~Subject: The Basketball team #1 nc r s etc
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)

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The following in a collaboration of Parker and myself (Paladin). 

                       THE BASKETBALL TEAM #1
                          PARKER & PALADIN

Synthia Piper was almost at the top.

She had worked her ass off all year, scheming and planning for
this moment. She had arranged to get her team into a league that
included a lot of poor, inner city schools. She had seen that her
kids received the best training money could buy. She had bribed
many of the officials of the big tournament; even a number of the
other coaches had succumbed to her bribes and, on one distasteful
occasion, her body. And now she was in a position to give the
parents of Virgin Miller College what they wanted, and what they
had paid for.

The Silver Cup.

So she had been forced to do a nooner with that fat overweight jock
on the tournament committee. He had been so sweaty and that flab...
Well that was behind her. Now she could concentrate on the sweet
young girls. Lots of sweet young bodies to intimidate and seduce.
Why it made her smooth pussy water just thinking of the future.
The Silver Cup for their trophy case would give her the keys to
the future. Champions of the high school girls basketball league,
division three would be just the start.

Each parent had coughed up the bucks to get their spoiled bitches
to the pinnacle of their conference. Now, with a little luck, a
little intimidation and a whole shitload of money, she would
overcome the opposition and get the Silver Cup for her school...
and for her own future.

It had worked so far, and now there was only one team left to
play for the cup. OK, the opposition was a tough group of ghetto
kids, but the officials would give her every break. A hefty bribe
had seen to that. Not that it was necessary; half the girls at
the inner city school probably spent more time in jail than on
the court and, if possible, her friends would see that some of
them were taken right off the court for drugs.

Everything was in place. She would tonight dine on champaign and
strawberries and that sweet Sandra. Big tits, red hair... that girl
had the tastiest cunt....

And, with the trophy, would come the recognition and respect she
deserved. Synthia had been an athlete in college, with
scholarships and a bright future, but one fucking incident, one
little episode of cheating had seen her career in ruins. She
would show them. Once she got a reputation for training winning
teams, she could take her pick of jobs, and those assholes at BCN
could go fuck themselves.

She could imagine their faces...

And now it was the big day. She had roused the little bitches out
of bed and had them standing in front of the well kept school
grounds with their bags, waiting for the chartered bus to take
them to the title game. It was a long trip, and she wanted to get
there early, just to make sure the fix was in. Everything was
going her way...

The usual bus arrived with a sigh and the door opened. A hugh
black man emerged and smiled at her.

"You'll the team for the tournament?" he inquired. His eyes
roved over the nubile young white flesh of the waiting athletes.
If anything his color, a deep black, seemed to go to purple.
The girls, who had been talking and laughing moments before,
fell silent, staring.

"Y... Yes!! Where is Steve, our usual driver??" she asked.

"Oh he's got a sick wife and I volunteered to take his place as
I's got folks in town that I ain't seen in a while. I'm a good
driver and I'll get you's there with smiles on your faces. Yes
sir. I aims to please you'll folks. Now let's get those cases in
the cargo box and get's started for the traffic builds up."

With that he proceeded to take her bag and open the door to the
under side of the bus. There was a big duffle bag already in the
compartment. Did it move?? No it must be something else.

Synthia saw hugh the big black moved efficiently through the
crowd of shrinking, silent white girls and separated them form
their bags. Soon all the baggage was stowed in the belly and the
cargo door closed. Without a backward glance he lumbered through
the milling group of girls and stepped onto the bus. The springs
groaned with his bulk and the bus seemed to shift. A couple of
the girls giggled as he shifted his enormous bulk into the
driver's seat.

"All aboard for the tournament," he shouted at the tittering
girls, "Hurry up fo' the good seats."

Synthia hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders
and raised her clipboard. She called out the girls' names,
checking them off as they walked past her onto the buss.

"Terry."

A tall, willowy blonde girl with large green eyes nodded her head
and got on the bus.

"Shanda."

"Kathryn."

"I don't want to go if... he's driving."

Synthia looked up. The speaker, a tall, brunette looked over at the
black man with a sneer of distaste on her haughty face. The teacher
leaned in and whispered: "I understand. But we have to get to the
game. Just hold your nose." The girl giggled and then nodded. She
got onto the bus, pinching her nostrils between her fingers.

The driver looked away but his teeth gleamed at the fully
expanded blouse of the girl. <Yes sir that is going to be some
sweet meat there, he thought.>

"Regina... Sandra... Elizabeth..."

Finally, the whole team was on the bus, all ten girls.

Synthia swung onto the front seat and put her clipboard away.
There was a tittering and some disputes over who sat with whom
but finally they were all in and seated.

Synthia said, "OK, all here." She looked at the bus driver and
wrinkled her nose. Oh well... "What's your name?"

"Just call me Larry. I hope we get to know each other better as
the trip goes on." Larry had the whitest teeth she had ever seen.
His eyes seemed to look right through her and she shuddered under
their gaze, turning away as he closed the door and released the
brake.

The bus seemed to sigh and then the engine rumbled to life. The
girls laughed and clapped as their transportation turned down the
road and picked up speed, carrying them towards their adventure.
They sensed that this would be a high point in their lives. They
were going to make school history.

Little did they know how right they were.

Larry drove like a madman. He had them on the highway and into
the city with ease. As a couple of hours passed, most of the
girls soon got bored with travel. Kathryn loudly muttered
something to Sandra about "monkey driving at the wheel".
Synthia almost turned to tell her to keep it down, but
then shrugged: what did it matter if they hurt the bus
driver's feeling? After all, they called them porch
monkeys in the ghetto... so he would be use to it.

Most of the girls didn't notice when the bus took an early exit.
Synthia thought that something was wrong when it drove into the
half burnt-out ghetto, but when she stood up to complain, Larry
stepped on the gas. She tumbling her back into her seat. A couple
of the girls screamed, but most were too scared with the violent
motions to make any noise. They just sat, paralysed, as the
speeding bus bounced and jiggled over potholes and half-paved
road. Finally, Larry turned a corner and applied the brakes in an
alley behind a large brick building.

The engine died. He heaved himself out of his seat and turned
around: "Now we have a little rest stop here!!" A large .45
appeared in his hand; he grabbed Synthia's arm, pulled her out of
her seat and spun her around to face the now screaming girls.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The panicked girls ignored his order. He raised the pistol in the
air and fired. The explosion of the .45 in the confined space of
the bus deafened the girls and, finally, stopped the screaming.
Satisfied with the silence, Larry turned to open the door.

Seeing her chance, Kathryn sought to flee through the emergency
door at the back of the bus. As she dropped to the pavement,
however, the slender brunette was greeted by a large group of black
kids, mostly teenagers. Some had sticks, some knives; some even had
guns. Letting out a shriek, she tried to climb back into the bus,
but was pulled down into the crowd. Sandra, a redhead with large
breasts, watched in horror from the inside of the bus as her team
member was quickly lost from sight behind a crowd of black
teenagers.

Some other kids had jemmied open the cargo doors and were taking
out the bags and going over the contents of the now subdued white
girls. A large duffle bag was split open and a bound, gagged and
naked Steve, the real bus driver, was uncovered.

Inside the bus, Larry hadn't been wasting his time. After seeing
that the escaping girl was well taken care off, he had been
stripping the basketball coach. Synthia had struggled at first, but
the feel of the .45 at her forehead encouraged cooperation. While
he worked, Larry looked up at the frightened teenage girls and
spoke: "Now I think you'll needs to rest for a while. What say
you'll strip's down for yo comfort and shit?? Else wise the girls
will take pleasure in treating you'll to a new set of rags made
from those fashionable duds you has on."

The girls didn't move.

Larry had Synthia down to her bra and panties when he finally
threw her out to the waiting crowd. Taking a couple of steps down
the aisle, he reached down and grabbed a screaming girl, Regina
Jones, from her seat and roughly tore her blouse and then her bra
from her slight frame. Regina, a tomboy all her life, was a slender
girl, with thin hips and no breasts to speak of.

Larry sneered at her. "Looks like we got a boy hiding here. Tear
off the panties and if see if there is a dick hiding down there,"
Larry cried as he tossed her to the waiting crowd. The brown haired
girl screamed and struggled as black hands tore off her panties
and began to explore her lightly haired slit to assure themselves
their wasn't a dick in there. She was nearly catatonic with fear
from the feeling of her slit and the crowd of boys and girls there,
laughing and looking her over. She was so scared she could not even
scream. It took a particularly vicious pinch to her left nipple to
bring a vocal response.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed and tried to cover the now
aching nipple. It was a futile effort, with the many black hands
exploring her now public nudity.

Seeing what was happening to their team mate, the thoroughly
frightened girls now hurried to obey Larry's orders, they saw what
awaited them off the bus so maybe they would be safer to do as
ordered and stay in the bus. They began to undress, and, covering
themselves up as best they could with their hands, they dropped
their smart clothes under the seats to save them for future use.
The crowd, who seemed to be taking every thing in their baggage,
swallowing up their other fashionable clothes.

After they finished undressing, Larry herded the semiclad girls off
leave the bus. As they stepped onto the pavement, each girl was
grabbed by either a black girl or boy and the precious underwear
was torn off. The sound of ripping and cries of outrage filled the
air.

Satisfied that his charges were in hand, Larry sought out
Synthia. He quickly found her in the middle of a knot of black
males were she was busily servicing the whole group from her hands
and knees. She was sucking, fucking and jacking off a couple
of the studs. One was even trying to fit his little black snake
in her ear without much success.

"Get out' the way niggar!" Larry exclaimed as he pulled the
earfucker out of the way. Angrily, he pushed the men away. The
dicks gave up their places in their reluctant holes and Larry
dragged the dazed basketball coach over to the bus steps. Her
face glistened with come as he jerked her around and turned to
the crowd. She thought back fondly to the nooner with the
official... If only she had gone over there and gave him the blow
job he wanted today. <Oh God If only she had...>

He shouted: "You'll simmer down and bring the white bitches over
here. NOW!!! I want's to set the record straight here with them
and dis here slimy cheating whore."

A groan arose, but the knots of black bodies untangled themselves
from the white flesh at their centers and disgorged a motley
collection of shivering white females.