Jenna Sucker For The Team Ch 04

Chapter 4

The rest of the week continued very much like the first day for Jenna. Every day she'd finish classes and change into something more appropriate for 'work'. The boys seemed to love everything she wore, from the tight t-shirts and sweaters, to the blouses she wore with an extra button or two undone to show more of her spectacular cleavage.

It wasn't long until the scent of male cum permeated the whole of the locker room, with the 'Relief Room' getting a steady flow of business all during practice, and afterwards as the boys cleaned up at the end of the day. Jenna swallowed so much cum she barely needed to eat, her skin glowing from all the protein she'd ingested.

Friday came and with it the next game on the team's schedule; a home game against another big rival. While everyone else was on the field or in the stands, Jenna was at her station in the Relief Room, sucking cock as various players took their breaks by sticking their cocks in her mouth.

The coach was thrilled as the team played like a well-oiled machine, hammering the opposition 23-9. It had been a long time since they'd scored that many goals, and he heaped the credit for it on Jenna's shoulders, or actually more on her mouth than her shoulders.

The post-game celebration was a jubilant affair, with the players using Jenna's mouth at least once, all of them nearly drowning her as they shot load after load into her. As usual, the coaches went last, stuffing their cocks into her mouth as she eagerly sucked, working her magic until they gave her what she wanted.

After she'd finished showering and changing out of her cum-soaked clothes, the coach spoke to her before she left. "Jenna, remember I mentioned that my wife was going to be going away to visit her sister, and taking the kids with her?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, she's leaving tomorrow morning and staying overnight. Do you think you could do what we talked about?"

"You mean if I came over to see how many loads I could suck out of you overnight?"

The coach quickly nodded, "Yes, that's it."

"But didn't you say you were thinking of having some friends over for a little while too?"

The coach shrugged, a sheepish look on his face. "Uh yeah, I did say that. Tomorrow's our monthly poker night and I was hoping you'd be able to do your thing there. They usually show up just before 7:00. If that's a problem for you, just say the word and I'll call it off. I want to make sure you feel comfortable."

Jenna tilted her head as she gave him a coy smile. "No, that's no problem at all, as long as they behave themselves, like the boys have been doing. Like we talked about before, I'll suck off all of them, but I don't go any further than that."

The coach shook his head. "Don't worry about that at all. Nobody will get out of line, and I'm sure my friends would love to meet you."

"Okay then, how is this going to work? Are you going to pick me up, or what?"

"Yes. If you want to just let me know where you live, I'll call before I come to get you. It's about fifteen minutes away from here."

"What, uh, what time were you thinking? After dinner or something?"

"Um, I'm not exactly sure when my wife'll be leaving, but I'm pretty sure she'll want to get an early start." The coach paused as he let his gaze run over her curvy form, his eyes zeroing in on her big tits for a few seconds before coming to rest on her mouth. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind getting an early start either. How does nine tomorrow morning sound to you?"

After all the cocks she'd sucked off tonight, Jenna had been looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday. Her puffy lips could use a bit of a rest, but the idea of having all day with the coach's big sturdy cock didn't sound too bad to Jenna at all either. She was pretty much caught up on her homework, and taking a day off from the books would be a well-deserved reward for all the hours she'd been spending in the library and lab lately. Still...she knew she needed to get some sleep. "How about after lunch? It's been a busy week, and honestly, Coach, I need the rest. My jaw's a bit sore and my lips are numb."

"Oh well, sure, I get it. Would you rather call the whole thing off?"

Jenna quickly waved him off. "No, sorry, that's not it at all. I'd be happy to help you out, you know, since your wife doesn't do that for you."

The coach gratefully nodded his head, thinking about how amazing it had felt to have gone off in Jenna's mouth each day this week. "And having my friends over is okay too? I don't want to wear you out or anything."

"I'll be fine," Jenna said as she gave him a quirky little smile. "I'm looking forward to it, actually. But I was just hoping to sleep in and start the day a little slower. Besides, based on what you asked me to do, I can use a few extra hours of sleep."

The coach looked confused. "What I asked you to do?"

"Yeah, remember what you said? You asked me to see how many loads I could suck out of you overnight. If that's what you still want after your friends are done with me, I don't imagine I'll be getting much sleep tomorrow night."

"Yeah, sure, I remember...I still want you to do that. Okay, after lunch is fine. You sleep in as late as you want. I'll just give you my phone number and you can call me when you want me to come by and pick you up."

Jenna handed the coach her phone and he entered his number in her contacts list.

"When you come tomorrow, do you think you can bring a few different things to wear? I know the boys appreciate the tight sweaters you've been wearing every day this week and I hope you can bring some more like that tomorrow. And since you're staying over, maybe something from the lingerie shop to sleep in?"

He let his voice rise up questioningly as he finished talking, his eyes raking over Jenna's substantial chest. The shy hopeful look he had brought a smile to Jenna's face. "Sure, I can do that. I'll bring my kneepads too. I'll probably need them if I'm going to be taking care of your friends. As far as something to sleep in, I'll find something you should like for that too. But as I said before, coach, I'll suck your cock all night long, if you want, but I won't be doing anything beyond that. If you want somebody to fuck, you're going to have to ask Mrs. Coach."

The coach shook his head and waved his hands. "Don't worry, Jenna, I totally get it. I'll be more than happy to have you suck my cock." The coach paused for a second as Jenna nodded. "Until tomorrow then. And thanks for everything you've done this week. With your help, the team was firing on all cylinders today. It's going to be a great season if we keep going like this."

"Thanks, Coach. I appreciate that I can help out like that. The boys have been great, and I've been enjoying myself as well."

The coach looked at her curiously. "You really love cum, don't you?"

Jenna shrugged. "I guess you could say that."

The coach smiled. "Then this is working out perfectly for everyone. The boys are playing great and you're getting what you want. I'm so glad to see it."

"Me too," Jenna said as she gathered up her things. "All right then. I'll call you tomorrow somewhere around noon."

"Whenever, take your time. Get as much rest as you need." The coach patted her on the arm, and Jenna could see from the look in his eyes that he was already thinking about tomorrow night.

****

Having slept like a log, Jenna woke refreshed and ready for whatever the day ahead had in store for her. After the night she'd had slurping down load after load as the team celebrated, she found that she barely had any appetite that morning, her belly still full of cum from the night before. Some fresh fruit and tea was more than enough.

She'd had a quick shower the night before but took a long leisurely one this morning, making sure to get all the tangled clumps of dried spunk out of her hair. For the day ahead, she packed a few things in the new gym bag the coach had given her. For right now, she chose a white sleeveless turtleneck that hugged her curvy figure, the vertical ribs flowing in and out around the enticing contours of her large breasts. Beneath it she wore one of her numerous purchases from the lingerie store, a gorgeously feminine bustier made of shiny white satin covered in intricate white lace, the substantial bra cups reinforced to press her large breasts together and up spectacularly.

It worked perfectly with the red miniskirt made of a stretchy fabric that she'd seen in a store and fallen in love with. Not something she'd wear to school on a daily basis, but for what she thought the coach had in mind for a Saturday, it was perfect. A white thong that matched the sexy bra completed her outfit, but didn't leave any panty lines where the smooth fabric of the red skirt kissed its way across her full curvy bum. Knowing it would be a long day and she'd be spending most of it on her knees, she finished things off with ankle socks with cute little bobbles on the back, and a pair of white tennis shoes that made the whole outfit look sporty, but youthfully sexy at the same time. Just the look she thought the coach and his friends would like.

It was shortly after noon when she called the coach to pick her up. A short time later, she tossed her bag into the back seat of the coach's SUV and slid in next to him.

"Wow, you look great," the coach said as she snapped the seat belt into place, the shoulder strap pulled tight between her sizable breasts.

"Thanks. I thought you might like this. It's some of the stuff I bought with the money you said I could use."

"As Professor Worthington said, 'Money well spent'."

The coach pulled away from the curb and headed back to his house, his eyes flicking between Jenna's sumptuous breasts and her full creamy thighs, nicely on display beneath her short red skirt. As the coach said, within fifteen minutes they were pulling into the driveway of his sprawling ranch-style house. Jenna got out of the car and retrieved her bag from the back seat, her eyes taking in the property, noting that all the houses in this neighborhood were spread a fair distance apart. She liked it, the coach's home looking very cozy and private, with mature trees surrounding the house on all sides. Jenna couldn't help but notice a few other vehicles parked both in the driveway and on the street in front of the house.

"Are your friends here already?" she asked as she started to follow the coach around the side of the garage to the back of the house. "I thought they weren't coming until tonight?"

"Yeah, about that. You're right on that account. The friends I mentioned aren't coming over until this evening. It'll be our monthly poker game, and there are seven guys coming for that." The coach paused and looked back over his shoulder at her, a sheepish expression on his face. "Obviously you're wondering about those cars out there. When I was talking to you yesterday about coming over, with the excitement of the big win, I totally forgot that I'd arranged with my brothers and dad that they were coming over this morning to help me build a shed I've got going in the back yard. You don't mind, do you? You know, doing the same thing with them that you were going to do with my friends?"

The idea of sucking off the other members of the coach's family was definitely intriguing to Jenna. If the others were built like the coach, especially south of the border, she definitely had no objection. She felt herself getting gooey between the legs just thinking about it. "No, not at all. I think you know by now that I like a challenge."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," the coach said with a sigh of relief as he opened the gate to the backyard. "I'm sure they'll love to meet you."

As soon as she came through the gate Jenna spotted a group of men on the opposite side of the yard. There were four of them standing next to a sizable shed that was partially constructed, the wood frame walls and a couple of roof members already in place. They all turned and looked in her direction after hearing their voices. They were all clad in jeans and t-shirts or plaid work shirts, with a couple of them wearing tool belts.

It wasn't hard for Jenna to see the resemblance between the coach and the other members of his family. They all had the same powerful physique, rugged features and tousled dark hair as the coach. From a distance she could spot his father right away. That's where the coach got his looks from. The older man had sophisticated shots of grey at his temples, an iron jaw, and deep dark eyes that Jenna found riveting.

"Guys, come over here and meet Jenna," the coach said as he led her to a flagstone patio area partway across the yard. There were some lounging chairs set out, along with a table and chairs for dining. Sitting next to the table was an older man in a wheelchair that Jenna hadn't noticed at first. The men working on the shed ambled over after dropping their tools, their eyes raking hungrily over Jenna's curvy form.

"Jenna, these are my brothers, Tom, Gary, and Rick, and this my father, Reg."

The men all kept their distance but smiled and nodded in her direction.

"We think it's great the work you're doing with the team," the one named Gary said. "Their play has really improved with your help."

Jenna shrugged. "Thank you. The boys are the ones responsible for those results. I just do what I can to help."

The coach shook his head. "No, they never played that well until you were on the job. Your...uh, 'training techniques', shall we say, have brought out the best in them."

Jenna felt herself blush. "Thanks, Coach."

It was the father that spoke up next. "My son tells us that he hoped you'd be willing to show us some of those training techniques today. Is that right?"

The man spoke in a low powerful timbre, which had Jenna's pussy soaking her panties as soon as she heard his voice. As she looked at him, he gave her a warm smile and a knowing look that set her heart aflutter. "Yes, I...I'd like to do that for you."

The older man nodded slowly and his sons did as well, all of them smiling from ear to ear. "That's so nice of you, Jenna. I'm sure my sons here will be more than happy to make use of those training techniques of yours."

From what the handsome older man had said, Jenna was worried that he wouldn't take part, denying her of the cock she wanted to see more than any of the others. "Okay," she mumbled out as a purposeful grumble came from the other side of the table.

"Oh yes," said the coach as he gestured towards the old man in the wheelchair, "and this is my grandfather, Dexter."

"Just call me Dex, my dear," the old guy said, his face beaming with a smile that made his face look like a wrinkled old blanket. He had a mischievous little twinkle in his eye that Jenna found endearing. She couldn't help but smile in return.

"Hi Dex, I'm pleased to meet you," Jenna replied, thinking that the old man was very sweet the way he looked at her and smiled, that smile lighting up his whole face.

"All right guys, that shed isn't going to build itself," the coach said as he waved his hand at his brothers. "Let's get back to work."

"But what about...?" Rick asked, gesturing towards Jenna.

The coach turned to his father. "Dad, do you want to go first?"

"I'd love to," Reg said as he started to undo his belt.

"C'mon, you clowns," the coach said as he started to walk away. "Let's get back to it, and don't look so forlorn, Rick, she'll suck you off soon enough."

"So, do you want to sit in a chair to do this, or get down on your knees?" Reg said as he stood in front of Jenna and fished his cock out of his jeans.

Jenna's eyes opened wide as she looked at the growing cock in the man's hand. It was very similar to the coach's sturdy workmanlike cock, but it was even bigger, both longer and thicker. She felt herself salivating as she looked at it, the tip already starting to drool precum. "I...I prefer to be on my knees, if that's okay?"

"That's totally fine. Whatever you're comfortable with. I think you're going to be on your knees for most of the afternoon, so whatever works best for you."

"I'll just be a second." Jenna hurriedly retrieved a pair of knees pads and a scrunchie from her gym bag of supplies. She couldn't believe how anxious she was to get her mouth on the older man's cock. Less than a minute later, with the knee pads in place and her hair secured in a tight ponytail, she was on her knees, her head turned up and her lips open in an inviting circle, ready to do what she loved.

"Well, Dad," the coach's father said as he stepped up in front of Jenna and plugged his surging cock right into her open mouth, "it looks like you've got a ringside seat for today's activities."

"Jesus, Reg, look at her go," Dex said from his wheelchair as he watched Jenna start to bob her head vigorously, her flowing saliva already dripping off the underside of his son's cock. "She loves it."

"And she's so good at it," Reg replied as he took Jenna's head in his hands and started to lever his hips back and forth, fucking her face with good long strokes. "Oh man, that mouth is hot. No wonder all the boys love having her on the team."

Less than ten minutes later, Jenna got her reward as a big load of semen splashed over her tonsils. Just like the coach's, his father's cum was thick and chunky, almost like pudding. Jenna loved it.

"Who's next?" Reg asked as he pulled his spent cock out of Jenna's mouth with a nasty POP!

Tom was next, hurrying over and taking his father's place, his cock out of his pants and hard by the time he stuffed it into Jenna's waiting mouth.

Rick and Gary went after that, each filling her mouth with cum in turn. Jenna eagerly swallowed every tasty morsel she could, loving the feel of all that spunk sliding down her throat.

The coach went last and Jenna felt at home with his now-familiar thick cock filling her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on the thrusting shaft until he went off, unloading another massive batch of seed into her.

"Geez, Jenna, that never gets old...never," the coach said as he stuffed his spent prick back into his jeans and zipped up. He nodded towards the man in the wheelchair. "Jenna, do you think you could do me a favor? Do you think you could try working your magic on my grandfather?"

Jenna saw the grandfather's eyes light up when his grandson mentioned him. "Sure," Jenna said as she gave the wrinkled old man a playful wink.

As the coach went back to join the others, Jenna crawled over on her hands and knees to the old man, who sat there mesmerized as he looked down at her, his eyes staring blatantly at her full chest and sticky face, remnants of saliva and cum dripping off her cheeks and chin and soaking the front of her top until it was almost transparent. He seemed to be somewhat flustered as he reached into his lap and started fumbling with his belt.

"Here, let me," Jenna said as she pushed the old man's legs apart and started to undo his pants. As his fly slid down, she was pleasantly surprised to feel a hard protuberance pushing up against her hand. She'd expected to find the old man totally flaccid. But no, his cock was definitely fighting for air as it throbbed against the confines of his underwear. Jenna reached into the fly of his boxers.

"Oh my god," she gasped under her breath as her fingers circled around something she hadn't expected at all and was even better when she managed to pull it out. The old man's cock was enormous. So this was where the coach's male family members had inherited their endowment. Like his son and grandson, old Dexter had the same 'sturdy' cock as the others, but again, it was bigger still; the grand-pappy of all mighty cocks.

Jenna could only sit and stare as she stroked it, her hand looking woefully tiny as it circled the veiny shaft, her fingers coming nowhere close to touching the palm of her hand. Jenna thought it was a thing of beauty; arrow straight, with a thick veiny shaft that felt like steel covered in velvet, and an enormous flared mushroom-shaped head that just seemed to call out for her mouth to worship.