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Subject: {ASSM} Coach Attempts to Score [2/2] (mM/f,Fdom,stroke,snuff,male plotting)
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Coach Attempts to Score
(C) 2000 Kari Alarus
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Note: This story is follow-up of sorts to my previous story,
"Hard Dick High" originally published on {ASS}.
You are strongly advised to read HDH first to acquire
some essential background for this story.
FYI, "Hard Dick High" is now available on {ASSM}
-Kari Alarus- (aka head2fat)
head2fat@soon.com
[BTW, Be sure to read part 1 of this story before continuing]
----------------BEGIN STORY [part 2 of 2]----------------------
Of course, Tawny Stevens wasn't the only Rockwood girl who
played prominent roles in Coach Peter's sordid stroke fantasies.
Besides Tawny, there were several coeds in particular that Coach
Peters was dying to fuck the brains out of. One was a stunning
blonde sophomore named Jana Matthews.
Besides being awesomely beautiful, Jana had the most gorgeous
pussy that Harry had ever seen. The primary reason he
remembered the girl's pussy so vividly was that she was always
flashing it. Her long sinfully curved legs were always so
amply displayed in her short flared wool skirts and strap-on
sandals. Unlike quite a few of the teasing little sluts at
Rockwood, Jana loved to dress with class. Her tops may fit have
tightly around her ample breasts, but they were hand-woven with
exquisite fabrics. Her pleated skirts may have exposed quite a
bit of her beautiful legs, but the brief little garments were of
the finest wool or silk. Yes, Jana was classy, but she could
also be nasty, definitely a plus in Coach's book. She was
always either bending over in her expensive little skirts (what
panties?) or pulling them up to tease. And when she did traffic
would stop. Shaved bald as a baby's butt and gently pouting,
her pussy was simply stunning. Framed by her awesome sculpted
tanned legs and a tight round butt that you could drool over,
her pussy was magnificent.
Coach especially envied her boyfriend, Tuck Anderson, his star
varsity quarterback. You see, Jana didn't participate in the
afternoon sex slaughters like the other girls. Around 2pm, she
simply left class in search of her 6-foot stud of a boyfriend.
Once having found him, she'd raise her skirt to bare her bald
pussy and lewdly grind up against him to make sure that her
consent was witnessed by the Amazon classroom monitor. Then
they'd both leave to find some secluded spot where they would
fuck each other like crazed animals for hours. The weight room,
just beyond Coach Peter's office was one of their favorite spots.
Merely seeing Tuck's thick 10-incher sink slowly into Jana's
juicy shaved cunt usually made Coach Peters hot enough to want
to grab his meat and pull away, but, unfortunately, this was
forbidden at Rockwood (the sole exception being in the boys'
bathrooms during breaks).
Knowing how mercilessly his stunning girlfriend habitually
cock-teased her classmates and instructors, Tuck would proceed
to fuck his naughty little cock-tease with the fervor of a bull
in heat. He got incredibly turned on, knowing that he alone was
able to savor the luscious goodies of the hottest girl on
campus. Tuck knew full well just how many of his classmates
savagely spanked their monkeys over Jana's hot buff bod every
single bathroom break.
Between Tuck's ferocious grunts on every downstroke [Jana's cunt
had to be incredibly tight!], and Jana's screams of ecstasy in
the midst of a thorough fucking, it was all Coach could do to
keep from stroking his own stiff monster. After a few minutes
though, out of shear frustration, he'd have to don his running
clothes and work his angst off racing around the athletic track.
A side benefit was that he stayed in incredible shape working
off his constant sexual frustration. Of course, this didn't
really provide any relief; it simply deferred the inevitable.
Once back at home, Harry would finally be able to achieve
release by viciously reaming his on-again off-again girlfriend,
Lucy.
While Lucy appreciated Harry's wild fucking (he truly was a
beast in bed), she hated the callous way he treated her when
they were out in public. Besides giving her little respect,
Harry simply didn't seem interested in her for anything but sex
[but damn, could the man fuck!]. She'd left him five times
already, but kept crawling back because no other man knew how to
make her cum buckets like Harry could.
One of her main complaints was that Harry never talked to her,
but Harry was no fool. He didn't dare talk about the things
that happened at Rockwood. He couldn't.
Harry was certain that if Lucy knew how often (nearly every
time) he brutally fucked some shameless young Rockwood slut in
his mind while viciously reaming Lucy's cunt, then she really
would feel used; and in that case would definitely leave him for
good. Harry had to admit to himself that Lucy was actually a
good woman. He genuinely liked her cooking, her tidiness, and
her thoroughly warped sense of humor. She was quite a decent
lay besides. Yet, in the end, she was a bit too cheap and easy
for Harry's taste. Maybe he could learn to love her over time,
but her attraction for now was limited.
Speaking of cheap, there was one particular coed that Coach
Peters was disgustingly but powerfully turned on by. Her name
was Belinda Nielssen. She had recently arrived from Denmark.
The story about Belinda was that she'd so regularly and
shamelessly drained her six uncles of their spunk with her
brazenly salacious antics, that their enraged wives had
approached her father demanding that either Belinda be shipped
off or something "unnatural" might befall her. Knowing full
well that those spiteful "bitches" would surely carry out their
threat and having learned about Rockwood Academy from the "bad
girls' underground", Belinda convinced her father to send her
there if he indeed felt it best to send her away. Naturally,
her extensive extracurricular (sexual) experience along with her
healthy "farmgirl" looks augured well for her acceptance to
Rockwood. On her first visit to campus, she definitely did not
disappoint.
Belinda arrived on a black bicycle in black knee-high stockings,
a short black button-front leather mini, and a fringed wide-mesh
cotton top that draped to just above her nipples, revealing the
full glory of her huge firm milky tits. The chunky little
blonde was certainly stacked! With her flat toned stomach, she
was obviously in great shape, as well. Her powerful legs were
especially eye-catching. The black knee-highs really set them
off, but it was her skirt (and what was underneath it) that so
indelibly etched itself into Coach Peter's dirty mind. Only
the top button of the skirt was fastened. This allowed the
heavy skirt to split wide-open most of the time. Since Belinda
wasn't wearing any underwear, her hairy little pussy was quite
nastily exposed whenever she moved.
Belinda had started to climb off the bike, just in front of
Coach Peters. Having watched her quite closely as she
approached the campus, Coach was already sporting a fairly large
boner. When that damned skirt rode up her ass, splitting open
to reveal her hairy cunt, Harry's dick grew almost a full inch
longer. Naturally, the little slut knew what she was doing.
She beamed him a naughty little smile as she lewdly straddled
the bike, deliberately prolonging Harry's agony. Her luscious
tits wholly exposed by the flimsy fringed top were absolutely
mouth-watering. When she put her hand over her pussy acting
as if she intended to cover herself, Harry just about blew his
load right then and there.
After she finally dismounted, she said, in a thick Danish
accent, "Oops, I hope you'll pardon my ... um ... exposure.
It's just that undies are so uncomfortable when I'm riding.
And this darned skirt doesn't offer any protection either, as
you can see." Then she added, "Well of course, you can see!"
while staring straight at the massive bulge in Coach's trousers.
"Anyway, my name is Belinda Nielssen" as she rushed forward to
shake his hand. But, suddenly she tripped and fell forward,
knocking Coach Peters down as she tumbled on top of him with the
skirt splitting wide open.
The two Amazon guards who had rushed forward to prevent any
further contact were confronted with quite a sight. Belinda
was lewdly wriggling on top of Coach Peter's prone form, with
her skirt up over her ass. While he was cursing at her to get
off of him, she was very nastily grinding her wet pussy against
his monstrous boner. She had no intention of getting up. From
her continuous moaning, it was clear that she was enjoying
herself way too much. To Harry's credit, though, he didn't
touch her. That would have given the Amazons carte blanche to
bludgeon him (for breaking Rockwood's harassment rules).
When the Amazon guards finally pulled Belinda off of her hapless
victim, they noticed a massive wet spot growing on the front of
Coach Peter's trousers. He had just cum in his shorts. "You
sick sorry pervert! You just can't wait to shoot your
disgusting load all over some helpless female" the Amazons
sneered. "If this hadn't clearly been an accident, your ass
[and dick] would be ours, you pathetic wimp!" Harry bristled
visibly at that comment, since he considered himself to be quite
the stud. But the Amazons were far too massive and imposing for
Harry to even try to fight.
Belinda flashed an unbelievably nasty smile at Harry while
licking her lips as the Amazons helped to her feet. "I hope we
can get together and finish our little ... 'talk' sometime", the
little trollop oozed as she and her bike were ushered off by the
Amazons.
"Don't even think about it, ... coach!" one of the Amazons
smirked back. From that moment on, Harry Peters had begun to
plot his revenge against the Amazons.
Racing to the bathroom to tidy up, Coach couldn't help but blast
his load a second time just thinking about the brazenness of
that clumsy little slut. Ten minutes later, Harry's cock was
still hard as he left the bathroom. He wasn't going to be able
to forget that slut Belinda anytime soon.
That night Harry fucked Lucy with such blind fury that after 7
loud mind-shattering orgasms she finally lost consciousness.
When she came to a few minutes later, Harry was holding her
close. He was stroking her very tenderly. Lucy's heart almost
stopped, she was so surprised. That was one night Lucy never
wanted to forget. It was also another reason why she kept
crawling back. She knew that deep down Harry did have a tender
side. Maybe someday, he'd open up to her. [If only she knew
the real story ...]
Belinda never left Coach Peters alone after that. She would go
out of her way to sexually tease and provoke him. In the
shortest of skirts, she would bend over, stretch, do the splits,
twirl, jump, and even hump passing classmates just to get
Coach's attention [not that she ever lost it].
On the days she wore cut-offs she'd always find a way to make it
into the weight room while Coach Peters was training his
athletes. Seeing Belinda work out on the bench in those
incredibly nasty cut-offs usually brought a stop to all other
activity in the weight room. You could literally cut the lust
in that room with a chainsaw. The tight denim crotch string
would sink deeply into Belinda's parted pussy. Her fat cunt
lips would curl around it as it gently grazed back and forth
over her clit. Her juices would leak visibly.
Try as he might, Coach Peters could not ignore the little
trollop. Without fail he'd always sprout a monster erection
whenever Belinda would begin her lewd workout. And she was
always asking Coach to critique her form, help her select
weights, or give her a towel. It was always something. It was
clear to everyone that she never wanted help from anybody else
but Coach Peters. Naturally, the ever-vigilant Amazons made a
point of watching him very closely every time Belinda was near.
When break time would finally arrive, those poor guys couldn't
wait to get to the bathroom. They would wank their rods so
viciously that they'd almost hurt themselves. Belinda's lewd
cutoffs quickly became legendary around Rockwood.
But one day, Belinda came to school in some obscene "jeans" that
Coach would never ever be able to forget. Coach nearly blew a
nut the first time he saw her arrive on campus in those "jeans".
[Most of the boys who saw her on campus that morning very nearly
didn't make it back to class after the first bathroom break.]
The infamous jeans were both ripped and bottomless. The entire
crotch and most of the rest had been cut clean away. The nasty
low-riding jeans had been abruptly severed just above her plump
naked crotch. Her lightly furred mound pouted obscenely to the
world. Her deliciously curved ass bubbled out nastily from
behind, as well. On her left heart cheek was a heart shaped
tattoo pierced by an arrow with the name "Coach" inside. But
that wasn't all. The legs of the jeans hung down from two denim
strips, one on each side to expose Belinda's gorgeous thighs all
the way up to her furry pussy. What material remained was
heavily slashed to bare most of her calves and lower legs. To
cap the slut look, Belinda wore an extremely skimpy white
crocheted bikini top that her copious tits literally poured out
of anyway.
Coach had to really motivate his players to work out that day.
But just as soon as he'd got them going, in struts Belinda
wearing those jeans. Their mouths all dropped open. Every guy
there stiffened immediately. Alternately they stared at her,
then at Coach to see what was going to happen.
Belinda goes right up to Coach and says "I made these jeans
especially for you, sweetie. Take a real long look. So how do
you like them?" Coach stood there dumbstruck. His cock was so
hard that it nearly burst through his warm-up pants. Sweat had
started to bead on his forehead and upper lip. "These ripped,
bottomless jeans I'm wearing are for special occasions" she
continued. "They let a guy know right away what I want - a
thorough fucking with nothing between me and his cock. Well,
should I model them for you?" Belinda smiled quite wickedly.
Then she proceeded to use the benches and workout equipment as
props for the lewdest modeling exhibition anyone there has ever
seen.
Belinda straddled the weight bench and lifted a couple of
dumbbells. As she did so, she raised her legs straight into
the air to give Coach a good look at her pussy. She hung from
the chin-up bar and did an extremely nasty set of leg splits.
She begged Coach to split her even wider (with his hands, of
course). She slipped her feet into the stirrups as she split
her legs and pussy to pull some weighted cables. After one set,
she had Coach load more weight on the apparatus. She did
reverse sit-ups while lying face down on a bench. She urged
Coach to come real close (close enough to sniff her sopping
cunt) and check her form as she did so. She even hung upside
down from the chin-up bar while doing ab flexes. Her tits fell
completely out of the bikini top, but she didn't seem to care.
Her only comment was "My poor tits need more support, don't they
Coach?" Belinda culminated her workout with a lewd pole dance
that had every man-pole in the place itching to do the "wild
thang".
Even before the pole dance ended, those poor boys lost it.
Every guy except for Coach raced out of the workout room in a
hypnotic sex trance. Once in the bathroom, they worked their
cocks with a frenzy. Within minutes they had sprayed so much
cum over the sinks and stalls that the floor was covered in a
pool of milky cream. The lust-driven boys kept savagely
beating their meat even after their balls had been drained bone
dry. Finally after 10 minutes, the last of them stumbled out
of the bathroom, barely able to walk. Needless to say,
workouts were over for that day.
As for Coach, his eyes had glazed over, he was so over-heated.
His cock was hot enough to singe the fibers in his trousers.
Rivulets of nervous sweat were running down his face. At that
moment, Coach Peters wanted to fuck that teasing little slut so
badly that he'd even consider risking death at the hands of the
Amazons.
After finishing her searing pole dance, Belinda's cunt was
oozing girl-cum. She said to Coach "I'm so goddamn wet for you.
Wanna touch me?" Before he could answer, Belinda was grinding
her wet cunt up against Coach's twitching monster. "You know,
Coach, we never did finish our little ... talk", she moaned in a
deep voice dripping with need. Coach moaned too, but out of
abject frustration. The semen was already boiling his balls;
and it was only a matter of time before Vesuvius was going to
blow, fucking or no fucking. This little slut really had his
number. Coach Peters had to literally beg the Amazons to take
Belinda away. "Coach, don't you love me?" Belinda cried as the
Amazons pulled her away.
Miraculously Coach resisted the temptation to savagely stroke
his sausage. Several hundred deep yoga breaths had cooled him
off sufficiently to carry on with his normal school day [which
would turn out to be not so normal after all].
Around 2pm when the afternoon sex slaughter began that day,
Belinda dragged six fully erect studs into the weight room just
so Coach could witness them fucking her senseless. She'd teased
those guys so brutally with her slutty tricks that they were
determined to fuck the devil out of her. Yet, despite getting
thoroughly reamed in her cunt and her ass by 6 well-hung
fuckers, every chance she got, Belinda kept turning around to
see if Coach would come to her rescue.
After 15 minutes of some of the most brutal fucking Coach had
ever witnessed [the guys' monster cocks were ripping Belinda
apart, and she was loving every minute], he had to close his
door. Harry was so frustrated that he could have cried. He
didn't even have Lucy's hungry cunt to ravage tonight, since she
was with her mother for a few days.
After having fucked their fill, the guys stumbled out of weight
room, leaving Belinda behind, limp and smiling, on a padded
bench. She was completely covered head-to-toe with sweet creamy
spunk. If the girl hadn't been in such a blissful state, the
presiding Amazons would have viciously "corrected" her
"assailants". Even so, the Amazons ordered the boys back into
some of the most merciless classroom fuckfests still taking
place. Now, it was payback, as those same studs ended up
getting fucked and sucked senseless themselves by several dozen
very horny and worked up teen sluts. An hour later, the
Amazons particularly relished dragging their six lifeless
carcasses out of the school building.
As for Harry, he ended up half-drunk at a hotel bar, where,
eventually, a pretty young stewardess consented to bring him up
to her room. Harry did not disappoint her. In fact, before he
left the next morning, the woman, Sasha, gave Harry her personal
cell phone number with explicit instructions to call her
whenever he desired a "return engagement".
* * * * *
Belinda, Jana, and Tawny were on a long list of Rockwood coeds
that Coach Peters was dying to ream senseless. In his
fantasies, he'd already repeatedly fucked some long-delayed
respect into those shameless teasing little sluts. Him and
about a hundred other Rockwood instructors and staff members!
They were all tired of constantly drooling over scores of
sinfully rich coed desserts that they were never allowed to eat
(or even lick).
Now Coach Harry Peters had a plan to do something about it.
His original plan had been to hypnotize the girls. Then he and
the other staff members would brutally and repeatedly fuck them
under trance. When they'd later regain awareness, except for
the fact that their cunts would be sore, they'd remember
nothing. Coach would make sure that several of his football
players would be conveniently nearby and naked when the girls
came to.
His initial victims were going to be the voluptuous football
cheerleaders. But first he needed a way to distract and subdue
the ubiquitous Amazon security guards.
That was then. Coach had since completely reformulated his
plan. This one was guaranteed to satisfy nearly everyone
involved.
Harry knew that had to be especially careful when dealing with
the Amazon staff. There was a rumor circulating that the last
two male staff members to challenge them had suffered very
brutal and mysterious deaths.
One guy, a history instructor, literally got fucked to death.
One of the Amazons got naked, oiled herself up, and rubbed
herself all over him while he was gagged and tied to a bench.
Of course the fucker got a major boner. Next she backed her
hairy pussy onto his nightstick, and squatted up and down on him
for the longest time, savagely working him with her wicked
vise-grip of a cunt. Then she switched to her asshole and
really put the grip on him. Years in the gym had made her ass
muscles tight enough to crush cans of beer. Drugging the sap
beforehand with amyl nitrate (to keep him nice and hard), she
was able to squeeze four violent and messy climaxes out of him
in just over an hour. The poor guy's heart finally gave out
from all the pleasure and pain, especially the pain. The Amazon
slut had put such a vise press on him with her ass that his cock
had literally gotten crushed. Even if hadn't died, he'd never
be able to hold an erection again.
His accomplice, a guidance counselor, had been stripped naked
and forced to watch this sexually criminal act while hog-tied to
a chair. He also had several layers of industrial plastic
tightly wrapped around his pelvis, completely smothering his
trapped cock. He had to endure the most brutal dick draining
he'd ever seen while completely unable to get an erection
himself because the wrapping was so tight. Finally, after his
friend bought the farm, two other Amazons finished the
accomplice off in the cruelest bluntest fashion imaginable.
One crushed his pelvis between her monstrous muscular thighs.
Her thighs were said to be as big as oak tree trunks. His
pelvic bones cracked like dry brittle twigs. The agony must
have been unbearable. The other Amazon allegedly sealed the
deal by crushing his head between her 23" biceps. It caved in
like an overripe cantaloupe. That was it for him.
Their mangled remains were later found inside a badly burned
vehicle at the bottom of a ravine. The official cause of death
was declared to be an automobile accident, but few really
believed it.
As mentioned previously, the Amazon guards at Rockwood were all
awesome physical specimens. Even the smallest had arms bigger
than most men's thighs. Their powerful backs were as broad as
doorways. Their tight narrow waists rippled with rows of
rock-hard ab muscle. Their asses were perfectly sculpted
mounds as hard as steel bearings. Their huge muscular thighs
made male athletes quake with fear and envy. Even their calves
bulged with impossible muscle. The Amazons were fearless
superwomen who were both intimidating and unassailable. No one
doubted that rumor even the slightest bit.
To begin the festivities, Coach Peters had arranged for a little
"fire alarm".
He'd bribed an entire visiting contingent of power-lifters and
muscle-heads to pose as firemen and police officers.
Ostensibly, their task would be to secure the campus and subdue
the Amazons. Coach Peters prayed to God that they would be
successful. Then with the Amazons out of the way, Coach and the
other male staff members would throw a nasty little "debutantes
ball" that none of the girls at Rockwood would soon forget.
Question was, would this bold plan actually succeed? And if
even it did, how would Coach Peters and his co-conspirators ever
be able to keep their jobs afterwards?
[Don't even dare to contemplate how furious the Amazons are
going to be! There will definitely be plenty of hell to pay!]
<to be possibly continued>
-head2fat-
head2fat@soon.com
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