Samantha Merritt stepped off the bus in Minneapolis, the Minnesota cold biting at her cheeks like an old enemy. At eighteen and fresh from the East Coast, she was done running from her father’s fists and slurs. District 5 High School loomed ahead, and with it, the chance to try out for the Mighty Ducks hockey team. She adjusted her duffel bag, black hair whipping in the wind, and muttered, “Call me Sam or don’t call me at all.”
The rink smelled of sweat, ice, and possibility. Coach Gordon Bombay blew his whistle as the team—Charlie, Guy, Connie, Luis, Julie, Dean, Fulton, Ken, Adam, and the rest—skated drills. All eyes snapped to Sam when she laced up. “New girl, huh? Let’s see if you can keep up,” Bombay barked.
Luis Mendoza was first to slide over, flashing a grin. “Mierda, you’re tall and gorgeous. I’m Luis. Want me to show you my best moves on and off the ice?” Sam smirked, “Only if your stick work’s better than your lines, Mendoza.”
Guy Germaine stared at her lips while Connie Moreau offered a sweet but oddly intense smile. “We’ve been the only girls forever. I’m glad you’re here, Sam. Need anything?” Fulton Reed kept a steadying hand on her waist when she nearly slipped, his touch lingering. Dean Portman openly ogled her ass during warm-ups, earning a sharp elbow from Charlie Conway, who tripped over his own skates every time Sam glanced his way.
Adam Banks tried slipping her a new pair of gloves he’d bought with his Hawks money. “They match your style. No big deal.” Julie Gaffney blushed crimson whenever Sam passed, while Ken Wu watched quietly from the boards. The tension crackled like static on the ice.
After practice, the locker room emptied slowly. Sam found herself alone with Luis, Julie, and Connie near the showers, the air thick with steam and unspoken want. Luis leaned in, voice low and teasing. “You skate like you fuck—confident and fast. Bet you’re wet just from the attention.” Sam laughed, sharp and flirty. “Talk is cheap, Luis. Prove it.”
Julie’s cheeks burned but she stepped closer, hand brushing Sam’s hip. “I don’t usually… but you make me horny as hell.” Connie, always the soft dom, guided them with a knowing smile. “Guy and I have rules, but we’re open to sharing the heat.” Clothes hit the tile. Sam’s pussy was already dripping as Luis dropped to his knees, tongue working her clit while Julie kissed her hard, fingers teasing her ass.
Luis stood, cock hard and throbbing. “Suck it, Sam. Show us what that mouth can do besides trash talk.” Sam took him deep, gagging slightly as he thrust, saliva dripping down her chin. Connie fingered Julie, both women panting and sweating, trading witty barbs. “You’re such a show-off, Luis,” Connie teased. “At least make her come before you do.”
They moved to the bench. Sam rode Luis’s cock, pussy clenching around him while Julie sat on his face, moaning as he licked her. Connie kissed Sam fiercely, hands roaming. “Harder, Sam. You’re not topping anyone tonight.” Dean’s earlier stares echoed in her mind, heightening the thrill. Sam came first, body shaking, cum coating Luis’s cock as he followed, groaning her name. Julie and Connie finished each other with fingers and tongues, the room filled with panting and laughter.
Afterward, towels wrapped loosely, Sam caught her breath. The team’s poly web had only just begun to tangle, and she was already hooked. “Practice tomorrow, boys and girls. Don’t trip over yourselves again, Charlie.”
To be continued.
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