I had heard the stories of what went on after the girls’ basketball games. Hell, every guy in school had. But I had to know for sure.
They had just won a fantastic victory over Leyson Tech. The crowd was all riled up, and the girls were jumping around in those little shorts and tank tops they had. Most of them had no qualms about showing off some of their sports bras. The more discreet girls had t-shirts on underneath. Girls from the whole school; eighteen year olds so cute and innocent, twenty-two year olds who could be models. But I knew something else was up. I could hear it in the whispers of girls in the halls, in their giggles at lunch. That was why I hid underneath a huge pile of mats, like an idiot, in the corner of the gym, by the door to the locker room. I had been there since four that afternoon. Now I was ready for some gratification.
“Thank you all for coming,” said Mrs. Smith, president of the basketball moms’ society. You can tell that Meyers Community was a small college through the mere existence of such a club. “Our girls really love what you fans do for them!” Eruption of cheers. “And since we had a great victory tonight, all players and their moms can stay for our victory party!” Her eyes lit up as she said this, and from the crack in my hiding spot I could see that several girls were very excited as well. Soon, all of the fans had left. The moms of the basketball team were amazing. Every single one was gorgeous, elegant in their early fifties. Some of the freshman moms were in their late thirties, and they looked great as well. Mrs. Smith paced for a bit, in her smooth black slacks and loafers.
A T-shirt with the team’s logo on it only served to accentuate her curves. “Ok, girls. Whose turn is it for team initiation?” A smallish girl got up. I recognized her as Katie Alba, a member of the school choir. Her freckled cheeks were adorable, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of her top. “Me,” she said. I saw that she was visibly shaking. “Alright then,” said Mrs. Smith, “Thea, Patience, Jen, and Laura, take her down.” The four girls bounced to their feet, grabbed the young girl by the arms, and dashed into the stairwell down to the locker room. “All right, everyone, let’s get started!” As everyone cheered at Mrs. Smith, I snuck out of my hiding spot and slowly snuck down the stairs.
As I crept through the locker room, I could hear voices from the corner. I was already sweating; the locker room was very stuffy. “I… I don’t know if I could do it…” I heard Katie’s voice tremble. “Shhh… shut up! You’ll love it!” shouted Patience, a blonde fourth-year with lucious pink flesh (her legs seemed always freshly shaven) and the juiciest ass I ever saw on a woman. And as I crept over, hiding behind a locker, there was Patience rubbing young Katie’s ass. It was done gently, and Patience’s eyes shimmered with anticipation. Then, all four older girls pulled out bottles of water from a basket they had set up, and poured them all over Katie. It must have been ice cold because Katie began to yelp and moan with discomfort. And with each bottle, the girl pouring would knead the water into Katie’s clothes, and then pour another freezing bottle.
Thea worked on her tiny chest, Jen on her back, Laura on her ass, and Patience below the stomach. Patience carefully balanced a bottle by Katie’s shorts, not spilling a drop. “Need any more?” she said with a very naughty smile.
“No!!! Please, it’s too much!” moaned Katie, but she was soon frozen in a screech as Patience poured the whole bottle into her shorts, rather than on them. I could barely believe my eyes! My dick had never been so hard before! But the fun was just beginning. There were no more bottles left, and Katie stood shivering, her uniform clinging to her every curve.
“Alright,” said Patience, “Let’s keep it moving.”
Katie nodded, and slowly bent down to take off her sneakers. She slid them off without untying them; her gray sweat-socks were soaking too. She then arched her back and walked up to Patience. And to my utter delight, I watched little Katie lick Patience’s lips slowly and gracefully, as if savoring the taste. Then she pushed her tongue softly into Patience’s waiting mouth. I could see Patience softly sucking on the young tongue within her mouth, and I heard her purr contentedly as she began to stroke Katie’s thighs. Then Katie repeated her act for the other three, moistening the girls’ lips before enveloping them in a wet kiss. Jen, a second-year with pony-tailed brown hair and a skinny frame grabbed Katie and kissed her again after her turn was up. And then again as Katie tried to stop. And again after that. All the other girls grinned. Finally, Jen had her fill and let Katie go.
“Now for the good parts!” said Patience. I could scarcely imagine how this could get much better. Katie walked away from the girls for a bit, then spun towards them on her wet socks. She then nervously puckered her sweet little lips and blew a kiss at the girls. Then she slowly removed her tank top (number 3) and began to finger her sopping T-shirt. Her face was as red as a beet. And slowly, tears streamed down her face. Tears turned to choked sobs, and then full bawling. The girls were obviously aroused by this turn of events, and I will admit that I was too. And then disaster struck as I tripped over my own feet trying to get a better view of the sobbing girl. I fell right into view.