A Consensual Non Consent Girl Plays Quarterback
Episode 4: Coach Sees How Bad She Wants it
The first day of practice for the Plymouth Butte Community College football team was set to begin shortly. It was a hot August day, and the scorching heat beaming down from the rays cast off the bright white sun above already had many of the players on the football field sweating even before the first whistle had blown.
It was shaping up to be the kind of day where water breaks and hydration would be key and this is what currently occupied the attention of the only female on the field among the many meandering and chatting football players.
This young woman with the golden shoulder-length curls tucked under a baseball cap with the team’s logo on it was bending over a set of three picnic tables that supported multiple water coolers filled to the brim with ice-cold water. She was placing out rows of paper cups as well as water bottles on the tables. As she was hunched over, setting out the cups and bottles, her plush perfectly shaped derriere and bare white creamy thighs stuck out tantalizingly to the eager eyes of the players in a pair of skimpy cut-off daisy dukes.
Even though her back was to the players, she knew they couldn’t help but look at her perfect ass. The thought of them lusting after her ass made her pussy wet. She loved male attention, which is why she did little to hide her assets, whether it was her peach-shaped ass or her balloon-sized bust, which at the moment was barely confined in a tight-fitting and cleavage-revealing white cami that she was wearing.
Her name was Fanny, and she was the student manager for the football team. This meant she was responsible for all the little things that made the team practices run smoothly — like putting out pylons, tackling dummies, setting up the jug machine that launched footballs for receivers, painting fresh lines on the field, and of course on a scorcher like today, making sure there was an endless flow of water.
Fanny loved being a part of the gears that helped the team turn, because she loved the team, and she was willing to do anything for the team.
And that meant anything.
Including taking dick.
Fanny was a regular cum bucket for the football team. Whenever a guy needed to stick his dick in something, Fanny was always there for them with three willing holes for them to use. Whether it was for blowjobs, pussy fucking, or asshole reaming, the guys on the team knew that Fanny was the girl to see. The way she looked at it, college guys — especially athletes — needed to cum often, and as team manager, why shouldn’t she help them out in this regard as well?
Not to mention, her hunger for cock was insatiable. She loved dick so much that she could never get enough. No matter the size, color, age, or circumcision status, she never met a penis that she could refuse. She loved how they looked, how they tasted, and how they felt slipping into her throat, pussy, or anus. Best of all, she loved all the wonderful globs of cum that spurted out of their piss holes.
Fanny was a cum crazy nymphomaniac. It was this personality trait that led to her being recruited as the team’s student manager.
She was “discovered” by the team’s previous head student manager, when at a party, Fanny was getting double dicked on the dance floor. She was bent over between two guys, with one dick buried in her pussy and another fucking her face. She and the guys she was getting fucked by were the only ones participating in a lewd activity, and Fanny showed no shame in being the center of everyone at the party’s shocked attention.
After the guys had finished with her and she went to the bathroom to clean up, the former student manager introduced herself to Fanny in the restroom and said, “Hey girl, if you like dick that much, you should help me out as an assistant team manager.”
“But I don’t know anything about football,” Fanny replied.
“Ah, football is only part of the job. The real important thing about the job is being a free-use fuck toy for all the horny boys on the team. Coach Donnelly thinks a team plays better if the boys have easy access to pussy.”
Once it was explained to Fanny how much cock she would be getting as a student manager, she agreed to accept the job. That was two years ago when she was a sophomore. Now as a senior, the team manager who had recruited her was long gone, and now it was Fanny who was the head team manager.
From what Fanny understood, ever since Coach Donnelly took over the team, all the team managers had been girls, and their acceptance of being fucked on the regular was a prerequisite for the job. It was also their job to recruit like-minded girls.
Last year, Fanny had recruited a sophomore, who she thought would be perfect for the job. It turned out to be a mistake. The girl was not as much of a sex freak as Fanny had hoped, and now the whole team was in trouble because of Fanny’s error in judgment. The girl’s name was Susan, and she turned out to be a grade A bitch who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
In the beginning, Susan seemed to be a perfect choice. She was always willing to give a guy a blow job or spread her legs for them when they demanded. Her only limit was anal. She always told the guys her back door was off-limits. Fanny and the other guys on the team never pressured her about it, and Fanny assumed the girl would eventually grow out of it, and accept anal one day. All sluts did, and Susan was definitely a slut.
Then came the night on the bus, where everything changed.
The team was coming back from playing a game in another city on the team bus. The team had won, which was a rare occurrence for the Plymouth Butte team, and they were celebrating by getting shit-faced drunk on the bus. It was a regular bacchanalia on the bus — guys doing shots, shotgunning beers, and Fanny and Susan getting passed around from cock to cock.
At one point, after blowing two different guys, Susan and Fanny began making out with each other passing the cum in their mouths from tongue to tongue, giving the guys a real good show. Their lesbian make-out session kept upping in intensity. They went from sucking on each other’s titties, fingering one another, to a full-on sixty-nine where they sprawled out over one of the bus’s two-seater benches, and ate out one another’s pussies. The whole team was enjoying the show, cheering them on and pouring liquor and beer all over their naked bodies. It was a really hot sex session, and Fanny, who was on the bottom half of the sixty-nine was enjoying the hell out of it.
Then Coach Donnelly came up, drunk off his ass, fly open, and his raging boner in his hand.
“Fucking hell,” he slurred, “I got to get me some of Susan’s hot ass.”
Coach Donnelly got behind Susan, who was on the top half of the sixty-nine, with her ass facing the aisle. He then began poking his cock at Susan’s ass cheeks.
Susan stopped licking Tiffany’s pussy and looked over her shoulder at Coach Donnelly. “No coach,” she said, “not my ass. Remember, I don’t do anal”
“Fuck that shit,” Coach Donnelly snapped with drunken anger. “I’ll stick my dick anywhere I damn well please. Fanny, hold that bitch tight, while I fuck her shitter.”
Fanny, who would do anything for the team, meant she was willing to do anything for Coach Donnelly as well.
From where she was, with her back on the bus bench, on the bottom half of the sixty-nine, Fanny grabbed on tight to Susan’s thighs. Then she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around the back of Susan’s head and neck, forcing Susan’s nose into her snatch.
With Fanny’s legs around Susan’s head and her arms around Susan’s thighs, try as she might, Susan couldn’t break the lock Fanny held her in. She was helplessly held in place in Fanny’s grasp
Coach Donnelly, heavily inebriated, futilely tried to slip his cock between Susan’s ass cheeks. He turned over to the nearest player and ordered the young man to spread Susan’s ass cheeks. The player happily agreed, and reached over the back seat of the bus bench and spread Susan’s ass open wide. With her anal ring exposed, the girl screamed, but no one cared.
With the way wide open before him now, Coach guided his cock tip to Susan’s back door entrance. She cried and squirmed, but Fanny’s tight grip prevented her from escaping from the anal ravishing she was about to receive. Coach Donnelly poked his cock at her asshole but it was sealed tight. It wouldn’t allow him entry.
“You need some lube, Coach,” a player helpfully suggested. The player then took a beer and poured it all over Susan’s asshole. The foam of the beer bubbled and pooled on her ass crack. “Now give it a try,” the player said.
With a grunt, Coach Donnelly harrumphed and gritted his teeth as he pushed his cock into Susan’s virgin asshole. The head slipped in. Susan wailed.
“Calm the fuck down,” Coach said. “It’s only the tip.”
Then coach pushed harder, and with a heavy plunge, his whole cock went balls deep into Susan’s anal canal. She shrieked in response,
“There we go,” Coach Donnelly chuckled. “Now you got something to cry about.”
“Give it to her good coach,” the player who had poured the beer onto Susan’s ass yelled.
“Yeah, coach,” the boy who held Susan’s ass cheeks added excitedly. “Fuck her ass good.”
“Damn right,” Coach Donnelly said, pulling his cock back a bit from Susan’s ass before driving it back into her sphincter. “She’ll be an anal queen by the time I’m finished.
“Oh god, Coach,” Susan screamed. “Please stop it. It hurts!”
“That’s because you’re clenching,” he said slapping her ass cheek. “Stop clenching and take this dick. Fanny, lick that bitch’s pussy while you’re down there, that’ll get her off.”
“Sure thing, Coach,” Fanny said from her position below Susan.
Fanny then went to work at tongue fucking Susan’s cunt, while Coach Donnelly’s cock fucked Susan’s asshole. And so it went. Fanny licking fervently into the folds of Susan’s snatch and Coach Donnelly pushing and pulling his cock wildly into her rear.
Lick, cock push, lick — this was the current rhythm of Susan’s life as she was sandwiched between Coach Donnelly and Fanny. Lick, cock push, lick.
Even though her ass was hurting, there was a pleasure forming inside her. The cock in her ass was pushing on a pleasure button she didn’t know she had, and the tongue on her pussy was only increasing the stimulation.
The team was enjoying it too. They were huddled around the debauched seen chanting like spectators in a stadium.
“Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!” the boys on the bus cheered.
For Susan, she was experiencing a conflicting mix of sensations. On one hand, there was the shame of being taken violently and without consent, but on the other hand, it felt so damn good. Thanks to Fanny eating her pussy, the pain from the cock in her butthole was gone, replaced by enjoyment. Still, at the same time, her helplessness scared her. It also excited her. Eventually, she gave into the pleasurable sensations, ignoring the negative emotions, and let the waves of pleasure pass through her. Soon she was panting huskily, and to her own surprise she screamed out in an unrecognizable voice, “Yes, coach, fuck my butthole. Fuck it good. Fuck it hard.”
Coach Donnelly needed no further encouragement. He humped like a wild man, driving his manhood in and out of her virgin anus with reckless abandon.
“Oh shit!” Susan screamed as her legs began to tremble. “I’m cumming”
The orgasm passed through her like a whipsaw. It racked her legs, shivered in her belly, and tingled throughout her limbs. It flexed and unflexed every one of her muscles in a series of tremendous shakes. Even her asshole and the squeezing of her butt ring gripped tight on Coach Donnelly’s cock. He couldn’t hold out anymore.
“I’m cumming too,” he announced in a wild roar. Spurt after spurt of hot juicy semen shot from his balls and out of his dick into Susan’s rectum.
“Oh yes,” Susan cried excitedly, “cream my shit hole, Coach!”
Her asshole sucked on Coach Donnelly’s dick, milking every drop of semen from his man rod. When the last drop of cum had been expended from his cock, Coach Donnelly pulled it out of her rear with a loud audible pop. Susan’s ass stayed gaped for a few seconds, and cum dribbled out. The team cheered wildly, and Susan collapsed on Fanny in exhaustion.
Fanny slid out from beneath her and sat in a way so Susan’s head rested in her lap. Susan was dog-tired and dozing off as Fanny stroked her hair.
“We should let her sleep guys,” she told the players. No one disagreed and went back to their seats, happy for the show they had been treated to.
After that moment, Susan never returned to the team. Even though at the time of her sodomizing, her body’s desire had overcome her initial resistance, as the days wore on she began to feel ashamed of the whole event. She felt that she had to do something, that she had to tell her story.
A couple of weeks after her ass fucking by Coach Donnelly, the account of what had happened on the team bus was published in the Plymouth Butte Newspaper. The title on the front page was in big bold print
“Forced Sodomy on School Bus”
When reached for comment, all the players, Coach Donnelly, Fanny, and even the bus driver banded together and said Susan’s story was a lie. They said no sex had happened on the bus, and Susan was making it up for attention.
It might have ended there, as an unprovable he said she said story, but when a former student team manager, one who predated Fanny’s involvement with the team, came forward to the paper, claiming that Coach Donnelly used and abused girls on the regular, people began to credit Susan’s story as authentic. Then more and more accusations appeared. A girl who had once donned the costume of the team mascot reported that in applying for the job, Coach Donnelly demanded a blowjob. Next were a former player and his ex-girlfriend. The player and the ex-girlfriend said that Coach Donnelly had sexually abused her as well.
With so many people stepping forward, the school’s dean stepped in and opened an investigation.
As of today, this hot August day which was the first day of football practice for a new season, the investigation was still open and ongoing.
Fanny tried not to dwell on that as she finished setting up the table with cups of water. For the moment, the team was still active, Coach Donnelly was still the coach, and she was still a happy free use slut for any player that wanted to use her. She wondered though, what was going to happen after she graduated. This was her last year, and she needed to find a girl to replace her as team manager, a girl who loved cock like her and most importantly would keep her mouth shut.
As Fanny thought about this, she saw a tall redhead with her hair in a ponytail walking across the field towards her.
She’s hot, Fanny thought. If she’s a cock fiend like me, Coach Donnelly would be happy to have her as the next student team manager.
The girl made a b-line towards Fanny and was now standing in front of her.
“Hi,” the girl smiled at Fanny, “are you, Fanny?”
“The one and only,” Fanny replied. “What can I do for you?”
“My name’s Tiffany,” the girl said. “I just got signed up for the team. I was told you could help me with pads and a helmet.”
Fanny looked at her with a look of shock. “You’re on the team?”
“Yeah,” Tiffany smiled sheepishly. People were always shocked when she told them she was a football player.
“As what?” Fanny questioned. “The holder for the kicker?”
“No,” Tiffany frowned, “I’m a quarterback.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Fanny laughed loudly. “A girl quarterback? You got to be shitting me.”
Tiffany didn’t look amused. “Look, are you going to help me or not?”
Fanny paused. As unbelievable as it was, Fanny could tell this girl was serious. “You’re not joking are you?”
“No, I’m not,” Tiffany replied icily, obviously frustrated by Fanny’s doubt.
‘Sorry,” Fanny held up her hands defensively. “It’s just that I’ve never seen a girl play football before. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“It’s ok,” Tiffany sighed. “So, can you help me with the helmet and pads?”
“Yeah,” Fanny nodded. “I sure can, c’mon, let’s get you fitted.”
As Tiffany followed Fanny, Fanny knew right away, that this season was going to be a season like no other.