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Chapter 2 of a crazy-ass Brooke/Whitey sexual combination.
Sorry if this doesn't go the way you'd hope for… this story is going to be more about raw sex, but it won't only be Davis/Durham.
POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR LATER CHAPTERS: I'll be bringing in Erica in later chapters – with lucky Principal Turner…Erica's sucking up is more literal than you'd think. Also, Miss Haley James Scott will join in, and maybe the rest of the group – Peyton, Nathan and Lucas – will find out about these after-school delights and be invited to join.
Don't know entirely where it's going yet – that's part of the fun - but Brooke is going to realize just how much hard work and late nights go into being council president ;D
And although it's old-guy on girl at the moment, I promise it'll get more normal…probably HAHAA
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PREVIOUSLY: CHAPTER ONE
"So, what did you want from me, coach?" Brooke asked lightly, not thinking much of it.
Whitey grinned as began taking off his belt and untucking his shirt. Brooke gasped as she got the general idea of what was going on.
"Now, I want you to close that door, turn around like a good little girl and pull those pants of yours down, Miss Davis" Whitey chuckled.
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CHAPTER TWO
"Uh, coach?" Brooke snickered with a concerned smile, shocked and confused.
But Whitey kept grinning, and soon his face was as stern and serious as a game night. Brooke gasped, although no sound came out, and she saw the huge bulge Whitey's pants.
"Just once, Miss Davis," Whitey insisted, as if it wasn't a big deal. "And you can," Whitey paused, "… finally prove whatever it is you want by taking this role." At this point he'd taken off his belt and dropped his pants down to his ankles.
Brooke's mind was racing, and her body was moving around nervously. About to leave, then forcing herself to stay, about to leave, then forcing herself to stay…she couldn't keep still.
Finally, she blurted out "Okay!" in disgust of herself. "But you have to promise it to me no matter what. Even if Erica has more." Whitey nodded and chuckled, agreeing to her promise, as Brooke swiftly closed the door, just wanting this to be over as quickly as it could be.
Whitey was always this conservative coach, and Brooke would even wander if he was homosexual. During basketball practice, he'd always keep full attention on the team. Brooke always thought it was odd that Whitey would be the only guy in the gym not watching her cheerleading squad doing their routines.
The whole squad of boys would stop and look, in the middle of 'suicides' or dunking practice, it didn't matter what. When they saw the Raven cheerleaders, the only balls they cared about putting in holes were their own in them cheerleaders'.
But this meant Whitey was still into women, at least. Although, WHO could resist Brooke Davis, anyway. She was fuckin' hot… One of those girls that, even if you didn't find attractive personally, you'd still want to have your way with just so you could tell others you'd been with them.
Brooke sat on the floor as she shuffled off her pants and shoes, lightly shaking her head and frowning as she done so. This was almost like blackmail; borderline rape, she thought.
"And your little panties, there," Whitey ordered, pointing down at Brooke's crotch.
"Are you wearing anything?" Brooke asked bluntly, understandably pissed off. Whitey didn't reply. "Are you wearing a condom?!" she raised her voice angrily. Whitey chuckled again.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've had a vasectomy," he said in a reassuring voice. 'Great, so I'm going to have his gray-haired dick's wrinkly old skin touching me,' Brooke thought, wishing she could slap that big grin off his face.
She'd find it easier to forgive herself if a bit of rubber was wrapped around it meant, but noooooo, Whitey had to make this as gross as he could.
Brooke slumped even more as she realized it meant he'd probably even come inside her.
"Did you want to wash it off first? You know, for the cobwebs," Brooke said sternly, not meaning for it to be a joke or ice-breaker, but letting him know she wasn't doing this happily, but rather out of force and necessity. "When's the last time you used that thing?" she continued, "Twenty years ago on Camilla, or yesterday in the showers with Tim?"
Whitey was bemused and gave Brooke his evil eyes. "Thin line, Miss Davis," he said simply and bluntly as he became jittery. "I said take off that damn underwear," Whitey near-shouted.
Brooke slid them down, a couple tears now streaming down her face. Whitey had no sympathy, and, growing impatient, grabbed Brooke's arms and pulled her up on her feet. Within a couple seconds, Whitey had pulled down his own underwear and flung Brooke around 180° so he saw her from the backside.
Whitey took hold of her waist – his old big, strangely youthful-looking hands grasping her hips. Brooke didn't squirm or try shuffling away; she knew he could and would just pull her back.
"You better be fucking sterile," Brooke said coldly over her shoulder. She turned her head back, facing in-front, and repeated herself. Living through this sick little deal was going to be bad enough, so she was glad she didn't have to actually watch it.
"Don't worry, Miss Davis," Whitey smiled as he readied his cock. "Even if I wasn't, you wouldn't get pregnant from this…"
Brooke turned around to question him; "What the f--?"
Just then, Whitey separated Brooke's ass cheeks, and with one hell of a slam, shoved his hardened dick into her inch-wide hole.
"--FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Brooke shrieked and yelled. "Owwwoooh," she grunted and moaned pain, "You FREEAKK!"
Brooke went completely numb and powerless from the waist down as Whitey pummeled in and out of the only hole she hadn't ever had penetrated…before now, that is.
