It's time for Coach King to join in!

"I think it's time I get some gratification." Coach King said.

"Yeah!" one of the girls screamed.

"Go ahead coach!"

"You're always doing stuff for us!"

"Why thank you girls." Coach King said with a smile. "Jasmine, get on all fours." Unable to fight, the ebony athlete got on her hands and knees. She screamed at her body to resist, but was unable to do anything. Coach King walked up to Jasmine, got on his knees, and undid his pants. He dropped them, revealing that he was already sporting a sizable erection. He grabbed and then ran his hands over Jasmine's large butt cheeks.

"I've always wanted to grab this ass." he growled. "You just run around tempting men with it." He spread her hips apart, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. He licked his lips and grabbed his dick. He rubbed the shaft against her opening, coating it in her juices. Then he lined it up with her canal. "Here goes!" He slowly pierced it into her, once the head poked inside, he lunged forward and slapped their hips together.

Jasmine gasped and moaned, feeling a shot of pleasure shoot up her body. She had expected to hate it, expected it to hurt, or to horrify her. Instead, her body sang, as the pleasurable tingling overwhelmed her senses. She could feel Coach King's dick throb inside of her. Coach King gave out a pleasurable sigh before pulling his girth back and slamming it back in. Jasmine's entire body jerked as another streak of pleasure went across her. How? How could she be liking this?

Coach King built up pace as his hands trailed up her sides. He laid his stomach against her back, as his hands found her breasts. He fondled them and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Jasmine gasped and whined, feeling the pleasure echo from two parts of her body.

"I love your moans." Coach King whispered in her ear. "Moan louder!" Jasmine obliged as the coach picked up his pace. He twisted her nipples between his fingers. The black student let out a shriek of pleasure as she trembled under delicate actions. He was playing her body like an instrument, and she was singing beautifully.

"Look at her scream!" one of the girls said.

"I guess she was always a whore!"

"Hey! We can't see! Let us watch!"

"Yeah," Coach King giggled. "let's give them a show!" He pulled his dick free with a loud pop. His shaft dripped with her juices, coating the gym floor. He then lay down on his back. "Get on top Jasmine, facing them." Jasmine's body instantly obeyed. She got up and squatted on top of the coach, facing away from him. All the other girls shuffled closer, grinning giddily. She grabbed his shaft and slowly sat on it. She could feel his large dick spread her open, inch by inch. She let out a pleasurable sigh as their hips met once again.

"Come on Jazzy, do the work!" Coach cried. Jasmine hated to be called Jazzy, nevertheless, she obliged. With her feet on the ground, and her knees bent, she began pulling herself up and down on the shaft. Each time their hips slapped together, a little more of her juices dripped down his dick, and onto his balls. Many of the girls giggled and pointed, as if it were cute. Every time she slammed her hips down, her ample ass jiggled, much to Coach King's pleasure.

The coach reached out and gripped her cheeks, moaning happily. He then began slapping them, causing Jasmine to yelp, leaving welts behind.

"I love that fat ass of yours!" the coach shouted. "Come on, grind on me!" Jasmine put her knees on the ground and began humping back and forth. She could feel Coach King's dick rotate around inside of her, stimulating more places than before. As much as she hated this, she could feel the heat and pleasure building inside of her. She knew her orgasm was coming, and it was going to be big. She closed her eyes and began panting. Her entire body blushed as her hips quivered.

It was clear she was losing strength. Coach King's hand scooped up under her hips. He began lifting her up and down, with him matching her thrusts. He reached even deeper inside of her, sending sparks up her entire body. She was getting close. She wasn't the only one. The coach held her up and began thrusting in a frenzy. He was gasping and painting, his hips quivering and his actions becoming irregular.

"Ohhhh, so hot!" he shouted. "You're insides are so hot! I'm gonna cum!"

Jasmine felt a bolt of fear. The orb had told them, if someone came inside of them, not only would they be pregnant, they would be slaves! He couldn't! He had to stop!