Cheerleader Betrayed (Ella Pt. 3) -- (F/F: M/F: Rp)

[Night.Bane]

Alright, part three of five. In this installment, Ella goes to Jenny's house for a Saturday practice and ends up being used as a recruiting tool.


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Ella finds out her cheerleading duties are far from over...

CHEERLEADER BETRAYED (F/F: M/F: Rp)



AT THE END – Afternoon

The power of Florida’s early Fall sun was evident by the considerable warmth the pool water managed to hold; the feel of the water, lapping softly against her neck as she stooped in the shallow end, was quite nice. The languid movement of it relaxed and reassured her body, gently rocking it back and forth. Eyes closed, Ella allowed her arms to float at her sides. For just a moment, she could imagine she was the only person in the world, could escape the harsh recollection of what had just happened—ignore the fear of what lay ahead, the waves of humiliation that still crashed over her body. It was like a nightmare: you wake up, thinking that it’s finally over, that you can go get a tall glass of milk, a handful of cookies, and dismiss as so much bullshit the horrible dreams your subconscious mind just subjected you to—

And then reality comes crashing in. The hands, suddenly on her shoulders, large and demanding—they were real. The feel of his knees, bent slightly, as they slid behind her thighs—oh, those were real. The bulk of his chest pressing against her back, the length of his erect penis nestling between the cheeks of her ass—all undeniably real.

“Hey,” he whispered, “how’s it going?”

His voice, whispered inches from her ear… that was real, too.

Ella felt his hands move down her arms and underneath her buoyant breasts, squeezing them firmly under the water, mashing them together.

It was all very, very real…



CHAPTER 1 – Aftermath

It seemed impossible to think that she could overcome what had happened, the night in the closet or the lunch hour on the exam table—and yet she had, if not overcome, at least reached an uneasy truce with those ill-fated occurrences. These lurid events, seared forever in her mind, were forced into a dark, unused corner, safely away from conscious thought. There were two reasons for this: one, she threw herself into everything, all the way, staying so busy she just didn’t have a spare moment to waste thinking about something she could never change. Two, her dreams… that was a place she couldn’t escape, a place where no amount of busy-work or studying or running or anything else could serve to push away the intruding memories of what had transpired only a few short weeks ago. The nightmares… at least, once awake, the nightmares faded—and at least the nightmares kept the daytime ponderings at bay.

*

Ella’s life, such as it was, divided by the uneasy compact between conscious thoughtlessness and subconscious preoccupation, settled into a comfortably predictable routine. She continued her diligence with respect to her studies; started running four or five days a week; had cheerleading practice three days a week; and, of course, had football games every Friday night, where the Key Biscayne football madness encompassed her life for a few short hours.

Her studies were exemplary, as always. Nobody hit the books harder than Ella Sanders. Running was something she started the day after Dr. Tarsal came to the campus, it was a way she sought to escape, ever so briefly, into a world of pure physical exertion—and she loved it. In no time she was running 20 miles a week and had been for just over a month now. The mental impact was one thing—the physical impact was something else, her body had trimmed up very nicely in the last few weeks, adding some lean muscle and melting away pounds of stubborn baby fat around her waist.

The guys at Key Biscayne JC certainly agreed. She was no longer the slightly pudgy, big breasted cheerleader that everybody watched walk by, she was now the smokin’ hot nerd that never wore makeup and never dressed up—because she didn’t have to. And they didn’t just watch, they fucking STARED. Naturally, she was mostly oblivious to all the newfound attention.

As for cheerleading—that was quite the success story, as well. Ella was punctual, practical, and devoted. The cheerleading crew was the picture of efficiency: a well-oiled machine executing each drill and movement at both practice and games as though they were engineered for it. It seemed that the night of the first game had never happened, which was exactly the way Ella wanted it. She went out of her way to avoid social settings with Jenny or any of the other cheerleaders and instead focused on arriving at practice on time, flawlessly delivering all her cheers and routines, and leaving as quickly and quietly as possible. Even her new uniform had been a wonder, for it fit her perfectly. Still, there were a few catcalls at the games, but Ella did her best to ignore them. It seemed a few of the home fans wanted a repeat of the now legendary Topless Cheerleader show.

Of course, it was easy to cheer for a winner. Key Biscayne was now 7 – 0, a defensive juggernaut racking up impressive wins behind the play of blistering defensive pressure and the calm, collected decision making of star quarterback Stone Moore. Stone was a maniac, a one-man wrecking crew who single-handedly put defenses on their heels with his incredible speed and innate sense of where every defender would be on any given play.

Ella was relieved that Stone, Stu, and Ricky had seen fit to give her a wide berth since the events of the night following the first game. She was glad for the time it gave her to devote solely to school, running, and practice. She figured it must have all been ‘typical’ cheerleader initiation—albeit an initiation she very much disliked. She assumed all the cheerleaders had gone through it, so she sucked it up and managed to compartmentalize those events (along with the dreadful physical she had endured) in a distant corner of her brain, tucked away where she could try to let them just fade away...



Chapter 2 – Practice

Thursday afternoon was a normal practice day. Jenny Thompson stood before the other six members of the cheerleading squad, hands on her hips. Her face was very serious—almost as if someone had died. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and the blonde bombshell smiled.

“Ok, this is the bye week, so no game tomorrow night. We’re taking today off—” scattered small cheers could be heard for the extra downtime, “—and having practice at my house on Saturday morning, 10am sharp. As you all know it’ll take about an hour or so to go through all the routines, and then… barbecue! Daddy will be there, cooking everything up for us, so it should be lots of fun! Anybody have a problem with that?” Jenny asked, looking at Ella meaningfully.

None of the others objected. Ella considered it briefly; her natural inclination was to refuse, but if Jenny’s father would be there, she supposed it would be all right. Besides, it was an early-morning practice, and everything had gone fine for the last six weeks. She shook her head slightly and said, “No problem.”

“Excellent! See y’all there.”

As the girls dispersed, Jenny made a b-line to Ella. “Will you need a ride, Ella? I could come pick you up if you need a lift, or I’m sure you could hitch a ride with one of the others. I think Anna stays just off campus, she could probably hook you up.”

“I… well, yeah, I think so. I usually just hoof it around, or ride my bike, but your place is kind of out there—“

“Yeah, on the island, I know,” said Jenny, interrupting Ella briskly. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a ride to my house after classes are done tomorrow and you can stay over—“

“NO! I mean, uh, that’s ok, Jenny, I think I’ll see if I can hitch a ride with Anna.”

Jenny’s nostrils flared slightly. This girl had the impertinence to actually raise her voice at Jenny Thompson? Jenny breathed deeply, counted to ten. She had played her part, for fucking EVER, making sure Ella wasn’t too skittish to come over on Saturday for the practice and what would follow, but still, she could only take so much.

“Ok, ok, fine. I’ll talk to Anna, make sure y’all get there on time. Now, for the important question: what do you want off the grill on Saturday?” Jenny asked, grinning playfully. She did her best to continue playing the part of the dutiful cheerleader captain, at least until Saturday. After that, all bets were off.

“I think just a burger would be great…”

*

The clock was ticking down towards 10:00 am. Early October temperatures—Indian Summer was more like it—were still plenty high in south Florida, 84 degrees already with an expected high approaching 90. Accordingly, all the cheerleaders were clad in shorts and a tight t-shirt as they formed up in Jenny’s spacious backyard. Jenny noted Ella in particular—little blue shorts, a plain white American Eagle t-shirt that she filled very nicely, and little red New Balance cross trainers. Her nipples poked noticeably out of the shirt, perfectly centered on the large orbs that shifted to and fro underneath. It was quite a change for the usually mousy, unassuming girl Jenny saw on campus every day. Ella’s soft brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail—it had grown out all year and now hung almost three inches below her neckline, meaning she had to pull it back and put a band on it during physical exertion if she wanted to keep it out of her eyes. Jenny had to admit Ella was a striking presence now—which made things all the better.

“Great, we’re all here! Now let’s get started…”

Jenny was all business. She ran the crew through their paces, demanding the highest possible level of execution on each routine. Soon enough she had them sweating as they ran routine after routine, bounding back and forth, lunging, leaping, shaking, and belting their way through the whole cheerleading repertoire.

Jenny’s face flushed in sudden pride as she admired the results of all the hard work every single member had put in—including Ella. While Ella had definitely been the weakest link in the beginning (a link Jenny had only taken on after much convincing by Mr. Anderson), she had quickly advanced, moving past mere respectability to become one of the two or three best cheerleaders on the squad—at least, in terms of the game-day routines.

Naturally, there was a lot more to cheerleading than what transpired on the sidelines during the game, but Jenny begrudgingly admitted to herself that Ella had at least mastered that part of her role. Ella had been introduced to the other part of being a cheerleader on the night of the first game—not to mention the rumors Jenny had heard about the doctor visit on campus that had left a visibly shaken Ella wandering the halls the rest of the day—and was now ready for further indoctrination into the other role she was expected to fill.

Returning her attention to the task at hand, Jenny addressed the squad.

“Ok, before we all hurt our arms patting each other on the back and talking about how great we are, let’s do it all just one more time…”

Several of the girls groaned audibly, including Ella.

“Ready, and go…”

*

Finished, in varying stages of exhaustion, each of the cheerleaders was sweating profusely. Practice was finally over.

‘I hope I dressed ok,’ Ella thought, bent over, hands planted on her upper thighs. She had gone to pains to wear something she thought would put her ‘in’ with the other girls. She was tired of always looking different, kind of nerdy—ok, very nerdy; she recognized that part of being a cheerleader was being in the ‘in’ crowd, even if only superficially so. She should at least look the part, even if all she was interested in was showing up at practice and running through the games so she could get that block on her Junior College resume checked off. Looking down at her sweat-soaked clothing, she added, ‘Not that it matters when you sweat like a dog.’

Ella looked around at the others, noted with satisfaction that several of them were quite winded. She felt like she could go again. Running, that was the reason. Shaking her head slightly, she still couldn’t believe how easy running had turned out to be—and the resulting endurance, power, and stamina really helped on the field.

The combination of running and drilling at cheerleader practice had another effect—it toned her body in ways that made all the other girls jealous. She was practically chiseled, from head to toe, a classic beauty with the ‘big rack’ and flared hips so many of the fellas were just dying to get their hands on. Guys would stop when they saw her running on campus, turning their heads and dropping their jaws as she scampered by. Many of them wanted to ask her out, to at least say hi—but didn’t, did nothing in fact but watch her run out of sight and then return their attention to whatever it was they had been doing. For some, it was intimidation; it was her cheerleader status, her beauty that said ‘Don’t even try.’ For others, it was as simple as a single Stone Moore sentence: “Keep away from Ella Sanders.”

When Stone talks, people listen.

Elated by her performance, Ella couldn’t help smiling as the others broke up and headed over to the pair of picnic tables that were positioned by the swimming pool—

‘Eek,’ Ella thought, ‘the swimming pool!’ She hadn’t thought to bring a suit. All she had was a dainty old one-piece anyways, from a year ago, which meant she certainly couldn’t have fit into it even if she had remembered to bring it. She steeled herself to the offer she would surely get (and decline) to use one of Jenny’s suits. Everyone else quickly grabbed their bags and headed through the big sliding glass doors at the bottom deck of the house, lining up outside the changing room so they could don their suits.

All but Jenny.

“Ella, where’s your suit?” she asked, one eyebrow arched expectantly.

“Ah, well, I forgot it, Jen. It’s alright, I’ll just skip—“

“Ha! No way! You gotta change, babe, it’s a fuck—“ she caught herself, realized her father was manning the grill. She lowered her voice: “It’s a pool party, you’re gonna get wet and you need a bathing suit. Look, I have something you could wear. Your boobs are only a little bigger than mine, it will fit just fine, you’ll see,” Jenny coaxed, trying her best to ease Ella’s mind. “Besides, you’re sweaty as hell, we all are.”

It didn’t work.

“Really, it’s fine, I’m good, Jen.”

“Ok, suit yourself,” Jenny said stiffly, and quickly turned around. She purposely strolled up to her house and through the sliding door, slamming it shut behind her.

*

Ella sat at one of the picnic tables nursing a diet Coke as she watched Jenny’s father tend the grill. He was very efficient, stacking burgers, steaks, and chicken neatly on the top rack before they were done, timing it all so they would finish at just about the same time. He was focused on his work, which Ella admired.

‘It’s all about the details,’ Ella thought to herself. ‘Why, I bet—‘

Just then, an ice-cold bucket of water landed squarely on Ella’s back. She gasped and bolted upright, stepped sideways and turned around, searching for whoever had just doused her. She hunched up her shoulders, bowing her arms out in a pitiful attempt to escape the frigid water that drenched her back, her hair, and was now soaking even the front of her t-shirt, which was plastered to her like a second skin. The icy water hardened her nipples uncomfortably and sent goose bumps scurrying all across her arms and shoulders.

Anna blind-sided Ella, driving her shoulder into Ella’s ribs, pushing her towards the rapidly approaching pool. Anna moved like a linebacker, driving her feet into the soft grass. She had a mission: dunk the bitch.

Ella reached around, trying to find something on Anna she could get her hands around, but Anna was wearing only a slim bikini. Ella’s hands slid harmlessly off Anna’s tanned, oiled body.

“SSPPLLAASSHH!”

Anna and Ella fell wickedly into the water, arms entwined. There was a racket in the shallow end of the pool where they struggled mightily with each other, each trying to get some kind of leverage on the other. Finally, Ella managed to get Anna in a headlock, grunted with satisfaction as she pushed Anna’s head under the water a moment. After a few seconds, she let her back up. The others were roaring with laughter, even Mr. Thompson, who had looked away from his work at the grill long enough to admire the sleek physiques of his daughter’s cheerleading friends.

“What happened, Anna?” someone asked, chuckling.

“I guess you’ll be needing something to wear,” Mr. Thompson chimed in dryly, nodding Ella’s way. Shaking his head slightly he returned his attention to the sizzling grill.

Ella decided it was all in good fun, smiled and said, “Yeah, about that suit…”



Chapter 3 – Barbecue and Horseplay

In the spacious downstairs bathroom, Ella dropped the towel that was wrapped around her long body and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

‘Why don’t any of them talk to me?’ she wondered to herself, not for the first time. It was rare, the times like this, when she looked at her body and saw herself the same way everyone else did. True, she had very little time for guys, and certainly no time for any of the jocks (who seemed to be the only ones interested in her), but now none of the other guys even talked to her. Only Donny, who had approached her in the library that one day a few weeks back and asked how things were going, had made any attempt to talk. The next day he had a big shiner over his left eye. Before she could walk up and ask him what was wrong, he’d quickly gathered his things and practically run away, never even looking back. She hadn’t seen him since.

Shrugging, Ella thought, ‘I look good,’ as she admired the smooth, supple lines her body reflected in the full-length mirror. After careful consideration of her milky white skin, she resolved to get more sun next summer. Even nerds should be a little tanned in south Florida.

The small pink bikini lying on the counter grabbed her attention and her thoughts went back to the time, six weeks before, when she first put on the ill-fitting cheerleader’s outfit. She chuckled. “Yeah, what a winner that one turned out to be,” she whispered, shaking her head, “I hope this one is bigger.” She took hold of the pink bikini Jenny had given her to wear—and was surprised to find that it would probably fit okay. The cups up top seemed large and full, and the bottoms were of a regular cut that should cover most of her tush. She had been prepared to complain, to ask if Jenny had anything a little more conservative, but thought to herself that this suit actually looked like it would cover more of her body than any of the others’ suits. Anna’s was scandalous; you could actually see part of her areola poking out around her top! This one Jenny had given her almost looked tame in comparison.

Quickly Ella shrugged into the bikini, noting with some satisfaction that the bottoms fit as comfortably as they looked. The top, while a bit tight around her torso, also fit fairly well, mostly covering her ponderous breasts. She didn’t like the little snap in the back, it was hard for her to reach back and fasten, but that was a minor quibble. Both top and bottom were somewhat thin—her dark, pronounced nipples and wide, round areola were just barely visible beneath the semi-translucent pink material. Her ample bosoms, while fully covered, seemed intent on escaping confinement, jiggling and wobbling impressively against the thin cups. Mildly concerned, Ella grabbed her American Eagle t-shirt and pulled it on over the bikini. She was taking no chances.

‘There,’ she thought, ‘that should take care of that.’ Grabbing a towel she headed outside, hunger tickling her belly.

*

Mr. Thompson addressed the cheerleaders: “Ok ladies, I’ve got a one o’clock tee time, so I’m leaving all of this,” he motioned his hands in a wide open gesture, “for you. All I ask is you follow my two house rules. One, be careful. Two, don’t go anywhere if you, ah, indulge. Jennifer,” he said, turning his attention to his daughter, “there’s a reception with Judge Roberts after golf today, so I won’t be home until really late. Make sure these fine young ladies all follow my rules, ok dear?”

“Sure thing, Daddy! G’luck,” Jenny said, hugging her father. She stepped away and waved to him as he walked into the house, then returned her attention to the spread that lay on the picnic tables before them.

Steak, burgers, chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and chips were strewn out over both picnic tables. The cheerleader corps dug in, ravenous from their early morning practice.

‘This is an awful lot of food,’ Ella thought, taking a big bite out of a cheeseburger. She ate her food away quickly and efficiently, replenishing the fuel her body had burned during the prolonged morning drills

*

Before long they were all in the pool, talking about whatever came to mind, including the football team and how great it would be to go undefeated for the year. Naturally, some horseplay started, mostly light splashing. Ella was the only one wearing a t-shirt over her suit, but the others didn’t seem to notice.

Suddenly, Anna was behind Jenny; she leapt up, landing with the full force of her weight on Jenny’s shoulders. Jenny had no say in the matter as she went under the water’s surface, her hair streaming out around her shoulders. Submerged she turned and reached out to grab Anna, but only managed to knock her scandalous bikini sideways, freeing Anna’s twin C cups. The breasts were high and firm, marked by dark tan lines and tipped by tiny pale pink nipples. Anna leapt again, attempting a body slam of Jenny. It worked—both cheerleaders were now under the water where they stayed, grappling each other before coming back to the surface, laughing. Absently, Anna straightened her bikini top and bottoms, looking around for the next victim.

Ella backed up against the side of the pool, sliding over one of the jets. She felt it pulsing against her bottom as she spread her arms out and rested them on the cement sides of the pool. ‘She won’t get me,’ Ella thought. ‘I’ll—oohh!’

Ella’s body position had shifted slightly; the pulse of the jets went between her legs and curled around, swirling a small concentrated flow of water over and around her outer lips. She shivered—not cold—and felt an electric current flowing down her spine and deep between her thighs. The feeling was more than a little stimulating. She closed her eyes as she felt the hum begin, the little buzzing sensation beginning to tick away in her brain.

Ella knew what an orgasm was, the definition of it in a detached, clinical sort of way—but had never experienced one. The one time, with Stone, she was sure she could have, it felt really really REALLY good; but then things got out of hand, way out of hand, and went so terribly wrong…

While she wanted an orgasm, wanted to feel that terrible release, she couldn’t bring herself to masturbate—not even lying in her bed, completely alone. She wouldn’t allow her hands to drop down between her thighs and begin to do that to herself, she couldn’t… But this… well, this was different. She wasn’t actually playing with herself, was she? She wasn’t really doing anything; she was just leaning back, letting it all wash over her. Ella separated her legs ever so slightly, positioned her waist so the pressure of the jetting water played more openly across her sensitive outer lips. Gradually she spread her thighs further apart, focusing the fluidic pressure, feeling the flow of water run along the channel of her lips up and over her clitoris. Her eyes closed, head fell back.

“No,” she thought, not realizing she spoke the words aloud, “I’m just relaxing a bit. This is… this is fine...”

Casually (at least, she was trying to look casual) turning around, Ella grabbed the sides of the pool, her knuckles going white as she moved her body so that the jet was facing her clit directly. She paused there a moment, positioning herself so that the pressure was firm, insistent—direct.

Stars filled her vision; her breathing quickened. Ella felt a heavy sensation in her belly, felt beads of sweat slowly rolling down the sides of her face. She grunted softly, clenched her jaw. Closing her eyes, the only sound she heard was the steady hum of the pool pump and a single bird, chirping—

Suddenly she turned, red-faced, and saw the others staring back at her from across the pool. They all wore small smiles; several of them were chuckling softly. She counted: three, four, five… where…

There was a sudden splash behind her. Before Ella could turn, she felt hands grab her around the waist, pushing up under the t-shirt. They were moving over the bikini top, over her breasts, fingers searching for the nipples, tracing them and squeezing. It all happened so fast.

“Wanna play?” she heard Anna whisper, right into her ear. “Yeah, you wanna play.”

Anna trailed one of her hands down Ella’s waist, down to her bikini bottoms.

“Oh, you called it ‘just relaxing a bit,’ didn’t you?” Anna hissed, shifting her hand inside Ella’s bikini bottoms, her fingertip sliding down, searching for the little nubbin she was ready to experiment with.

“Did I—“ Ella stopped herself, tried to move. ‘Did I say that out loud?’ she wondered. She was desperate to escape Anna’s grasp. Her mind still reeled from the sensations that had flooded it only seconds before; she was unable to free herself. Anna’s fingertip found what it was looking for, began softly flicking against it.

Ella swung her head back and forth. Her pussy was suddenly on fire, a blistering sensation that threatened to explode, taking her—

Ella was able to get an arm under Anna’s and pry it from between her legs, stepping away quickly in the process. Ella headed towards the steps, ostentatiously pulling out and resetting her ponytail.

“Ha, Ella was too good for me!” Anna announced playfully, immediately setting her sights on Audrey and pouncing. She dunked her unceremoniously, backed away and slumped down in the water, following Ella with her eyes up and out of the pool.

Ella, towel in her hands, sat confused on one of the chaise lounges. She watched intently as Anna made the rounds, in turn trying to get her digs into everyone. Obviously, she was only dunking the others, not trying to…

Why had she done that? What was she up to?

“Jenny,” she heard, in a deep, throaty voice; Ella’s heart sank. A guy. John Boy. He was here, which probably meant—

“Hey John Boy! Stoney! The rest of the crew! Fucking swweeeetttt!” Jenny announced, running into John Boy’s arms.



Chapter 4 – Arrivals

“Ella,” Stone said, a knowing smile on his face as he nodded her way.

They were all here: John Boy, Stone, Ricky, Stu—and two guys she had never seen before.

“These must be the new recruits,” Jenny commented as she walked over to them. “Hi, I’m Jenny Thompson, cheerleader captain, and here’s the rest of the squad. Anna, Maggie, Audrey…”

Terror lit through every atom of Ella’s being. This couldn’t be happening, not again. ‘It’s daylight,’ she thought, trying to get control over her raging emotions. ‘We’re outside, it’s the pool, everything’s fine.’

“—and Ella, of course.”

The two young men walked over to Ella.

“Hey, I’m Dave,” the smaller boy said, crouching and extending his hand. “I’m a senior over at Sarasota High School. Looks like my ACT isn’t gonna get me into a big school right away, so I’m thinking about Key Biscayne JC. I heard they need some DBs. Watcha think?” he asked, his eyes devouring the sight of Ella’s body beneath the clingy white t-shirt. He may have been the ‘smaller boy’ but he was still tall, 6 feet, and 180 pounds. His eyes drifted down, devouring her body.

“It’s… a good… school…” Ella muttered, taking and shaking his hand meekly.

Dave nodded, eyes fixated on the nipples so prominently displayed under the soaked t-shirt. He licked his lips.

“Roscoe,” the big guy said, stepping in front of Dave. He was positively huge, 6 foot 8 inches of muscle—with practically no brains. He was the most dominant defensive tackle anybody had ever seen, but only half as smart as a box of rocks. “Daddy says Roscoe hafta go to little school, to KB JC, and den he can go ta big school.” He nodded down at Ella. Her eyes were downcast; she practically ignored him.

“Hey, Roscoe talkin’ to you,” he said, placing his hand on Ella’s head. He twisted it back until he could look into her eyes.

Ella looked up at Roscoe apprehensively. She managed a weak smile. “Hi,” she whispered, lips barely moving. Roscoe continued his steady gaze down into Ella’s brilliant sea green eyes, waiting for her to turn away. Of course she would; they all did. None of them could hold his look. Nobody could stare down Roscoe, not his brother, his teacher, opposing football players, and certainly not any of the females he fixed with his predatory glare. A crooked grin spread across Roscoe’s face.

Stone stared at Ella with a deep sense of inevitability. She was like a small doe in a field full of ripe young stags. This day would guarantee Key Biscayne two solid recruits—and Jenny’s father would be very grateful, the Alumni Association was looking forward to continued success and counted on the current players to be proactive in bringing in the kind of replacements needed to make that happen. All of the ‘jobs’ and ‘perks’ were payment; a quid pro quo for delivering wins and recruits.

“Ok, let’s eat up, fellas,” Stone said. The others quickly followed suit, devouring food at an astonishing rate. Somehow, a cooler full of beer turned up and started to flow, tongues got loose, and the shit-talking began.

*

Everyone was drinking: beer mostly, a few mixers, a little Jager, and wine-coolers for the less adventurous. The backyard was abuzz with the sounds of bragging, giggling, laughing at an obscene joke about a blonde, her doctor, and her mechanic…

Ella stood, tried to discretely slip away to the house.

Strong hands closed around her arms, lifted her effortlessly overhead.

“Geronimo!” Roscoe yelled, his voice booming as he leapt into the pool. Ella looked like nothing more than a giant Barbie doll in his corded arms. The two of them disappeared with a terrific splash into the water. Roscoe was the first to gather his footing. He took Ella in a bear hug, wrapping his arms around her back, squeezing her firmly into his chest.

‘Big titties,’ he thought. ‘Damn these feel good.’

“Why the t-shirt?” he asked, looking down into Ella’s eyes. Always, the eyes; always, looking down.

Establishing dominance.

“I… well…” Ella tried to answer, twisting her head around. Nobody seemed to be paying them any attention; they were all busy talking and drinking.

All except Stone—looking at her, he lifted his beer, nodding his head her way. “She’s a wild one, Roscoe,” Stone said, taking a big swig of Budweiser. “But she’ll take care of you.” He laughed and turned his attention to Dave, who was sitting across from him, his back to the pool. Stone said something to Dave and they both laughed.



Chapter 5 – Roscoe Begins

“This gots ta go,” Roscoe said, roughly pulling the shirt over Ella’s head. She had no choice but to lift her arms, afraid they would be ripped them her sockets if she didn’t get them up over her head fast enough. After he removed the t-shirt she dropped them back down quickly, covering her breasts under the now-sheer bikini top. She tried to back away from him, ran out of room when the small of her back hit the side of the pool. He advanced on her, fording the water easily with long strides of his thick legs.

Ella looked him up and down, noted the farmer’s tan that colored his arms darkly while leaving his hairy chest a much lighter color. Roscoe possessed a long face punctuated by a stubby goatee on his chin, with sideburns that extended down to the jaw-line. Dark, hungry eyes loomed under a heavy brow that was furrowed in concentration.

“I like you,” he whispered, reaching his hands out and around Ella’s upper arms. He dropped down into the water until it was at neck level, putting him eye to eye with Ella. “I said I like you.” His statement demanded an answer.

“I… uh…” Flustered, Ella couldn’t articulate a response. She gulped, intimidated by Roscoe’s sheer size. She had never seen anybody this big before.

Roscoe grinned again, the same crooked grin as before. Bringing his hands up, he placed them on Ella’s breasts, squeezed. The sight of them pushed together, the massive cleavage under the little pink bikini, was spectacular. He slid his fingers up, dipped the fingertips down into the bikini top, started easing it down.

“No, please,” Ella whispered, still looking down. She watched the thin material roll down the swell of her breasts, wanted to bring her arms up, wanted to stop him, wanted to do something, anything—

“Please what?” Roscoe answered blandly as he continued the downward pull until half the areolas were exposed.

“Damn, you got big ol’ dark nipples,” Roscoe said, his voice surging. “Roscoe likes that, ain’t never seen none this big before.”

He pulled the bikini top all the way down, tucked it under the balloon-shaped breasts. They floated right in his face, the nipples teasing the surface, surrounded by wide areolas. He looked up, found Ella’s shocking green eyes, and stabbed them with his own.

“I like you,” he said again, lifting Ella until her upper body cleared the water. He leaned in, flicked his tongue against her hardening nipple. Roscoe let her down then, reached over and grabbed both nipples between his thumb and forefingers, pinching them softly. He rolled the nipples around, felt his cock begin to stir. He slid in closer, wrapped his arms around and down, grabbing Ella’s ass. He pulled her to him quickly, noticed that she had her legs locked tightly together.

“Hey, open them legs,” he matter-of-factly commanded. When Ella failed to comply, Roscoe let go of her ass, dropped his hands behind her thighs and took a firm hold. He parted them smoothly, overcoming any resistance even her runners-legs thought to provide. He was just too strong.

Sliding up between the V of her now separated thighs, Roscoe moved his hands back down, this time inside her bikini bottoms, again taking Ella’s supple cheeks in his hands. He enjoyed the feel of his palms and fingers smoothly sliding her bikini bottoms over her rounded ass. He gripped the cheeks with his fingers, pulled her closer to him, felt his manhood press snugly against her pelvis.

When Roscoe lifted Ella out of the water, images and thoughts of the night after the first game forced their way into her consciousness … Memories of everything that had happened came rushing back: Ricky straddling her chest and spewing his load all over her; Stu towering over her as he put his filthy thing inside her mouth, the flood of sperm he unleashed in her throat; Stone, especially Stone, the triumphant look as he mounted her, as if there were no question about what his place—and hers—was and would be. She remembered the exam by Dr. Tarsal, too, how she had just… taken it. She couldn’t escape the momentum of it all, the finality. It was like she was an observer, hovering over her body as these things happened to her.

As this next thing seemed certain to happen.

She felt a lump in her throat, fought back the tears that threatened to take her over. ‘I can still stop him,’ she thought. A surge of rebellion coursed through her. ‘I just have to—‘

Then she felt it, the length of his long cock settle against her. It was larger than anything she had ever experienced, bigger than of the other guys had been. It felt almost like her forearm, lengthy and thick. ‘No way,’ she thought. ‘That can’t be a penis.’

Panicking, she raised her arms, put her hands against Roscoe’s chest and tried to push him away.

“You like me too?” he asked, mistaking her movements. He thought she was touching him, responding.

Ella shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “No…”

Roscoe pulled her closer, began to grind against her. Sliding his thumbs into Ella’s bottoms, he started slipping them down with his long arms. Ella jerked her hands down, trying to stop him. Roscoe leaned into her, pinning her against the side of the pool.

“Hey,” he said, raising his voice, “I said I like you.” He shoved downward, moving the bikini bottoms past her knees. Lifting his foot he hooked them with his toe, pushed them all the way down. Just as quickly, he shucked off his own trunks, freeing his substantial meat.

His long tool moved back and forth in the water like a cobra, poised to strike. Grabbing Ella’s waist, he pulled her to him again, felt his cock press against her trimmed bush, up against her soft belly.

Twisting her head, Ella looked around, desperate for an intervention.

Nobody else was outside; she and Roscoe were all alone.

Roscoe looked around too, nodded.

“They knew we was gonna need some privacy,” he commented. Roughly he pulled Ella in close, tried to kiss her. Ella turned her head away. Roscoe turned, still holding Ella tightly against him, and headed for the steps in the shallow end of the pool…

*

From the upstairs bedroom, Stone looked down at the pool, beer in hand. Anna saw the big shit-eating grin on his face and matched it with one of her own.

“Looks like she’s caught on,” Stone commented, turning his attention from the scene outside to Anna. Anna nodded agreement. “We’ll give our boy Roscoe plenty of time, let him finish up. After he’s done, we’ll let Dave slip out there. Now, get your ass over here.”

Anna slinked out of her bikini, commanding all of Stone’s attention with the sway of her rounded hips, the smooth lines of her abs, the up-thrust breasts jutting rudely from her chest.

“Yeah baby,” Stone whispered, smiling around another chug of beer.

*

From the kitchen window, Jenny could barely contain herself, transfixed by the scene playing out before her eyes. ‘This is like King Kong,’ she thought to herself. ‘This dude is fucking huge.’

She looked to the den, where the rest of the crew (minus Stoney and Anna, she noted) were sharing stories about the road, the playoffs, the virtually non-stop partying…

Jenny took one last look outside, nodding with satisfaction. ‘Fuck yeah, bitch. He’s got something for you, time to learn your place.’

Quickly, Jenny snatched another beer from the fridge and headed back to the den, planting herself by John Boy.

“Did you hear the one about the Topless Cheerleader?” she asked, looking squarely at Dave. Everybody roared as she started to tell the tale…



Chapter 6 – Roscoe Finishes

“Roscoe, please… I’m… I’m not…”

Ella was propped backwards on the steps, which dug mercilessly into her back.

“What the fuck? Stone said you were gonna play ball,” Roscoe said, his voice getting progressively louder. “PLAY BALL, BITCH! FUCK!” He practically shouted the last.

Ella twisted uncomfortably; Roscoe grabbed her ankles, pulled her to him quickly. Placing one hand under her back, he guided his dick with the other, moved it between her thighs and up, rooting around…

“I… don’t…” Ella pleaded. Waves of hot shame washed over her body. She felt her chest tense up, felt the humiliation deepen.

‘Just keep going for it,’ Stone had told Roscoe on the drive over. The words still reverberated in Roscoe’s tiny little brain. ‘She’ll make you work for it but believe me, she wants it bro, she’s all about that shit. So don’t give up. Just tell her, “Here it comes, bitch” ‘cause she eats that shit up.’ Stone had grinned like a madman the whole time. ‘She’s a sure thing, bro, you just gotta deliver.’

Roscoe repeated the words: “Here it comes, bitch. Damn I like them titties, so fuckin’ big.”

Roscoe found the opening, pressed in. The dark crimson head of his cock disappeared between Ella’s outer lips.

A tear gathered in the corner of Ella’s eye, started to run down her cheek.

Roscoe exhaled forcefully in her face, the stale smell of burgers and beer overpowering her senses.

“Yeah, we like that shit,” Roscoe said. “Take it bitch.” He jerked his hips, buried a third of his length inside Ella’s tight, warm fuckhole.

“Fuck me, this shit is tight.”

Grunting, Roscoe lunged again. He was a little over halfway in.

Ella’s pussy was on fire. It had never accommodated anything this big around—it was definitely like a forearm, an invader fighting tooth and nail for every inch. Ella raised her arms reflexively, grabbed Roscoe’s shoulders. It was better than laying back against the harsh steps.

Roscoe stood, hoisted his massive frame out of the three-foot shallows, lifting Ella effortlessly out of the water at the same time. Even Roscoe was smart enough to know it would be easier to get it all inside without the nearly weightless water working against him. Holding her ass securely in both hands, he lowered her while simultaneously thrusting upwards with his hips. A few strokes later, he was penetrating her almost completely.

“Fucking tight,” he whispered again. “Can you takes it all?” he asked, glaring down. He pumped again, felt it all slam home. The head of his cock jammed up against her cervix. Slowly Roscoe eased back down into the water, enjoying the feel of her constricted cuntal walls against his inflated cock.

Ella’s Kegels kept squeezing, trying hopelessly to expel the force so rudely imbedded in the depths of her womanhood.

Roscoe grinned like a fool, unable to believe he was planting one deep in this fine piece of ass. ‘Roscoe come ta school here,’ he thought. ‘Roscoe like this place.’

Ella felt her chest pressed firmly against his upper body, her hard nipples mashed against his unyielding muscularity. She was bouncing now, slowly, easily, the water lapping against her chest, as he moved her body where he wanted it. She felt the length of him sliding back and forth, about a third of the way out, then back in.

Roscoe tilted Ella back, looking down at her immense breasts floating magnificently in the water.

“Big fuckin’ tits, tight fuckin’ snatch,” he breathed, increasing the depth of his motions. “You was built for fuckin’.” The grin had disappeared, replaced by a look of fierce concentration. Now he was pulling his cock almost all the way out, then slamming it all back in, penetrating her in long full strokes. He laid her back against the steps, reaching his hands down so he could grab her breasts.

It was all Ella could do to support her weight with her arms, to keep from being crushed on the steps. Powerless to do anything else, she bit her lip, a keen look of frustration plainly visible. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side.

“Love them titties—hey, look at me,” he said.

Ella continued looking away.

Roscoe shifted his arms, took Ella’s face between his hands. “LOOK AT ME,” he said, turning her face towards his.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes, looked up. Ella saw a look of comprehension on Roscoe’s face she hadn’t seen on the giant before, an understanding. Then it dawned on her—recognition spread over her face as well, accompanied by a heavy feeling that took root in her stomach. She felt it, the impertinence—she was nothing, a sheath. A tool.

A receptacle.

Impaled on his long, fat cock, she wasn’t going anywhere except back and forth, back and forth, riding it involuntarily.

“Fat tits,” Roscoe whispered thickly, grabbing the areolas and nipples firmly between his fingers. “Big ol’ nipples, fuck yeah.” He continued moving, back and forth, a few minutes more. He let go of the tortured nipples, slapped the sides of her breasts with his hands, watching them bounce from side to side.

Suddenly Roscoe grabbed her shoulders, anchoring himself. His pace quickened; he started pumping furiously.

Ella had never felt so… full. The only thing in her consciousness was Roscoe’s enormous cock, permeating everything she heard, everything she saw, everything she felt. She couldn’t accept the extent of it, the girth, the way it was just… it was inescapably, unavoidably THERE. Tears welled, began flowing down her cheeks; a sob caught in her throat.

“Here it comes, bitch,” he said, and did it ever. Ella felt the load of spunk hit her cervix, the hot seed filling her completely. Roscoe kept pumping, gradually slowing his pace. He pulled her all the way down and stopped, twitching his cock in her inner depths.

“That’s how Roscoe likes it, you done real good.” He patted her on the head, chuckling.

Spent, Roscoe lifted Ella off his slowly deflating cock and backed away, watching her slump down on the pool steps.

“Here,” he said, handing over her bikini bottoms, “I think they comin’ back down soon, might wanna cover up.”

Pulling his own swimming trunks back on, Roscoe walked up the steps and out of the pool, strode over to one of the picnic tables and pulled a beer from the cooler. He popped the tab, leaned back and took a big gulp, followed by another. He drank the whole beer in four gulps, then reached down to the cooler and took out another.

“Roscoe like beer,” he said, looking at Ella. He walked up to the house, opened the sliding door and walked in, nodding appreciatively all the way…


Chapter 7 – Dave Begins

Left alone, bikini back in place, Ella drifted out into the water and leaned back, eyes closed. She felt the sun beat down on her, its rays warming her body. The feel of the water, lapping softly against her neck, was quite nice. The languid movement of it relaxed and reassured her, gently rocking back and forth. Ella allowed her arms to float at her sides, her mind adrift in a sea of free association. For just a moment, she could imagine she was the only person in the world, could escape the harsh recollection of what had just happened—ignore the fear of what lay ahead, the waves of humiliation that still crashed over her body. It was like a nightmare: afterwards you wake up, thinking that it’s finally over, that you can go get a tall glass of milk, a handful of cookies, and dismiss as so much bullshit the horrible dreams your subconscious mind just subjected you to—

And then reality hits. The hands, suddenly on her shoulders, large and demanding—they were real. The feel of his knees, bent slightly, as they slid against the back of her thighs—oh, those were real. The bulk of his chest pressing against her back, the length of his erect penis nestling between the cheeks of her ass—that was absolutely real.

“Hey,” he whispered, “how’s it going?”

His voice was real, too.

Ella felt his hands move down her arms, underneath her buoyant breasts, squeezing them firmly under the water. She felt the cleavage form, push up beyond the surface of the water, felt his eyes staring holes through the thin material of her bikini at the dark, jutting nipples.

It was all very, very real…




Remember: It’s only fantasy.

[AWDracer]

Sorry for the late reply. Please keep going lol.

[Night.Bane]

[asianpope]

A little long, but great story

[ARLEAK]

Excellent story, can't wait to read the first two.

[mrnemo]

excellent, long but good

[Uncle Al]

Oh yeah! It catch me on.

Where you could post the rest?

[cemetery]

its amazing, i love it, thanks and i hope you'll go on with that!

[asdfghjkl]

That was amazing. Please continue.

[instinct]

Amazing story!!

[freepronman]

Very nicely written, thanks!

[The Molester]

Its like a rape soap opera!