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 ï>¿Thornwood - Johanna's Night By Ribeye98
Part: 1

   Johanna yawned and closed her eyes.  Then she snapped them open again.
She had been fighting the rolling motion of the bus for the last hundred
miles.  She sat up straighter and refocused on the road just in time to see
another exit fly by.

   **Too many roads**, she thought.

   Around her hometown in Sweden, every road had a purpose.  They meandered
over hill and valley connecting townships and villages like a delicate
spider's web.  American roads were more like a plague.  Block after block
of pavement overran the big cities while multi-lane monstrosities were
stamped into the countryside.

   And every town, no matter how small boasted at least three exits. 
That's what confounded Johanna the most: the exact same exit ramp repeating
every few miles even in places that appeared uninhabited.  It was no wonder
she had gotten lost looking for I65.

   **There are 50 states.  Why do they need 65 interstate highways?

   Americans sure loved to drive; an affection which seemed only to be
matched by their love of fast food.  Johanna had long ago lost count of the
drive-through restaurants.  And forget about originality.  Every exit was
identical right down to the gas station and McDonalds.  Who wouldn't get
lost around here?  And who wouldn't start dozing after a while?  It's a
wonder people didn't crash more often just to break up the boredom.

   The next exit had a billboard advertising a comfy hotel bed.  She was
tempted by it, but Coach Ron had explicitly told her not to stop until they
reached Memphis.  And she didn't want to screw up again.

   A roar erupted from the cabin behind her.  The sun had set long ago and
night was at hand, but the boys were by no means settling down.  Having
napped on the long drive, most were ready for a change of scenery.  They
took turns playing a sports game on the giant TV that hung in the cabin of
the coach bus.  But even video games couldn't keep them occupied forever.

   Johanna yawned again but managed to keep her eyes open this time.  She
was rewarded with a welcome sight.  The bridge, a tiny speck on the horizon
at first, loomed larger with every passing second.  Johanna heaved a sigh
of relief.  In this repetitive and interminable landscape, the Mississippi
river was one landmark she could not overlook.  It may not be Indianapolis,
but at least she had gotten them to Memphis in one piece.  For her, that
was an accomplishment.

   Crossing the bridge into Tennessee, she followed the main artery south
and started looking at hotels along the river.  The brands were foreign to
her, and she could only guess about their quality or value.  They came upon
a particularly fancy cluster of hotels built near an upscale entertainment
district.  Knowing Coach Ron would want her to focus on comfort more than
thrift, she picked the nicest looking among them and turned in.

   Drawn by fresh open air, the boys nearly beat her off the bus.  They
headed across the street to look at the river while Johanna was checking
in.

   "Miss, you can't park that here" said a young man in a maroon suit who
had come up to meet her.  It took her a moment to realize she was talking
to a valet service.  Johanna dug into her pockets and found a single twenty
dollar bill; all that remained of her personal cash.  The valet took it
happily and left to park the bus.  He was gone before she thought to ask
for a receipt; another of Coach Ron's instructions broken.

   A black doorman in matching maroon greeted her kindly at the entrance
and held the door for her.  She barely understood his thick welcome. 
Southerners were so hard to understand sometimes.  Johanna had enough
trouble with the Queen's English without drawls and accents thrown in.  At
least she had found hospitality was never in short supply in the south;
especially for a cute, blond haired, blue eyed girl.  She usually got along
fine by flashing a warm smile and nodding hopefully.

   At the front desk, she struggled to keep from yawning as they listed the
room options.  Working out the math was no small feat in her sleep-deprived
state.

   **Let's see.  The penthouse sleeps 8, so I can keep an eye on 7 of them,
at least.  The two "indulgence" suites sleep 6 apiece.  The last four boys
will have to make do in single-king rooms.

   It didn't register in her tired brain until much later that, although it
accommodated 8 people, the penthouse only had 4 beds.  Fortunately, it
turns out Johanna had nothing to worry about.  Her generous boys were more
than willing to share theirs with her.  Corralling the team turned out
easier than anticipated.  Once word got out that there were luxury suites
up for grabs, the boys came running.

   Before she rode the elevator up to the top floor, Johanna needed to
retrieve a few things from the bus.  Over her one-piece swimsuit, she had
worn comfortable coaching clothes.  A white tank-top and lightweight red
track shorts sported her team colors, and a red windbreaker style jacket
with the Thornwood mascot on the back completed her outfit.

   She retrieved the jacket, which she had taken off while driving, along
with a clipboard where she had scribbled some of Coach Ron's instructions
into a makeshift to-do list.  She also grabbed a road map to study
overnight.  The girls were already in Indy.  Her boss would never forgive
her if the boys got lost again.

   She yawned several times during the long elevator ride to the penthouse.
She was already dreaming of a nice, comfy bed.  But her checklist was long;
starting with the unenviable task of convincing 23 restless boys to settle
down and go to sleep.

   But restless turned out to be an understatement.  In short, there was a
party in full swing in the penthouse suite.  At least it sounded like a
party from behind the door.  The boys had used their head start well.  She
had to knock loudly several times before someone answered.

   "Welcome to Thornwood Crib, Coach!" one of the boys handed her a beer
and walked away.

   Johanna was a little shocked as she entered the luxurious suite.  The
place was bigger than her boyfriend's apartment in Zurich.  Well,
ex-boyfriend, actually.  He broke up with her when she moved to America.

   She sat the beer down and started to explore.  Several boys were
watching a loud action movie on the projector screen in the theater-style
living room.  Explosions boomed around the room and shook the walls.

   Down the hallway was a lounge and bar area.  Sporting events blared from
several more TVs.  One of her team captains, Alex, was standing behind the
bar mixing Jack and soda for the other boys.  She counted ten empty beer
bottles.  Two more bottles of Champaign appeared to have been popped and
sprayed around the room just for fun.  Being a foreigner, Johanna didn't
know about Tennessee's minimum legal drinking age.  Even the oldest among
them would not be 21 for two more years.

   Through another hallway she found the largest group of boys.  They were
outside on the huge rooftop balcony enjoying the panoramic view of the
river from horizon to horizon.  A surround sound stereo was thumping out
music and everyone was having a good time.

   Several boys were hanging out in the hot tub; including another captain
named Tyler.  When he saw her, he stood up in greeting.

   "Care to join us, Coach?  There's plenty of room."

   Johanna started to turn away then did a double-take.  Tyler was naked
and standing without the slightest hint of shame.  In fact, his pose
intentionally emphasized his impressive anatomy.  His prick was standing a
half-mast giving a nice glimpse of his smooth, heavy balls underneath.

   Johanna quickly declined his offer and turned away to hide her blush.

   No matter how many times she saw one of them naked, it still affected
her.  How could it not?  She worked literally in a room where a bunch of
teenage studs got naked on a daily basis.

   For a while they had used towels to cover up when walking to and from
the shower area or changing.  But as they adjusted to her presence, more
gave up that practice and just went around buck naked.  Johanna tried to
act casual and not look at them.  But sometimes she couldn't help but sneak
a peek.  She didn't even have an office like Coach Ron; just a desk at one
end of the room with the showers beyond.  Every day she saw their cute
butts as they walked to the showers and everything else as they walked
back.

   She would stare at the wood grain of her desk and battle the temptation
to look up.  It was a fight she usually lost.  The sight of those dangling
cocks and swinging balls was just too enticing.  Johanna always waited
until long after the boys had gone home to shower and change.  And more
than once, she had been so worked up that she took care of herself right
there in the locker room.

   Heading back inside the suite, she returned to the living room just in
time to hear a knock at the door.  It was hotel security.

   "Good evening ma'am.  Are you Johanna Paerson?"

   "Good evening, sir.  I am Johanna.  Something is wrong?"

   He looked over her shoulder into the room.  "There have been reports of
a loud party up here.  This is your only warning.  If we get any more noise
complaints, I'm afraid we must ask your group to leave the premises."

   Johanna apologized profusely and promised to cause no more trouble. 
Though as one sponsor over 23 boys spread out over 7 rooms, she didn't know
how she was going to ensure peace and quiet.  Breaking up the party in the
penthouse would be a good start.  She went around shutting down the
entertainment and sending the boys off with stern warnings to keep the
noise down.

   "It is now 10:00.  I come to check rooms fifteen minutes.  Then all to
go in bed, ok?"

   The boys had mostly learned to interpret her broken English and nodded
that they understood.  When they had dispersed to their various hotel
rooms, the penthouse got much quieter.  Johanna decided to use the down
time before room check to study the roadmap for tomorrow's journey.  She
retired to the lounge, sat on one of the bar stools, and unfolded the
map...and promptly fell asleep..


Part: 2

   Johanna woke with a start to the sound of someone knocking on the suite
door.  She was lying on the floor and disoriented.  Her hair had absorbed
the smell of beer from a spill on the carpet.  She didn't know how long she
had been asleep, but she must have been pretty tired.  Even the fall from
the bar stool had not woken her.  She stood up and brushed some peanut
shells off her shirt and went to answer the door.

   She and Alex reached the foyer at the same time.  A hotel waiter entered
wheeling in a cart loaded with covered dishes.

   "Alex, what is this?  It is bed time, not dinner."

   "Sorry, Coach.  You said you would come around for room check at 10:15.
When you didn't show up, some of the guys got hungry."

   Johanna looked at the clock on the wall.  It was 11:30.  She had been
asleep for an hour and a half.  She let Alex keep the food since it had
already been delivered.  She thanked the waiter.  It kind of pissed him off
that she didn't tip him.  But she couldn't help it.  She had given the last
of her cash to the valet.

   The nap had reinvigorated Johanna.  She decided room check could wait a
little longer.  It still didn't occur to look into her own sleeping
arrangement.  She assumed she would have her own bedroom.  But having been
preoccupied by the party and focused on getting her team settled, she
hadn't bothered to find her own bedroom yet.  While the boys in her suite
chowed down on the room service, she checked her clipboard.  Among the
hastily scribbled notes she had written down one which simply said "wash
uniforms."

   It must have been one of the more important instructions from Coach Ron,
because it was underlined three times and had a star beside it.  The suites
had no washing machines, but the hotel should have some sort of laundry
service.  Johanna recruited Alex for that task.  She told him to collect
the swim uniforms and contact the front desk about having them washed and
delivered first thing in the morning.  She also gave him the clipboard so
he could write down the room assignments as he went around.

   Delegating that task to Alex freed her for the time being and gave her a
chance to freshen up.  She wasn't about to go to bed with beer-soaked hair.
"You tell guys get ready to bed while I am to take shower?"

   Alex took a step back and raised his empty hands.  "How are we supposed
to get ready for bed when we didn't bring any supplies?  No toothbrushes.
No pajamas.  Nothing."

   **Oh, that's right.

   And she was in worse shape.  The road trip to Indy had been a last
minute change of plans.  The boys had changed out of their swim uniforms
into street clothes before boarding the bus.  At least they had shorts or
boxers to sleep in.  But Johanna was still wearing her coaching uniform. 
Her regular clothes were all the way back at Thornwood.  Her purse carried
a few essentials but little in the way of substantial travel supplies.  She
certainly didn't have a change of clothes in there.

   Johanna dismissed him with an unhelpful shrug and left to commence her
shower.  He was smart enough to figure something out.  She heard a grunt of
dissatisfaction from Alex, but thought nothing of it.

   The bathroom's marble surfaces and polished brass fixtures befitted a
luxury suite.  Johanna briefly considered using the bathtub.  A relaxing
soak would do her tired muscles well.  But relaxation was not her main goal
here.  She undressed and folded her clothes on a cushioned bench with her
shoes underneath before entering the shower stall.

   Though comfort was secondary to washing the beer out of her hair,
Johanna was pleasantly surprised to find the luxury extended to the shower
area.  The open step-in style space had three shower heads mounted along
one wall and one on the ceiling.  After adjusting the temperature, she
scooted into the torrent and lathered up her hair from a little hotel
shampoo bottle.

   Johanna was proud of her body.  Bright blue eyes and fair skin attested
to her Swedish heritage.  Blonde curls framed her face in a way that could
certainly be described as seductive.  She had long legs and nice hips that
curved into a tight waist.  But her upper body was her proudest feature.

   She credited her strong hands and arms for landing her this job in the
first place.  Having been formally trained back in Sweden, she was hired on
at the aquatic club in Zurich partly because of her skills as a masseuse.
With professional athletes in training year-round, there was never a
shortage of tight muscles that needed to be worked out.

   As word of her talent spread, it became one of her primary duties at the
aquatic club.  She treated the athletes training there like fine-tuned
sports cars; requiring a team of mechanics to keep them running in top
condition.  She was just part of the pit crew and willing to assist however
would help the swimmers achieve peak performance.

   When she found out that someone from the club had been selected to coach
in America and was bringing an assistant with him, she applied at once.  It
was the chance of a lifetime.  A promotion to assistant coach and
experience with an American swim team, even at the high school level, would
look great on her resume; not to mention the significant pay raise.

   Her boyfriend was against it from the beginning.  In retrospect, Johanna
knew she had been too good for him.  He hinted about wanting to get married
someday, but she doubted his sincerity.  He was hardly marriage material.
More likely he was upset about losing his cute Swedish masseuse girlfriend.

   Johanna ended up getting the job; mostly because she was the only
applicants who could speak even a little English.  And in the matter of two
weeks she had broken up with her boyfriend, packed up her meager
belongings, and was on a plane for her new life.



   She was still adjusting to the strange customs and dialects when school
began.  Coach Ron put her in charge of the boys' team.  She struggled in
her new leadership role and had no idea what they thought of her.  She
found familiar comfort at the massage table.  That's where she started to
win the team over.

   The first day after practice, when she got out her table and supplies,
the boys all stared at her like she was crazy.  Most high school coaches
don't give out free massages.  But one brave soul stepped up.  Within a
week they were all hooked.  They practically ran to the locker room after
practice and jostled in line for their turn at the table.  Besides being a
morale booster, it made her feel like she was making a real contribution to
the team.

   Johanna finished rinsing her hair.  As she grabbed the bar of soap and
started to scrub her body, the image of Tyler standing nude in the hot tub
popped in to her mind.  A naughty thought struck her.

   **The party's over, but there are still seven boys in the penthouse. 
And Tyler's not the only stud on the team.  I should go out there after my
shower in just a towel and announce that I'm taking a late night dip.  They
would climb all over each other for the chance to join me.  I might even
let a few worthy candidates, but they would have to earn the right.  Ooh, I
could make them wrestle me for it!

   For fun, she went through the list of her boys to see which, if any,
could pin her.  Being so deceptively strong would work to her advantage. 
Most would underestimate her.  The rest would become mesmerized by the
sight of her naked breasts.  She pictured them waiting in line for their
turn.  And no doubt, after the first few lost so easily, some would give up
trying to beat her and just go for the chance to cop a quick feel of her
enticing body before she took them down.

   Johanna reached up and cupped one of her tits.  Though more buxom than
most women her age, her breasts were especially firm.  She was lucky in
that respect.  She guessed her strong pectoral muscles kept them from
moving around too much.  She didn't even need a sports bra to go jogging.
They were like two perfectly round melons sitting high and stationary on
her chest.

   She tweaked a nipple.  In her opinion, her nipples were too small for
her breasts.  Or maybe her breasts were too big for her nipples.  Either
way, she always thought they looked childish on her otherwise mature chest.
She could cover one completely with a couple fingers.  And they were so
light pink that they barely contrasted with her creamy white skin.  At
least they would make a smaller target for her horny wrestling opponents.

   Going down the line, each new partner was bigger than the last, but she
always dispatched him anyway.  Just then Johanna realized why the matches
were getting tougher.  The order was no accident.  She had lined her team
up by genital size; smallest to largest.

   **I've got to stop doing that!  It's not professional.

   But how could she?  The aquatic club in Zurich had its share of male
nudity.  But wrinkly old men who never covered up on the way to the sauna
couldn't compare to Thornwood.  Naked American teenage boys were so hot. 
Because swimmers shaved their pubic hair, their jewels were all the more
prominent.

   Not only was her team generally well-endowed, but they were also
constantly horny.  Their erections always seemed to be on standby.  She
couldn't walk through the locker room without generating at least a dozen
hard-ons.  She had those cocks all to herself.  What 22 year old girl
wouldn't fantasize about it in her situation?

   Her shower was done and she was dallying, but as Johanna turned around
one of the sprayers hit directly between her legs.  She stood there a
moment as water peppered her tingling pussy.  Johanna had never swum
competitively.  But she had adopted the habit of shaving her pubic hair;
all but a little strip just above her cleft.  She gave it a little pet, and
then moved down for a quick stroke of her bare lips before reluctantly
turning away from the sprayer.

   As she rinsed the last of the soap from her body, she wrapped up her
wrestling fantasy.  She had saved the biggest and strongest for last.  No
surprise, Tyler was among them.  He had probably the third or fourth
largest cock on the team; an impressive specimen among an esteemed
collection.

   On second thought, she wasn't sure exactly where Tyler fit in the order.
That's because she never saw him fully erect.  As in the hot tub, he had an
uncanny ability to control himself in that respect.  Because he was always
at half-mast, she couldn't pin him down like the other boys.  If he was
third biggest when half erect...who knows?

   **Surely he's not bigger than Tank.

   Hank Harrison held the distinction of having the biggest cock on the
team.  Because of his bulging muscles his teammates nicknamed him "Tank".
He was built more like a football player than a swimmer.  But that didn't
mean he wasn't fast.  A freestyle specialist, his technique was more brute
force than anything.  He swam angry and churned up the water behind him. 
Coach Ron had chastised him more than once for using poor form, but no one
could argue with the results.

   Johanna absolutely could not stand up to Tank.  He was probably twice
her size and made of pure muscle.  Tyler was doubtful, too, along with a
few of the other seniors.

   But alas, it was all just a fantasy; nothing more.  Johanna thought her
night was going to consist of making the rounds, doing room-check on her
team, then curling up in her own bed for too few hours of much needed sleep
before hitting the road again tomorrow.  But it didn't quite turn out that
way.  For when she got out of the shower and found her clothes missing,
that's when Johanna's night truly began to get interesting..


Part: 3

   Johanna looked under and around the bench three times before admitting
that someone had taken her clothes.  Well, not all her clothes.  The tank
top remained, but her shorts, jacket and swimsuit were gone.  She already
had a prime suspect.

   **Alex!

   She had told Alex to gather up all the swimsuits and send them off to be
laundered.  He must have come in while she was showering and taken hers as
well!  Did she forget to lock the bathroom door or did he break in?  The
shower stall itself had no door or curtain; only a separator wall.  Could
he have he sneaked a peek without her noticing?

   The swimsuit itself was no big loss.  Johanna never intended to wear
that to bed.  But her shorts were a different matter.  A tank top was poor
substitute for a proper nightgown.  And without panties, she had to hold it
down over her pussy to remain even marginally modest.  But doing that
pulled the cleavage scandalously low and caused her breasts to bulge out
both arm holes.  Her nipples made sharp points in the thin fabric.  For
once Johanna was thankful that they were so pale pink.

   She was stuck using towels as a temporary substitute until she could
find out what had happened to the rest of her clothes.  Water drops from
her hair turned the white fabric nearly transparent where they landed.  She
didn't have a hair dryer, so she rubbed her hair dry then wrapped one towel
around her head to prevent further dripping.  A second towel around her
waist covered down to her knees.

   She found Alex reclining in the living room along with a few other boys.
The way they grinned knowingly at her made her uncomfortable.  So she
crossed her arms across her chest.

   "Alex, I need to say to you something.  In private."

   Alex didn't move.  "We're fine right here, Coach.  The guys won't mind.
What's up?"

   Johanna didn't appreciate his attitude.  His tone of voice conveyed no
recognition that she was his superior.  She did not have the same respect
and authority that Coach Ron was able to demand.  But a team member had
never blatantly declined a request like this.  The conversation had
everyone's attention now as Johanna broached the sensitive subject of her
missing clothing.

   My...swimsuit.  It is where?"

   "I sent it with the rest, like you told me to."

   "Everything?  I didn't mean my....mine, too."

   "Oh.  Well, you didn't specify, so I was just being thorough."

   "And when it will be to return?"

   "They said the laundry service usually delivers around 5:30.  Is there a
problem?"

   The other boys snickered at her obvious embarrassment.  Finally, unable
to think of the right wording in English, her frustration flared and she
lost her composure.  She tried to reassert her authority by yelling.

   "OK!  It is now to bed time.  All of you!  I make room check in other
rooms.  And all lights to be off and all boys in bed when I to return!"

   She stormed out of the suite to the sound of more snickering.  She had
lost control of those boys and could only pray the outburst of anger would
generate enough healthy respect to get them in their beds and keep them
there for the night.  What would she do if they simply stopped obeying her
instructions?  She had no idea.

   The regular rooms were below the suite levels, so Johanna had to take
the elevator down three floors.  She convinced herself that the towel was
not out of place in the hallway.  She just looked like a guest on her way
to the hotel pool.  No one had to know she wasn't wearing a swimsuit
underneath.  Moving from the soft carpeted hallway into the cold, hard
elevator floor, she regretted storming out without her shoes.  But it was
too late to go back and retrieve them now.

   The boy in the first room did not answer her knocks; an inauspicious
start to her rounds.  When no one came to the door, she gave up and moved
to the next room.  It, too, was empty.  Johanna double-checked her
clipboard.

   **1821 is the right room.  So where is Desmond?  The penthouse is in
outright revolt.  The other rooms are deserted.  Ugh!

   She knocked a little louder, but felt silly doing it and feared
attracting unwanted attention.  Instead of looking like a swimmer on the
way to the pool, she looked like a girl stranded outside her hotel room in
inadequate clothing.

   **Oh, why didn't I get a master keycard?

   Since all the rooms were reserved in her name, Johanna could have
ordered one when she checked in.  It would have made her rounds much
easier. But she couldn't go down to the front desk and ask for one now. 
Not dressed like this.

   Marking the first two rooms with an X, Johanna moved on around the
corner to 1809.  She was initially relieved to hear signs of life coming
from within as she approached.  But her heart leapt into her throat as the
words became clearer.

   "Oh, oh, oh!  Oh, Fuck Yeah!  Give it to me!"

   Johanna didn't need a translator to understand those phrases.  She was
confused and her concern eased only slightly when she figured out that the
vulgar language was coming not from the occupants of the room, but from a
pornographic movie.  When she knocked, the sound stopped and Sam came to
the door.

   "Hi, Coach." He left the door cracked and retreated back into the room.

   Johanna peered in and saw the TV.  Though it had been muted, the graphic
scene of vigorous copulating continued on the screen.  It was so intense
that she had to look away.  It bothered her that Sam had not turned the
movie completely off before answering the door.  Where was the respect?

   **He would not do this to Coach Ron.

   Sam was a nice guy who rarely said much; the strong and silent type. 
She would hardly call Silent Sam a troublemaker.  But then again, Alex had
always acted compliant until tonight.  Something about being far from home
in a strange city brought out the mischief in these boys.  Johanna warily
entered.

   Sam was shirtless and reclining in the bed with the covers pulled up to
his waist.  Like most high school boys, he still had some growing to do. 
He had been among the fittest on the team even before Coach Ron's extreme
conditioning kicked in.  After a few weeks everyone mirrored Sam's
physique; chiseled abs and bulging muscles.  But Sam had earned his muscles
before Coach Ron arrived.  They were the product of his first love,
baseball.

   Johanna checked the familiar scar on his shoulder.  He had been among
the first to receive a massage after practice.  That's where she learned
about his scar.  After the injury, he couldn't play baseball anymore, so he
turned to swimming.

   "Lights out, Sam," Johanna said with her best effort at sounding
authoritative, "time for to bed!"

   Sam looked her up and down with an amused look on his face then reached
over and tapped the power button on the remote.  Though he remained silent,
Johanna knew he must be laughing on the inside.  How was she going to
enforce lights out?  He would probably turn his movie right back on as soon
as she was beyond earshot.

   **Well, at least he's in his room and not out running around like the
other boys.  Have to give him credit for that.

   Johanna favored Sam.  He was easygoing and dependable; attractive
qualities to go along with his attractive body.  Among the first to shed
his towel around the locker room, Johanna knew he had nothing to be ashamed
of.  When it came to equipment size, his was safely in the top 10.  He also
had the distinction of being the first erection on the team that Johanna
had witnessed.

   Rounding the corner of the locker room on the second week of practice,
she had nearly run him over.  That was back when most of the boys still
wore towels.  And seeing every inch of him hanging there genuinely shocked
her.  Johanna recalled turning bright red while Sam had shown no sign of
embarrassment.

   Then it happened.  Her English was too weak to converse, so she spit out
a few broken phrases while trying not to stare as he grew hard before her
eyes.  She later started taking it as a compliment that her boys got turned
on when she was around.  And several times since seeing Sam naked, she had
pleasured herself while thinking about that encounter.  Why shouldn't she?
He had a great package and she was barely out of high school herself.  It
was a natural thing for a young lady to fantasize about.

   The TV flicked off.  With only a bedside lamp for light, the setting
felt much more intimate.  And without competition from the copulating TV
couple, Sam turned his gaze completely on her making her feel
self-conscious.  She tried to stop thinking about his penis and say
something intelligent.

   "How is shoulder?"

   "Sore...could use a little work." Same never said more than a few words
at a time.

   Johanna was much more comfortable in the support role than in that of
the authority figure and gladly jumped to his aid.  She couldn't have her
Ferrari going to sleep with a flat tire.  A tune-up was in order and she
was the mechanic for the job.

   Sam bore his burden solemnly.  He never complained but she had noticed
the knots around his scar.  She always gave it extra attention whenever she
massaged him and he seemed grateful.  After a full day of swimming followed
by a several hours' drive, she knew he must be hurting now.

   She rounded and came up beside the bed.  Temporarily disregarding her
state of dress, she climbed up to kneel beside Sam and attacked his
shoulder; kneading muscles with professional efficiency.  Under her strong
grip the tension melted away and Sam visibly relaxed.  He said nothing and
Johanna was ok with that.  She just went about her work in silence.  A good
10 minutes later, the knots in his right shoulder were completely gone.

   "All done.  Is good now?" Johanna had been up on her knees during the
massage for leverage.  When she sat back on her bottom, the towel parted up
one side leaving most of one leg exposed.  She looked down and back up just
in time to see that Sam had noticed the gap, too.

   "That was nice, but..." he paused as if making up his mind about
something.  "I could use a little more work.  There's still some
stiffness."..


Part: 4

   Sam had been turned slightly away while Johanna worked on his shoulder.
Now he rolled over so that he was lying flat on his back.  Then, in one
swift motion, he pulled the covers back to show what stiffness he meant. 
He was naked.

   Johanna should have climbed off the bed and walked away at that point.
But something kept her rooted to the bed as she watched his semi-erect
member swell with anticipation.  The rationalizations came fast and
furious.

   She was still in support mode and it certainly looked uncomfortable. 
How could he sleep with that swollen thing sticking out of his body?  It
was her job to take care of the team.  Sam was one of the nice ones.  Why
not reward him?  He would probably sleep like a baby afterward; one less
boy to worry about.  And a hand job is just another type of massage, right?

   Before she could talk herself out of it, Johanna reached down and took
Sam's cock in her right hand.  Leaning over his body, she tenderly made a
couple of preliminary strokes up and down the length of his shaft.  Sam
crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a contented
smile on his face.

   Despite already being large and firm, the first few strokes caused him
to swell even bigger under her grip.  Underneath the soft buoyant outer
layer was a solid core that burned with heat.  She had underestimated his
size.  In a matter of seconds he had grown to no less than a full 8 inches.

   Johanna went to work; using a slow pace until she figured out what she
was doing.  She combined her massage techniques with what little cow
milking experience she remembered from her village.  This would be her
first time milking a bull; so to speak.  She settled into a routine of
squeezing on the up strokes then relaxing while her hand slid back to the
base of Sam's cock.  When he didn't complain, she increased her pace
slightly.

   As a masseuse, she was no stranger to repetitive motion.  So Johanna was
kind of surprised when her arm started to tire.  She wasn't used to that
particular motion, but that wasn't the real reason for her unusual fatigue.
Rather, it was because she had the wrong angle.  When she stopped and let
go to reposition herself, Sam's eyes shot open.  He gave her a look like
she had wounded him by stopping in the middle of her work.  Johanna took
that as a lesson that boys don't like to be teased.  Once you start
something, you better be prepared to follow through.

   "Sorry", she said as she scooted further down on the bed and quickly
reconnected with Sam's throbbing organ.  In response, Sam grabbed her left
hand and placed it directly on his heavy balls.  Taking the cue, she began
to squeeze them in turn while her other hand resumed its pumping motion. 
Sam melted into the mattress.

   Johanna had massaged dozens of attractive guys in her line of work.  Her
repertoire included full body massage, but you were supposed to work around
the private areas and stick to musculature.  Her prude instructor in school
had always complimented her technique and said she had a natural gift.  He
would be appalled to see her using it to such vulgar ends.

   But Johanna didn't care.  She was having too much fun.  She fondled his
ball sack with sheer giddiness.  It was completely smooth; having been
shaved in the swimmer's tradition.  His balls were squishy but firm.  Just
then she felt a contraction and a bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of
his penis.  She doubled her pace.

   **He's getting close.  I can feel it.

   Sam started writhing in the bed; obviously enjoying himself.  His cock
was rock hard now and every muscle in his body was tensed.  Johanna's shirt
moved back and forth across her chest turning her nipples into little
points.  The towel around her waist started to work itself loose and slide
down her waist.  Then it broke free and pooled upon the mattress leaving
her exposed from the waist down.  Even though her bare pussy was showing,
Johanna didn't stop to pick up her towel.  She didn't want to let go until
he was satisfied.  Besides, Sam did not notice.  His eyes were clamped shut
with all attention on his own release.

   Down the home stretch Silent Sam started to pant.  A few seconds later
animal grunts filled the room as Johanna felt a sudden contraction in his
ball sack.  Then on the next stroke a stream of cum shot from his cock and
flew straight into the air.  A second followed just as the first was
landing.  Spurt after spurt came forth from his tip.  She kept pumping
until his orgasm subsided.  A big squeeze of his ball sack produced one
last spurt then she let go.  Her bull was officially milked dry.

   Sam opened his eyes his attendant was crawling off the bed.  Standing
up, Johanna became acutely aware of her exposed lower half and reached for
her towel, but Sam nabbed it first.  His orgasmic explosion had gotten
everywhere; on his stomach, on the sheets, and on Johanna's arms and hands.
He used the towel to wipe himself clean as his cock started to deflate. 
Johanna pulled her shirt hem down while she waited for her towel to be
returned.  But instead of giving it to her when he was finished, he wrapped
it around himself and pulled up the covers.

   "Thanks, Coach.  Good night." And with that he flipped the lamp switch
and rolled over leaving Johanna to stumble through the room toward the
exit. She wiped clean with the spare towel from her head then wrapped it
around her waist.  On the way to the elevator, the gravity of her actions
hit her.

   **When Coach Ron finds out what I just did, he will fire me for sure.

   Though he always stressed doing whatever it took to care for the team,
Johanna was pretty sure that courtesy did not extend to free hand jobs on
demand.  She knew she was out of line and that she probably deserved to be
fired.  But the more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself
that the damage could be minimized.  Sam was an isolated incident.  No one
knew about it.  What possible reason would he have for telling Coach Ron?

   That was a small consolation.  Her job might be safe, but what about her
reputation?  How long before the other boys found out?  Then again, the
story was almost too fantastical.  She fooled herself by thinking that Sam
would keep such an unbelievable story to himself.  She couldn't be more
wrong.  For the secret was out and spreading before she could board the
elevator.

   Johanna rode up to the 19th floor and stepped off the elevator
determined to put the illicit encounter behind her.  She had tarnished her
reputation, but it need not prevent her from finishing room check in a
professional manner.  Sam's impressive display of teenage potency had
invigorated her.  But it was well past midnight and she had a big day
tomorrow.  She promised herself that she would pop in and out of these last
few rooms and retire to the penthouse in short order.

   The indulgence suites were one floor above her with the penthouse above
that.  Only one of her team's rooms was on this floor.  Despite having left
her clipboard in Sam's room, she remembered the number 1919.  Johanna found
the room, recomposed herself, straightened her posture and knocked on the
door.  She was not expecting a naked boy to answer.  "Hi, Coach.  I'm ready
for my massage!"..


Part: 5



   **Why oh why did it have to be Tyler?** Johanna thought as she
vigorously stroked his member.



   Anybody else and she might have been able to resist.  But once she saw
Tyler standing in the doorway; his magic cock swaying out in front of him
like a trained cobra, she was hypnotized and lost all willpower.  She had
feigned disinterest, but entered his room nonetheless; secretly just as
eager to start the massage as he was.



   Having ever only seen him partially erect in the locker room, she could
only guess how big he really was down there.  Now she finally got her
chance to find out.  And Tyler did not disappoint.



   As soon as they were settled on the bed, she wrapped a hand around the
middle of his cock.  She throttled the veins in his organ and caused the
head to bulge.  If Tyler was surprised or impressed by the firm grip her
soft and feminine hands possessed, he didn't show it.  Neither did he show
any sign of pleasure but kept a smug smile on his face.



   Johanna relaxed her stranglehold and began to play.  Leaving his cock
for the moment, she explored down to his sack which was bigger and heavier
than even Sam's had been.  She could barely hold both of his balls in one
hand.  They kept spilling out one side or the other whenever she tried to
grasp them.  She could tell that they were capable of producing an
incredible amount of semen.  When the time came, his ejaculation promised
to be a sight to behold.



   But that wasn't going to happen unless she figured how to arouse him
further.  Her fingers teased all over his partially inflated shaft trying
to unlock the profound potency roiling just beneath the surface.



   She dragged her fingers up the underside and drew circles around the
base of his fleshy, circumcised helmet.  Though already big, she sensed it
could grow even bigger with the right prodding.  But Tyler frustrated her;
keeping his full potential just out of reach.  In a moment of weakness she
imagined what it would feel like spreading her moist pussy...



   Before things got out of hand, Johanna snapped out of her fantasy and
returned to the task at hand.  She encircled his shaft in a fist and began
stroking in earnest.  Despite being only half erect, Tyler had plenty to
jack off; seven inches at least.  She made long confident strokes
indicative of her excellent massage training.  The way the elastic skin
along his shaft hung loosely bore witness that there was more growth
forthcoming.



   Eventually Johanna's efforts paid off as a twinkle appeared in Tyler's
deep blue bedroom eyes.  That's when the real workout began.  Slowly,
gradually, his cock added girth and length.  Johanna didn't dare disrupt
her methodical strokes as he passed eight, then nine inches.  Her jaw
dropped when she realized he wasn't done growing even then.



   She could barely wrap her hand around it at the thickest point now and
each stroke made it swell and bulge a little more.  The throbbing
mushroom-shaped tip looked angry.



   To Johanna's amazement he passed the one foot mark.  Pushing 13 inches,
it was longer than Tank's and nearly double the team average.  She had to
lean over and put her whole body into the effort to maintain her pace.



   The exertion caused her normally stationary breasts to jiggle
seductively.  Her nipples strained against the fabric and betrayed her own
arousal.  She glanced up at Tyler to see if he noticed.  His eyes were
trained on her tank top.



   Tyler reached up and cradled Johanna's right breast through the thin
material of her shirt.  He did not give warning or ask permission.  It was
totally inappropriate.  But how could she object?  She was supposed to be
supervising her boys and instead she was jacking them off one at a time. 
His large hand roamed all over her top and sent shivers through her body.
Johanna had to work hard to keep from losing concentration.



   **It's ok, as long as he doesn't...



   As if reading her mind, Tyler found an opening in the tank top. 
Entering through the arm hole, his hand settled on the meat of her breast.
His hand felt cold on her warm bosom; though neither compared to the
scalding hot obelisk thrusting up from between his legs.  The friction from
her hand only added to the radiating heat of his poker.



   Johanna suppressed a shudder as Tyler familiarized himself with her
hanging fruit.  When he found her nipple, he spent some time stimulating
the tiny target.  She bit her lip, but did not try to stop him.  In truth,
she was extremely turned on by it.



   Her ex-boyfriend had figured out early on that, despite their diminutive
size, Johanna's nipples were the key to her arousal.  Whenever he wanted to
get her in the mood to fool around, he would start with those little tips.
He knew it drove her especially crazy to suckle on them.  It got to the
point where, even in public, he could turn her on just by licking his lips
suggestively.



   She didn't feel the need to share that information with Tyler, though.
Rather, she masked her arousal and focused on finishing the "massage".  But
his continued fondling served to weaken her resolve.  And with every
passing second, she grew more restless and aroused.  The long sexless weeks
since moving to America were catching up to her.  Her body needed it.



   When the bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock, she barely
controlled the urge to lean over and lap it up with her tongue.  As before,
the towel around her waist worked loose.  She let it fall; let Tyler get a
good look at how wet her throbbing pussy was.  She teetered on the brink of
indecision; mere heartbeats away from propositioning him.  Unfortunately,
she did not get the chance.



   Suddenly Tyler's cock became as straight and inflexible as a steel rod.
It took several spasms to drive the fluid up such a long distance.  But
soon the pump was primed and the next spasm caused a white stream to
explode from the tip.  Johanna held on for dear life as Tyler's cock threw
spurt after spurt high in to the air.  She couldn't help but compare it to
her old boyfriend's pathetic emissions and stare in wonder at what she had
been missing all along.



   She wanted to experience the sensation of a massive cock becoming ramrod
straight like that inside her, and to have those spasms push against the
walls of her pussy canal just before the ejaculation came.  She wanted to
rewind the clock 20 minutes and do it all over again except with her pussy
in place of her hand.  In short, she wanted Tyler.



   But that wasn't going to happen.  Her stud was satisfied...for now...and
no longer had need of her.  The show was over and the old teasing Tyler
returned.  He pulled the towel out from under Johanna's knees, practically
dumping her off the bed in the process, and began to clean himself up.



   "Hey, Sam was right.  You're not half bad." Tyler said with a sense of
finality.



   "Wait, what abo-"



   "Now coach.  You have many rooms left to check tonight.  I don't want to
be greedy.  You should really get going."



   Johanna persisted despite his abrupt dismissal.



   "But, Tyler, I need to talk-"



   "NO!  The rest of the team is waiting.  Now stop stalling and go do your
job."



   The forceful language stunned Johanna.  She might expect to hear such a
command from her boss, but not one of her students; especially one who had
been so amenable just moments before.



   When Johanna was too slow to react, Tyler added "I said GO!" Then to
reinforce his words, he reached out and swatted her bare bottom.  His hand
was the size of a bear paw and carried a considerable amount of force
behind it.  It worked.  Johanna snapped out of her trance and retreated
towards the exit; more to avoid another swat than to comply with his
orders.



   It did not occur to her to stop at the bathroom and grab another towel.
She was the sponsor and had every right to be in there.  But in her rush to
obey Tyler, she walked right through the door and let it lock behind her.



   Johanna used a hand to steady herself against the wall while she figured
out what to do next.  Her bottom stung from where Tyler had spanked her and
her breast still buzzed from his manipulations.  She was lightheaded and
still horny.  What else was there to do but finish her rounds as Tyler had
suggested?  She could take care of her own arousal later in the privacy of
her own bedroom.



   Unfortunately, Tyler had taken her spare towel and left her with nothing
but a too-short tank top.  She pulled the hem down over the pretty cleft
between her legs and headed toward the elevators.  She couldn't do anything
about her bare bottom hanging out the back.  Encountering a hotel guest in
this state of dress would be incredibly embarrassing.  She could only hope
that they were all asleep at this late hour..


Part: 6



   Johanna knelt on the bed with her knees spread to maintain balance.  It
gave the two boys beside her a perfect view right between her legs. 
Johanna blushed but let them look.  After all, they were all naked and had
nothing to hide.  Why should she?



   She had approached the first indulgence suite with trepidation.  But Sam
or Tyler must have given them a heads-up, because they were waiting for her
to arrive.  The six boys welcomed her kindly and were eager to get the
"massages" started.



   It had been Mike's idea for her to kneel in the middle of the bed to
give them their massages.  That way she could service two boys at once. 
More efficient that way!  But with both of her hands occupied, she could
hardly hold her top down.  So it slid up to her waist and exposed her
swollen mound to their hungry eyes.



   Once the first two boys were in position, she grabbed on and started
stroking.  Mike soon grew to a respectable size; though nowhere near as big
as Sam.  She estimated it at around 8 inches.  He was relaxed and clearly
enjoying himself.



   As a sophomore, Robbie had plenty of growing left to do.  But despite
being smaller than the other boys, his cock was cute nonetheless.  And he
made up for his lack of size with considerable enthusiasm.  He met her
strokes with little thrusts of his own.  He seemed determined to get the
most out of Johanna's hand job as possible.



   Johanna found it difficult to establish a rhythm with such a large
disparity in size.  Fortunately, Robbie came quickly and was replaced by
the more mature senior, Marcus.  Marcus was slightly smaller than Mike, but
big enough that she could alternate her strokes and find a pretty good
rhythm.



   "You having fun, coach?" someone called out from behind her.



   "Of course she's having fun!  Just look at how wet her pussy is.  She's
practically dripping."



   Johanna did not have to answer.  They were obviously right.  Bringing
all these naked boys to orgasm in turn was making her incredibly hot.



   Like everything teenage boys do, Mike and Marcus turned it into a
competition; to see who could last the longest before cumming.  Even though
Mike had been going for several minutes, he swore that he could outlast his
friend.  A few rules were quickly established.  They had to keep their
hands behind their heads so as not to interfere.  And any attempt to get
away from Coach Johanna would be deemed a forfeit.  There would be no
breaks until somebody came.  The race was on.



   While Johanna did all the work, the other boys gathered around to watch
the half-naked chick jack off their teammates for sport.  Seconds turned
into minutes.  Secretly Johanna wanted to see Mike win.  He had already
outlasted Robbie and shown incredible self-control so far.  In her
experience so far, the big boys required more foreplay but made for a more
impressive climax show.



   Marcus was the first one to exhibit signs of building orgasm.  He
started to squirm in the bed and closed his eyes tightly.  Mike showed no
outward sign of weakness, but Johanna felt his cock swelling.  He was
getting close, too, but bluffing in the hopes that Marcus would fail first.



   Egged on by the spectators, Johanna quickened her pace.  Both boys in
her grasp tensed visibly.  It was going to be a photo finish.  The pressure
was building in Mike's pipes, but Marcus faltered first.  After a series of
ecstatic grunts, semen spewed forth from his turgid member.  Mike's came a
few seconds later to create dueling fountains of orgasmic joy.



   Johanna was emotionally spent and physically drained as Marcus and Mike
rolled off the bed.  She didn't get a break because two more boys
immediately took their place.  And just like that she was pumping the new
pair toward climax.  Only her body's hormonal response to the boys' potent
displays kept her going.



   After finishing off the next two boys, there was only one remaining in
that suite.  Since that left an open spot, Robbie announced that he was
taking another turn and lay down for his second hand job.  Johanna was
doubtful he had anything left.  But after the short break, the youngster
was more than ready to go again.  He met her strokes with all the
enthusiasm of the first time around.



   Counting Sam and Tyler, she had now milked eight of her bulls, and one
twice.  This was certainly not what she had in mind for room check; walking
bottomless from room to room around the hotel gratifying her boys sexually.
But she couldn't stop now.  Word had spread and everyone expected the same
treatment Sam had received.  At least Johanna couldn't deny that she was
enjoying it.  She grew less self-conscious with every new boy she serviced.



   Johanna yawned as she knocked at the second and final indulgence suite.
After this, she could retire to the penthouse.  Despite all the excitement,
the sleep deprivation was catching up to her again.  Rapid stroking was a
different motion than deep tissue massage and her arms muscles were tiring.
But when Tank came to the door with his giant manhood hanging down, she
realized her endurance was about to be tested like never before.



   As a captain, Donald got the privilege of going first alongside Tank. 
Donald was well hung in every respect.  But his 8 inches were dwarfed by
Tank's enormity.  And while Tank came up short of Tyler's record setting 13
inch schlong, he made up for it in girth.  The man had a sapling growing
straight out from his crotch.  Thickest at the base, it narrowed into a
strong trunk.  His helmet was the size of Johanna's fist.



   Johanna did her best with one hand, but really needed two to do him
justice.  Her inadequacy showed when, after several minutes of vigorous
pumping, she started to lag.  Tank was grinning.  He knew how much of a
workout it could be.  "She's slowing down" he announced.



   The other boys stepped in to cheer her on.  A whispered voice spoke only
inches from her ear causing Johanna to jump.  "Come on, Coach.  We don't
quit on you in the pool.  You can do better than this."



   It was one of the other boys.  She couldn't tell who.  When his arms
snaked around and squeezed her boobs through her shirt, Johanna nearly
fainted.



   "Remember, we're a team.  And teammates take care of each other.  You
help us..." He grabbed her shirt and started sliding it up her torso. 
"...and we help you.  And everybody wins."



   Johanna didn't stop him from pulling her shirt up over her breasts. 
After bunching the tank top under her arms, his hands returned to her chest
and resumed massaging her breasts from behind.  The motivation worked as
Johanna, flush with erotic stimulation, quickly returned to and surpassed
her previous pace.



   "That's more like it."



   And the stimulation on her breasts drove Johanna into a frenzy of need.
She was really in a rhythm now.  She stroked her boys along as her own body
commenced an inevitable march to orgasm.  The last thing she expected to
hear at that moment was Alex's voice interrupting the fun.



   "Well, what do we have here?"



   Johanna froze.  Alex was several years her junior, but somehow she felt
guilty to be in such a compromising position in his presence.  This was way
more than a simple penis massage.  She felt like a horny co-ed who was
caught by her father right in the middle of jacking off a whole fraternity.



   "I knew you fantasized about us, Coach.  And that you masturbate in the
shower after practice when you think you're alone.  But I had no idea you
were this hot for our cocks."



   That made her blush.  She had underestimated the lengths to which horny
American boys will go to see the hot young Swedish assistant coach naked.
They must have been spying on her all along.



   Johanna tugged her shirt down over her chest as Alex continued, "You
seem to be having fun, but somebody has to be responsible around here.  And
it's way past your bedtime.  Party's over, guys.  Sorry."



   He took Johanna by the hand and helped her off the bed.  Tank, along
with the other boys who were still waiting their turn, grumbled in dissent.
But no one challenged the authority of their Senior captain.



   Alex saw the guys were not happy with him.  But he knew how to smooth
things over.  "Don't worry, guys, I understand your frustration.  I won't
forget about you.  How about a peace offering?  Coach, give them your
shirt."



   Johanna stared at Alex.  That shirt was her last bit of clothing and it
was not his to give away.  But Alex insisted it was the only fair way to
compensate them for their interrupted massages.



   "Hurry up, Coach.  We're just going to bed.  Come on, do you really need
it right now?"



   Johanna reluctantly complied.  She told herself it was nothing they
hadn't all seen before.  Pulling it over her head, she tossed the souvenir
to Hank who deemed it satisfactory.  The boys got a good look at her naked
body as Alex led her out the door.  He held her hand tightly like she was
some naughty child being punished.



   She wouldn't miss her shirt much while sleeping.  But she sure wished
she had something for cover while waiting in the hallway for the hotel
elevator.  Her free hand was clamped tightly over her pussy just in case
they happened to meet someone on the elevator; like that would have done
much good.  Fortunately it was empty.



   The penthouse suite was dark and silent when they arrived.  The other
residents had all gone to bed.  Though she was suspicious of Alex's motives
and angry that he had given her shirt away, she was also thankful.  Without
his intervention, she would still be downstairs giving hand jobs to the
long line of eager athletes.



   She yawned when she saw her bed.  Alex was right about one thing.  In
the privacy of the penthouse, her missing shirt was less of an issue.  She
was tired enough to sleep fine even without any pj's; after a quick massage
session to satisfy her own body, of course.  She could worry about clothes
in the morning.



   But Alex had one more surprise in store for her.  Wishing her a good
night, he went around to the other side of the bed and began stripping.



   "Alex!" she exclaimed.  She got a passing glimpse of his premium schlong
as he pulled his underwear off and climbed into bed.  "You can not to sleep
here.  Go to your bed!"



   "This is my bed," he casually replied.



   That's when it dawned on her.  Alex wasn't going anywhere.  He intended
to sleep in here.  How convenient for him that she was naked and just
happened to be bunking with him.  She saw right through his ploy and wasn't
falling for it.



   "No...No no."



   "Relax, Coach," Alex reassured her.  "It's not like that.  This is the
only bed left.  But look.  It's a king bed; more than enough room for both
of us.  You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine.  You don't have
anything to worry about, I promise."



   Johanna doubted his sincerity, but was out of options.  The penthouse
only had four bedrooms.  And the other three were similarly occupied.  She
had to admit that the bed was big enough to contain them both with plenty
of space in between.  Alex's sober face indicated his serious commitment to
the promise and her fatigue made an equally strong case for giving in.



   "OK, but stay on your side."



   "I will be a perfect gentleman."



   Once in bed, her reservations melted into the soft pillow.  She fell
fast asleep only to awake mere moments later on top of Alex...just as he
entered her..