Stacie saves her coach

Stacie gently slid a finger into her stretched asshole. "It was so tight yesterday..." she thought. She felt cum ooze out of her and onto her finger when she heard the door open. "Johnnie, bro. What the hell'd you send me? That bitch was smokin'!" Stacie heard the men laughing and chattering as the water ran over her body. She delicately felt her pussy; and realized that not only had she lost her virginity, she'd tossed it to the wolves. She thought about her coach, and was glad he was the first; but she was terribly ashamed at her own sluttishness.

"She's in the shower now. When she gets out, help yourself. We're taking off." she heard one of them say. Her composure was coming back. She was a respected senior on a state champion-level volleyball team that came from an upper-middle class home. Her GPA was excellent, and she prayed when she could.

"Cool. Looked like she was really down for anything." was the reply she heard. She held her breath, and thought to herself.

"Okay Stacie. What's done is done. They got you drunk and you went with it. You are sober now..." she thought, but she had to admit she was sober well before she was begging for a cock in her ass. She winced at the thought as she turned the knob to "off". She heard another voice, and her breath caught in her lungs.

"Hey, that bitch looked like...Stacie. Come to think of it, ain't you my ex PE teacher?" she heard someone say in a very ghetto voice.

"I..I don't know what you are..."

"McGill! Shit! You got me expelled!" she heard. Stacie stepped out of the shower. She found a towel as she listened to the scuffle outside the door.

"Wait, you don't...UGH!" Mr McGill said before she heard a loud thump outside the bathroom door. Her mind raced. She only had a couple of options. She heard another thud, and her coach wince and groan in pain. Stacie looked at herself in the mirror, and whispered a prayer.

"This'll teach you, you dumb muthafu...." the black youth said as she opened the door. Stacie stood with her naked frame illuminated by the bathroom lights. Mr McGill was on the ground with a bloodied lip. Johnnie, Jack, and Jim had left. In their place were two white kids and two slightly older black young men.

"Leave him alone." she said, painfully aware of her nakedness. The youths stopped beating her teacher, and slowly turned to her. She draped one arm over her breasts, and one over her sex. They rose slowly and advanced toward her. Mr McGill lay on the ground, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Or what?" the biggest of them said as he stepped forward. He towered over her at 6'4. He had an athletic frame and taught, ready muscles under black skin. Stacie turned to look at her coach. As their eyes met, he realized what she was about to endure on his behalf. He could never repay her in any way that would matter.

"Or I'll kick and scream and the manager will call the cops. Let him go and...and..." she hesitated, looking them over. Something inside urged her forward. "and I'm yours." she leaned forward and whispered "in every. single. hole." She leaned back, and saw his face screw up.

"A'aight."