Hi, it’s me Nancy again. I love hearing from all of you, so don’t stop writing to me. This next experience I’m writing about is Part 2 of my Road Trip. A little background for this story: It takes place the 1st night of the tournament - about 5 or 6 hours after my blowjob with the black basketball player.
I had gone out to dinner with the other cheerleaders and while eating we noticed that the basketball coach and his assistants were eating at the same place. We thought nothing of it, so after dinner (and faking some IDS for those of us underage gals), we left for a nightclub. We got into the nightclub with little trouble (I applied a lot of make-up to help hide my age - god did I look like a whore). I was in a white button-up blouse, bra, black mini-skirt, thongs, and heels. They simply looked us all over, glanced at the IDs and then waved the whole group of us in. About 30 minutes later, the coach and his assistants showed up. No one thought much of this, but I had been getting the feeling that the coach had been starring at me during dinner, and I was now getting paranoid that he was following me. I dragged Karen into the bathroom and ran my theory past her. She agreed it was possible that the coach learned of my “support” of Percy and that possibly he was looking for some action from me too. I told her she was crazy, but that I would try and find out what was up.
Karen and I left the restroom, she headed out to the dance floor, I back to our table. When I got back, I was alone, as all the other gals had also gone out to the dance floor. I starred at my empty drink cup for a few moments, when a deep masculine voice said, “I here Percy’s doing good.”
My heart jumped into my throat, I looked up and saw the coach looking down at me. He sat down in an empty chair and informed me he knew what went on in the locker room. I started to deny it, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t lie to me girl, I saw you enter and exit the locker room during the game. Cheerleaders don’t belong back there. Plus Percy has told me you give some pretty good head. I like that in a white girl. So how about some for the coach?“
I was shocked, our basketball coach, a tall, well built dark black man (about 6’5 and 225+ lbs), good looking, and married was hitting on me. I also knew I was in deep, not only did I break school rules by entering the boys locker room, hell, I was breaking the law just being in this club (forget the fact I was drinking). I was both nervous and excited, I could feel my nipples getting hard and my panties getting wet, I quickly answered the coach, “Yes”.
With that we were both out the door and catching a cab for the hotel. To avoid any of the faculty members from finding out about us, he gave me the key to his room and told me he would follow me up in about 5 minutes. I entered the lobby as he stood outside smoking. I thought, for only a moment, about going straight to my room - cause I knew if I went to coach’s room, I was going to get fucked. I thought about my boyfriend, but quickly found thoughts of him, replaced by thoughts of just how big the coach was. How thick he was, how experienced he was. This was enough to convince me to go. I quickly rode the elevator up to his room. I slipped inside, making sure no one saw me, and then sat down on the bed to wait for him.
About 2 or 3 minutes after I entered the room, I heard the door knob turn. I went into the bathroom and waited. “Nancy, get your sleazy white ass out her bitch!”, I head the coach yell.
I came out of the bathroom, he had already stripped down to his boxers and I could see his cock growing under them. He looked me over and said, “What the fuck you doing still dressed. Take your clothes off and start sucking.“
I quickly removed all my clothes, dropped to my knees before him and started sucking his cock. He was big (at least 12 inches) and thick. I could tell from just looking at his cockhead that I was going to have trouble getting that piece of dark meat in my mouth without a bit of work, so I started off just tonguing his cockhead, shaft and balls. As I kissed up and down the length of his still stiffening shaft, the coach let out a low moan. I nibbled on his shaft as my small white hands began to knead his big, heavy black balls. I started flicking my tongue across his big cockhead, while tugging and squeezing on his balls. The coach was moaning louder. I took this as a que, and inhaled as much of his thick black missile as small white mouth could fit in and began sucking it again. As I worked up and down his shaft, I would swirl my tongue around his cockhead and shaft. "Oh ya. That's right. Use that tongue on my cock bitch," the coach told me. I began to suck harder, working to increase my suction on his cock. The coach’s cock was throbbing really hard in my mouth, he placed his hands on the side of my head and began to fuck my face. Try as I might, I only managed to get about 8 or 9 inches of him totally into my mouth. He looked down at me, struggling to work his massive black member in and out of my ’O’ shaped red lips, and then proceeded to fuck my face faster, pulling me in towards his crotch. I cupped his muscular butt cheeks in my hands and rubbed them as he pumped away at my face. “Ya bitch, I’m gonna lose it”, was all the warning he gave me. The next thing I knew, the flood gates of his cock opened up and his nigger jizz was flowing down my throat. Remembering back to my struggles with Percy’s load, rather then swallow deep a few times, I just kept swallowing and swallowing. He grunted a few times before pulling his cock out of my mouth and wiping what cum was left across my forehead. As he did this I suckled on his balls for a few moments.