Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 15
“I WORSHIP the ground you walk on, Natalie,” Dennis moaned as they moved together. The activities of the other girls had paused as they all reached out to touch the loving couple.
“I hope you worship the pussy your cock is in,” Nat panted. “Oh God! It feels so good!”
“I never thought I’d be close enough to watch someone fucking,” Rosie gasped.
“I never expected it to be that sister I’d be watching,” Daniella snickered as she poked Roberta.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get a chance to watch this one, too,” she responded.
“I love you, Dennis,” Natalie said. The quaver in her voice immediately clued the rest in that the climax was imminent and the rest of the girls moved in closer to touch the lovers. “Come with me, Dennis.”
“Yesss!” he groaned as he erupted. “Oh, yesss.”
It wasn’t his first orgasm of the evening. It might be his last one before midnight. The party had been going strong and was the closest thing to an orgy any of the teens had experienced. Dennis had been with each of his girlfriends, fingering and licking them to orgasm. Brenda had also managed a full fuck in front of her friends, but Natalie got the last one. They all settled into the common bedroll, cuddled in twos and threes. Dennis was surprised to find Amy cuddled under his arm with one leg thrown over his and her bare breasts pressed into his side.
“You all are too wonderful for words,” Dennis sighed. “I don’t think any man has ever been treated so well as you treat me. I love each of you.”
“Do you think you could tell us apart just by looking at our pussies?” Diane quipped.
“I don’t know. I know one thing, though. When I have surgery, I want to remember that image. I want to think of each of your pussies and think of all the joy I’ve had looking at them.”
“Is that supposed to be, like, a painkiller?” Leanne asked.
“Um… No. Maybe you all don’t know this. I did a lot of research on the state of the art in eye surgery early in our freshman year—right after I got my computer. Even with what I read, I still want to try.”
“What did you read?” Brenda asked. She scooted up behind Amy and hugged both of them.
“The operation isn’t successful 100% of the time. There’s about a three percent failure rate. The thing is that nearly all the failures resulted in total blindness.”
“You mean, there’s a three percent chance that instead of having perfect eyesight after the operation, you could be blind?” Judith asked. She was horrified at the thought.
“Roughly, yes. That’s why they almost never do both eyes in the same surgery. They do one eye and wait for it to heal, then they work on the other eye. If the first eye isn’t successful, the patient has the option of not risking the other eye. So, in the event of a failure, I would still have one eye that is neither better nor worse than it is now. Except, I’d want to go ahead with the other eye anyway. I think it’s worth the risk.”
“Really? I don’t think I’d have the courage to do even one eye,” Leanne said. “Um… If you want, you can look at my pussy every day from now until the surgery. I want to know you are going into it with that image in your mind.”
“As great as that sounds, it probably isn’t possible.”
“Do you know when they’re going to do the surgery?” Diane asked Brenda.
“No. That’s really up to Dennis. And the doctor. I’m sure there will be a consultation first so the doctor can actually explain the operation in detail. He’ll probably want to do an examination, as well. Previous records need to be transferred to the university. I suppose it could take months to get everything together.”
“I’m okay with that,” Dennis said. “Just knowing I could have the surgery is enough to make me grateful. I just love you all so much, I think I’ll burst.”
There was more sleepy chit-chat, many kisses, and a couple more orgasms before they all drifted off to sleep. According to Dennis’s watch, held almost against his eye, it was about three-thirty when he woke to find Amy rubbing her pussy against his leg. Dennis ran his hand down her side and slipped it between them. Amy humped against his fingers, getting wetter by the second. She kissed him now that she knew he was awake.
“You know what I really want,” she whispered. “Will you? Please?”
“You really don’t want to lose your virginity with everyone else around, do you?” he asked.
“No. I mean maybe, but that’s not the subject. You know. Putting it in me back there.”
“Oh! You want me to… now?” he asked as he gathered what she wanted.
“Yes. I put some lube down there before we cuddled up to sleep. I have enough natural juices flowing now to activate any lube that’s dried up. Will you… fuck my bottom? Please?”
Dennis’s cock, held in her hand, was responding before he got words out.
“Anything you want, pet.”
Amy turned away from him and pressed her bottom back against him. He reached down between her legs and dragged some of her lubricant up between her cheeks. Then he began to rub up and down her crack, swiping his cock through her juices and spreading them that way. Amy was getting more and more excited as she thrust her butt back to meet his strokes, catching about every third stroke on her hole before he slid past.
Her thrusts became more deliberate and he was hung up on her anus for a few seconds before he slid past. And finally, the moment came when he didn’t slide past. He hooked the tip of his cock on her tight hole and lodged against it. Amy controlled the action and bounced on the point as her butt fluttered open and shut. The longer he held his cock against her anus, the deeper it sank. Soon the head popped through her sphincter, causing a little gasp. It was quickly silenced as Brenda covered her girlfriend’s mouth with her own. Dennis tried to stay still, but couldn’t help matching her little strokes with miniscule thrusts that drove him deeper and deeper into her rectum.
Dennis was nearly half in her when she shuddered through an orgasm. He could feel Brenda’s fingers manipulating Amy’s clit, even as he wrapped hands around her torso and squeezed her slight but growing breasts. The pulsing around his cock brought Dennis to a climax and he buried his face in her hair to keep his whine from being too loud. Both Amy and Dennis lay gasping short breaths as he softened and was pushed out of her.
“You probably want to go wash that, now,” Brenda whispered. “I’m pretty sure you’ll want it fresh and clean again soon. Girls will be waking and you know what that means.” The two headed for the bathroom and after a moment’s consideration, Brenda followed them. Amy sat on the stool while Dennis started running water in the sink to warm it up. Brenda turned it off and turned on the shower instead. “You can almost bet there will be no hot water left when you want a shower later. That’s life with nine women.”
“I can’t believe you let me do that to you, Amy. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe you’re willing to do it for me. It’s almost like, more intimate than if you put your cock in my pussy. But I want that, too. I’m not concerned about my virginity. The only reason my hymen exists is for you to take it. But if I happen to break it just playing around, it’s no big loss. You’ll still have my virginity when we fuck,” Amy said.
“Are you going to be able to run Tuesday?” Brenda giggled, gently bathing her girlfriend’s asshole.
“That’s a different problem. Who knows?”
“Are we finally through with this, Brisco?” The Special Agent in Charge (SAC) of the Omaha Division was in the Des Moines office grilling the team about what went wrong and what their status was. For Brisco, it was worse than the perfunctory inquest. The dead Unger kid was not a law enforcement action, so the case went to the DA to investigate. DCI indicated Unger’s blood was on Perkins’ clothes and that finalized their inquiry. Perkins’ death followed a witnessed murder and spent bullets recovered from Brisco’s car clearly showed the agent was under fire and returned it appropriately.
The issue for the DEA was whether they could close the book on this problem or if it was still active. Brisco wanted to be done with it as much as anyone.
“We may be at a hard stop,” Brisco said. “Perkins died without revealing his new source. His dealers all scattered except two who were found dead and one who asked for protective custody. It doesn’t really look like he has anything to offer now that Perkins is dead. Are we clear of drugs in Iowa? No. Have we closed the Des Moines hub? No again. Do we have any leads? There is still a possibility of the girl, Carol Reston, opening up about Perkins, but we have no idea of how much she knows that could be useful. So far, all she’s said is that she’s safe and that he made her do it.”
“So, we have no current investigation in Des Moines,” the SAC said. “I want everyone on the investigation of the Minneapolis connection next. Agent Frank Prior is heading up the investigation. Coordinate your part with him. I know this was messy. I’m pissed that we lost an agent. But I’m proud you guys led the drive to mop up a significant wing of the bird, even if we didn’t get the legs. Agent Thomas will be honored at DEA headquarters in Washington on April 15. I expect you all there.”
“Do I need to worry about you, young man?” Tuesday’s home meet against the Temple Divas was a girls’ meet. Even though only a portion of each team had played in the infamous basketball game, the greetings between the two teams had been enthusiastic. The other coaches were with the boys’ team at Jamestown Military Academy. That meant Dennis was busier than ever since he had to get all the equipment out to the track, make sure the blocks were set, and still be able to hold a stopwatch or measuring tape. But as he struggled with getting the last of the equipment put away, he was met by a strange old lady who looked like she’d just flown in under her own power.
“I beg your pardon, ma’am?” Dennis said. “Is there a reason you would need to worry about me?”
“Hmm. My granddaughter is besotted with you. But it seems you have women all over you out there—even from the opposing team. I promised Amy I would not let her parents’ prejudices affect my opinions, but I can’t help being concerned about her.”
“Um… Mrs…? How should I address you, ma’am?” Dennis asked.
“I’m an Unger, much though I shudder at the thought. It seems some of the worse characteristics of the family line cascaded through my son Greg right to his son, Jerry. We did not have criminals on my side of the family,” she said. It was apparent that she did not appreciate either Amy’s father or brother.
“Mrs. Unger, I’m delighted that Amy has chosen to be one of my girlfriends. I would not dream of hurting her. She’s been very special to me this year and I am happy she is receiving your support,” Dennis said.
“One of your girlfriends,” Mrs. Unger said. “So, it’s true that you are collecting a harem. Are you a sultan of some sort?”
“Ma’am, I can’t and won’t deny that I am blessed with nine young women who call me their boyfriend and whom I love dearly. I did not set out to have a harem and do not understand why they have chosen me to be a part of them. But having them around me has changed my life. I think for the better.”
“And I suppose you had nothing to do with Amy’s poor performance on the track this afternoon? She’s seems to have been a bit uncomfortable walking around the past two days.”
“Um…”
“Gransy!” Amy called as she and Brenda came out of the locker room and ran toward Dennis and Mrs. Unger. “No fair grilling my boyfriend before I’m there. I told you I’d introduce you after the meet.”
“The opportunity simply presented itself before you got here,” Mrs. Unger said.
“Well, then let me do this right,” Amy said. “Gransy, this is my boyfriend, Dennis Enders. Dennis, my grandmother Belle Unger.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Dennis said, holding out his hand. Belle didn’t actually shake his hand, but laid hers in it as if she were expecting him to bow over it. He did, slightly.
“And this is my girlfriend, Brenda Grant,” Amy continued. “Brenda, my grandmother.”
“I’m so happy to meet you, Mrs. Unger,” Brenda said. “Amy has told me so much about you.” Mrs. Unger repeated the hand gesture and Brenda actually dipped a little, too. It might have been a curtsey if she’d been wearing a dress.
“Girlfriend?” Mrs. Unger asked. She looked back and forth between Brenda and Dennis.
“Yes, Gransy. And they are not all.” Girls began pouring out of the locker room. At first Mrs. Unger was alarmed, but most flowed past the little gathering in the hall where only the nine girls and Dennis stopped to talk to her. “These are our other seven girlfriends,” Amy continued, as if she were describing the most natural thing in the world. “Sometime we go by numbers. Number One is Natalie. I’m Number Two. Leanne is Number Three. Brenda is Number Four. Diane is Number Five. Rosie is Number Six. Judith is Number Seven. Roberta and Daniella are Numbers Eight and Nine, but no one is sure which is which.”
“And you?” Mrs. Unger looked at Dennis.
“Dennis is Number Zero,” Natalie said. “He’s our anchor.”
“I see. Amy, I believe there are interesting stories to be told here. I’m looking forward to hearing all of them.”
The girls were almost overwhelmed at the West High School Invitational meet. Sixteen schools participated in the all-girls track meet. There was some confusion regarding who could participate in which events since preliminary events counted toward the total of four events a girl was allowed to participate in. Since Judith was a sprinter that ran both 100 and 200-meter dashes and also participated in the sprint medley relay and the distance medley relay, for example, she ended up unable to run in two of her normal races because the preliminary and final race counted as two events, according to the West High director. She ran in the sprint medley relay and the team advanced to the finals. As a result, she had to choose (with Ardith’s help) which other race she would participate in. Any of the three races could count as two events. So, she could only participate in one. She chose the distance medley relay and sacrificed her position in the two dashes. There was a lot of confusion by the end of the meet with teams not having enough runners to participate in all the events.
In general, the girls did okay, considering there were at least fifteen competitors in every event. They took a couple of first place ribbons and enough lower finishes to come out eighth overall. Just surviving the day seemed to be enough of a victory. It gave them an idea of what the next big meet would be: the Drake Relays.
As he walked between classes on Monday, Dennis thought he caught someone looking at him out the corner of his eye. Peripheral vision was not his strong suit and as he turned his head to see who it was, he found no one at all. He had the feeling again as he walked to lunch, but again, whoever had been looking at him had disappeared when he turned his head. When he caught a glimpse of the girl the third time, on his way to track practice, he was becoming a little spooked.
“I keep getting the feeling someone is looking at me,” he confessed to Lana as they sat to rest on a bench. “I’d almost swear she was somewhere here in the stadium.”
“She?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why I think that. I’m just sure whoever was watching is female.” Lana hopped up to work at the next height in the high jump and Dennis collected his first aid kit to meet Leah Davis. She’d asked if he could stabilize her ankles a little for running the distance races. She ran in the 1500-meter and 3000-meter runs. Dennis looked at her ankles and pressed in near the bone.
“You’ve got just a bit of swelling going on, but it feels like water weight. Excuse me for being indelicate, but is it your time of month?” he asked.
“What? What does that have to do with… Water weight? Seriously? In my feet? Yes, I’m PMSing like crazy and will start tomorrow. That’s really what’s causing the pain in my ankle?” she asked.
“I think it’s likely. I’ll tape you up and that will help, but may I massage your ankles and calves first?” he asked.
“Massage? Hell, you rub my feet and I’ll become one of your girlfriends.”
“That won’t be necessary. This will just help the drainage of the excess in your ankles back into the lymph nodes. Once we get that out of the way, I can tape so that you don’t aggravate it while running.”
“Geez, Dennis, how do you know this stuff?” Leah asked.
“Oh. Well, when I’m not studying for school, I study athletic training and mechanics. I just read about this a few days ago, so I’m thankful for an opportunity to try it out.”
“Mmm. That feels so good. Are you sure you don’t want another girlfriend? Treat me like this and I’ll put out for you. No problem.”
Dennis looked up at her face and saw her trying to hold back her laughter. He sighed.
“I should just take you up on that,” he said. “I’m sure the other girls would love to have you put out for them, too.”
“Oh, geez! Do they really do that? I mean, I’m not totally opposed to it. I saw enough kisses at the team party to think it might be interesting. I just never thought about doing that kind of stuff with another girl. Does it turn you on?” Leah asked.
“To answer that question would be to confess that they do or don’t do that kind of thing. I think you should ask them about it. There. I think your ankle will feel a lot better when you run this time. If it works well for you, we’ll tape before the meet tomorrow. Go get ’em, Tiger.”
“You’re a sweetheart, Dennis. I’m kind of wishing I’d gone out for basketball this year. Thanks!” She took off, bouncing a bit on her feet and then approaching Coach Andy to show him the taping job. Dennis shoved the tape in his pocket and went to the weight room to work with the throwers.
It was unusual for Dennis to be ready to leave and not have a girlfriend around. It had taken him longer in the equipment cage than usual and Coach Andy wanted to talk to him about his taping technique. He said he wanted Dennis to tape him tomorrow so he could assess the benefit. Regardless, by the time Dennis took the towels to the dock, the halls were quiet and no one was around. He wasn’t particularly worried. Both the State Trooper and the DEA agent had come by his house to assure him there was no continued threat that they could discern in the community.
In a small town like Bartley, even living on the opposite end of town from the school was only a fifteen-minute walk. He turned off Second onto Elm and headed toward his house. He was about halfway between Third and Fourth Streets when he became aware of a figure sitting on the curb at what looked to be right in front of his house. He approached cautiously, half expecting it to be an optical illusion, a garbage bag awaiting pickup, or even the mystery girl who never seemed to actually be there. At twenty feet, he could clearly see it was a female, staring intently at the street at her feet. She heard his approach and scarcely spared him a glance.
“Right there, wasn’t it? Right there where the bastard pushed me out of his car and you saved my life,” she said.
“Carol?”
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