Keywords: M/F, M+/F, M/+F, humor Author: W R Jenkins Title: Title IX - Co-ed Gym Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. 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. ###