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Smiling, a really creepy grin, he told her: "I appreciate your attempt at extra credit today...I really do; but you're failing this class by a wide margin and I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that. Luckily for you I have a possible solution. I'm sure you know that at the conclusion of every school year a few of us teachers have a poker-party at Coach Foster's house and every year we ask an under-achieving senior to serve snacks and beverages. Mr. O'Neill will also be there, and it is my understanding that you're also failing his English class. We've discussed the situation and have decided to offer you this opportunity this year. The extra credit would be enough to improve your grades and allow you to graduate. The party is next Saturday night. What do you say?"
Even though she had plans for every Saturday night, she knew this was the only way she was going to graduate, so she told him: "thank you for the opportunity...I'll be there."
"Fine...that's fine," he smirked, "you know where Coach Foster lives, everyone does, so be there at 7:30. We were going to have you wear your cheerleader uniform, but we decided that a nice bikini would be better. See you then."
Although apprehensive about being the only girl and parading around in her bikini, in a way she was relieved: as long as she didn't screw this up, she would be able to graduate with her class, and her parents would never know about all the skipped classes. She had talked to her friend Jenny after she had been selected last year, and Jenny told her that besides a few pats on her ass; there was really nothing extraordinarily deviant about the experience. Sizing up the participants, she assumed that Mr. Wilson would be the forth, as he usually was. He taught Driver's Ed and also coached the basketball team...a team that had a history of being deplorable; but football was the main focus at Lincoln High. Mr. Wilson was very tall, probably as tall as Coach Foster, but very slender with incredibly long fingers (she had noticed when he was driving). Mr. Brees was, of course, Ichabod Crane, also fairly tall with a beak nose.
Her English teacher, Mr. O'Neill was short and wide and her father had told her he used to be a wrestler; both at Lincoln High and in college. He seemed like a nice man and was always pleasant in class or in the halls. Coach Foster was the exception to just about every stereotype at Lincoln. For one thing, he was black, and there were only about three black families in the whole District. A giant of a man at about six feet seven inches and solid as a rock. He had played tight-end at Lincoln, then went on to play Defensive End for the Nebraska Cornhuskers, where he had bulked up. The Chicago Bears had signed him to a contract but he had blown out his knee in training camp and never played in a single game.
He had kept the huge signing bonus though and that's why everyone in town knew his house...it was a mansion (by their standards). His alma mater had hired him immediately as football coach, and despite the fact that his teams were never that outstanding (until this year), her father had joked that the only way he would ever be fired is if he murdered someone. Coach Foster was the only one she was even slightly worried about...he seemed to have a mean streak. Don't all football coaches?
When she had told Jimmy about the change of plans, he had pissed and moaned for awhile, then agreed to let her have his car for the night; with the caveat that if she got out of there early, she had to come and help pack up the equipment. She had two bikinis: one she let her parents see, and one she kept balled up in her purse for when they went swimming at the abandoned quarry. The second one was the skimpiest string bikini she could find and she only let a select few friends see her in it. Knowing she really needed this extra credit, she decided to wear the tiny black string suit. She had bought the black one because of the way it contrasted with her long blond tresses.
On Saturday night, the card-playing foursome gathered at Coach Foster's house, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their hostess. Every year they carefully selected a beautiful senior who was in dire need of extra credit and invited her to join them for the evening. They always made sure the girl was at least eighteen; and with Penny, the whole senior class had been invited to the party her father threw in their barn, so there was so guess work involved. They also made each girl sign a paper stating that whatever transpired during the evening would remain a secret between the five of them. Of course, they usually had her sign the paper when she was under the influence. That was another thing: having a Chemistry teacher as a member had proven to be extremely beneficial.
Over the years, Mr. Brees had perfected a variation of ketamine so that if would completely remove all inhibitions on anyone who ingested it. Ketemine, a horse tranquilizer, was readily available in their rural farming community and no one batted an eye when it was purchased by a Chemistry teacher. In the past several years, they had been entertained by some of the sexiest seniors at Lincoln High, and they were anticipating tonight to be the pinnacle. Anyone who had ever watched Penny perform her cheers, dreamed of running their hands over her smooth skin. When the doorbell rang at exactly 7:30, Brees joked: "this is probably the first time in her life that Penny has been on time."
When Coach Foster opened the door, Penny was reminded at how enormous he really was...he towered over her by nearly a foot as his body blocked the whole doorway. "Welcome Penny," he graciously greeted her, "let me show you to the bathroom so you can change," as he noticed she was wearing jeans and a tank top. When she emerged dressed in only the skimpy black string bikini, he couldn't suppress a whistle of approval. "Wow," he exclaimed, "nice bikini...let me show you to the kitchen." As they walked through the house, Penny couldn't help but be impressed; and the kitchen was like a Home Depot show room. He showed her where all the snacks and sandwich fixin's were and then handed her a pilsner glass of beer. "We want you to feel at home," he smiled, "we know you're not twenty-one, but we don't see anything wrong with a couple beers with friends." She gratefully accepted and immediately drank half of the ice-cold brew. Little did she know that it was laced with Mr. Brees' concoction.
They loaded up a tray with crackers, dip and four glasses of beer, and Coach Foster led her into the game room. It was impressive: there was a pool table, their card table, a couple video game consoles, and even an old fashioned pinball machine. There was even a Wurlitzer jukebox that had been converted to play CD's. One whole wall was a flat-screen TV and there seemed to be chairs and sofas everywhere. "Wow...lookin' good Penny," Mr. O'Neill greeted her, and she actually blushed. Feeling self-conscious as all her teachers stared at her nearly naked body, she set the tray down and wandered around the room with her beer in her hand looking at all the sports pictures adorning the walls of the man-cave.
"Feel free to play with anything you want," Coach Foster told her, winking at his fellow teachers; "just keep the glasses full and the snacks fresh."
She had never actually played pinball before and began to flick the ball and flippers while thinking to herself, "this is going to be the easiest extra-credit ever." The men could hardly keep their eyes off the jiggling breasts and ass of the gorgeous blond cheerleader, but forced themselves to play a couple hands of cards while waiting for the drug to kick in. After finishing her beer, they sent her to the kitchen for sandwiches just so they could watch her breasts wobble as she walked by. O'Neill raved as she passed into the kitchen: "did you see those legs...I think she's the finest we've ever had."
Wilson agreed: "she's prime alright...what a set of tits."
When she returned with the food, Coach Foster was punching up some tunes on the jukebox and Penny found herself automatically swaying to the beat without even realizing it. He turned on the close-circuit camera and her dancing instantly filled the TV wall; mesmerizing her as she watched herself gyrate and grind. O'Neill commented to her: "you were born for the big screen Penny; have you ever given any thoughts to becoming an actress?" Everyone in the school knew of her ambitions but he expected the flattery would relax her even more.
He was correct, as she responded while never taking her eyes off the screen: "holy crap, yes. It's my dream to go to California and be an actress. Thank you for noticing." Her speech was becoming slower and slightly slurred as she danced, and they knew the tranquilizer had taken effect; making her completely susceptible to their suggestions.
"You have an incredible body, Penny," Coach Foster commented, "do you think you could play the part of a stripper?"
"A stripper," she mused in a kind of dreamy voice, "sure...that would be simple," and her hips immediately began to sway and gyrate. Her arms waved over her head in a motion almost like she was swimming. With every beat her wonderful ass was making wider circles and the men couldn't take their eyes off it. Still watching herself on the big screen, she gracefully reached behind her and untied her bikini top, before pulling it off to the side and twirling it around her wrist.
As soon as her magnificent breasts were revealed, all the men whistled and clapped. "Holy shit...now that's a set of tits," Mr. Brees exclaimed as Penny shook her chest so they jiggled like the cafeteria Jello. They still had some growing to do at that age, but they were a firm 34C and the nipples were already the size of gumdrops. Mesmerized by herself on the big screen, Penny cradled her right breast in both hands, lifted it to her mouth and began to suck on her own nipple.
"Now that's sexy," Mr. Wilson applauded as she tongued her swollen nub. Still watching herself, she did a few more bumps and grinds and then used both hands to tug on the strings at her sides, holding the bottom in place. Untied, she just let gravity take effect and the tiny pieces of cloth dropped to the floor.
"Woo hoo," O'Neill shouted as they all stared at her nude body. Her bush was trimmed into a trim, tiny triangle that seemed to point to her slit. She kept her pubic hair closely cropped and shaped in the Summer so that it didn't peek out of her bikinis. Her mound was very fleshy and prominent and her slit was clearly visible through the sparse blond hair. All four men stood and applauded as she continued to dance around. At this point Penny was completely under the influence and becoming more aroused by the minute. She clearly loved flaunting her naked body in front of these men and even ran the palm of her hand over her crotch to see if it was wet.
When the four teachers surrounded her and began to do what they considered dancing, she couldn't help but laugh and challenge them: "how come I'm the only one naked...come on...let's see what you got." Shirts, sweatpants, warmup pants, and underwear flew around the room as the men stripped to join her. Comparing their equipment was the first thing that occurred to Penny. Mr. Brees' penis was about what she expected: quite long and slender; just like him. Likewise, Mr. Wilson, the basketball coach possessed a very lengthy tool, probably a good ten inches and slim like a pepperoni stick.
Mr. O'Neill, built like a wrestler, had a prick that was about eight inches and incredibly thick; she wondered if her fingers would fit around it. But, she actually gasped aloud, "holy crap on a cracker," when Coach Foster shed his boxers. Of course, it was the first black cock she had ever seen and it was gigantic. At least thirteen inches long and as fat as her forearm as it waved in front of him. Penny thought is was bigger than the penis on the horse her father hired out to stud. She stopped dancing and just stared as he grasped it in his hand and shook it at her.
"What's the matter little-miss-cheerleader, never seen a black cock before," Foster asked her.
"No...no I haven't," she whispered, almost in a trance; "it's...it's huge."
Grabbing a throw-pillow off one of the sofas, he tossed it on the floor and, as they all surrounded her again, put his hand on top of her head and urged her to kneel. "We've heard a lot of stories about your talents," he told her, "so let's see how you handle these tools." Quickly dropping down and cushioning her knees on the pillow, she looked around and saw she was surrounded by a quartet of erections. Knowing exactly what to do; she did consider herself the queen of blowjobs; she grasped two in her hands and readily opened her mouth. As if happened, Mr. Brees' long, slim log slid between her red lips and into her mouth without any coaxing. She had randomly grasped Coach Foster's monster and Wilson's pepperoni stick, so she tried to concentrate on pumping them as her tongue slithered along the underside of Brees' meat.
Her throat muscles tried to swallow his crown and he groaned with pleasure: "ohhh man...that feels incredible. What we heard about you is true." Penny smiled around his girth at the compliment and sucked him further down her esophagus while swirling her tongue along his length. She couldn't concentrate on two things at once, so she ended up just rhythmically squeezing and releasing the two pricks in her hands. Of course, even her Nebraska farm fingers did not come close to encircling Coach Foster's massive rod. Brees looked down at the angelic face sucking his hard-on and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long. With nothing to do, O'Neill stroked his own fat penis, kneeled down behind her nubile body, reached around and started to fondle and squeeze her wonderful tits. They were so soft and warm that the sensation was almost pacifying.
Brees had been right; her skills were undeniable and he soon grasped the sides of her head and began to pump his load down her throat. As her muscles milked him dry, he threw his head back and exclaimed: "holy shit...she IS good...she's the best cocksucker I've ever had." When he had emptied his balls into her mouth, he withdrew and noticed that not a single drop escaped her lips. Penny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and before she was done, Mr. Wilson had pushed his crown against her lips. Eagerly, she inhaled most of his length in one motion as his fingers slid through her long, silky blond mane.
Looking down, he thought to himself: "my God, this girl is truly beautiful," as his prick was surrounded by her ruby lips. It took a little more effort, because he was longer than Brees, but Penny managed to work her magic with her throat muscles, and swallowed all of him. She had to take frequent breaks to breathe, but she sucked on his length until she felt him twitch. Squeezing his balls, she drained them down her throat. Smiling from ear to ear, Wilson concurred with Brees: "that was incredible...she is a magician with her mouth."
O'Neill was still mauling her breasts and Penny was as horny as she had ever been when Coach Foster stated: "well let's see if she has any more magic orifices...I'd like to see her make my cock disappear." They all laughed hysterically as O'Neill hooked his hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. O'Neill led her over to the card table, which was round and covered with felt, used his arm to hastily clear away all the cards and chips and then urged her to lay back with her magnificent legs hanging down off the edge. Penny was so incredibly aroused that she spread her legs wide as a reflex when he stood between them. Her English teacher began to run his hands up and down her silky thighs, reveling in the feel of her flawless teenage flesh. Her plump mound was plainly visible through her closely cropped bush and he watched in amazement as her inner labia began to protrude and spread out.
Leaning in for a closer look, he found the scent of her arousal to be intoxicating and used his thumbs to part her lips, exposing her wet slit. With just the tip of his tongue, he tickled the sides of her opening; lapping from the bottom to the top. Her incredible ass wriggled against the felt as he slowly slid his tongue inside her hole. After exploring her tunnel and tasting her sweet nectar for several minutes, he withdrew his tongue and started to tickle her engorged clit with just the tip...just barely making contact. Penny's nude body convulsed and she screamed: "hooolllyyy shit." The truth was, no one had ever licked her pussy before.
Her juices were drooling down her inner thighs and dripping onto the edge of the card table as Coach Foster put his hand on O'Neill's shoulder and stated: "move aside...it's time we fucked this bitch." Stepping between her splayed legs, he lay his monster prick on her toned stomach and Penny got a new perspective of it's immense size. She knew her forearm was twelve inches long, and his meat had to be at least two inches longer; and as fat as the thick part, just below her elbow. If she had been sober, she would have been apprehensive; even frightened; but now she just wanted to feel it inside her. She needed to be fucked. At this point in her life, she had only had two different pricks inside her; and neither had been over seven inches. Foster backed up and pressed his huge crown against her slit. Looking down, Penny thought it looked like a big, purple naval orange.
She could feel the pressure against her opening as he pushed forward; and could see the tip spreading out as it tried to gain entrance. Having trouble penetrating her, Foster told her: "you have a tiny hole, Penny, but don't worry, I'll take care of that." He grasped her slender waist with both hands and increased the pressure against her mound, finally lunging forward.
Trying to relax, she watched as his giant head split her slit and disappeared into her pussy. "Oh my God," she squealed as she felt her slit spread farther than it ever had. Pausing just long enough to smile, Coach Foster began to push forward, his monstrous cock stretching every inch of Penny's cunt as it advanced inside her. She could feel every inch of her hole stretching to it's limit as his gigantic pole slid further up inside her. Inch by inch, it felt like someone was driving a tractor-trailer up her tunnel. Penny knew in her semi-lucid mind that she should be feeling pain as he invaded her tiny pussy, but all she felt was pure ecstasy. "Oh my God...oh my God," she screamed as his horse-cock stretched her cunt wider than it had ever been.
Her magnificent nude body quivered again and again as he scraped every nerve ending in her tunnel, her vaginal muscles grasping him even tighter. Looking down, she could see that her tummy was distended by the huge organ penetrating her. Finally his scrotum bumped against her ass cheeks and his crown crushed her womb. Unbelievably, he flexed his muscle inside her and Penny's head thrashed back and forth, her blond hair whipping against the felt on the card table; her legs flailed aimlessly out to the sides. Squealing: "yessssss," she flushed her tunnel with her own lubrication and jammed her pubic bone against his pelvis. When he began to slowly withdraw, again scraping her lining, she gasped: "holy fucking crap...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me."
Coach Foster heeded her wish and began to fuck the gorgeous blond cheerleader, alternating his speed from slow to fast, first stretching her and then letting her tunnel shrink. In and out of her sopping wet cunt, he rammed his giant pole, with every thrust stretching her again. "Fuck me...fuck me...stretch my fucking cunt," she yelled as he hammered her hole. The only thought going trough her head at the moment was: "holy shit I love being fucked with this big black cock." Standing up straight, Foster looked down at her incredible naked body and could swear his prick got even harder. Unlike in later years when they would spread out; her amazing tits were totally firm and stood straight up like mountain peaks. With every thrust they would jiggle like Jello molds.
