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Playing With The Guys (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Bevatoria

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He folded his arms in front of him, focusing more with his sense of sight then sound as he watched the players go through warm ups. Some of the players were already playing together, passing the ball to one another, shooting, rebounding, the sounds of the balls hitting the hardwood court all seeming to merge together. So he watched one person, let his sense of sound float away - as trying to identify the source of every collision he was hearing would drive him crazy - and then he was able to focus.

It wasn't as if this was the pros, but to run this camp Jake Peterson would have to convince everyone here they were as good as them. He had long ago stopped harboring illusions about his own prospects, but he'd made his peace with his lot in life. Basketball was his calling in a different way, and if he managed to play a role in some underdog's story, well...that'd make it a bit sweeter.

Underdogs were not the thing on his mind at the moment. In fact, his gaze was drifting to a couple of particular players who promised to make this camp far more interesting then normal. One of his fellow coaches, Andrew sidled up to him. "Do you think they'll make it?"

He shrugged. "Fuck, Todd, you tell me." Todd Walters was another semi-pro, a college player who had gone undrafted and wanted to coach up players to avoid the mistakes he'd made. It was a mature viewpoint for someone who wasn't even in his mid-twenties yet, but if you wanted to do more then just play with your friends you had to be intelligent to really play this game. Judging by the looks that the two players in question were getting, it was clear maturity only extended to certain parts of how basketball players thought.

And Jake couldn't blame them. "Okay, huddle up, guys!" He called out to everyone, walking into the centre of the gym, which had a full court and several basketball hoops set up along the side. They also had one outdoor full court, but it was mostly for informal games if the guys wanted to play in a less formal setting. Everyone who came here had some level of basketball addiction, and Jake had found in his time here both as a 'camper' and now as the head coach, it did the camp well to serve addictions wherever possible.

His worry about the two campers who were drawing their share of attention was the types of addictions they would serve, and encourage. Jake grabbed a ball, holding it loosely against his side as he spoke to the campers in front of him.

"So, welcome to Basketball Camp." Jake tended to leave the official name - Uplift - out of his talks, since the logo was plastered everywhere, and somehow even on some of the off-color balls they had - although there were several of the familiar Spalding variety as well. "We'll be doing drills for the next half hour, but after that it'll be a loose shootaround and several of the coaches-" He nodded to his fellow camp staffers, who were mostly the same age as him and as the college aged players/campers, save for a couple of older volunteers - "will be here to help you with specific drills if you feels like you need to run stuff early."

"When we start tomorrow, we will be setting aside time for stretch and going through specific warmups - the last thing any of us wants is a pulled hammy or groin keeping anyone here from showing us what they got." He smiled, trying not to meet anyone's gaze in particular even as he made sure to look everyone in the eyes. Let them see you value them, but not obsess. It was a trick his Dad had taught him when he had coached.

"Oh, and one other thing..." Jake nodded towards the side where two particular campers were standing somewhat close together. "I'm sure you all have noticed two of our campers in particular...."

Two female campers. At what was supposed to have been an all male camp.

"They *will* be staying with us..." ~And bunking with us...~ "..for the entire week." He let the words hang in the air before his voice got a little stern. "I don't expect you guys to treat them any different then you would treat another guy when you're across from them, all right?"

By even saying it, he was acknowledging it's impossibility, and he continued. He'd heard they were really good players, and due to a slight scheduling mixup, they'd been signed up for a guy's week. With no chance for a reschedule (and, as the camp director had put it, no possibility for a refund with how tight their budgets were), Jake had been told in no uncertain terms that the girls would have to stay.

"Okay. Let's split up in groups of three to four and head to the other baskets..."
 
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"I'm sure you all have noticed two of our campers in particular...."

At those words, Tiffany felt every pair of eyes in the gym turn towards herself at the back of the huddle. The 18 year-old forced her lips into a smile and did a little wave with the left hand. 'Thanks for pointing out the obvious', she thought, 'as if these boys haven't been ogling since the moment I stepped foot inside this stuffy gym.' Standing at a cool 5'11'' and sporting a spry athletic body, the busty brunette is the kind of teenage hottie who turn heads, especially when wearing a fitting work out top and stretchy shorts. Besides her looks, Tiffany's skills had also stood out during warm ups by shooting better than some of the guys. In fact, Tiffany is going to a Div 1 college on an athletic scholarship in the fall. But no one knew Tiffany is actually so fed up with basketball at this point. She used to live and breath the sport, but eventually all the early morning workouts... after school practices... sticking to a diet... they add up. Think about spending all that time on other pursuits: hanging out with friends like a normal teenager, or getting a boyfriend, or having a cool hobby like being a graffiti artist. So it irked her to be sent to a basketball camp the last weekend of the summer doing nothing but hoop, just because her stepfather wanted her out of the house for four days, as if she won't be moving out for college in a fortnight anyways. Just the thought made Tiffany's temper flare...

As the coach continued on, Tiffany glanced sideways at the only other girl in the gym, thinking to herself, 'What is she doing here? Why is she even bothering?'

***​

Mariko was the captain of a rival school team... although that is stretching the definition of 'rival' by a mile. Tiffany's team has trashed Mariko's for the last few years running, and on an individual level Mariko is a few notches below. For Mariko, basketball was never about getting a scholarship someday. That ship has sailed. Like the rest of the 99%, Mariko plays ball to have fun, be part of a team, make friends and hopefully some lifelong memories along the way. That is not to say Mariko is terrible - she is pesky as hell, those toned legs able to motor up and down the court all day, and is programmed to go after every ball as if her life depended on it. With her natural energetic and bubbly personality, she is the first one to lift her team's morale and help a teammate up. To sum her up, Mariko is a joy to play with and a nightmare to play against.

Even during warmups Mariko felt overwhelmed by the level of play. She hardly ever played on the same court with guys, and the ball seemed to move at a different pace! And at just 5'6'' she is easily the shortest camper. The top of her head could barely reach some of the guys' armpits! 'But that just means I'll improve more over the next couple days!' Mariko thought to herself as she wiped sweat off her brow.

***​
Outside, the temperature reached the nineties, and the gym felt like the inside of an inferno as the drills and scrims began. Both girls were fueled by an instinctive need to make a good first impression. Tiffany made it look easy as she hardly missed shots, but at the same time her boredom and indifference was all too clear from her body language. Mariko on the other hand had to be her usual energizer bunny self, which means hustling her ass off with 200% effort, all while wearing a smile and looking cute as a button (even though plastered in sweat).

It took no time for the girls' 'rivalry' to get going again, and once more it was one-sided in Tiffany's favor. While Mariko was on defence guarding Tiffany, she ran straight into a hard screen the taller girl set, sending the half-Japanese teenager ass-first onto the hardwood floor, the wind getting knocked out of her... while Tiffany received a pass and calmly hit another shot...
 
Jake watched with a bit of a smirk, the whistle between his teeth but not in his mouth as Owen passed to Tiffany, and it hit her right in the hands. Classic scenario. She sets the pick, the help goes to Owen, and Tiffany was open. So far, the guys had played pretty rough and tumble with each other, but were leaving the girls alone for the most part. He high fived Tiffany on the way back down the floor, giving a look to Scottie as he went back down the floor with a smirk.

He could feel her sweat even in that brief interaction, but his own body was glistening as well; bare arms and veins shining. As well as his head.

But it wasn't as if the other team was going to just take this lying down. Parker yelled at his teamates. "Come on, assholes! ROTATE!" For what was really an opening scrimmage, there seemed to be a fair amount of intensity - it was probably the heat outside. Still, as he called for the ball, he looked at Darrell, passing the ball off to another of their teamates as he ran by him.

"Set a pick on that fucking 'ho. Show her she can't mess with our girl and get away with it." He said under his breath; the bouncing of the ball and the attention on the action elsewhere - plus the fact that they were at halfcourt - would hide t heir intent.

The ball was passed around the perimeter, and as Parker made a loop to the three point line - Parker was an ace shooter - Darrell rotated around a blind side action and set his feet near Tiffany, giving a nod to Mariko to make a hard cut.

Poor Tiffany was athletic and tall, but the only thing she would feel as she tried to race to cover Mariko was a hard, unyielding wall of muscle through the thin shirt he wore, and the impact was almost the same as a blow in a movie as they collided. Darrell barely moved, and Mariko was free for an easy pass and layup.

"Legal." called Jake. "We ain't gonna go easy on you, girls...>"

~In more ways then one.~ He thought to himself, as he saw the camp director calling him over. He handed off the whistle to another coach, and as play resumed, one might be able to piece the conversation together about the girl's showers not working properly, and not being able to fix it for the rest of the week, minimum....
 
That hard hit on Mariko, the score, the resulting high-fives with her team, felt so damn good. Tiffany had always harbored an irrational hostility against Mariko and her school to the extent she would circle their games on her calendar. Those private school kids three blocks down the road had everything handed to them on a silver platter, with their fancy rides and trust funds and whatnot. On the other hand Tiffany had to earn and fight for everything - all those sacrifices she had to make, her single mom had to make - just to get to where she is. She relished every whooping she handed out to that sorry team of spoiled princesses...

... so she was distracted and ran head first into what felt like a concrete wall, her voluptuous teenage body smushing into rock hard muscles, before she found herself on her behind, dazed and sore. She turned just in time to see Mariko score the easy layup, a sight that boiled her blood.

"Legal. We ain't gonna go easy on you, girls."

"Woah! Good job! Let's go team!!" cried Mariko as she jogged back down the court, her ponytail flying behind her. She quickly dropped into a defence stance, bending at the waist with her feet apart. And even though the guys may feel wrong for sexualizing a girl while playing sports, it would be difficult not to notice her firm bubbly butt pressing against her basketball shorts, her flesh shiny with sweat, peaks of her sports bra beneath her loose jersey...

Tiffany scrambled to her feet and gave Darrell a stink eye. He didn't have to hit her that hard, and that was no doubt retaliation for her screen on Mariko. She will show them. The next time she got the ball, Tiffany took a dribble and shot right over the shorter Mariko - even though Owen was wide open. The shot was going in... until it didn't, bouncing on the rim a few times before coming out.

"Nice D! Nice D!" shouted Mariko.

The very next time Tiffany she got the ball, she didn't even think about passing. The brunette put her head down, drove at Darrell, and put up a tough shot... that missed even the rim. She smacked her thighs in frustration. In that time, Darrell rebounded the ball and threw a touchdown pass to Mariko, who was sprinting down the court behind Tiffany's back. Swish. Another free layup for the half-Asian girl.

Mariko was positively beaming as she ran back on defence. "Whatta pass!! LESSSSGO!!" She had to resist the urge to hit him with a chest bump, settling for a high five instead. 'Gosh these guys are so nice!' she thought, 'Passing me the ball even though I'm so much worse.' And all kinda hot too... hard gleaming muscles everywhere she saw...

"Come on!" yelled Tiffany on the other side of the court, her voice tinged with frustration. And she made an arm gesture, as if to say Scottie should be covering for her to stop Mariko on the break.
 
Some guys might feel wrong about ogling their female teammates during a competitive game, but these guys certainly didn't. It was easy enough to sneak peeks in as they set up on defense, especially for Darrell as he took his defensive position near the hoop; the way she bent over gave him a fine view of her ass. Certainly, even with the energy expended during the game, the loose exercise shorts most of the guys wore let it easy for girls to sneak a peak at what they might be packing underneath.

Although they weren't certainly looking at each other. Anyone who felt like peacocking could do it after the game.

But Mariko certainly got several looks at her slim body, with Parker giving a smirk as he imagined what she'd look like perched like that, drilling her over and over with his hand in her hair. He'd never had an Asian girl before...

Another teammate grabbed the rebound and Parker was off and running; he preferred to run the other team into submission, and he and Darrell worked a nice give and go, the two doing a forearm bump on the way back.

Darrell grabbed the next rebound - his defensive position had given Tiffany a tough shot - and threw a long pass to Mariko. Parker didn't even bother to run up to rebound on the fast break, holding his arms up as if signalling for a made field goal in football. "Aaaaaaaaaaaand here we go! Yeah!" Darrell give Mariko a high five, and while a chest bump seemed appealing, he kind of like the idea of an ass swat a little more.

Scottie, on the other hand, was thinking of something else as he gave a scowl towards Tiffany; it was one as banter between teammates, not in any kind of malicious way. Still, with the energy expended, his body glistening with sweat - he had ran back but not gotten back fast enough to try to block Mariko from behind. "Fuck." He muttered to himself, passing the ball in to Owen.

In a rare display of deference, Owen bounced it back to Scottie as he ran inbounds, letting his teammate bring it up the court as he jogged over to Tiffany. "Don't get caught up in this shit." He muttered. "Move the damn ball." And then, in a semi-aggressive move, he gave her ass a slap, feeling it's firmness as his hand collided with it.

Treat her just like a guy. That's what they'd implied, but then again, as Owen received a pass further up court, he wouldn't have thought about pulling those shorts down and doing something else to them....

Well, maybe, but not in *that* context.

The game went on, and there was a sequence where Scottie blocked one of Mariko's shots, sending her sprawling to the ground; but as the ball went out of bounds, he extended his hand to help the smaller woman up, yanking her to her feet as their bodies were momentarily pulled closer together.

It wasn't as if Tiffany wasn't getting her share of looks, but the excitable, seemingly eager to please Asian was getting more then her fair share of male attention, even as Jake seemingly only had eyes for Tiffany as she played.

He hadn't given much thought to how they'd handle shower arrangements with only one set of showers working.

Or maybe he just wanted to see what would happen.
 
Mariko never remembered having this much fun on a basketball court, and she has her teammates to thank. It warmed her heart how they got her back against Tiffany. Oh, and that terrific full court pass rewarding her sprint up court? Mariko never teamed with anyone who would attempt - let alone complete - a pass like that. Seeing Tiffany Sears struggle on the other end was the cherry on top. Mariko may not share Tiffany's animosity, but losing to her year after year had gotten rather tiresome. She won't lie - it was a guilty pleasure watching Tiffany fail at basketball for once. Her confidence swelled and Mariko found herself performing at a whole different level.

The same cannot be said of Tiffany. If there is a one trait that defines Tiffany, it's her competitiveness. She lives for being the best girl on the court - as she often is. But this afternoon, as if under a jinx, nothing was going her way. Shots she could make in her sleep were bouncing out. Mariko Ealing of all people was somehow besting her! To make matters worse, the other campers seemed to like Mariko more. Tiffany could sense it - the scrappy 5'6'' Asian with that darned smile is getting the lion's share of attention. That cheer she got for her layup echoed in Tiffany's ears, as if taunting her...

Then the tap on her ass. It took a moment for Tiffany to register the fact that - no, that was no female teammate - a guy she'd never spoken to just touched her butt in front of dozens of other strangers. She was just about to turn around and complain 'Hey man not cool!', but Owen was already halfway up the court. Not wanting to make a scene, she decided to save that confrontation for later.

From that point on, the scrim got a whole lot more physical.

***
The two girls had no trouble keeping up at the start, but that was before fatigue became a factor. At the end of the day, playing with guys meant adjusting to a quicker pace and physicality. Their stamina weren't quite ready yet. As the scrim wore on their play dropped off: legs began to feel heavy, they were sweating like crazy (we're talking perspiration literally dripping from ends of hair / soaked underwear level of sweating), and between plays Tiffany and Mariko could be seen bent double, hands on knees, gasping for breath. They were both experiencing runner's high, endorphin coursing through them, which bit by bit eroded their concentration... and inhibition.

Long story short, Tiffany and Mariko were ran ragged by the guys.

It became impractical to only defend each other. The taller Tiffany had to take on bigger, far more muscular guys. Soon, every guy on the opposing squad ('why do they always pass the ball to my guy?!') have had a go at Tiffany... backing her down, boxing her out. All of them could probably trace a fairly accurate contour of her supple teenage front. At the same time, since Owen did her teammates now used any excuse to give her a light tap on the behind. With how wet her shorts were, it produced a sticky, almost lewd slapping sound each time.

Poor Mariko had it no better. As her stamina dipped, most her shots were blocked, often sending her tumbling to the floor. This one time she went for a layup someone from her blind side batted it right out. Mariko stumbled while the guy was still in the upward momentum of his jump, causing her to faceplant directly into his crotch. As he helped her up a moment later, she realized he just cockwhipped her through Dri-Fit shorts, and (although she may be wrong) she thought she saw the guy smirk.

At the back of their minds, they knew the guys didn't need to go this hard on them, that somehow they were being toyed with, taken advantage of. But before they could mull on such thoughts, there was always the next rebound to go for, the next fast break to run...
 
It wasn't as if the guys weren't sweating as well - between the oppressive heat of the gym and the amount of effort all of the players were putting in, the coaches were having to wipe off the floor on several occasions whenever it was clear. No timeouts, though - just end of quarter breaks even for a scrimmage.

And the guys were playing with an edge; Jake could tell. It was more then the usual banter and wanting to establish dominance among their fellow guys. Seeing the girls here, trying to keep up, was causing all of them to push a little harder. Not because they didn't think they could play; if anything, they were holding their own quite well, all things considered.

But it was because they wanted to make them submit. Not just physically. But sexually, too. The slapping of Tiffany's ass; the opposing team even pinned her in from both sides once, one guy boxing out and another pushing in from the front. The effect was that Tiffany's slim, teenage body was trapped between Parker and Darrell; with Parker pushing her back into Darrell, who's cock 'accidentally' pushed against her pert rear and tight shorts.

For Mariko - who's only ventures inside were layups which were getting blocked left and right - it was the hard picks being set on her, more guys helping her up after the play, either pulling her in too close so that she brushed against their arousal, or grabbing her ass to haul her up in tandem with a yank of her arm.

But no game could go on forever, and what may have felt like an eternity of torment but that was really only an hour long (with breaks) scrimmage was called off as Jake blew the whistle.

"Okay, guys, hit the showers." They would let Mariko and Tiffany go in once the guys were done, and Jake walked over to Tiffany along with another coach. "Hey, while you're waiting to shower...let's work on some stuff." Tired or not, he was going to push her even harder...

That, and getting an excuse to look at her up close wouldn't be amiss, as most of the guys went to shower while Darrell, Scottie, and another player chatted amiably outside the locker room about nothing....although they were sneaking glances at Mariko.
 
The whistle brought an end to Tiffany and Mariko's ordeal. 'Ordeal' was the right way to describe the game... basketball had never been so physical and rough. Getting repeatedly bodied, shoved, and knocked down made them sore all over. By the end they both felt like rag-dolls getting tossed around and abused out on the court.

Mariko picked up her backpack (which oddly was far lighter than she remembered) and trudged off towards the locker rooms. To be honest, Mariko was getting extremely self-conscious as the scrimmage went on. She didn't particularly like the idea of appearing all sweaty and flushed in front of all these hot guys, bangs sticking to her forehead and all, and was dying to go under a cold shower. Her short walk along the hallway there only exaggerated this: her senses were assaulted by rock hard muscles and an intoxicating, sweaty musk, and she could feel many pairs of eyes zeroing in on her slim body. She passed by the boys' room first, with the girls' room an extra twenty feet or so down the hallway. As she approached, fantasizing about refreshing jets of water cooling her body down, she saw the sign posted on the door.

'OUT OF ORDER'

'What on earth...?' It felt like a punch to the gut. She tried the door, just in case, and found it locked. Thinking she should ask the coaches or camp director about this, Mariko came back the other way. She sensed the three campers checking her out. They were blocking a good chunk of the hallway and she had to turn sideways to squeeze past them. It would be kind of anti-social to walk past without a word. After all, she got to spend the few days with them. So she looked up and said, "Hey. Nice game. My name's Mariko by the way."

***
"R-right now?" Tiffany uttered breathlessly.

Tiffany was sitting on the floor, guzzling from her water bottle, when the coaches approached. She was sucking in air in between gulps, so tired she could hardly stand up or lift her arms above her shoulders. But as the two coaches stood over her, and she looked up along their thick trunk-like legs, she knew they wouldn't take no for an answer.

The 18 year-old labored to her feet, every muscle in her body screaming out in agony, and wondered what's in store.
 
Owen had already made his way into the shower, the water and soap running down his body, drowning out the idle chatter of his fellows. He was chiming in on occasion, because most of the comments were about the girls. The normal trash talk about who'd won - as it had been Mariko's team that had pulled out the victory. Despite the fact Scottie was probably the best player in camp, Mariko's hustle and Tiffany's seemingly single minded focus on beating her rival had cost them the win.

So he wanted to make it up to her. Or at least make her feel better about how the day had went.

Which was why Mariko's clothes (or at least what she had called that) were zipped up on another side of his gym bag. A prank he'd pulled on guys before, sure, but doing it to the fairer sex hinted at something else entirely.

Namely, wanting to see her out of them.

******

Which were what Scottie, Darrell, and Ethan were doing as they all smiled at Mariko. "Hey. I'm Scottie."

"Ethan."

Ethan had played with her most of the game, but the campers were all getting to know each other's names, really. Some of the guys were friends and knew each other, but right now their allegiances were fairly clear as most of the male attention was on her.

"And yes - very nice game." Ethan added, and Darrell nodded at her.

"You play pretty good." Darrell added.

Involuntarily, the guys were still blocking her. Wanting her attention.

"Sorry about your shower." Scottie smirked a bit, although it was hardly his fault, more that of the camp's. "Hate to make you wait. But we can talk to you to...pass the time, if you want."

"Or take a walk around." offered Darrell.

*****

Meanwhile, the increasingly empty gym had three main figures; the two coaches and Tiffany, as Jake folded his arms in front of him, towering over her.

"You lost focus during that game, Tiffany. Got caught up in your rivalry with 'Riko." He wasn't talking harshly, but directly, as an authority figure needing to be obeyed. "Run a suicide."

"And if you're not fast enough....you do it again."
 
Relax. It's just innocuous small talk. How old are you. Which part of the state are you from...

But from afar the scene was far from innocuous. Fact is, it looked straight from one of those Discovery Channel shows. Here we see three males species, each of them at least a head taller, boxing the lone female against the wall. Their postures domineering. Undressing her with their eyes. Overwhelming her sense of smell with their post-workout odor. This is a true and tested mating signal. It seemed to have put the female on edge - you see her giggly, fidgeting with her hair, licking her lips. The tension in the air is palpable...

No way Mariko could relax with how self-conscious she was. She hated being all sweaty and yucky in front of guys who looked like they belong in sportswear ads. She yearned for a shower, or at least freshening up before a mirror. Perhaps... she could use the boys' showers! Think about it, she could get a secluded corner to herself, strip under a towel, duck into one of the stalls, close the curtains... it sounds workable. But no way she is going to say that out loud.

So instead at a break in the conversation, Mariko said, "Hope they fix whatever's wrong with our showers soon. Else me and other girl's gotta use you guys'... Y'know, after y'all done showering", hoping maybe these guys could take her hint, although a more sensible part of her mind hoping they wouldn't. This would rank up there as the craziest thing she'd done!

*********

Tiffany came to the last stretch of her second suicide (she wasn't fast enough the first go - whatever the standard was). Her sides were straight up murdering her, and her calves burned. But nothing hurt as bad as her pride - why are the coaches singling her out? I've always been the best. Poor Tiffany was on the edge of breaking down.

It was one basketball player putting in some extra work in the gym. But the sleaziness bubbled under the surface - a teen, in skintight workout clothes, made to exert and wear herself out in front of a host of men intently looking on. The first couple campers to finish showering now hanged about on the sidelines, drinking in the the sight of the girl huffing and puffing. Tiffany recognized a couple of them - one guy who elbowed her repeatedly in the boob, another who had kept tapping her on the ass...

Finally, Tiffany's sneakers skidded to a halt. With sweat dripping from her brow into her eyes, and long past caring about such things, Tiffany grabbed a handful of her top and wiped her face with the fabric - giving the whole gym a good look at her flat little tummy (coated with sweat) and white sports bra. The stretchy material failed to fall back into place, instead bunching up near her ribs.

She looked pleadingly at Jake, her eyes as if to say 'are you done with me?'
 
The guys all had their own votes on what they wanted done with the girl's showers, but Darrell laughed, nodding as if he was agreeing. "Yeah. Sure." Okay, that wasn't super convincing, but he'd be more worried about if if he was alone with her. As it was, she had to split her attention between the three oaf,s each of them continually looking her over when her eyes were off of them.

And sometimes when they were.

But it was Ethan who pushed it into the ludicrous. "C'mon, guys, let's get cleaned up." Truth be told, the guys were tired of smelling bad, too, irregardless of the effect it had on her...not that they noticed if she smelt out of place or dirty.

With what they were all thinking about for her, a shower would do better later anyways...

"We won't be too long." winked Ethan, as Scottie chimed in.

"You can sneak in. We won't look." He laughed, winking at Mariko. But he couldn't be serious. Could he?

*********

The only serious ones were the coaches, albeit for different reasons, as Jake folded his arms, looking as stern and as serious as he could. He was solid, stoic, while Andrew, one of the other coaches, paced the sidelines, spurring Tiffany onwards.

After three more suicides, Jake nodded. "Go grab yourself a drink. The guys should be done showering right now. There were some chuckles at how worn out Tiffany looked, as most of the guys dispersed - Jake to his 'office'...

...and Andrew and one of the other coahces,Barry, discreetly followed Tiffany as she went to grab a drink at the water fountain, which was down a dead end hallway to a storage room that was no longer used...
 
Outside the boys' changing room

"You can sneak in. We won't look."

Yeah... no, the idea sounded crazier by the second. Imagine being caught trespassing the boys' showers on the first day of camp. It's the kind of thing that would be talked about in years to come. ''Member that one camp a girl went into the boys' changing room because she couldn't wait 10 minutes for the girls' room to get fixed up? Talk about being desperate, am I right?' She would become the butt of jokes. No way that's happening.

Minutes passed uneventfully. She doubled back to the girls' changing room and pressed her ear to the locked door, perhaps she could hear whoever was fixing the place. But no sound came from the other side of the door.

A couple of guys filed out of the boys' room looking all cleaned up and fly. They smelled of fresh lemons and coconuts. Nice. On the other hand, sweat remained glistening and sticky on her. This narrow hallway isn't airy whatsoever.

More campers emerged from the showers. By Mariko's rough guess, there couldn't be more than half dozen boys left inside, including Scottie Darrell and Ethan. Against her good judgment, she nudged the door open a sliver and peered inside.

The changing area looked empty.

'Screw it... what's the worse that could happen. The boys seemed cool. They wouldn't tattle on me, right?'

Mariko slipped in and made a beeline for the far corner.

At that same instant, Tiffany turned into that very same hallway, dragging her exhausted legs behind her. She spotted Mariko looking suspicious as fuck... and slipping inside the boys' changing room! 'What the hell?!' Tiffany muttered under her breath. A fresh wave of anger and jealously bubbled from deep within. Why isn't she made to run suicides? What is she up to with all the hot guy campers? Tiffany felt like kicking something.

She turned another corner and saw a water fountain near the dead end. She angrily pushed down on the metallic button and savored the ice cold jets of water wetting her lips... some even dribbling down her chin. The water fountain managed to quench her thirst for the time being... but it didn't exactly simmer her down.

Inside the boys' changing room

Mariko plopped down her backpack and reached inside for her towel. (In her haste it didn't occur that her bag of clothes was missing... yet). She wrapped the baby blue cotton towel around her body and knotted it near her chest. It wasn't a very wide towel: it went from roughly an inch off her armpits to an inch below her buttocks. In other words it was just enough to cover all her girly parts... if she is careful.

Then she stripped off her sweaty basketball jersey and shorts. It took a while - the small towel didn't exactly allow a full range of movements - but after a minute or so she was done, now naked except for an old towel.

The girl made her way to the sounds of running water. But halfway there she froze... all along she had assumed they have these solo shower stalls. But what if the partitions are built to shoulder-height only? Worse yet... what if it's one big shower area?

'Well... only one way to find out!' she shuffled closer, and peered around the corner.
 
Had the young, seemingly innocent asian pulled this stunt a few years ago, she might've gotten what she wanted. However, the locker room had been changed the last few years, at the behest of one of the more hardcore coaches who didn't like the idea of guys hiding.

"Take 'em down." He growled. "If they don't want their teamates to see it, then I don't want them in this camp."

It wasn't as if the guys would peacock about it, but the very fact they didn't look down - or shy away from their teammates doing so - would say enough about their confidence. Their manhood (both literal and figurative). The fact the boys could trade banter, insults, and casual talk when they were all as naked as the day they were born, would prove that they were the types of men they wanted in this camp. Alpha males.

The kind that Mariko would be setting her eyes on now. Four of them in her line of vision, talking, laughing. Darrell letting the water run down his body, soaping himself quickly. Guys didn't do a thorough, deliberate wash, especially here (which was not a matter of modesty, but the fact that, renovated or not, locker rooms weren't exactly fun places to be), wanting to get in and out as quickly as possible.

The guys *in* the open area - which had two pillars of shower taps, and several running along one wall, the other with hooks for towels and such mostly out of the water's spray - had not seen the nervous asian awaiting them.

It would likely be a voice from her side that startled her first, or the whistle. The same catcall that she would likely get from misogynistic construction workers.

"Whooee. Hey boys, look who's joining us!"

Scottie - with his towel in his hand, wiping off his face as the garment draped across his arm and sort of hid his dick from her - smirked as he tugged at Mariko's towel and gave her a pull into the communal area.

"C'mon in. The water's fine."

He smiled at her, and continued to tug at her towel, his hand working at the knot...

"I can hang that for you..."
*******

Yet she would have it better then poor Tiffany. It was Andrew who she would notice first, nudging in behind her as if he was trying to get by. Yet the feel of his crotch pushing against her rear would be anything but accidental, and a moment later she would find her wrists grabbed by Barry, his rough grip pulling her hands together just above the tap. One large, meaty palm was all that would be needed to hold her wrists in place, splaying her out across the fountain, in a way.

He leaned over her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head upwards so her eyes met his while Andrew's hands were inside her shorts.

"Listen, girlie." breathed Barry, his words trying to be as crude and as forward as Andrew's squeezed her pert ass, grinding her from behind. "Here's the deal. You're gonna let the coaches do whatever we want to you for the rest of the camp...." He pulled her hair up a little more, bending her neck awkwardly as his cohort pushed her jersey up, her sweaty shorts pooled at the top of her thighs, her flat stomach exposed.

"...or we're going to get real mean."

As if on cue, with her jersey pushed up her chest, Barry squeezed her bra-clad breasts cruelly, pinching her nipples and rolling them while they awaited her answer.
 
Naked guys. Cocks. Of all colors and shapes. So many cocks.

So embarrassing! Mariko let out a high-pitched sound between a scream and a yelp - "YAAAHH!" - and instinctively her hands go to shield her eyes. The shampoo and body wash she carried clattered to the soapy floor. Her sudden jerky move would by itself loosen the knot holding her towel up... it hardly needed Scottie's help to come loose completely.

Scottie tugged her under a running shower buck-naked. The guys would no doubt drink in her lean nakedness - the soft rise of her taut teenage breasts, brown eraserhead-sized nipples, flat little tummy without a hint of fat, thatch of dark hair matted wet between her thighs, her legs slightly bowed at the knees. All slick under running water. Mariko squinted her eyes open, her vision blurred from the steam and shower mists. She couldn't help but steal another glance at the boys below their waist. Guys who had just worked her over in a physical basketball game. And then a fleeting image came into her mind - of her smaller pale body sandwiched tight between Scottie and Darrell, being lifted off her feet, their hardness drilling into her front and back...

No no no! Mariko purged those thoughts from her mind. I didn't come to basketball camp for this!

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!!" she cried, and rushed back to the changing area. In the chaos Mariko had no idea where Scottie hung her towel. Then she saw her shampoo on the floor, and without thinking properly (how could she?) she bent at the waist to pick it up... inadvertently giving a magnificent view of her girly parts.

****

Tiffany struggled, wiggling and thrashing against the coaches' advances. But they were so much bigger and stronger than her. She found herself pinned painfully against the fountain, cold water gushing down her front, while the coaches' hands roved and roamed all over her perky athletic teenage bod. Her clothes are now all bunched up, revealing even more of her smooth flesh.

She was angry, humiliated... but far too tired and overmatched to resist.

"F-fine..." Tiffany uttered dejectedly, as she felt her nipples reacting by themselves to the man's molesting. "... please stop that it hurts!" What was her alternative? To be bullied out on the court for four straight days?! One afternoon is quite enough! Besides... the coaches aren't all that bad looking... and it will only last four days...

But one thing still bothered her... that Mariko - her rival - is going to have the best camp of her life while she is stuck being the coaches' pet in the lewdest possible way.

"Wait... how about the other girl?" she continued with a soft groan, as the fabric of her shorts now dug into her nethers.
 
What about the other girl? Andrew didn't really know, both because he was the least senior of all the coaches around, and because his concern was more the pert, lean brunette splayed out like a delicious snack in front of them, his hands busy with tugging her shorts and panties down below her ass. Seeing her bare rear, he it a hard slap, which was ideally timed with Barry's menacing response to Tiffany's question as her ass cheeks jiggled from his slap.

"Oh, don't worry about her." Barry tugged her jersey up and above her head, leaving it around her arms which were stretched out. "We have big, big plans for our perky little camper..." While Tiffany was many things, she was not perky compared to Mariko, and the older man grunted, Andrew's rough hands groping her now naked ass as Barry worked on yanking her bra up as well.

It left the pert brunette naked from her thighs to her...well, elbows, which were above her head, her tugged up bra and shirt serving as a form of bondage as her hands were used to pull Barry's shorts and boxers down.

She would feel a similiar rustling and rubbing of material behind her, and soon there was another large, angry cock poking at her sex...the cold water now running on to her naked chest. Barry took one hand to twist her nipple and tug it out a bit, his other hand grabbing her head and pulling it to his cock.

"Keep quiet...wouldn't want to make too much noise now, would we?"

Andrew pushed into her from behind, penetrating her just as Barry's cock found her lips and forced its way past them, the two men starting to thrust into her from opposite sides...

*******

Poor Mariko's towel was at the other end of the locker room, cruelly put near the entrance, which would be the least of her concerns as Scottie came out to 'check' on her. And check her out. The guys had not just drank in her naked form during her brief, several second dalliance under the shower; they had guzzled it down their figurative throats, ogling her tan skin and dark hair. Scottie and Darrell especially licked their lips at her thin, attractive body, the two of them never having *had* and Asian woman before, and certainly not one as athletic and strong as Mariko.

But she would be no match for them.

Scottie tossed his towel to the side, water dripping off of his body, as he saw her bent at the waist. Soon, he had grabbed her, teasing his large, black cock to her wet pussy. Whether it was due to the shower or her own excitement was not clear; certainly the jock had his own conclusion as he thrust his cock into her. His large hands held her up, letting her feet slide on the uncertain grip of the floor as he started to take her.

"Fuck...." He grinned as he felt her tight, slick walls grip his manhood. Another set of foot steps on the tiled floor, a cheer at the sight of the strong black man defiling the poor, innocent young asian who had just bent over to get her shower.

"C'mon, man, bring her in here...gotta be quick."

They were too close to the door, and so even with him barely halfway inside Mariko's tight snatch, Scottie pulled out, grabbing her arm and yanking her back into her den of depravity; into the shower room. He spun her to face him, and unbeknownst to him, he would be fulfilling her fleeting fantasy, as soon she would feel Darrell behind her. He grabbed her breasts, stealing a grope of them as the two men pressed into her, the three of them now under the shower's spray.

"Let's do it."

And then, with her smaller pale body sandwiched tight between Scottie and Darrell, she was lifted off her feet, their hardness drilling into her front and back, pussy and ass...
 
It all happened so quickly. One moment Mariko was trying to grab a bottle of shampoo... the next she was off her feet, held up by Scottie's black mitts sinking into her soft breasts. And the inimitable sensation of being utterly filled up. She might not be able to see it, but she no doubt FELT Scottie stretch her out real good. So deep as if he had forged all the way up her tummy. Or her ribs, even. No one had ever gone so far inside her body before. She was blacked, for the first time in her life. In front of a crowd too, let's not forget that.

"Eyyaaaahhhh!! Legowfme!!" Mariko slapped Scottie over and over on his upper arm. That turned out as effective as trying to hit a layup over any of these guys.

But who was she kidding? No one made her go inside a guys' shower all by herself. Some part of her had loved the attention, she had wanted to give the guys a peek, tease them. From the moment she stepped foot in that gym, Mariko had wanted this to happen.

Just not so sudden. And definitely not in front of an audience. She had never even been with a black guy before! And no white guy has gotten past second base. Oh boy what if her boyfriend finds out!?

Mariko's thoughts were lewdly interrupted by an entirely alien feeling: an intense, searing pain from behind, as if she was torn up and split into two halves. Her legs spasmed. "YAARRRGGHHH!!!" she screamed out, as Darrell took her anal virginity, just like that. She had no idea anything could fit... up there.

In her distress she threw her arms out around Scottie's shoulders, and the pain made her bite down her lips as she buried her face in his neck. Her mind jumbled as the twin cocks desecrated her tight pink orifices. Ruined her. Nothing made sense anymore except an overwhelming fullness in her lower body. Oh and the cheering... like that one time she made a game-winning shot for her team.

***
Just a barely soundproof concrete wall over, the similarly hapless jockette Tiffany was having her first taste of sweaty, salty cock in a long while. With the large hand pressing down the back of her head, she had no choice but to take the bulbous tip until it filled her mouth and even touched her throat. And then the most humiliating thing happened as the man began to pump her head while she was choking on the member. Tears came to her eyes. A mix of her spit and his precum leaked out the corner of her lips as she struggled to keep his length inside her.

in the meantime she was cruelly raped from behind. She wasn't ready and it hurt. He felt so thick and large...

Tiffany was so scared she dared not move or make a sound. These coaches mean business and seem to have no qualms about putting the hurt on campers. Especially those of the fairer sex. She prayed it would be over soon... while her fit athletic body got a real workout between the stocky men.
 
The difference was this time there were less people watching, although the young Asian was likely more embarassed about her plight. In the guy's shower, big, unrelenting cocks pounding her innocent body back and forth, as if she was nothing but an object to them. "Oh, you like it rough, do you?" Scottie grinned, squeezing her ass harder as she tried to slap him. "We can oblige that..."

As if on cue, Darrel's hands found her firm, gropable tits and mauled them. His cruel, rough touch was likely not especially pleasant for the sandwiched hottie, but she had little choice in the matter. It was rare for Asians to have chests like hers, and the guys wanted to do far more then look at them, or ogle them under tight sports bras. "She's so fucking tight." Talking about her as if she wasn't there, nothing but a sex object for the two lustful men to enjoy. As if her ass shouldn't be tight around his thick meat.

Soon, they were both bottomed out, but inconisistent in their rhthyms; at times, she was pushed back and forth in perfect tempo, at others, Scottie went faster and her bucking was as if she was on a mechanical horse controlled by some madman.

"I'm gonna knock you up really good..."

With the water beating down, it was hard to tell, but you could hear the cheering take on a chant of Fuck her! Fuck her!

"I'll cum in her ass."

"I wanna spray her face..." Intoned Scottie.

*******

Meanwhile, Barry pulled out to let her breathe, jacking himself off lewdly near her face and listening to the hapless brunette's moans and gasps as Andrew pounded her roughly. The water was still running, a form of white noise while the two guys double teamed their camper, and he grabbed her hair to look at him.

"Not. A. Word." He said darkly. "Understand?" It would likely have been hard for her to respond as Andrew grunted with effort, and it would only take the slighest of nods for the arrogant coach to pinch her nose, forcing her mouth open so his cock could resume it's plundering of her mouth, going balls deep as his wet shaft plunged in and out of her mouth, over and over.

It would not be a super long time before Andrew felt a surge of adrenaline through him - similiar to the one Darrel was feeling one wall over, as both female campers would be getting their first - and likely not last - load of cum in their bodies...
 
One of the slogans on Uplift’s website had advertised life-changing experiences for its campers. Of all things that tagline now popped into Mariko’s head - so true, only not in any way like she had imagined! The pair of man meat pumping inside dominated her existence. This was like no sex position Mariko ever conceived - she felt like on the verge of getting thrown off all the time! She was filled with a sense of euphoric helplessness. Her fate entirely left to the whims of the two men - like an innocent juicy little lamb in the throes of big bad wolves - which somehow turned her on even more.

Fuck her! Fuck her! Mariko lost all sense of self-awareness. Instincts took over. Her body buckling on the two cocks. Lovely moans and mews spewed out of her mouth.

A life-changing experience.

[BGCOLOR=rgb(25, 49, 66)]"I'm gonna knock you up really good..."[/BGCOLOR]

Those words, coupled with the sensation of the cocks (or either one of the cocks, I mean, who could tell?!) starting to pump within her holes brought her back to reality. “No! NO! NOT INSIDE PLEASE!” The half-Asian girl gurgled. Shower water entering her mouth mumbling her words, while her hands fumbled wildly in futile protests...

***

On the other side of the wall, Tiffany didn’t even have the luxury of protest while she, too, felt the massive member in her cunny on the verge of discharge. Her tongue, after all, was pinned to the base of her mouth by another just as massive cock, blocking off most sounds emanating from her mouth except muffled yelps. The brunette felt so helpless and humiliated and dirty. Tears pooled and stung her eyes. And then, before she was ready, she experienced a warm splash deep within her that made her feel all wet and sticky. The high school basketball star had just been ejaculated into for the first time.
 
The shower water didn't keep them from hearing her protests. In a way, the utter depravity and how desperate the hot little Asian sounded turned on Darrell and Scottie even more; as if she was half drowning in the shower. They didn't care about her struggles or the fact that she had never wanted this to happen in the first place. She was the innocent one, banished to serve and be forced amongst this group of testosterone laden men.

Athletes were not ones to be kind and gentle with their 'partners'. They were also definitely the ones most prone to sharing their conquests, both in word and in action, as the team atmosphere led to camaraderie, competition, and bragging rights.

Basically, this would not be a one time thing for Mariko.

But she would be spared some level of embarrassment compared to her partner, at least, as Scottie kept his word. The young hottie was 'gently' let down as Scottie pulled out of her, holding her up only enough so she could get a perfect view of his cock as he rubbed out the last little bit, spraying her mouth and face with his cum.

Then the brute let her sprawl to the floor as Scottie's iron grip kept her hips in the air long enough for him to plow into her ass, his large cock slamming in over and over until she felt her other 'partner' cum inside of her previously unplundered hole.

And just like that, a few moments later, with the guys laughing and high-fiving on their way out, she was left, sprawled and naked, water still beating down on her as cum dripped on her face, and out of her ass.

********

She could compare notes with her fellow female camper later, as Andrew's cum leaked down her leg. The other man cleaned up, still grinning as Barry fucked her face near the water fountain. The brunette's face was getting wet, too, as her fellow coach felt the need to keep the fountain on, her face wet with sweat, tears, water, and precum.

Soon, however, the older coach could not hold out - and then while forcing her to deepthroat him, she would feel his thick cum shooting down her throat, forcing her to taste him. But much like the brutish basketball player in the shower who refused to knock up Mariko, there was still more then enough cum to spray a load on her face, too.

"See you around." said Barry, giving her face a light slap. "Remember...tell nobody. Or we'll make it worse for you."

At that moment, she might be wondering how it could get worse then getting spitroasted over the water fountain by her coaches.

But it could get worse for both of them.

And would.
 
Fuck her... fuck her... The crude and misogynist chants continued to buzz inside Mariko’s head, even after she washed up and exited the showers. She found the changing area empty, which is just fine for Mariko. She wouldn’t mind more alone time right now.

Mariko still couldn’t wrap her head around what happened. She was forced, taken advantaged of, double penetrated by two almost-strangers, while more strangers looked on and cheered! This is borderline assault! But then again... was it really? Her recollection was understandably on the fuzzy side - but did she ever unequivocally say ‘no’ at any point? At the end of the day, she had flirted with the boys. She herself - not anyone else - chose to saunter into that shower in nothing but a towel. It would be an insult if the boys had not acted on it. I asked for this. I wanted this to happen...

But that’s not even the most shameful thought, which was: I enjoyed it.

Though both her tight holes were sore as hell and felt utterly hollowed out, Mariko couldn’t help the pleasant tingle as she wiped between her legs. There were the hot boys and their sizes (both their bodies and their manhoods)... which she could understand. But why on earth was she turned on by their patriarchal and callous manner... like leaving her on the shower floor after they finish? Or those dirty, demeaning put-downs directed to her? I was brought up by a strict conservative Asian mother. This is not me!

Or perhaps... this is exactly who I am. A cock tease who enjoys rough DP and dirty talking.

Distractedly, Mariko reached into her bag... to find it oddly empty. Wait, where did my clothes go? A frantic rummaging ensued, which yielded only a small knitted bag containing her underwear and socks. Mariko figured the rest of her clothes had jostled out of her bag and she would find them somewhere within camp grounds. The fanned air was causing goosebumps on her skin (not to mention make her nipples very erect and sensitive). Mariko picked out a matching pair of navy blue sports bra and boy shorts. They were not especially revealing - some women would jog or work out in less these days. But they clung to her freshly-showered tender skin as if painted onto her teenage curves. Her taut nipples put twin visible dents on the stretchy top.

Not wanting to spend more time in the boys’ changing room, Mariko gathered up her stuff and headed out the door... to come face to face with her fellow girl camper. Mariko’s first impression was: gosh what happened to her?

***
To be fair, Tiffany did her best to clean herself, but spurts from the drinking fountain (after finding the girls’ showers locked) could only achieve so much. Wet patches spotted her jersey and shorts, her hair a disheveled mess, her eyes bloodshot and puffy... but to Tiffany nothing is worse than the taste of man spunk in her mouth. After rinsing her mouth out a dozen times, Tiffany could still taste and smell the coach’s cum in her mouth, a musky, ever present reminder of her humiliating ordeal.

Unlike Mariko, Tiffany couldn’t say she enjoyed any part of her fucking. It did make her buckle down and do some retrospection. She didn’t want her whole weekend to be a series of surprise, barely-welcomed sexual encounters. Perhaps if she impress the coaches on the court, they wouldn’t see her as just a girl to be fucked whenever they wanted?

Just gotta play better then, Tiffany thought, steeling her nerves.

As she ran into Mariko emerging from the boys’ room, her first thought (apart from what the hell was she doing in there?!) was: is it just me, or is she walking weird?

***
The sounds of rubber on hardwood coming from the gym called to the girls. No point stewing in the hallway too. The pair of campers emerged into the gym. A few guys, freshly showered and changed, are hoisting up shots casually.

Mariko had cleaned up and showed little outward sign of her ordeal - until she felt an utterly mortifying sensation - sticky wetness leaking out of her butthole! It must be Darrell's cum! She had cleaned herself down there... but apparently not thoroughly enough (And it’s not like I was given a manual on how to clean after anal sex!!) Her feet stuck to the floor, petrified, as a wet spot the size of a quarter began to appear on the seat of her skintight, navy blue boy shorts, while a trail of seed leaked down the inside of her leg.

As for Tiffany, she was spared the humiliation of cum leaking out of her ass... but evidence was just as clear. An inch above her right ear, she sported a glossy, gooey substance stuck and matted a wad of her light chestnut brown hair to her scalp - residual of coach Barry’s gift to her.

Unfortunately for Tiffany, there was no mirror in the hallway.
 
The fact Mariko hadn't said no - not that it likely would have stopped the jockish brutes anyways - was quickly getting spread around. Every male camper would be fully aware of what had happened to Mariko in the showers, and like a fisherman's tale, the story would evolve and change with every retelling. About how she was into it, was begging for more, or that she'd thrown the towel off herself and all but forced the guys to fuck her ass and pussy. The common thread in all of them, no matter which of the hormone driven athletes was telling the tale, was that she wanted it.

And so it was those gazes which drank in the hot young Asian as she returned to the gym. Occasional, fleeting glances, but there was something in their smiles, knowing nods, quick looks at each other. They had the hots for her before, but now, knowing she'd been double teamed in the guy's shower - to say nothing of her super hot bra and boy shorts - it gave their thoughts a whole new lecherousness.

It was stark contrast to Tiffany. While she did have to endure looks from the coaches (and a degrading slap on the rear from Andrew, which somehow didn't get noticed by any of the campers), the guys were blissfully unaware of the fact she'd been double teamed far more brazenly near the water fountain. Where anyone could have seen them, but luckily, none of the campers did.

While all of the guys were enjoying Mariko in her skimpy outfit, one of the guys responsible - Owen - walked up to her with a smile. "Hey Mariko. I'm Owen." He extended his hand as if for a handshake, but smoothly went up to squeeze her bare shoulder. "You played really well. I was wondering if you wanted to join me and a few of the guys in the cafeteria for a bite to eat." A couple of other guys were in earshot, taking advantage to notice the sheen on her inner thigh, and speculate as to why it was there.

The meals were 'scheduled', technically, but campers could go in and out as they pleased during a certain time period, as they weren't about to enforce everyone eating at the same time.

Meanwhile, Parker went over to Tiffany, smiling down at her as he ogled the disheveled young female. "Hey. Want me to walk you back to your room?"

It was at that point he noticed the clear substance in her hair, that certainly wasn't water or gel...
 
Yeah! Sure! Sounds good to me!” replied Mariko cheerfully to Owen’s suggestion of heading to the cafeteria.

By being her typical bubbly self, Mariko was hoping she could take her mind off the disaster unfolding inside her shorts. But that is proving quite impossible. My bruised butthole is like a leaky tap! Scottie's fresh, lukewarm cum straining between my cheeks, soaking my shorts... and sieving into the front! Mariko shuddered. Eeeeekkkkk! This is so freaking filthy!

She has no time to think up a solution, as the boys herded her to the cafeteria. There can't be more than fifty yards between the gym and the cafeteria... although to Mariko this has to be the longest walk ever. Am I showing? Can’t look and check. That would be a dead giveaway! But she knew the cotton bottoms must be stained dark by now. A blossoming wet patch of humiliation. In her delirious panic she tried everything: clenching her cheeks, shifting her bag so it covered her ass. But judging from the knowing smiles the boys are flashing her, not to mention the 'are you seeing that shit?!' faces they are making - she is fighting a losing battle! Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed a bright pink glow... as another gob of thick, gooey cum leaked out of her rear. It's like an ocean down there...

**

"Oh you have seen the dorms already?" Tiffany looked up, still distracted by the sharp sting on her ass. The dorms do sound good. They might mean a functioning shower and changing room so she could strip off these wet, sweaty rags hanging on her body. She recognized Parker being on Mariko's team. The same guy who had bodied her hard all through the scrimmage. Although, now she sees him showered and freshened up, it hit Tiffany just how HOT he is. The brunette felt heat rising to her cheeks - and on instinct, without realizing, and just as she had done a million times before - Tiffany reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear... and ended up with her fingers webbed with thickly cum.

Oh crap!

She stared up, wide-eyed, at the disarming, smiling Parker.

***

Somehow, Mariko had made it to the cafeteria. Somehow, despite the mess below her waist, she has managed to grab herself a tray, a plate, on top of which sat a hotdog with some mashed potatoes and a yogurt cup.

The cafeteria was no different from thousands across the country - rows of long tables between benches nailed to the linoleum, checked flooring - with space for roughly three to four persons on each side. Now that she got her food from the buffet area, Mariko saw that more half of the tables are cordoned off. A sheet of paper with the scribbled words "WET PAINT KEEP OFF" was taped to one of the tables - and sure enough the unmistakable smell of fresh paint filled the air. Only two tables were left in commission... meaning the campers had no choice but to scoot close together! With that and the girls' showers, it's like the girl aren't supposed to be part of this camp!
 
Masterfully, Parker pretended to pay her no heed or notice the clear, thick substance that was on her fingers, continuing to talk and smile at the young woman. "Yeah. What room number you in?" He asked, as if he were trying to help her and not pin down where the hotties were staying at. "So should I assume that's the party room?" He teased, loving the fact that Tiffany was so off balance.

"C'mon. I'll take you there."

He wasn't really giving her a choice, as he'd either lead her there or follow her back to her room....his room was nearby, after all.

And Parker wasn't the only guy who wanted to fuck a hottie soon.

********

The attractive, recently used young Asian would have to squeeze herself in between Owen and Ethan. The two guys either didn't notice or didn't care about their bodies rubbing against her as they ate; Ethan had helped himself to a 'salad' (or at least what passed for it here), while Owen had gotten a hot dog, a burger, and some chips to go with a rather obnoxiously large glass of cola.

"Warm, huh?" Owen commented, the guys having noticed the stain on her shorts. Assuming it was sweat, even as her 'old' partners sat at the other end of the table in idle conversation. But both Darrell and Scottie only gave Mariko passing glances and nods. Every time they looked at her, they pictured what it looked like when they fucked her. Pussy and ass, over and over, the water running down their bodies. She could probably see it in their eyes; reliving the hellish experience they'd put her through.

"Hot dogs seem under cooked." Owen had scarfed his down, looking at Mariko. "How about yours? Enjoying your rod of smoked meat?"

Even that amateurish attempt to joke with her made Ethan chortle a bit. "You played good today." To Mariko, again, the centre of male attention. Ethan wanted to make sure they kept looking at her, even as they ate. The longer they kept her here, the longer they could ogle her. Compete for her time. To be able to walk her back to her room.

She'd feel a hand on her bare leg. Teasing her thigh, moving up...but she was eating. With how crammed in they were, it would be hard to tell who it was.

********

Meanwhile, they'd made their way back to the dorms, as Parker walked Tiffany back to her room. "Need a shower, huh? On the other end of the hall. Long walk."

He'd propped open the door to his own room, but stayed with her-surely she wouldn't mind some company, right?
 
Mariko could not help a silent frustration brewing inside of her.

Part of it had to do with wearing warm soggy shorts. A much bigger part of the blame, however, laid on the other campers. Make no mistake, the Asian babe enjoyed being ‘one of the boys’ so the issue of her gender won’t stick out like a sore thumb over the entire weekend. But they were taking things a little too far! Like... she understands half the cafeteria was taped off, but could they not squeeze in so tight? She found herself squashed between Owen and Ethan, two mountains of macho muscles, to the point she had to scoot forward, her ass barely on the bench. Her ribs were pressed up against the table uncomfortably, while her sports bra-clad chest hovered over her tray of food. As if her boobs were not garnering enough attention already!

Then there’s the matter of Darrell and Scottie, the authors of the most amazing (or scarring - Mariko still couldn’t make her mind up on it!) experience of her life. Honestly, it bummed her that they hadn’t bothered to check up on her, after leaving her on the shower floor like a used up shampoo bottle! Just a ‘how you doing’ would be really nice! But they had sat themselves down on the other end of the table, minding their own business like nothing happened.

What’s worse was the shameful realisation that she was only a tad annoyed, rather than being full-blown incensed. God knows I have a right to be! Yet, beneath the layers of simmering shame and frustration, some part of her knew it was her place to be treated so flippantly - like a rock band groupie, or an Internet thottie. Yes, but what gives these guys the right? Just because they are so good-looking they make her knees weak? They are bigger and taller? Or better than her at basketball...?

Mariko’s train of thought was in full flow, so when Owen asked her about meat, the crass innuendo flew right over her head. “Oh mine’s good. I don’t really have a preference when it comes to sausages I like ‘em all.” Mariko spewed, without a hint of irony in her tone. It wasn’t until she heard the snickers did she realise how dirty she sounded. She could feel the warm glow radiate from her cheeks...

Then the hand on her thigh. Her mind was frayed enough already, and the sudden touch made her jump. Her half-finished hot dog dropped from her hands, landing on her plate with a ‘splat’. Spittles of warm, creamy mashed potato and cold yogurt flew in every direction - but mostly in hers. And before Mariko could react (except for a panicked yelp!), her face, neck, and chest were covered in runny, creamy droplets.

Poor Mariko just couldn’t catch a break!

***

No one ever told me where my room is.” Noted Tiffany matter-of-factly, as she peered into Parker’s room to see many of the beds have bags on them. Seems many of the campers already claimed their beds! The tall brunette can’t help but feel mightily upset... and left out. This camp! First was the last minute cancellation of girls’ camp. Then the mess with sleeping arrangements. Oh, and of course the rapey coaches! She gritted her teeth and vowed to do something about it.

But not before a proper shower - to clean off the gunk on her fingers and wash off the coaches’ musk, just to name the top two things occupying her mind. With a turn of her head, she strode off to the showers on the other end of the hall. It wasn’t until she was at the door when she realised Parker had followed her a few steps behind all the way... which was a bit odd. To say the least.
 
Parker smiled at her, tilting his head. "You need a towel, right?" He quickly reached in his room, pulling out a white, camp issued, somehow-still-smaller-then-it-should-have-been for him bath towel. "Here you go." Offering her a gift, something she'd need. It was clean, not one he'd used, even if it being in his room would make it smell vaguely masculine and musky.

Although, truth be told, the camp's odors and the dorm might overwhelm that anyways.

"Just give it back when you're done."

Incurring a debt that would demand repayment, with terms/times of his choosing.

And the shower door didn't entirely lock. The guys knew better then to mess with each other, but the hotties, on the other hand...

Parker followed her to the shower door to show her where it was, and then...well, no matter what happened, it couldn't be worse than what Mariko went through, right?

***

Poor Mariko might have gotten the most sympathy from Darrell and Scottie, but all of guys were still recovering a bit from their chortling at her sausage comment. Or at least her response to the loaded question about sausages. Certainly, they had somewhat different ideas then she did about what she could do to their sausages.

However, the mess now adorning her hot little body - tanned skin and skimpy clothes now dripping with yogurt, potatoes, and fat/grease from the hot dog.

"Whoa." Owen quickly reached for a napkin, moving to wipe Mariko off- first her bare arm, and then her cleavage. "Let's clean you up..."

From her other side, Ethan did the same. But he did it with two napkins. One moving to a 'mess' near her thighs, the other working on her other collarbone and breast.

And all three hands were working on either tugging her shorts down, or pushing her sports bra up to get at the 'mess' on her body, molesting her using the thin, rough napkins as conduits to her bare skin.
 
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