Chapter 17 - Team Effort

I was very lucky when it came to teachers that enjoyed my sexual side. It could've very easily gone poorly for me; when my adventures first began I was a fresh eighteen year old and I was painfully inexperienced. When I look back on the girl that I was when Mr. Poln first encouraged me to suck him off, well, it has the makings of one of those dark stories you read about online from time to time. Thankfully Mr. Poln was always kind and considerate to me, and while he definitely enjoyed my teenage body he had always moved forward with my emotional and physical safety in mind. The same went for Mr. Grace the gym teacher, and Mrs. Stahl who worked so very, very hard to teach me about things. There's one educator I haven't really spoken much about; though, and I'd like to tell you about her now.

Mr. Poln had patience, Mrs. Stahl had creativity, and Mr. Grace had...well, Mr. Grace was hung like a bull. But Coach Ride? She was one of the most confident women I had ever met. She wasn't a teacher at my school, and even if she was I probably never would've been one of her students. She was the coach of a girls basketball team at one of the nearby private schools, and something of a local celebrity. Even before I met her I knew who Dr. Ellen Ride was, from appearances on the news to a few billboards for some of the local sports supply stores. She was a tall black woman with a hair so short it was nearly shaved to the scalp, and unlike so many other coaches she pushed herself to stay in shape into her middle age. From the billboards she looked large chested and well dressed, and in her interviews on the news she always struck me as a woman that had a tremendous force of presence. Honestly, the kind of coach you'd want your daughter to train under. Not only had I never met the woman but I didn't even like basketball, yet I still sort of admired her.

When I met her in person, I realized my admiration wasn't adequate to do her justice. It was a Friday evening, and just like any other Friday I dropped by Mr. Poln's office after school to find out what was on the agenda for the weekend. We were just a few weeks away from prom, nearing the very end of the school year, and things had been picking up in intensity on all fronts. In the past few weeks my little holes had been really busy, and every Friday night promised to bring me something tasty to enjoy. When I arrived in his office, wearing my traditional schoolgirl outfit of course, I was shocked to find Dr. Ride standing beside Mr. Poln's desk as the two casually spoke. Wordlessly I stood in front of the door watching them, my eyes wide behind my glasses as they continued their conversation without acknowledging me. Could that really be her? Meeting a celebrity, even just a local one, was a bit of a thrill.

...and so far, it was way better than the time I spotted the town's local weatherman eating an entire box of snack cakes in his car in a convenience store parking lot.

"Well, a deal's a deal, Ellen." Mr. Poln chuckled a little, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other. His stance was casual but not quite as friendly or forward as it was with Mrs. Stahl, and I could tell instantly he was showing Dr. Ride respect she deserved. His voice was clear and simple, and he didn't beat around the bush in getting to the point. "You won the bet, so she's yours for the weekend."

As soon as I heard those words I immediately perked up. Didn't even have to ask; I knew damn well who "she" was.

"Lovely." Dr. Ride responded, and only then looked over to the front of the room where I was standing. As soon as her eyes fell on me I shivered; goosebumps lining against my arms and legs as I sucked in a sudden breath. My hand tightened around the strap of my backpack and I even fidgeted a little, squirming like I hadn't underneath someone else's gaze since I had first started being a slut. Though our eyes met she didn't speak to me directly, and instead merely spoke up once more to confirm with my teacher. "This is her?"

"It is." Came Mr. Poln's words, along with a slow smile spreading over his face. "You can pick her up from my place at six. I'm sure the team will love her."

"I'm sure." Dr. Ride nodded her agreement, and after giving a small smile to Mr. Poln slipped her hands into the pockets of her well-tailored suit. "Thank you, Mr. Poln. I'll be in touch." With that Dr. Ride began to walk, stepping casually past my teacher's desk and heading to the door I stood before. I quickly squirmed out of the way, stepping to the side and watching with wide eyes as this gorgeous, powerful specimen moved past me. Dr. Ride didn't say anything to me directly, but as she let a hand rest on the doorknob she turned to look at me, drink in the sight, and finally offered a tiny smile. It was subtle, mature, and ringing with authority. All I could do is stand there dumbfounded as this taller, dark skinned coach sized me up, and I did my best to breathe in the scent of what was most likely an expensive cologne that she was gently marked with. Though Dr. Ride didn't say anything to me before leaving, her look had informed me of everything I needed to know.

Tomorrow, I was in her custody...and I already knew I'd be well taken care of.

"...Mr. Poln?" I finally asked, turning on a heel and looking to my teacher. "What should I do tomor-"

"I'll tell you tonight." Mr. Poln spoke simply, his hands underneath the desk and moving to work at his zipper. "But right now, Kim, I could really use your help. It's been a long day...and I've been thinking about your mouth for hours."

I couldn't help but smile at that, and I trotted over eagerly to join my teacher near his desk. I'd still have Dr. Ride in the back of my mind, but the sting of classroom tile floor on my knees and the taste of cock on my mouth was always welcome. I'd just have to wait until later to find out what was in store for me.

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The very next night, I sat in the car of a local celebrity being taken to a destination I still didn't know. The instructions I had been given from Mr. Poln were very specific; I was to do anything that Dr. Ride told me that I felt comfortable with, and I was to wear the outfit she had specifically picked out. As a result, while I rode in the passenger side of Dr. Ride's car I was wearing a thin white silk robe hiding a revealing outfit underneath. Red ribbon lingerie; little more than silk straps that crossed my shoulders and belly and surrounded my breasts, leaving both of them fully exposed as well as my bare slit underneath. It was "clothing" in only the most technical of terms, since I was completely revealed underneath as the silk served as more decoration than anything. Red stockings went up to the midpoint of my thighs and were marked with tiny ribbons at the edges, and I was wearing a matching pair of leather boots and gloves that took themselves up to my knees and elbows, respectively. There was no doubt about it; I was dressed to fuck, and it was all hidden underneath a simple silk robe while I rode alongside Dr. Ride.

The older woman hadn't said much after picking me up, and it wasn't until a solid ten minutes into the trip that she finally turned her head to look at me. We were resting at a stoplight as she moved a hand forward to brace it against my knee, giving a small squeeze as if to offer me some comfort. Not that I needed it; I was far, far more excited than nervous.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Ride finally asked, directing a question to me for the first time. As the light remained red she looked over me once more, and I shivered underneath the stern and powerful gaze of his dark skinned, mature beauty. She was dressed in a power suit and looked every bit as authority-driven as ever, so much so that I deeply, deeply wanted to please her.

"I'm...I'm doing well, Dr. Ride." I responded, trying my best to sound professional...or as professional as I could be, dressed as I was. "May I ask, ma'am, what will I be doing tonight?" I had half expected Dr. Ride to dodge the question to keep me teased, but instead she grew a slow smirk and licked her tongue gently across it. Her gaze upon me in that moment was nothing less than intense and predatory, enough to make me even wetter than I already was. I quivered and nearly withdrew my question, but she spoke just before I had the chance.

"My girls basketball team has had a tremendous year, Kim." She offered, just as the light turned green and the car moved forward again. "I like to reward my girls for a job well done; we'll be going to States next week and they need to know how much I appreciate them. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this."

"You want me to fuck them?" I couldn't help but giggle a bit, a blush already moving over my cheeks. I hadn't had quite as much experience with women as I did with men, but a teenage girls basketball team? It sounded like I was about to get a crash course. Mrs. Stahl would be so proud! "That's...that's a tall order, Dr. Ride. How many are there?"

"Twelve." Dr. Ride responded simply, before shrugging. "...perhaps just eleven. Before we get there I just want to ask you quickly to make sure this is all what you want." Her eyes dashed over, briefly gazing at me. "Mr. Poln's a good man I've known for a while, but...just to make sure. You like doing these sorts of things, yes?"

"I do, Dr. Ride." I nodded quickly, but practically beamed at the woman asking the question. It was always reassuring to hear the older teachers I did such dirty things for to ensure it was within my desires as well; it made me feel all the safer to enjoy my arousal. Mr. Poln, Mrs. Stahl, and everyone else had been wondering with such issues, and it seemed like Dr. Ride was no exception. Just to make sure there was no question on the issue, I cleared my throat and spoke up properly. "Dr. Ride, I can safely say I consent one hundred percent to being the lesbian gangbang toy for a bunch of athletes." The laugh that rose from Dr. Ride's throat was sudden and charming, and she smoothed a hand down the back of her nearly-bald head. She flashed me one more smile that was downright playful, and when she spoke there was a certain relief to her tone.

"Good, glad to hear it." She offered, and squeezed my knee a little harder. "I'll be dropping you off at my place, but I won't be sticking around. You and the girls are free to have as much fun as you want, and I'll pick you up in three hours to take you home. Understand?"

"I understand." Excitement was still clear in my voice, and already the possibilities were spinning. A lesbian gangbang indeed, something I hadn't yet experienced! I could feel the goosebumps on my thighs and arms, tingling from anticipation. "Dr. Ride, can I ask one question? It sounded like you won me in a bet with Mr. Poln."

"That's correct."

"Well, if I could be so bold…" I cleared my throat, and fidgeted underneath the fabric of my silk robe. "If Mr. Poln had won, what would you have to give him?" Again my mind spun with ideas, wondering if Mr. Poln might have won the chance to fuck one of those lady athletes. Any speculation I had was quickly put to rest; however, as Dr. Ride levelled her gaze at me and spoke in a clear, concise voice.

"I'll tell you after I pick you up." She promised, and I quaked underneath her authoritative gaze. "...while you're eating my pussy."

Sometimes, the nights just kept getting better!

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Dr. Ride dropped me off at her home; an expensive looking estate in the nicer part of town. She pulled me up a long and curving driveway to drop me off at the back door, well behind the veil of a few privacy trees and a long wooden fence. After nervously waving goodbye to the basketball coach I stepped out onto her back patio, and swiftly made my way inside. The door was unlocked just as she said, and as I slipped into the kitchen I could already hear voices from the living room, all casually chatting about what was to come.

"Oh shit, I just heard the door. She must be here!" She was indeed.

"Wonder if she's hot? I'm so excited!" Another girl chimed in, and I found myself hoping that I met her expectations. With a deep breath I slinked out of the white robe, and took a moment to fold my glasses and set them onto the edge of the counter. I was exposed now, wearing nothing more than the red ribbon lingerie and my gloves and boots, and I took one final second to smooth my hair back and mentally prepare myself. Just a few steps away was a gang of girl athletes ready to fuck me, a whole new experience in a sexual world that I was rapidly learning more about. Every step along my adventure of discovery had been thrilling and intense, and I knew this would be no different. As I practically bounced out of the kitchen and into the living room I threw my arms up and out, cheering with a bright smile as I unveiled myself to my lovers for the night.

"Congratulations, St. Claire's Girls Basketball!" I beamed, speaking in my most enthusiastic voice. "I'm your slut for the night, all gift wrapped from your coach!" When I received a round of cheers and applause from the room it was enough to make me erupt into a heavy blush, and I took that moment of adulation to scan the room. The basketball team was...diverse, to say the least. I'd never much been one for sports, but most of the teams at my school were pretty much the same collection of pretty, skinny blondes. St. Claire's, on the other hand, was a rich tapestry of different types of beautiful young women. At the eleven girls I saw before me there were three black girls, two Latinas, a dark skinned young lady wearing a hijab, a pair of skinny blondes that I fully expected, a girl with bright red hair and freckles, and two, well...it wasn't really a matter of diversity, but they were intensely goth. Dyed black hair, piercings along their ears and nose, sitting in the back of the room and wearing fishnet and leather.

Despite the rich tapestry of girls surrounding me, they all seemed to have a few things in common: teamwork, basketball skills, and a profound desire to fuck their new Japanese slut. As the horde started to approach I gave an excited giggle, and stretched my arms out to embrace the first girl to reach me. It was one of the black girls; a tall and muscular young woman that nearly crushed me as she gave me a hug, and as her hands moved down to grab my ass she spoke up in a boisterous and thundering tone.

"All right, ladies!" She grinned, slipping her arm around my shoulders as if she was ready to throw me to the pussy hungry wolves. "You heard the coach's orders. We got three hours, so let's get to it!"

"So, uh…" I chuckled, and let my eyes dance over the crowd once more. "Who's...who's first?" I had plenty of pussy to work through.

Coleen, Point Guard.

She was the towering girl that had nearly crushed me in her hug, and soon I was on my knees looking up at her. She didn't waste any time in dropping her pants in front of me, showing a shaved pussy with pink lips set against her otherwise dark flesh. Coleen was strong with well-defined muscles and a perfectly sculpted physique; to this date probably the most fit woman I've ever been with. Coleen also wasn't particularly gentle or patient, for as soon as I was on my knees she was pulling at the back of my head, forcing my mouth against her slit. With a groan of delight I started to work my magic, taking to hear the lessons I had learned from Mrs. Stahl when it came to eating a pussy. Surrounded as she was by all of her teammates Coleen gave a slow and aroused moan, rocking her hips forward to claim more of my mouth and boasting to the other girls as any good captain would.

"Shit, girls, she's a fuckin' amazing cuntsucker." Coleen offered to the others, showcasing just how crass she could be. Crass, but...astute. While my tongue curled around her hood and expertly teased at her most sensitive spot, I could already tell that her knees were trembling. Big buff Coleen had never had her pussy eaten by someone as skilled as me, that much was sure. "Little slut's hungry for it."

"I like her ribbons." One of the latina girls mused, and stepped up behind me to run her fingers through the back of my hair. She was wearing a particularly sharp and sweet perfume that blended perfectly with the nearby scent of Coleen's pussy, and only encouraged me further as she spoke. "Coach really spoiled us tonight."

"Well, we did get to States." One of the blonde girls giggled as she stepped up and joined in teasing my hair. "Just imagine what she'll do for us if we get to Nationals! Hehe, she might even get whores for all of us, instead of having to share!"

"But the sharing is the fun part!"

"I can confirm that is tru-mmmphh…" Coleen wasn't interested in my opinion, forcing my mouth right against her slit once more. I merely giggled around a mouthful of pussy, and continued to lick. It was clear that for the moment, Coleen was staking her role within the team in front of all of the others. She was showing off for them, making them watch as I serviced her and her alone first. When Coleen finally came it was tremendous and intense; her thighs spasming and her hands tightening on my hair, grinding her hips against my mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head and I nearly lost myself in the flavor and the scent, but no sooner did Coleen fall back into a chair did another girl pull my hair, yanking me down to the floor. There'd be no rest for me that night!

Mindy, Power Forward. Alyssa, Center.

As I was pulled to my back two girls surrounded me, one of the blondes and one of the other black girls. There were fingers in my pussy and my head was already swimming too fast to tell exactly whose, though each of them had a hand between my legs. The two girls pressed against me from both sides and started to wildly kiss at my neck, licking and slurping and letting their tongues trace every inch of flesh. I was already melting; squirming at their touch with my toes curling within my boots and the straps of my lingerie already feeling remarkably tight. When the two girls moved to kiss each other I was invited in on the action, and soon the three of us formed a delightful wet mess of wiggling tongues that spread our spit together and shared in an increasingly erotic moment. It seemed to me that Mindy and Alyssa were a bit of an item; but it was hard to tell with how much naked flesh was exposed that evening. As their joined fingers probed inside of me; however, I was left raw and sensitive and shivering at their touch. My arms wrapped around their shoulders and I held on tight while they fingered me, and Mindy spoke up in a giggling voice as they made me squirm.

"Eyes up, baby!" She was sweet, in a simple and charming way. "You gotta see all of us watch you cum!" Sure enough, when I looked up at the scene before me, it was enough to make my muscles tense all over. The other girls were all surrounding me and watching my nearly naked body shiver, their eyes hungry and determined. Coleen was back on her feet and ready for more, and the girl in the hijab was working at pulling a strapon around her now-naked lap. Even the two goth girls had crept forward, grinning in their own dark desires and pressing so close together there was no way they didn't fuck each other on a regular basis. As I looked at the girls looming over me, my voice quivered, but was still determined.

"Use...use me…" I begged, and the words were as genuine and needy as any I ever crafted. "Please...use your slut, girls...make me…" I shivered, and my muscles tightened around those fingers in my hole. "...make me...your pussy eating bitch…"

"I like her." One of the goths grinned. "Think we can choke her a little?"

"Ohh, or bring out the wax?!" The other clicked her pierced tongue to the roof of her mouth. "I like the wax."

"Maybe next time, you fucking lunatics." Coleen chimed out. "For now, let's play nice with our new cunteater. Aadil, you're up. Give this little cunt a nice hard fucking."

Aadil, Shooting Guard. Jen, Power Forward Backup.

The girl with the hijab on was still wearing her shirt when she got down to her knees in front of me, slapping the head of her strap on against my pussy before scooping my legs underneath her arms. She took a moment to look at me and I was startled by just how pretty her eyes were; an adoration that was soon put on hold as she stuffed that toy right into my pussy. I suddenly cried out and thrust my hips into her motion, and as Mindy and Alyssa played with my breasts they both pushed me down to lay flat against the floor. No sooner was I stretched out was one of the Latina girls lowering herself against my face, showing me a beautifully tasty pussy with a piercing against her hood. Soon I was licking while getting fucked and I couldn't of been happier, two strange girls I had never met before helping themselves to my body. I could feel more of the girls touching me, caressing me, fondling every inch of me that wasn't being fucked or ridden, and every last second brought a new euphoria to my mind. Aadil was a quiet girl but a ferociously hard fuck; slamming her hips forward with push after push that drove that strap on into my cunt's depths. Mrs. Stahl would've loved this one, I can tell you that much.

Actually, I think they even dated briefly after this, I...hmm. Can't remember for sure, Mrs. Stahl fucked several of these girls after I introduced her to them.

Regardless, Aadil and Jen made good use of their little Japanese whore that evening, fucking and riding me until my pussy tensed in another climax, and until Jen was squirting against my cheeks. The scent of lust was dense in the air beyond all measure, and I was ready for more! When Jen got off of my lap and Aadil pulled her toy out of my pussy, I looked up to see what was next on the menu...and I wasn't disappointed. The redhead, the other blonde, and the other Latina girl all stood before me...and each one of them was wearing their own toy around their laps.

Sarah, Point Guard Backup. Luciana, Small Forward. Maggie, Small Forward Backup.

Honestly, I'm surprised it took that long in my senior year to be made airtight with strap-ons. I'd been there before with cocks and even with a strap-on in the mix, but to be fucked in my ass and pussy with toys while a third one was shoved down my throat? New experience, would recommend it. The girls had drug me up to my knees and made me mount the redhead's cock, just as one of the blonde girls moved to claim my ass with a well-lubed toy. If nothing else, these athletes understood the importance of lube and safety. While I was grinding in between them the other Latina girl moved to claim my throat, and...well, I was honestly pretty surprised how easily she managed to cum by throatfucking me with a toy. She even squirted from behind the strap-on's belt, sending nectar around the sides and dripping down on Maggie's face. At this point the girls were all watching me with rapt attention, and when I wasn't closing my eyes from the straight of being fucked in all three holes, I looked around them with profound fascination.

They were all nearly naked now, save for the goth girls that were still fully dressed and fondling each other through their clothes. I could only barely hear them as they spoke about me in hungry terms, but I didn't need to understand everything to know their intent. They were loving me as their slut, enjoying using my holes and my body for their own pleasure, and so very, very pleased their coach appreciated their contribution. When Luciana fucked my mouth to the point of her second climax she was pushed aside by the other Latina girl; whose name or position I didn't catch, and she fed me her pussy while pulling fiercely at my hair. My eyes rolled back, my tongue licked up and down, and I gladly continued pistoning myself between Maggie and Sarah's fake cocks.

The four of us all met at least one more orgasm of varying levels of severity, though it's safe to say mine were the most intense as my ass and pussy were claimed. When they finished they rolled me off onto the nearby couch, where for a moment I wondered if that would be it for the evening. I didn't realize yet we weren't even close, and the two goth girls finally approached me with wicked, devious smiles on their faces.

Crymore and Heartpierce, Equipment Managers.

Hell if I know their real names, but those are what they asked me to call them while I fucked them. And yes...I fucked them. They seemed to be the sole pair of submissives that I met that night; if there was another she must've ducked out before the party began. But for the moment Crymore and Heartpierce were bent down in front of me on their hands and knees, begging for me to fuck them with a strap-on they had forced me to wear. One that...truth be told, would've been big even for me. That much was intense enough, but it was made even moreso when they handed me their leashes.

"Choke us! Choke your little whores while you fuck our asses!" Crymore begged, rolling her shoulders back and forth and trying to press her ass against my lap. "We've never been a Japanese girl's bitches!"

"Ohh, make us your hentai sluts!" Heartpierce groaned, slapping her own raw pussy as she begged further. "I'll be your Fushidarana on'na!"

...yeah, I didn't know what to say either, but at least I could take it out on their asses. After some serious levels of rolling my eyes I laid into the two bitches, fucking their asses raw in a fashion that would've made Mrs. Stahl proud. And I gotta say; as weird as Crymore and Heartpierce were, they knew how to take a ramming. I can only imagine it was because they were the surrogate whores for the group when Dr. Ride wasn't supplying one, and I bet being pinned underneath Coleen for any stretch of time could definitely toughen a girl up. I took my time fucking each of their asses until they climaxed, and choked them as they requested...with maybe a little extra choking thrown in for my benefit, an extra few seconds every time one of them tried to speak Japanese.

The night was thoroughly intense, and over the course of three hours I was well used by all of the girls on the team. Coleen and her towering strength, the silent desires of Aadil, the surprising ass fascination of Maggie...between those eleven girls, I feel like I did just about everything girls could do with each other. I scissored, I ate pussy and ass often in the same swipe of my tongue, I was fingered and fisted and teased with toys, and I even let the goth girls take turns spitting in my mouth. (It was weird, but they seemed to enjoy it.)

Simply put, I was every bit the slut that the basketball team wanted, the one that Dr. Ride had won in her bet with Mr. Poln. By the end of it that red ribbon lingerie had seen better days, and most of the girls were out cold. The very last one to fall asleep was the dark skinned beauty Alyssa, who had decided to take one last ride on my mouth before going to bed. Dr. Ride's living room was a celebration of evidence of a teenage orgy; bras and panties and fishnets all strewn about, and eleven naked girls lounging around as if it were a flophouse. Some of the girls were a clear couple and some other groupings I hadn't quite expected; Coleen was sleeping naked with both Aadil and Maggie pressing against her from both sides, suggesting that she was the girl that reigned over both. Even the goth girls were almost cute as they cuddled up together on one of Dr. Ride's comfortable chairs, holding onto each other like they were in a Suicide Girls shoot.

All in all, every girl on the team that I had met was left exhausted...and I sat there a full half hour earlier than the pick up time, perched on a stool in the kitchen and drinking a glass of juice. After all I had been through I figured Dr. Ride wouldn't object to me helping myself to the kitchen, and as I sipped casually from the glass I toyed around with a crossword puzzle she had left out on the counter.

The room was quiet, serene, and I felt enormously relaxed. Even as the target of a full scale lesbian gangbang, I had not only endured but thrived. And when the kitchen door finally opened and I saw the coach emerge, my smile magnified.

"Welcome home, Dr. Ride." I spoke quietly, and held a finger to my lips to keep her shushed. "Your team is sleeping in the other room...and they seem to have been well satisfied." Dr. Ride, with the same confidence and style that I had come to identify her with, merely quirked a brow as she regarded me. She almost looked surprised at my performance, as if she didn't think I could live up to my reputation, but the proof was in the eleven naked girls in the living room and the overwhelming scent of lesbian squirt in the air. Dr. Ride finally gave me a kind smile, and gestured to the door.

"...then time to drive you home, I guess." She spoke simply, though she let the word hang in the air before making a thoughtful offer. "Unless...you'd like to come upstairs with me."

"Absolutely." I smirked, and took another drink of juice. "Maybe you can be the one to wear me out."

Her time might not have been able to, but I had the feeling that if anyone could it was Dr. Ellen Ride.

End of Chapter 17.

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