TITLE    : The Sarah Owens Story Ch. 14
STORYID  : the-sarah-owens-story-ch-14
SUMMARY  : The newest cheerleader's a girl with something extra!
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2010-01-27
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
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TAGS     : |schoolgirl|catholic|cheerleader|transsexual|spanking|discipline|machine|coach|


<i>Note: This story is based upon an idea by Sarah Owens. The characters are all 18 years old or older.</i>



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When the new addition to the squad entered the showers, all eyes stared at her, and the other girls, mouths agape, clearly were astounded by the sight of the new girl's nudity.



Coach Bigg had described Amanda as "the girl with the something extra that we need to succeed at the nationals," but she'd suggested that the "something extra" was the girl's unusual strength and stamina, not the circumcised cock that stood, half-erect, above the tightly drawn, risen scrotum that bulged with her balls. The brunette's arousal suggested that Amanda was interested in the cheerleaders' nudity in a more than merely curious way.



As they gaped in astonishment at the new addition to their squad, Coach Bigg called, "For reasons that should be clear enough, even to you dunderheads, Amanda's little--or, should I say, not-so-little?--secret remains our secret. If it were to become known that we have a male-to-female transsexual on our squad, we'd be disqualified before we have a chance to clinch the National High School Cheerleading Competition's championship title, and none of you, I'm certain, wants that to happen."



All eyes still on her, Amanda entered the common shower area. The girls, who'd never seen an actual transsexual, although they'd heard of them--or, at least, some of them had heard of them, scarcely believing such creatures to be possible--stared openly, amazed at the combination of masculine and feminine, male and female exhibited in her exotic mixture of round, if man-made, breasts; flaring hips; firm, but sleek, compact buttocks; and long, tapering legs--and, of course, the penis and testicles between her legs, in place of the slit mounds that occupied the same locations upon the genetic girls' anatomies.



Sarah, staring at Amanda's strange assortment of charms, couldn't decide whether she thought the brunette's shemale body was sexy, beautiful, bizarre, of a combination of these qualities. One thing it was, though, for sure, was different.



Amanda had selected the showerhead next to the one that Sarah and Marilyn were sharing, and Sarah tried not to gawk at the transsexual squad member, but the blonde couldn't help herself. Never had Sarah seen a creature as fantastic as Amanda. Sarah noticed that the assistant coach's manhood was stiffer and more swollen now than it had been when Amanda had first entered the girls' locker room. Amanda's prick stood straight up, rigid and engorged with blood, and red throughout its thick length, its glans, or tip, purple, and her balls high and tight inside the gathered flesh of her scrotum.



Sarah shook her head, as if to awaken from a dream, but the vision named Amanda remained before her amazed eyes, as real as any of the other girls, despite her androgynous equipment.



"Madison," the newest squad member called, above the hissing water that showered down upon the redhead, making Marilyn's firm, round breasts shine and glisten; sluiced down her tight tummy, over her gleaming, bald pubes; and dribbled from the column of her stiff-standing cock and the tight clump of her balls, "you look wet, and I'm horny as hell. Get on your hands and knees--no, even better, get on your elbows and knees."



Sarah thought, The bitch has finally gone too far. There was no way Marilyn was going to let some shemale freak fuck her in front of the rest of the squad. No way! Besides, Marilyn was Sarah's girlfriend, not Marilyn's. Coach Bigg herself had matched the blonde and the redhead up as lovers. Even Amanda wouldn't dare to separate lovers whom the squad's coach had joined together.



Marilyn looked at Sarah. The blonde frowned and shook her head. Looking confused and frightened, the redhead looked past her girlfriend, at their coach, but Coach Bigg said nothing, did nothing, leaving the situation to the girls to resolve among themselves.



"Now, Madison!" Amanda yelled.



Glancing uncertainly at Sarah, Marilyn knelt under the pelting shower. She leaned forward at the waist, dropping onto her palms. As the water continued to cascade down upon her naked head, back, buttocks, and legs, washing over her perineum and labia, Marilyn lowered herself from her hands onto her elbows, adopting a posture that proclaimed, louder than any words might declare, her vulnerability and submission to the more dominant cheerleader.



If Sarah hadn't seen her girlfriend do so before her very eyes--and those of the entire squad, Coach Bigg included--she never would have believed that Marilyn would do such a thing. Where was the dominant, arrogant, aggressive, even sadistic, bitch Sarah had been subjected to during the past few weeks as, in the privacy of their bedrooms, the blonde was compelled to submit to the insults, degradation, humiliation, spankings, and other "discipline" that were designed to show Sarah's insignificance and Marilyn's superiority? The dominant bitch had become the submissive victim, the sadist the masochist, the butch the femme. Marilyn, Sarah thought, with some satisfaction, was about to learn what it was like to be on the receiving end of BDSM play.



Marilyn's weight resting upon her elbows and knees, her ass high in the air, and her legs parted wide, was quite a sight to the rest of the cheerleaders. Between her thighs, below the tiny, puckered dimple of her asshole, they could see the slit mound of her cunt. The sight of her soft, full labia and the glimpse of bright pink flesh between the slightly parted lips made Sarah drool.



Kneeling on the wet, slick floor behind the redhead, Amanda slid her thick, hard cock through the lips of the redhead's pussy, entering her all the way to her balls. However, after a few strokes inside her lovely cunt, Amanda withdrew. Holding her erection in her fist, the assistant coach guided it between the silken cheeks of Marilyn's full, round buttocks. The transsexual's glans pressed against the ring of her target, the redhead's anus. Overcoming the resistance of the tight, round muscle, Amanda continued to drive her prick forward, through Marilyn's firm sphincter and deep into the redhead's ass. The shemale stopped only when her lower belly was hunched over the redhead's bottom and her balls were shoved against her reluctant partner's lower ass cheeks and perineum.



Marilyn gasped. "Your cock is so big!" she cried. "You'll split me in half! I've never been so crammed full of cock, so stuffed with prick!"



Ignoring Marilyn's fearful protests, Amanda slammed her cock through her asshole, and plunged as far as possible into the redhead's bowels. Back and forth through her gaping anus, the tranny pumped her prick, with greater speed and force, until Amanda was fucking Marilyn with a passion that bordered upon violence. The redhead, rocked beneath Amanda's every advance, gasped and moaned, squirming beneath the assistant coach as her own tits bounced and swayed, her belly heaved, and her legs flexed and straightened, her buttocks flattening and rebounding.



Amanda fucked Sarah's girlfriend as if Marilyn were nothing but a slut or a whore, and the redhead seemed to love it. However, the intensity with which Amanda drove her prick back and forth through Marilyn's anus, plunging it repeatedly into her impaled bottom, precluded the longevity of their intercourse. Within mere minutes of the tranny's having introduced her cock into the redhead's ass, Amanda was spurting her seed. As the semen erupted from Amanda's balls, the newest member of the cheerleading squad jerked her cock free, firing the warm, thick, white rounds of her ejaculate over the redhead's creamy, smooth buttocks and along her sculpted back.



Spent and exhausted, Amanda collapsed atop her lover, her cock riding the semen-slick furrow between Marilyn's cum-splattered buttocks, and lay still, the brunette's heart beating wildly between the redhead's shoulder blades, her breath coming and going in quick, short gasps. Water spread out beneath them, rippling around Marilyn's outline upon the drenched, shower-pounded floor.



Sarah and the other girls looked over their shoulders at the source of applause behind them. Coach Bigg, grinning, was bringing the palms of her hands together, in slow, sharp slaps to demonstrate her approval of the near-rape the girls had just witnessed. "Excellent!" she called, over the hot, hissing water of the showers that still rained down upon most of the cheerleaders who stood in the common shower, staring at their coach as, a moment before, they'd been ogling the girls fucking before their eyes, on the wet, water-slick tile floor. "As you can see, ladies, Amanda brings many assets to her position as my assistant, both in and off the practice mats. Any girl she wants is hers for the taking, as far as I'm concerned. After all, there's no steady girlfriend for Amanda, so you must all be available to her, on demand."



The cheerleaders looked at one another, frowning, arching eyebrows, crinkling noses, uncertain as to how they should feel about being fucked in the ass or the cunt by a girl who was also a boy--or a boy who was also a girl--or a creature that was both, but neither, sex.



"Any questions?" Coach Bigg asked, looking from one of her charges to the next. When there were none, she said, "Dismissed!" and, turning her back upon the naked girls, she left the locker room and went outside, to the storeroom, to check the latest features she'd ordered installed on The Carousel.

