Jenna Sucker For The Team Ch 02

Chapter 2

Jenna didn't hear anything from Rob or anyone else over the rest of the weekend, which was okay with her. She had a Fluid Mechanics paper she needed to work on and she devoted all her time to that. On Monday around noon, she was sitting at a study carrel in the school library, her face buried in a book discussing the pros and cons of deep water drilling. She looked up when someone tapped at the divider separating her from the next study space. A young man who looked vaguely familiar stared back at her.

"Hi. Uh, you're Jenna, right?"

"Yes," she replied, somewhat confused.

"Rob's in class but he told me I'd probably find you here," the young man said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a post-it note. "He wanted me to give you this. I guess the coach would like to talk to you today at four o'clock. That's the number of his office in the Athletic Building."

"Uh, okay," Jenna said, more confused than ever as she looked down at the number on the paper. "Do you know what he wants to talk to me about?"

"Beats me," the young man said as he looked blatantly at Jenna's tits, nicely displayed beneath her tight t-shirt.

"Do I uh...do I know you?" she asked.

The guy shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "I'm Tyler. I'm on the lacrosse team. I don't play as much as guys like Rob, but I remember you from the party on Saturday night."

Jenna remembered the name Tyler now; he was the guy she'd sucked off just before the three coaches came into the room. "Oh, okay. Yes. Umm, thanks for giving me this, and I guess I'll see the coach at four."

"Look, do you have a minute or two right now?" the young man said as he reached down and took her hand. "I'd like to show you something."

"Uh, what about all my stuff?" Jenna gestured to her books and papers spread out on the desk before her.

Tyler poked his head around the screen between Jenna's space and the next study carrel where a girl wearing big owlish glasses was sitting. "Excuse me, would you mind watching my friend's stuff for a couple of minutes? I want to talk to her about something."

"Uh, sure. No problem. I'm going to be here for at least the next hour."

"C'mon," Tyler said hurriedly as he all but pulled Jenna out of her chair. Holding onto her hand, he pulled her along at a brisk space until he reached the door to the handicapped washroom in one of the back corners of the building. He glanced around furtively before opening the door and ushering Jenna inside.

"What...I don't underst--" Jenna started to say before she was interrupted.

"I've got something for you." She turned to see Tyler with his pants already open and his dick in his hand, stroking his cock which was almost totally erect. "I got hard just looking at you sitting at that desk, with those big tits and that sweet mouth of yours. So, I figured, just in case you haven't had lunch yet, I'd give you a little something to help fill your belly. It was pretty clear the other night how much you like swallowing cum. I haven't jerked off yet today so you're in for quite a mouthful."

Stroking his hard cock with one hand, he reached forward with his other hand and started pushing down on Jenna's shoulder. Once her eyes had zeroed in on his stiffening prick, she was lost. She was already salivating, her mouth quickly filling up with hot sticky spit. Like a zombie, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as he moved in close, stuffing his throbbing cock right in between her parted lips.

Less than two minutes later, she got that mouthful of cum and, he was right, it was a big one. Once Jenna had swallowed the full load and sucked out the last few drops of tasty dogwater, Tyler was quick to zip up.

"Thanks," he said as he reached for the door. "And don't forget to see the coach at four."

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Precisely at four, Jenna found herself in the Athletic Building, somewhere she'd never been before. With her knapsack slung over her shoulder, she checked the office number above the door to the one written on the post-it note. Satisfied that she was in the right place, she hesitantly knocked. A few seconds later the door was opened by the man who she recognized as being the leader of the three older men who'd used her mouth on Saturday night. Yes, she remembered 'The Coach' as having a thick sturdy cock, a nice powerful slab of man-meat that was a joy to suck on. The biggest cock she'd sucked that night. He'd given her a thick tasty load too, thick enough to almost chew on, which she loved.

"Uh, Jenna, is it?" he asked as he opened the door wide and gestured for her to come inside.

"Yes, thank you," she replied as she tentatively walked into the office. It was littered with all kinds of sports equipment and paraphernalia; trophies, posters, banners and certificates. There were doors on each of the other three walls, with the door on one side wall open. She could see that door led to a small private washroom, and through the one at the back, she could hear what sounded like basketballs bouncing and muffled voices calling out occasionally. She guessed that door opened into one of the school's numerous gyms. She had no idea about the last door on the office's other side.

"Have a seat," the coach said as he gestured to a simple chair in front of his desk, which was piled high with papers and files that seemed to be in total disarray.

Jenna set her knapsack down beside the chair and took her seat, noticing the coach's eyes looking her over as she sat down. She knew she was going to be spending some time in the geology lab today, so she'd dressed quite simply, a snug-fitting white t-shirt with a Banana Republic logo on the front, and a faded denim miniskirt. Both items fit her curvy 5'-4" frame snugly and she saw the appreciative look in the coach's eyes as he looked her up and down, a nice expanse of the side of her full creamy thighs coming his way as she crossed her legs.

"You're probably wondering why I asked to see you," the coach said as he took his seat behind the desk and swivelled his chair to face her.

"Well, kinda."

"As you know, I was at the party at the frat house the other night and know what happened. Based on what I saw there, I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping us out this year."

Jenna was totally confused at this point. "Us?"

"Yes. By 'us' I mean the team, the lacrosse team."

Now she was really flummoxed. "What...what could I do to help the lacrosse team?"

"Jenna, would it be okay if I was perfectly frank with you? I'm sure it would be easier for you to understand if I could speak quite explicitly about what I was thinking."

Jenna still had no idea what he was getting at, but... "Uh, okay."

"To be quite honest, I've noticed that the boys play a lot better when they're feeling relaxed. You know, without being all tensed up and worried." He paused as she gave a little nod. That idea seemed to make sense to her. "So, that's where you would come in. Based on what I saw Saturday night, if you were to kind of do the same thing with the boys that you did there, it would make them feel relaxed. And I'm sure if they got rid of some of that worry and tension, they'd definitely perform better on the field."

Now it was perfectly clear to her. The coach wanted her to let the boys use her mouth in order to improve their play. They'd be getting rid of 'that worry and tension', and she'd be swallowing it. It was a novel concept, but she got the underlying psychology behind it. With the kind of analytical mind that she had, she found the whole idea quite intriguing, especially after having experienced what she'd went through on Saturday night, and how much she'd enjoyed it. But, there was one thing that was troubling her. She'd been wondering about it ever since Saturday. She had concerns about some other things too, and she decided to ask about those less important issues first before getting to the big question. "Um, okay. I understand now what you're saying. I have a few questions though, if that's okay?"

The coach was happy to hear that. At least she hadn't grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the room. "Sure. Go ahead."

"How many players are there on the team?"

"All Division 1 schools carry 48 players on their lacrosse team rosters."

"48?" Jenna hadn't expected there to be that many. She didn't recall seeing that many on the sidelines when she'd watched that season opening game.

"Yes, that's how many we have on the full roster and that attend practices. A lot of those are freshman and sophomores who rarely play. On game days and when we attend out-of-town tournaments, we're only allowed to carry 24 players."

"So I'd...I'd be expected to suck off those 24 players?"

"Well, I was hoping that you'd be available for more than just game days. They need to show what they can during practices too."

"So, all 48 then?"

"Yes. Well, 51 actually, which includes me and my two assistants."

"And how often do you practice?"

"Every day after school during the season. Except today. The players are all taking an English proficiency test right now, so no practice today."

"And how long does the season last?"

"Well, as you know, we've just played our first game, so the rest of the season is ahead of us. Basically, with tournaments and possible playoffs, it'll be about four months long."

Again, being a numbers person, Jenna had the numbers going around in her head. Yes, that was going to be quite a lot of cum she was going to have to swallow. She did like the sound of that. "So, 51 guys on a daily basis, for four months?"

The coach gave a bit of a shrug. "I know that sounds like a lot and I'm sure it wouldn't be that many every day but, if you're up for it, yes, that's what it would be. Seriously, Jenna, based on the way the boys have been talking since Saturday night, I personally think this would be the best thing for the team. With your help, I think we'd have a good chance of not only winning the division, but the national title as well."

The whole bizarre idea was starting to sound more and more appealing to Jenna. She could definitely see the boys playing better without the pressure they must be under at this level of competition. She knew that lacrosse was a big deal for Ivy League schools. Setting that part of it aside, what better way was there to feed her addiction than to have that many strapping young boys lining up to fuck her face. If she could help them take a load off, literally, it might be best for all concerned, including her. But again, she was still worried about one thing specifically, the thing that had been troubling her all along. "I have to admit, Coach, the idea sounds quite interesting, but I have one more question, which is quite important."

"Sure, fire away?"

"I was kind of thinking about this the other night too, you know, with all those guys coming in and out of that room. What if one of them tried something? Something rougher that goes beyond what you're talking about. You asked to be frank with me, so I'm going to be totally frank with you; I don't want any part of something like that, it would have to be just what I did for them Saturday night."

Before Jenna had finished speaking, the coach was already shaking his head. "You don't need to worry about that at all. I would never put you in a situation where you felt unsafe or worried about something like that happening. I've talked to my boys before the start of the season, as have all the other coaches of the various teams. If anything got out of hand with a girl like that, if one of those boys went too far and got physical with you, or any other girl, not only would they be off the team in an instant, but the whole program could get shut down. That happened a number of years back at another Ivy League school. A girl got raped by a player and the whole program was shut down for three years. Not just for that player, but for everyone on the team, players and coaches. They still haven't recovered."

"Huh," Jenna said with an understanding nod.

"Like I said, I've talked to my boys about that so they all know the score, to use a sports term. Again, I'm going to speak explicitly; there's a real difference from a girl being on her back getting raped and a girl on her knees willingly sucking a guy off, with no one forcing her. I think you can easily picture that, and how a jury would see the difference if the girl in question ever cried 'foul'." He paused and shook his head. "No, don't worry, that's not going to happen. You can trust me on that. And it's the same with their phones. No one will try taking videos or pictures of you while you're doing that. If I catch wind of anybody doing that, they're gone. I'll have them thrown not only off the team, but their parents will be informed and they'll be thrown out of the school too. Now, in the heat of the moment, they may call you an unflattering name or two, but nothing more than that. I hope you won't mind if that happens."

Jenna was satisfied with the coach's answer and explanation. She'd been wondering why none of the boys had made any further overtures or gotten more aggressive with her, or even just pulled out their phones and started filming her sucking them off. None had tried to take off her pants, grab her tits, or record it in any fashion. For that, she'd been thankful, since she just loved sucking cock and was happy to concentrate on using her mouth to give each of them as much pleasure as she could. As far as anything more, she still felt compelled to save that for the right time, with the right person, and so far, she hadn't felt that way about any of the boys she'd met at the university, not even Rob. But sucking them off...well...that was a different story altogether. As she thought about the number of players on the team, 48 virile young college boys in the prime of their life, and three handsome older men, well, the idea of getting fed as much cum as she could handle was starting to sound pretty darn good.

"Okay. I think I might be able to help you out with that." She paused as a broad smile came over the coach's face. "How do you see this working exactly?"

"Well, to start with, I want to let you know that we have some money in the team's budget to help you with any equipment or anything you might need."

"Equipment?"

"Yes." The coach reached down beside him and picked up a mesh bag. He drew his arm back and tossed it over the desk so it landed at Jenna's feet. "Just in case you agreed, I took the opportunity to speak to the coach of the women's volleyball team today and she gave me a bag of the knee pads her girls wear when they're on the court." Jenna reached down and picked up the bag, which was jam-packed with numerous pairs of knee pads. "I think you can see how those would work, and I think there's enough in there to last you a while."

"Uh, okay."

"And as far as anything else you need, we can take care of covering the cost of that too."

"Umm, what else do you think I would need?"

"Oh, well, I was thinking more about what you might wear when you're, shall we say, 'working' with the team? Let's call what you're doing for us that from now, 'working'. So, as far as what you might need, I was thinking of some sweaters or tops kind of like the one you had on the other night, or like that t-shirt you're wearing today, or maybe some crop tops or support garments to wear beneath. You know, ones that are nice and tight. You are quite a well-endowed young woman, and anything you want to get to help emphasize those attributes would help. Anything to help the boys 'get rid of that tension', if you know what I mean."

"Okay, I get it. And you have money in the budget to cover that kind of thing?"

"Absolutely. I have discretionary control of the budget for the team, and what we spend money on. There's just one person I have to talk about this, but I don't think it should be a problem at all. So, besides what I talked about, for anything else you need, like maybe some lipstick or lip balm, maybe some of those hair scrunchie things to keep your hair off your face while you're working, basically, whatever you need, feel free to get it."

"I can just go out and get it? Don't I have to have some kind of authorized permission letter from the university?"

"The sports programs aren't regulated as tightly as you might think. As I said, I just have to run it by the Director and we should be good to go. If you give me your email address or cell number, I can set up an e-transfer to you right now." He paused a second as Jenna took all of this in. "I think a couple of thousand dollars should be enough for you to start buying the supplies you might need."

Jenna was blown away but the amount, never having expected anything like that. "Two thousand dollars?"

"Oh, do you think that's not enough? If not, just let me know and I can transfer more. I don't really have a very good idea of how much women's clothing costs."

Jenna waved her hand in the air. "No, it's not that at all. I think that amount of money is more than generous."

"Well, that's great then. Once I make the transfer, just go out and get whatever you need. Oh, I forgot to mention a couple of other things. Since you're kind of a member of the team now, you should probably start carrying one of these." He reached behind his desk and grabbed a good-sized black gym bag, adorned with the school name and logo.

"Uh, okay. What would I put in that?"

"Well, I think you should start with a couple pairs of those kneepads. Always have them handy. And based on what I saw on Saturday night, I'd suggest you start carrying around at least one change of clothes, maybe more. It's probably best if you don't leave here with your clothes covered in cum. Maybe some toiletries too." He jerked his head in the direction of the open door she'd noticed earlier. "You're welcome to use the shower in my private washroom there anytime you want."

That part about having an extra set or two of clothes made sense to Jenna, based on the grim state of her spunk-soaked turtleneck and jeans from the other night. "Okay. You said there a couple of things you forgot to mention. What's the other thing?"

"Yes, when you go shopping, you should probably get yourself some bathing suits too."

"Bathing suits?"

"Yes, I forgot to talk about when we go to out-of-town tournaments. When we do that, we'll of course put you up in your own room at the hotel we stay at, plus all your meals will be covered. A lot of these hotels have pools, and the boys like to take advantage of that, so it might be a good thing if you got yourself a few bathing suits, you know, bikinis or low-cut one-pieces, that kind of thing. Again, anything that will help the boys to release some of that tension."

This was starting to sound more interesting to Jenna with every word the coach said. She thought the idea of those out-of-town tournaments sounded like they might be a lot of fun. A nice hotel, swimming with a bunch of hunky guys, her meals all paid for--of course, she figured that with all the spunk she'd be swallowing, she wouldn't need to eat much of anything else. Yes, this whole thing was starting to sound better and better. "Okay, that sounds fine," she said as she gave the coach a soft smile. "I'm looking forward to the challenge actually. If you want to pass me your phone, I'll put my info into your contacts list."

A minute or so later, Jenna passed the phone back to the coach. "So, when do you want me to start?"

"Well, practice starts at 4:00 tomorrow, so if you could be here by then, that would be great. Just come to this room and we'll sort things out from there."

"Okay," Jenna said as she picked up her new gym bag and thought about stuffing the bag of knee pads inside.

"Look," the coach interrupted. "How would you feel about trying out a pair of those knee pads right now? Like I said the other night, my wife doesn't do the kind of thing you do anymore and it certainly is nice to meet a willing cocksucker, especially one who likes to swallow cum as much as you do. Besides, I haven't gotten off since Saturday night, so I think you're going to enjoy the load I have to give you."