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Teacher Strips For The Team
by phbaja75 (no address provided)
A coach comes up with an incentive to get his players to
put all they have into the game.(M-teens+/F, voy)
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Author Note: This is a fictional story. In real life,
the author does not condone non-consensual sex in any
form. All characters are over 18.
***
It had been a long time since Banning High School had
any kind of a winning athletic team, but going into the
final game of the season, the basketball team had a good
shot at the league championship. Still, head coach Bill
Dark was wracking his brain thinking of ways to motivate
his team.
What could he promise his young players that would make
them play that much harder? He remembered when he was in
school. His team won a championship, and his coach took
the team out drinking. That's a possibility. He
remembered another story he heard about a coach that
hired a stripper for his winning team.
Hmm, that appealed to Coach Dark's lecherous side, he
would enjoy that, too. Who could he get? There weren't
any strip clubs around this small town. Someone in the
school? Maybe some of his players knew a real sleazy
slut that he could bribe or blackmail. He decided to
approach Joe and Rick, his team leaders, on the subject.
Joe and Rick were hanging out in the hallway outside the
locker room watching girls, when Coach Dark joined them.
"Who's the one with the firm ass?" he asked, nodding to
a petite brunette.
"Some Junior," replied Joe. Coach Dark had been coaching
Rick and Joe for a few years, and they were used to his
frank talk about girls.
After commenting on a few more girls, Coach Dark
approached them with his motivational plan. "If you boys
win Friday night, I want to give you a special reward.
I'm thinking about getting a stripper.
Joe and Rick looked at the coach, grinning. "That would
be real cool," commented Rick, and Joe agreed.
"Trouble is, I'm not sure who to get. I just might be
able to persuade the right girl. If you boys could see
anyone in this school naked, who would you pick?"
Rick was staring down the hall while listening to the
coach. "Here she comes now, Coach."
There were several girls coming down the hall, but Coach
Dark knew whom Rick was talking about. Mrs. Carlson, the
buxom blonde English teacher, was bouncing in their
direction. She was wearing a tight sweater, and as she
hurried down the hall, the teacher's breasts rose and
fell with each step. Ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom! All three
males kept their eyes glued on the jiggling pair. When
she had passed, the two teens moaned, and Coach Dark
chuckled.
"Coach," said Joe, "If you can get her to strip, every
last player would give a hundred and ten percent, or die
trying."
Coach Dark nodded. "I'll give it some thought, boys.
Good choice."
***
That big-titted bitch Marilyn Carlson was going to be
one tough nut to crack, thought Coach Dark. Married, in
her 30s, tenured, stuck-up, considered herself better
than the gym teachers. He'd seen a few faculty members
flirt with her, only to get ignored or rebuffed. Hell,
I'm one of those, he recalled.
But Coach Dark had been at Borman for many years, and
knew a lot of people. The first thing he would do is use
his friendship with the principal to look at her
teaching record. The next thing would be to have a chat
with the police chief. The Chief owed the coach a big
favor for starting his son a few years back.
***
Marilyn Carlson had seen the two boys, and Bill Dark,
leering at her out of the corner of her eye, but refused
to acknowledge them. Dark was a typical crude,
aggressive jock. When she first started teaching at
Borman ten years ago, he used to flirt with her, put his
arm around her, and even kissed her on the lips at a
faculty Christmas party. She once gave one of his star
athletes a poor grade, and he got the principal to
intervene and make her raise the grade. To this day he
has a condescending, "little lady" attitude with her.
His star guard, Rick, is one of her students, and a
poor, ill-mannered one. Earlier this year, Mrs. Carlson
was walking through a crowded hallway between periods,
when a hand from the other direction suddenly reached
out and gave her breast a quick grope. Mrs. Carlson
turned around and saw Rick look back at her, but she
could prove nothing, and never approached the popular,
good-looking athlete about the humiliating incident.
Joe, the big stocky forward, was another student of
hers. The girls love him, but to Mrs. Carlson he's just
a cocky k** that tries to look up her skirt and gawk at
her breasts. She hated it when these c***dren stared at
her breasts, and ignored the tingling in her puckering
nipples such sexual attention caused her, or denied it
was happening.
Mrs. Carlson was in her classroom grading papers during
her free period, when Bill Dark entered her room. She
presumed he came to ask her to give one of his athletes
a break.
"Hey, Marilyn," he said.
"Bill," Mrs. Carlson replied. "Are you here to have me
give one of your students a break?"
"Better than that, Marilyn," Bill replied. "I'm here to
tell you how you can help and inspire my whole team, and
give pride to the entire student body, and the
community."
"Wow, how can I do that?" Mrs. Carlson sarcastically
asked.
"Are you aware of how popular you are among Borman's
male student population?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Mrs. Carlson
really wasn't, and didn't have any idea what the coach
was getting at.
"I took an informal poll among the athletes, and not
only are you considered the number one babe teacher at
Borman, but many would choose you over any female in the
entire school!"
Mrs. Carlson didn't have time for Coach Dark's flirting.
"Bill, I have to get these papers graded."
"I'm dead serious, Marilyn, the boys think you are very
sexy, and you know that I agree with them."
Mrs. Carlson still thought he was making this up. "What
do you want, Bill?"
Coach Dark sat on Mrs. Carlson's desk, glanced at the
door, and quietly said, "Did you ever see the movie 'The
Best Little Whorehouse in Texas?'"
"Yea."
"Remember when the coach took his team to the
prostitutes for winning the championship?"
"I guess..."
Well, sometimes us coaches need to reward our young men
when they win championships. And if my team wins the
championship Friday night, they deserve something
special."
Mrs. Carlson still thought the coach was joking around.
"You're going to take the team to a whorehouse?"
"Well, Marilyn, not exactly. But, uh, the boys were sort
of told that the staff would throw a party with a
stripper if they won, and you, uh, were their very first
choice to be the stripper,"
Mrs. Carlson felt her face getting flush. Of all the
nerve to come in here and joke about something like
that! "How dare you come into my classroom and talk to
me like that! I know you have friends on the board, but
if you don't leave now, I'm filing a complaint!"
Coach Dark opened up the manila file folder that was
attached to his clipboard. "Well, Marilyn, before you
get all high and mighty, I kind of stumbled across a
skeleton in your closet."
Mrs. Carlson looked at the first page of the folder. Her
heart sank when she realized that it was a copy of her
police record! In college, she had been arrested, along
with a carload of girls from her dorm, after the bars
had closed. The police found a small bag of pot in the
car. It wasn't Marilyn's, but all of the girls were
charged with marijuana possession. Marilyn never even
smoked the stuff, but the public defender recommended
that they plead guilty, and were charged a small fine.
Mrs. Carlson sat speechless. "Marilyn," the coach said,
"We all had our youthful indiscretions in college, but
you lied about this in your job application, and with
the district's zero tolerance policy today, your
teaching future wouldn't be worth a plugged nickel if
this got out."
Mrs. Carlson sat with her head in her hands. He was
right. Her job, her career, her standing in the
community, the embarrassment this would cause her
kids... "Why are you doing this, Bill? What do you want
from me?"
"I told you what I want. I want to be able to tell the
boys that if they win Friday, that you will do a
striptease at a private party. You're the one they
want."
Mrs. Carlson's head was spinning from all of this. The
boys really want to see me naked? Was he making that up?
"Bill, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've had two k**s!
Why would they want me?"
"Marilyn, you know how these boys get hard for a mature,
adult woman. They sit in your class every day and have
dirty thoughts about you. Don't worry, you'll be great!"
Mrs. Carlson was speechless.
Coach Dark knew Marilyn's attitude had been deflated,
and he could get bolder. He stood behind her, and put
his hands on her shoulders. "They stare at those large
hangers of yours every day, and just go nuts for you."
Mrs. Carlson was overwhelmed with different emotions.
Anger, fear, anxiety, but she also felt a strange erotic
stirring, thinking about all those boys lusting for her.
"You're gonna do it, aren't you, honey?" whispered the
coach.
Mrs. Carlson, fighting back tears, nodded her head.
"I'll give you more details later." The coach moved his
hands down her chest and squeezed her breasts. "And I'm
gonna look forward to seeing these myself." Marilyn
silently pushed his hands off of her chest, and the
coach left the classroom.
***
More than once on the way over to the restaurant, Mrs.
Carlson considered turning around. She still wasn't sure
she could go through with what that bastard Bill Dark
was making her do. Her heart sank when she heard that
the team had won, and this morning Bill called her and
gave her instructions for the evening, which he warned
her to follow explicitly.
At ten o'clock Saturday night, as directed, Mrs. Carlson
entered the rear door of the restaurant. It was past the
grill's regular closing time, but the coach told her
that the owner was a friend of his, and he booked the
back room for a private party. She waited in the kitchen
while the owner went and got The Coach. Mrs. Carlson
stood wringing her hands, still praying that there was a
way out of this.
She looked at herself in a mirror above a sink. She had
spent a long time getting her hair and make-up and
clothes just right, although she wasn't sure why. Her
shoulder- length golden hair was full and shimmering.
Her long earrings dangled from her lobes. She still
worried that the woman in the mirror would be a
disappointment for the teen-aged boys used to seeing
teen-aged girls, or nude models in photos. Fifteen years
ago, maybe...
The Coach entered the kitchen, smiled at Mrs. Carlson,
and ordered, "Take of your coat." Mrs. Carlson
unbuttoned her coat and took it off. The Coach ran his
eyes up and down her red blazer covering a white
turtleneck, her tight black mid-thigh skirt, and black
hi-heels. She looked pretty conservative, but the
sweater and skirt were specifically requested by the
coach. "Yea, that'll work. Nice! Give me a minute to
announce you, and then come out when you hear me call
you. You're gonna be great!"
"Who is out there?" Mrs. Carlson nervously queried.
"Just my team, and coaches, and a couple of other
people. I gotta go, be ready!"
Mrs. Carlson could hear Coach Dark get everyone's
attention. "We have a little entertainment planned, that
I'm sure you boys are gonna enjoy. So lets get on with
it. Come on out, Mrs. Carlson!"
Before she even stepped through the door, she heard the
teen boys cheering. Then when she entered the room, they
really erupted. The twelve players were sitting around a
long folding table at the head of the room. The Coach
was standing on the table, waving her up to join him.
There was a chair against the table, and Mrs. Carlson
stepped up onto the chair in her tight skirt, and onto
the table.
She looked down at the cheering teens, each with a can
of beer in front of them. That was unnerving enough, but
what shocked her were the people behind them. Much of
the male faculty of Borman was sitting and applauding
her. They included the principal, all of the gym
teachers, the janitorial staff, some of the senior
English teachers that she had worked with for years, and
her current young student teacher.
The Coach stepped off the table, and suddenly rock music
started to play over the PA system. Alone above several
dozen males, Mrs. Carlson started to slowly dance,
bringing more cheers from the crowd.
She danced in place for a minute, still hoping someone
would come to her rescue, but when she saw Rick and Joe
yelling, "Take it off!" she knew she was defeated. She
pulled her red blazer off of her shoulders, and dropped
it, to the cheers of the crowd. The sweater that Bill
had requested she wear was sleeveless, and tight.
As The Coach had told her earlier, she tried her best to
make it look like she was enjoying it. She put her hands
up as she danced, and her big breasts started to bobble
under her tight sweater. She tried to f***e a smile. She
got some polite applause, but the crude teens again
yelled "Take it off, Mrs. Carlson!"
She crossed her hands, grabbed the edges of her sweater,
and started to lift it.
There was more cheering as she pulled the sweater up
over her bra. The turtleneck was not the slickest choice
for stripping, and she awkwardly pulled it over her
head. Dropping it, she danced in her white bra, per The
Coach's prior orders, the sexiest bra she owned. It was
a low cut, push-up bra with lace along the top of the
cups, that she had to purchase for a formal dress once.
It exposed ample cleavage, and her breasts jiggled in
and out of her bra.
Mrs. Carlson f***ed another smile, but she felt more
like crying. This was like some bad nightmare. She
looked down at the young, grinning students surrounding
her, staring at her bra, and looking up her skirt. Then
she looked out at her peers and superiors, and they also
were leering and applauding.
Mrs. Carlson felt further humiliated when she heard Joe
yell, "Look you can see nipples poking out!" Still, she
realized that she was feeling an involuntary wave of
arousal. She suddenly had a flashback to when she first
grew her breasts. She was so proud of them, and once had
a fantasy of proudly dancing topless for her male
classmates. Damn, why did she have to remember that now?
The boys were yelling, "Take off your bra!" but Mrs.
Carlson was prolonging that moment. She stalled by
slowly working the button and zipper on the side of her
skirt. There were cheers as she did, and when the zipper
was down, she slowly, reluctantly, started to slide her
skirt down her hips. The coach had said not to wear
pantyhose, to wear garters and stockings.
Mrs. Carlson didn't own any, so she was bare-legged. She
did find a fairly tight, skimpy, flattering pair of
white silk panties that her husband had purchased for
her, and that was what was being exposed as her skirt
dropped.
Mrs. Carlson kicked her skirt away from her feet while
still dancing. The crowd whistled and cheered as she
stood in her bra and panties and hi-heels. Her silk
panties were pulled tight over her pubic mound. They
were a bikini-cut, and scooped down slightly in front.
The thirty-six-year-old mother's thighs, and even
stomach, jiggled as she danced, but it was still her
cleavage bouncing in and out of her bra that was revving
up the crowd most. When Mrs. Carlson nearly fell from
her hi- heeled shoes, she bent down and removed each of
them. As she leaned over, her cleavage hung way out of
her bra, causing more noise from the crowd.
There were more calls of "Take of your bra!" from the
barely-changed voices of the teens, and when it became a
chant, Mrs. Carlson lowered her left bra strap off of
her shoulder. There were more cheers for that, as well
as when she lowered the right strap. The busty teacher
reached behind her with both hands and unclasped her
bra.
She meant to hold it up over her chest to prolong her
fate, but didn't catch it, and it floated to the ground.
Her large white breasts fell out of the cups and
immediately started jumping about as she danced. The
roar of the small crowd was like a jet plane to Mrs.
Carlson, who actually felt a wave of dizziness with the
realization that she was dancing topless before dozens
of males that she knew.
She looked down at the boys, who were laughing and
pointing at her bobbling tits. Their eyes were glued to
her round white breasts capped by dark pink areola, and
hard pink nipples. Mrs. Carlson couldn't smile now, the
humiliation being overwhelming, but she gamely tried to
put on a show. She raised her fists in the air, with her
elbows bent slightly, and thrust her breasts in and out.
While looking out at the faces of her faculty co-
workers, Mrs. Carlson was aware of her growing arousal.
She tried to suppress it. But as she danced topless, she
heard one of the teens say, "Look at her panties, she's
wetting herself!" Others pointed and made comments. Rick
yelled, "Getting turned on, Mrs. Carlson?" She couldn't
see the stain spreading over her tight panty crotch, but
she knew it was there, and it only increased her shame.
"Take your panties off!" shouted the boys. Mrs. Carlson
ignored them, thinking she had gone far enough, but soon
from the men in back came cries of "Panties, panties!"
She didn't want to show her pubic hair. Her bush was
very hairy, and Mrs. Carlson considered trimming it
before her strip, but that would have clued her husband.
She was sure the crowd would be grossed out at her hairy
puss. The distraught teacher stalled by turning her back
on the crowd and shaking her ass at them.
With more cries for her panties to come off, she pulled
up on the sides of her panties to give the appearance of
a thong. She shook her naked white thirty-six-year-old
ass to cheers and lewd comments by the boys. Finally she
slowly lowered her panties down her hips. She bent over
to pull them down farther, and the crowd could see a
patch of pubic hair between her legs. The young boys,
and most of the older adults, had never seen a woman's
ass shake like that.
Finally, Mrs. Carlson turned around and displayed her
full- frontal nudity. Her pussy was indeed a very hairy
dark- blonde triangle of fur sticking way out from her
body. She looked down and saw one boy wearing her bra on
his head, and another boy sniffing her panties before
passing it on to the next.
Finally, the music abruptly ended, and Coach Dark stood
below her, coaxing her down off of the table, to
thunderous applause. He put his arm around her naked
body, making her face the crowd.
***
"Boys, I'm glad you enjoyed the show," announced The
Coach. "But Mrs. Carlson isn't done yet. To further
reward your fine efforts this season, Mrs. Carlson wants
you to know that, right here right now, you can do
anything you want to her, and she will do anything you
want. Go to it, team!" Mrs. Carlson gave a wide-eyed,
open-mouthed, incredulous look to the coach, but
immediately Rick was on his feet and groping her left
breast, and Joe was grabbing her right breast, and the
rest of the team were right there with them, competing
to get their hands on any part of their English teacher
that they could.
Mrs. Carlson squealed loudly as hands groped her tits,
ass, pussy, and thighs. As she was jostled around, she
saw Bill Dark and many of the other teachers watching
and laughing. But mostly she was surrounded by twelve of
the tallest boys in the school, grabbing and fondling
her.
After the initial shock, the groping was having its
effects on Mrs. Carlson. As much as she tried to fight
it, the rough grabbing and pulling at her breasts and
nipples, as well as her pussy, were arousing her. Her
squeals were punctuated with whimpers and moans. Rick
clamped his lips around her breast, and Joe did the same
to the other. They were the two popular, attractive
students, and had some sexual experience.
Rick gave up Mrs. Carlson's tit to a teammate, and
rubbed her pussy mound. When he inserted a finger into
her, he yelled, "Wow, this is the wettest pussy I've
ever fingered!" He inserted two more fingers, and slid
them easily in and out of the well-lubricated pussy. He
moved his middle finger up, and diddled his pretty
teacher's swollen clit.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
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