Varsity Slut League Episode #1

It Is a beautiful November morning, and after finishing breakfast, Jennifer grabs her backpack, soccer ball, and water bottle, then makes her way to the front door of her parents house. At 10 a.m., she has a practice session with her soccer trainer, Mr. Rakehell, and doesn’t want to be late.

It wasn’t her choice to still live at home while going to college, but it allowed her to save money to pay her student loans. Besides, it lets her stay close to her step-mother, whom she helps volunteer with at their local church.

Jennifer is athletic and in great shape. Her body developed early in high school, and even though she is pretty slender and petite, she’s had a lovely figure ever since. Living in a classy neighborhood, she gets exercise every time she walks to campus from her home.

The cooler weather this time of year is a nice change from the oppressive heat during the summer months, and it’s much more refreshing for her to practice soccer outside without all the muggy humidity. The day was rather windy, with gusts from the north that blew her short blonde hair around as she walked to the school. Using her beautiful hazel eyes, she gazed at the tropical plants and flowers that swirled in the breeze around her.

Once at the soccer field, she immediately saw Mr. Rakehell doing his stretching routine in the distance. He’s a handsome man, about older than Jennifer, who’s in great shape. Working out and taking excellent care of himself is crucial because being the best athletic trainer requires him to do so. He knows he can’t help the people he works with without being in top condition himself.

He has worked for Ribald University for over and specializes in college soccer teams. Even though he trains with the men’s team occasionally, Coach Miller, his boss, has him assigned to work with the female players more often because he’s established a harmonious relationship with many girls and has helped them develop their full potential.

Jennifer greets him, and he wastes no time putting her to work. After warming up with some passing techniques, she shows him her dribbling skills and new head-butt method. They then both post up at a goal and begin practicing scoring strategies. Mr. Rakehell tests her as he mimics a goalie working as hard as he can to block all of her shots. She kicks the ball several times to score, but he deflects all her attempts.

“It’s going right through,” she says as she makes a fourth attempt, but it’s also deflected.

Mr. Rakehell knows she will only make the varsity team if she can play her best, so he deliberately tries his hardest to block her kicks.

“I can’t do it!”

“One more time,” he replies, returning the ball to midfield.

She quickly kicks it back over his head and scores her first goal.

“I got it through!” she exclaims happily with a smile.

He grabs it and throws it back to her. “Nice!”
They continue with their practice session,

and Jennifer successfully begins to outmaneuver him, kicking several more goals. Panting and sweating, she feels proud of herself for what she’s accomplished during the day. Especially given how hard Mr. Rakehell is making her try.

Needing a break, she grabs her water bottle from her backpack and sits down on the field to get refreshed.

While Jennifer is resting, Mr. Rakehell takes a moment to text Sarah Slit, the girl he will be training with after lunch. His session with Jennifer has lasted slightly longer than usual, and he wants to let Sarah know he will be late for their practice session. He works with so many young women all the time, and being the professional he is, he always ensures that each one gets the attention they deserve so that they can perform their best.

Upon finishing his message, he glances upward, lowers his sunglasses, and is awestruck by what he sees. Jennifer is drinking her water, sitting

in a relaxed posture with her legs spread apart. On one side of her waist, her low soccer shorts have pulled away from her leg, and from the angle that he is standing, Mr. Rakehell can see a clear shot of her vagina.

It isn’t completely exposed because she’s wearing underwear, but they are really slender and made of lace. Her labia hug tightly against the fabric, revealing that she shaves because there is no pubic hair curling outside of them. Candid slips like these, common among his students, were a perk of working as a decadent trainer with young college girls.

Jennifer pays no attention to him while gulping down the water, giving him ample time to gawk at her for several seconds.

“Oh, my God!” he says quietly to himself, pulling his glasses back over his eyes and walking towards her. “You did a great job today, Jennifer; I’m very proud of you.”

He sat beside her on the soccer field. She finishes a large sip of her water, looks up at him, and gets a bright smile.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Rakehell. “I couldn’t have done it without you, honestly,” she said.

Modestly, with his hands folded on his knee, he continued, “You know, even with all of the progress you’ve made with your techniques, there are so many girls waiting in line to be on the varsity soccer team.”

Jennifer’s lips lowered slightly as a more serious disposition changed her demeanor. She listened carefully to what he began to say.

“There’s so much competition. “I’ve worked with Coach Miller for years, so I’ll definitely put in a good word for you, but at the end of the day, I don’t know what will happen.”

She was upset to hear his words but respected that he was being honest with her and not trying to sugarcoat things.

“I mean, if you would, I would really appreciate it.” I’ve wanted to play soccer since high school, and it would be just so awesome if I could make the team. “I’ve been practicing so hard for this.”

“I’ll call him (Coach Miller) when I get home to see if he has any room for you on the player registry, and if he does, that’s a great way for you to position yourself for joining the team.” As he spoke, the strong wind made the branches on the tall trees along the sides of the field sway back and forth.

“Really? Okay thank you, Awesome!” “Honestly, I really appreciate it,” she said. Grinning, she leans over, wrapping her slim arms around his strong shoulders, and hugs him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s take this one day at a time, Jennifer!” he exclaimed, briefly accepting her hug but gently pushing her back. “Trying out for the team is a lot different than making it,” he said earnestly.

“Yes, I totally understand, sir,” she replied.

“You can thank me when you’re on the field kicking the ball with the Varsity girls.” “Okay?” he affirmed.

“Okay,” she said.
“Hey! “Isn’t it exam week?” he asked. “Yeah,” she responded, looking a bit stressed

out.
“If you don’t work tonight, you better make

use of your free time and study for those tests.” “They’re not going to accept any candidates unless they have a B average,” he explained in a solemn voice.

“Okay, I’ll make sure I study tonight.” “I’ll make sure I get all my paperwork done.” After saying this, Jennifer thought hard for a moment, trying to make sure there wasn’t anything else she needed to ask him before she left. “Ummm, well... Just let me know if he says anything. “You know, if you hear anything, just let me know,” she softly.

“I will, Jenny.” “I will,” he echoed.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” she replied, looking directly into his eyes and giving him a sincere reflection of gratitude.

Mr. Rakehell has been Jennifer’s trainer for the past semester of her enrollment at Northern Ribald University. Firmly believing that his assistance will enable her to achieve the athletic goals that she has set for herself, he’s played a significant role in her development as a competitor. In her eyes, he is a powerful role model that she looks up to.

It was time to finish their session together, and they rose and prepared to leave. Jennifer put her purple backpack on while he brushed the grass off his hands.

Mr. Rakehell was smart to message Sarah earlier to let her know he would be late. Sirens could be heard in the distance, indicating the rush hour traffic was building. It was always important to him to let the girls he worked with understand when he was about to come.

Jennifer grabbed her water bottle and put it in her backpack. She then snatched her soccer ball from the ground and shook her trainer’s hand. “Thank you, sir. “Again, I really appreciate your time today,” she said, shaking his hand with a smile.

“You got it, Jenny,” he replied sincerely.

“Bye!” she said, walking from him towards her parents’ house.

And just like that, their time together had ended. Jennifer had made progress, and her dream of being on the girls’ varsity soccer team was closer to becoming a reality.

As she made her way to the far end of the field, Mr. Rakehell’s eyes followed her. Feelings of lust came over him. He developed a sexual curiosity in his innocent student due to the panty shot he had witnessed earlier.

What does she look like naked? How many boys has she had sex with? Should she be my new slut league member?

These thoughts floated through his perverse mind. He had a new mark and wanted to hit it as fast as possible. As she exited the field and stepped onto the pavement, he pulled his glasses down to get one last look at her. Before she turned the corner, he said to himself, “Damn. “I bet that pussy is tight.”

When Mr. Rakehell finished “working hard” with his other student, Sarah, he quickly returned home. He immediately went to his bedroom to call Coach Miller to see if he had any space for Jennifer on the Varsity Registry list. Rick was focused on his new target and wanted to taste her flesh without delay.

“Alright, here we go,” he said as he dialed the coach’s number while sitting on his bed. The phone rings, and then it’s answered.

“Coach Miller, hi!” This is Rick Rakehell, the private trainer for the girls’ junior soccer team. “I’m calling to let you know that I’ve been working with Jennifer Simpson, and she’s the youngest girl on the JV team.”

Coach Miller continued to listen while Mr. Rakehell explained the reason for his call:

“Her skills have really excelled the past two months.” “If you still have room on the players’ registry, I think it would be wise to sign her up.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, he listens to the coach. It's not good news.

“You don’t have any more openings?” The registry is completely full? He tilts his face downward and rubs his forehead in discontent. “Are you sure there’s nothing we can do for her?” She’s really worked hard for this opportunity. No…?"

He rubs the back of his head while running his fingers through his hair. It’s sinking in that he won’t be able to help Jennifer after all.

“Okay, coach, I understand.” I’ll let her know the next time I see her. I appreciate your time. “Have a nice evening; goodbye.” Hanging up the phone, he sighs loudly.

Even though Rick Rakehell had given Northern Ribald University many new star players, there was something about him that only some of the girls on the varsity soccer team were aware of.

On the surface, he was a kind teacher who helped female athletes on campus discover their strengths and conditioned them to become fierce competitors. But deep down, he was a shark, a wolf, a predator. His modus operandi for catching prey was by giving referrals to Coach Miller.

In the past, having his students sign the Varsity Players Registry form had been a bulletproof method to make them succumb to his depraved desires. This was the first time it was packed because too many girls had already signed up. He now understood that it had just gotten harder for him to devour Jennifer.

In silence, he thinks to himself for a moment. Then all of a sudden, he gets a nefarious idea that forms a sinister smirk on his face before saying to himself, “Fuck it.” “I’m just going to fill out a fake registry form.”

Even though Jennifers blessed with good looks, she’s shy and reserved. Being raised in a very conservative family has limited the number of relationships that she’s had. She’s twenty years old but has only had five boyfriends since . And out of those five boys, she’s only had sex with two.

Rob is the longest guy she’s ever dated. They began a relationship that started when she was in 8th grade but ended during her senior year of high school. It was a puppy-love situation; they grew apart as they got older.

They cared very much about each other and spent almost all their time together during this phase of their lives. These were hormone-fueled experimental years for both of them, and they did virtually everything sexual that two consenting high schoolers could think of.

Ironically, even though they were both devout Catholics, Jennifer became fond of anal sex, which Rob performed on her frequently.

Since starting college, Jennifer has dated many different guys but isn’t interested in one-night stands, so she’s remained celibate since she split with Rob. However, she considers oral sex as a type of foreplay and not sex, so that’s usually her go-to option when she goes on a date and wants to please a boy in private.

She recently developed a crush on Billy, the best player on the men’s soccer team. Unlike many of Jennifer’s previous encounters with guys, this one seems different. It didn’t take long for them to go on their first date. They’re still getting to know one another but seem like a perfect match, especially given their values and beliefs. They’re both very religious, and Billy says he wants to marry her one day.

Their relationship has gone from zero to sixty overnight. He’s the only other boy she’s ever had intercourse with. Recently, they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. Billy works directly with Mr. Rakehell when he gets flooded with new female candidates at the beginning of the school year. That’s how Jennifer and Billy initially met.

Jennifer’s phone clock alarm went off as the morning sun crept into her window. She set it the night before because she had been up late studying for her physics exam, and she knew it would be difficult to wake up on time for her class. Grabbing the phone, she switched off the alarm and then noticed that Billy had sexted her while she was

His message read: “I can’t wait to see you later this evening after the game.” It included an image of him holding his erect penis.

Immediately, a tingle fired off between her legs. Sitting her phone on the nightstand beside her, she yawned and stretched her arms. Jennifer isn’t the only girl at her college obsessed with Billy’s charm and good looks. But the fact that he is willing to be considered her boyfriend made her feel special.

Pulling her feet towards her body, she bent her knees and slowly spread her legs. Thinking about Billy’s message, she then, using her right hand, reached down towards her underwear. Her fingers slipped under the white cotton fabric and stopped once they felt the warm hairless skin beneath. “Mmmm...” she moaned as she started to rub herself.

Biting her lower lip with her eyes closed, she pulled her head back onto her pillow in an aroused state and said, “Billy, how long have you been on the soccer team for?” imagining he was there with her.

Her vagina grew moist as she thought about the picture he had sent. Sucking in some air tightly between her lips, she continued to touch herself and then whimpered, “Me and my girlfriends think you’re soooo hot!”

Caressing her womanhood made it swell, and a pulse of pleasure surged through her body, making her spread her legs even further and rub herself a bit faster.

Just then, her phone on the nightstand started to ring. Pulling her hand from beneath her panties, she answered it. “Hey, Mr. Rakehell, how are you?”

Although the phone call ruined her play time, a flash of excitement widened her eyes as she listened to what he had to say.

“You have some good news?” What’s that? The registry is still open? “Oh my god, there’s still a chance that I can get on the team!?!” she exclaimed.

She rose on the bed and continued to listen excitedly. “Oh my God, I’m so excited.” “That is awesome!” she cried.

“Oh, the registry form needs to be completed by tomorrow?” “Okay, I understand.” A smile formed on her face.

“You have it at your apartment? Oh, okay, yeah. “I can totally do that.” The smile grew larger as she kept hearing what he was saying.

“Sure, I can come by before practice and sign them.” She listened carefully into the phone while Mr. Rakehell told her the exact time he wanted to meet.

“Okay, perfect. I’ll see you then. “Thanks again, Mr. Rakehell; you’re the best!” The call ended, and excitement swept over her.

“Oh, my God! “I have a shot at getting on the team; I know I can do this!” Glancing back down at her phone, she noticed what time it was.

Getting up quickly and running towards the shower, she yelled, “Oh shoot! “I have to get ready for my physics exam!”

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