Chapter 62: Final Distribution

Elena arrived at the court the next afternoon to find both teams already on the floor.

They were running drills without being told, the ball moving with sharp purpose, bodies colliding in hard but controlled contact. The laziness of the first days was completely gone. The system she had created — win and claim the reward — had transformed twelve unmotivated players into a pair of hungry, competitive packs. Andrew's side and Tim's side occupied opposite halves of the court, the rivalry between the two groups now fully established and visible in every contested rebound.

Elena walked to the center line in the same tight jersey and shorts. She had again left the bra in her bag. The thin fabric clung to her bare breasts the moment she stepped under the gym lights. Twelve pairs of eyes locked onto her at once.

"Game," she announced. "Same rule. Winning team gets the reward."

The teams formed without argument. The game that followed was the most intense yet. Andrew and Tim matched each other possession for possession, their personal history adding an edge to every collision. Elena stayed involved, running the floor, absorbing the usual deliberate contact that always seemed to land on her breasts or the curve of her ass. The score stayed close the entire way.

When the final minutes ticked down, the numbers were even.

A draw.

Elena could have extended the game. She could have called overtime, forced a decisive winner, and kept the reward limited to one side. The thought crossed her mind for only a second before she discarded it. Something restless and reckless had been building inside her for days — the public groping, the locker-room sessions, the way both teams now looked at her like a prize to be claimed. Today she felt like feeding that hunger completely instead of managing it.

She raised a hand.

"Draw," she said clearly. "Both teams claim the reward."

The reaction was instant.

All twelve players moved toward her at once. There was no discussion about taking her to the locker room. Hands reached for her jersey and pulled it up and over her head in one rough motion. Other hands shoved her shorts and the thin underwear beneath them down her legs. Within seconds Elena stood completely naked in the middle of the open basketball court, the polished floor cool under her bare feet, the overhead lights exposing every inch of her body.

Tim's team and Andrew's team closed in together.

What followed was no longer a game of any kind.

Cocks were freed. Hands gripped her breasts, her hips, the soft flesh of her thighs. Elena was turned, guided, and positioned as twelve young men took what she had just offered both sides. Two shafts filled her hands. A third pushed past her lips and into her mouth. A fourth pressed between her breasts and began thrusting. Others ground against her thighs, her stomach, the soft cheeks of her ass. The wet sounds of oral sex, the slap of skin, and the low, urgent breathing of twelve players filled the high-ceilinged gym.

Elena kept the one boundary she had held from the beginning.

Whenever a cock pressed too deliberately against her entrance, she shifted, redirected, or reached back to guide it between her cheeks or along her thigh instead. No one pushed inside her. Everything else was taken freely. Her mouth was used. Her breasts were fucked. Her hands stroked without rest. Cum eventually streaked her chest, her chin, her stomach, and the small of her back as players finished one after another and stepped aside only long enough for the next to take their place.

She lost track of how many times a fresh cock replaced the one in her mouth or between her tits. The court that had been used for drills and competitive games had become the stage for a full group reward involving every member of both teams. Elena's knees eventually met the polished wood as she continued stroking, sucking, and offering her body while the circle of players rotated around her.

Outside the immediate circle, no one else entered the gym. The hour was late enough that the sports complex had emptied. The only witnesses were the twelve young men currently using their coach and the empty bleachers.

One by one they finished.

Thick ropes of cum marked her skin in multiple places. Her jaw ached. Her hands were sticky. Her thighs were damp with her own arousal. When the final player stepped back, breathing hard, Elena remained on her knees in the center of the court, naked and marked, the taste of several men still on her tongue.

The gym was quiet except for the collective sound of heavy breathing.

Elena wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at the circle of flushed, spent faces surrounding her. Andrew stood near the front. Tim stood a few paces away. The rest of both teams waited, still half-hard, still watching her.

She held their gaze for a long moment.

Then she spoke, her voice steady despite the state of her body.

"I hope you all enjoyed this."

A few of them gave small, satisfied nods. Someone let out a low breath that might have been a laugh.

Elena continued.

"Because from now on, this won't be happening."

The words landed in the open gym like a sudden drop in temperature.

Silence stretched. Several of the players frowned. Andrew's expression darkened. Tim's eyes narrowed. The easy, post-release atmosphere vanished in an instant as the meaning of what she had just said settled over the entire group.

Elena stayed on her knees, naked and cum-marked in the middle of the court, and watched the first real shock appear on every face around her.

End of Chapter 62

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