# 13
Part Four
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“HOLY SHIT JO! What the hell did you do to your hair?” The guys were standing around gawking at her new haircut. They had finished painting the outside of “JoMo”, the van that they had built for her in shop class. It was, frankly, a great pussy palace, and they all loved fucking Jo more than almost anything else in their lives. This way they would be able to enjoy her incredible body during lunch hours and after school without having to find a house to go to, and assume the risk getting caught.

All of them, Josi and the guys, were over eighteen. They all made sure of that. It was a minimum requirement for being allowed to join their close-knit little group. And Jo was each of the guys’ first piece of ass. So there was no worry about diseases.

The various members of their little close-knit group were first of all good friends. If it were not for that, they would never have discovered Jo’s passions. And they had all sworn to keep their mouths closed about the sex. Josi made it clear that if she ever found out one of them had bragged, they would never crawl between her delectable gams again.

They knew Josi well enough that they had no doubt in their mind she meant exactly what she said. She was one of those rare people that only stated the truth. There was not one of the guys that didn’t periodically fantasize about marrying the hard bodied intelligent athletic young woman.

But Josi never said “I love you” to any of them unless it was to all of them. And she did. She did love each and every one of them in her own way. But she was not the kind of woman who could be tied down to one guy. At least not now. Maybe in the future, she admitted to herself. But for now, LOTS of sex, and that meant more than one man for damn sure, was what kept her cranked up and happy.

Yes, four horny teenager boys were about right. More than that and it took far too long, and any fewer cocks fucking her would not get her past her delirious threshold of feeling satiated.

So their little group worked well for everyone involved.

“Nice paint job guys!” Josi pronounced as she walked around the freshly painted van. The front of the van was painted as the face of a cat, with flames coming out of its nose, eyes, and ears that caressed their way back along the van until at the rear end was the tail of the cat seemingly unscathed by the flames as it flaunted itself to cars trailing behind it.

Yeah, that pretty much described what this van was about all right!

“SSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHMOOOOOOOKIN!”

They all cracked up.

“Damn, hey guys, I only have a half hour until I have to be there. You guys up for priming me?”

They were all hard before they were inside the van. Josi pulled her short dress up and pulled her panties aside, then asked in a seemingly innocent child’s voice “Anyone know what this is for?”

The guys knew they had very little time, so they all crawled on one after another, pumping their beloved sex goddess full of their cum as quickly as they could. Josi’s incredible body was spasming hard before even the first of their pricks emptied its thick aromatic crème into her wetness.




“All right guys, I need your support here. Remember, he has no idea I am a girl. If he finds out, the gig’s over. So call me Jo and nothing else. And treat me like a guy. OK?”

“So that is why you got your butch hair cut!” Mick exclaimed.

The guys all agreed to her rules of engagement as they strolled into the gym. They had all been there before when their school had played this rival team.

Coach Harlan was already there. He looked up, appraising the slim figure lad walking toward him. Couldn’t be more than about 5’ 9” he decided. And skinny! My god the lad was skinny!”

“You Jo?” Coach asked as he watched her walk toward him.

“Yeah” Josi swaggered. “What ya want me to do?” she asked, trying to keep her voice as low toned as possible.

The coach pointed at a series of tape marks around the floor of the basketball floor. “Shoot from each of those marks until you have made a basket, then move to the next one and start shooting again.”

Josi picked up a ball and walked to the first tape mark.

“GO JO! You can do it Jo!” she heard from her friends who were now seated comfortably in the bleachers.

She turned to face the basketball hoop and shot.

“SWISH!”

Coach retrieved tossed the ball back to her without saying a word.

Josi shot from the second mark.

“SWISH!” She had started to walk to the next mark as soon as she had shot, not even waiting for the ball to complete its trajectory.

The rest of the marks held no challenge for her either. Coach was impressed, but could not let it show. He had never, ever in his life seen a single person not only make every shot, but not even touch the rim of the hoop once in the sequence of shooting.

“OK, now let’s see if you can jump, young man.” He led Jo to the wall where he had carefully preserved the height to which each of his players could jump. Jo looked up and could see where the center for the team had reached. She smiled secretively.

“OK, now Joe, take this indelible marker and jump as high as you can and let’s see where you fall in our little recording scale here.”

Jo did so, easily marking a point over 12” higher than the current center’s best mark.

Coach had to control his growing enthusiasm.

The rest of the team passed noisily into the gym, babbling about various and sundry meaningless things, like who they had fucked the last weekend.

“Joe, have a seat over there on the bench while I get this practice started.” He pointed at the team’s bench.

The rest of the team looked at Jo appraisingly, seeing her baggy sweats, not the team colors they were wearing. The team logically assumed that Joe was their new water boy.

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