2 comments/ 236823 views/ 49 favorites Left Behind Ch. 1 By: Stardog Champion In a world where you grew up the only child to obscenely rich parents, avoiding the trap of becoming a pompous, bitchy, spoiled brat would be extremely difficult. When that child fully embraces the power of manipulation that comes with that upbringing, the opportunity to get any and everything one could want is basically there for the taking. That was the charmed life that 18 year old high school senior Jessica Jennings had enjoyed ever since she could remember. Born to an upper class, old money family, Jessica had the daily double dreamed of by most girls in America. She had an unlimited access to money and on top of that, she was also extremely cute and curvaceous. A sassy, innocent looking natural blonde with long straight hair and a trim athletic figure that was compacted snugly into a 5 foot 8 inch frame, Jessica's tanned skin and bright, albeit sometimes phony smile filled the dreams of the boys she attended private school with as well as most any man she encountered during her daily routine around the Cleveland suburbs. Jessica's latest adventure in getting whatever she wanted from her Mom and Dad was breast enhancement surgery during the summer vacation between her junior and senior years of school. Although God had endowed Jessica with enough cleavage to make it through life without ever having to work a day, she had become a victim to the same pitfalls of peer pressure that all teenagers are subject to. Three of her fellow students at The Mercy Academy had gotten boob jobs the year before and now all three had easily passed Jessica in cup size. With money being no object, when Jessica started her senior year her B-cup and suddenly increased to a D-cup overnight. * * * * * Mercy Catholic Prep was one of the most affluent and academically respected high schools in all of the Midwest. Along with the educational laurels it had garnered, the financial pull of Mercy's alumni and its wealthy student pool enabled the school to afford the extravagant facilities and coaching needed to make the athletic department a juggernaut in the Eastern Ohio amateur sports scene. The football, lacrosse, golf and swimming teams all had won state titles in recent years. Mercy Prep's cheerleading program was also nationally respected. Being a senior and in her fourth year of cheering for the squad, Jessica Jennings loved the attention she received on the sidelines in the Fall with the football team and during the spring semester with the boys basketball team. * * * * * There had long been dissention in the hierarchy of Mercy Prep's athletic department as to whether a quality prep school such as itself should play some of the top notch public high schools occasionally, especially in basketball. Mercy's decision makers knew they could dominate the public schools in most sports but basketball was another story. No one batted an eye when Mercy would be highly ranked in the golf or lacrosse rankings but when the basketball polls came out every year, critics of Mercy Prep would always point to the fact that they never played any 'real' competition. Tiring of the constant negative press and looking to silence their critics, Mercy finally agreed to play and home and home series against one of the top notch public high school teams. Mercy worked out an agreement with one of the inner city schools, Franklin High to play at Franklin in mid January and then at Mercy in February. Franklin High was situated in one of Cleveland's poorest neighborhoods and there was much angst among the Mercy Prep parents and decision makers about whether it was a good idea to send a full compliment of cheerleaders and band members to the first game at Franklin. Fearing it would appear that Mercy was 'scared', the public relations people in the school's hierarchy felt it necessary to send a full entourage to show a spirit of cooperation, thus the full cheerleading squad was allowed to accompany the team to the game. * * * * * The whole week leading up to the game, Jessica was brought to the verge of sickness having to listen to her Mother harp on the school's decision to force the cheerleaders to be exposed to the kind of atmosphere they would be see inside Franklin High. Jessica knew that under no circumstances could she expect her Mom to accompany her to the game downtown, even though her Mom had hardly ever missed an opportunity to show up when they were cheering at a game against another one of their prep school rivals. There would be no one in the Franklin High stands that Ms. Jennings could brag to about how successful Jessica was. That, as well as the fact that Jessica's parents were also racist as Hell. * * * * * Jessica had continuously brushed off her Mom and Dad's concerns about the trip but as the chartered bus carrying the Mercy Prep players, coaches, trainers and cheerleaders inched its way through the dilapidated Franklin school district and finally into the Franklin High lot, Jessica began feeling the not so subtle effects of her 18 years of being raised inside of a racist household. The butterflies fluttering in her belly felt as if they were bumper cars as she saw the assembled crowd flocking towards the Franklin gymnasium. Being in that neighborhood for the first time in her life, Jessica nervously studied her watch, trying to determine just how long they would be trapped there. Outwardly, she tried her best to smile but Jessica couldn't help but feel like her and her group stuck out like sore white thumbs on a black hand. Piling one by one off the bus, the entourage from Mercy felt strangely like the brave black students of the 60's felt when integration was forced onto American school districts. Disappearing briskly inside the school, the Mercy Prep cheerleaders found the room that would serve as their dressing room and changed for the game. Stripping out of their sweats and hurriedly slipping into their uniforms, Jessica and her cheering mates lined up in the room, checking each other over to make sure the uniforms were on straight and that their make up and hair looked good. Before they knew it, the girls were filling one by one out of the room and slowly weaving through the dense crowd down the smelly, sweat soaked hallway that led to the gym. Surrounded by so many of what Jessica perceived to be foulmouthed and catcalling black kids, Jessica privately admitted to herself that her Mother's concerns were probably warranted. Chewing the stale wad of gum in her mouth like a nervous piston, Jessica dutifully kept her face pointed forward towards the shining lights inside the rowdy and racous gym. It was then Jessica realized this was the first time in her life she had been in a place where there were more black faces than white...in this case the discrepancy was about 50 to 1. As she walked across the threshold separating the hallway to the gym and suddenly being inside the actual arena, Jessica did feel a definite jolt of excitement to her psyche when she felt the vibrations of sound and the bathing of light that the carnival like atmosphere provided. Slowly, the instinct that all athletes have when they approach game time hit. Surrounded by her teammates and coaches, Jessica watched as the Mercy Prep Basketball team finished their warm-ups. The butterflies she was feeling now were focused on the game itself. The best way to block out her discomfort with the location ,she reasoned, was to concentrate fully on the game itself. Still, Jessica couldn't ignore how awkward she felt out there on the floor in her tight and revealing red and blue outfit. As her tanned legs carried her forward, dodging the various people milling around the court, she tried her best to block out the whistles and catcalls from the crowd, knowing full well they were aimed at her and her fellow cheerleaders. It was almost worse than being naked, Jessica imagined, because it seemed that the girls had especially dressed up in such revealing outfits, just for the approval of the leering young male audience. * * * * * After the introductions and the opening tip, once the game was underway, Jessica and her cohorts were able to settle into the familiar routine of watching the game, doing their cheers and watching the clock, anxiously counting down the seconds until the game was over and they could get out of there. More than anything else, Jessica longed to get home so she could take a long hot shower to wash the sweat as well as the feeling that all the leering male glares had seemed to leave embroidered on her flesh. As the first half gave way to the second and the closeness of the game dictated that she pay more attention, Jessica almost was able to completely block out all the peripheral distractions. Even the heavy bouncing of her new, augmented breasts dancing inside her size too small sweater top mildly slipped her mind as the time wound down. Looking up at the scoreboard to see that there was only 4 minutes left, Jessica could literally visualize the light at the end of the tunnel of her long stressful night. With Mercy holding a 63 - 60 lead with under 4 minutes to go, Jessica's insides started to fizz now believing her team actually had a chance to pull the upset. With every basket or defensive stop Mercy would make, Jessica and her cohorts would jump high into the air and holler loudly for their team. On the flip side, each of the girls would cringe when a Franklin player would make a play to keep the game close. With the game so tight, for the first time all evening Jessica could sense the crowd was not focusing directly on her. With that annoying weight lifted off her shoulders, Jessica and the other cheerleaders felt invigorated in their attempts to cheer Mercy Prep on to victory. * * * * * Leading by 1, 69-68, with less than 30 seconds left, all Mercy had to do was to hold the ball and wait for Franklin to come out and foul them so they could go to the line. The small group that had accompanied Mercy clenched their fingernails to their mouth as victory was within reach. As the seconds melted away, Mercy patiently passed the ball around, trying to work off as much of the clock before a Franklin guy could foul them. Suddenly, the ball ended up in the hands of the only freshman on the team, Ryan Dumas. When three Franklin players desperately rushed towards Dumas, the rookie panicked severely and had a brain lock. As he tossed the ball away, a loud roar went up from the crowd when they saw it land out of bounds and the referee point in Franklin's direction. Franklin had 8 seconds to get the ball up court to try to win the game. The entire gymnasium buzzed with anticipation as Jessica and her fellow cheerleaders stood nervously courtside waiting for the final verdict. With all 2000 sets of eyes inside the gym focused on Franklin point guard Alvis Haynes dribbling the ball up the court, there seemed to be a vapor lock inside the arena as the final seconds ticked down. As Haynes cut across the half-court strip and angled towards the top of the key, the wiry 6 foot 2 high school kid picked up his dribble and raised his right hand towards the hoop. With two Mercy players' hands in his face, Haynes fired an off-balance jumper up and it spun towards the basket as the clock hit zero. Jessica closed her eyes instinctively as the ball neared the basket. In her self imposed darkness she waited for what seemed to be an eternity as her knees shook. The silence in the gym was almost deafening to Jessica's ears until finally, the verdict was in. The loudest roar of "OHHHHH... NNNOOOOOOO," she had ever heard crashed through the silence. Opening her baby blue eyes, Jessica could see all the members of the Mercy Prep boys basketball team jumping around center court as if they had just won the NBA title. Without realizing it, Jessica had uncontrollably began jumping up and down also as the shrill yells of "There was a foul" or "That's bullshit" rained down from the crowd above. As Jessica and her fellow cheerleaders strutted and skipped their way over to where the Mercy boys were celebrating at center court, she accidentally bumped and grazed several of the dejected and exhausted Franklin high players who stood stunned on the floor. The look of disgust on their sweaty faces wasn't helped any either with all the bouncing perkiness of the girls' enthusiasm as they rushed past them, hurrying to join in the celebration. Jessica was screaming so loudly, she thought she heard one of the Franklin kids yell out, "Shut up Bitch!" at her as she rushed by, but in her haste she completely ignored the verbal assault coming from the sore losers. * * * * * Sensing the atmosphere was growing more volatile by the moment, the Mercy Cheerleading coach along with all the other adults present forced the group off the floor and hurried them to get changed and get on the bus to leave. "We're leaving in five," Jessica could hear her coach yell out as she frantically tried pulling her sweats over her saturated uniform. Pulling her sweatshirt over her large heaving bosom, Jessica smiled broadly realizing she was going to be first to be dressed and to get on the bus. As the other girls finished up and hustled out of the make shift locker room, out into the cold night air where the chartered bus was waiting, suddenly Jessica remembered something very important. She had in her haste, forgot and left her backpack in the room they had changed in. Hurriedly drifting away unnoticed from her group, too embarrassed to tell anyone she had made a brain fart, Jessica bravely fought through the crowd that was growing more restless with every white face they saw. As she weaved through the maze of arms and legs, Jessica finally arrived back at the makeshift locker room, ducked in and sure enough, her backpack was where she had left it. * * * * * Meanwhile, back on the bus all the players, trainers and coaches had been accounted for and the bus's engine was running. As the cheerleading coach began her mandatory roll call, her voice was drowned out by the blaring whine of the police sirens that had been called to try and quell the potential disturbances following the game. Sensing the situation was growing worse, the bus driver on his own took the moment of opportunity and closed the bus's doors, then hit the gas, in the process leaving Jessica Jennings behind, over 10 miles from home in the middle of several hundred emotionally charged and upset Franklin High school students and fans. * * * * * As Jessica fought her way back out to the parking lot where she thought the bus was still waiting, she stood there looking around, the reality of the situation still out of her grasp. There were two yellow Franklin district buses sitting off to the side but as she craned her head around, there wasn't any sight of the full sized charter that had brought the team to the game. It was then that the deep, awkward uneasiness began to chew at her mind. "Uh...ohhh," Jessica sighed sheepishly as she paced along the graffiti covered sidewalk. Continuing to search around for the bus, all Jessica ended up seeing and feeling was the assembled crowd seeming to close in around her. Feeling the first inkling of tears welling up in her eyes, Jessica frantically searched for her lifeline to safety , the Mercy Prep charter bus, but it was no where in sight. Even though she was surrounded by hundreds of people, Jessica felt strangely as if she was somehow trapped on a desert island without anyone there to help her. Being the only white face in a sea of black, stranded in the chilly Cleveland night, the only option Jessica could think of to find her way to safety was to get back inside the school, find a payphone and call for help. She thought momentarily of calling her parents but considering her present surroundings, Jessica decided against it. As she made her way down the hallway to where she had earlier saw a payphone, Jessica honestly didn't know who she was going to call * * * * * "Move Bitch", "Are you lost", "Cracker". Every imaginable wise crack and insult was spat at from the onlookers around her as Jessica's head swirled and pounded with anxiety. Jessica could never remember a time where she had felt so helpless, whenever she needed help there had seemingly always been someone there to save her. As she nervously looked around the hazy hallway, there was no one there this time to help. When her eyes finally found the payphone, Jessica felt a momentary sense of relief and euphoria wash over her. Reaching into her pants to fish out the change to use to make the call, suddenly all of her hope faded. As she swirled her hands around her sweatsuit pockets, all she could come up with was her lip gloss, two pennies and 2 sticks of juicy fruit gum. "Wrong side of the tracks Bitch", "Looking for one of these", "Bet she would look good on her knees!" More insults and insinuations rained down on Jessica as she tried to keep herself from crying at the payphone. Only this time the words were not coming from the passerby's. Looking tentatively up with her reddened eyes, Jessica could see several tall and muscular black boys standing in front of an opened door down the hall near the entrance to the gymnasium. Through her tearsoaked eyes, Jessica recognized several of them as players from Franklin's team. With her brain nearly on overload, Jessica stood at the payphone frozen as the group of black high school boys leered at her from outside their locker room. Embarrassed, Jessica returned her gaze to the floor. In all of her life, Jessica had craved and sought out the attention of men, for the first time in her life, she simply wanted to just disappear. * * * * * In a classic case of good cop/bad cop, one of the members of the Franklin High basketball team burst out from the assembled group of hecklers and weaved his way through the mingling crowd towards the only white face in sight. "Something tells me you ain't having a good night young lady," the deep but velvety voice inquired. Jessica turned instantly, blushing from fear, not knowing how to respond. Watching as the 6 foot 4 inch teenager eased up to her, Jessica hesitantly made an internal pact to trust the only person that had shown enough kindness to come up to her and help. Cautiously raising her blue eyed gaze up to meet his dark pupils, Jessica finally responded, "I'm trying to use the phone...I...I...I'm with...from Mercy Prep...I kinda sorta got left behind..." "Shit," the tall black kid said incredulously, with a healthy dose of compassion. "I don't seem to have any change on me," Jessica continued somberly. "Wouldn't have mattered anyway..." the player started, stopping in attempt to fish out a name for the cowering young girl. "...Jees...Jess...Jessica," The blonde debutante finally admitted after a long pause of trepidation. "Hi Jessica...I'm Darrell...Darrell Sweeney...You'll played a great game tonight!" The towering black kid answered with a hint of sly shyness. "Don't worry about a phone ...that one gets busted up every now and then when kids try to rob it...it hasn't worked all year...they even steal the out of order sign. Coach Evans has a phone though in his office...I'm sure he wouldn't hold a grudge against one of the Mercy cheerleaders...he'll let you use his," Darrell continued, smiling as he elicited Jessica's trust. The helpless blonde teenager was so thankful that this smiling black guy had just offered her the biggest break of the night, Jessica instantly started walking towards him to follow him towards the coach's office. As she followed about 5 feet behind Darrell, it suddenly hit Jessica that he was leading her right into the boys locker room, literally into the teeth of every one of her insecure nightmares that she had developed due to her subtle racist upbringing. Left Behind Ch. 1 Jessica felt her feet turn to stone underneath her as she neared the dressing room door. Internally, a voice was screaming not to go in, but the rational and desperate parts of her psyche told her not to be stupid, that's where the coach's office would be and really, what other choice did she have. If she didn't call anyone for help, the only other thing she could do was walk the 10 miles home through some of Cleveland's most interesting neighborhoods. As if she was walking through some meaningful but invisible threshold, into uncharted waters, Jessica forcefully held her breath and her stomach knotted as she slipped inside. The 10 or so young men that remained inside the locker room all turned instantly as the unreal sight of a pretty, preppy blonde girl walked into their den, each of them sensing her anxiety and discomfort when she jumped up on the toes of her designer tennis shoes when the locker room door closed shut behind her. Jessica Jennings had always been raised to be proud of who she was and she wore that confidence like an annoying badge no matter what room she walked into. This however was a situation unlike anything else she had ever encountered. With her gaze locked on the cement floor below, Jessica focused on her new Nike tennis shoes as they grazed to solid floor, her whole body vibrating with uneasiness. "...over here...the phone's over here," Darrell said sweetly. Instinctively, Jessica looked up to see where Darrell was pointing and in doing so saw that about 10 of the players, now fully dressed, were still inside the locker room brooding over the loss. With a great deal of difficulty, Jessica pressed forward, pitter-patting her feet anxiously towards the small cubicle where Franklin's coach did his paperwork. Darrell had already disappeared into the darkened room but as Jessica got within a step of the door, the luminescent light suddenly flickered on. "Come on in," Jessica could hear Darrell tell her invitingly. Looking around pensively, trying not to lock her eyes with the 10 or so players left in the locker room, Jessica couldn't find any adult supervision anywhere in sight. Disappearing inside the small cluttered office, the feeling of awkwardness only intensified as she found herself side by side in the same cramped room with a hulking black basketball player. "There's the phone," Darrell pointed to the desk for the lovely but weak-kneed blonde debutante. "Just dial 9 to get an outside line." What Jessica hadn't seen in her preoccupation of noticing the other young men in the room while Darrell was alone in the office briefly, was that he had skillfully reached around the coach's desk and pulled the adapter that connected the phone line to the jack out. As Jessica hesitantly walked towards Coach Evans's paper strewn desk and reached out to pick up the receiver, Darrell turned towards the group of his friends looking on from the other side of the glass and cast them a wry, confident smile. "There's no dial tone," Jessica said in a slightly breaking voice. "What do ya mean, " Darrell sighed with surprise. "Let me check." As Darrell sprang over to Coach Evans's desk to look behind it and see what was wrong, Jessica nervously rung her hands together as her gaze drifted back out to the main dressing area where the rest of the team waited on the other side of the glass. To pass the dragging moments waiting for Darrell to fix the phone, Jessica let her eyes scan the locker room. The members of the Franklin team that remained mulled around talking, seemingly all dejected after such a tough loss. All the team members were dressed thankfully in their hip hop gear as they slowly packed their bags for their trips home. Jessica would have died if any of the guys were still half dressed. "The plug's got pulled out somehow...coach gets a little animated sometimes...he must've kicked it out the other day after practice...looks like the adapter is bent a little...should only take a minute..." Darrell said confidently as she played with the plug behind the desk. That 'minute" seemed to stretch into a lifetime as Jessica waited behind the glass. The irony and symbolism of being behind that glass was lost on Jessica until quite a few days after the events of that night passed. Being watched by the 10 or so Franklin players, it was almost as if she was on display for them behind the glass as they looked on, prevented from being able to touch her, much the same way she had created an invisible aura around her during her 18 years of life that prevented those she didn't want to get close to her from actually doing so. Jessica could clearly sense they were all watching her with clear intent and curiosity but each time she locked eyes with one of them through the glass, she would instantly drop her gaze to the floor or dart it away to the side. Looking down at Darrell at her feet once again, Jessica feeling of antsiness continued to grow. To make matters worse, as Jessica's eyes wandered back out into the murky expanse of Franklin's dressing room, suddenly the hulking frame of one of the rival teams players emerged from the shower stalls in the rear of the locker room. The 6 foot 8 inch baldheaded center of the team, Malcolm, casually walked up the concrete hallway to the main dressing area covered in nothing but a loose fitting white towel wrapped around his waist. Not having a clue that there were any strangers inside the locker room, much less a cheerleader from a rival school, Malcolm didn't understand what the joyous chattering laughter coming from his teammates was all about. "What's up?" Malcolm asked gruffly, nearing his locker. The other players just laughed without saying anything to him. All the players simply turned their heads towards Coach Evans's enclosed office and then back at Malcolm standing there in his towel. When Malcolm's eyes followed the direction that his friends were looking, instantly he saw why they were giggling at him. Seeing Jessica standing there wide eyed, her cheeks reddened as if she was standing inside a sauna, Malcolm had to blink his own eyes a few times to make sure what he was seeing was real. Muttering "God damn," over and over, Malcolm starred at Jessica as a tent pole slowly pushed up against the heavy wet fabric of his towel. Darrell looked up from the floor and could see from Jessica's facial expression that she was looking at something she hadn't expected to see. Darrell knew that Malcolm was always the last player to get around to taking a shower, sometimes an hour after a game and Darrell guessed that was the reason for Jessica's reddened cheeks. Perhaps she had caught a glimpse of the wet, 6 foot 8 inch behemoth as he sauntered his way back to the dressing area. Darrell also noticed that Jessica hadn't pulled her eyes away either. Continuing to fumble with the phone cord, Darrell's eyes drifted lower until they reached Jessica's knees and he could clearly see the subtle way the young cheerleader's legs seemed to shake. "CAN'T YOU FIX IT!?" Jessica screamed desperately at Darrell, her eyes still fixed forward. "Yep, I think I just about got it right," Darrell replied, still stalling for time. Just then, both Jessica and Darrell looked up with surprise when the office door burst open and in walked the gigantic frame of Franklin High's 6 foot 8 center, still dressed in nothing but the white towel around his waist, as he strutted into the office. Acting as if he was full of feigned shock, Malcolm's eyes opened wide when he laid his sights on the frustrated and stranded white girl standing less than three feet in front of him. "Who are you?" he asked the girl who was easily a foot shorter and well over a hundred pounds lighter than him. Jessica couldn't help but look up at the towering black god. It was as if he was a one man eclipse when he walked into the cramped office, blocking out the fluorescent lights above as he took a few small steps towards her. Jessica raised her left hand instinctively to her brow in a weak attempt to cover her eyes as she nervously stepped backwards until her firm asscheeks bumped up against Coach Evans's desk. Malcolm smiled broadly as he watched the embarrassed Jessica try to cover her face with one hand and her heaving, sweatshirt clad chest with the other. Standing in place, as if ready to pounce, Malcolm looked down at Darrell behind the coach's desk then out to his fellow teammates, casting everyone a knowing glance. He then lowered his meaty fingers into the damp cloth wrapped around his waist and jiggled free the already loosened knot. Taking a deep breath as his eyes burned a hole in the cowering young woman before him, without a word Malcolm let his drenched towel fall gently to the floor. Darrell immediately looked up into Jessica's eyes when he saw Malcolm disrobe. Standing no more than 3 feet away from Malcolm, the stranded young blonde did her best to keep her eyes covered. Casting a quick glance over to Malcolm, Darrell could see his teammate's thick, jutting erection continue to expand as if it was reaching out to the white girl in front of it. Glancing back at Jessica, Darrell was pleased to see the young girl separate the third and fourth fingers on her left hand that was covering her eyes and started getting aroused himself when he saw the way the scared girl jumped when she saw Malcolm's erection clearly for the first time, it's glistening peehole seeming to stare directly at her. * * * * * An eerie sense of calm seemed to overtake Jessica, much the same way a person is able to stay composed when a gunman has a pistol pointed in their face. The 18 year old girl gazed up at Malcolm towering above her and noticed the beads of water left over from his shower still on his pecs, belly and also glistening like early morning dew in the dense curly patch of the stud's black pubic hair. It wasn't as if Jessica Jennings hadn't ever contemplated being in that same position before in her late night times alone in bed. Like any child who naturally rebels against her parents, Jessica had always wondered what her racist and elitist parents were trying to keep her safe from. Not that she would have ever acted on these late night fantasies, but as she stood there helpless to do anything about what was really about to happen to her, Jessica felt a strange sense of being in those shoes before. As the towering, teenage black hulk approached her, Jessica felt a definite twinge inside her sex, the same feeling she normally experienced when she had satisfied herself to sleep over the years conjuring up such images. Calmly looking over her left shoulder, Jessica noticed that the half dozen or so still dressed boys still outside in the main area of the dressing room were watching what was going on through the glass as if it was some sort of tv screen that a very lurid movie was unfolding on. That sensation of 'performing' mixed with the fact that Jessica had fantasized about this many times made the her feel powerful in a way even though she was at the mercy of the young men around her. Darting her eyes back to Malcolm, Jessica licked her lips subtly without even realizing it. That gesture was a clear signal to Malcolm and Darrell that perhaps the stranded blonde socialite was wanting this more than she was letting on. Darrell watched Jessica's eyes closely as Malcolm slowly eased up to her, the contrast of size and color between the two stoking his arousal potently. Jessica was pressed up against the desk and was literally cornered as Malcolm closed in. She tried her best not to look at his erect and imposing black cock as it stared her down and Jessica fought the urge to open her mouth to breath until a heavy, clamping sensation grasped her crotch forced her to gasp. Jessica didn't need to look down to realize that Darrell had eased up beside her and dug his palm and fingers into the thick material of Jessica's sweatpants, exploring them until she felt her cheerleader skirt underneath start to ride up her waist. The time it took Jessica to focus on Darrell's advances, the next thing she realized was that Malcolm's throbbing dickflesh was actually brushing hotly against her right arm covering her chest. Firmly planted on his knees right beside the standing beauty, Darrell dug his fingers into the heavy cotton mesh of Jessica's dark green sweatpants. Through it, he could feel the outline of the sweaty cheerleading outfit underneath. Looking up at Jessica, Darrell could see her chest heave under her arm as her breath went from short quick shallow gasps to a raspy halt the moment she realized Malcolm's cock was brushing against her golden skin. With her forearm still clamped tightly over top of her surgically enhanced bosom, Jessica could feel goosebumps raise on her smooth tanned flesh as the towering black basketball player rolled his hips gently, causing the head and shaft of his throbbing pride to massage the length of Jessica's quivering right arm. The room was eerily silent with the exception of the unsteady breathing of the 3 participants. Jessica stood as if she was a statue, freely allowing Malcolm to brush his manhood against her arm until she felt the heated weight of his balls collide with her elbow. Jessica could also feel Darrell's manipulations and she was having a very difficult time fighting the urge to rock her hips in a reaction to the pleasant groping advances. As Jessica fought the battle to contain her senses on two fronts, suddenly she felt Darrell grab a fistful of the front of her sweatpants and with one powerful tear, ripped Jessica's pants down a foot or so until the elastic band rested diagonally across her genitals. Half of her well manicured blonde fleece was uncovered as her cheerleading outfit and matching blue panties came down with Darrell's gesture as well. In a visceral, instinctual reaction to feeling her pants and underwear get ripped down, Jessica pulled her arm down from her chest in a failed attempt to stop Darrell. As her right hand closed around Darrell's wrist, Malcolm's cock was then freely allowed to fall against the weight of Jessica's huge, perfectly round breasts through her sweatshirt. Feeling Jessica's hand clamp around his wrist didn't stop Darrell from doing exactly what he wanted to her. Flexing his fingers, Darrell raised his hand up until his fingertips begin teasing the outer rim of Jessica's slightly exposed puckering pink vagina. Jessica kept her hand tightly wrapped around Darrell's wrist as the kneeling black kid beside her started to manually manipulate her girlish pussy. As she looked down at the contrast of her white skin on his dark skin, a voice very deep inside Jessica's head screamed that this really couldn't be happening. But as the rapidly exploding balls of electricity danced in her brain, Jessica was hard pressed to deny what they were about to do to her. Feeling the damp, humid air of the locker room swirl against her now exposed vagina, Jessica gyrated seductively between Malcolm and Darrell's touch. "Don't..." she muttered weakly. The two men gave each other a knowing glance as if to say, "Can you believe this little white bitch wants this as bad as she does?" With his rock hard chest planted right in Jessica's face, Malcolm looked down and saw the pretty blonde beneath him stare openly at his throbbing veiny spear. "Don't stare at it bitch...it just might hurt ya!" Malcolm hissed. Malcolm could see Jessica's eyes water and her blushing intensify as his cold words hit home but she never took her eyes off his cock. As Malcolm's tinged words resonated inside Jessica's head, Darrell's sank his fingers inside her tight virgin snatch. Being a good catholic girl, Jessica had completely put out even though she had learned to use the art of the tease for all it was worth. The only sexual gratification that she had discovered was from her late nights alone in bed with nothing but her own curious fingers and what Darrell was doing with his digits right now was too much like what Jessica had learned when it came to bringing herself off. It was as if the black kid knew what would make her 18 year old pink pussy feel good. Watching the way Jessica's mouth gaped open to breath as Darrell fingered her, a fresh idea washed into Malcolm's head. Leaning forward slightly, Malcolm placed his heavy hand on the back of Jessica's soft blonde hair and pulled her head closer to him. With her mouth already puckered open, Jessica didn't have time to stop herself from allowing her hot mouth from closing around Malcolm's sensitive and erect left nipple. "Lick it," Malcolm ordered as goosbumps began raising on his own naked flesh from the pleasant sensations of the young white girl's mouth and tongue licking his pec. As Jessica debased herself on Malcolm's nipple, Darrell's fingers were now buried to the knuckles. Grinding his digits in slow deep thrusts, Darrell could feel the pressure from Jessica's pubic bone seem to try and crush his fingers. Fucking her tight cunt, alternating between her clit and g-spot with his thumb, all the time trying to expand the sheath to accommodate what was forthcoming, Darrell smiled at his partner and said, "Looks like we got some fun in store for us Malc'," as he smeared his index and middle digits inside her bubbling quim. With Malcolm's brutal power holding her face to his chest, Jessica's body swayed wildly as her lust began over taking her. Wrapping her arms around Malcolm's naked waist and Darrell's shaved head, Jessica felt a strange and intangible force cause her to completely submit to her two suitors. "GGGODDDD...DDDAMMMNNNN," Malcolm groaned as his dick hardened against Jessica's body from the feeling of her soft mouth teasing him. He could tell by the way her breathing quickened and suddenly stopped on his chest, the 18 year old preppy cheerleader was on the verge of losing it under the hand job she was receiving. "Bitch is gettin' ready to blow," Malcolm giggled down to Darrell. Darrell looked up at Jessica's face as he jabbed his fingers in and out of her tight pink sheath. His dick hardened in his pants watching the way Jessica's angelic blonde mane flailed through the air as he violated her even though her face was still harshly pressed against Malcolm's chest. Darrell could sense from the way Jessica's body was beginning to convulse and from the way his hand and wrist had become thoroughly drenched from the liquid her pussy was dispensing that she wasn't far from cumming in the coach's office. Leaning his head in a little closer, Darrell's nostrils were filled with the ripe scent of Jessica's young sex as he extended his slithering tongue right for the exposed marble sized clit in front of him. As his tongue smacked into Jessica's raised bud, she furiously shot her head backwards causing Malcolm's hand to fly back with it. Both men looked down and marveled as it appeared that the teenage white girl between them suddenly became a cast member from "The Exorcist". Staring down at Jessica with wide eyed amazement, Malcolm watched as the girl's head rocked back and forth as if it was on a hinge. Even though she looked every bit of the 18 year old girl that she was with her flawless facial features, heavy breasts and neatly trimmed pussy, the sounds rippling out of her mouth as she came sounded just like a helplessly submissive and thoroughly fucked little girl. The sounds of Jessica's fitful screams echoed relentlessly against the walls of the small and cramped offices. When Malcolm's uplifted twitching cock grazed the front of Jessica's throat, his knees shook wildly feeling the vibrations of her vocal cords resonate on his erect black flesh. "DDDDDAAAAAMMMMNNNNN," Malcolm groaned as he desperately took his cock in his hand and pumped it furiously 4 or 5 times until he sent a stream of white jism against Jessica's cheek and ear until the kid's cum started to pool in the fringe of her soft blonde hairline. Left Behind Ch. 1 Darrell continued his lip and finger lock inside Jessica's pussy until all he sapped all the energy inside Jessica's body as he lapped up the nectar he had squeezed out of her cunt. Exhausted, all Jessica could do was wedge herself between her two black lovers and the desk behind her, suspended between them as she tried to collect senses. After a few moments of savoring her joy behind her clenched eyes, shielding herself from seeing what she had actually done, she finally opened them and the reality of the situation smacked her psyche cruelly. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the still seething head of Malcolm's cum smeared penis staring straight at her, apparently ready for more. It was then Jessica understood clearly what the hot sticky feeling caking that side of her face was. Looking down, Jessica next saw Darrell continue to bit and lick at her now gaping pussy as the words "please fuck me" incoherently dribbled from her lips. When she mustered the strength the raise her gaze forward and to the left to look out at the assembled group of boys on the other side of the glass, what she saw made her heart momentarily freeze. None of the guys were standing there watching anymore. A moment later when she heard the office door swing open, Jessica realized her night was long from over... To Be Continued... Left Behind Ch. 2 Malcolm squeezed his cock by its base and dropped it like a fleshy club right across Jessica's flushed, cumcovered cheek, in the process smearing the result of his powerful orgasm like a clear white gloss over top of Jessica's smeared make up. Feeling the smooth head of Malcolm's cock slide across her cheek, Jessica cringed internally as the reality of her predicament set in. Hearing the chatter behind him, Malcolm knew that the rest of the team had organized outside of the coach's office and that it wouldn't be long before the rest of the guys would be having their way with the pretty blonde debutante that had fallen in their collective laps. With a couple of his teammates flanking him, Malcolm and his buds leaned in and looked on with fascinated amusement at the cum covered beauty in front of them. Malcolm looked to each side and noticed that they were stripped down, cocks erect as well, ready for their turn with Jessica Jennings. * * * * * Slipping out of his pants while half the team filed into the cramped room, Darrell then proceeded to lift Jessica's lithe body into the air by wrapping his muscular arms underneath her thighs and then easily deposited her on top of Coach Evans's cluttered desk, causing several stacks of papers to go tumbling down to the floor below. "Coach is gonna kill you," Darrell heard a giggling voice say from the naked mass of black muscle in front of him. Digging his hand into the waistband of Jessica's cockeyed sweatpants, Darrell, Malcolm and a few of the other guys quickly and effortlessly pulled the white girl's pants, cheering skirt and panties down her firm, trim and tanned legs, all the way to her ankles. One of the guys popped both her tennis shoes off, freeing the other guys to rip the rest of her waist down wardrobe off, leaving Jessica Jennings sitting on the coach's desk, completely naked and vulnerable from the waist down. Licking their lips, every young man in the room looked down hungraly at the sacrificial white virgin before them. As the boys removed her pants, several took turns groping at her chest through her sweatshirt. "Damn...what a pair of tits this bitch's got..."...Let's get this shirt off so I can titty fuck her..."..."Bet the wannabe is a virgin...". Jessica heard snippets of rude remarks rain down on her as the guys hovered over her, groping and debasing her further. In her detachment, it felt to Jessica as if the whole scene was happening to someone else. Perched on the table with her now bare ass flat against the hardwood top of the coach's desk, Jessica felt the awkward sensation of loose pieces of paper, pens and pencils as they grazed her flesh while too many hands to count pawed at her body. Before she knew it, the entire room went momentarily dark as her hooded sweatshirt was guided over her head. When she was able to see again, Jessica looked down to see several black hands groping at her blue and red Mercy Prep cheerleading top. As the players ripped and clawed at Jessica's top, they could all clearly feel the heaviness of Jessica's bosom heaving underneath their touch. "No girl has a waist like that...and tits like this...damn things can't be real," She heard one guy shout as countless fingers squeezed at her womanhood. A few moments later, Jessica felt the humid air of the locker room office, as well as the hot breath of her captors collide with her bare chest. Hearing a tear, Jessica knew that they had ripped her top right off her body. Sitting there between the myriad of black men in nothing but her athletic bra, Jessica helplessly raised her hands to her chest, wrapping her fingers around the black kids' hands, helping them cup her huge titties while at the same time urging them to remove the last vestige of her modesty, her tight, size 36-D spandex bra. With their hands all over her tanned body, all the guys noticed with great joy in the sight of Jessica's hardened nipples shamelessly erect, seeming to almost burst and strain out from the smooth spandex material that held them in. As a few of the closest guys dug their fingers underneath the bottom edge of the bra, the whole room went silent as Jessica's milky white tits came into view. As the 18 year old girl's heavy breasts spilled free, each man could see that there was a distinct tan line at the upper fringe of her chest and the contrast was striking, causing each guy to take pause before moving in closer to take their turn with her. Malcolm crouched closer to Jessica, who was spread out on the table, and lowered his meaty black grip right down on top of the girl's shaking breasts. With his still half erect cock tapping Jessica's wet pussy on the edge of the desk, he could clearly feel the preppy white girl's vaginal warmth as it radiated against his crotch. Digging his fingertips into Jessica's soft tit flesh, Malcolm kneaded them mightily until Jessica squirmed under his vice like grip. As Malcolm explored Jessica's breasts with his hands, lifting them up so that he could see and touch the lily white underside, he was first to notice the faint, almost invisible incision mark left over form Jessica's enhancement surgery. "Damn things aren't real guys...look...," he said to his cohorts. As the rest of the players fawned over Malcolm's discovery, a lot more trash talk started to rain down onto Jessica as she gyrated under their touch. "Daddy had to buy his little girl some big tits Huh?", "Probably wants to fuck her himself,", "What do you think he'd do if he found out his little darling was giving it up to a bunch of Niggas!" * * * * * The feeling of detachment that had took root inside Jessica's psyche earlier was quickly eliminated as each one of the players took their brutal turn with her naked white body. With each ramming spear that took its place inside Jessica's no longer virgin cunt, along with the ones in waiting that stabbed into her mouth or found the warmth of her endowed cleavage, Jessica Jennings lost all comprehension of whether she was cumming or going, whether a dick was inside of her or whether its thrusting imprint lingered as another guy prepared to take his place between her firm but quivering thighs. As the blur around her intensified, Jessica felt eerily as if she was trapped on a life raft in the middle of a brutal, unpredictable storm. With each new guy that took his place between her obscenely splayed legs and drilled his cock home, Jessica's pussy slowly elasticized with each new challenge. No amount of preparation she had ever contemplated for the joyful stress of losing her virginity had ever prepared her for this ordeal. In reality, she was probably going to have more sex that first night of losing her virginity than she probably ever would have for 5 more years if she hadn't gotten stranded at Franklin High. The added stimulation of all the rough probing hands, tongues and lips rippling over the length of her body only added to the sensory overload. With no concept of time, Jessica could only go by the pounding of her heart and the grunts of pleasure from above to mark how long she had been there. Every time she went to cry out or take a much needed deep breath, the inviting beacon of her parted lips was too much for the guys beside her to ignore. With their fingers buried deep within her golden thick locks to hold themselves steady, each guy took his turn slapping his cock against Jessica's pretty face or even in some cases blatantly sticking it in her mouth , forcing her to give them a blowjob while she got fucked. When Jessica felt the weight of a full grown man deposit himself on the top of her chest, she couldn't help but to open her eyes slightly to see what was happening. The blurry black outline of one of the players kneeling on her torso, with his chest facing her, filled her dim visual field. She could feel the eager kid mashing her titties together savagely with his powerful hands while his glistening erect penis snugly burrowed deeply between her baby soft titflesh. When the faceless player started seesawing his smooth ebony prick back and forth, Jessica could feel the strange lurid heat of his sweaty balls as they rested on top of her toned abdominal muscles. Unable to control herself, Jessica helplessly began to grind her hips and waist harder against the guy that was fucking her cunt until he couldn't control himself any longer, sending yet another stream of rich white cum into the white slut's tight pink pussy. By now, the sizzling white jism was flowing out of Jessica's cunt as quickly as the boys were depositing it in. A few of the guys had also taken the liberty of pulling their ready to explode cocks out just in time to spew their loads onto the insides of Jessica's thighs and all over the neatly manicured fleece of her pubic hair. As Jessica writhed under the weight of the titty fuck she was receiving from above, neither her or the faceless guy on top of her could deny the luridness of his huge cock sliding in and out like a rapid black piston between Jessica's immense cleavage. With his thumbs clenched down onto the erect buds of Jessica's nipples, he could feel his cum begin bubbling to the surface. Through her barely open eyelids, Jessica was powerless to do nothing but lay there as the player worked towards his frenetic orgasm. Staring straight at the peehole of the black blur that was his cock, Jessica cringed when his cum shot out like a white cannon ball, smacking Jessica squarely above the right eye. As his cum dripped down, further blurring her vision, Jessica was left with the unsettling sensation of the second, third and fourth stream landing progressively further down her face until finally, the nameless, faceless player messily smeared what was left in his balls all over the breasts that had been paid for on Jessica's Father's American Express card. * * * * * About half the members of Franklin's basketball team had taken their turn with Jessica when the mood in the room suddenly changed. With each guys eyes so intently focused on Jessica, the crown jewel in each of their teenage sexual histories, no one noticed Coach Evans as he solemnly returned to his office. It had been a long, tiring and depressing day for the 46 year old, slightly graying basketball coach and gym teacher. He had long been a champion of the cause to get Cleveland's inner city high schools attention on a larger scale and playing some of the better prep schools in the state was one way of going about it. The only problem was getting those schools to sign on the dotted line to play them. It was a proud day when Franklin got Mercy Prep to agree to a home and home series and finally Coach Lemont Evans thought he had a golden opportunity to make a splash. After all the banter, fire and brimstone however, the last second loss to a team he thought they should beat was going to be something that made for more than a few sleepless nights in the days to come. As Coach Evans strolled back to his office after meeting with the media and a few disgruntled boosters, Evans nursed a stale Diet Coke as he wandered through the almost empty high school hallways for the quiet seclusion of his locker room. Pushing the heavy doors to the locker room open, Evans took two steps towards his office cubicle when he realized something was up. It wasn't exactly the sounds of dejected players huffing over a devastating loss. As he turned the corner and slowly pushed open the door to his office, all Lemont Evans could see was the naked backs of several of his players circling his desk. Looking down to the floor, Evans's head started to pound when he saw the messily strewn papers all over the place as the reality of the scene hit. "Good God," he thought to himself. "Damn boys finally convinced one of our girls to actually do the locker room gangbang thing. " Even though Evans couldn't see who the center of attention on his desk was because of the tall, wide bodies surrounding them, Coach Evans smiled warmly remembering his high school days and how much fun it was to finally get a crack at one of the pretty girls in school. As he stared at the bustling, shifting mass of black flesh encircling his desk, the only negative thought he could come up with was why if the boys had this much energy left didn't they use it to try to win the game earlier. "Ahhhh..." he thought, "Guess I should be happy for them. Hopefully this will help give them some confidence back." Preparing to turn quietly and leave the boys be, Evans decided he could sneak away to the library to brood over the loss to Mercy Prep. "Hell, I'd do most of the girls at school here too," he said to himself despite most of them were old enough to be his daughter. As he started to turn however, something vivid and striking suddenly grabbed his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, a strange white blur in the midst of all the black flesh in the room stood out noticeably. Instinctively turning back to see, Evans waited a moment as his focus sharpened, then he realized that the party going on in his office was a little different than what he had originally thought. Then two quiet, but powerful words filled the room coming from the mouth of one of his 12 players. "UHHH...OOOHHHH!" All of the sudden, there was nothing but a eerie shuffling calm in the room with only the sounds of several guys trying to catch their breath filling the air. Finally Coach Evans heard himself ask out loud, "What's going on here?" He realized how dumb of a question it really was when his eyes locked onto the obscene sight of a naked white girl, apparently a teenager, sitting in a pool of sticky white fluid right on top of his very own desk. Thankfully no one answered his obvious inquiry. With his eyes locked on Jessica's withered frame, shaking his head from the raw sexual vision of the girl's spread legs revealing her puckered and messy pink vagina, Coach Evans was totally unaware that the other 12 pairs of eyes in the room were all focused on him, waiting for the inevitable order for everyone to clear the room. That moment of silence seemed to linger on forever. As Evans looked over the naked girl whose clothes were hastily strewn around her except for her bra that was pushed up over her heaving white swells, her tits spilling free underneath with the evidence that a few of the guys had already marked their territory on them. Finally, the realization of who the white girl was clicked inside the coach's swimming head. He had remembered briefly looking over at the Mercy Prep cheerleaders right before the opening tip, sizing them up on one hand and feeling a little sorry for the verbal abuse they were enduring on the other. As Evans looked down and surveyed Jessica's ample womanhood in the flesh, he distinctly remembered her prancing with her fellow cheerleading teammates earlier. The coach had no clue as to the 'how' or 'why' the girl had ended up in such a position as she was on top of his desk but being the tenured instructor and long time respected basketball coach of a public high school, part of Lemont Evans's moral fiber told him that he had to put an end to it. The words that slipped from his tongue however were not the ones the superintendent of schools would have probably wanted to hear. Matter-of-factly, with a hint of sarcasm Evans's asked, "Has anyone cum in her pussy yet?" There were more than a few awkward chuckles in the room then unsure silence again. Coach Evans looked around and saw the 'hand in the cookie jar' look in several of his players eyes. Looking back over his shoulder to Jessica on top of the table, her legs spread apart in a signal of submission. He could clearly see wave after wave of white jism bubble and ooze out of her plush pink, girlish vaginal lips. "How 'bout her ass then?" Evans chuckled. Scanning the room, Coach could see the same gleam in his guys' eyes that they had before heading out onto the court for a big game. Feeling his cock start to thicken inside his slacks, Lemont Evans suddenly felt as if he was 26 rather than 46. "Grab her ass off the table...those assholes screwed us out there on the court tonight during the game...guess it would only be fair to return the favor right now Huh," Evans mumbled, gritting his teeth, feeling strangely comfortable with his proposed 'eye for an eye' retribution with the already worked over, 18 year old Catholic school cheerleader. "Bitch was cherry," Coach Evans heard one of his players say as he supervised his guys raise Jessica's exhausted body off the table and turn her so that her backside was facing him. "If her pussy was cherry...her ass has gotta be too...we could be here a while boys," Evans commented in a fatherly tone as he pulled his pants down and unbuttoned his shirt. As his half hard black cock poked out the front of his boxer short slit, Evans, who had been married to the same woman for 18 years (although not all of them faithfully) couldn't remember the last time he was so anxious to get at a piece of ass. With his 46 year old, 7 inch cock inflating to the task, it seemed to want to lunge towards the soft rounded heart-shaped white ass of the overwhelmed young girl before him. Ripping his boxers down and stepping out of them, Evans stroked his erect manhood haughtily as his charges positioned Jessica for him. Several naked players held her hands down outstretched on the desk, while a few more knelt down and pushed her weak legs far apart and held her quaking feet to the floor so that her ass was uplifted and inviting for their coach whenever he was ready to move in and take it. As Coach Evans eased up to Jessica's beckoning ass with all the cocksure confidence of a gunslinger approaching his next encounter, he tried thinking back to the last time he had sex with a white woman. Lemont Evans had been lucky enough during his high school years to have taken advantage of the raging hormones and indecent curiosities of several of his post segregation, female classmates. He had also had more than a few trysts on business trips over the years with several women that he had met in hotel bars, two of which happened to be Caucasian. That however was a lifetime ago for Evans who was proud of himself for staying faithful for the previous five years. While he had often fantasized about doing exactly what he was about to do to white girl being restrained in front of him, the 46 year old husband and father of 4 never thought in a million years he'd ever get a chance to actually go through with it. Taking a cruel, arcing swing with his right hand, Lemont Evans smacked Jessica harshly across the tender skin of her round ass sending a sharp slapping sound echoing throughout the office. Evans didn't really know why he did it, but the whimper the little girl cried out when he did it made him feel very much in control just the same. When his hand raised in the air and he did it again, Evans could then see the reddish outline of his palm print start to raise on the cheeks of the cheerleaders tender flesh. When the guys saw how Jessica seemed to gyrate her ass seductively as if begging for more, they all knew she was theirs for the taking. * * * * * Pushing his weight forward on top of her, Evans dug at Jessica's reddened cheeks cruelly, pulling them apart as his students stood to each side, holding Jessica splayed and secure in front of their coach. Letting the plum sized head of his cock plop directly down on Jessica's exposed brown eye, Evans felt an incredible surge of adrenaline course through his body as he watched his cockhead totally eclipse the orifice it would soon be embedded in. "She's gonna cry out fellas...better be ready to put a hand over her mouth when I shove this thing in," Evans ordered. Knowing that there would be no way to shove his dick straight up into Jessica's ass without any anal prep would be totally devastating the young woman. As he started to primp and tease Jessica's inviting sphincter with his right hand, Evans raised his left hand up to Jessica's head and lowered his meaty, long black digits into the girl's golden mane and then curled his fingers until he could pull Jessica's head backwards slightly so that he had total control over ever movement the teenage girl could make. Left Behind Ch. 2 Rotating his right hand off Jessica's asshole and guiding it up between her parted thighs, Coach Evans let his fingers dip into the messy stew inside the girl's cunt, soaking his fingers in the dampness of male and female ejaculate inside. Jessica's head was spinning to the point that she couldn't tell if she was still seated or standing up. There were so many hands clutching and exploring her that she felt strangely weightless as the young , naked basketball players positioned her for their coach. Clenching her eyes tightly shut, the self imposed darkness she wallowed in made the physical sensations she was experiencing that much more potent. Although her head was dizzy, Jessica knew she wasn't imagining the heavy, cork like feel of something pushing right up against her small asshole. When several long and urgently probing fingers rocketed into her gaping pussy, Jessica had to bite her lip hard as her hips and waist bucked backwards against the faceless man violating her from behind. When that hand inside her pussy removed itself, it felt as if that a plug had been taken it of a bathtub as the pent up reservoir of cum inside her cunt started to ooze out even quicker. As Jessica winced from the feeling of jism rushing out of her vaginal folds, suddenly the heavyness pressing against her ass relented for a moment and the warm humid air of the locker room swirled freely around her sensitive anal bud. Just as quickly as the relief happened, the pressure on her asshole returned again, this time with even more force. "OOOOHHHHHH...SSSHHIIITTTTTTT," Jessica cried out with desperate but angelic urgency. Lemont Evans had taken his cumsoaked index finger and rammed it down to the first knuckle inside the 18 year old's virgin ass. Leaving it buried there motionless for a moment for Jessica to adjust, he tingled from the feeling of the girl's anal muscles trying to fend off his violation. When he felt like she was ready, Evans embedded his finger all the way down to the second knuckle in one violent push causing Jessica's head to rock backwards and her Adam's apple to pump like an oil drill up and down as she tried maintaining her balance. "GGGAAAWWWDDDD...FFFUUCCCKKKK," she spasmed as the coach fully penetrated her with his finger. Watching as the helpless girl seemed to try and swim with from his circular finger motions, Evans looked up at his players and acknowledged their work holding her steady. "Good job boys...she's almost ready." Every time Evans would jerk his wrist, pushing his finger deeper into Jessica's rear, he would also gently tug at her long straight blonde hair with his left hand. Feeling Jessica's hole expand ever so slightly, he pulled back gradually with his probing digit, then would cruelly ram it back in again. As a drop of lurid, sexually aroused drool dripped from the corner of the young woman's parted lips, Evans removed his left hand from Jessica's head, in the process bringing several soft strands of her blonde mane knotted around his fingers back to him. With his right index finger completely submerged, Evans placed his left index finger at the entrance of Jessica's ass, then slowly and deliberately penetrated her with it as well. This time Lemont Evans looked down and saw both Jessica's feet pitter-patter on the floor as her whole body started to convulse. The coach could see his players flex their muscles in an attempt to hold the writhing young girl steady so he could complete his preparation. "That's right Bitch," Evans sneered, "You think that burns...just wait...you're pretty white ass ain't ever gonna forget this!" With the knuckles of both index fingers flush together, the Franklin High basketball coach sadistically pushed them apart slightly, causing the rim of Jessica's bunghole to widen. As Coach Evans's continued to dig at her, loosening her up, Jessica could feel the heavy humid air floating around her tickle her previously untouched regions. Part of her primal sensibilities knew what was about to happen next even though her rational mind was still in denial. That is until the gravity and forcefulness of the situation was too much to ignore any longer. Surrounded by the 12 naked teenage boys and their 46 year old coach, Jessica felt a strange sense of intangible power in her self imposed darkness, the power of being wanted, even if it was simply for her body, for the first time in her life she felt truly valued. And before she knew it , the guy who was old enough to be her father, who was ardently lathering up her ass, proceeded to take exactly what he wanted. Convinced the girl was ready and too horny to wait a minute longer, Lemont removed his index fingers one by one with a grotesque plop and then raised his throbbing black pipe to the opened entrance of Jessica Jennings's rear. With a crude, carnal smirk etched across his face, Lemont Evans coolly repeated his blistering mantra to Jessica over and over until the head of his rigid black penis was solidly inside Jessica's virgin ass. "Take that Bitch...let that pretty ass of yours swallow up that black cock...you little slut...come on ...open up that white ass...wiggle it Bitch...Open up your eyes and look around honey...Look at yourself...you see what I see...nothing but a cum hungry white whore!" With inch after every sodomistic inch the Coach impaled her with, Jessica's socked feet seemed to magically levitate off the floor as the veins in the back of her knees burst out harshly from the strain she was under. Digging both his hands firmly into the reddened cheeks of Jessica's uplifted ass, Lemont continued to spank the young girl each time her behind stopped thrusting back at him. Hearing herself coo and moan under the punishing assault, Jessica felt strangely like a very bad little girl in a grown woman's body. With all the pressure that had built up inside of her, Jessica finally had to let it go. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," her screams of tense release filled the now empty hallways of the school halfway across the building. "SSSHHHIIITTTTTTTTT...," she cried out as several trails of tears flowed out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Evans looked down with devilish fascination as about a third of his ebony pride bore down between Jessica's sweaty pale and reddened ass cheeks. Reaching down with one hand to hold the base of his cock more securely, Evans pushed forward with all his might until another full inch of his monster was forced between the blonde's tiny hole. As their coach pushed forward, several of the naked players in front of Jessica had her fall directly against them, her heavy augmented tits crushing right against their rock hard pectoral muscles as she gasped desperately for air. Knowing his huge cock would not last much longer without exploding inside the teenage girl's constricting asshole, Coach Evans removed his hands from Jessica's behind and draped them around her waist until both of his palms caressed the saturated, sticky lips of the young girl's puckering vagina. "Holy shit," Evans hissed down. "My black dick in your ass make your pussy that wet...huh?" Planting his delicate, swirling tongue right on the nape of Jessica's pale white neck, the older black man cupped the young woman's pussy as hard as he could with his right hand, while at the same time sneaking his left index finger and thumb underneath, pinching and prodding Jessica's inflated clitoris feverishly with them. "EEEE...EEEEEE...AAAAA...AAAHHHHH... DDDAAAAMMMMMMIIIITTTTTTT... GGGGAAAWWWDDDDDDAAAAMMMIIITTTT," the young cheerleader squealed over and over, feeling her blood sizzle through her veins. "Who's your master Bitch?" Evans asked coldly as sweat trickled down his brow. "WHO!" After a long harrowing moment of silence, Jessica finally worked up the strength and gumption to gurgle out her response," You are...You are," She sighed in a husky whisper. "You my white slut girl...HUH?" Evans continued as he furiously worked his hands on her cunt and his cock in her ass. "...I'm your slut," Jessica moaned drunkenly. "Say it louder Bitch," Evans barked cruelly, speeding up his pelvic thrusts. "OOO...HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA...GGGAAAWWDDDDDDD...I'M YOUR... YOUR... AAAHHHHH... WHITE.. AAAAHHHHH... SLUT...MASTER!" Jessica spastically screamed. "Then make your master happy bitch and make his cock cum right up that tight white ass of yours!" Evans demanded, as his punishing clitoral stimulation and harsh words sent the snobbish preppy debutante over the edge. With her clit literally throbbing between his fingers, Evans slowed his fuck motions slightly so that he could watch and savor the way Jessica's face contorted and twisted uncontrollably under his virile assault. Watching and feeling the girl cum in front of him, the internal switch that governed Evans's own lust hit overload as well causing his embedded black cannon to pump and jerk like a runaway drill bit until his bloated black balls bubbled over and his stored up white seed coursed out and jetted up Jessica Jenning's soon to be burning rectum. "MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHAAAAAAAAA," The 46 year old coach growled as his head shot backwards and his 10 fingers dug at the 18 year old's overwhelmed pussy. With his orgasm still raging, Evans could sense the blonde cheerleader start to go weightless in his arms. As he tried his best to pull back slowly and ease his cock out of the tail he had spent so long trying to open up, every guy in the room winced when the saw the graphic way Jessica lurched when she felt Coach Evans finally rip his cock free. "THERE BITCH," Evans hissed with lurid joy as he watched Jessica's legs give way and then fall helplessly to her knees, totally spent. Falling straight down out of the arms of the young men holding her, Jessica's shaking knees rested heavily on the concrete below as she sucked in mouthful after mouthful of much needed oxygen. As the naked black guys stood patiently over top of her, a few of the guys reached down and felt her warm sweaty skin one last time as they tried savoring one last memory before getting dressed and heading home. Too tired to even kneel, Jessica's head collapsed all the way down to the floor as several of the guys ran their fingers through her now sweaty and knotted blonde locks. All Jessica Jennings could do in her extended moment of weakness was to part her lips and kiss one of her lovers right on his bare, size 12 foot. * * * * * Somehow, someway the athletically fit and trim 18 year old varsity cheerleader was slowly able to gather herself after all the men had departed the coach's office and left her alone. After awkwardly pulling her sweatshirt over her head and getting her sweatpants back on, Jessica looked down on the floor and saw her bunched up panties still sitting there. Without a hint of the good social graces she was raised with, she cringed as she bent down and stuffed them into her pants pocket, the whole time bent over feeling the leaking wet traces of ejaculate as it still bubbled in her ass and cunt. A few of the guys were still in the locker room getting re-dressed when Jessica emerged from Coach Evans's office looking as if she had washed ashore out of Lake Erie. There was no acknowledgment from either side as they watched with amused pity, Jessica drunkenly make her way bowleggedly out of the same door Darrell had led her through almost an hour earlier. Negotiating the now empty cavernous hallways of Franklin High, Jessica fell against the first door marked exit she could find and set out into the bitterly cold Cleveland night, humbled but fulfilled. As her designer tennis shoes thudded onto the sidewalk of the main road that would eventually take her closer to her side of town, the clock on the bank sign above her said it was 12:28 am and 27 degrees. Working her way North, Jessica found herself dropping her head under her hooded sweatshirt every time a car or group of pedestrians would pass by, so they couldn't see her or the undeniable look of confusion in her eyes. Vain to the end, Jessica refused to let anyone else know the secret feeling she knew she would have to replay endlessly for many years to come. - THE END - Thanks for reading