Ashleigh's Game Day

Part 2 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance.

Part 1: Ashleigh's Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice.

Part 3: Ashleigh's Research Project. Ashleigh has waited until the last day to finish her research project.

Part 4: Ashleigh's Winter Ball. Ashleigh goes to her sorority semiformal.

Part 5: Ashleigh's Christmas Break. Ashleigh goes home for Christmas.

Part 6: Ashleigh's Spring Break. Ashleigh goes to Cancun for spring break.

Part 7: Ashleigh's Summer Internship. Ashleigh gets a pretigious summer internship.

Part 8: Ashleigh Plays I've Never. Ashleigh plays a game with her sorority sisters and recounts her sexual past.

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Chapter 1

Ashleigh Holton woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. Not only had the sky cleared up, but it was Saturday, and Saturdays were college football game days. That meant a fresh set of dicks that needed to be fucked. She was just a freshman, but she took her responsibilities seriously. Her attitude was noticed not just by the captains, but by all the other cheerleaders as well, and she was well on her way to being a sophomore cheer captain.

This morning, the first order of business was a nice, hot shower to wash off all of the previous day's filth. She made sure to wash all the cum out of her pussy and from the inside of her thighs, and after feeling something a bit weird, checked her ass as well. She discovered that the condom the limo driver used the night before had slipped off at some point, remaining in her ass and probably spilling all of its contents sometime during the night. Fuck.

Ashleigh blew-dry her shoulder length blonde hair, put on some light makeup, and then threw on a tight-fitted shirt and shorts for breakfast. She practiced grinding her hips in the mirror a little (their signature move) and bounced downstairs for the pre-game routine. Since most of the cheerleading squad were Kappas and over half of the Kappas were cheerleaders, all the cheerleaders gathered at the Kappa house for their little traditions, starting with egg white omelets and chicken apple sausage for breakfast. Plus cum, but that was later.

Towards the end of breakfast, the football team started showing up for the second part of the tradition - the pregame blowjobs. It just wasn't right sending a bunch of distracted guys into battle, and while most of the guys would have gotten laid during their Friday night parties, it was easier to just get everyone off again instead of trying to get people to admit they hadn't gotten any.

Jason greeted Ashleigh with a big kiss and accepted her explanation of having left her phone in the school (which, she realized, was going to be somewhat of a problem since she had a research paper due for psychology on Monday). Eventually she led him upstairs to her room and sexiled her roommate so they could have a little privacy. Jason kept trying to get Ashleigh to fuck, but the rules were clear - cheerleaders had to stay horny to be at their best, football players had to have their cocks drained to stay focused.

Jason lay back on her bed and let his cock spring to attention. Ashleigh knelt between his legs and gently bobbed her head lightly up and down his shaft, grabbing the base hard like she knew he liked it. Every few strokes, she paused to lick his dick all the way from the base to the tip. Savoring its familiar taste, she gradually worked it harder and harder. Within minutes, he was begging her to let him cum on her face, but Ashleigh didn't want to have to do her makeup again. Eventually, he pumped her mouth full of jizz, which she sucked down like a pro.

When they finished, it was just about three hours to game time, so Jason left to suit up and warm up. As soon as Jason went down the stairs, Andrea, the cheer captain, ran over to Ashleigh, a little panicked.

"Ash, I need a huge favor." She barely paused before continuing, "Crystal and Katrina still aren't home and I'm already doing both Dereks and Damian. I need you to go downstairs and see if Moji or Ryan are still waiting around. And for fuck's sake, keep your fucking mouth shut about last night - Jacquie already mentioned the club so they're already suspicious. Got it? Okay, thanks." Andrea didn't wait for a response, but she didn't need to, as that was basically as clear an order as someone could give.

Ashleigh ran downstairs hoping that the living room would be empty, and that someone else had serviced Crystal's idiot boyfriend Moji or Katrina's asshole boyfriend Ryan, but unfortunately they were both still waiting around. "Where the fuck is Crystal?" demanded Moji, "She's not even answering her texts." Ryan was a little more blunt. "You bitches need to stop sneaking around and shit. We know you went out last night without us."

"You sound tense," Ashleigh laughed. "How about a blowjob?"

Ashleigh didn't wait for a response, and pulled Ryan to his feet. Unbuckling his pants with one smooth, practiced motion, Ashleigh freed his dick and slurped it into her mouth. Her pink lipstick smeared down the shaft of his cock as she allowed his cock to slide all the way into her mouth. Ryan's hands grabbed a handful of hair each and began fucking her hard, while Ashleigh's eyes teared up from the cock tip pressing against her throat.

His dick was long but rather thin, making it a little difficult to suck properly. Ashleigh's hand wrapped easily around the shaft. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck you bitches!" yelled Ryan as he punished her. Ashleigh's hands, first hard at work on his balls and shaft, moved from his groin to his hips, pushing herself in a vain attempt to keep him from choking her. Ryan, in turn, fucked her mouth even harder, slapping her face several times when her teeth dragged on his shaft. Eventually, he pulled her head down with all his might as he pumped her mouth full of his cum. Streams of jizz filled Ashleigh's throat, and she swallowed it furiously to keep her airway open. And just as suddenly as he had started, Ryan finished, pushing Ashleigh roughly to the ground and storming off.

Moji didn't waste any time. With Ashleigh on her back, he straddled her chest and guided his dick between her lips. Ashleigh had less ability to push back at him, but his angle prevented him from pushing as deeply as Ryan did, so she was fine with the arrangement. Moji started off more conservatively, slowly pumping in and out and only as far as Ashleigh allowed. He cradled her head under one arm, helping her slide her mouth up and down his cock.

Moji's cock was the opposite of Ryan's - stout, dark, and almost hot to the touch. A purple vein throbbed each time Ashleigh's lips ran over his head, and Ashleigh gently swirled her tongue to wipe all the salty pre-cum off of his pricktip. Ashleigh's arms were pinned to her sides beneath him, so she stroked the back of his naked thighs and dragged her fingers lightly across his asshole. "Yeah, baby," Moji muttered. Ashleigh kept slurping away at his dick, her head supported by his arm.

"Look up at me, baby, look into my eyes while I cum." Ashleigh looked up at Moji with her brown eyes, staring intently into Moji's dark, Fijian eyes. She could tell he was mad, too, but in a far more controlled manner. Or was it a far more devious manner? As soon as Ashleigh took her eyes off his dick, he pulled it out of her mouth, shooting a jet of cum right into her right eye. Ashleigh involuntarily jerked her head backward, but his arm held her tightly in place as he tried to guide a second jet into her left eye before she could close it. Ashleigh's arms flailed ineffectively against Moji's back and back thighs as he continued to pump his load all over her face. Cheeks, ear, hair - nothing was spared.

Moji laughed as he released Ashleigh from his grasp. "Tell that bitch Crystal that she owes you one," he smirked. To rub it in, he covered one eye with his hand and sneered, "Arr! Shiver me timbers!"

Ashleigh cursed under her breath. He was goddamn right that Crystal and Katrina both owed her a huge fucking favor.

Chapter 2

Ashleigh was late to warmups because she had to shower again and redo her makeup. Quickly changing into her blue and gold cheerleading outfit, she sprinted out to the practice field to stretch with the rest of the team. Andrea noticed her arriving late but didn't say anything because she knew why. Besides, today was Ashleigh's head ref duty debut, and she didn't want Ashleigh to screw things up.

One of the quirks - or privileges - of college football is that the referees were screened with far less scrutiny than pro. As a result, the referees were far more open to "encouragement" to make close calls in favor of one particular team. This was pretty common knowledge among the cheerleading squads, but it was really the Kappa-led State cheerleaders who took it to the next level. They had contacts with over 40% of the referees in the system, and had fucking and sucking schedules to keep them firmly in line. The head referee always got VIP treatment, and Andrea bent over backwards to make sure they were happy - in one case, literally. Today's ref, Seymour, had specifically put in a request for Ashleigh when he first saw her ten weeks ago. It took Andrea a lot of nerve to let a freshman in on their big secret, but she had grown to count on Ashleigh to be able to do such things.

Ashleigh danced and grinded throughout the first half, excited by the fans who were far more interested in slutty cheerleaders than the actual game. Attendance at State games was easily double their rivals, with the center sections (where the cheerleaders usually danced) sold out consistently. Guys with cameras unabashedly snapped upskirt photos every time they kicked upward, and Ashleigh was turned on by the fact that more cameras were aimed at her crotch than anyone else's.

At halftime, Ashleigh beelined for the locker room. It was actually the most private place on campus, with only the cheerleaders and coaches given the combination code to open the door. Seymour was waiting impatiently outisde the door with his hand in his pants. "Oh, God ..." he stammered. Ashleigh smiled at curtseyed for him, and let him into the locker room. She walked a few steps in front of him even though he had been through this many more times than she had. She intentionally exaggerated her swaying so her pleats swung back and forth invitingly. If only they gave out scholarships for cock teasing!

"Let's do it in the bathroom," Seymour suggested. Ashleigh wasn't happy, but not a trace of her disgust was shown on her face as she licked her lips and whispered, "Daddy wants to fuck me on the toilet?" She watched Seymour swallow hard and knew she'd easily get him off in the requisite 15 minutes.

Seymour walked down the line to the last stall and sat down on the toilet, his dick sticking obscenely into the air. Ashleigh saw a huge blob of precum oozing out of his piss slit, and casually bent over to lick it off. Then she slowly peeled the sweater over her head, leaving just her cheerleading vest on, and pulled her panties down to the floor, stepping out of them. Ashleigh straddled him standing up, squatting down just enough to touch his pricktip to her pussy. She reached down and teased him by gently tickling his cockhead with her cunt lips, and then more boldly rubbed his dick against her clit directly. Her juices mixed with his to make a pungent, slippery mixture.

Ashleigh sat down on his lap and pressed forward with her vagina, pinning his dick between her cunt and his stomach. Slowly, she dragged her moist pussy across the underside of his throbbing dick, until his prick tip was lodged against her clit. Then she slowly sat back down, lubricating the entire underside with her slick juices. After a few repetitions, his dick was rock hard and dripping wet. A few drops of her pussy juice ran down his balls and plonked into the toilet.

Ashleigh lifted herself off of him again, and reached down to guide his dick to rub her clit. Jolts of electricity ran through her body as her pussy gushed with excitement. Finally, when she couldn't stand it any more, Ashleigh let her weight drive his dick into her, just an inch or so at first, but eventually sinking all the way down. Seymour thought he was going to have a heart attack as this 18-year-old slut bounced up and down on his cock. Just ten years ago after his wife left him, he thought he might never get fucked again, and now he was fucking teenage sluts on a weekly basis. Becoming a ref was one of the best decisions he ever made.

The sloshing of raw fucking echoed through the bathroom and entire locker room as their genitals locked and unlocked with gaining speed. Ashleigh managed to ignore the smell of piss and shit for long enough to enjoy herself. While she knew him blowing a load into her was paramount, she slowed down just enough so that she could catch up to him. Unfortunately, Seymour had too far of a head start. He placed a hand on each of Ashleigh's thighs and thurst upward urgently, and Ashleigh lifted up the front of her pleated skirt to let him watch his spasming dick pump his jizz into her.

Ashleigh reached down to manually coax the last bit of semen out of his softening dick, resting her sweaty ass on his legs. "Oh my god," blurted Seymour, "That was heavenly." Ashleigh let his dick slowly withdraw as it shrank. After all, they had another 7 or 8 minutes before anyone would notice ...

Chapter 3

A door slammed open as a troop of Wildcats burst into the locker room. Being the visiting team, it was only natural that they got lost on their way back to the field, but deciding to cut through the home team's women's locker room was definitely unnatural. Their loud yells echoed through the mostly empty locker room, as well as their various suggestions on what to do with their opportunity - "Let's drop a massive shit in the sink!" gathering a round of approval.

Ashleigh had been around enough college guys to understand Big Talk when she heard it, and all she and Seymour really needed to do was wait quietly for about 30 seconds until they had passed through. Seymour, unfortunately, reacted with complete and utter panic, standing up and dumping Ashleigh onto the ground in front of him. During the struggle, he propped himself up on the handle of the toilet, and the loud flush alerted the previously unaware Wildcats to someone in the bathroom. They piled in, seven or eight of them, to catch a glimpse of a pretty State cheerleader. What they saw was even more eye-dropping.

As some of them looked under the stall to verify the leader's claims that there were, indeed, two people in the stall, a few others worked the stall door from the outside, unlocking it for Ashleigh's shame to be fully revealed. Pretty blonde Ashleigh, panties on the ground, with a half-naked ref. The Wildcats were outraged and speechless. Ashleigh tried to push her way past them, but they easily blocked her path, shoving her back into the stall. Finally, the leader spoke.

"Get the fuck out of here, ref." Seymour zipped up and wordlessly scurried out of the stall.

"Now turn around and bend over, cunt. You ain't done fucking yet." The leader of the pack slipped into the stall and roughly pushed Ashleigh against the wall, straddling the toilet. He freed his dick and pressed it up against her sloppy pussy, lubricating it with her leftover juices. He ground his pelvis against her ass, making sure his dick was nice and wet before growling in her ear, "Now you're gonna get it, bitch."

Ashleigh closed her eyes as he pushed into her, deeper and deeper with each stroke. His primal grunting noises echoed in the crowded stall, and Ashleigh's body betrayed the fact that she just loved the sound of fucking. Her lover pushed his entire dick into her with each stroke, pulling it out to the tip before slamming it in. He took a break every minute or so to give an update to his teammates waiting for their turn - "This bitch is WET!" or "God DAMN this is some nice pussy!" and eventually, "I think the slut's actually coming!"

The last one was pretty much true. Ashleigh allowed a small orgasm to pass hoping that he wouldn't notice, but the contractions gave it away. Her face flush with excitement, fear, pleasure, and humiliation, Ashleigh tried to imagine she were getting fucked by someone else. Jason ... Bryan ... Edward Cullen ... anyone else but State University's archrival football squad.

Soon, the team captain was coming, and as a favor to his teammates, he pulled out and shot his load all over Ashleigh's cheerleading skirt. Jets of creamy semen splashed all over the blue and gold pleats, slowly sinking in and forming dark patches all over. The captain grabbed a corner of her skirt that wasn't stained yet and wiped off his dick. Then, he high-fived his way out of the stall and back out onto the field.

The next guy basically did Ashleigh the same way, wanting to cum as quickly as possible to get back to the game. He was the two-pump chump type anyway, and even before Ashleigh could really settle into a rhythm he pulled out and deposited another load onto the backs of Ashleigh's skirt and vest.

The third guy turned Ashleigh around and pinned her against the wall, and then fucked her missionary-style standing up, all the while repeatedly calling her a cunt to her face. Ashleigh turned her head and gritted her teeth as the sweaty jock pounded into her, and prayed it would be over soon. It thankfully was - and he came inside of her as he yelled, "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!" He made her suck him off to clean his dick off.

By this time, the second half had already started, and the remaining players were visibly anxious to return to the game. Most of them had pulled out their dicks and started stroking them already to get a head start, and the fourth guy just walked up to Ashleigh, still on her knees, and exploded onto her face. Large jets of sperm arced through the air and landed on Ashleigh's hair and cheek before she could get her mouth over his dick to control the jizz.

The fifth guy wanted Ashleigh bent over the toilet, but after a few strokes was disgusted by the sloshing of his teammates' cum in her sloppy pussy and made her suck him off. Ashleigh considered giving him a really bad blowjob to try and get the others to leave, but she realized there was only one guy left after this one, so she gave it her all and swallowed every last drop of his cum.

The last guy was by far the nicest to Ashleigh, even though he wanted to put it in her ass. He knew he wasn't going to get very far without lube, so he just popped the head of his cock in, and then jerked himself off into her ass. Ashleigh was so relieved that she even reached underneath and played with his balls until he came.

After it was all over, Ashleigh looked around at the stinky bathroom stall and the little pools of jizz all over the floor and on her body. She wiped off her hair as much as she could, then changed into a new uniform and went back out to the game nearly 10 minutes into the third quarter.

Chapter 4

Andrea could tell from the amount of jizz in Ashleigh's hair that she had been fucking a lot more than planned. She gave Ashleigh a quick hug and brought her up to speed on the upcoming routines, and also gave her a warning that Stan was at the game.

Stan was a crusty old pervert, but he was a rich, crusty old pervert. As the cheerleaders found out years ago, nobody really gives a fuck what you do if you donate 7-figure sums to the university. Fifteen years ago, his lechery was pretty mild - he just showed up at games and snapped a lot of upskirt photos of the cheerleaders. A lot of guys did it, and none of the girls even bothered complaining. Ten years ago, he started hanging around the games and locker rooms, congratulating each of the cheerleaders for a job well done after each game. Five years ago, he cornered one of the girls who was lagging behind the group and groped her. The cheerleader brought charges against him, which were mysteriously dropped after the cheerleader was abruptly kicked out of school for undisclosed reasons. While Stan's declining health had made his visits less frequent over the past few years, all the cheerleaders were sure to pass on the word not to be caught alone with him.