The Quarterback's Girl

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(This thread is currently closed to scribe_m and I, but we're looking forward to including other people as other players, cheerleaders, a jealous girlfriend, and friends of the football player, so PM with your idea and we'll get you involved!)

Krista knew she was lucky. The 18 year old college freshman had been accepted onto the varsity cheer squad, securing a scholarship that allowed her to go out of state to a great school. It was a big break for the midwestern small town girl. She knew she was good at tryouts, at 5'2" and under a hundred pounds she was always able to do some really impressive tosses and moves. She was a good cheerleader, but the school hadn't put a freshman on the varsity squad for 9 years.

She felt like she was in a dream come true, just nodding along as the more experienced girls explained how the varsity squad was different. The cheerleaders were each expected to take care of a player, help him with homework and laundry, make sure that he was ready for games and had all of his equipment, and generally do whatever he asked. It was part of what made their team so special, they said, truly supporting the football team however they could and keeping their morale high.

Her player was a senior whose cheerleader had graduated the year before. She remembered seeing him watching the tryouts and the other girls laughed. "Yeah, he thought you were very cute, its part of why you got picked."

She was supposed to meet him in the locker room after his workout, and the girls made her dress in her new uniform, fussing over her like a doll until her curly blonde hair was tied up in pigtails with ribbons, her wide blue eyes sparkling with glitter, the tight tank top exposing her taut midriff over the short flouncing skirt. She felt butterflies in her stomach as they left her in front of his locker, reminding her that if she didn't do exactly what he asked that she would be kicked off the team, and sent home.

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Jack smiled.

He leafed through the photo book of incoming freshmen, and nearly creamed in his pants when he found out who was assigned to him. "Krista, eh?" he grinned. Jack was known for treating "his" girls rough. Half dropped out of the cheerleading program, the other half actually seemed to like it. "I wonder which one she'll be," he smiled. He had seen her once before, during cheerleading tryouts, and he rubbed his chin as he remembered.

"Hey, Marcie, which of the fine young things are going to be mine?"

"Well," she replied, "We only have so many freshmen -- you know how you wear them out."

"I know..." he grinned.

"And, frankly, she kinda sucks."

"I bet she does."

"Idiot. The worst part is that she's prettier than I am. No way am I gonna tolerate her on the team. I'm gonna send her to you."

"You gonna tell her I think she's cute and all that?"

"Yeah. They swallow that bullshit all the time. Gonna make her all pretty and dress her up like a doll. A doll you can rip the limbs off of."

Jack snapped closed the photo book and stuffed it into his bag. He was finished with his workout for the day, and looked forward to a long shower -- and a good long fuck with his little doll. He entered the lockeroom and made his way to his locker. He liked what he saw.

"So you're the cheerleader who's supposed to keep my morale up, eh? How about you do a little cheer for me and show me what you've got?" He slumped in a cheap foldout chair, and spread his legs. "C'mon, girl. Start dancing."

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She jumped when the door banged shut, but stayed where she was, carefully across the aisle from his locker. Jack. He came around the corner and smiled at her, almost predatory. She felt so nervous, he towered over her like a giant.

She was almost relieved when he dropped into a chair, giving her some space of her own. Her heart fluttered and sank at his first command.

She cleared her throat and started one of the cheers she was learning, but faltered halfway through at his look of disapproval.

"What kind of a dance do you want?" she asked softly.

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Jack's face turned into a grimace.

"You don't know how to dance? What sort of cheerleader can't dance?" Jack stood up, putting his weight on the chair. The metal of its unprotected legs screeched painfully on the concrete floor.

Jack walked towards her, blocking the light behind him. He towered over her, still in his football uniform. He grabbed her by the waist and pressed her into him. "You wiggle your hips." He stressed the word "hips", as his hand, at the small of her back, moved her small body from side to side, forcing her into him. Her skirt was getting dirty from his soiled uniform, and her exposed midriff pressed against his jock strap. As he forced her to move from side to side, he slowly began to become stiffer.

"And then you wiggle your tits," he said. He walked forward again, her size hardly an obstacle, and pinned her back to the wall. He groped her chest, kneading the soft flesh underneath her cheerleader's top.

He suddenly turned her around. "Then you wiggle your ass." Her chest and face were pressed into the hard cold concrete wall. He lifted her skirt, revealing her underpants, and dry-fucked her a few times. He was clearly quite stiff now, as he thrust his body against her.

He stopped. "I'm going to take a shower now, and you're going to join me." He turned around, leaving her, and walked towards the shower stalls. As he did, he started taking off his clothes, first his jersey, then his pants, and then his protective equipment. Had she turned to see him, she would have seen his muscular, sweaty, unclothed body.

Just before he entered the stalls, he turned to her. "Put away my things. Then come into the shower."

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Krista shrank back from the large man's scorn and gasped when he grabbed her. Too shocked to resist she tried to follow as he ground her body against his. Her skirt rode up, her bare legs and stomach flattened hard against his gear. Her eyes widened as she felt him grow stiff and she shied backward.

He simply backed her against the wall, smashing her breasts under his hands as she blushed furiously, helplessly. She yelped as he forced her to turn around, her hot, shamed cheek against the cold cement wall. He bunched her skirt up over her back and thrust against her thin panties, his cock hard and hot against her ass. For a moment she froze in teh fear that he was going to simply rape her through her clothes.

Then, just as quickly as the attack started, he backed off, leaving her panting and tearful, clinging to the wall. She stayed still, like a rabbit under the eye of a wolf, shuddering while his gear hit the floor.

She flinched at his final command, turning to catch a glimpe of his powerful backside. Confused and scared she crouched down and gathered up the fallen gear and clothing, hanging things up and putting dirty laundry in its place. Shaking she found a few dry towels and followed toward the sound of running water.

She stood just outside the spray, clinging to the towels, unwilling to just give herself to his ego but unable to stop the progression of events.

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Jack turned on the shower, the water washing his sweaty body. He felt more comfortable, as the water soothed him, clearing his mind, allowing him to think of more terrible ideas. He smiled to himself. This will be fun. He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as his little girl was picking up after him. Good, he thought to himself. At least she does *that* without "encouragement". Clean and tidy, she was. He wondered what other things she could "clean".

He then saw her wait just outside the spray of the water. He grinned as a bit of mischief came to him. Suddenly, he grabbed the head of the shower and pointed it at her, covering her with water. He laughed as he watched her, reacting to the hot water.

"Put the towels on the rack and take off your clothes. You won't be needing them for awhile," he said, smirking. He was now facing her. She could see his dark hair, muscled body, and slowly hanging erection. He tossed her soap. "Clean off my body for me." He smiled again, and turned back towards the shower.

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She was trying not to look at his naked body as he stretched under the flow of the hot water. Suddenly the spray was directed over her face and shoulders, she jumped and yelped, slipping on the wet tile and backing almost out of the shower area, shaking droplets from her pigtails. Her top was soaked, sticking to her body, outlining her breasts even more tightly than before.

"Put the towels on the rack and take off your clothes. You won't be needing them for awhile,"

Her stomach dropped, this was how she could stay in school? To please this egotistical dick? But to do otherwise would be to fail, and go home, without a good explanation. She set the towels down, tugging her wet top off over her head and stepping out of her short skirt. She glances over her shoulder before slipping her panties down her hips, looking quickly away from his obvious nudity. Setting her uniform carefully on the rack with the towels and running out of ways to procrastinate, she has nothing left but to turn toward him, clumsily catching the soap.

"Clean off my body for me."

She swallowed at the command and lathered the soap in her hands for several long moments before reaching up to massage his shoulders, smoothing the froth over his thick shoulders and down over his back. She washes his arms then bends down to do his feet and legs, carefully not looking at or touching his cock or ass.

The water soaks into her hair, dripping into her eyes as she kneels on the floor at his feet, trying not to think about what kind of a view he's getting.

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Jack smiled, as Krista yelped as she was hit by the hot, scalding, water. He loved watching her slip and jump, the water shooting at her body and feet. He was able to have a better look at her soon-to-be-naked body, as he could better see her humongous tits through her tight wet cheerleader's top.

"Yeah, take it off, girl, take it off," he sniggered, as she unceremoniously peeled of her wet clothing. His cock was getting stiffer in anticipation, and he rubbed some of the soap onto his hands, making a wet lather. "You make my dick so strong, I'm gonna fuck you with it soon enough." He began lathering up his cock, stroking it with his fist, slick with the soap. "I'm gonna stick this hot fucking cock into your tight wet pussy and clean it out," he grinned.

But it was first time to clean off his body. Her weak reluctant strokes on his back did little more than make him angry. He tolerated only so much before his temper flared. "Is that how you clean a man's body? Fuck, you suck." She was kneeling, and he grabbed her ponytails and pulled them back, forcing open her mouth. "Your penalty is that you're going to lick and suck my soapy cock clean. Clean it with your mouth, you useless little bitch!" he said, forcing his cock into her open mouth.