The Ponytail Express Ch. 17

Fred loved his dominance over his sexy teacher. A part of him wanted to fuck her during class while she lectured.

As it was, someone did, but Fred ordered them to forget what they saw and leave, and that's what they did. While he did that, Alexandra hadn't stopped moving her hips as she continued to please her Master.

Wednesday afternoon eventually came for Fred, and with it, Ponytail Express practice. Mia came in with Niamh on a new motorcycle. The tall redhead seemed to enjoy her rock star status and added to it with her entrance.

Fred had been early, greeting the women as they came in. He was met with a lot of meaningful eye contact and a ton of sexual energy. Most of the women flirted openly with him, since all had unknowingly drank from the punch that was laced with his cum last Saturday.

When he saw Deb arrive with Jessica, she took his breath away. Fred wondered how in the fuck she looked even more beautiful than usual. She saw him and immediately started eye fucking. It was the high point of his day up to that point. Deb meant so much to him. He almost didn't even register Jessica's arrival, which was nice as well.

When Deb saw Fred, her heart soared. She was reminded how much he mean to her

Practice began with a rah-rah session, followed by what was a hard and competitive practice. The women were playing for keeps and Deb worked to motivate the women into believing the city championship was all but theirs, provided they worked hard enough to achieve it.

Fred coped with the added attention his newfound influence provided. Rather than getting eye fucked, it was more accurate to say he was getting eye gang-banged. Every woman on the team noticed him when he walked and talked.

And Fred's senses could see the communication. Even women that hadn't found him attractive at Saturday's meeting were more introspective today. Caslyn and Imani ranked among that number. The feisty Tanzanian smiled shyly at him, and Fred sent her a grin back.

Fred's scent was communicating through his body, hardening his cock, making him want to arrange a little after-practice group session in the public restroom, introducing women to his cock through various holes. During practice, taking women on by one into the dugout for blowjob practice, where the rest of the women could see and perhaps provide extra feedback. His truck was also available for personal or group sessions.

During practice, Fred was surprised to find when he thought about either Deb, Mia or Oni, they would look over at him. He wondered how many practices it would take to fuck both Mia and Deb on the pitcher's mound, and it would start off an outdoor orgy. Fred thought a lot about while watching his women practice.

He liked the dugouts, too. It was made mostly of cement and wood, while it had a roof to keep out any rain, which it was supposed to do tomorrow. The bench was wood and only comfortable if you brought a cushion device. Fred was armed with a notebook and a couple of pens. He wore shorts and underwear that were frequently dampened by his pre-cum secretions.

Offensively, it was clear who the stars were. Deb and Iris stood out. Mia was in a class by herself, a mix of Roy Hobbs from The Natural, and Dotty Hinson from League of Their Own. Except, of course, Fred had turned her into a nymphomaniacal freak with large, D cup lactating breasts that might were approaching DD size. Fred was okay with DD breasts. Cat Dennings, a movie star, DD cups and they looked fine.

Every time she hit the ball, it was loud and impressive. She hit a towering 420-foot shot over the center field wall that would have counted as a home run in any major league baseball stadium.

Fred thought it might be a problem. Mia was so good that scouts from colleges might come looking for her, bringing unwanted attention. He thought about it as he watched her fielding grounders. She looked over at him and winked, smiling. A couple of other women giggled, looking over coyly as well. Mia said something obviously hilarious, and all three broke out in laughter. All three were also more aroused from whatever it was she said.

When batting practice began, Deb, Mia, and Iris were on the mound and Deb signaled Fred to come out. Oni jogged in from center field and the entire team was loosely gathered.

Fred struggled to keep his libido in check. The urge to put a baby in every woman on the field was strong, almost overpowering. They all wanted it. Deb especially craved it. He was going to breed her, then the rest. Some of them already knew; the rest would eventually discover what it was they needed. What it was they craved.

"Underhanded fast pitch, Freddy," Deb said, snapping him out of his reverie. Four sets of erect nipples were on display. "Do you know how to pitch?"

Fred nodded.

Deb looked around at the collected women. "Kayleigh, Jessica, Imani, and Oni, you're all in the outfield. Delilia and Niamh will replace you as come in to take batting practice.

No one complained.

"Don't disappoint me, Fred!" Oni yelled.

Laughter ensued among the women.

Fred gave the women a show. Before he started throwing, he took off his T-shirt. For the last week, women had been putting him through his paces. He was lean, gristly muscle. From afar, he looked like a guy who could put on a few pounds.

"Can someone take my shirt?" he asked.

Faces flushed. Most of the other women immediately looked at Deb, but it was Mia who trotted back out to the mound. She grinned that "Oh, shucks," grin that was so fucking hot. When she went to grab the shirt, he didn't let go. He took her hand, pulling her in closer.

"Are you going to get fresh with me in front of the other women, Fred? Cuz that would be hot as fuck," she muttered, only slightly resisting as she let herself get pulled in.

"Have you picked out a collar for tonight yet?" Fred asked.

She flushed then. He knew how close she was to cumming. It was her fantasy. It was what she wanted.

"N-no, Fred. Should I?"

Fred nodded. "You and Niamh both. Pick out collars worthy of your position in the Express. Co-Captain," he added.

He hit the right button. As she walked back, Fred knew her panties were now soaked.

Fred slowly but surely learned how to pitch. It was just batting practice for the women. He wasn't looking to strike anyone out and cheered whenever someone hit the ball well.

Iris put a ball over a right field wall and everyone was impressed. Deb was a solid, line-drive hitter. Jessica was pretty good.

Niamh needed work, but Fred thought it was great she was out trying. The alabaster beauty replaced Kelly Loeffler on the team roll. Now that Kelly had been reunited with her fiancé, Edward, she had little time for softball. Fred considered Edward a pal, and when he graduated from Law School, he might even become his lawyer.

Caslyn Wilson was a dynamo at 5'4-inches. She was a compact woman, and fast. Short auburn hair and freckles dotted her face, and she had a determined, lively manner that infected women around her. She had been neutral to Fred, but as he threw batting practice, she began checking him out.

There was a running question among the uninitiated that Fred heard thanks to his heightened senses. The question was what in the hell was going on with other members on the team falling over themselves. Interactions like the one he had with Mia were leading women to believe Mia was vying with Deb for Fred's affections. Oni ran up and hugged him, giving him a big juicy kiss on the lips, and the rumors suddenly changed.

There was another question, which was how chummy Jessica and Deb were together. Folks thought the two rarely got along, and now Jess was fawning over the fit blond Co-captain. Fred wasn't a fan of all the drama, but he loved watching the bodies. He looked forward to owning the bodies.

Defensively, the stars were Oni at center field, Bailey at catcher, and Caslyn at her second base-shortstop role. The best defensive configuration was Mia pitching, with Deb at shortstop and Caslyn at second base. Team defense was stout all over, but especially up the middle, but you couldn't discount Iris at third base. The woman was phenomenal. Fred thought how much better she would be with a daily dose of cock when his cell buzzed.

"Let's talk." Was the text he received from unknown.

Fred was in the dugout, watching practice, armed with a notebook and pen. He was busy solidifying Deb's notations on different lineups, depending on pitching rotation, comprising Mia, Deb, and Iris. He noticed Iris waving to someone and followed the line to none other than her father.

Marcus was present, wearing slacks and a gray t-shirt under a colorful Hawaiian collared shirt. It was clear the text was from him.

Fred got up and walked over. Oni, Mia, and Niamh noticed with some worry. If Marcus wanted to do anything violent, there was nothing anyone could do. As Fred closed in, the wind died down and he got a good enough whiff to know Marcus had been talking to the Dasna family. Oni's mom sucked his cock earlier today. Marcus hadn't even bothered to shower.

Fred came over. Marcus was standing, leaning on the fence, seeming to be a father watching his daughter.

"Hiya, Fred."

"Hello, Marcus," Fred responded.

"The Ponytail Express is going to be a tough team to beat this year," the big man commented.

"I couldn't agree more. Anything on your mind?"

The six-and-a-half-foot black man straightened, looking down at the much smaller Fred. The man looked like he was carved out of granite.

"Yeah, Fred. I have a request."

Fred turned to the practice, glancing at Iris in her third base position. The gorgeous chocolate-hued athlete was suddenly far more interested in what was going on outside of the diamond. She wasn't the only one. Oni switched places with Imani in the outfield to be closer. Thalina played first base but was watching. It was like practice slowed down a bit.

"Shoot," said Fred.

The irony of his words wasn't lost on Marcus.

"Don't believe the Dasna family."

Fred thought about what he wanted to reveal to Marcus before continuing. He knew Marcus was fucking Oni's mother, and it was almost a given she was within earshot.

"What makes you say that, Marcus?"

"They've been through a lot. They nearly got themselves killed in their previous home and it wrecked them."

"Help them out, did you?" Fred asked.

"How much did Masani tell you?"

"May wants me to help them take control of Thailand."

There was a notable silence before Marcus broke out into laughter. It was loud enough some girls looked over. Except for Oni, who wasn't laughing.

Fred spared a glance at her before shrugging. "Marcus, I don't mind if you're laughing at me. I hope, for the sake of you living out today, you're not laughing at the Dasna family."

"Calm down, Fred. I'm not laughing at their misfortune; I'm laughing because helping them take back their country is the least of the shit you'll be able to do."

Fred looked at the big man for signs he was fucking with him, but Marcus returned his gaze evenly, his eyes still glinting with humor.

"You don't need to blow smoke up my ass, you know," Fred said, keeping his tone even.

"No smoke-blowing needed," Marcus said. "Helping the Dasnas take back their country is a silly thing to get hung up on. I want you to know whatever you intend to do with Iris, you have my blessing."

Every sense Fred had told him that Marcus was telling the truth. Was he so important all the parents in the know wanted him to fuck their daughters?

"So you're saying it would be okay if I knocked up your daughter?"

Marcus looked at Fred. "As long as it's her choice, then I'll back my daughter's play. Til you fuck up. If you fuck up and I have to come after you, it's an 'all bets are off' situation that not even Deb will save you from."

Fred looked at Deb, caught her eye, and smiled. "Marcus, on your best day, you couldn't beat Deb Stallings."

The big man chuckled. "How do you figure, Fred?"

"If you can't take out Minka, then you can't even shine Deb's shoes. That's a fact."

Fred felt good delivering that information to Marcus. It was dangerous because Fred was soft and squishy compared to Deb and the Chameleon, but he felt the need to get under the big man's skin.

"That's an interesting collection of facts, Fred," Marcus said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "It makes me feel like we can't be friends."

"That's entirely up to you, Marcus. I'm glad you're giving me your blessing to date your daughter. I guess we'll have to see where that goes."

"Where's Minka?" he asked.

Fred laughed like Marcus had previously.

"Not a chance in hell I'm answering that question until you play nice."

"Fred, we are playing nice."

"Where's your boss?" Fred countered.

Marcus turned to Fred, who turned and actually took a step towards Marcus, looking up at the icy rage play across his face. He was a dangerous man, but a puppet.

"Where's Minka, Fred? Last chance."

Fred narrowed his eyes. "You're a toilet paper man in a paper towel world."

"What?"

"It means unless you came here specifically to start shit, then you're a fucking idiot."

Fred knew Marcus wasn't here to see his daughter. He couldn't give less of a shit about softball practice. He wanted to know what Fred was doing about what had been revealed. Revealing his knowledge about The Chameleon struck a chord with the big man. What had she done to him? It said a lot that Marcus was close-lipped and touchy about it. He suspected The Chameleon used to work for whoever Marcus called Boss.

"Normally I would hit you so hard, your mother would feel it," Marcus said, grinning. "Let's start over." He offered his hand in a handshake.

Fuck that, Fred thought.

"Scarface is not better than the Godfather," Fred yelled, before turning around and marching to the dugout.

Marcus left soon after. The practice ended, and Fred fielded a lot of questions.

"How are you, babe?" Deb asked, giving him a hug.

Not for the first time, Fred's nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of his future wife. He wanted to rip off her clothing and establish dominance with the entire softball team, making all the women present understand their places.

Instead, he settled for kissing her meaningfully on the lips. She took his tongue in, aware of the women watching, but not really caring.

"I'm good, Deb," he said, giving her ass a playful squeeze. She leaned into it, smiling.

He saw Mia looking at him and waved her over.

"Long time no see, Scorekeeper," Mia said, embracing him, then pulling back and kissing him on the lips, giving him her tongue. He sucked on it before releasing her. The redhead was holding hands with Deb, who watched with desire, her face a beautiful, sweaty mess.

He looked at Oni, finding her at his side, looking up.

"Saving the best for last, lover?" she asked, her silvery voice music to his ears.

The pair exchanged a wet, intimate kiss as she melted into his arms.

"What the fuck is going on?" Caslyn asked, her voice incredulous, and turned on. Her relationship with her boyfriend had been tense since Saturday's meeting, and she knew it was because she wanted Deb's boyfriend. Why was she letting him kiss the other women?

"Fred's dating a few of us," Deb said to the team.

"What does that mean?" Martha Boltzman asked.

"It means Fred's cock is dope as fuck," Mia said.

While there was scattered laughter at what the redhead spoke, Fred offered his hand to Caslyn. She hesitated before taking it. He pulled her in for a kiss; tentative at first, but gaining passion, until the 5'4-inch caramel-haired woman's hands were all over Fred. He let her hand feel the hard cock in his pants before he said, "Cum for me, Caslyn."

Some of the closer women heard it, but all saw Caslyn's body spasm, and Fred kiss her one more time on the forehead while she came down from what was obviously an orgasm.

"Holy shit," Caslyn said, as Fred spun her back in the circle of women that had surrounded him.

Jessica was next. "Scorekeeper," she said before kissing him full on the mouth. Her hand sought his cock immediately, slipping under the fabric to grasp what she had been craving. He loosed her right breast so her scorekeeper could fondle it.

"I'm going to put a baby into you soon," Fred whispered to her. It was enough for her to leak into her panties.

The women of the Ponytail Express found themselves drawn towards to The Scorekeeper, allowing their lips to be claimed by him. Most got to caress his cock or feel his ass. Some, like Thalina or Niamh, got to do a little more, but each woman took a turn, giving themselves to him in a sexual rah-rah. They were excited by the practice, sweaty and aroused. He gave them all orgasms, not as a parting gift, but as a reminder of things to come. They would all be his.

"I wanna suck your dick again, Scorekeeper," Mary Boltzman whispered after their kiss.

"You'll get your chance, Mary. Maybe I'll have a surprise for you," said Fred. The surprise, of course, was the next time she blew him, she wouldn't be alone. Her twin sister would be with her. "Come for me."

Niamh sucked on Fred's tongue before saying, "Looking forward to tonight's festivities."

Fucking both Mia and her Niamh was something worth looking forward to. He could smell the anticipation on them as well.

"You and me both, Niamh. Did Mia tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"After practice, you and your cousin should pick out slave collars."

"And a chain?" she asked.

Fred nodded.

"Holy fuck, Fred," Niamh breathed.

The last woman was Imani Austin, a fetching Tanzanian who brazenly stuck her hand down Fred's pants while they tongue-wrestled.

"So hard," she muttered, her voice full of need. Her breasts mashed up against his chest felt incredible.

"Fuck," Fred muttered. "Meet me tomorrow afternoon at lunch for a date and you can put it in your mouth."

"Okay," Imani said. Still, Fred had to get her to release her grip on his cock.

Deb walked out and kissed Fred one more time, suggesting she was both the first and the last.

"Come for me, Deb," he said.

His command wasn't quite enough to make her orgasm, but she was close. As he held her, she whispered in his ear.

"I'm wearing a butt plug. The next time we fuck, I'm keeping it in, Freddy."

He whispered back. "The next time we fuck, you're going to call me Master."

That pushed her over the edge. "Thank you, Master," she mewled. Fred nearly came himself.

He looked at the ring of women as they closed ranks around them, touching him, touching her.

All fifteen women, not counting Alexandra or Kelly Loeffler. He had them all. The Ponytail Express was officially more than a softball team. They were not all his harem, but they soon would be.

And he would impregnate all of them.

TO BE CONTINUED