Chapter 61: Proper Collection

The six players from Andrew’s team didn’t give Elena time to change her mind.

Hands settled on her bare waist, her upper arms, the soft skin of her hips where the shorts had already been pulled down. They guided her off the court and down the short corridor toward the women’s locker room with clear purpose. Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs. Her jersey was still shoved up above her breasts. Her shorts hung low on her thighs. The cool air of the hallway brushed against skin that was already flushed and sensitive from the open groping on the court.

Behind them, Tim’s entire team remained on the sideline. None of them moved to follow. The rule had been set days earlier and reinforced every practice since: the winning side collected the reward. Tim’s group had lost. All they could do was watch as Andrew’s six players disappeared through the locker room door with their coach.

The door shut firmly behind the last of them.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted immediately.

Andrew locked the outer door. The click of the bolt was quiet but final. Elena stood near the center of the changing area, still half-dressed, breathing faster than the short walk alone could explain. The six young men spread out around her. There was no hesitation left in any of them. The previous day’s group encounter with Tim’s team had removed the last traces of uncertainty. They knew what the “special reward” looked like. They knew the one boundary Elena had held. And they intended to take everything short of that boundary.

Clothes came off quickly.

Six hard cocks were freed. Elena’s remaining clothing was pulled the rest of the way off her body and tossed aside. She stood completely naked in the middle of the circle, the same way she had the day before. The difference was the set of faces surrounding her — Andrew’s team instead of Tim’s — and the heavier, more possessive energy in the room.

They moved in at once.

Two players took her hands and wrapped her fingers around their cocks, guiding her into firm, steady strokes. A third stepped in front of her, gripped the base of his shaft, and pushed the head against her lips. Elena opened her mouth and let him slide inside. The thick length stretched her lips as he began to thrust shallowly, using her mouth with controlled rhythm. A fourth player dropped to one knee, gathered her full breasts in both hands, and pressed them together around his cock. He fucked the soft valley of her tits with short, eager strokes, the head appearing and disappearing between her soft flesh.

The fifth and sixth players took positions on either side and behind her. Hands roamed freely — squeezing her breasts when the tit-fucking player shifted, sliding down her stomach, gripping the soft cheeks of her ass. One of them knelt behind her and pushed his hard cock between her ass cheeks, grinding slowly along the cleft the same way the player from Tim’s team had done the previous day. The thick shaft slid up and down, the head occasionally brushing sensitive skin without pushing inside.

Elena’s body rocked under the combined attention.

She stroked the two cocks in her hands with steady motions. She sucked the one in her mouth, saliva gathering at the corners of her lips. Her breasts were used without pause. The player behind her kept grinding between her cheeks with increasing urgency. The wet sounds of oral sex, the soft slap of skin against her tits, and the low breathing of six young men filled the locker room.

Outside, Tim’s team remained near the court entrance. A couple of them had drifted closer to the corridor, close enough to hear the muffled sounds coming from behind the locked door. They couldn’t see anything, but they knew exactly what was happening. Frustration sat heavy on their faces. There was nothing they could do about it.

Inside, Elena’s own body responded despite the overwhelming situation. The constant stimulation — the cock stretching her mouth, the hands and shaft using her breasts, the thick length grinding between her ass cheeks — kept her wet and sensitive. Soft, muffled moans escaped around the shaft in her mouth whenever the player behind her dragged particularly firmly against her. She was still holding the one firm line she had drawn: no one was allowed to push inside her. Everything else was being taken freely, and she was allowing it.

The players rotated positions without needing to speak.

The one who had been in her mouth stepped back, breathing hard, and was replaced by another. Elena’s hands never stopped moving. When one cock left her grip, another took its place. The player fucking her breasts eventually groaned and came, thick ropes of cum streaking across her chest and the underside of her chin. Elena kept her position, letting the next player take his place between her tits while she continued sucking and stroking the others.

One by one, they finished.

The player grinding between her ass cheeks came with a low, strained sound, his release spilling across the small of her back and the upper curves of her ass. Another finished in her mouth; Elena swallowed what she could and let the rest spill from her lips. The two she had been stroking came across her hands and stomach. Andrew, who had stayed near her head for most of the session, finally guided her mouth back to his thick cock and came hard across her tongue with a deep groan, one hand resting heavily in her hair.

By the time the last of them stepped back, Elena was marked with their release in multiple places — chest, chin, stomach, the small of her back. Her jaw ached. Her hands were sticky. Her thighs were damp with her own arousal. She remained on her knees in the center of the circle, breathing hard, the taste of several men lingering on her tongue.

No one had fucked her.

The boundary had held.

Andrew looked down at her for a long moment, his expression darkly satisfied. Around him, the rest of his team pulled their clothes back into place in silence. The air in the locker room was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

Outside, Tim’s team finally began to disperse, the muffled sounds from behind the door having faded. They still looked frustrated. They still had nothing they could do about what had just been taken from them.

Andrew unlocked the door.

One by one his players filed out, each of them glancing back at Elena’s spent, cum-marked body before leaving. Andrew was the last to go. He paused at the threshold, looked at her once more, and then followed the others out into the corridor.

Elena remained on the floor of the empty locker room for a long time after the door closed, the only sound the soft drip of the shower she still hadn’t used.

End of Chapter 61

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