Ever since Tiffany was a little girl, she could throw the shit out of a football.

When other girls were playing with dolls she was in the backyard with Dad launching the pigskin in tight zip line spirals. It wasn’t something she had to be taught. It just came to her naturally.

In elementary school, she played flag football with the boys and was a standout at the quarterback position. When she got to junior high, she tried out for the tackle football team. She threw the ball better than any boy that tried out that day. The coach was blown away by her arm. The coach made her his starting quarterback on the spot.

The coach’s decision paid off.

Not only did Tiffany’s junior high team win a championship, but she ended up breaking the school’s all-time passing records.

When Tiffany reached high school, it was different. She got her first taste of sexism. No matter how talented she was, the coach of her high school team wanted nothing to do with a girl on his football team. That’s when her dad stepped in.

He wrote a strongly worded letter laced with legalese to the athletic director of the school district criticizing the coach of Tiffany’s high school football team. After reading terms like “Title IX” and “violation“, the fear of a lawsuit spurred the school district into pressuring the football coach of Tiffany’s high school to make a spot for her on the roster. So with great reluctance, he did.

But the coach had no intention of giving her a shot at playing in a game. He buried Tiffany on the depth chart as the fourth-string quarterback.

Tiffany went through freshman and sophomore years without ever seeing the field. It looked like she was destined for the bench, and she would have stayed there if not for a series of fortunate events occurring in her junior year of high school that led to her seeing the field.

It started with the third-string quarterback being unable to suit up for a game due to illness. Then during the same game that the third-stringer missed, the first and second-string quarterbacks were injured. This left the coach with no other choice than to put Tiffany in the game.

By the time Tiffany took the field, it was the fourth quarter and her team was losing by three touchdowns. Despite the deficit, Tiffany went on to lead the team to a come-from-behind victory in a dramatic fashion. Not only did she score the go-ahead touchdown on an awe-inspiring Hail Mary pass in the final play of the game, but she also ended the game with a total of five touchdowns thrown.

From that moment forward, the coach instantly forgot his reasons for keeping her on the bench and kept her on as the starter all the way through the end of her senior year.

Tiffany’s senior year was one for the record books. Just like she had in middle school, she broke the all-time passing records for her high school. Though her team fell short of a championship after losing in the playoffs, it had been one of the school’s most successful years as they finished ranked in fourth place in the state.

Based off her statistical highs and the team’s success, Tiffany expected scholarship offers to play college football to pour in. But none came. She like everyone else knew the reason why — it was because she was a girl. Any boy who had the stats that she had during high school would have been offered a scholarship to play college football.

Discrimination and sexism would have ended Tiffany’s football career if it hadn’t been for her father.

One day, after seeing dried tears on his daughter’s cheeks under puffy red eyes, Tiffany’s dad asked her why she had been crying. When she confided to him that she had been crying over her lack of college offers he told her not to give up hope.

“Life only goes the way you want, if you go the way you want,” he told her. “C’mon and let’s get to work.”

Being her biggest fan, her father had filmed every one of her games. Together, they scoured through the video footage of all her games and made a mini highlight reel of her best plays from high school. Then they sent those highlights to every division one college in the country.

Some of the colleges she had sent her highlights to were nicer in their replies than others, responding politely by informing her that while they thought she was a good quarterback, they currently didn’t have an open spot for her on the roster.

But the majority of colleges were a lot more brutal in how they responded to her sending them her highlight reel. They said things like “no way in hell will this program have a girl as the quarterback,” or “the only spot for girls on the football field is on the sidelines as cheerleaders”; one even wrote back callously, “Is this a fucking joke?”

But Tiffany and dad didn’t give up easily. Even though they felt her talent merited a division one opportunity, Tiffany swallowed her pride and began contacting division two and three schools. Whether it was division one, two, or three, Tiffany decided the level of college football wasn’t as important as actually being able to accomplish her dream of playing college football.

So she sent her highlight tape to school after school, all around the nation, hoping to at least get one to give her the opportunity that she so desperately wanted.

Eventually, the perseverance paid off.

A football coach for a little-known school called Plymouth Butte Community College phoned Tiffany in the middle of August. To say the phone call was a surprise was an understatement. By August the football season was only a few weeks away and schools had already put their rosters together. Nonetheless, here was a football coach calling Tiffany and offering her an opportunity for a spot on his team.

He introduced himself as Coach Donnelly and he told her he was impressed with the video that she sent him. He said he had a spot for her on the team, but before giving it to her he’d like to meet her in person first.

“Was she interested in a meeting?” Coach Donnelly asked over the phone.

“You bet your ass I’m interested,” Tiffany nearly responded. This Coach Donnelly was the one and only coach to offer her something. Of course, she was interested in meeting. Hiding her enthusiasm Tiffany demurely replied to Coach Donnelly, “Sure thing, Coach, a meeting is no problem.”

Plymouth Butte Community College was three states away in a small town Tiffany and her father had never heard of, but that didn’t stop them from google mapping directions, packing up the car, and hitting the road.

A couple of days and a few hundred miles of road trip later, Tiffany was now sitting in Coach Donnelly’s office.

“Well, if you’re half as good as the video you sent me, you’d be a step up from the talent we usually get around here,” Coach Donnelly said.

Coach Donnelly was an older man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair poking out from beneath the baseball cap he wore and covering his chin in a goatee. He had a huge barrel chest, thick hairy arms, and was a lot taller than Tiffany. With a mix of paunch and muscle, his body was the definition of a “dad bod”.

He was sitting behind a chipped and cheap wooden desk that had a chaotic mess of strewn out papers and a broken laptop computer decorating its surface. A wilted fichus plant was in the corner of the office, and a plaque that read 1994 champions was on the wall above him. The plaque was a forgery. The school had never won a championship, but Coach Donnelly liked to pretend they had and banked on no one giving a shit enough to look into the school’s sporting history from 30 years ago to call him out on the fake plaque.

Tiffany was sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk. She was a lot sexier than Coach Donnelly had expected. He thought she’d be some pudgy little butch dyke with a military crew cut and a pig’s nose. But to Coach Donnelly’s happy surprise, Tiffany was one fine-looking hot piece of ass.

The first thing he noticed about her when she walked into his office was her big ass tits that were nearly bursting out of her tight midriff revealing short cut shirt. Next were her beautiful green eyes that contrasted wonderfully with the long auburn hair she currently wore in a ponytail. He liked dark red heads like her, especially the color of the copper-colored pubes on their pink pussies.

Last, but not the least pleasing aspect of Tiffany’s stunning physique to Coach Donnelly’s eyes, was Tiffany’s shapely legs and ass, both of which were prominently visible as well as their every line and curve in the tight-fitting sweat pants. For Tiffany what she was wearing was just normal sporting attire. But for Coach Donnelly, his dick swelled at the sight of her as soon as she stepped into his office and his mind was filled with thoughts of bending her over his desk and pulling on her ponytail then and there.

“Thing is, I gotta admit, it’s quite unusual having a girl on a team,” Coach Donnelly continued, his eyes plastered on Tiffany’s tits. “It kinda worries me, you know. I’m afraid of what will happen to you when you get hit. This isn’t high school missy. These are some big boys you’ll be playing against.”

“No need to worry about that, Coach,” Tiffany replied quickly, her voice full of desperation. “I can take a hit. Just give me a chance.”

Coach Donnelly lifted his eyes from Tiffany’s breast and looked her in the eyes. The girl was anxious, a nervous wreck. She had been oozing desperation and a desire to impress from the moment she walked into his office. Coach Donnelly rightfully assumed there weren’t many colleges offering a girl an opportunity to play on their teams, and could tell this meeting with him was a make or break for her.
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Shit, if it hadn’t been for accusations of sexual harassment against him, he wouldn’t be offering her an opportunity either. But as things stood, he was in hot water with the dean and school board, and was currently under investigation for sexual abuse, harassment, and “cultivating a chauvinistic anti-woman culture”.

It was all horse shit as far as Coach Donnelly was concerned.

What they called “sexual predation”, he called getting his dick wet.

Still, he had to do something to get the powers that be off his ass. He was hoping putting Tiffany on his team would save his job. It was a long shot, but it was the best thing he could think of for repairing his image. He figured having a girl at quarterback would prove to the world he wasn’t a sexist and hopefully put an end to the investigation. Tiffany didn’t know it, but he wanted her on the team just as badly as she wanted to be on the team.

Still, there was no need for Tiffany to know that her presence on the team would be saving his ass, Coach Donnelly decided. She was a hot little thing with a great ass and nice tits, and in his experience, the best strategy to getting your dick in hot little coeds like that was by making them think that letting him fuck them was in their interest, not his. This wasn’t Coach Donnelly’s first power dynamics rodeo.

Coach took a deep breath and put his elbow on his desk and rested his chin on his knuckles. He wanted to give the image of a man resistant to the choice before him. It was all an act.

“So you really want to do this, eh?” Coach asked with a long drawn-out sigh.

“Yeah coach, it’s been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I can play, you’ve seen the tape.”

“Well, you got to really want it, you know?”

“I assure you I do. No one wants it as bad as me.”

Coach clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

Coach Donnelly then did something that caused Tiffany’s eyes to stretch wide in horror and her brain to freeze numb. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. He then slid his pants and underwear down to the top of his pale white thighs and exposed his semi-hard cock to Tiffany’s rapidly blinking and bewildered eyes.

She felt like she should say something, curse him out, tell him to fuck off, protest in some way, but she was so stunned by the brazenness of it all, that all she could manage to do was stare blankly like a dumb mute as Coach Donnelly tugged on his cock.

It was Coach Donnelly who broke the silence. “Alright, Tiffany,” he grinned, “let’s see how much you want this opportunity.”

Finally, Tiffany was able to find her voice. It came out in a choked whisper, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“You see Tiffany, this is my prick,” Coach replied matter-of-factly as he pointed his stiffening rod at her, “and I want you to get your knees and suck it right into your fucking throat.”

Tiffany was still having trouble trying to process the situation that she was in, but finally, like a lightning bolt striking her brain, the fog of incomprehension dissipated in a flash, and she suddenly understood what was happening – she was being sexually harassed!