# 13
Part One


“Hey coach, let me buy you a soda. Then I want to show you something you really need to see!” From his six foot four inch frame, Derek smiled enigmatically down at his old high school basketball coach.

Coach had been overjoyed to see his star player from four years before when the high school team had taken state, not only winning the championship, but winning it decisively!

Coach was intrigued by Derek’s offer.

The two men got their Diet Pepsis, then drove the few blocks to the high school where there was a wild basketball scrimmage of rag tag players in progress. Coach recognized most of the players, they were players on his current flock of high school players, or at least in one of his gym classes.

As the two men sat there, coach realized that one of the players was clearly better than anyone else on the court. Not only could the player out-dribble any one else on the basketball court, the player could out-shoot, two to one, any one else playing.

As Coach sat there watching, he realized that the unknown player was not just a good shot, the player NEVER missed! A few moments after realizing that fascinating bit of information, Coach found himself thunder struck when he noticed that not only did the player never miss, the ball on every shot did not even touch the rim! Every time the mystery player shot the ball, the trajectory of the ball would take it to dead center through the rim . . . . . .”SWISH”! Every bloomin’ frickin’ time.

Coach turned to look quizzically at Derek. “Who the hell IS that?” Coach’s eyes swiveled back to watch. The player could not have been taller than about five foot eight inches tall. And the player was not what he would have considered well built. Couldn’t weigh more than 120 to 130 pounds. Tough to tell how old too. Narrow shoulders. But god could he jump! Clearly could out-jump anyone playing!

Coach knew one thing for sure! THAT player needed to be playing on HIS team!

“SO . . . . . Derek, spill the beans, just who the hell is that? Your kid brother or something?”

Derek chuckled softly. “Or something, Coach.” Derek started the car and drove coach back to his house, against Coaches vociferous protests.

Derek looked at Coach as he pulled up to his house. “I will try to talk that player into contacting you, OK?”

“You damn well better Derek ma boy, you damn well better!” Coach shook his head as he got out of Derek’s car. Something told Coach that the knowledge of who that player was would not be all good news.



“Josi! Get dressed honey! Jon will be here any minute!” Josi’s mother liked Jon. Maybe too much. Josi felt pressured by her mom to date him. Their relationship was one of friendship, not romance, as far as Josi was concerned. But Josi could not get her mom to understand that. It probably had something to do with Jon being from a good family, a high school sports hero, and already accepted to Stanford in pre-med.

Josi was a late child. In fact, Josi’s mother was already well past forty when she had conceived her. A pre-menopause baby for sure. As the “baby of the family”, Josi often felt considerable pressure to welcome being babied by her parents and older brothers, and generally accede to less-than-stellar life-time goals.

Josi’s mom considered Jon to be a prime candidate for a son-in-law, stellar marriage material for her baby girl. Her mother had not gone on to college, which conflicted in Josi’s goal of not only college, but graduate school. But in Josi’s mother’s mind, marrying the right man was the best a woman could do.

Josi called out “Yes mother! I’m almost ready!” Josi finished combing her short hair, then looked in the mirror one last time and skipped down the stairs to the entry of their modest home.

Josi’s mother looked disapprovingly at Josi’s baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans. “Oh honey! Can’t you at least wear a dress baby? Boys like girls that wear dresses!”

“MOTHEEERRRR! PLEASE! We are just going to a school dance for god’s sake!”

Thankfully, Josi was saved by the door bell. Jon bussed her cheek then re-opened the door for her as they left on their date.

Mother stood there, her mind full of visions of grand babies.




Part Two

“So, babe, you really want to go to the dance, . . . . or just go up and park right-a-way?” Jon grinned as he drove. He already knew her answer.

Josi grinned. “BOTH! But then you already knew that, bozo!” Josi already was stripping her blouse off, her smooth fragrant white skin illuminated by the headlights of the passing cars. She wore no bra as usual. Her firm smallish breast didn’t require the added support. Erotically, she arched her hips up and slid her jeans off her incredibly long, delectable legs.

“Sheeeeeeeeeeeezusss ssssssssssssssss ss!” Jon breathed. Every time his girlfriend ditched her clothes, Jon was reminded of just how perfect her body was. Then her hands were on his crotch, and he simply surrendered to her mouth. His penis was spurting cum before they even turned onto the road leading to the viewpoint. Josi’s mouth was so incredibly talented!

Josi was straining her neck trying to look into the other cars. “Where are the rest of the guys, Jon?” she asked with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

“Don’t worry baby, they’re coming! Give them a few seconds. We’re here a couple of minutes early anyway.” Josi’s long fingered hand on his soft cock was already bringing him back to life. Jon stretched his six foot three inch frame to give her a better angle on his lengthening dick.

A pair of lights swept across Jon’s windshield. Then a van pulled in beside them. Three young bucks got out of the van and came over to Jon’s car. Jon quickly recognized his buddies and rolled down his driver’s side window. The smell of the juniper trees after a rain wafted through into the car.

The young man stuck his head in the car and looked at Josi’s perfect naked titties. Josi felt her nipples hardening into receptive nubbins. “Well, little slut, meet Jomo!” He pulled his head back out of the window and patted the hood of the van. He leaned over again and stuck his head back inside. “Named her after you babe! Nice mattress and sexy lighting, all for our perfect little slut! Us guys built her in shop class just for you Jo!”

Josi, naked as a jay-bird, got out of Jon’s car and strode over to the side door of the van, opened it, and crawled in. She lay down on her back, spread her legs, and called out, “HEY! You slow ass mofos, get your behinds in gear and come in and feed my cock hungry cunt!”

The guys all chuckled good naturedly and climbed in behind her. Someone flipped on the interior mood lights. Someone else crawled into her saddle and began to hump her wetness. Josi began to urge him on, “Come on asshole! Fuck my cunt hard! Fuck my cunt like you mean it baby! Yeah, slam my cunt hard! Harder! HARDER! Oh god! OH GOD! OH GOD YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSS!!!!!”

Josi started cumming. Whimpering and mewling, she came continuously until the last of the guy had cum and could cum no more.

After the last guy crawled out of her saddle, Josi lay there still shuddering softly, shimmering in her orgasmic afterglow.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the van. One of the guys opened it. The face of the high school’s gang banger appeared.

“Open dis muthafuckin doah muthafucka! I be going to fuck da sheet outa da slut der!” The gang banger jerked the door open and crawled in. The guys who had been fucking Josi shrank back, unwilling to stand up for her.

Josi’s eyes slowly opened as the unwelcome intruder pulled his pants down, exposing a large and growing prick. Just as he placed his hands on her knees, as though to spread them wider for his turn at her cunt, Josi’s middle finger, bent into the second knuckle striking position, slammed into his cartilage just under his sternum.

The gang banger slumped forward, the wind knocked totally out of him. Bug-eyed and in pain, he lay gasping on the floor of the van.

Josi looked at Jon. “Get me a sixteen penny nail and your framing hammer out of your carpentry bags honey” she directed matter-of-factly. She looked at the other guys and told them to pick the gang banger up and put him astraddle of the thick limb of a nearby juniper tree.

Jon handed her the nail and his hammer. Josi reached under the gasping gang banger’s hips and pulled his cock out from under him, then drove a nail through his flaccid cock head into the rough tree limb below. The gang banger screamed in pain, cursing in-between gasping screams of pain.

Satisfied by her handiwork, Josi turned to Jon and asked matter-of-factly “You ready to go to that dance now sugar?” She took Jon’s hand and lead him back to his car. As she got in, she blew a kiss to the other guys that were still standing by the tree, gaping at the bare white ass of the gang banger still straddling the limb of the tree. The limb was turning red with blood under his impaled prick. It was the very first time in their life they had seen the bully so perfectly handled.

Relieved, and no longer afraid of the asshole that had bullied them for years, they started laughing. As they climbed back into Jomo, they could hear the humiliated boy screaming in pain, cursing them, vowing to kill them all.

They heard the next day that everyone had refused to help the hapless bully. Instead, the couples that had visited the viewpoint that evening had circled their cars around him, built a small bon fire, and roasted weenies in his honor.

The disgraced gang banger had begun to beg them for help after a few unbearable hours of shame.

The paramedics had finally come to rescue him about three the next morning, after everyone had gone home.

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