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M+/F, NC, Rape, Size, Snuff, Football, Jacuzzi, 3

Note: I own this story. Rachael Ross, all rights reserved. All
characters are made up, all events manufactured to my liking, and all
locales imagined. Coincidences are just that. Coincidentally. ESPN2
does not know I wrote this, if they do not like my referring to them
in this story, too fucking bad. ESPN ruined one of the best nights I
was ever having.

This story is brought to you by the number 3 (I was just proofing and
got to paragraph 9 ...which is... three 3's ...oh my god! And now I just
noticed my first paragraph in the author's note...yikes)
.
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Good Sports I
Fiction by rache


West Abilene Tech was a small school. The running joke was "What
College do you go to?" ... "WAT." ... "I said which college do you go to?"

The office of the college president was small too, but well appointed.
His name was Ethan Moore and he came from a long line of Texan's
dating back to the Alamo and beyond. A tall wiry academic, with
glasses and thinning gray hair, Ethan didn't particularly look like
he'd do very well in a battle. But that's what he found himself in at
the moment.

Sitting on the other side of his big antique mahogany desk was a
rather attractive woman named Barbara Welch. She did not come from a
long line of Texas heritage. In fact, Barbara didn't even come from
Texas. She was from Connecticut, of all places, and had gone to
college at Vassar, wherever in tarnation that was. Ethan thought
Barbara had permanently clenched teeth; they just never seemed to open
with the rest of her mouth when she spoke.

She was 38 and the women's athletic director. She coached the swim
team at WAT and was very good at it. Barbara had been on two Olympic
teams, even winning a medal one year. She'd been on the relay team
that had set an NCAA record that still stood. Her team at WAT was
ranked nationally, and that was a big deal for anybody.

Barbara was also tall and lithe, with muscles that didn't look like
muscles, they just made a man want to reach out and...

Ethan looked out the window for a moment and closed his eyes.

As I was saying, Barbara was very attractive. She had rather short
black hair that suited her pretty face, hazel eyes, and firm breasts
that just seemed to defy gravity. She refused to wear a bra, but
mainly because she was very nearly always in her blue and gold
one-piece bathing suit. Her legs were long and tan and lean.

Speaking of which, leaning against the wall that very minute, was a
man who could appreciate all that in a woman, he really could. But he
wasn't in much of an appreciative mood. His name was William "Buck"
Riles, Coach Riles to everyone concerned, and he was the men's
athletic director and the AA college football team's coach. They were
the Tigers and at football games half the people said, "There's
Tigers!" and the other half said, "WAT Tigers?" and then everyone
cheered and said "Yeeeeah! WAT Tigers!"

Coach Riles was nearly 50 and had been teaching eager young Texas boys
how to play Texas football for nearly 3 decades. He was the 3rd
winningest coach in Texas collegiate history and had been to 3 bowl
games. He was short, 3 full inches shorter than Barbara, but barrel
chested and strong as a bull. He had sandy gray hair and a cowlick
that just wouldn't stay down. His skin was leathery and creased from
countless seasons in that hot Texas sun. He had a wife and 3 kids, all
girls unfortunately, but nothing was more important to him than good
hard played Texas football. And that included the WAT women's swim
team.

"I am being realistic, Ethan. If my girls are going to compete on a
national level, this is the bare..." Barbara stressed the word. "...bare
minimum that we need to do it."

"That's 13,000 dollars over your budget, Barbara." Ethan took off his
glasses and rubbed his nose.

"I've looked at the books, Ethan, you can get it." She looked at Coach
Riles briefly. "Out of the football program."

"Now hold on there a minute, missy!" Coach Riles straightened up. He'd
been expecting his as soon as he'd heard about the meeting. "This
here's Texas football. This ain't some mamby-pamby back east Yankee
charm school!"

"Mamby-pamby?" Barbara looked at the stout man. "Is that a football
term?"

"Don't you get smart mouthed with me." Coach Riles warned. "Football
brings a lot of money to this school. Hell, to this whole danged
community. Folks don't pay good money to see girls going swimming, we
got the pond for that." He looked at the college president. "You tell
her Ethan."

"Now Barbara," Ethan began. "The football program does make us some
money, it's a valuable resource that supports an awful lot of programs
that we otherwise couldn't fund. You know that."

"Oh, please. Ethan, you spent 35 thousand on a new stadium that hasn't
been filled once to capacity since it opened. You have a local radio
contract bringing in 5 grand a year, and some team promos that might
bring in another two. All your money comes from national and state
college education funds, boosters, and NCAA profit sharing. Don't tell
me football is big business around here, because it's running in the
red."

"Running in the red? What? You little..." Coach Riles almost said a bad
word, but he didn't. "Now you looky here, none of that matters a whit
cause its Texas football, you understand?"

Barbara nodded. "I understand fine. That's your entire argument: it's
Texas football. Well excuse me, but it's time for a reality check.
Texas football isn't the only game in town, coach. Didn't you hear the
news? We're national. West Abilene is on the map."

"What's she talking about, Ethan?" Coach Riles fished a cigar from his
pocket and clamped his teeth around it.

"ESPN2 is coming to town, they want to do a couple of our swim meets,
the big ones against Texas A&M and UTEP." Ethan looked kind of happy
about it too, which made Coach Riles decidedly unhappy.

"When's the last time you played a real football team, coach?" Barbara
rubbed it in. "My girls are favored over those schools. We're ranked
3rd in the nation behind UCLA and USC." Her voice softened a little.
"I'm just asking for a little, just what we need. You can afford it
coach, everybody knows about the Fun Budget."

Ethan turned around and sighed; sincerely wishing she hadn't said
that. Coach Riles stared at her. "That `Fun Budget' as you call it is
a valuable recruiting tool. There ain't nothing illegal about it, now
you know that Ethan." He jabbed his cigar at the college president who
couldn't see the gesture. "I got to get good players, good players
mean wins, wins mean bowls and bowls mean money, and that means..." He
shrugged like the answer was obvious. "...good players."

"Riiiight." Barbara nodded. "Okay. Anyway, what it means to me is that
the NCAA might be interested in that new truck your quarterback got
last summer, the uh...pep squad that came down from the Mustang Ranch in
Nevada to pep up the defense." She stared at Ethan's back. "That was 8
grand." She looked back at Coach Riles. "Your running back, Lopez,
goes home every month to Phoenix, roundtrip expenses paid. The wide
receivers got, what was it? Oh yeah, 2500 dollars apiece in clothing
expenses last year. I didn't know Armani made football jerseys, coach.
Do you want me to go on?"

===

"That goddam Yankee bitch!" Coach Riles slammed his fist into a locker
as he pushed through his locker room towards his office. Mike and Dale
looked at each other and shrugged. They were the team's star
quarterback and middle linebacker respectively and they were just
finishing a good workout.

"Coach is pissed again." Dale said.

"What else is new?" Mike looked at his thumb, he'd pulled the tendon
the other day, but it seemed to be healing okay. "Maybe I should see
what's going on."

Dale nodded and grabbed a towel, heading off to shower. Mike, being
the quarterback, was the team's leader on the field, and off it too.
He was a big and good-looking 22-year-old senior and was looking at
European Football, since he had serious doubts about getting drafted
by the NFL. He wrapped a towel around his waist and knocked on the
coach's open door.

"Coach Riles?" He ventured. The coach was sitting in his old swivel
chair, smoking a cigar and looking through an old playbook.

"Yeah?" Coach looked up. "What is it Mike? How's that thumb, boy?"

"It's good coach." Mike held it up and worked it a little for the
coach. "I just uh, heard you a few minutes ago, you sounded a little
upset. Everything okay, coach?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, hell, everything's fine." He looked at Mike and
an idea suddenly struck him. "Hey, what do you think about that swim
coach?"

"Miss Welch?" Mike shrugged. "I dunno, she's okay I guess." He was
looking at the coach's face trying to figure out what Riles was
looking for. "She's got a great bod."

Coach grinned. "Hell yeah, she got that boy!" She also got balls the
size of Texas watermelons, sticking it to him the way she had in front
of that little prick Ethan. Well, two could play that game...Texas
style! Coach Riles laughed to himself as his quarterback walked away
puzzled.

"Hey, Mike." 

The student turned around and looked at Coach Riles sticking his head
out the door. "Yeah coach?"

"How about we call a little team meeting this afternoon, round 4:30 or
so. Just the offensive line, you, and Lopez. I got a new play I want
to look over with you boys." He stared at his young quarterback until
the young man nodded.

"Sure coach."

"And let's just keep this under our hats, huh? Defense don't need to
know." He winked and went back in his office, closing the door.

===

"This here's Texas football, you girly girl!" 

Lisa Thomas laughed at Barbara as the older woman did a fair imitation
of Coach Riles. "I can't believe you did that!" Lisa was 20 and a
sophomore. She was awfully pretty, with sunny blonde hair and bright
blue eyes, a generous mouth and a tight little body that being on the
swim team had toned into something special. She had a gift for the
water.

Right then though, she wasn't in the water, she was laying on Barbara
Welch's bed, bare naked and basking in the afterglow of making love
with her coach, friend, and lover. She played with her hard brown
nipples absently and rubbed her thighs together, trying to tease
Barbara back into bed.

"Yeah, I can hardly believe it either, but I did it!" She smiled and
felt her own body still flushing. "I got us the money, now all we have
to do is win, girlfriend."

"That's not...all...we have to do, is it, Barb?" Lisa smiled impishly and
the older woman shook her head.

Barbara crawled across the bed into Lisa's waiting arms, kissing her
sweetly. Barbara had always been gay, but had always avoided getting
involved with a student at all costs, until she'd met Lisa. Somehow
love just had a way of making you forget about what you should be
doing. At that moment, feeling the girl's smooth warm body moving
beneath her, Barbara sighed and forgot about everything.

===

One of the perks of being the swim coach was unlimited access to the
pool. Lisa was taking a bath and then she'd fix a nice dinner for the
two of them, but Barbara liked to exercise, especially after making
love, it just felt so good. Since moving in together, unofficially of
course, it had become their habit to make love as soon as classes were
over. Then Barbara would go for a little jog, 2 miles to the pool
facilities, and then swim a few miles before jogging back to have
dinner. This day was no different, and she bent over the tub to kiss
Lisa quickly as the young woman splashed at her and told Barbara to
hurry back.

The hot Texas sun was low in the western sky and it felt good to be
outside. It had been a very, very good day all around. All she needed
was a swim and dinner and a night with Lisa and...Barbara sighed and
wondered how she'd gotten so lucky.

The pool at West Abilene was an indoor facility, with small windows
way up high and some folding bleachers along one wall. It was old, but
still in good shape. It just needed a bit of maintenance. Barbara
tried to imagine it packed with spectators and better yet, with ESPN's
cameras there to show the world how good her girl's really were.
Barbara walked through it and turned down a short little stairs, into
the girl's locker room to shower the sweat off and change into her
suit. She passed the small room where the Sauna and Jacuzzi entrances
were, noticing the lights were on and wondering why. The sauna and
Jacuzzi were a waste of money, in Barbara's opinion, but they'd been
installed before she'd arrived and the girl's liked them. But there
shouldn't have been anyone in there.

"Hello?" Barbara called out, pushing open the door to the sauna first.
It was cool inside; nobody had been using that all week. Barbara
frowned and turned around just as she heard a noise behind her.

A couple different pairs of big hands grabbed the woman, lifting her
off her feet so more hands could grab her flailing arms and legs. She
started screaming and her attackers carried her quickly into the
Jacuzzi room.

"Miguel, go lock the doors!" Someone said and Barbara felt a beefy
hand clamp down over her mouth, stifling her cries for help. She
looked around wide-eyed and recognized the men as members of the
football team. They were all huge too, the ones holding her, because
they were Mike's offensive line. The smallest was 6'3" and weighed 240
lbs, the largest 6'6" and 280lbs, all muscle too. Barbara was a strong
healthy woman, but her hopes for escape sank as she realized who was
holding her.

"Listen Coach." It was the quarterback, Mike something, talking to
her. Barbara tried to remember their names, but couldn't. She thought
she could reason with them, if she could only remember their names.
"Stop fighting and listen."

The young man's voice was reasonable and she let her body relax, but
the men holding her, now pinned to the hard tiled floor, were not
letting her go, they still held her tight.

"You be a good girl now, Coach. We heard about what you did today,
messing with our Fun Budget. We can't do anything about that." One of
the big football players looked at Mike and growled a little. It was
quite frightening to Barbara, but Mike just waved his hand at him.
"But you owe us, Coach. Big time, you understand? You wanna fuck with
our Fun Budget, so now we wanna fuck with you. Got it?"

The running back, Lopez was coming back, having just locked the
building down tight. Then he'd locked the locker room, and just now he
turned the lock on the Jacuzzi. That was a lot of locks between
Barbara and freedom, she realized. But deep down inside, Barbara Welch
was feeling real fear for the first time, and it was stealing her
reason.

"So you just give us a good time and we'll let you go, understand?"
Mike smiled as the beautiful woman nodded beneath his center's big
hand. Her eyes were wide with fear, he saw, and that was a good thing.
She wasn't stupid; she'd do as they wanted. She'd get a nice good long
gangbang and they'd send her on her way, maybe repeating the lesson
every once in awhile just to remind her she was still in Texas and
nobody messed with Texas football!

Who knows, Mike chuckled to himself, she might even enjoy it.

"Okay guys, lets do it." Mike grinned at his line and Larry, the
team's center pulled his hand away from Barbara's mouth. "We're all
gonna do you, so just relax and enjoy the ride, Coach."

Barbara didn't say anything, but her eyes grew damp with tears of
shame as the men started ripping off her clothes. Mike had thought of
giving her the chance to take them off herself, but he didn't want her
too relaxed. This was a punishment, a rape, not some Yankee orgy
designed to make the bitch feel good. No, he wanted her scared. It
would make her easier to control anyway, he thought.

"Goddam! Look at them titties!" One of the men said, pawing at her
like an animal and squeezing her firm flesh. Barbara bit her lip and
closed her eyes. She tried to cover herself, pulling up her legs, and
covering her breasts with her arms, but the boys just pulled her back
again. They weren't really holding her anymore, just playing with her.

"I'm gonna make her suck my dick!" Someone said.

"I want some of that ass, Lordy!" Another person said.

"We all gonna fuck her all night long, ain't that right Mike?" Someone
else said.

Barbara was suddenly terrified as the quarterback responded. "Long as
it takes, Roy. We fuck this bitch as long as it takes." She bolted
with the sudden knowledge they weren't just going to rape her vagina,
they were going to rape her everyway they could, as many times as they
could. She started screaming again and kicked out blindly, catching
Mike squarely in the balls. He groaned and dropped to his knees, his
face going white.

The other guys grabbed Barbara and got her quickly under control,
laughing and joking while they did it, but as soon as they saw their
quarterback, the man they were supposed to protect, their good natured
annoyance turned to anger.

"Fucking...bitch!" Mike groaned.

Roy slapped Barbara's face hard, so hard her teeth rattled and a
little blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. "You stupid whore!"
Roy grabbed her and flipped the dazed coach easily over the edge of
the Jacuzzi so her head and shoulders went into the bubbling swirling
water. Barbara shook her head as Roy began slapping her bare ass hard
with his huge hand. She screamed into the water and felt panic seize
her heart. She closed her mouth as it filled with the warm bubbling
water, tasting faintly stale despite the chlorine.

Mike sat on the floor, starting to feel a little better. He'd been
knocked in the balls before, of course, but damn that woman had some
strong legs and had caught him unprepared. Lopez was next to him and
together they watched Roy spank that sweet bare ass until it was
burning red. The rest of the offensive line was cheering him on,
laughing and joking about it.

Barbara struggled uselessly against the big fist wrapped around her
neck, pushing her into the water. She tried pushing against the bottom
of the Jacuzzi with her hands, but it was no use. She tried kicking
with her feet too, but a couple guys just grabbed them, holding her
tight. She felt her ass being burned raw by the constant and painful
spanking she was getting. It terrible and humiliating. She felt her
lungs burning as well and fought to hold her breath.

Roy finally pulled the woman's head out of the water and the guys
laughed as Barbara gasped and coughed, sputtering with a sudden sob.
"Let's just do her like this!" Someone said and that was all it took.
Mike was feeling better and watching that cute ass getting tanned had
given him a terrific hard-on.

"Me first!" He claimed, rising and dropping his pants. "Kick me in the
balls, bitch? Fuck you!" Mike moved behind her as Roy made room, never
letting go of Barbara's neck. The big football player kept her bent
over the tub and Barbara screamed as she felt Mike rubbing his
cockhead around, looking for the entrance to her womb.

"Shut her up, Roy!" Lopez called out, laughing and stripping off his
own clothes. He was going second, before those big linemen really
stretched coach Welch too far for him to feel it.

Roy pushed Barbara's head under the water again and she clawed at his
beefy forearm and wrist with her hands, scratching him deeply, but to
no avail. She thrashed wildly when Mike finally caught her vaginal
opening with his prick and shoved inside the woman hard, burying
himself completely with one thrust. He grabbed her hips, grinning at
his teammates as he fucked the woman mercilessly.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He laughed. "She is so fucking tight!" He had no way
of knowing Barbara had never been with a man before. Not even once in
her life. She'd never wanted or needed to feel a penis inside her body
and now, this first time, Barbara's mind screamed out against it. She
pounded her fists against the hard plastic of the Jacuzzi, unable to
vent her pain and loathing. Rape! Her mind screamed, over and over
again. They're raping me!

The man holding her down lifted Barbara back up after nearly a minute,
giving her a few seconds of precious air before he pushed her down
again. "Hey, I'm going next you guys! Whoever holds the bitch goes
next, new rule!" Roy grinned, proud that he'd thought of it.

"After me!" Lopez called out, stroking his large Hispanic cock. "You
block for me, remember?"

Roy nodded a little reluctantly. "I'm third!" He amended his new rule
and then laughed. "You fumble though and I'm going for the end zone,
Lopez." Everyone laughed at that because Lopez had dropped a few over
the season and it was a sore spot for him.

"Here it comes, coach!" Mike yelled as he felt his cock starting to
erupt in the depths of Barbara Welch's violated pussy. Roy pulled her
head out so she could cough while she felt a man's hot seed inside her
womb for the first time in her life.

"No more, Pleee..." Her begging was cut off as Roy pushed Barbara back
down. Mike pulled out and walked away chuckling and stretching a
little. Miguel took his place, finding her stretched slit easily,
dripping with his quarterback's fresh sperm, and he pushed inside.

"Jesus Cristo!" He looked over his shoulder at Mike. "This little puta
is tight, bro! I thought you had a dick!"

"Fuck you!" Mike laughed, but felt a little self-conscious since he
did have the smallest penis on the team.

For Barbara, who had thought Mike's penis was huge, Lopez felt like he
was tearing her in two. Even with the added lubrication of the warm
water and Mike's hot sperm, her muscles had just never experienced it.
Barbara had never been into toys, thank you very much, just tongues
and fingers, and now she was paying for it! She opened her mouth and
yelled into the water, making her own bubbles to mix with the soft
jets of the tub.

It took about 10 minutes before Lopez was finished, shooting his spunk
even deeper than Mike had. Roy had been careful about yanking
Barbara's head out of the water every minute or so, sometimes a little
longer, but not too bad. He turned the job over to Steve, and shucked
off his pants quickly to expose a massive club of a prick.

"Blue 32! Blue 32! Hike...Hike...Hike!" Mike yelled at his center,
everyone laughing, and on the third `hike!' Roy slammed his cock into
the lovely swim coach's pussy as hard as he could. Not too many of the
girls he'd gone out with had even tried to take all of him, even the
whores from Nevada the coach had flown down, but this one would. Roy
had no doubts about Barbara Welch as she struggled beneath him. He
gave a loud grunt of approval as he felt the thick blunt head of his
cock bottom out against Barbara's cervix, but there was still an inch
or two to go. He just needed to try again!

Barbara felt an intense shock of pain deep in her belly when Roy
entered her. The thin soft tissue of her vagina was caught between her
own protesting muscles and the awful insistence of Roy's oversized
member. She felt as if he'd stuck a knife in her womb and twisted it
and then suddenly, it was a thousand times worse as he plowed
mercilessly against her cervix. She took a breath in painful surprise,
unable to stop herself from doing so. Her whole body was jerking
violently, and the boys actually had to fight to hold her legs, while
Steve just leaned down harder on her neck and shoulders.

Water flooded Barbara's lungs and the pain in her sex became acute,
the worst she'd ever had. Worse than any menstrual cramp, worse than
anything she'd experienced or even dreamt possible. She was unaware of
Roy's movements, of how he pulled his great cock back and rammed
himself in so hard he'd thought he'd broken his penis in two and
pulled it out to look at it. He was quite relieved to see it was fine
and he looked around a little sheepishly before slamming it home a
third time, striving for that extra 2 inches of room that wasn't
there.

It wasn't there until the eighth or ninth inhuman stroke, when his
cockhead finally battered it's way as deeply as possible, bruising and
tearing the soft flesh around it. Barbara coughed and retched beneath
the water as her lungs rebelled against the watery breath of a moment
before. But every cough made her suck again and more water flooded her
lungs. Her body's reaction to the situation was making it worse,
drowning her and even as she fought it valiantly, Barbara knew she was
going to lose.

The coaches body jerked wildly, and then went limp for a moment, then
spasmed again comically and then finally there was nothing. The guys
laughed and Roy slapped Barbara's ass hard. "Shake it for me, bitch!
Come on coach!" And he laughed hard as he stroked his cock happily in
and out, not noticing the blood that covered his shaft until Larry
pointed it out.

"I think she was a virgin." Larry said. Then he bust into a huge grin
and laughed. Roy just looked around proudly as he fucked her even
harder.

Beneath the water, Barbara's eyes were open, staring sightlessly into
the murky water created by the warm jets around her. Her mouth was
open and tongue lolled between her teeth. Her last thought, as panic
and fear and pain had finally and mercifully passed, had been that she
would miss Lisa very much.

"Hey, Steve, you better give the bitch some air, man!" Roy was getting
ready to cum any second and he wanted to see Coach Welch's beautiful
face when he filled her tight little cunt with his sperm. He'd been
saving it up for awhile and this was gonna be a special load!

Steve pulled Barbara's head out of the water, expecting her usual
coughing and sputtering and hopefully a little begging, so he could
dunk the stupid bitch again right away. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" Roy shouted as
he sprayed his cum deep against the ruins of Barbara's cervix. "Holy
fuck! Take that, Coach!" He was laughing and still cumming when he
realized everyone else was quiet and staring at the woman, even though
Steve had dropped Barbara's head back in the Jacuzzi.

"Is she..." Roy looked at Steve as his cock jerked weakly, finishing his
orgasm into the dead woman.

"She's dead!" Steve said. "She's fucking dead!"

"You did it!" Someone said, pointing at Steve.

"No I didn't!" He pointed at Roy's bloodstained prick. "He did it!"

And then everyone was yelling, looking around with wide desperate
eyes. They all felt the same thing, a great deep sense of being
totally and irrevocably fucked for life. They'd raped and killed a
woman. A white woman. In Texas. Roy, Steve, and Larry were black.
Miguel was Mexican. They really looked frightened as they stared at
each other and shook their heads.

"What are we gonna do? Holy shit! What are we gonna do?" They all said
the same thing and they all looked at Mike, naturally, since he was
the quarterback.

"First thing. We finish it." He looked around and nobody else quite
knew what he meant. "You're up Steve. Fuck her." Mike insisted.

"Uh, Mike...She's dead." Steve looked around and the guys nodded.

"We're in this together, right? We're a team right?" Mike looked
around. "You sorry fucks! This is the biggest game of your lives and
you're losing. You wanna be winners? Or go out losing? We play the
game hard. We play 60 minutes of Texas football and we kick ass! We
win as a team!"

"A team, yeah!...uh-huh, that's right!...Fuckin-A...Texas football!" All the
guys were talking, getting themselves pumped up.

"Now get in there and kick some ass, Steve!" Mike pushed Steve closer
to Barbara's body as it hung over the wide edge of the Jacuzzi, her
pussy leaking blood and cum after Roy's huge cock had destroyed it.

Steve grinned at Mike and looked around, the guys were nodding and
getting excited again. They were a team and that meant everyone had to
do it. Even if the bitch was dead, it had to be done, because that was
the rules for the game they were playing. Steve's hard cock slid
easily into the dead woman's cunt and he grabbed her hips hard,
digging his big dick inside over and over while his teammates cheered
him on.

After him, another of the boys went, and then another. Until every
single one of the boys had done Barbara at least once. Mike, Roy, and
Steve all did her a second time, and Miguel and Larry had done her in
the ass. Then they did her again, just because they realized they'd
never get to it again, and even dead Barbara Welch was pretty hot. She
was a lot better at sex than most of their girlfriends, at least about
taking it in her butt.

After awhile they even forgot about her being dead, yelling at Barbara
to take more and slapping her ass while they fucked her. They didn't
bother with moving her either; the position was perfect. All they
needed was her sweet holes and no backtalk, the perfect woman. Yes
indeed, Miss Welch was thoroughly sodomized over the next several
hours until all of the young men were spent and well satisfied. It had
been a good game and they high-fived each other enthusiastically.

Afterwards they took Barbara into the showers and washed her
carefully, paying particular attention to her pussy and ass, both of
which were stretched and gaping. Her bowels were totally loose of
course and as they washed Barbara, some feces floated out with all the
sperm that had been deposited in her once virgin ass. A couple of the
boys complained, but not much, this was Texas after all. Once she was
cleaned they dressed her in her swimming suit and dumped her body in
the swimming pool, face down. They collected the clothes they'd ripped
from her body and tried to wipe anything they might have touched,
which proved fruitless because they'd probably touched everything. But
at least they got the Jacuzzi area and the doors.

"Alright, huddle up!" Mike said and Lopez and his linemen gathered
around in a little circle. "Now we all fucked her." Everyone nodded at
Mike who was kneeling. "And we all killed her." They looked at each
other, but nodded again. "So nobody talks about this, got it? Ever. To
anyone." Mike slapped Larry, his center. "You make sure they
understand." Larry rubbed his cheek and nodded. "Anybody asks, we were
in the gym, all of us together, pumping iron. Coach will say he saw
us, you got it? Tigers on three...1...2...3!"

"Tigers!" They all yelled together.

Mike dumped Barbara's clothes in a trashcan behind the McDonald's when
he stopped to get a Happy Meal. He didn't feel real hungry, but he
figured he'd better buy something, or it would look suspicious. The
girl working the drive through was a freshman he'd seen around the
college, and she smiled at him and finally asked for his autograph
while he waited for his fries. She gave him her phone number with a
very pretty blush.

===

the end
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