Brad slammed the locker room door behind them and shoved Stacy against the cold metal. His football pads were still on, sweat dripping down his thick neck, and his cock was already straining hard against his tight pants. Stacy giggled like the bubbly cheerleader she was, her short skirt flipped up to show her bare ass and shaved pussy. She knew exactly what he wanted after every game.
"Been thinking about this dick all afternoon," Brad growled, yanking his pants down. His fat cock sprang free, veiny and leaking at the tip. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the bench. "Spread those legs, slut."
Stacy obeyed instantly, parting her thighs and arching her back so her round tits pressed against the wood. Her uniform top was half-unzipped, nipples hard and visible. "Fuck me, Brad. Stretch my tight cheerleader cunt."
He didn't waste time. Brad lined up and drove his cock straight into her wet hole in one rough thrust. Stacy moaned loud, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He started pounding immediately, hips slapping against her ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every stroke bottomed out, his heavy balls smacking her clit.
"Yeah, take it," he grunted, one hand fisting her ponytail. "This is what you want, isn't it? The big dumb jock railing his little slut after the game."
Stacy pushed back to meet every thrust, her voice high and needy. "Harder. Fuck your cheerleader harder. I need that cock deep."
Brad obliged, slamming into her faster. The bench creaked under them. Her juices ran down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in quick circles, feeling her pussy flutter around him. Stacy came first, crying out and squeezing his dick so tight he almost lost it.
He pulled out, spun her to face him, and shoved her to her knees. "Suck it clean."
She opened wide and swallowed him down, tasting her own cream on his length. Her lips stretched around the girth while she bobbed her head, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. Brad fucked her face, holding her head steady, spit and precum running down her chin onto her tits.
"Look at you," he said, voice rough. "Mascara running, mouth full of cock. Perfect little stereotype."
When he was close, he hauled her up again, lifted one of her legs, and sank back into her pussy. He fucked her standing, her back against the lockers, her other leg hooked over his arm. The angle let him grind against her G-spot with every stroke.
Stacy clawed at his shoulders, begging for more.
"Fill me up," she panted. "Come in my cunt like you always do."
Brad's rhythm turned savage. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her insides. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until it leaked out around his cock. Only then did he slow down, breathing hard, still buried inside her.
They stayed like that for a minute, sweaty and panting. Brad kissed her neck, softer now. "Same time tomorrow after practice?"
Stacy smiled, still impaled on him. "Wouldn't miss it, quarterback."
