The Team Whore

Disclaimer notes: There is, to the best of my knowledge, no such person as Christina Welkins and no such High School as Lomert High School. All of the characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any and all similarities to existing people are purely coincidental. I totally made this up, I didn’t even base this off a school or a person. Now don’t sue me if you’re “Christina Welkins” or went to a High School called “Lomert High School”. Furthermore, I warn you that although no characters in this story are REALLY young, there are some chars under 18.
Author’s Note: It has come to my attention that Lomert means something in German, although I have no idea what. Also, I moved this from “Other” to “Erotica/Sex” and fixed the formatted problems (I hope.)
Christina Welkins was the prize of Lomert High School. She was 5’8”, fair skinned, blue-eyed and had long blond hair that fell all the way to her waist. Her face was unblemished, never having known acne, and, although she didn’t seem to use makeup, her face looked perfect. Her body was nice and curvy, and she sported an E cup. Her hips were wide, and looked so perfect for taking someone’s dick that most of the high school boys got an erection just looking at them, even when they were well covered with several layers of clothes. Her ass cheeks were large, but not overly large, and most boys had to concentrate to dispel their thoughts about what they would look like without clothes covering them.
Christina, sixteen and just starting Junior year, was the sex fantasy of every boy in the school. Although Christina was no stranger to sex, having lost her virginity as a precocious and sexy sophomore, she was no slut either. Although some of the men thought of her as some kind of whore who would do anyone, most people knew better. Christina didn’t drink, smoke, or do drugs of any kind. (Once, some of the other students had tried to get her to smoke, but they quickly found out that Christina hated the smell.) It was common knowledge that if you took her out to dinner, showed her a good time, and swept her off her feet, you could probably get in her pants, but you had to be polite, and you couldn’t just get her drunk. This, however, didn’t stop the persistent idiots. They made terrible pick up lines, cat called at her, and otherwise tried to get her to sleep with them. Six times someone had stopped her in the hallway and asked her for a fuck, three times an idiot had asked if she did blowjobs for money, and one boy had even had the nerve to ask her to play with herself on video for him! Christina was open-minded, and she didn’t dislike the ideas, but all of these people were simply too crude. (They stopped her in the hallway!)
Christina wasn’t one of the top students, but she wasn’t a bad student either. She attended all her classes, usually did her homework, and tested well. Although her mother and father were never at home and didn’t oversee her studies at all, she still maintained an A- to B+ average.
Christina slept with three or four different people a month, and although she didn’t mean to be, she was quickly becoming the school’s expert on sex. Even though she tended to be submissive during sex, she, consciously or unconsciously,she did what would give the both of them the most pleasure. Occasionally, people asked her for tips on what to do. Provided that they weren’t some asshole standing in the middle of the hallway, or making a stupid pickup, she usually did tell them. For some reason, she also immensely enjoyed moaning and begging during sex. It just made her feel so much hornier. She kept one boyfriend, who she slept with whenever he or she felt like. Christina could always get in the mood for sex, so she even occasionally let her boyfriend bring a friend or friends over and gangbang her. In fact, when her old boyfriend, from her sophomore year, graduated, she gave him a CD with a video of him and his friends gangbanging her, so he could jack off and remember her. She always took vaginal sex, loved to give blowjobs, but wasn’t sure about anal sex. Christina was also, of course, on the pill. She used to masturbate alot, but she didn’t much anymore, because she could always rely on someone wanting to fuck her brains out.
Lastly, everyone at Lomert High School needed to take a sport each year to fulfill graduation requirements. Lomert High was so competitive, in fact, that they didn’t even offer a P.E. class to cope if you didn’t make a sports team. For boys there was: Football (duh), Basketball, Soccer, Baseball, Wrestling, Hockey, Track/Field, Cross-Country, Water Polo, Fencing, Volleyball, Golf, Swimming, and Tennis. (They were also thinking of trying Lacrosse, but hadn’t started a team yet.) For the girls there was: Volleyball, Tennis, Golf, Cross Country, Water Polo, Basketball, Soccer, Track, Swimming, Baseball, and Softball. (They didn’t actually have a Water Polo team, but it was still offered as a sport for the girls) Christina’s sport was swimming. She wore a bright green one piece suit with a white floral pattern on it, and looked almost painfully attractive in it. Sometimes, there would be someone there trying to take pictures or video of her, and they often tried to get close ups on her hip and chest regions. This didn’t bother her in the slightest. However, during her sophomore year, the yearbook committee had polled the students on what picture they wanted to have on the front cover of the yearbook. The picture that won, with a 70% margin and by write-in ballot, was a picture of her in her swimsuit.
The yearbook committee had actually called her in to pose too, until the administration stepped in. (Instead, they had just put a picture of a warthog, the school’s symbol)
There was just one problem. At the beginning of her sophomore year, the school made an announcement that they were canceling swimming on the grounds that it wasn’t competitive enough. So, she had to look for another sport. She couldn’t play anything that involved a ball, because the ball far more often ended up hitting her than she hitting it. She didn’t want to run that far for cross country, and golf was stupid in her opinion. It looked like she was going to have to take track and field, but then, an offer came up that she thought might provide a way out of this. Her current boyfriend, who was on the boy’s water polo team, knew about her problem, and so he told the team captain. Two days later, the water polo captain sent her an e-mail saying that there was a way she could be counted as being part of the boy’s water polo team without actually playing water polo. This appealed to her, so she agreed to meet him to discuss it in the athletic offices next to the lockerroom. (He got a key to the water polo office.) This is where our story begins...
[Author’s Note: Sorry for the long description and corny beginning.]
Christina opened the the large gray and glum looking door to the water polo office and went inside. The door had a self closing mechanism, and shut behind her with a click. Inside, there were a number of chairs clustered around a whiteboard, a cabinet half-filled with trophies, a couple of water polo balls in a bag in the corner, and another door in the corner marked “Store Room”. The walls were a dullish gray, although all around the room they were decorated by paintings saying “Water Polo” and then a year. The ceiling was white, and looked suspiciously like asbestos from the floor. On either side of the room was a desk. The one on the left had a nameplate marked “Coach Stampton” while the other said “Team Captain: Dave ‘The Juggernaut’”.
“He gets a desk?” she thought with a start.
Not suprisingly, the man she recognized as the captain was sitting at his desk, reading the school newspaper in the otherwise vacant room. Christina read the headline “Swimming Canceled!” from the back. She knew Dave as another Junior, who was mild tempered, well centered, and friendly. (She also knew his last name was Shippo, which was probably why they didn’t put it on his name plate.) However, she didn’t get a chance to think more, because Dave looked up as the door slammed shut. He stood. “Christina Welkins. I’m pleased to meet you” the captain said, holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you too.” Christina replied, shaking his hand. “Pull up a chair”, said David, sitting back down. As Christina grabbed one of the green plastic chairs from around the whiteboard, she got a chance to look at the Dave and the surroundings more closely. He was around 6’1”, had light brown hair and a build that seemed more muscular than the football players. He had deep brown eyes, and was wearing a black-t sweatshirt that said “Lomer Water Polo” on it, and black pants. His desk was simple wood (“It sort of looks like particle board...”) and there was nothing on it but the school newspaper, a couple of papers, and a laminated diagram. Behind him was a waste basket.
As she sat down, Dave began to speak. “So Christina, common knowledge says you’re pretty much the sex queen of Lomert High School.” “Yes....” she trailed off uneasily.
“Did he just call me into his office to give a free sports pass in exchange for a fuck? I’ll do it but... it just doesn’t seem like him.” she wondered to herself.
“Let’s get straight to the point. I have a proposition for you”, the captain said. Christina started “Do you want me to..?”, but the captain broke her off, “I know what you’re thinking, Christina, and no I am not just about to ask you to fuck me in exchange for athletic credits. Well, you might anyway, but...”
“What do you mean, Dave?”
“Christina, here is my proposition. In exchange for athletic credits, you will be the team’s whore. I mean that you will fuck us to keep us in better spirits.”
She understood. “A team’s whore? Interesting. I’d get fucked every day and have alot of fun too. All the guys on the team are really buff too...It wouldn’t be bad to sleep with them.” she thought.
“I’m listening” said Christina.
“Every day before practice, you’d show up and fuck them, give out bjs, whatever they feel like to get them going. You’d also do this before games. Also, you might sometimes go home with players for the night. I know that you don’t live with your Mom, and your Dad is only home like once a year so...”
“It doesn’t sound that bad. It doesn’t even sound like alot of work. As a matter of fact, it sounds like alot of fun.” she thought.
“I’ll give it a try” said Christina. Dave, who had had his poker face up until now broke into a wide grin.
“Great. When you’re fucking people you’ll use that room”, he jabbed his thumb towards the staff showers, “so people don’t walk in on you. Also, do you masturbate?” “A little.” “Well, we might want you to fuck yourself on tape at some time so the guys can watch. Also, if you keep the guys happy, we pay you a $1000 stipend at the end of the season. I didn’t tell you that earlier ‘cause I thought you might take it as an insult. You might be a slut Christina, but you’re not really a whore. Even if we call you one.”
“Thanks, Dave.”
“Any questions?”
“Two actually.”
“Shoot.”
“Does the coach know about this?”
“Sure he knows. It was his idea!”
“Really? It was the coach’s idea. Bizarre” she thought.
“Are there any catches?”
“Well, the only real catch is you have to do what the team wants you too. They might want you to strip or something. That reminds me: I need your sizes.”
“Why?”
“You’ll find out.”
She told him her sizes, including her impressive 44E Bra size.
“Thanks. Any other questions?” said Dave.
“Yeah. Why do you want a team whore?”
“Other than the obvious ‘because we wanna fuck you answer?’ Last year there was a study done
that says that people have 70% more energy and heightened awareness after fucking. Unless you go to sleep right after you do it, you become better at physical activities. Oh yeah, and there’s that morale factor too.”
“Okay, I’ll be at practice Dave.” She rose to go, and he rose as well.
“Good. Practice starts at 4:00, so be there at 3:10 at the latest. I expect to see you” and he suddenly slapped her hard in this ass, “and that fine ass of yours in your swimsuit there on time. Once again, thanks.” They shook hands.
As Christina walked out of the room she realized just how excited she was at the prospect of being the team whore.