THE MOTIVATOR

Story by misfit446

Yes, another start. Still no sex but keep reading. I am truly back. Enjoy!

THE MOTIVATOR

David Gorham College was a small liberal arts school outside of Peoria. The curriculum was the usual fare. The ratio of women to men was an astounding 80/20. And there were many farm bred dick girls getting their education there. A lot of the larger state universities still held some residual Futa resentment by the majority male student body in the schools. Although this was against the rules, the male students made sure to make any Futa’s feel unwelcome because of the hysterical fear of Futa’s stealing girlfriends from the males.

So smaller colleges, that never approached the number of students the large state institutions had, were now being inundated with an influx of students, mostly women, a shy minority of Futa’s.

And with that influx of dick girls at the local college came parties, fuck parties. The local high school girls now knew about the Futa’s populating the local college and soon dorms were being used for large orgies. The result of these parties became known a month or two later when girls were turning up pregnant.

The uproar from the staid and true farming families with their ‘pure’ pregnant daughters bulging with babies became deafening. The administrators now banned any unauthorized visitors onto the campus and into dormitories. This was to be strictly enforced by the RA’s on each floor as well as upgraded security forces.

This became a problem for the Futa girls. Only so many normal or other futas wanted to get fucked. Most had virile sex drives with churning over large testes, only wanting to fuck some other guy or girl. The girls were easier to seduce, especially when the seducer was sporting a hard cock with proportions above the normal male average.

Friday nights were big deals at Herbert Hoover High School in the town of Rainwater. It was situated fifteen miles from Gorham College. Adele Speer was a cheerleader, just dressing in the locker room as some of the senior girls strolled in late.

“Hey guys, we gotta move here. The game starts in like fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry about us,” spat Kerry, the head cheerleader. “I know how much time we got, rookie.”

Addie, as she was known, bristled at the comment. Even though, being a junior, this was her first year on the squad, she was as good as any other cheerleader. Her gymnastic training when she was younger helped her perform perfectly on the complicated routines.

Just then Mo burst into the locker room in a rush. “Mo, ohmygod. Are you okay?” asked Addie, seeing her friend flushed and messy.

“I’m okay Addie. I gotta hurry.”

Kerry was in her bra and panties and approached the late Mo. “Hey babe. You’re late. You know what that means.”

“Shut the fuck up Kerry. YOU were late too,” Addie said loudly. The other girls “OOOOHED.”

“Fuck off rookie. You’re lucky I let you stay on the squad.” She turned to Mo. The nickname of Mo was a shortened form of Moriana. Mo hated the name and went by Mo. Everyone accepted it.

“So, we’re going to a party after the game and you HAVE to go. That’s your punishment.”

Mo looked at the bitch addressing her as she pulled off her shirt, revealing her creamy skinned wobblers in their tight bra. “I don’t go ANYWHERE without Addie.”

“Best friends, huh? Okay she can go too. Hell, you both might enjoy it,” Kerry laughed and walked to her locker. The others in her clique eyed the younger girls hard as they dressed in their uniforms.

“What do you think is up?” Mo asked Addie.

“I don’t know,” Addie whispered back. The girls finished dressing and primped their hair before leaving the locker room.

“God, it’s like so creepy in there,” Addie said.

“Yeah. But I guess if I don’t go, I’ll get kicked off the squad.”

“I agree. If we stick together, we’ll be all right.” Mo nodded and the girls walked out toward the field.

The Hoover Hornets football team was playing Waring High Wolverines this night. And it was a slaughter. The Hornets were out run, out kicked and out passed like little kids. The Hoover coach after half time threw his clipboard at the bench and sat down, watching the carnage. Three of his players were rushed off the field on stretchers as the larger Waring guys just plowed right through any offense or defense the Hornets could offer.

“Holy fucking shit, fifty six to three. That was total slaughter,” Kerry screeched out, throwing her pom pom’s at the lockers.

“We couldn’t do anything right,” a toady offered.

“I hope Todd Hansen is okay,” another toady moaned out.

“We were out fought and we lost. Fucking deal with it,” Mo said. All noise stopped. Every girl looked at her like she had the plague.

“It’s true,” Addie agreed. “We sucked, even if some of them ARE your boyfriends.”

“You’ll regret that,” Kerry growled out.

Mo grabbed her stuff and was walking out when Kerry appear

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