Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Ch. 02
Date: 03.03.2010
Keywords: Be, Girls, Ch., Black, Cheerleaders, Can't, 02,
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Miss Simons continued to lie on the dirty ground for some time, struggling to regain her strength. She had just barely finished the "Lap Run" and had remained immobilized for some time, completely forgetting that her large breasts and ass where freely exposed to anyone who could just happen to walk by.
To her luck, nobody did. As the coach look around, she noticed that the black cheerleaders who had been tormenting and humiliating her where nowhere to be seen. They had left their former coach practically naked in a cheerleading skirt alone on the practice field.
Miss Simons could still hear Trish's final words before leaving: "Congratulations Coach, your on the squad." This caused a mixture of feelings to course through her mind. Every time she recalled the words, she felt proud, but also sick.
Why had she submitted so easily to Trish, her cheerleading squad captain? Why did she dress up as a 13 year old cheerleader, running around like an idiot, breasts bouncing and flying, exposed ass jiggling, all for the honor of being Trish's cheerleader?
Because she wanted to.
Shame filled the coach as she realized how much she wanted to submit to the black girls. How she was so willing to make a fool of herself just so she wouldn't disappoint Trish.
Trish must have been right after all. White girls where naturally submissive to black girls. How else could she explain her desire to be Trish's "Little white cheerleader"?
As Miss Simons sat up, evidence of her submission was painfully obvious as she watched her tits spill over the tiny top. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh at how ridicules she looked.
She did neither.
Instead she got angry. She was the coach damit, she controlled this squad. So what if she felt the desire to kiss the feet of half the squad? She had a reputation to protect, not to mention her self respect as person or adult.
Quickly making sure there still wasn't anyone around, Miss Simons finally rose from the dirty ground, stuffed her breasts into the too small top, and lowered her micro skirt below the cheeks of her ass.
She was going to take back her cheerleading squad tomorrow, natural dominance or not.
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Trish smiled to herself as she allowed her mind to wonder, remembering the fool her coach had made of herself not 4 hours ago. It still amazed the young black girl at how easy it was, no matter how tough they thought they were, white women always seemed to want, even beg to submit to her.
"Ugh....23...tthank you my Queen!"
She could still remember the day when her mother showed her all about the facts of life. It happened as a little girl, when Trish came home crying from a bad grade her mean old white teacher gave her.
Furious, her mother confronted the teacher the very next day after school. Before her eyes, Trish watched as the once snobbish, strict teacher was reduced to nothing more than a submissive animal by her mother.
Trish got the first oral sex of her young life that day, and received an 'A' for the rest of the school year.
Since then, Trish has enjoyed dominating countless white girls, using them for her satisfaction. But today, Miss Simons had become the oldest woman she had ever attempted to control.
"..aaahhh....24....thank you my Queen!"
Yet as her mother had once told her, no matter how young or old they are, a white woman will always submit to the power and sexuality of a black woman. And it was true. She herself had reduced her proud, strict coach practically into her very own cheerleader. Trish just couldn't wait until tomorrow when she would make good use of Miss Simons.
"..ohhhh...ahhhh...25.....thank you my Queen!"
Sitting on her sofa, Trish looked down at the smooth, red ass bent before her. She really enjoyed these tension relieving sessions with Amber. She really took these whippings well. Hardly ever making a fuss, except for the incessant grunting.
If her parents only knew this is what she meant when she told them "I'm staying the night at friends place", they'd go nuts. Or at least her father would. Her mother would probably take her place right beside her.
"owe owe owe.......26.....thank you my Queen!"
Tomorrow would be a great day indeed.
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Miss Simons hardly slept that night. Just thinking about confronting Trish was filling her with anxiety. But it was something she had to do. This was her job. She couldn't just give it away to one of her own cheerleaders.
That afternoon, the coach watched as her girls filed into the locker room after school. As the girls began to change, she notice all the black girls, and especially Trish eyeing her. Most likely wondering if she was going to change into a cheerleading uniform as well.
But she didn't.
When all the girls had finished getting dress, Miss Simons finally spoke: "I want all you girls to go out to the field and stretch. Trish, please meet me in my office."
As the girls went out to the fields, Trish followed her coach into the office with a hint of humor on her face. Seemed her newest toy was going to put up a fight after all.
Miss Simons sat in her chair and motioned her captain to take the seat in front of the desk.
"But Miss Simons, aren't I the one who should be sitting in that chair?"
"Trish please, just sit down."
Trish sat.
"Now I am not really sure why I did what I did yesterday, but I want you to know that what you saw was not really me. I have no desire to become a cheerleader. I have worked for many years to become a well respected cheerleading coach and I want to make it clear to you that I will be the only one coaching this squad. Is that understood?"
The coach held her breath.
"Yes I understand Miss Simons."
Miss Simons blinked several times. Did she just hear correctly?
"Are you sure you understand Trish?"
"Perfectly. I have no desire to force you to do anything Miss Simons. If you want to be the coach of the squad, than that is your choice. Just like yesterday, you wanted to be my little white cheerleader. It was your choice."
"She's right" Miss Simons thought to herself. "It was I who so willingly put on the uniform. It was I who ran like a fool to become a cheerleader."
"So tell me Miss Simons, just so that we are both clear. Which do you want to be, a coach or a cheerleader?"
The coach paused. She wasn't sure what to answer. She was sure she wanted to be a coach. To be in control of the girls....but.....but it would be so wonderful to be a cheerleader to. To jump and twirl like all the other girls.
"Miss Simons, I'm waiting. Which do you want to be? My coach or my cheerleader?"
"Your....your...c..c...." The blushing, confused coach lowered her eyes.
"Let me make it simpler for your white girl brain. Do you want to order me around, or do you want I to order you around?"
Miss Simons didn't know what to say any more. In the back of her mind she knew, but her moist cunt had a different thought all together. To take orders from Trish. To dress up like a teenage cheerleader and submit to a black girl. Suddenly she felt Trish holding her chin and lifting her head up.
"Tell me sweaty, what do you want to be?"
Miss Simons whispered "Your cheerleader"!
Miss Simons felt her nipples harden at the admittens. Trish simply smiled at her conquest. They always submitted.
"Very well Miss Simons, than perhaps its time we inform the rest of the squad of your decision. I'm sure you'll fit right in with the rest of the white cheerleaders."
The adult felt her knees suddenly grow weak. She just couldn't admit it in front of her white girls. They had always looked up to her, admired her. How could she admit such a thing in front of them?
"Come Miss Simons, on we go."
The former coach couldn't help but obey. Trish was the coach now. She was the one giving commands. She sheepishly followed the black girl out of the locker room and into the open field. The sun still high above as she meekly followed behind the young girl. Her eyes quickly finding the backs of Trish's strong dark calves.
Within moments, the two females arrived at the group of stretching girls. The black girls seemingly knowing what to expect. The white girls with the look of beautiful innocence.
"Listen every one. There are going to be a few small changes here. It seems to me that our coach wants to change something. Go ahead Miss Simons, tell the girls what you want to change."
Everyone was looking at Miss Simons, her face blushing deeply, her eyes downcast.
"I....I want to.....be a....cheerleader!"
All the black girls roared up in laughter while the white girls inhaled in shock.
"What did you say coach?"
With a small tear of humiliation "I want to be a cheerleader!"
"But Miss Simons, wont that be just so silly, running around, jumping like a little teenage girl?"
Miss Simons shook her head yes.
But who would replace you as head coach? Who would you want to coach you?
"Miss Simons, practically crying announced to the crowd "Trish....I want Trish to be the head coach!"
The coach finally looked at the faces of her white cheerleaders. They looked upset, betrayed.
"Very well Miss Simons, I accept. But to be a cheerleader, you need the proper uniform. Strip!"
Miss Simons froze. Did Trish just tell her to get naked here? In front of all her girls? Looking around, she noticed the school football team practicing as well, off in the distance. She would die if they say her, naked.
Miss Simons looked pleadingly into her new coaches eyes.
"Come on young lady, we are all waiting."
In complete fear, Miss Simons began raising her sweater above her head. The black girls giggling as the former coach's bra became visible. Next she removed her shoes, followed be her sweat pants. The blushing adult stood now before all her former cheerleaders, in just a bra and panties.
"Miss Simons you must hurry, before there is no more time left to practice.
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Keywords: Be, Girls, Ch., Black, Cheerleaders, Can't, 02,
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