Christine had spent several days preparing for this moment. It had taken time to find just the right cheerleader outfit, for example. And digging up that old copy of Playboy featuring "The Girls of the Big Ten" had meant rooting through the stacks in some used-book stores, enduring the leers of the men around her in the dirty-magazine sections. And she had to pick just the right day, when the team didn't have a practice so there'd be no one around to bother them.

With a trench coat wrapped around her, she made her way through the corridors to Hayden's office. Quietly she opened the door a crack and looked in. Great! Hayden was at his desk, the Playboy held up in front of him. He'd found it! This was going to be perfect, she thought as she slipped in silently and locked the door behind her. Padding across the floor in her sneakers, she locked the door to the locker room as well.

Then she turned to face Hayden and let her coat fall to the floor.

Christine had what you could describe as a perky body: small but well-stacked. The outline of her firm breasts and erect nipples were plainly visible as they stretched the tight red and white jersey taut. Her hair was drawn back into a ponytail, fully exposing a fresh face that made her look much younger than she really was. A short, pleated red skirt ended several inches above her knees, showing off legs shapely even without the help of high heels.

Hayden must be really absorbed in that Playboy, she thought; he hasn't even moved since I came in. Well, I know how to get him in action.

Shouting "Gimme an F!" as loud as she dared, Christine whipped up her top, exposing her breasts. That should get his attention, she thought. "Gimme a U!" As her top came down she narrowed her vision to the desktop; she'd practiced this move many times but it still was tricky. She had to watch nothing but her target or it could be a disaster.

"Gimme a C! Gimme a K!" she shouted as she took three quick steps forward and launched herself into a tumble and roll.

"Gimme an M!" She came out of the roll a few feet from the desk and launched herself into the air.

"Gimme an E!" She landed on the desktop in a perfect split, her skirt flying up around her to expose her cunt. It was already gleaming with her juices; she'd masturbated with a vibrator on the way over to the campus.

"What's it spell? FUCK ME!" Again she whipped the sweater up over her head, putting her tits right in Hayden's face. Vaguely as she had done her routine she had been aware of him rising from the desk. She giggled. Hayden had been ignoring her lately, but this should get a rise out of his cock. She felt like a silly little girl, but a silly little girl who was about to get the fucking of her life, she thought.

Sure enough, she felt strong hands on her breasts and a stiff cock already prodding at the entrance to her cunt. This was perfect, she thought, the perfect Valentine's Day present. Hayden would never forget this moment.

The cock pressed into her, popping past the outer lips and sinking into her lush wet tunnel. "Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" she sighed as it filled her. "God, Hayden, you've never been so big!"

Slowly she lowered her sweater. As she did, her eyes widened in shock.

"Dauber!"

The cock in her wasn't her boyfriend, Hayden, the coach of the Screaming Eagles. It was Dauber Dybinski, one of his players.

"Uh, hi, Christine," he said genially as his huge cock pressed in and out.

"What... unnnnggghhh... what are you doing here?" Christine's lithe body shook under the hammer blows of his fucking. Wow, she thought, for a dumb jock he fucks like a god.

"Coach asked me to pick up his mail today," the blond giant explained. "I saw your note inside the Playboy. The one where you told Coach to meet you here? So I told him to go to lunch with Luther. Uh, I hope you don't mind?"