The Booster Club Chinese Auction

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"Come on, Hollander, let's get this show on the road!" Someone shouted. The rest of the males in the room were likewise showing their impatience. The best prizes were still to be awarded.

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"You heard them, Little Girl. You got lots more work to do. Here's the next sack." THE ELEVENTH SACK "Remember how I told you to hold it. That's right. You're a real good little bitch, you are." ((Now everyone is calling me the B word. What is this sack. Oh no, my mouth. That can't mean what I think it means, can it?))

When Vince heard his name called, he was stunned. A boy hardly ever gets picked for the blow job. The men stuff that bag with so many tickets, the kids hardly have a chance. But it just goes to show, if you keep playing, eventually you might win.

Vince took the same position Bob had, kneeling between Toni-Jo's spread legs. She tried to study his boyhood, but her eyes were still a little caked up, still a little sore. She couldn't see all that well.

Then Vince sat back on his heels so his face was level with hers. They smiled at each other. He leaned forward. She leaned forward. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her lips to his. They kissed. ((Oh, that's so nice. His prize is a kiss on the mouth. Vince is a nice boy. What's that pushing on my lips? He's pushing his tongue into my mouth. Ew. I can't back away. His tongue is flopping around on top of mine. There, he's pulling out again. Now he's licking my lips all over. He just spat on my mouth. Ew, he stuck his tongue in again. I'm choking. OK, he let go of my neck. He backed away. That's over. That wasn't too bad, I guess. Weird, but not the worst thing. He's getting back up on his knees. He's putting his boyhood in my face again. It's big. It's wet. He's pressing it on my mouth. I know how to clench my teeth. When the doctor tried to give me a spoon of some brown liquid, I just knew it would taste bad, and I clenched my teeth and lips real tight. And he never got the spoon in. I don't care if Vince tries all night to push his boyhood in, I'm not going to open my mouth. No. No. Never))

Vince screamed, "Open your fuckin mouth, you fuckin bitch." Startled, Toni-Jo's jaw dropped and he was inside. He held the back of her head like Bob did so she couldn't back away. "Now, watch your teeth. No biting. If I feel a tooth just once, I'll slap your fuckin mouth. I won your fuckin mouth and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. It's mine. Now, wrap those little red lips around me and start to suck. Suck it good, Bitch. Suck my cock like it's a big old fuckin candy cane."

((I better do what he says. I don't want him to slap me. Aunt Ginny had a swollen lip one day and she said she fell on the sidewalk, but Mommy told Daddy it was really 'cause Uncle Ernie hit her in the mouth 'cause she didn't do what he said. I know I look terrible now, but I can wash my hair and my face and put on makeup and I'll look pretty again, but if I have a fat lip that'll take a week to go away. Vince said I should pretend it's a candy cane. It don't taste like a candy cane. Candy canes are sweet. But I'll suck it like he said, and I'll keep my teeth away. Oh, he's pushing it in further. Gaaaaah, he's hitting the back of my throat. I'm choking. Gaaaaah. I'm gonna throw up. Gaaaaah. He pulled back. That's better. Now I won't choke. He pushed in again. Oh my, how long will this go on?))

Vince looked down at her. She had to lift her eyes up towards his face. He smirked at her and pushed in again. Now he had his hands flat over both her ears, as he pushed his cock in and out. She saw his lips moving. She couldn't quite hear him with her ears covered, but she thinks he asked, "You gonna swallow it, Bitch?" She frowned. "That's ok, Bitch. It's your first fuckin BJ. I'll let you off real easy this time, with just a fuckin facial." He pulled out. She still felt like choking, so took a deep breath. When her mouth was wide open, he started ejaculating. She closed her mouth, but it was too late. She had a mouthful of Warrior Vince jizz. She opened to spit it out, but her timing was wrong again as he shot another load. She did get a lot on her face, but more than she ever wanted inside her mouth. Reflexively, she swallowed, and as her adam's apple bobbed, the boys cheered.

Toni-Jo was coughing and spitting. She had been seated in the same position a long time now and her legs and bottom were sore. She really wanted to go home. She looked up. Vince was off the table. And there was Hollander again with another sack.

"Are you tired of sitting that way, Little Girl?" She nodded. "Do you want to stand up and stretch a little?" Another nod. She started to move her legs off the table. "No, no, stay there. You can stand right up on the table, Little Girl. I'll hold you so you don't fall." Toni-Jo struggled to her feet. She reached down to hold Hollander's hand, but he already had his big hands on her hips to support her. Every eye in the room stared up at her. She looked like something the cat drug in. Toni-Jo saw them all looking, turned red from embarrassment and quickly got down again on her knees and leaned her bottom back on her heels. She made no objection when Hollander spread her knees apart.

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She looked at the TWELFTH SACK. It had a picture of two hands. She held it up the way she learned not hiding any important part of her twelve-year old body, and pulled out two tickets. "Very good, Little Girl. You knew there are two winners this time." She smiled, pleased with her own powers of deduction, and read the names, Mark and Walter.

Mark was the tight end. His jock was off, his cock was primed, he was ready. Walter Malachowsky, Kathy's father, and the newest officer of the Booster Club, needed time to untie his shoes, and take off his pants and boxers. One man, one boy, two winners of the night's hand jobs.

Hollander took the sack from her, "Now, Little Girl, stretch your arms out real wide. Very good. Now lean forward. More. More. A little more. OK." Toni-Jo's face was only a foot off the table which of course made her ass rise up off her heels. Toni-Jo felt like an airplane ready for take off. Hollander inspected the position and felt it was perfect. He turned to the two winners. "Mark, do you remember how many tickets you put in this sack?"

"Five, Sir," he answered his vice-principal. He knew he couldn't lie. Hollander could check the tickets in the sack.

"And Walter?"

"Fifteen." He said with a smile.

"That means Walter, you get first choice, left or right."

Malachowsky bent down and looked in Toni-Jo's face. "Are you right- or left-handed, Bitch?"

Kathy's father had never called her the B word before. It frightened her. "R-r-right."

Mark knew that meant he'd get the left hand. The two took up the positions. Toni-Jo just looked back and forth, left and right, from one to the other. Now what?

Walter couldn't help himself. He said, "Don't worry, Bitch, I won't pee on your hand like a urinal. You know all about urinals now, don't you?" Hollander guffawed. ((Oh no, they musta found out I was in the boys' bathroom. How do they know? Vice-Principal Hollander knows everything that goes on in his school. Maybe there are hidden cameras in the bathrooms and he can sit in his office and see what kids do. I don't ever want to use the school bathroom again. 'Cause then he might see my naked bottom.)) Of course, Toni-Jo forgot that Hollander at that very moment had a lovely close-up view of her naked bottom. ((Gee, I'm going to have to pee real soon. I think I'm leaking pee again.))

Hollander decided he had to coax her. "Come on, Little Girl. Take the two cocks in your hands." ((I've never even thought about touching a manhood or a boyhood before. Even earlier, when cocks were pressing hard into my ears, my belly button, my eyes, and they hurt and I wanted them to stop, I didn't try pushing them away. I didn't try pulling Vince's boyhood out of my mouth. Girls just never touch that part, no matter what. Now Mr. Hollander is telling me to hold not just one, but two!)) She gingerly reached over to touch Mr. Malachowsky. She held it like you'd pick a dirty kleenex off the floor with the ends of her five fingers. She turned and took Mark's the same way.

"Little Girl, Little Girl. Come on. You've been watching us all night. You know how we like our cocks held." Hollander took her little hands and wrapped them around the thick meats. "Now squeeze, Little Girl, squeeze them hard. Heh heh. That's the way." Toni-Jo began to squeeze. To her, these two cocks represented all the men who had hurt her so far that night and unconsciously she wanted to hurt them back. She squeezed hard, viciously, and the more she did, the better they liked it. "Very good, Little Girl. You learn real fast, Little Bitch. Now keep squeezing and move your fists up and down, up and down."

Mark screamed and Toni-Jo looked at him with a scowl. ((Good. I'm hurting him. I hope it teaches him a lesson.)) But his scream was orgasmic, not pain-induced. He sprayed his load in her face. Surprised, she let go of both cocks.

"Hey, Little Girl. You can't let go. Now take Mr. Malachowsky's cock again and keep squeezing. That's it. Now take Mark's cock. You can stop squeezing his. Just rub your hand all over it. Heh heh. Yeah, it's all wet and slippery and gooey. You want to lick your hand? No, OK, just keep petting it and concentrate on your right hand.

Walter was loving the prolonged jack. He gripped the little girl's hand with his two and helped her pump. Then he guided her to put a couple fingers back on his balls while she kept up the assault on his shaft. He wished he could get a proper HJ with both hands. He'll have to wait until Toni-Jo came over to visit his daughter some time. Tonight he'll have to settle for one hand. But it was still worth it. When he felt the load cumming, he made sure he was aiming right at her face. He proudly showed the lads he was still capable of shooting.

"He he, Little Girl." Hollander's voice. "Little Girl, you can stop now." She held both cocks in a death grip. They were both flaccid but she wouldn't let go. She wished she could just rip the evil things right off. "Hey, Bitch! Let go of the fuckin cocks!" He shouted in her ear and she released her hands. Then his voice got all sweet again, as he propped her back up to a sitting position. "I see you liked that prize, Little Girl. Every prize, every sack, gets better and better, doesn't it? The best three are still waiting. I bet you can't wait to see what they are."

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He held THE THIRTEENTH SACK in his hands, teasing her by not letting her see the picture. "Now who is going to win this one, Little Girl? Want to take a guess? No? Only one winner this time. Will it be a boy or a man? What do you think? No, don't want to guess? OK, here, hold the bag nicely."

Toni-Jo looked at the picture and wrinkled her brow. ((Two pink legs. They must be my legs. Carren drew them only from the knees up and she stopped before getting to the point where the legs meet, my crotch, my girlhood. Two unattached thighs. She only drew three lines, tapering down with an indication of two kneecaps. Carren's a good artist. I could never draw that well.))

The others already knew what the picture was. "The old Princeton Rub," said Coach, smirking, "the butter churn, inter-crural intercourse, heh heh."

She reached in the sack, pulled out a ticket and looked at the name. She was silent. Hollander took the sack away while the room waited. Finally she said, with a large question mark in her voice, "Merle? Daddy?"

Mr. Lewis came up and stood beside his baby girl. "Hello, Sweetie. My darling."

"Daddy, can we go home now?"

"Very soon, Sweetie. Very soon." He was kicking off his loafers.

"Do you hate me, Daddy? For what I did tonight?"

"No, Sweetie." He lovingly stroked her hair and gestured for her to lie down again. "I could never hate my precious little girl." He unbuckled his belt.

"But they all hate me." She waved her hand around the room.

"No, they don't, Sweetie. They love you too. But Daddy loves you the most of all." He unzipped his fly.

"But they must hate me. They keep shooting that awful white icky stuff on me."

"That's cum, Sweetie. Cum is what a guy gives to a girl to show her he loves her." His pants had fallen to his ankles and he was stepping out of them.

"Really, Daddy?" She tried to wrap her empty head around that thought, as well as that new word, cum. "But they keep calling me the B word Daddy. They really hate me."

"No, Sweetie. A bitch is just a pretty little girl puppy dog. You like little puppies, don't you, Sweetie?" He was removing his boxers now.

"So Bitch is not a bad thing?" Merle shook his head. "And I'm not a bad girl?" Another shake. "And you still love me?"

"Sweetie, I love you more than ever. And now I'll show you how much I love you." He climbed up on the table, straddling her shins. He pointed his cock at his daughter and began choking the chicken.

"Are you going to shoot your, um, cum, on me, Daddy?"

"Do you want me to, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy. Now I do, because that's how you show me you love me."

"Then I will, Sweetie. Real soon." His pre-cum was already dripping lasciviously down onto her legs.

"Daddy, are you going to call me Bitch."

"Do you want me to, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy. Now I do, because I know you love me."

"Yes, Sweetie. Now you are my pretty little bitch." He wagged his huge cock above her.

"I'm not pretty now, Daddy. My hair is all messy and gooked up and I got that cum stuff all dried up on my face and body."

"No, Sweetie, you are more beautiful tonight than you ever have been. You're a very pretty little bitch." He leaned forward and planted his hands on either side of her waist.

"Daddy, am I still a virgin? Cause I got a little cum on my girlhood and Vince put a lot of cum in my mouth."

"Yes, Sweetie, you are a bitch, but so far you're still a virgin."

"Daddy, did you put any tickets in the mouth sack?"

"I sure did, Bitch!"

"I'm sorry I didn't pick your name then, Daddy."

"I'm sorry also." But Merle knew he'd have his chance back home to feel his daughter's lips around his cock. "Now Daddy wants you to be quiet now." What he really felt like saying was, "Shut the fuck up, you blabbering bitch! You're just like your fuckin mother." All males know the primary cause of premature penile deflation is having the bitch under you yakking away.

He lowered himself down and pushed his hard cock between his young daughter's thighs. He was almost at her precious cunt. It took all the will power he could muster to resist popping her cherry. He knew after tonight, he'd have plenty of opportunities to get his cock up her pussy. And he fully intended to take advantage of every one. He knew that for the last few weeks Malachowsky's been inside Kathy nearly every night!

With his hands he pushed her thighs tighter together and told her to squeeze real hard. Then he planted his hands flat on the table again, raised his upper body, and began thrusting his hips at Toni-Jo, pounding away. Every other eye in the room was glued to his old ass as it went up and down. They couldn't yet tell if he had cheated and crossed the line. This was his own daughter, yes, but rules are rules!

Merle lurched one final time and froze. Toni-Jo recognized his caterwaul. ((I used to hear that noise coming from Mommy and Daddy's bedroom when I was a little girl. Mommy told me not to worry, it was a happy noise. It's been a long time since I heard Daddy make that happy noise. Oh, I think he shot his cum. I think I feel it between my legs.)) "Thank you, Daddy."

Merle looked down at his daughter, wide-eyed. She just thanked him for incestuous rape. He smiled weakly and slowly lifted himself off her and got off the table. He looked down at her. "And I thank you, my pretty little bitch."

"Merle, take your daughter's leg there." It was Mr. Hollander talking. "And I'll grab her other leg here." Both men brought the legs up, bending the girl in two, pulling her feet apart so her legs formed a very wide V with her feet level with her head. All eyes were now concentrating on Toni-Jo's crotch, dripping with her father's jizz. Hollander inspected it critically, and then announced, "There was no penetration. It's still intact." Loud cheers.

"Daddy?" Toni-Jo asked, her legs still splayed. "Am I still a virgin?"

"Yes, Sweetie, you sure are." Her father let go of her leg and went to the back of the room.

"But not for long, heh heh." Hollander released the other leg and Toni-Jo brought them back together as the boys gave out a collective Awww.

"Little Girl, do you remember when I gave you the sack for your knees?" Toni-Jo wrinkled her brow. That was a long time ago. "Let me jog your memory." He started pushing her body into position. "You were on your knees like this. And your hands were down like this. And you looked like a little doggy. Remember?"

"A bitch." Now Toni-Jo remembered being in this position.

"Heh heh. That's right. You like being a bitch now, don't you?"

She looked back at her Daddy and smiled. Then she yawned. "Mr. Hollander, I'm getting tired. Is it going to take much longer?"

"Oh, no, no, no, Little Girl. Little..." he leaned into her ear, "...Bitch!" She giggled. "Just two more sacks. Two more lucky winners. And we saved the very best prizes for last. Aren't you excited, Little...Bitch!" She tittered again. She felt both sleepy and silly.

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Now, here's the next sack, the pen-ul-ti-mate prize!" THE FOURTEENTH SACK. "Do you know what pen-ul-ti-mate means, Little Girl?" She wagged her head no. "No, and you already learned so many new words tonight, didn't you, Little Girl? Words like...urinal...and cum...and bitch!" Poor Toni-Jo, shaking with laughter now, let loose with a stream of urine. Hollander quickly backed up to avoid the splash. He and everyone else was laughing with her now. "Now, look at this pretty picture. What do you see?"

"Hehehehe, it's my bottom!"

"That's right, Little Bitch. It's your pretty little ass." Hollander looked at the picture, then at Toni-Jo's back side stuck up in the air, then at the picture again. "You know, it looks just like you, Little Bitch. Tell me, Little Bitch. When Kathy drew this picture, did you pose for her?"

"No, hehehehe!"

"Oh my, aren't there an awful lot of tickets in this sack!" He showed her and she nodded. "Some guys here must want to win this prize awful bad. So, you reach inside and let's see who wins your pretty little ass, Little Bitch!"

"OK, hehehehe!" Toni-Jo closed her eyes, lifted one hand to reach inside and pulled out a ticket. She opened her eyes and looked at it. "Hehehehe, it's Coach!"

"Yes!" shouted Coach Horton. Then he turned to Toni-Jo's father. "Turnabout is fair play, isn't that right, Merle." Toni-Jo didn't understand what he meant. Neither did the football team. They'd never heard Coach talk about fair play. Even the other men didn't know the reference. But Merle Lewis knew he was talking about the very first auction.

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It was over three years ago. Coach, Merle, the fire chief Jack Clemente, and the local banker and then president of the Boosters Russ Kronenberg, were in the Red Horse getting plastered after one of the Warriors' rare victories. Coach said, "Russ, you know we really want that damn astroturf for our field."

"Sorry, Coach, the contributions are running slow."

Impulsive Jack took two fifties out of his wallet and said, "I'll chip in $100 if..."

"If what?"

"...If I can buy Pamela's pussy." Pamela, now in college, was then only 14 and everyone knew Coach guarded her like a hawk. Her definitely chaste cunt was the lust object of every male in town.

"Are you kidding, Jack," said Merle, "That's fuckin prime real estate. Virgin forest! Coach, I'll buy it for $150!" Merle hadn't been getting much action from Mrs. Lewis since she turned 40. He laid his money on the table.

"$250!" said Russ quietly.

"You'll put $250 in the fund just to lay my fuckin little girl?"

"That's right, Coach." He was already writing a check.

"Sold!" Merle and Jack stared at Coach. They couldn't believe it. But Coach really wanted that astroturf.

"Hey, I said it first," Jack whined "and now I ain't got nothin." He pushed his money toward Coach. "OK, $100 for her ass then."

"$150" Merle countered.

Coach looked at Jack for another raise, but one hundred was his limit. "Looks like you get her ass then, Merle. Sorry, Jack."

"She's still got one more hole. How about her fuckin mouth then. Surely that's worth $100 to you!"

"OK, Jack. You can have her mouth for a hundred." Coach scooped up the $500 pot.

"But there's one condition."

The guys all looked at Jack. "Uh oh, what is it now, Jack? You welching?"

"I ain't no welch, Coach. But if I gotta pay $100 for only her mouth, then I at least gotta be there to watch these guys get the other two holes." Coach thought about it and decided it would probably be easier that way. He'd only have to trick Pamela once. They decided to all meet after the next game in Coach's office.

Well, that week Jack bragged to his son about the great deal he made. Jack Junior, the team's star quarterback, added another $100 for a hand job. Then his buddy wanted in and bought the feet for $50. When young Paul Vichinsky heard about it, he threatened to expose everyone unless he could film it. The others agreed as long as he didn't film any faces other than Pamela's.

So the Booster Club's first auction took place with pure little Pamela gang banged by five of East Brentwood's finest, as her father and young Paul watched.

A little later, they found another virgin for another auction. This time the whole team wanted in on it, but there were two problems. One, coach's office was too small for everyone, and two, there weren't enough body parts to go around. Then Merle heard his wife talk about her Chinese auctions and realized that way they could involve more people, ergo more money. By the end of that season, there was an auction after every game. They had to keep going to younger and younger girls to find virgins.

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"Yes, Coach, turnabout is fair play." Merle laughed. Three years ago, his was the first cock to penetrate Coach's daughter's asshole, and now Coach was dropping his pants to get in Toni-Jo's back door.

"Watch and learn, Boys." Coach climbed up on the table and knelt behind the little girl. He planted a kiss on each buttock, then spread her crack and began licking around her anus. ((How can Coach do that? It's dirty. That's where I go poopie. Course I did take a bath today so maybe it's sorta clean. Oh my, I feel him putting his tongue right inside my poopie hole. I see Daddy smiling at us, so I guess it's OK.))

Coach then spanked her a few times with his bare hand. Toni-Jo didn't like that but she suffered in silence. Next he ran his finger along her ass crack. Then he lobbed a wad of spit right at the anus and pushed one finger in. "Ow," Toni-Jo shrieked. "That hurts!"

"Come on, Coach," Merle pleaded, working his way back to his baby's side. "Use decent lube for Christ's sake. Please."

Coach nodded to Vince, who knew where he kept the vaseline. The boy opened the cabinet and threw Coach the jar. "Nice pass, Vince!" Coach smathered the jelly on and in the girl's hole. ((Oh, that's better. That feels really nice. I like what he's putting in my bottom. It feels. Oh my, I think he has two fingers in there now. Oooooh, it feels so tight.))

Merle watched as Coach was preparing to ram three fingers in his daughter's ass. He whispered, "Sweetie, pretend you have to make poopie. Push. Just for pretend." She looked at her father strangely but did as he said. Sure enough, Coach could then get three fingers up her ass. She felt them pushing and turning inside her. Then suddenly he took them back out. She felt his big hands grab her hips. Then she felt something else pushing into her hole. Again her Daddy whispered, "Poopie," and Coach started fucking the shit out of her. He pounded her ass hard, every stroke going further in, until his balls were banging against her butt. Toni-Jo's eyes were wider than saucers. She was speechless. She never felt such pain before, but she couldn't even scream! Merle stroked her cum-caked hair.

After what seemed like hours to Toni-Jo, the ramming suddenly stopped. The cock pulled out and shot Coach-jizz all over the twelve-year old's ass. Coach raised his hands in victory. "Boys, tonight you damn lost me another fuckin game, you sons-of-bitches, but this little bitch here..." He slapped her ass hard splattering drops of his cum on to the nearest spectators, "this little bitch here made your old Coach a winner!! Damn it, a Winner!!"

Toni-Jo's ass was as sore as hell, but somehow she was delighted that she'd made the Coach so happy.

Merle and Hollander helped return Toni-Jo to a sitting position, but it hurt too much to sit on her ass, so they laid her down where she could prop herself up on her left elbow. She still felt the piss puddle under her hip.

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