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Soccer Slut Wannabes
Chapter 6
Thanks to a handful of aspirins, and a couple of ice bags placed in strategic places Luci was feeling much improved by the time the team returned from the afternoon practice. A few of the ladies popped in to check on her progress including the one who had finished her off with that final kick. Luci was thankful for the sentiment expressed, but disappointed that Nirobe and her two bedmates from last night hadn't bothered to show their concern.
The teen limped slowly to the dining room for supper, declaring that she was much improved and felt sure she'd be back on the field in another day or so. The group, who were devouring their meals like they hadn't seen food in a week, largely ignored her. She sat between two women she didn't know. Except for an occasional grunt or request to have something passed to them, they concentrated on eating with a dedication that was astonishing.
Luci wondered what was in store for her this evening. The prospect of having two demanding bed partners in perfect health taking turns on and in her body with who knows what, didn't sound like a very attractive way to spend the night considering the sorry state of her physical condition. Thus the little Asian cupcake was both surprised and delighted to be told by coach D that a cot had been set up in her room and Luci would be spending the night getting her rest. An hour later, freshly filled ice bags in her possession, Luci found her way to the cot and settled down for the night. She quickly nodded off, but sometime later her sleep was interrupted by the arrival of Lady D, as the players called her.
She feigned sleep but could not resist watching as the pale blonde stripped to the skin revealing a lean, well toned body featuring a set of apple sized breasts with stiff nipples the size of pencil erasers, a flat belly and a hairless vulva. Luci's slitted eyes grew wide when the woman reached down to part her pink cunt lips and then after quickly licking the fingers of her other hand reached down and gave her clit a slow, teasing rub, moving up and down a number of times before her body shuddered.
Luci was astonished at how quickly the coach had gotten herself off. She shut her eyes and prayed that she had not been caught witnessing this highly personal act. When she opened her eyes, coach D was donning a robe. Then she scooped up a towel from the bed and headed off, probably to take a shower. For a brief moment Luci wanted to leap from her cot and follow the slim woman so she could join her there. In point of fact the teen was rather ripe since she had not taken a shower since her arrival at the soccer team house.
The Asian doll slept fitfully, tossing and turning on the narrow cot, waking up frequently. The first couple of times she could hear the sounds of the soccer team doing whatever they did before going to sleep. The next time there was silence. Luci lay there trying to collect herself, and could not help noticing that coach D had not returned to the bedroom. Finally she came out of a rather nasty nightmare. She was hanging by her wrists, stark naked and Nirobe was throwing darts into her bare boobs. The teen managed to disturb the sleep of the coach, who had returned from wherever she had gone.
Before she could feign having returned to sleep, the coach was out of bed and leaning over her. The teen looked up at a pair of bare breasts and a face hovering directly over her head. Then a dry, cool hand touched her brow, checking for a fever. Then coach D spoke and Luci started to get that same feeling she had when she first set eyes on Nirobe.
"You've had a rather busy day young lady. Not exactly the way I would have wanted it to play out, but such is the life of a ladies soccer coach and young girls foolish enough to put themselves in the not so tender hands of young women who are feeling their oats. There is very little I can do for you off the field, please understand that those are the rules. You are going to have to buckle down and give it your all, and not just on the field either. My ladies are a randy lot, as I can vouch."
" No matter how many times I go to the showers with every intention to just shower, someone or ones usually intervenes and I am dragged off to a strange location or a convenient bed. Tonight was no exception. I should be used to it by now; after all I once was your age and had to go through the rigors of the soccer team's initiation ritual. Worse still, they decided to put me on probation for the first year and that made my life rather stressful."
The little cookie was wide awake by then and taking it all in like a sponge. She realized that the coach was using her more as a listener rather than a confidant. Luci also became aware of the odor she knew quite well, and it was emanating from coach D. She couldn't help wondering which of the team members had enjoyed the company of their soccer coach, and exactly what went on. For tonight only, there were two kindred spirits sharing the small bedroom. She laid her head back on the pillow and listened to the story that unfolded.
"My freshman year was dominated by the three S's; school, soccer and sex. School was inescapable and a cruel mistress. You could not negotiate with most of the profs or obtain delays when assignments were due. That wasn't necessarily true in certain rare cases, but these always involved upper class students, never lowly frosh such as myself. There were profs, both men and women, who would offer some leeway in exchange for a sexual favor or two. I was fortunate enough not to ever get into a situation that required me to effectively prostitute myself. I am always proud of that fact. To go on probation for scholastic reasons meant no soccer, which in turn meant no scholarship for me. No matter what else was going on, school requirements had to be met, even if it meant no sleep, shifting other things at some future cost or even turning down a tryst with some influential player, coach or supporter of the team."
"To me soccer and sex at times seemed synonymous. What may have saved my sanity was that the coach left me off the traveling squad and rarely played me at home unless it was against a much weaker opponent. I used this free time to catch up on school assignments and the like, but it came at a price. The squad knew from my initiation that I had an extremely strong sex drive and did not discriminate when it came to the sex of my partners. Over half the team were either dedicated lesbians or bisexual, fairly similar to the distribution of this year's group. Being on probation meant I was at their beck and call. Rarely a day went by when I didn't have to service one or more of the team. Evidently I was fairly good at it, and so the demands for my talents grew as the year progressed."
" After a while the straight team members decided that they wanted to have some fun with me as well. That was when I was introduced to the Syberon, a fiendishly designed machine that could produce intense orgasms in even the most reluctant female. For weeks on end I was tied up and forced to ride that machine for lengthy periods as my orgasms clicked off like clockwork. My tormentors took to betting on how many I would have over a certain period of time. I freely admit to loving sex, but even I was not able to keep up with the demands of this mechanical contrivance. There were days when I could barely walk thanks to an extended session with my mechanical lover as the women called it. In passing I should tell you that according to what I heard about your sister's initiation, she was forced to ride a much more powerful version of the machine and it may have finally pushed her past her limits."
" As bad as that was, it paled in comparison to what I had to do when I, along with another pair of unfortunates, would be volunteered to serve as "hostesses" at one of the wild parties or orgies thrown by the lacrosse team. You talk about your alpha males, their off campus house reeked of testosterone. For reasons I will never understand, I was very popular with those wild men. Once they kept me naked and available for an entire weekend, but only for lacrosse team members. Every one of them had me at least once a day, and some came back for second and third helpings. Somehow I survived that as well, and by end of year I was welcomed as a full fledged member of the university's soccer team."
"It didn't hurt that midway through the year one of the lacrosse team decided to make me his personal slave, a rare honor not given to many. He was one of the leading scorers on the team, and as his slave I had a favored status that stood me in good stead with the soccer team. As his private stock, so to speak, I slept only with him or someone he designated. In the nearly six months I served my master, this only happened twice. The first was the captain of the lacrosse team who had become briefly estranged from his sweetheart, a remarkably gifted athlete who held the conference pole vault record and ultimately made the US Olympic team. The second was his father who was a member of the lacrosse team when he attended the university."
"Both times I considered it an honor to serve my master in this manner, and treasure both occasions. My former master is currently working in New York as a senior stock broker, the youngest in the firm's history. He is expected to go far and his engagement to a fine young lady from a very good family was recently announced. I look forward to attending the wedding. That's enough for tonight, you need to rest so you can romp with your potential peers and show your mettle. I won't bore you with the rest of my life story, but being able to talk to you like this may have helped us both."
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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