into
the  shape of a heart. She shimmied once or twice and then quickly
turned and ran off.
	Nice butt too, Tubman thought as she scampered off. His cock
throbbed a little harder as he watched her disappear around the corner.
That was what they were for anyhow, he thought as his hand returned 
to the erection in his shorts. And it was a good thing that she didn't 
want to tempt the sanctity of the teacher-student relationship. He didn't
need the grief and he wasn't sure he'd refuse.
	---
	It was getting in his craw. The boys were spending their time
gawking at the girls and missing lay-ups. And the girls were sharp. He 
had to admit a little jealousy about the way they were running through
their drills. He wished his boys paid as much attention to detail.
	And the shower fiasco was still fresh in his mind. Now the girls
ran one more drill when the boys quit and let them shower quickly and
scamper out of the way before the naked girls trooped in and took
their showers. Fucking little wimps.
	Then coach-think suggested another solution. He would use 
embarrassment to solve both his problems.
	"Okay, girls, come over here a minute," he called out.
	When he had both teams gathered on the sideline, he set the
wheels a turnin'.
	"I think we need an inter-squad game here," he said. "The boys
are spending too much damn time looking at you girls and I'm going to
make it easier on them."
	The girls were good enough to make the boys sweat a little bit.
He was hoping that would sharpen up their attention a little. And he
had another surprise for the girls.
	"Okay, shirts and skins, you be the skins," he said, pointing to
the girls.
	Undulant was the first to move. She snorted in amusement as
she whipped off her jersey and then reached down to pull off her sports
bra. A few of the others were just as bold and the rest followed suit 
while staring fiercely at Tubman. They knew what he was trying to do.
They weren't having any of it.
	There was enough male consternation to fill the gym. Tubman
had known they'd do it from the brazen way they had trooped naked
to the showers, but he thought he'd have to argue a little. His boys
team were aghast at all the rounded pulchritude the girls had exposed
for  their perusal. Now he wasn't sure it was going to help their focus.
	And the boys supported his worst fears. The girls blew by them
to the hoop as they stared at their bouncing, swinging breasts and they
were frozen on picks when the girls shoved the soft globes into their
chests. And there was no hiding fouls. Guilty boys blushed like
beacons whenever they made illegal contact with the naked girl flesh.
	Coach Tubman had to shake himself out of staring at Betty
Bouncy running the point to call a time out and try to shame the boys 
into at least trying. He had to admit that he could see why they were
having a hard time concentrating. There were much nicer things to
watch bounce out on the court than an old basketball.
	Bouncy didn't have the biggest chest he'd ever seen, but the
pair of perfectly rounded hemi-spheres on her chest were big enough.
And they moved so precisely that she couldn't have been named better
if someone had made it up.
	The problem was that Derek probably couldn't have anticipated
her passes even if he wasn't staring at her bouncing boobs. She was 
getting the ball in deep and Dawes was just watching the ebony arc of 
Leggy's tits as she turned by him and went to the rim. They were 
slicing the boys up inside. Time to put in Peterson. Tubman always 
suspected he was a fag.
	"You going to stand around and get beat by girls?" he
challenged the team. "Get your minds on basketball. If you want to
look at tits, grow some balls and wait for them in the showers."
	It got a little better. He was right about Derek Smallnads not
being able to guard Bouncy, but at least Peterson was denying Leggy
the easy bucket. Undulant, however, was still pressing her advantage
along with her tight little butt into Dark's crotch to get position for
rebounds. It had to be cheating to tease him with those grinds against
his dick, Tubman thought.
	He didn't see the foundation cracking until after practice.
Again a brilliant scheme had backfired. He heard giggling and singing
and went to check it out.
	There they were- 17 naked bodies in the showers. Ten girls
and seven boys cavorting nude with each other. Peterson wasn't there.
That settled it for Tubman. Now the other two were also fags or they
were still shy, Tubman noted. But the rest were in there flaunting
their meager gifts for the ladies. That wasn't going to chase them away.
	---
	Christ, Jesus, the season had slipped away. It seemed only a
moment ago they were having their first intra-squad scrimmage and
now the season was grinding to a close. At least for the boys team. If
they split the last two games they could salvage a winning record at
8-7. That would also leave them at 6-6 in the Association of Separate
Schools, halfway up the A.S.S.
	But they'd have to beat Smithville Heuristic Institute of
Technology on the road because Paulson Institute of Systematic
Science had been all over them in the first game.
	Unfortunately for Tubman, the girls might have to play longer. 
Undulant and company had played to a 10-3 record and with two
more wins, they could have the A.S.S. by the tail.
	Fairmont University College of Kinesiology would have to go
through Colson University of Nuclear Technology before they could
get to College of University Medicine and the big prize. Of course, a
league crown would also depend on the outcome of  the Paulson
Institute of Systematic Science-Oleander Night University game.
	It wasn't the kind of thing that got schools to discard women's
sports as a bad idea. Attendance was up and, worse, the guys were
saying how having the girls around helped them. He hadn't seen any
hanky-panky in the lockerroom,  but he was pretty sure some of the 
boys and girls were getting together after practice.
	The closest they had come that he knew about was soaping
each other's backs in the showers. He wondered how much front
soaping went on after he left.
	Personally, he still got a woody every time he saw Undulant
shake her tail, the memory of her naked butt disappearing around the 
corner haunting him still. But he was pretty sure she was making the 
sign of the four-legged marmot with Dawes for most of the season.
	He was nominally the coach of the girls too and had to drag
his ass to their games and sit on the bench. He actually had offered a
pointer or two at gametime and they were beginning to realize he did
know a thing or two about the game.
	But he still wished his girls played like his boys and vice versa.
	---
	They did it. F.U.C.K. got past C.U.N.T. and whipped C.U.M.
to top the A.S.S. They had spread C.U.M. all over the floor and
licked them good and the victory party was like none Tubman had
ever seen.
	He had been thrown into the showers before, but never
stripped and soaped and made to try and escape with his life from a
bunch of slippery, naked girls. Wrapped in a towel in his office, he
regretted his instinct to flee what might have been a totally satisfying
experience. But it was the wise move. Still, he couldn't help thinking
about the feel of their bodies as they held him down and pulled off his
clothes.
	The erection that gave him shriveled immediately when he saw 
Millicent Freely walking toward his office. He was very aware of the
towel he was wearing and all the other clothes he was not wearing.
But if she was put off, she didn't show it.
	"Congratulations, Coach Tubman you did a great job. And
only our first year!" Mrs. Freely was positively giddy.
	There was something going on. Tubman sensed it. This was
not the stiff Millicent Freely he had met at formal occasions. He didn't
smell alcohol on her and she didn't look glassy-eyed, but this was a
different side than he'd ever seen before. He was suspicious.
	"The girls worked hard. They deserve all the credit," Tubman
fell back on coachspeak. "I didn't score a point tonight."
	"Oh bullshit!" she said, uttering the first swear word he had
ever heard her use, "You put together the team. You started the
program. You led us to victory over Muffy Colson and then snatched
the league trophy away from her fake nails!"
	It was falling into place for him when Mrs. Freely paused and
finally noticed his dress- or lack of same. It was some society bitch
thing and she had come out on top. She was caught in her own kind
of victory celebration. But right now she was making him
uncomfortable with her gaze.
	"The girls dumped water on me. I was drying off," he chuckled
nervously as he explained.
	"Oh it's not that," she said, still staring and convincing him that 
was exactly what it was. "It's just that I've never seen you... like this
before."
	Her dancing walk changed to a stalk as she slithered into his
office and sat on the corner of his desk. There was something very
wrong about the look in her eye.
	He was still the pot bellied old man Cheryl had laughed at, but
it seemed like Mrs. Freely was seeing something different. He tried to
figure out what it was, but he couldn't explain away the obvious. She
was a woman in heat. Just what he needed, Tubman thought, it
couldn't be Bouncy or Leggy or Undulant.
	"Coach-- do you think the girls have left?" she asked.
  	"I don't hear them," he said, trying to figure a way out of this.
	But she was his boss. Technically, that didn't make him her 
plaything, but in real life he knew he'd have to take that job at Burger
King if he didn't play along. On the one hand, what was the big deal?
She wasn't plug ugly and pussy is pussy. On the other hand, he knew
he was walking a tightrope with a woman that wasn't particularly stable
at the moment. 
	But what she might do was one thing and what she would do
if he wasn't careful was another. He had no option but to play dumb
and see what happened.
	"Well, uh... , thanks for the congratulations," he stuttered,
trying to find an out, "But I guess I better get dressed now so we can
close the place up."
	"Oh I don't think the buildings and grounds supervisor will
scold me if we leave the lights on a little longer," she said, only
emphasizing that it was her school. "But you may dress if you like.
We're adults. I've seen a naked man before."
	It was a little nicer than a command to drop the towel. It was
a lot nicer, actually, delivered sotto voce and with a promise attached,
but it boiled down to the same thing. She wanted to see him naked.
	Tubman tried to concentrate on the positives and took one
step toward his locker before he pulled off the towel. That pleased
Mrs. Freely, who was sitting between him and his clothes. He leaned
past her to throw the towel in the corner and grab a dry one.
	His hand closed on the towel at almost exactly the moment
Mrs. Freely's hand closed on his cock. 
	"Just throw that on the desk," she said hoarsely. "We both
know what I want and I don't think either of us knows why. So let's
just do it and figure out the rest later."
	He liked it when she was direct. She could feel how he liked it
from the reaction in her hand. He was twitching at her touch.
	He threw the towel on top of his desk and she kept up with
the direct approach.
	"Now climb up there and I'll show you something else I don't 
know why I want to do," she said, pulling him by the dick.
	His feet could still barely touch the floor as he perched on the 
edge of his desk. Mrs. Freely moved between his knees and bent her
head to suck his cock into her mouth. He watched diamond earrings
sway and coif bob as his cock slid in and out of her dusty rose painted
lips. He enjoyed the incongruous view until his dick got hard.
	"Let's consider this a special trophy for the coach, a personal
reward from a grateful college," she said, pausing to flick her tongue 
back and forth under the head of his cock. "Perhaps it will become a
tradition."
	She sank down on his cock with her eyes on his and enhanced
the blow job with steamy looks. She was practiced in her work and 
Tubman didn't want the pleasure to end. If felt so good to slide into
Millicent's warm mouth. He could call her that- first name basis with
people into whose mouth you've stuck your dick.
	But all too soon for him, her look became uncontrolled. She
stood up abruptly and pushed on his chest.
	"Move over," she grunted and clawed her long skirt up until it
was over her ass. "It's my turn."
	She fell forward onto the desk with her butt over the edge and
wiggled her ass for him. Her underwear was the same shade as her 
lipstick. He smoothed the fabric over her vibrating butt and she grew
impatient.
	"Just pull them down and give it to me. You don't have to
warm me up," she said a little irritably.
	Well, he was going to have to fuck her. There was no other
way. He pulled down the underwear hoping she wouldn't decide to
get rid of him to keep him quiet. Then he was distracted by the narrow
little butt and the two crinkly little lips that split the backthrust
pubis. She had a cute cunt.
	It was also a good and tight one. He could feel the wetness
inside, but it did nothing to help him pass the gates. But then he was 
inside and he was sharing how ready she was for him. About four
thrusts ready by his count. 
	She was a loud little bitch, but not in volume. She gave the 
impression of crying out wildly, but she did it in hushed moans and low
encouragements for him to ram it in her harder and faster. It was the 
way her butt seconded the motion that had Tubman going.
	Hell, it was good cunt, he thought. Even if she cans me, I
guess I come close to breaking even. She'll have to give me a good 
recommendation, anyway.
	She certainly was giving rave reviews as he fucked her. She
was so hot, he was going to make her cum before he did. She verified
that shortly after with a little sucked back sound and a tremor. He
slapped against his tiny target louder as she wailed and then began to
thrash as he fucked her over the edge.
	Her hips jerked in strong, but disconnected movements and
Tubman kept ramming away to make sure she got off good before he
blew pecker snot all over her insides. And then it didn't make any 
difference to him any more. They both jerked in their un-coordinated 
dance as she trembled through the final shivers of her orgasm and he
painted her womb baby white. 
	---
	They didn't even wait for a gentlemanly dismount. The last jerk
had barely shaken his cock when the applause started.
	"Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!" someone was chanting in the back.
	Both heads snapped toward the front of the office and all four
eyes traveled over the girls in the doors and windows of the office.
	"Oh my LORD!" Millicent shrieked and tried desperately to
pull away only to be trapped by him still standing behind her with his
cock inside her.
	It took Tubman a minute to absorb the situation and then he 
stepped back to free her and she stood up and tried to make her dress
settle back to the floor.
	"You girls....." she started and then realized she didn't have a
threat for this one.
	"Nice motion offense, coach," Tubman heard Cheryl's voice 
	"Yeah, nice to know you know how to bounce them balls,"
came Bouncy's taunt.
	"Hey, hey, hey, this is the founder's daughter,  show some
respect," he said to quiet them.
	"Granddaughter," Millicent said icily.
	"Now you girls should know better than peeping on people in
private moments," he said, testing his chance of turning the tables.
	"Kind of a private awards ceremony, huh coach?" Leggy was
direct. "Guess she's going to promote you to Mandingo."
	"I am mortified and I don't know what I can do about it," 
Millicent broke in. "But I won't stand here and be abused by students
at MY OWN COLLEGE!"
	Her attempt at control was a more dismal failure.
	"No, no wait," Cheryl stepped forward to quell the retorts, "I
got something sensible to say to Mrs. "Founder's Grandkid". So, since
you own the college, you can maybe loosen up on us a little bit. Seeing
how we're such intimate friends and all."
 	"What are you smarmy little blackmail demands?" Millicent 
said through clenched teeth.
	"Now, now, nothing flashy," Cheryl began calmly, "I just think
we might be relieved of a little scrutiny while we're, say, in the
lockerroom."
	"I still don't understand, but I'm glad you can use scrutiny in a
sentence," Millicent replied.
	"Right. What I mean, as a f'instance, is that this whole
lockerroom is, like, private- you know private moments and all that.
The school has no interest in what goes on in here. We get to do what we
want in this one place," Cheryl laid it out.
	Millicent wasn't glad that Cheryl had the wiles to pound the
threatening privacy peg into her, but she got the point. In fact, it was
an easy wish to grant. The coach was the only supervision they had
ever had and she was sure that they now had him in line as well.
	She agreed and then hustled out of the office to leave Tubman 
with his team.
	"Really, that was great, coach," Betty said when Millicent had
left.
	"Now you girls shut up about that," he said, anger or a blush
rising up his neck. "There wasn't much choice. She is the boss."
	"Well, it makes me rethink my opinion of you," Undulant said.
"I don't think I'd mind at all if I was to look down and see you
between my legs at the sports orgy."
	She was touching herself as she spoke. It reminded him he
was standing naked in front of the team and that they'd see his
probable response to the invitation. But even his urge to cover himself 
was lost as he caught all Cheryl had said.
	"What's this crap about an orgy?" he demanded.
	"Oh come on, coach, be real. You heard her agree to keep
this all private. Relax. Don't you think we know how much you wanted
to let us jerk you off in the shower?" Cheryl made the loose fist gesture
of jacking off. "All those slippery, soapy hands... all over your body..."
	It wasn't good. He guessed it wasn't bad either, but he felt it
was bad for his authority for his cock to be getting hard. But Cheryl
was trying and she was right about the shower. It was that memory
causing the stirring in his crotch.
	"Okay, you got me, now tell me the rest," he said.
	"Look. We were very, very good all year in the co-ed showers,"
Cheryl said like she was pleading a case. "Believe it or not, we did it
out of respect for you even though we knew you didn't want us around.
But now there's no trouble for you to get in. We just want to do what
we always wanted to do, but didn't."
	---
	A lockerroom was a shitty place for an orgy. Hard benches, 
toilets, cement floor, there wasn't a whole lot of comfortable places to
fuck. There was a shower, but who wanted to fuck wet all day?
	Coach Tubman didn't have much hope for a successful fete.
But Undulant had offered him a piece and he was pretty sure it would
be good enough to make him forget the conditions for a little while.
	Of course, they had all invited him to join in, but only Cheryl
was so specific in her invitation. Who knows? He thought, maybe there
will be a lot of willing holes for the coach to hide his willie. If it
was really going to be an orgy, who would know- or care- who was
fucking them?
	Again coach hadn't given the girls enough credit. They were as
organized about satisfying their libidos as they were building a winning
team. They arrived looking like they were packed for Outward Bound.
Tubman had never given camping gear a thought.
	The girls- and maybe the boys, had given everything a thought.
Tubman saw that as they chose the 'dry lockers', a section of the room
away from the showers to set up. It was a smaller area and they filled
it with air mattresses end to end and side to side. They butted the
portable beds against the lockers and under the stanchions of the
benches to form a solid mass of play area. And then they covered it all
with blankets and pillows and sleeping bags.
	Tubman reversed his decision. Once furnished, the lockerroom 
was a great place for an orgy. There was plenty of room to get crazy
and then more room beyond that.
	He had watched a little horseplay as they had set up, but 
nothing overtly sexual. He wondered if they needed a sign or if they
had some sort of signal for the fun to begin. The place was ready.
Everyone but Peterson was here. He was excited and impatient for the
festivities to begin.
	He became aware that, one by one, each pair of eyes was
turning to fix on him. He also became acutely aware of his position,
leaning against the wall with his legs and arms crossed. For some
reason it all made him nervous.
	There was a small commotion near the back and a whispered
exchange. Then Tim Dawes was pushed forward and stumbled off the
impromptu mat toward Tubman. At least Dawes didn't frighten him.
	"Coach," he said, motioning Tubman to join him at the head of
the orgy floor, "We've all had a great year and we thought we ought to
put together some sort of presentation to thank you."
	He tried to act humble. He really was uncomfortable with these
things. He never knew how to act and in this case he wasn't sure what
was in store for him. He knew he wasn't the nicest coach on the planet.
	His apprehension heightened as Dawes put his arm around his
shoulders a little too tightly. He could feel the unspoken demand that
he stay put and he didn't like the feel of that.
	"We all got together and decided to have a little retrospective
as a tribute," Dawes said.
	He knew he had been right about Undulant and Dawes when
Cheryl stood up in the back. She had to be behind all of this. He
relaxed a little because she had never seemed to hate him, but he
knew she had a wicked sense of humor and he was ready to be
humiliated a little.
	"Coach, it all started with a game," Cheryl started. "All the
good and bad, the stumbling blocks and the triumphs all began in the
gym that day you decided you wanted to see the girls' tits. Remember?"
	The question was a cue for the girls to stand or kneel tall and
pull off their tops. This time Undulant was the last to pull her T-shirt
over her head and let her proud pair free. 
	"Look all you want," Cheryl continued. "Most of us didn't like
showing off then, but it brought us together. It motivated us to go out
and be the best in the A.S.S. That makes us proud to let you look
now."
	There were three sets of small ones in the whole group.
Undulant, Furor and White filled the middle with twin handsfull of firm
tit and the other four, particularly Bouncy, were on the big end. Jenna
Jumbo (of course) was only a freshman, but she had a pair of huge tits
that were each more than Tubman could have held in both hands.
	"But coach, we, particularly the girls, don't think we got to
know you very well," Cheryl said. "And we'd like to take this
opportunity to do that."
	He wasn't sure if she wanted his participation, so he kept quiet. 
Undulant stepped over the assembled teams and walked up to him.
Her hand went to his crotch and stroked lightly.
	"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she breathed in his ear and then
stepped back to work the button and the zipper of her jeans and
wiggle them down over her hips.
	White high-cut underwear hid the rest of her for a moment and
then they too were gone as Cheryl stood nude in front of him. 
Tubman's cock was on its way now. A chubby that started with
surveying the breastflesh had been focused by her stroking and now he
could feel the front of his shorts ballooning out with his hard-on. And
he knew she was going to make fun of it. 
	"My, my, coach has a friend," she giggled as she stepped to
the opposite side from Dawes to let the teams get a look.
	But she didn't push it long. She reached over and tugged his 
shorts down over the projection and then followed them with his briefs.
She had him step out of them as the girls oohed and ahhed at the
swing of his spar. 
	Then she covered him up with her body as she stood so his
cock poked low on her belly and ran her hands over his chest. It
hadn't been too embarrassing so far and it looked promising in the
future. Just rubbing over the smooth skin of her belly was making him
leak pre-cum.
	She pulled off his shirt to leave him as naked as she was and 
then stepped back. He hoped this was just anticipation. He had figured
that his presentation was her pussy and he was excited about the
chance to plunge his cock into her finally.
	"I know you're probably thinking I'm going to fuck you to
show our appreciation, but I was voted down," she said and his cock
sagged  a little. "But I have to admit, personal gain aside, that their
plan is good too."
	"Okay, Mary, your turn," she said to Mary White.
	Mary's nipples made tight circles as she bounced on the
mattresses walking toward him. She was still wearing a pleated skirt,
saddle shoes and bobby socks. She paused in front of him and flipped
up the skirt to expose a naked bush. Then she turned and flipped up
the back of the skirt and backed up until his cock was trapped
between her cheeks.
	"I'm a virgin, coach, the only one on the team," she said and
her giggles at the way his cock jumped at that information made her
butt wiggle and stimulate him further. "But I don't mean to tease you."
	"I thought about giving that up for you, but I'm not," she said
as she stepped away and then turned to kneel in front of him. "But I
will show you how I've managed to keep my cherry."
	She was exquisite. She obviously liked performing for an
audience and performing did nothing to reduce the effectiveness of her
mouth on his cock. It seemed she teased him forever only sucking on 
the knob and then drawing patterns on his cock and balls with the tip
of her tongue. But that was foreplay to her.
	When she got down to business, she was worse. She could
take nearly all of him in one plunge and she would swoop down and
suck him with his cock deep in her mouth and then pull back to bob
quickly on the first couple of inches. Long strokes down to her limit-
deep sucking, work on the knob, she varied and mixed her techniques
until he was squirming like a worm on a hook.
	He only made the mistake of grabbing her head and trying to 
force her to suck him once. She pulled away and reprimanded him.
	"Don't pull on my ears, I know what I'm doing," she scolded.
	He found that out as the sessions of full-length sucking became
longer and longer and she returned to them more quickly after taking a
break to lick his balls or run her tongue around the head of his cock.
This time, no, then the next, maybe the next, he was so close to
cumming, that it was down to a matter of swoops down his cock until
he would explode into her mouth.
	Then she stuck the finger up his ass. It backed him off for, oh,
about two seconds and then it burrowed inside his ass to find his
prostate and it felt like his whole unit, cock, balls and all simply
exploded. He expected to hear the boom as indescribable feelings
took him over and he could barely feel the commotion in his loins over
the  total body sensations she was dragging from him as his seed
pumped out copiously into her mouth.
	He could see why guys couldn't fuck her after a blow job like
that. She could be a virgin forever if she wanted.
	"Thanks, coach," she said hoarsely. "We really did have a fun
season because of you."
	He was leaning on Dawes a little since his knees had gone
weak but he managed to blurt out, "You kids were all right yourselves.
And I never- but then you know that- I've never gotten something I
wanted so much from a team. And I mean the championship. The
blow job goes without saying. I'm sure White knows her game there
as well as she knows press break three."
	Only Undulant looked a little disappointed, but he saw she
was mourning the loss of his hard-on. At least that's where she was
looking.
	"What you looking at?" Tubman challenged her.
	The rest were getting into the spirit of the orgy and he was 
addressing her as privately as you can in a roomful of people ready to
fuck. She didn't answer the question, so he went on.
	"I figure you and Dawes have been ripping it up pretty good,"
 he said, "Why don't you fuck him while I watch and we'll see if that
doesn't raise the dead."
	She grinned at him. He must have hit the nail on the head. That
was supported by the way Tim's hand flew from his shoulder and he
went to Cheryl.
	Dawes was a little behind, but he and Cheryl conspired to get
him naked in a couple of instants. They tried to find a spot near the
front and had to push the mound of Jerry Still and Candy Sweet out
of the way to get the room to stretch out.
	Tubman was tired of standing and watching as the boys and
girls rolled around fucking. Their preparation of the area had left him
no alternative. He was going to fix that.
	"You guys get into it and I'll be back in a minute," he said to
Tim and Cheryl.
	Tubman rolled his chair into the lockerroom and sat down to
watch for a bit. It was a lot more relaxing than watching practice. He 
knew from recent experience that he had nothing to add to White's
technique as she swallowed Smallnads' cock. And Still and Sweet
were having fun in their '69' and wasn't that the point.
	He glanced over the contrasts of Dark's black butt humping
between Bouncy's white thighs and Leggy reversing the color scheme
as her dark legs were wrapped around Bob Branch's pale butt. But
his attention quickly returned to Undulant living up to her name as she
rode liquidly on Dawes' cock.
	He had dibs. He zeroed in on the woman that he had been
dreaming about fucking since she'd showed him her goods on the first
day. Those tits were so fine. Even as her hips went wild riding up and
back on Tim's pole her tits moved with a controlled grace like Cheryl
on the court. They were not stiff and jerky or flopping uncontrolled.
They flowed in a gentle smoothing of her ragged rhythm riding Dawes'
cock.
	They were getting near done and he was getting near ready.
He decided to do some coaching after all.
	"Dawes," he ordered, "Get off your ass and get her on her
knees. I want to see the look in her eyes when you make her cum."
	Dawes was mostly tall as far as basketball went, but Tubman
had never had a problem with his wanting to try and do what he was
told. He seemed startled by the idea he had a voice in how they had
sex. but reached up to roll Undulant off him. Cheryl seemed to agree
with Tubman's intentions and co-operated.
	Tubman didn't really give a fuck about the look on her face, he
just wanted to see Cheryl take it on her knees, but she took him at his
word and turned so she was facing him.
	That was okay as far as it went, but he really had wanted a 
closer view of Tim's cock disappearing into her rear. Her bouncing as
he drove into her was something, but it wasn't what he had envisioned.
But it did present another possibility. He decided to make do with 
what she was giving him.
	Her mouth was inviting as it opened slackly while she drew
short, shallow breaths while Dawes put it to her. There was just
enough room on the mattress in front of her for his knees. It was an
orgy, right? There should be a little two on one going on.
	Cheryl grinned as his cock moved towards her mouth. Coach 
had never been shy. It was hard to suck while she was out of breath 
with impending climax, but she did her best. She pushed him away for
his own good as Timmy's cock jammed her over the edge.
	"Come on, fill it up!" she tempted Tim as her hips jerked with
the force of her climax, "Give coach something sloppy for his sloppy
seconds!"
	Tubman liked her dirty mouth. He was ready for one of the
great fucks of his life. He certainly had been wanting it long enough.
	"Just stay where you are," he told her as Tim fell out of the way.
	"But coach, that's not my best side," Cheryl complained.
	"Show you can do this right and then we'll turn you loose to
see what you think you can do," he said as he moved behind her.
	Best side or not, her butt was still very nice. Now he got to 
finish a fantasy from their first meeting. Instead of disappearing around 
the corner, her butt was waiting for him and he slid slowly into her as if
time was suddenly picking up again after a pause from the first time he
had thought about sticking his dick in her.
	It was as good as he thought. And since pussy is pretty much
pussy- particularly at the good end, it was nice that it was really her 
pussy and no longer a fantasy. It came home to him more strongly that
he was living the dream- fucking students with impunity as he sank into
Undulant. The blow job from White had been a challenge in letting 
himself be watched by his athletes while he had sex. Fucking Cheryl
was about fucking a student. And his pick of the students on top of
that.
	She responded like she wanted it as much as he did. She was
assured and forceful as she pushed back to help him drive his cock
into her cunt.
	"Good decision to give my dick a try?" he asked her.
	"Sure coach, but don't go nuts," she gasped back, "My only
hesitation was that you were a teacher. Your dick didn't make that
much difference."
	He wasn't looking for a compliment about that. Women he
could trust- as far as he trusted any woman, said they couldn't really
feel the difference between six and eight inches. But it would be nice if 
Cheryl went a little nuts about how good he fucked.
	He decided to do what he could do and let the game- er
outcome unwind however it would. But he guessed it wouldn't hurt to
give whatever she liked best a try.
	"So what is your best side?" he asked.
	"Let me roll over," she said.
	He squatted back between his heels and she lifted to her knees
and turned around.
	"You comfortable?" she asked him.
	He nodded and then she knee-walked over until she was 
straddling his knees. She would be just the right height if she was
already sitting on his dick.
	"So put me on it," she chided him. "I think we can make this
my best side if you'll help."
	She knew all the angles. She had been around. He liked the
feel of lifting her up. It tripped the primal switches setting their
roles for the upcoming play. She was lighter than she looked.
	Setting her on his cock slowly was a bit more of a challenge.
He dropped her the last couple of inches without complaint from her.
She was right. It was better while he was looking at her. It was great 
to have a constant reminder of the woman who was hugging his cock
with her cunt.
	Cheryl was an athlete. She was managing to fuck him with
grinds of her pelvis without lifting off his thighs. He pushed back and 
knew what she meant about helping. They could get at it pretty good
when they worked together.
	It certainly wasn't what he thought of when the school told him
to start a girls team. Imagining himself fucking some hot 20-year-old 
in the midst of some 20 college kids pokin' and gropin' hadn't entered
his mind. Like he gave a shit about reminiscing when Cheryl picked up
the pace.
	He was totally back to the eager young co-ed when his cock
began to throb inside her churning sheath. She was great. It was real
good pussy. And she was treating him right as he jerked and gave her
a cum douche. She seemed to be trying to pull his dick off at the roots
as she milked the cum out of his spasming balls.
	"Jesus, coach, turn off the hose," she said as the tremors
calmed. "You'd think you hadn't got laid in a month instead of just
getting a blow job fifteen minutes ago."
	"Maybe..." he choked off, 'you need to fuck more real men' so
he wouldn't piss off Dawes and instead added, "I've been storing that
one up for a long time- like when I first got the idea."
	That made her laugh an evil laugh, telling Tubman that she
knew what he was talking about.
	"Then I guess you're lucky we won," she said, stirring the
kettle a little more with cryptic references as she pushed on his
shoulders so she could lift herself stiffly off his lap.
	His juices and hers fell in large drops from between her legs
and dripped on the blanket between her knees. She had taken on a
full cargo between Dawes and Tubman.
	Tubman slumped back into his chair. It had been harder on his
old knees than he'd anticipated. He was too old for acrobatics. But he
could watch. He certainly could do that without straining.
	And there were interesting sights everywhere. It was apparent
that the pairing off that had been blossoming over the last two months
had barely survived the first round. No one seem to have any regard
for whose parts they were using. And they had little regard for how
many were using them at once.
	Coach would have thought Leggy would be in the middle of it
from her leadership on the court, but it was quiet Candy Sweet who
welcomed Derek between her thighs and pulled Still's rather long cock
into her mouth again. Hands were stroking her breasts and stray mouths
lingered over her thighs and ass as she became the centerpiece of a
flower-like spread of copulating youth.
	White was attempting the challenge of Dark's thick cock as
Al fondled Sweet's breast and drove his tongue inside a squatting
Bouncy. And Dawes had forsaken Undulant to sit on a 
blanket-covered bench and thrust his cock between the mammoth tits
that Jenna Jumbo was laying on his lap and pressing together to make
a sheath for his cock to fuck.
	Jumbo had been taking Bobby Briscoe's cock from the rear
as well before Cheryl peeled the young boy off and pulled him on top
of herself. Furor was fucking Branch and holding her butt open for
Tom Trueax to struggle his cock up her ass. And that was- whatever-
Thomerson- something Thomerson pushing his cock in her face to lick.
	He was just getting the players straight when Leggy strode
over and put a hand on her hip.
	"Don't you play this game either?" she sneered.
	Tubman was used to her abrasive manner. She wouldn't be
La'Von without it. She meant: wanna fuck?
	"But I hear if I try black, I'll never go back," he replied. "You 
ready to be my girlfriend forever?"
	"Shiiiit!" she snorted. "I offer you some gold and you ask me
to support you the rest of your life? Get your own sistah."
	"Why don't you give me that gold and we'll worry about the
rest later," he conceded, holding up his barely thickening prong.
	La'Von slid her legs through the arms of his chair like she was
mounting a horse and made the awkward procedure look easy. She
pressed his exhausted prick against her pubic hair and simulated 
fucking him.
	"Think how that'd feel if it was inside me," she mocked him.
	"You know I am," he said, "I can smell it, taste it, imagine it
so clear. Give me a minute and you can feel it too."
	La'Von wasn't model material. Her face was rather too wide 
for its height and her features weren't that even. But he was a coach.
She was an athlete. He judged with a different set of priorities. And he
had never fucked a black woman before.
	It wasn't an important enough distinction for it to become a 
dream, but he had always wondered. And now he wouldn't have to
deal with any of the black/white bullshit to satisfy his curiosity. He was
pretty eager for his cock to respond.
	"You want me to call you massa or somethin'?" she asked.
	"Fuck you." he answered. "I just came twice, keep doing what
you're doing and I'll do the best I can."
	Leggy giggled. It was the first silly sound he had ever heard her
make. Tubman jumped on it. It seemed  her 'black power' face was a 
bit of a put on.
	"What about you?" he teased. "You want me to call you my
nigger bitch? You want me to threaten to flog you? Know of any ice
filled rivers I can chase you across? Is that the game you like to play?"
	He was having fun trading jibes with La'Von, but it was ruining
his concentration. Leggy looked at her predicament and then looked
back at the orgy in progress.
	"Since I can't get up and do it myself, would someone mind
coming over here and making this white man's dick get hard?" she
asked. 
	It sounded like a general call, but she was staring at Betty 
squatting over Al's mouth. Bouncy shrugged and got up to leave Dark
at the mercy of White's blow job.
	"I don't have to, like, suck your clit or anything, do I?" she
ragged on La'Von.
	"I don't know what all you crazy white folks do, but black
folks don't eat no pussy," she got out before she broke up in snorts.
	Comedic sex wasn't what Tubman needed, but Bouncy cut
out the jokes and bent down to force her head between them. He 
couldn't tell how much Bouncy was licking La'Von and didn't care. He
was concentrating on her tongue licking over his dick. That was the
right direction.
	When it was just hard enough to stuff inside Leggy, Bouncy
stood up and smiled at La'Von.
	"Thank you sweetie," La'Von said as she lifted up to push his
cock into herself as she kissed Betty on the cheek.
	As he suspected, it was pussy. He reached out to stroke the
black breasts and it was better pussy as his cock grew inside La'Von.
	"There you go, white boy, I think I feel something now," she
harassed him.
	Her hips began with a gentle rock that Tubman tried to
influence by lunging up at her out of the chair. 
	"You want that black pussy pretty bad," La'Von continued to 
mock him, and teased him by lifting away.
	But that only gave the coach more room to drive his cock up 
into the lithe black woman.
	"I want all good pussy and yours is feeling pretty good at the
moment," Tubman corrected. "Now come here and give your coach a
big sloppy kiss."
	Like every day on the court, La'Von leaned forward to 
dominate. She had to bend her head down over Tubman and from that
vantage, she filled his mouth with a predatory tongue and tried to kiss 
and fuck him into submission at the same time. At the same time he
was fighting off her tongue's attack, La'Von was jerking her hips 
against him sharply, pounding down on his hard cock.
	In effect, he was lost in black and although he couldn't tell any
real difference, his curiosity and the fantasy component of finally having
the experience was making La'Von's aggressive style of taking charge
all the more exciting for Tubman. He didn't just have his dick in a 
black woman. He was being overwhelmed and conquered by a black
woman.
	And he was going to get to enjoy it for some time. The day
had taken its toll on him. One blow job and one fuck down, coach
Tubman was on fuck-a-while plateau. His dick was ready to enjoy,
but his balls were going to be on a coffee break for some time.
	That didn't slow Leggy down in her attempts to make the
coach 'leave it on the court' so to speak. His thumbs popped her black
nipples to and fro as her cunt devoured his cock and Leggy became a
victim of her own enthusiasm.
	"Fuck you coach!" she gasped as she came on his hard-on.
	Tubman dropped her breasts and grabbed her ass. He
worked her on him as her own drive was diminished by her climax.
She jerked hard and long as he kept her driving back and forth on
his cock.
	The landscape was quieter as Leggy leaned back and crawled
her way back off him until her legs were free of his chair. Still had
pulled his cock from Sweet's mouth and was busy screwing Bouncy.
The Thomerson kid had Jenna bent over the bench Dawes had been
sitting on and taking her energetically from behind and Dawes was
balls-deep in Franci Furor's face as he lay over her and licked her
fresh-fucked pussy.
	The rest were trying to recover in a myriad of resting, groping,
kissing positions on the mattresses. Well, screw you Sweet, Tubman
thought to himself as he recalled the scene with her in the midst of
them all, taking cock at both ends.
	If he was going to make a move, it might as well be now, he
thought as he got up and stepped over the wasted bodies in his
path.
	"Sweet! I've been watching you take on the double-team,"
he told the momentarily deserted girl, "Now I want you to take some
laps."
	His cock had slumped some, but was still in dangerous mode.
He had been stopped short by Leggy and was ready to give that 
offering to Candy. She looked up at him standing over her and
understood his words.
	This was an even better example of student-fucking for the
coach. Undulant was his desire and she was a student, but she was
not the shy, quiet girl Candy Sweet was. Watching the little girl look
on Sweet's face as she looked up at him and stuck out her tongue to 
lick his cock had the real thrill of making a co-ed submit to him.
	There was no back-talk as Candy ran her tongue over his 
cock. She was looking up for approval as her licking made his cock
slowly raise to renewed hardness. She was there to do as she was
told. Tubman suddenly knew what he wanted from her.
	"Lie down and spread you legs," he told her.
	He had always wanted to say that to a co-ed. And he had 
always dreamed that she would lay back and wait for him just as 
Sweet did. He climbed over her in the heat of fantasy fulfilled and 
fumbled his cock around until it found her slit.
	"There you go college girl," he snarled as he pushed his cock
into her. "You're getting it on both ends from the old guy like you give
it up to the boys."
	It was easy not to see her as Candy Sweet while he fucked
her. For one thing, the top of her head barely came to his chin as he
lay over her. For another, he had to concentrate on her warm cunt
surrounding his plunging cock to work up his third climax.
	She was playing helpless student for him very well. She lay
under him awaiting instruction as he thrust into her. His elbows were
outside her arms and he gripped her shoulders to hold her as he 
pumped his meat into her. She was the perfect jack-off machine to 
end the frustration Leggy had left him with.
	And then he was ready to cum again. As he felt the climax 
come over him, he thought of the girl under him. Cute little Candy was
going to make him cum.
	"This is great, you've been a sport," he gasped as he jabbed
hard into the girl, "I needed that- Oh god this is good!"
	"Come on- fuck me now. Fuck me good," he grunted and 
Candy jerked her hips back at his rapid hammering right on cue.
	Their hips fought each other for long seconds and then 
Tubman growled and dumped another load into the squirming girl.
	"You fuck good for a quiet one," coach said and Candy,
true to her manner, just smiled at him.
	The late feature was Al Dark and Jenna Jumbo center floor as
La'Von and Still tried to out-do the other pair's acrobatics. La'Von
was an athlete and Still's long dick let her move all over while he kept
inside her. But the Dark-Jumbo combo was not in motion for fun.
	Jenna had serious discomfort on her face as Al pushed his
thick cock into her from behind. Tubman figured the big cock had
something to do with it, but he thought her main pain was the violent
swinging of her magnificent mammaries. Both the twisted expression
on her face and her flying tits were turn-ons, but there was no contest
that the incredible arc of her breasts was the main draw.
	She stilled that by collapsing and Dark turned her on her side 
to fuck her straddling her bottom leg. That was just as impressive as
her huge tits surged even within the protective circle of her arms while
Al fucked her.
	Tubman could only dream of what might come when softball
season started.
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