Fucking the Team Ch. 01

She snorted. "Should I draw up a contract?"

I shook my head, and sat on her, my ass on her hips, my cock lying on her stomach, my hands resting on either side of her head. "No. You're just going to show me."

She was looking into my eyes with apprehension. "How?"

I stroked her cheek. "You're going to give me your pussy. And because I know it's what you want, I'm not going to use it. But you're not either."

She looked at me, confused. "You're not going to fuck me?"

I shook my head. "No. And you're not going to fuck yourself. You're not even going to touch yourself, or let anyone touch you, until I say it's ok."

She shuddered, and slowly moved her hand away from her cunt, glancing at my cock on her stomach. "How long?" She asked quietly, eyes wide.

I sat up, putting my weight on her hips. "Until I decide. Right now I'm thinking I'll wait to use you again until everyone else on the team has fucked me. All of them. You have a dream, Michelle, of being my personal property. I want to see if you can handle the responsibility. You're going to wait to cum, as long as it takes. And I'm not going to do anything. And if you can do that--if you can leave your pleasure aside until mine has been satisfied over and over again with your friends--I'll accept you. I'll take you, keep you, and make you my slut. I'll treat you better than you've ever been treated, and you'll get exactly what you want. A master."

She looked into my eyes, eyes wide. "Yes."

I nodded, and stood up. She moved to stand, but I shook my head. "Stay there," I told her, and started stroking my cock.

I looked down at her teenage body spread for me, her small breasts perky on her chest, her toned legs spread, her red cunt begging to be filled, and I stroked my cock.

"I want you to tell me what you're going to do"

She moved a hand towards her cunt, then caught herself, clenching her first and laying it at her side. "I'm going to prove I'm yours. I'm going to not touch my cunt. I'm going to keep my pussy to myself, no matter how badly I need to cum, no matter how badly I need your dick. And I'm going to serve you. I'm going to get every girl on this team to fuck you, and when I'm done, I'll be yours. I'll know I'm good enough to be your property."

"Good girl," I told her, and moved around, so I was standing over her head. "Watch me."

She nodded, and stared up at me as I worked my shaft, my balls dangling over her face. She was breathing hard, and after a few moments, started shifting uncomfortably below me, wriggling her hips on the ground as I watched her face. "This is hard," I told her. "That's the point. You're a slut, Michelle, and you're a good one. But I need you to be my slut. And that means you need to control yourself."

She nodded. "I'm sorry, sir."

I shrugged, moving my hand faster over my cock. "I don't mind," I told her. "You're the one that wants this, that wants to serve, that came into the locker room looking for my cock. Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself. Worry if you can get what you really want."

She nodded, and pressed her arms to her sides as I continued stroking my cock over her face. I looked down at her, grimacing in frustration, nipples on her small tits looking painfully hard, legs spread as wide as they could go, desperate for my cock.

"Do you want my cum?" I asked her.

Her hips spasmed, and she bit her lip. "Yes."

"If I cum on you, Michelle, I want you to wear it home. I want you to keep it on your body until the next time I see you, and I want you to use it as a reminder of the commitment you made to me. Do you understand?"

She looked up at my cock hungrily. "No showers, sir?"

"No. Your body is not yours, it's mine. And if I want you to wear my cum for a week, that means no showers."

She winced. "People will be able to smell my cunt."

"Good. I want them to know how fucking horny you are, how bad you want my cock. And how you're being a good girl and restraining yourself until I fuck you."

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

I took one last look at her naked body writhing under me, and squatted, jerking myself to an organsm, cumming all over her toned stomach and breasts.

Her hips bucked once more as my cum hit her body, and she lay there, panting, as I slowly came down from my orgasm, looking at the white liquid across my student's body. "Fuck," I said, and a last drop of semen dripped from the tip of my cock, landing on Michelle's lips.

She opened her mouth and looked up at me, green eyes burning with desire. "Sir, may I eat the cum on my lip?"

I nodded, and watched as her tongue crept from her mouth, gently scooping the white drop from her lip, and holding it there for a moment. She sighed, and moved it back into her mouth, inhaling slowly as the cum dissolved onto her tongue, savoring the flavor. I watched her laying on the floor, flushed and horny, her first taste of my cum in her mouth, and smiled.

Finally, she swallowed, and smiled at me. "You taste good, sir."

I reached my hand down, still coated in semen, and rubbed it through her wet hair, scratching her scalp gently as I did so. "You did so good not touching yourself, Michelle. You earned a treat."

She looked at me in excitement. "What?"

"You can clean the cum off of my cock."

She scrambled up, onto her knees in front of me. I laughed, and she stuck her tongue out. "Don't be rude," she told me, my cum dripping down her chest and stomach, a small bit collecting in her belly button. I reached out and stroked her face, looking at the white sheen in her hair.

"You're just cute when you're desperate."

"Keep talking to me like that and I might have to make myself cum just to spite you."

I shrugged. "Okay."

She sighed, and pouted at me. "You really do know how good you are, huh?"

I laughed, and bent down and kissed her forehead. "Yep. You still want this cum?"

She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Duh. If that's all I'm going to get from your dick for now, I better make the most of it."

I patted her head, and stood, my flaccid, cum-covered cock in front of her face. She smiled, and licked her lips, then gently moved her head forward, using the tip of her tongue to catch a drop that was about to fall off my urethra. Again, she carefully let it melt into her mouth, swirling it around before she swallowed, then grinned at me.

She put the tip of her tongue out and placed it on my urethra, gently lapping at it. She used the top of her tongue to swirl my flaccid cock around, then bounced it on her tongue, the wet slap of flesh on tongue echoing through the locker room. I gave her a look, and she giggled. "Sorry, sir." She took a breath, and enveloped my soft dick in her mouth. Her lips were buried in my pubes, and I felt her tongue rub along the underside of my dick, cleaning the cum off of it. I looked up and sighed in pleasure, letting the 22 year old whore in front of me gently suck the cum off my soft dick with her warm mouth. She pulled herself off of it slowly, sucking hard, stretching my cock a little as she did so, and creating a little pop as the tip slipped from her mouth. She exhaled slowly, then gently lifted my cock, licking along the bottom of my shaft.

I started to stiffen, my cock hardening again in her hand, and she smiled. "I knew I could make you hard again. Want to use me to get off?"

I patted her head. "You did a great job, Michelle. And now you're done."

She pouted. "I think there's some cum left on your balls!"

I laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up, the sheen of semen still visible on her chest and in her hair. I rubbed some of it into her nubby nipple, and she moaned. I leaned down, and gave her a quick kiss. "We're done for today. Let that cum dry a little bit longer so it doesn't get on your uniform. And good luck!"

I walked away, leaving my cum covered star pitcher standing in the showers, a look of confusion and desire on her face. This was going to be an interesting few weeks.