Good Girl vs Slut
Ch. 01
by HiddenDevil_©


***All characters are over 18***

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"Great job, girls! Nice hustle!"

Trisha wiped the sweat from her forehead as she walked into the girls' locker 
room. Cheerleading practice had been extra hard today. Even worse, on Wednesday 
the JV squad practiced in the middle of the day, which meant the girls had to 
move quickly in order to catch their next class. The sound of voices, slamming 
locker doors, and scuffling footsteps on the floor echoed through the room. 
Trisha reached her locker and opened it. As she pulled out her gym bag, Trisha 
glanced at herself in the mirror, eyeing her skimpy cheerleading uniform. When 
they were doing their routines, the uniform made sense – the skirt was short so 
that it wouldn't get caught on their legs, and the top had to be tight on their 
bodies so that it wouldn't slide down if they did cartwheels or flips. Once 
practice was over, however, Trisha couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. 
The pleated miniskirt barely reached the tops of her thighs – if she had ever 
tried to leave the house in another skirt this length, her mother would have 
thrown a fit. The zip-up top hugged her body, accentuating every curve.

"Bye Trisha!" Her friend waved at her as she slung her backpack over her 
shoulder and left.

"Bye Amanda!"

And Trisha's body frame didn't exactly help matters, either. Trisha had always 
been a petite girl, barely over five feet, with a tapered, thin waist and 
slender legs. But despite her slight frame, Trisha had been blessed with an 
ample, full chest. It was a trait that she had secretly always been proud of, 
although of course, she would never think of admitting it out loud. 32C… she 
thought to herself cheerfully. And yet, whenever she wore her uniform, she 
wished that they weren't so big, that they didn't bulge out of her blouse and 
strain against the tight fabric. Trisha laughed at herself. I'm complaining 
about my boobs being too big? Geez, Trisha, get a grip. She pulled her regular 
clothes out of her gym bag and fished a scrunchie out of her purse. With one 
hand, she reached behind her head and pulled her long brown hair into a 
ponytail.

"Ugh, Coach Pennings kept us late again," the girl next to her complained, as 
she pulled her tank top down over her head. "Doesn't she know that we all have 
class right afterwards?"

Trisha nodded, rolling her dark brown eyes in agreement. "I know, it sucks. And 
I have AP History right after this, too."

The girl made a face. "Ooo, even worse. See you around, Trisha!" She had already 
finished changing and was hurrying off – her class was all the way across 
campus. Usually, the team walked out together, but in the middle of the day, 
they all raced off as soon as they could.

"Bye Lisa!" Trisha watched as the girl scampered out of the locker room. As the 
door swung open, another girl walked into the room, and everyone's head turned 
to look at her. She was the kind of girl that turned heads; absolutely stunning, 
tall and statuesque, with shimmering blue eyes and curly blonde hair that fell 
across her shoulders and down her back. It was Britney, the head cheerleader. 
She was getting ready for varsity practice, and she was talking loudly on her 
cell phone.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, opening her locker and unzipping her backpack. "Calm the 
fuck down, I've got it all organized. I did a little 'talking' with the football 
coach." There was a strange emphasis on the word 'talking,' and Trisha wondered 
who she was speaking to. Britney pulled her top over her head and bent over to 
shove her backpack into her locker.

Even though it was a bit inappropriate, Trisha stared as Britney bent over. The 
head cheerleader's body was more than envious; her legs were long and slim, 
looking faultless in the glaring light of the locker room. Despite her height, 
Britney's frame was impressively thin, and her slender chest and waist were 
emphasized by a pair of massive, bouncy breasts – a boob job, more than one girl 
had muttered at lunch.

And there was another reason why Britney always turned heads. Without a doubt, 
Britney was the class slut at Eisenhower High. New rumors flew through the halls 
daily about the latest guy – or guys – she had slept with. If nothing else, her 
outfit was always a clue. Trisha heard a girl behind her scoff as the head 
cheerleader's black, skin-tight miniskirt rode up her ass, exposing a bright red 
G-string. The top that Britney had just tossed into her locker was sheer and 
white, and the neckline plunged to her mid-chest. The JV cheerleaders continued 
their conversation, but a new, icy vibe had filled the room, as each girl kept a 
half-jealous, half-disapproving eye on Britney as she changed. Trisha watched as 
Britney carefully stepped out of her stiletto heels, pulled on her trainers, and 
tugged on her cheerleaders' blouse and skirt.

As soon as Britney left, still chatting on her cell phone, the talking started.

"What a slut…" That was Rachel, who had just closed her locker and was zipping 
up her backpack.

"I know." Trisha's friend Mandy had just put a hand on Trisha's shoulder to 
steady herself as she tugged on her shoes. "How can she even call that a skirt? 
She might as well be naked."

Trisha nodded, but inside she sighed. She wasn't the biggest fan of Britney's 
clothes either, but she wished that her friends would stop criticizing her every 
time she left the room. She was careful to laugh along with them when they made 
jokes at the head cheerleaders' expense, but she couldn't help feeling a bit 
guilty every time she did it. After all, Britney was a cheerleader too, and that 
put them on the same team, right? Why did they have to be so mean?

"Hey, slowpoke, get your butt moving." Mandy's voice jolted Trisha out of her 
thoughts. "You're going to be late for class."

Trisha smiled at her friend. "I know, I know. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow!" 
She waved as the rest of the girls filed out of the room, still talking about 
Britney, leaving Trisha alone to change.

She leaned down to start untying her shoes, still thinking about her friends. 
They were all like Trisha; good girls, who stayed out of trouble and always got 
A's or B's. Maybe that was why they were so critical of Britney. Still, they 
shouldn't be so catty. Why do they always have to judge Britney's every move? 
Maybe I should tell them that it makes me uncomfortable.

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha picked up her backpack, closed her locker, and 
started to walk towards the door. Her reflection caught her eye in the mirror, 
and good thing, too. She had been so busy thinking about Britney, she had 
completely forgotten that she still hadn't changed. I'm such a ditz, Trisha 
laughed at herself as she turned back around. As she turned, she couldn't help 
noticing that Britney had left her locker wide open. Trisha walked over to close 
it for her, and her eyes fell on Britney's open backpack. Something had caught 
her eye…something that Trisha had giggled about with her friends at sleepovers 
or lunch tables but had never actually seen or touched.

A dildo…Trisha stepped forward, curious. Making sure that she was still alone, 
the cheerleader slid a hand into Britney's open locker and pulled the dildo out. 
I can't believe Britney keeps a dildo in her backpack! It was huge; round and 
slick and fat, probably over a foot long. It was double-headed, too, each end 
shaped like the stiff tip of a dick. An unknown, exciting curiosity began to 
bubble up inside of her. Trisha was a pretty girl, and - although it was another 
thing she would never admit out loud – she knew it, too. But she was a wholesome 
pretty, a cute pretty. A good girl that good boys would proudly show off to 
their mothers, she thought, as she stared at the dildo. In comparison to, say, 
Britney – hot, slutty, and shameless – Trisha was squeaky clean, and as she had 
entered her senior year, she was starting to wonder if that was a good or bad 
thing. She had always steered clear of boys, even though many had shown interest 
in her, and now, she was beginning to regret it. I wonder what I'm missing out 
on… She was still holding onto the dildo, clutching it carefully as if it was a 
fascinating artifact.

What is it like, using one of these? Trisha wondered to herself, staring down at 
the massive toy. Does it really feel good? A strange feeling rose in her chest, 
and she didn't know why. She had never seen a sex toy in real life, but if she 
was completely honest with herself, this wasn't the first time that using a 
dildo had crossed her mind. She was so stressed, too; her grades in AP History 
were falling, and she hadn't even started on her college applications. And I 
still can't get over the fact that I'm the only senior who didn't make varsity 
cheerleading… That last thought sent a twinge of irritated frustration through 
Trisha, and it only fed the mysterious, growing feeling inside of her. Whatever 
it was, it was making Trisha feel like she had to burst, like something was 
desperately asking to be set free, begging to be released from its cage…

Nervously, Trisha dropped her bag on the floor and sat down on one of the locker 
room's benches, still holding the dildo. She ran her hand along its length, 
examining the slick, velvety surface. It smelled like a synthetic plastic, but 
the material itself was smooth and firm, slightly squishy in her fingertips. The 
cheerleader couldn't help herself; her curiosity was starting to overwhelm her, 
and the dildo in her hands suddenly seemed very arousing. But it's so huge…it 
would split me in two. Would it actually feel good?

One of Trisha's hands found its way between her slender thighs, slipping under 
her skirt, lightly caressing herself. It was only when she felt the dampness in 
her panties that Trisha realized what she was doing. Involuntarily, her body 
jolted slightly at the touch of her own fingers against her tender pussy lips. 
She was getting wetter, and again she wondered how the dildo would feel. What 
does it feel like, having something shoved inside me? Her body flushed slightly 
at the thought.

Trisha looked around the room, even though she already knew no one was there. 
Then, she lowered herself onto the bench, lying back, raising her legs into the 
air and spreading them. The entire scene felt like a dream, and some part of 
Trisha knew that this was crazy; it was dirty, she thought, and weird, and what 
if she got caught? But something else was overwhelming those worries, pushing 
them away. The dildo felt impossibly massive in her hand, but Trisha's curiosity 
spurred her on, exciting her and turning her on even more. Biting down on her 
bottom lip, she lifted the hem of her skirt and gently pulled her panties to the 
side, exposing her eager mound. She continued to rub herself, feeling her 
wetness coating her fingers, the heat of her horny pussy radiating through her 
hips. She was nervous. Taking a deep breath, she gently pressed the tip of the 
dildo into her.

"Ooooh…"

It felt like nothing Trisha had ever experienced before – something so big and 
fat, pressing against her, invading her petite pussy. It made her entire body 
tingle; with what, Trisha didn't entirely know. Anticipation? Fear? Part of her 
knew that there was no way anything that big could slide into her little twat, 
but another part was aching for it to, and her pussy was suddenly overtaken by a 
desperate, powerful need to be stretched and filled.

Her hand pressed harder, easing the tip of the cock into her. The cheerleader's 
body tensed and trembled as it penetrated her, slipping past her lips and into 
her canal. It's inside me, she thought to herself, her excitement growing. It's 
inside me! 

Again she pressed, letting her juices lube up the plastic dick, gently sliding 
the thick toy inside, its velvety slickness burrowed against her canal. It was 
barely two inches in, and already Trisha felt like she was stuffed full. Her 
breathing was harder now, and her legs trembled in the air as she gently began 
to rock the toy inside of her.

The sensation of the dildo sliding in her cunt was completely new, and 
absolutely incredible. This feeling…it's unbelievable! It was stretching her 
open, rubbing against her. Jolt after jolt of subtle pleasure raced through her 
hips and her legs, making them twitch slightly. More…More…Oh God, I want more.

Trisha's hand eagerly guided the dildo further in, and each inch felt like a 
mile, the way that the pleasure grew; new, untouched flesh was being stretched 
and prodded and penetrated by the slick toy. Slowly, ever so gently, she began 
to fuck herself, sliding the dildo in and out. Trisha was whimpering now, 
feeling the heat of her tender pussy radiating out from her crotch, pulsing with 
each light thrust. She gripped the toy tight with both hands, spreading her legs 
wider to get better access, shuddering with pleasure as she felt each soft push 
inside of her.

Her mind filled with the same image that always came to her when she was 
masturbating – herself, in some empty room, fucking a stranger, some blank face, 
someone she didn't even know, someone she would never see again. The scenario 
always changed slightly: sometimes, she was being raped, weeping and clawing 
against fierce, painful hands. Sometimes, she was being gang-banged by two or 
three, or even four men, and they would all fight over who would get to take her 
first. But no matter the specifics, one fact remained true, one thing never 
failed to turn Trisha on: these men were always completely unfamiliar. In her 
mind, Trisha had never seen these men before, and yet she was eagerly sleeping 
with them, with absolutely no convictions, purely for impure, carnal pleasure. 
She didn't know why, but that image always turned her on more than anything else 
possible; it took her over the edge.

Trisha's body stiffened and she closed her eyes, giving in to her imagination, 
picturing the stranger and relishing the feel of the hard dildo. Driven by her 
horniness, her thrusts sped up, in and out and in again, her inexperienced pussy 
dripping as it stretched to accommodate the toy. Her hand plunged hard, driving 
the plastic dick in deeper, and every time Trisha's soft yelps of joy grew 
louder.

"Ahhh…oooh…oh my…oh my God…"

Trisha began to rock her hips on the bench, making it creak and groan, wrapping 
her desperate twat as tight and deep as possible around the toy. It felt like it 
was slicing through her, piercing her body and pounding all the way up into her 
gasping chest. Wow…this…this feeling…it's incredible…

The cheerleader's legs sprawled out in the air, her body rocking back and forth 
on the bench. Trisha's ponytail was dangling off the bench onto the floor, her 
boobs softly swayed on her chest with her efforts, her damp panties and pleated 
miniskirt hastily shoved aside to give herself better access to the thrusting 
dildo. Now, her legs and her hips bucked forward, and her hands were clamped 
down on the dildo, viciously pounding it into her pussy, and each plunge forced 
a squeal of pleasure out of her lungs.

"Oh! Oh my God! Ohhh!!"

Trisha let her back arch, shoving her heaving chest upwards, listening eagerly 
to the soft squelches of the dildo jamming in and out of her swollen twat. It 
was powering into her, penetrating her, splitting her in two and stuffing every 
inch of her flesh with its thickness. Ohhh….it's sooo deep!

"Ahhh! Ohhhh Goddd!!"

The bench was sliding on the floor now, rocked back and forth by Trisha's 
frenzied bucking, squeaking its protest against the locker room floor. Her 
entire body was thrown into fucking the dildo, her hands pounding it into her 
pussy with powerful thrusts, her hips jamming herself onto it, trying to engulf 
as much as possible, feeling it slide in and out of her aching pussy. She 
couldn't control her body anymore, and she wanted it to never stop…she wanted to 
be here forever. She humped and writhed with all her might, her legs pumping in 
the air, her boobs shaking and her hair flailing.

And now the man in her mind, the mysterious stranger of her fantasy, was fucking 
her too, doggy-style, his imaginary hands tightly gripping her ass as he forced 
himself into her, his non-descript face wound up tightly in an animalistic 
expression of furious pleasure. She pictured him grunting and growling as he 
plowed into her. He's not even an acquaintance, Trisha told herself as she 
bucked: just some unknown, random man off the street. Oooohh…yes!!!

In a frenzy, Trisha let go of the dildo with one hand now, still pumping herself 
with the other, and she frantically felt for her clit. It was swollen and erect, 
screaming out to be touched. With her soaked fingertips, Trisha gently began to 
rub, back and forth, up and down, tweaking the fleshy bump, and as the jolts of 
pleasure increased into waves, Trisha's frenzied squeals became yells and 
screams.

"AHHH!!! Oh my God!!!!"

The bench cracked and squealed in rhythm with Trisha's frantic, furious bucking. 
The dildo was a blur, plunging in and out of her mound. The flesh of her pussy 
was red and warm and swollen, eagerly accepting its every thrust, aching for it 
to return each time she slid it out of herself. Her hand was working fast too, 
rubbing her clit, her fingers firm and slippery against the warm, stiff nub. The 
imaginary man was cumming now, shooting his thick seed inside of her, and in her 
mind Trisha accepted it, gladly letting it fill her even though she didn't know 
who he was. The cheerleader heaved and rolled, bucked and rocked her hips 
against the fat dildo. Her tiny body was out of control now, a wild animal, lost 
to her pleasure. Her screams rang out through the locker room, and in between 
each scream she gasped for a ragged, short breath, before letting out another 
one. Just a stranger, she told herself, over and over, savoring the words and 
the images in her mind, feeling the familiar, heated rise in her body. She was 
almost there. A total stranger, and I let him cum inside of me, just a random 
stranger, fucking me, unknown, mysterious…

"OHHHH!! OH MY GODD!!!"

Like a wave on a beach, a single, massive jolt of pleasure crashed through 
Trisha, sending her into an uncontrolled spasm. Her orgasm raced through her, 
different than ever before, intense and searing and overwhelming. She let out 
scream after lung-shredding scream, her entire body jolting and rippling with 
the waves of pleasure, cascading across her quivering skin. Her hands kept 
fucking and rubbing, and her pussy was seizing and shuddering, clenching 
desperately down on the dildo, the powerful sensations radiating throughout the 
cheerleader's trembling body.

"Ohhhh GODDDD!!!" Trisha's mind went blank, her fantasy long forgotten, and for 
a moment she saw stars, and her body was lost in the gushing pleasure, savoring 
each twitch and spasm of her swollen pussy. Her flushed chest heaved up and down 
and her legs pumped wildly in the air as her climax surged, ripping through 
every inch of her. At last, her frenzied bucking began to slow, her legs and her 
back relaxed, and Trisha's earsplitting shrieks died down once more to soft 
moans. Gently, she rocked her body against the dildo, relishing every tender 
thrust, feeling her thrilled, exhausted pussy slide against the slick plastic. 
She continued like this for a moment, gently swaying, still fucking herself. 
Finally, she let her legs droop, her muscles easing up as she sagged against the 
bench.

"Wow…" Trisha let the soaked dildo drop onto the floor as she brought her 
dripping hands to her mouth. She paused to savor the smell of her excitement, 
then lightly, like a dazed animal, she licked each of her fingers clean. It was 
a move she had never done before, and she didn't know what made her do it this 
time, but the taste of her own juice and cum was wonderful – salty and tangy, 
lightly prickling her tongue as she licked. Trisha sat up and ran a hand through 
her tousled hair. She grinned at her face, flushed and red, in the mirror. Ha 
ha…Well, I guess now I know what a dildo is like!


"Whew!" Gingerly, on trembling legs, she stood up, placing a hand on the bench 
to steady herself. She gently slid her panties back over her sopping mound. 
Then, she began to slowly walk forward, shaky and unstable. She could feel the 
stickiness of her juices, all over her crotch, soaking her inner thighs. Her 
body gave one last shudder of joy as she bent over to pick up the soaked dildo, 
and she couldn't help but giggle in joy. I have to do this again, she thought, 
as she turned around to bring the dildo to the sink. Next time, after practice, 
before my class, I can –

Oh shit!

Trisha stopped mid-step, the soaked dildo still clenched in one hand. Her class! 
How could she have forgotten? Frantically, she checked the time. It had started 
fifteen minutes ago. Oh no!!! Panicking, Trisha threw the dripping dildo back 
into Britney's locker – there was no time to wash it. She grabbed her backpack 
and began to race out of the locker room, but stopped once more in front of the 
mirror as she desperately tried to decide if she should change. The blouse was 
hugged against her tiny frame and her firm breasts, straining to contain them. 
The cheerleading skirt was horribly slutty, she decided, barely covering her 
ass, tight and short. And her panties! Her panties were worst of all, already 
soaked through and damp with her juices and her cum. Her entire crotch was a 
sticky mess. She had to change, she had to! No…Trisha thought, helplessly. 
There's no time! Shouldering her backpack, leaving her school clothes in her gym 
bag, she flung open the door to the locker room and sprinted towards her class.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 02 

Gasping and out of breath, shivering against the cold October air, Trisha 
arrived at her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and 
walked in.

Every pair of eyes was on the cheerleader as she hurriedly walked to her desk. 
Still clad in her cheerleader's uniform, Trisha was almost certain that the 
front row could see the bottom of her panties, poking out from under her 
swishing skirt. She tried to tug it down a bit as she reached her desk, but it 
only brought more attention to herself. Ashamed and embarrassed, she quietly 
began to pull out her books, still breathing hard. As she looked down, her eyes 
caught on her blouse and she blushed, mortified. It must have been colder than 
she thought – her nipples were rock-hard, and were visibly poking straight 
through her blouse.

"Trisha…you're very late." Mr. Braun's voice rang through the classroom. A 
couple of the boys in the row next to her were staring at her – her 
cheerleader's skirt barely covering her legs, her heaving breasts straining 
against the thin blouse, her skin sweaty and slick. One of them grinned when she 
glanced over at them.

"I…I know, Mr. Braun. I'm sorry."

"Do you have an excuse?"

"U-um…" Trisha's mind worked furiously. "Coach Pennings kept me late to do some 
drills. We lost track of time."

"Do you have a note?"

"U-um…N-no…"

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Then you don't have an excuse. I trust you remember 
that we have our mid-term today."

Trisha's eyes widened and her heart fell. She had completely forgotten.

Mr. Braun watched her reaction. "I see. Well, here's your copy." He 
unceremoniously plopped it on her desk. "You have thirty minutes."

Trisha looked up in shock. "Thirty minutes?? But…I…"

Mr. Braun interrupted her. "No, Trisha. I will not give you extra time just 
because you came in late. Now, you've already disturbed the class enough. Please 
get to work."

Humiliated and close to tears, the cheerleader looked down at the test. One of 
the boys was still leering at her, greedily taking in her short skirt, her bare 
slender legs. Trisha's glare was returned only with a broad grin. She could 
still feel the dampness in her panties from her frenzied orgasm in the locker 
room. Oh God, I hope it doesn't leave a spot… She clenched her teeth and buckled 
down to start on her test.

After what seemed like only seconds, the bell rang. Of course, Trisha had no 
chance. Mr. Braun's AP History tests were renowned for their difficulty, and as 
flustered as she was, with only half the class time, Trisha didn't even get to 
the last twenty questions. As the rest of the class filed out of the room, she 
stayed glued to her seat, frantically flipping through the pages. This test is a 
third of my grade…I can't fail it! This can't be happening!

"Trisha, you are out of time. Please hand in your test."

The cheerleader looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, Mr. Braun, I have a free 
period next! Please, can I just have some more time?"

Mr. Braun sighed, standing up from his desk chair. "Trisha…I wouldn't expect 
this from you. You've always been such a good student. You know, your grade is 
already falling from the first few assignments."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know…"

"Now, I can't give you more time, because that would be unfair to the rest of 
the class. But…I will allow you to write an in-class essay as extra credit."

Trisha beamed up at him. "Thank you, Mr. Braun, thank you! Um…what should I 
write it on?"

Mr. Braun thought for a moment. "How about…the Louisiana Purchase. Explain the 
process by which Jefferson acquired the land."

The cheerleader's heart plummeted. Of all the topics in the world, how could he 
pick one from the only chapter she hadn't read? "U-um…okay…"

"Good. Get started, then."

For the first five minutes, Trisha struggled to find something to say, but it 
was hopeless. She didn't know a thing about the Louisiana Purchase. What am I 
going to do? This was her most important class – if she failed this test, it 
would ruin her entire transcript! Wondering if maybe she could ask to switch 
topics, she glanced up at Mr. Braun, and received a huge shock.

The teacher was staring straight down her skirt! It was painfully obvious, too, 
his pencil hanging limply in his hand, his mouth half open, his eyes intently 
blazing down at her crotch. As soon as she looked up though, Mr. Braun quickly 
caught himself.

"Ah…so…Trisha..I…trust you are doing well with your essay?" He hastily 
rearranged some papers on his desk, trying to look busy.

Trisha nodded. "Yes, thanks ,Mr. Braun." She glanced down at her lap, and 
realized that he could probably see her panties from his angle. Gross! Mr. Braun 
was checking me out? What is he, like forty? But then, a different thought came 
to her, out of nowhere. This was her most important grade, and if she failed 
this test, she failed the class. So, if there was anything she could do to get 
out of failing, she should do it, right? And if Mr. Braun was checking her out, 
well, that meant he was attracted to her, which meant maybe if she tried to… 
Trisha paused, shaking her frenzied head as she tried to think. How can I be 
thinking about doing something like this? Seducing a teacher? That's so awful!

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha nervously shifted on her chair, uncrossing her legs 
and crossing them again. This time, she directly saw Mr. Braun's eyes flicker 
up, despite his best efforts, to watch the cheerleader's smooth legs slide under 
her tiny skirt. Whoa…he's definitely checking me out. Trisha bent her head over 
the test ,pretending to write but keeping an eye on her teacher. He was wiping 
his brow now, looking like he was trying to concentrate very hard. Wow…I've 
really gotten to him. I think if I tried to, I definitely could…No! Trisha shook 
her head and closed her eyes in frustration. This has got to be a dream! I can't 
believe I'm even considering something like this! 

She looked up at the clock. Time was running out. There was no time to think 
anymore. The panic was rising in her chest, and in her frantic desperation, she 
saw her entire school career flash before her eyes – all her hard work, her 
grades, her AP credit, her college applications. She had to decide.

Oh God…I've got no choice… She waited for a few seconds, nervous, her heart 
pounding. Taking a deep breath, she stood up again, picked up her papers, and 
walked over to Mr. Braun's desk.

The teacher looked up, his face slightly red.

"Mr. Braun, can you help me, please?"

The teacher coughed again, rearranging himself on his chair. Was he trying to 
hide a hard on? "Yes, Trisha, what is it?"

"I just wanted you to look at this sentence." As she asked, Trisha leaned 
forward onto his desk, letting her long brown hair cascade over her shoulders. 
The cheerleading blouse was cut low, and she knew that at this angle, Mr. Braun 
had a great view of her boobs. She wondered if he could see what color her bra 
was. Inside, her heart was pounding, and the girl's mind whirled as she tried to 
figure out how to act, what to say, what to do. And in the middle of it all was 
her disbelief about the whole situation, and some desperate, half-serious hope 
that this was all just a daydream.

"Ah…um…which sentence now?"

"That one." Trisha pointed randomly, leaning further now, resting her elbows on 
his desk as she watched him helplessly try to concentrate on the paper, try to 
ignore the petite cheerleader exposing half of her ample chest to him. She 
flashed her cutest smile at him.

"Well..uh…it seems fine to me." It was clear that he hadn't read the sentence 
either.

"Oh…okay. Thanks!" Trisha stayed in her position, leaned over, her chest thrust 
forward, her smile sweet and innocent. Her mind was flooded with questions. How 
far do I have to go to get a good grade? Second base? Third base? Should I just 
come out and say it? Maybe I should be more coy…but what if he says no? What if 
he doesn't take the hint?

"Ah…Trisha…is there something else I can help you with."

The cheerleader looked down in embarrassment, as she realized she had been 
staring at him for several seconds without a word. She tried to think of 
something to say. My uniform. I'll talk about my uniform.

"Mr. Braun, do you mind if I ask another question? What do you think of our 
cheerleading outfits?"

Mr. Braun was taken aback. "Um..I'm sorry?"

"You know, our cheerleading outfits!" Trisha twirled around for him, knowing as 
she turned that the pleats of her skirt were riding up with the motion, 
teasingly giving him a glimpse of her ass. "What do you think of them?" She 
leaned back down on his desk. "It's just that…well…I think they're a 
little…slutty." Her mouth twitched involuntarily as she forced the word out of 
her lips, but Mr. Braun didn't seem to notice.

"S…slutty?"

"Yeah." Trisha nodded, keeping her cool, ignoring the frenzied thumps of her 
heart as it careened against her ribcage. "I mean…the blouse is so low-cut, the 
skirt is so short. I mean, look, Mr. Braun! You can practically see my ass 
whenever I bend over!" She hastily turned around and bent for him, thrusting her 
ass forward. She couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of amusement as she 
watched him desperately try to tear his gaze away from her body.

"I…Trisha…this isn't appropriate."

"Well…" Trisha turned back, and smiled sweetly at him. "I'm just kind of worried 
that people are getting the wrong impression. I mean, do people think that just 
because the clothes are slutty, the girl is slutty too?" 

"Ah, well…no…I don't think anyone thinks that, Trisha."

"Oh…good…" That wasn't the ideal answer, she thought, a little annoyed. The 
ideal answer would have been to call her a dirty slut so they could just get 
down to business right away. But Trisha pressed on. It was all or nothing, now. 
She knew that she would have to make the first move; Mr. Braun was way too 
nervous. The cheerleader leaned back down, her eyes staring straight into his, 
sexy and mischievous. "Because…I wouldn't want anyone to know the truth about 
me."

"The…truth?" Mr. Braun was stunned, and his face was beet red.

"Oh yes, Mr. Braun!" Trisha flashed another sweet smile. "The truth. …That I 
spend entire classes fantasizing about being having sex. …That I love sex more 
than anything in the world." Her mind whirled as she came up with more lies as 
she spoke. "…That I can't even wait to get home to masturbate, so I do it in the 
girls' bathroom."

She watched as Mr. Braun's eyes widened with each word. He was hanging on 
everything she was saying, his mouth gaping, unable to speak. What next? What 
now? This was it…the moment when she finally had to go for it. Her mind went 
blank as she started to panic, and she desperately opened her mouth, forcing 
words out of her mouth. Say anything! Anything at all! 

"And…and…that I love nothing more than sucking off a nice, big fat cock…like…I 
don't know…yours?" As soon as the words burst out of her mouth, Trisha had to 
stifle a gasp. What had she done?? Did I really just say that??

Mr. Braun stood up in shock. "Trisha! That's…that's not…"

Oh no… Trisha panicked; he wasn't going to say yes! She could get expelled for 
this. Panic burst through Trisha's chest like a deep breath. It's too late...I 
can't take it back. I have to get him to go along with me. He has to…he has to! 
She frantically clambered over his desk, sinking to her knees in front of him, 
grabbing his hips and guiding him towards her face.

"Please Mr. Braun…please let me suck your cock."

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Trisha, this is…fired from my…not right..you'll be 
expelled."

No, please! Don't back out now! The cheerleader tried desperately to ignore the 
growing lump of terror in her throat, pushing away the fear in her mind as she 
began to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him with pleading eyes, continuing to 
coo softly.

"No one has to know, Mr. Braun. Please…" She pouted up at him, her brown eyes 
big and sweet. She slid his fly open, and triumphantly felt a growing bulge in 
his boxers. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it. He wanted her.

"I…I…"

"Don't worry about it Mr. Braun. I won't tell anyone." That's for sure, she 
thought to herself, ashamed, as she gently pulled his pants and his underwear 
down to his knees. I can't believe I said those things…I can't believe I'm going 
to do this.

"Trisha…" It was the only word left that Mr. Braun could use in protest. The 
cheerleader gently took his half-hard dick in her hand, stroking it. She had 
never given a blowjob before; what was she supposed to do? Frantically, she 
thought about the few pornos she had mistakenly seen on her brother's computer, 
the times she had overheard girls gossiping and giggling about it in the 
hallways. No teeth, she remembered. And…deepthroat…she thought. Guys like it 
when you shove their cock down your throat…right?

"Oh…man that feels nice Trisha…"

"It does? Do you like it, Mr. Braun?"

"Yeah…please, call me Joe. Yeah…"

His dick was growing in her hand, and she expected it to stop, waited for it 
stop, but it didn't. Oh, God. He's so huge!

"Yeah…keep stroking me Trisha, keep stroking me…"

Keep talking. Tell him what he wants. "Mmm…Joe…you like me jacking your dick 
off, don't you?" She slipped her hand up and down his hard dick, feeling it 
throb in her hand. What should she do? Should she just take him into her mouth 
right now? Mr. Braun's eyes were wide, staring hungrily down at her. Unsure of 
herself, Trisha hurriedly slipped the tip of his dick into her mouth, sucking gently.

"Ohhh, yeah, Trisha…that's a good girl…"

Trisha bobbed up and down on the head of his dick, feeling the slick softness of 
his dick against her lips, her hand still stroking his shaft as she sucked. It's 
not that bad, she thought to herself, as she sat on her knees, slurping, looking 
up at Mr. Braun to gauge his reactions.

"Yeah…yeah…" Mr. Braun had one hand on the back of her head now, gently guiding 
her in as she rocked back and forth. His shock and timidity was gone now, 
replaced by a completely new hunger, a lust for this teenage cutie. He seemed 
like a completely different man.

"You probably suck dicks all the time, don't you Trisha. I bet you're real good 
at this, a cute little girl like you. All the boys are lining up to get their 
dicks sucked by a pretty thing like you, aren't they?"

What?? Is that what people think of me? I'm not like this! I'm a good girl! But 
Trisha tried her best to play along. She popped his dick out of her mouth and 
smiled. "Oooh…yes, Joe, but your dick is the best of all, I like yours the 
most." She inserted his meat back into her mouth, but she was suddenly overcome 
by a wave of shame. How could she be saying all these things? Worst of all, the 
cheerleader realized that she didn't even have to think about what to say – 
somehow, she just knew the exact words Mr. Braun wanted to hear, and as soon as 
she opened her mouth they effortlessly tumbled out. Why is this so easy for me? 
Why is it so easy for me to act like a slut? 

Mr. Braun smirked down at her, his hand gently pressing her forward, back onto 
his rod. "That's right, Trisha, take me in, deeper…"

Trisha tried to obey, sliding the tip and a bit of his shaft into her lips, 
continuing to jack him off. Already, her mouth felt stuffed to the brim, the 
massive rod spearing into her, forcing her to stretch her jaw wide to 
accommodate it.

"Deeper, Trisha, deeper…"

I can't…the cheerleader thought desperately to herself. But his hand was 
pressing into her, forcing her down. She rocked her heard towards him, ignoring 
the silent, instinctual protest of her tongue and her tired jaws. Her lips 
smacked and drooled at the effort, slobbering loudly as she eased herself 
forward. That's far enough! She bobbed back and forth, feeling her saliva 
coating his dick, sliding the bottom of his shaft across her tongue. I can't 
possibly take any more!

"Yeah…that's good, Trisha. Come on, take me all the way in, take me into your 
throat. I know you can."

Trisha let out a muffled moan, still gently rocking back and forth. His cock was 
so big, it was already too much – shoved up against her tongue, spreading her 
lips. But his hand was pushing and pushing, and Trisha knew she had to obey him. 
So she forced herself forward again, feeling the shaft slide even deeper, her 
stretched lips on fire, the back of her mouth involuntarily fighting back 
against the strange, massive invader. Come on…come on… She could feel his 
hardness, his thick shaft pressing up against her lips and her tongue, 
throbbing, stabbing against her throat. You can do it… Trisha forced herself 
forward again, holding her breath, and then…

"Ghhhhaaagh!!" Trisha went too far. Her throat convulsed. She yanked the dick 
out of her mouth, and a trail of her slobber followed it, dribbling onto the 
floor. The cheerleader's chest heaved as she gagged and coughed, trying to catch 
her breath, and she wiped her sloppy mouth with the back of her hand. Her 
stomach felt like it was about to flip over. Mr. Braun let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah! That's it, Trisha, you nasty little girl! Gag on my big dick! Yeah…my 
dick's so big that it chokes even a slutty cheerleader like you, huh?

Trisha looked up through her gagging at his excited face. Somehow, her teacher 
had transformed from the stuttering, red-faced man into a horny, frenzied 
creature, wild with enjoyment at getting head from a cute teenager. Egg him on, 
she told herself, . Tell him what he wants to hear. "Ooo, Mr. Braun…God, your 
dick is huge! I've never had trouble before, but yours is just too big for my 
little mouth!" As she talked, the same, shameful thought as before crept into 
her head: Why is it so easy for me to talk dirty to him? I can't believe I'm 
doing this…

"Yeah, Trisha, yeah…take that cock back in."

The cheerleader did as she was told, grasping his slippery dick in her hand, 
guiding him into her mouth. She felt his slobbery shaft once again against her 
tongue, pressing down on it, forcing her lips open. Back and back it went, wet 
and slick, deep in her mouth, up against her throat, and…

"Agghhh!!" Trisha choked again, her coughs muffled against his dick, her eyes 
beginning to tear up as her gag reflex kicked in. This time, though, Mr. Braun 
didn't let her pull him out. His hand was firmly on the back of her head, and he 
guided her back down, forcing the cock into her mouth. Trisha let out a loud 
moan of protest, but it was stifled by his dick, and her crazed teacher took it 
as one of arousal.

"Yeah, you nasty girl! You just keep gagging on that cock!"

Trisha let him guide her mouth down on his dick, still jacking him off with her 
hand, her lips tightly locked over his soaked shaft as he firmly drove her 
forward. No, too far, she thought frantically, too far! She gagged again, her 
eyes watery and red, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to take a 
breath through her nose. But her choking only seemed to spur Mr. Braun on, and 
she felt his hand tighten on her head, gripping her by the hair, pushing her 
down. Her chest and her shoulders heaved as she choked again, her throat 
screaming out in protest as her teacher shoved his dick down it. Gurgled, 
slobbery moans slipped out of her lips as the cheerleader tried her best to 
accommodate him, opening her mouth wider then she thought possible. She could 
feel the heat of his throbbing meat piercing inside her, stuffed against the 
insides of her cheek, fucking deep. She gasped for breath as he thrust into her.


"Yeah…yeah…"

Once again, he thrust too hard, and Trisha couldn't take it anymore. She 
wrenched her head away from his grip, his cock sliding out of her lips with a 
loud smack, and lowered her head as she was overtaken by a fit of coughs and 
gags. A stream of drool dribbled onto the floor.

"Mmm…that's it, Trisha…gag on my cock." 

Finally, as she struggled for breath, the cheerleader looked back up, her eyes 
teary and red, her lips and chin covered by a thick coat of slobber, her cheeks 
flushed. Her voice was soft as she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, one 
hand still on his rock-hard meat.

"Mr. Braun…Joe…please…won't you give me an A for this test?"

Mr. Braun nodded without even pausing. "Yeah, yeah no problem Trisha…just take 
me back in your mouth…ooh yeah…"

Trisha nodded, and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She slipped the 
tip of his dick back into her drool-coated lips, letting his hand firmly shove 
her down on it. She had gotten what she wanted: an A. Now she just had to finish 
him off. For some reason, that thought seemed to relax her. Her body had been 
extremely tense, she realized, her adrenaline raging, her heart pumping. Every 
second, she had been afraid that something would go wrong, but now…he had 
promised her an A. She had gotten what she needed from him.

Mr. Braun had both hands on the back of her head now, guiding her in, gently 
thrusting with his hips. Trisha kept gasping and slurping, trying her best to 
keep up with Mr. Braun's massive, pistoning tool. She gagged several more times, 
her eyes teary, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath after 
each gag, her mouth stuffed with his dick the entire time. Saliva poured out of 
her lips, puddling on the floor. But Mr. Braun didn't let her stop, and Trisha 
didn't resist. Back and forth, she plunged her lips down his shaft. The 
cheerleader moaned, muffled and soft, locking her lips around him and letting 
them slide against his slick, throbbing flesh.

"Oooh, yeah…shove it down your throat, baby, shove it down."

Trisha's wet eyes were closed as he slid into her, but a few moments later, she 
opened them in shock. His dick was deep in her throat, far down, mashed against 
her tongue and her lips…and she wasn't choking! She was deepthroating him! 
Trisha felt like cheering, but since she couldn't, she placed her hands on Mr. 
Braun's exposed thighs instead, and began to rock her head back and forth, 
bobbing enthusiastically, feeling his shaft slide deep into her mouth.

"Holy shit…yeah Trisha…that's it…"

A few more times, the cheerleader gagged, but she was quickly getting the hang 
of it. It was a matter of relaxing her throat; she had to open it up and let the 
cock slide gently down rather than clenching it closed and trying to force it 
in. Slowly, she rocked her head against his hips, taking him in, deeper and 
deeper, moaning softly with the effort, her drool dribbling out of her lips and 
running down his shaft onto his balls. Trisha looked up at Mr. Braun, watching 
his flushed, clenched face, and couldn't help but feel a small thrill at how she 
was affecting him. He's in my control, she realized. I did this to him…I made 
him into this crazy, sweaty animal. Spurred on by the thought, she increased her 
rocking, jamming her face into his crotch, gripping his thighs as she plunged, 
watching his body tense as his dick slithered back and forth against her wet, 
tender lips. She slurped and gulped at his meat, delighted at the fact that she 
was no longer choking on him.

"Oh…oh, holy shit…" Mr. Braun's breathing was hoarse now, his entire body was 
tense. Trisha realized what was about to happen, and she kept up her eager 
bobbing, clamping down on his cock with her lips and her tongue, sucking gently. 
Her hands began to pull him forward, guiding his thighs towards her, letting him 
slide into her mouth and shimmy down her throat.

"Oh…oh shit! Oh fucking shit!" Like a crazed animal, Mr. Braun grabbed fistfuls 
of Trisha's hair in both of his hands. The cheerleader let out a muffled squeal 
of terror as he suddenly began to pound into her with vicious thrusts, using her 
mouth like a cunt, fucking her hard. Her gag reflex came back with a vengeance, 
and the cheerleader choked and heaved, tears streaming down her eyes, her cheeks 
stuffed and flushed and red. She moaned and whimpered in protest, but Mr. Braun 
didn't even hear her.

"Oh…oh fuck…oh holy shit!" Mr. Braun bucked his hips into her face, shoving his 
throbbing rod down her swollen throat. His hands wrenched her head back and 
forth, making her head spin and her hair helplessly flop in the air. She gurgled 
and coughed, drool spilling out of her lips. Desperately, she tried to push him 
off, but he was too strong. He kept plowing into her, hard and fast, choking her 
with his cock. I can't breathe…she thought frantically. Oh God, I can't breathe…

"FUUUCK!" Mr. Braun growled, and he yanked Trisha's head backwards, prompting 
another yelp of fright from the cheerleader. She was forced to look up at him, 
and she saw that he was frantically stroking his dick with one hand, while his 
other one was tightly buried in her hair, tugging her head backwards.

"Open your mouth, Trisha…" he panted. "Open your mouth…" Gasping and sputtering 
for breath, the cheerleader obeyed, parting her tired lips for him, staring up 
at his throbbing rod. Mr. Braun let out a loud groan and aimed, and then his cum 
spewed forth.

Trisha felt the streams shoot into her mouth, impacting against her tongue and 
the insides of her cheeks, sliding down her throat, thick and gooey. His cock 
spasmed and twitched as it continued to spurt, load after warm load of white 
semen, deep into her mouth. Trisha wasn't prepared, and the cheerleader gagged 
on his cum, coughing as it slipped into her unwilling throat. She frantically 
swallowed it, and she could feel the hot seed slithering down her gullet. Mr. 
Braun's cum dribbled out of his dick, plopping onto her tongue and her lips. The 
cheerleader swallowed again. Finally, his groans died down. He leaned back into 
his chair, panting for breath. Trisha leaned forward and took the tip of his 
dick, glistening with his seed, into her mouth. Her teacher let out a ragged 
moan as she sucked gently, feeling his juices slide over her tongue. She leaned 
back, swishing the cum in her mouth, curiously letting it linger on her taste 
buds. Cum was supposed to taste bad, wasn't it? That's what all the girls always 
complained about, they said it was the worst part of giving a blowjob. Hmm, 
Trisha thought as she swallowed a third time. Actually…I kinda like it. It 
tasted good to her – mostly salty but also slightly sweet, a rich, completely 
unique taste.

Mr. Braun wiped his brow. "That's a good girl, Trisha. You've done a fantastic 
job on your extra credit."

At the sound of his voice, a wave of mortification and shame swept over the 
cheerleader, and she finally realized what she had just done. I just…I just gave 
a teacher a blowjob. Even worse, she had done it all just to get a good grade. 
Her anxieties came back, now, flooding her brain. I seduced him. I talked dirty 
to him, like a slut. And worst of all…I enjoyed his cum! I can't believe it! 
This isn't me! I'm a good girl…right?

Even with her mind racing, Trisha was careful to keep up the act. She 
confidently stood up, wiping her mouth, smiling down at him as he panted. "Thank 
you so much Mr. Braun. So do you think I'll get an A?"

Her teacher nodded wearily. "An A+, Trisha. Let me know if you ever want to do 
any extra credit again."

No way! Never again! The words screamed through the cheerleader's head, but she 
just smiled, winked at him, and nodded.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 03

Trisha's shower the next day was extra long. As soon as she woke up, she felt 
confused, and a bit ashamed and dirty. Yesterday's encounter with Mr. Braun had 
been a product of panic, she had decided, panic that caused her to make a 
terrible decision, and nothing more. If she hadn't been so flustered, she would 
have realized that it was just a test, but now there was nothing to do but move 
on. Just move on, Trisha. 

Try as she might, though, she couldn't convince herself. She had worn one of her 
favorite outfits to try to take her mind off of it; her comfy, lacey pink top, 
and her frilled white skirt that stopped just below her knees. Her friend Mandy, 
the sweet thing she was, had surprised her with a croissant and cappuccino in 
between second and third period. But nothing worked. Everything felt the exact 
same, and yet, somehow, it was all different. Trisha knew that nothing was wrong 
with her, that she was still the good girl she had always been, just a good girl 
who had made a bad decision. So why did she still have that lurching, weird 
feeling in her stomach?

Just get through the day, she told herself. The worst had been saved for last; 
today AP History was her final class. She quietly snuck into the class and sat 
in the back, unassuming, deliberately avoiding Mr. Braun's gaze. Her teacher was 
acting as if nothing was wrong, lecturing and teaching as usual, dressed in the 
same suit as always. She slunk further down in her chair, and stared at the 
clock. Thirty minutes left...

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally rang. Mr. Braun's voice was 
quickly drowned out by the rising chatter of the students, eager to leave for 
the day. Trisha bolted upright in her chair, grabbing her textbook with one hand 
and her backpack with the other. She stood up quickly, smoothing out the hem of 
her skirt, and hurried to follow the rest of the class out of the room. The 
cheerleader kept her head down, looking at her feet. She was only two steps from 
the door when she heard Mr. Braun's voice ring out above the clamor.

"Trisha!"

She flinched involuntarily as she felt his hand on her shoulder. He was smiling 
down at her.

"Would you mind staying a little bit late? I have something I need to discuss 
with you."

Trisha's stomach lurched. She looked around helplessly at the students that were 
walking around her, talking happily. "Um…I really have to go, Mr. Braun, I'm 
sorry…"

"Oh, it'll only take a few minutes. Please, I insist."

"Umm…o-okay…"

Trisha stepped out of the way to let the people behind her through the door. The 
cheerleader's heart pounded as she watched the rest of the students file out of 
the room. Mr. Braun closed the door, and with a loud clank, locked it. Trisha 
gulped.

"How are you feeling, Trisha?"

The cheerleader ran a hand through her long brown hair, trying to act 
nonchalant. "Um, I'm fine. No problem. What did you want to speak to me about?"

Mr. Braun slid his hands into his pockets and began to pace. "Well, Trisha…I've 
been thinking."

"Yes?"

He turned to face her. "I've been thinking…that we should make your extra credit 
an ongoing thing."

Trisha's heart plummeted. A hot wave of fear blazed through her body. 
"Um…what…what do you mean?"

"Well, Trisha, if you'll remember, I mentioned that your grades have been 
slipping for a while now. One test won't change everything. You're going to need 
to do some more extra credit to get all those A's."

The cheerleader shifted her weight, her big brown eyes staring straight up at 
him, shocked and frightened. "Oh…no thank you Mr. Braun…I think I'm happy with 
my grades now…"

"But Trisha…you do want to pass the class, don't you?" He had stepped closer to 
her now, barely a foot away. His eyes were fixed on her, and a slight, evil grin 
was starting to trickle across his face. "You understand that you won't pass the 
class if you don't do this extra credit."

"W…what…?" Is he threatening me??

"That's a very pretty skirt, Trisha. I'll tell you what. I'll change this F+ for 
last week's homework to a C- if you take it off." His grin was wider now, 
leering down at the shuddering cheerleader. Her eyes widened in protest.

"An F+! Mr. Braun, you…you posted our grades on Monday, and for that assignment 
I –"

"No, no, Trisha. I have it right here, see?" He picked a sheet of paper off of 
his desk and waved it in front of her. It was her homework, and clearly printed 
on the top in red ink was a large F.

"But…but…"

"Now, Trisha. I am giving you a special opportunity to fix your grade. Let's get 
you out of that pretty little skirt." He took a step forward now, resting a hand 
on her shoulder, gently squeezing it. Instinctively, the cheerleader backed up, 
wriggling out of his grasp. She jumped with a start as she bumped into the desk 
behind her.

"I'm waiting, Trisha…"

The cheerleader shuddered involuntarily. Her heart was beating so fast she 
thought she might collapse. Her mind was dizzy with fright. What else does he 
want? Does he…does he want to…fuck me? She shuddered again at the thought. All 
she wanted was to get a good grade. What would he do if she refused? Would he 
fail her? Call the principal? Tell on her?

"This is your only chance to pass the class, Trisha. Take it off." 

What do I do? The cheerleader remained where she was, frozen in panic, her eyes 
wide and fearful. In a single instant, everything had spiraled so terribly out 
of control. Why is this happening? Why is he doing this to me??

"Hurry up, Trisha. I said take it off." Mr. Braun was stepping forward now, his 
arms extended, ready to pull her towards him.

"Wait!" Her voice rang out in the empty classroom, surprising even herself. 
"Wait, Mr. Braun…I mean…Joe…" Her brain spun as she grasped desperately for a 
way out. The door was locked, the halls outside were empty. Her teacher stopped, 
but he looked impatient. She knew he wouldn't wait long. Distract him. Stall 
him! It was her only hope.

"Please," she said, putting on a sweet smile, and batting her eyes. "We can…take 
our time, can't we?" She hopped onto the desk behind her, facing him, and 
crossed her legs, winking naughtily. Oh God…please let this work. Gently, she 
thrust her chest forward, arching her head back and letting out a low moan. Out 
of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Braun standing in the same place, his eyes 
wide, his hand silently massaging his crotch. It's working, she thought. He's 
staying where he is. Now she had to stall him for as long as possible.

Slowly, teasingly, Trisha ran both hands down her body, starting at her neck and 
shimmying past her shoulders, up and over her firm breasts, down her torso. She 
smiled sweetly as she gently began to pull her thin pink top up, ever so 
slightly up. Trisha uncrossed her legs as the fabric slid up to her chest, 
revealing her taut, tiny midriff. Mr. Braun's eyes were fixed on her slender 
frame, still standing, not moving. Bit by bit, as slow as possible, the 
cheerleader tugged her shirt over her chest, revealing her tits, round and snug 
against a white cotton bra. She slipped the top over her head, shaking her long 
hair back and forth to free it from the fabric. Smiling sweetly, she tossed her 
blouse onto the floor and leaned back on the desk, thrusting her chest forward. 
Mr. Braun's eyes widened as he stared at her breasts. Perched on the desk, the 
petite cheerleader was gorgeous, thin and slight but curvaceous and full in all 
the right places.

Trisha let out a soft, sensual moan as she ran her hands across her waist, 
caressing her naked flesh, gently squeezing her tits through her bra. Then, she 
hopped off of the desk, and turned around slowly for him, placing her hands on 
the desk and arching her butt in the air, wiggling it at him. She turned around 
to look, her heart thumping. It's still working. Keep going , come on…what 
should I do next? 

The cheerleader raised herself on her tippy-toes and bent over, running a hand 
over each smooth leg, up and down, all the while smiling sweetly at her teacher. 
Gently, she caught the hem of her skirt with one hand, letting it ride up her 
thigh, revealing a tiny triangle of her panties. Then, teasingly, she let the 
skirt flop back down her slender legs. Watching him over her shoulder, Trisha 
reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She unsnapped it slowly, letting the 
straps dangle on her back. Gently, she slipped one shoulder strap, then the 
other, off of her body, cupping the bra to her chest. She milked every possible 
second out of the moment, smiling at him; a cute, innocent schoolgirl. Mr. 
Braun's mouth was slack and open, and though he was standing still, he had 
unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. A lump rose in Trisha's 
throat as she saw his cock, rock-hard, bulging against his underwear. But what 
could she do? She was trapped now.

Smoothly, she turned back around, her bra still clutched to her chest, the 
straps dangling uselessly off her body. Just then, the moment hit her. She was 
stripping for a teacher. Her! Trisha! This is insane! What am I doing? The 
cheerleader knew that she had to distract him, that she had to stall him for as 
long as possible, but…This is going too far! And…where did I learn to be such a 
slut??? The final thought was so overwhelming that Trisha briefly closed her 
eyes in shame, but Mr. Braun's voice shocked her out of her thoughts.

"Come on, Trisha…show me…show me…" Her teacher was slack-jawed, eyes wide, 
staring at her as if she was not a teenager but an incredible goddess. His hand 
was rubbing at his bulging crotch.

Keep stalling! "You want to see them, Joe? You want to see my titties?" She 
lowered her face to hide it as it flushed with shame. I can't believe I'm doing 
this…I can't believe I'm saying these things….

"Yeah…fuck yeah." Mr. Braun couldn't take his eyes away from her smooth body. "I 
want to see them."

Trisha smiled as she arched her back, thrusting her chest forward for him. In 
the back of her mind, a tiny flutter of confident pride slipped through her 
shame and confusion. She was sexy…so sexy that her gorgeous body and striptease 
had somehow made Mr. Braun lose all of his composure. Teasingly, ever-so-slowly, 
Trisha lifted her hands from her chest, letting the bra fall to the floor. Her 
C-cup breasts were at full attention, perfectly round and firm, bouncy and 
bursting out at Mr. Braun. Trisha slid her hands over her chest, cupping each 
breast in turn, squeezing them, jiggling them in each hand. She watched as Mr. 
Braun slid a hand into his briefs, absentmindedly beginning to stroke his dick. 
The cheerleader kept playing with her tits, pressing them together and then 
apart, taking each one in a handful, then gently running her fingers around her 
nipples, letting him watch as they danced to her touch. Her breasts had always 
been extra-sensitive, and the feeling of her soft fingertips grazing against her 
nipples sent a soft thrill through her spine.

She lazily reached a hand down to the waist of her skirt, playfully tugging it 
to and fro, teasing him, making him think she was about to take it off. She 
slipped a finger of her other hand into her mouth, sucking on it, looking up at 
him with cute, innocent schoolgirl eyes. Then, she bent down and pulled the edge 
of her skirt up, once again revealing her panties. She grinned as Mr. Braun 
buried his hand deeper into his underwear, speeding up its stroking. Holding up 
her skirt with one hand, giving him a full view, she gently began to tug her 
panties down, sliding them over the generous lobes of her ass and down her 
slender thighs and knees. Her pussy was open to her teacher now, neatly shaved 
and pink, tender, looking eager for a hard pounding. Slowly, she slid the 
panties down, down her legs, until they were around her ankles. Gingerly, she 
lifted one foot to step out of them, and then daintily kicked with the other, 
sending the panties flying into Mr. Braun's chest. She smiled at him, batting 
her eyes, but inside, fear was bubbling inside of her. A panic-inducing thought 
had just occurred to her; she was rapidly running out of clothes to take off. 
I'm running out of things to do, she thought. And he's still rock hard…

"Yeah, yeah, Trisha…" Mr. Braun had shoved his briefs to his ankles now, his 
hard cock out in the open, one hand still jacking off. "Yeah…rub that pussy for 
me…"

The cheerleader smiled at him. Okay, Mr. Braun. Good idea. She hopped back on 
the desk, spreading her legs, holding up her skirt to reveal her pink pussy to 
him. Mr. Braun let out a groan of approval – it looked so soft and tight. Trisha 
reached a hand down and began to gently knead into her pussy with one finger. Up 
and down, she stroked her mound, and then pressed slightly into it, feeling the 
warm flesh in her fingertips.

And then, out of nowhere, a jolt of pleasure tingled through her. Trisha was 
shocked. The entire time she had been stripping, she had been concentrating only 
on stalling Mr. Braun, and on trying to figure out an escape plan. She had never 
even stopped to consider whether she was enjoying herself – it was all about 
trying to get out of this terrible situation. But now, as she gently rubbed 
against her twat, she suddenly felt a slight twinge of pleasure, deep in her 
body, struggling to break through her nervousness and fright.

I'm getting turned on??? Trisha couldn't believe it. It felt so strange and 
foreign, and yet for some reason she couldn't quite explain, her striptease had 
excited and thrilled her. She kept pressing gently on her pussy, massaging the 
lips, parting them with one finger and then squeezing them back shut. Her mind 
was frazzled, but she couldn't ignore that familiar sensation in her crotch – 
she was getting wet…

"Yeah, Trisha…yeah…rub that little pussy for me…"

"Oooh.." she cooed back. "Do you like watching me rub my pussy? You like 
watching a little cheerleader rub her pussy?"

"Yeah…yeah, Trisha…"

Trisha pressed her hand deeper into her wet cunt, feeling her juices, hot and 
pungent, ready to flow forth. She was wet now, and was losing herself to her 
pleasure. Her fingers worked away at her pussy lips, gently squeezing and 
tugging and rubbing. Trisha raised her other hand to her mouth, slipping the 
fingers between her lips, soaking them with saliva. Then, she reached down, 
spread her legs wide open, and gently slipped one of the soaked finger into her 
eager twat.

"Yeah, Trisha…yeah…"

The cheerleader's pussy was soaked now, and her flesh was hot to her touch, 
tender, aching for more. Gently, Trisha plunged the finger deep into her twat, 
and despite her situation, despite her fear, her shame, and all of her desperate 
desire to leave, she couldn't help herself…

"Ohhh…" The moan barely escaped her lips, soft and delicate. Trisha shoved the 
finger deeper insider of her, rubbing at herself with her other hand, gently 
working away as her cheeks began to grow rosy with excitement.

The voice in her head was growing fainter and fainter. This…isn't…right. How…can 
I be getting off…at a time like this? But there was no answer – coherent thought 
was quickly disappearing from Trisha's mind. She slid a second finger into her 
tender pussy, feeling the walls of her canal accept it, clamping down on it, and 
her other hand rubbed upwards, gently grinding her fingertips into her swollen 
clit.

"Ahh…oh…oh my God…" Trisha tried her best to hide back each moan but they all 
escaped from her trembling lips. The cheerleader jammed her fingers deep inside 
of her, each thrust making her body stiffen and tense with pleasure. Her 
fingertips at her clit were sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure through her 
pussy, radiating out across her body. The cheerleader closed her eyes, 
completely lost, gently rocking her body against her hands, moaning softly.

"Ohh…yesss…" She arched her back and let her head fall backward, spreading her 
legs wider, her feet curling and her shoulders rigid and stiff. She continued to 
finger-fuck herself, smelling her juices as they dribbled out of her cunt, 
savoring her warm flesh, hearing the squelch and squash as her hand dug into her 
twat. It felt so good, so unbelievably, incredibly good, and her entire body 
tingled with desire. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing. Her moans 
became squeals of pleasure, erupting out of her arched head, thrown into the 
empty classroom.

"Yess..yes…yes…"

And then, all of a sudden, Mr. Braun was there, between her spread legs, his 
hands on her waist. Trisha raised her head and looked up at him. His eyes seemed 
glazed over, as if he were possessed. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with 
anticipation.

Wait… the voice in her head cried, and Trisha opened her mouth to protest, but 
no words came out. Dazed, out of her mind with horniness, the cheerleader only 
waited obediently as her teacher eased forward, guiding his cock toward her 
soaked pussy. The voice in her head was screaming for her to push him off, to 
run away, but her thrilled, tingling body was not obeying. For a single, 
hypnotic moment, Trisha felt like a spectator in a movie, yelling at the screen 
for her body to move, to push him away, but it wouldn't obey, and she could only 
watch in a dazed horror as her hands mindlessly slid out of the way, exposing 
her twat for him, open and ready to accept his meat. It was only when the tip of 
his dick was pressed into her pussy that she managed to force something out.

"Ahhh…Joe…"

Her teacher looked up to meet her gaze, and immediately smirked. Trisha's face 
was red and flushed, her mouth slack and open. She was panting, and her bright 
brown eyes were fixated on his throbbing cock. He gently pressed his prick into 
her pussy lips, and felt the cheerleader's entire body stiffen like a board in 
response. Her hands tightly gripped the edge of the desk, and she bit down on 
her lip as she stared, with wide eyes, watching his prick push up against her 
dripping mound.

Ever so gently, her teacher slid the tip of his dick out, and then back in, 
feeling her lips engulf the head once more, slipping it just barely against her 
canal, not quite inside. He watched as the cheerleader tensed a second time, her 
entire body rigid as she waited for him to plunge into her. Trisha had her eyes 
closed now and was holding her breath as she waited for it. Still half-horny, 
still wholly confused, her mind was utterly overwhelmed, unable to digest the 
situation. All she could do was grit her teeth and wait for him to finally 
penetrate into her. But it never came.

Mr. Braun had pulled out, and was repeating the same move, gently rubbing the 
head of his dick into her pussy lips, burrowing into them but refusing to 
penetrate further. A third time, the cheerleader's body went rigid at the feel 
of him, and he barely heard a quiet moan escape from her lips.

"Ah…"

Trisha was bewildered and lost, her eyes still closed. Her body was betraying 
her, stiffening against her will, involuntarily responding to Mr. Braun's cock 
in completely unexpected ways. Then, Mr. Braun's voice broke through her daze.

"You want my cock, Trisha? You want my cock inside of you?"

Trisha knew what he wanted – more dirty talk. He wanted her to beg for his cock. 
She opened her mouth – and then something shocking happened, something 
frightening and mortifying and horrible.


"Yes! Oh God, yes, Mr. Braun, I want your dick! Please! Please, Joe, please!" 
Without even thinking, the words were spewing forth, flooding out of her mouth 
like saliva. Trisha didn't have to will herself to talk for Mr. Braun's benefit 
– the begging and pleading was gushing out by itself. Bewildered by horniness, 
Trisha's brain was suddenly overcome with a realization. I…I really do want his 
cock, she thought, terrified. These words are just coming out because…they're 
true. I want his cock. I want his cock.

Again, words spewed out of her mouth, unintended, uncontrolled. She repeated her 
thoughts out loud. "I want your cock! I want your cock!"

She didn't even have time to feel ashamed. Grunting, Mr. Braun wrapped his arms 
around the cheerleader's ass, and guided his cock into Trisha's pussy. He 
pressed hard and fast, plunging into her, stretching her open and ramming deep 
into her cunt.

Trisha cried out, her hips and legs twitching against the impact. The pain of 
her pussy being stretched was overwhelming. But then, it faded almost 
immediately, and it was replaced by an incredible pleasure, something completely 
new to Trisha: a ravenous, intense, hunger for more, an achingly powerful desire 
to be filled and stuffed. In an instant, all her hesitations disappeared, and 
she eagerly cried out for him, pushing her shame and confusion completely aside. 
She spread her legs wider in the air, offering her hips to him, awaiting his 
next thrust. I need it…oh God, I need his cock…

"Fuck me!" she cried, relishing the feeling of his dick sliding against her 
twat. "Fuck me, Joe!"

He gladly obeyed, slamming his hips forward and into her, plunging his entire 
length into her pussy. Trisha let out another cry of pain, but quickly followed 
it up with a long moan of pleasure. Mr. Braun grasped her ass firmly with both 
hands, pushing her towards him, making her meet his hips with her own. She could 
feel his balls press against her mound as he hammered into her, his entire shaft 
sliding in and out of her tight, soaking cunt.

"Oh, fuck, Trisha…fuck…"

He was bucking into her, his hips jamming into her hard, his balls slapping as 
his dick plunged into her twat. He was an animal, grinding into her, his hands 
tight on her ass, pulling her into him, taking her with every thrust. He's 
tearing me apart, she thought to herself. He's destroying me…ohhh, he's so deep.

"Oh, God, yes! Yes, Joe!" She willingly rocked up against him, meeting his 
thrusts, eagerly engulfing his shaft inside her. She shuddered in pleasure as 
she felt it ram up against the back of her pussy. He met her enthusiasm with his 
own, pistoning into her, his hips wild and thrusting, grunting hard as he worked 
her twat.

The desk rocked on its legs with their efforts, and Trisha's body slipped and 
flailed on top of it, her hair violently flopping, her tits bouncing back and 
forth. She held onto the desk for dear life, and arched her body, throwing her 
head back and screaming into the air.

"YES! YES! OH GOD YES!" 

Mr. Braun was dripping with sweat now as he hammered into her, his cock a blur 
as it pummeled her mound. Trisha's legs pumped in the air as her hips bucked, 
her chest heaving, her eyes tightly shut. The desk pitched back and forth, 
clanging loudly as one half of it slammed onto the floor and the other half was 
lifted up. Trisha rocked with it, her ass sliding back and forth as the desk 
tipped, clutching desperately to the edge so she wouldn't fall. His dick was so 
deep, still thrusting into her, piercing into her, filling and stuffing and 
cramming her till she thought she would burst.

"Yeah! Yeah, fuck your teacher, Trisha, fuck him!"

Trisha's eyes flew open, and Mr. Braun's words rushed through her, but this time 
it was not shame that she felt, but a new, carnal excitement. There was 
something dangerous and so incredibly dirty about this, bucking and fucking like 
animals, in the middle of a classroom…

"OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!!" Trisha panted with effort, pumping herself against 
Mr. Braun's throbbing dick. Any embarrassment or humiliation she had felt before 
was completely gone, and thoughts of how wrong the situation was only turned her 
on more. She was a high school cheerleader, fucking a teacher for a good grade, 
rocking back and forth for him on a desk, stripping for him, blowing him. It was 
so dirty, so terribly naughty. Dirty, nasty…the words rang out in her head. 
Naughty, filthy, so dirty…and even…slutty…

"OHHHH!!!!" Her body was flooded with pleasure, and those words pushed her over 
the edge. Trisha's entire body convulsed in a single wave, and a massive burst 
of ecstasy slithered through her, causing her to spasm along with it like a 
shockwave. Her legs trembled and her pussy clenched and quivered on Mr. Braun's 
cock. Trisha clamped her eyes shut and shuddered within her orgasm, feeling the 
hot waves of pleasure drench her body, racing through her, filling every inch of 
her flesh and making her rise. She rode it to the peak, climbing it, losing 
herself in it, her screams hoarse and ragged, ringing out through the classroom, 
and her little body jolted and shook.

"OHHH G-GODDD!!! OHHH M-MY GODDDD!!!" A single image flashed across Trisha's 
dazed mind – herself, clad only in her frilly white skirt, flopping up and down 
on a flimsy desk, letting a teacher pound into her. She trembled and shuddered 
as she came down from her climax, and slowly, as she returned back to the world, 
she opened her eyes and saw Mr. Braun grunting and groaning, driving into her, 
pounding her twitching pussy with all his strength. His hands were painfully 
firm on her ass, keeping her steady as he plunged into her. He was deep, so 
deep, and his entire weight bucked into her, thrown behind his hips, and she 
felt his ballsack press deep into her pussy lips and his entire shaft slam into 
her tight canal. His groans were louder now, much louder. It was as if he was 
trying to piece into her with his entire body, and suddenly, she realized what 
was about to happen.

"Wait!" she cried out, desperately. "Mr. Braun, we're not using any-"

"Aghh!" His groan quickly drowned out her protests. She could feel his cock 
throb and twitch inside of her, and immediately her pussy grew warm as his hot 
load spurted out of him, filling her naked, unprotected canal, spewing into her 
womb. He ground his hips into hers, his legs pressed against the desk, groaning 
as he unloaded his seed into the cheerleader's twat. Trisha could feel every 
single spurt as her pussy clenched down on him, and her cunt tingled as she felt 
some of his spunk leak out of her twat, dribbling down her crotch and onto the 
desk. He kept himself buried inside of her, panting, his arms firmly around the 
tiny cheerleader. Finally, with a loud groan, he lifted himself off of her. His 
dick slid out of her swollen twat with a loud plop, and his cum dribbled out 
with it, soaking her mound. Without thinking, Trisha reached a hand down to 
collect it, sloppily slathering it across her pussy, licking her fingers clean. 
She tasted her own juices again, salty and strong, this time mixed with the 
familiar taste of Mr. Braun. The mixture tingled on her tongue before she 
swallowed it.

It wasn't until Mr. Braun let out a hoarse, wheezing laugh that she realized 
what she was doing. She quickly stopped, her face blushing with shame. What was 
she doing? Slurping up the cum that was dribbling out of her own twat, licking 
it up, swallowing it? She had lost herself in her pleasure somehow. Something 
deep inside of her, completely unknown to her, had managed to burst through and 
take over her body, causing her to feel only lust when it should have been 
shame. Whatever that thing was, it frightened her, badly. What is wrong with 
me…?

"Mmm..just can't get enough of that cum, can you, Trisha?"

The cheerleader looked up at him. "So…Mr. Braun…am I going to pass this class?"

The teacher smirked down at her. "Well…we'll see. But I think you're well on 
your way, Trisha. You just have to keep working hard."

A look of shock and panic swept across the cheerleader's face. "But…Mr. Braun, 
you said…"

"Well, I changed my mind, didn't I, Trisha?"

No…oh no… Still perched on the desk, the cheerleader trembled slightly.

"Now, now, Trisha, don't you worry. You'll get you good grade, you will. But we 
might have to make your extra credit a weekly assignment."

The school bell rang, making Trisha jump. Mr. Braun hastily walked over to his 
desk, picking his discarded pants up off the floor. "Get dressed, Trisha. I have 
to go home, now."

Overwhelmed with terror, still unable to digest what was happening, the 
cheerleaded obeyed, gathering up her scattered clothes. She tugged her panties 
up her soaked and trembling legs. Desperately trying to accept what he had just 
said, she decided to skip the bra, stuffing it into her backpack, throwing on 
her pink blouse and smoothing it out. Her breasts bulged against the material, 
and her uncovered nipples were easily visible, but the cheerleader had much more 
important things on her mind. Even though it just happened, the past hour felt 
blurred and fuzzy in her mind. She had been so terrified when he first forced 
himself on her – she had even gone through that humiliating striptease jut to 
distract him. And then, suddenly, for no logical reason, she had let him fuck 
her anyway – offered herself to him, cumming on his cock and letting him do the 
same inside of her. What had changed? What is going on?? And even worse…he 
wanted to do this every week? Regularly? Oh God… Trisha felt like a robot, going 
through the motions, gathering her books and her bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow Trisha. You should be ready to stay late."

The cheerleader shuddered as she left the classroom. She was alone in the 
hallway; everyone else had gone home. I'm a good girl…she thought, desperately, 
trying to reassure herself. I'm a good girl…how could I have done something like 
this? This can't be real…this can't be happening to me. She struggled to keep 
her composure as she walked down the hall, her legs and her ass aching. Her 
pussy was flooded with her own juices and with Mr. Braun's cum, soaking through 
her panties, starting to dribble down her legs as she walked. If anyone had been 
around to see her, they could have seen something faintly glistening, poking out 
from the bottom of her swishing skirt, running down her leg –a thin trail of her 
teacher's seed.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 04

Two Weeks Later…

"Mmmf…ugh…yeah, Trisha…" Mr. Braun's grunts were harsh and breathless. Trisha 
closed her eyes and grimaced.

The teenager was on her hands and knees, sprawled across her teacher's desk. Her 
cheerleader's skirt and top were in a crumpled pile on the floor, discarded. Her 
unhooked bra was hanging from her shoulders, flopping uselessly as Trisha was 
rocked back and forth. Her panties had been hastily pushed to one side.

Trisha turned her head to glance behind her. Mr. Braun was sweating profusely, 
his greedy eyes fixed on the naked cheerleader in front of him. Both of his 
hands were painfully gripping her around the waist, rocking her back and forth, 
jamming her against his tool. He continued to fuck her doggy-style, his hips 
slapping as they collided with her ass.

"Uhh…yeah…fuck…"

Trisha felt one of Mr. Braun's hands on the inside of her thigh, raising her leg 
sideways off of the desk, giving him more leverage. He continued to piston into 
her, harder and faster with every stroke. The cheerleader's brown hair bounced 
across her back and down her shoulders, her tits swayed in rhythm with her tiny 
body. Mr. Braun kept a tight grip on her leg, and her raised foot flopped 
helplessly about as she let him plunge in and out of her. Perched on his desk, 
her legs stretched and open to him, the cheerleader closed her eyes, reluctantly 
letting Mr. Braun take her.

"Oh God…ohh..I'm gonna…"

No…no, please, not inside…The words rang out in Trisha's head but she knew there 
was no use in calling them out. Mr. Braun always came inside her, and refused to 
wear a condom. His hands tensed now, one planted on her slim waist, the other 
clenching her hoisted leg, so hard now that it was painful. Behind her, Mr. 
Braun was moaning and heaving, still jamming into her, rocking the cheerleader's 
body against his own. She heard his moans grow as he got closer and closer, and 
she kept her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the familiar feeling of his cock 
throbbing and pulsating in her, waiting for his seed…

"Trisha!"

The cheerleader awoke with a start. It took her a moment to regain her senses 
and realize where she was; Mrs. Dunkel's Biology class, in the back row. The 
room was darkened and the teacher was still showing her slides of plant cells. 
No one had noticed that Trisha had dozed off except for her friend Mandy.

"Are you okay?" Mandy whispered from her desk, leaning over the aisle. "You were 
muttering something. I was afraid everyone would hear you."

"Umm…yeah…" Trisha rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I 
just had a bad dream."

Mandy nodded and went back to taking notes. Dazed and still a bit sleepy, Trisha 
glanced down blankly at her own desk. Each day of the past two weeks had felt 
like an eternity, and yet when she thought of them now, they seemed like a blur. 
Even now, as she thought of that day two weeks ago, when she had fucked Mr. 
Braun for the first time, it already felt like it was in a past life. Three more 
times, he had asked her to stay afterwards, always threatening her with another 
bad grade or failed test. Three times, Trisha had vowed to herself that she 
would put an end to it, that she would refuse to be blackmailed by a teacher. 
She would just accept the grade; or maybe, she would just go and tell the whole 
thing to the principal. But three times, Trisha couldn't bring herself to do it. 
She had resigned to it, stripping off her clothes, not even bothering to find a 
way out of it like the first time, letting her teacher spread her across the 
desk or on the floor, letting him pound into her and shoot his spunk into her 
twat.

The cheerleader lowered her head and closed her heavy eyes, wracking her brain 
once more for a way out. But there was nothing. She felt tired, trapped, and 
abused. Worst of all, though, was the slight dampness in the crotch of her 
jeans, warm and sticky, indicating that her dream had done more than just make 
her mutter. It was this part of her – the carnal, uncontrollable part of her, 
the part that had made her cum the first time when she didn't want to have sex 
at all– that scared and humiliated her most of all. She still blushed at the 
thought of it. What a slut I am…Mr. Braun made me cum. I didn't even want to 
fuck him, and somehow he made me cum.

The bell rang. Mrs. Dunkel turned on the lights and everyone gathered their 
things to leave. Trisha and Mandy filed out with the rest of the class.

"Geez, Trisha, this is the third time this week you've fallen asleep in Bio."

Trisha nodded as the two walked down the crowded hallway. "I know, I know. It's 
awful. I just…I've just been so busy…"

Mandy nodded, sympathetic. "Too much homework?"

Trisha swallowed softly, and smiled at her friend. "Yeah…that, and some 
other…things."

Mandy gave her a friendly hug. "Well, get some sleep, okay? I'm getting sick of 
having to wake you up every day!"

Trisha smiled. "Yeah, I will." Just then, Britney, the head cheerleader, walked 
past them in the hall, her high-heeled boots clacking on the floor. She was 
wearing a light pink blouse with white buttons, but all of them were undone 
except for one, across her midriff. The head cheerleader's massive chest burst 
out against the fabric, looking as if it might pop the button at any moment; her 
lacy red bra was clearly visible through the thin blouse. Mandy's lips tightened 
as she watched Britney turn the corner, then she whispered in Trisha's ear, "You 
won't believe what I heard about her today."

Trisha's face perked up. She always loved gossip, even when she was feeling as 
terrible as now. "What?"

"Well…you won't believe this, but…some of the Varsity cheerleaders were talking 
about it. They said that she's filming herself in the boy's locker room, you 
know…" Mandy made a face. "…masturbating!"

Trisha's face flinched involuntarily; Britney was probably doing it with the 
exact same dildo that Trisha had stolen out of her locker a few weeks ago. 
"Really??"

"Yeah! And I heard that afterwards she sells the videos to some weird guy. It's 
so gross! I heard she waits until 8th period so no one will bother her. And then 
– oh shoot!"

The school bell had just rang. Mandy waved at Trisha and turned to race off to 
her English class. "See ya Trisha!"

Trisha waved back. "Bye!" She watched as Mandy disappeared down the hall, then 
turned to face the door of the classroom they had stopped in front of. She took 
a deep breath. On the front of the door, small black letters clearly read: Mr. 
Braun. AP History. Slowly, dreading every second of it, Trisha opened the door.

Mr. Braun was sitting at his desk, and she could feel his gaze on her, steady 
and focused, as she quietly walked to her desk. The rest of the students were 
loud and animated, chatting across the room, casual, like it was any other day. 
Finally, though, the cheerleader couldn't avoid it any longer; she stole a 
glance at her teacher, and saw him still staring at her. His eyes were hungry 
and greedy, eyeing her petite body, her sloped shoulders draped with wavy brown 
hair, her firm round breasts, tight against the fabric of her T-shirt, ample and 
curvy in contrast to her slender frame. Trisha could almost see his mind 
whirling away, mentally undressing her, ripping off her jeans, tearing away her 
bra and panties. She shamefully looked away, crossing her arms tightly over her 
chest, as if somehow that could protect her from Mr. Braun's leering stare. Her 
face flushed and she closed her eyes in shame. Mr. Braun was insatiable; she 
knew he would make her stay after class today. And there was no way out. Nobody 
could help her, because nobody…wait!

Trisha's eyes flashed open as she remembered what Mandy had said, and a thought 
came to her. Of course, there was no way she could tell her parents, or any of 
her friends. I would die before I'd let them know! God…what they would say about 
me! But Britney…now there's a thought. If there was one girl who wouldn't judge 
Trisha for sleeping with a teacher, it was definitely Britney. I mean…she's 
probably slept with half the teachers at this school! And the rumor that Mandy 
had just told her…Britney filmed herself during 8th period…the period after AP 
History. Maybe…maybe if she went to Britney and talked to her about Mr. 
Braun…maybe she could help figure out something to do…

No way! Trisha shook her head. She hardly even knew Britney; how could she 
possibly ask her for help in a situation like this? Still…she's so experienced 
in stuff like this, she could probably give me some advice …but I can't!

"Quiet down, class, quiet down, please." Mr. Braun had stood up. "Please open 
your books and start reading Chapter 12. I trust you all did your homework." 
Trisha watched as her teacher turned to return to his desk, but before he 
reached it, he turned back to face the class, and announced, "Oh, and I almost 
forgot. Trisha, please see me after class about your extra credit. You'll have a 
new assignment."

Trisha's face turned red with humiliation, and she slunk down in her chair, 
trying her best to become invisible. A couple students in the front row had 
turned in their seats to stare at her. That's it…she told herself, furious and 
embarrassed. I have to get out of this…no matter what it takes…

***

"Well, Trisha?"

The rest of the class had gone, and it was just her and Mr. Braun, sitting 
across from each other, his eyes greedy and hungry. "Aren't you going to get 
started? It's time for your extra credit."

Trisha watched in horror as her teacher stood up and began to unbuckle his belt. 
No…not again…this isn't what I meant to happen. I just wanted a good grade. 
Desperately, she looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do, what 
to say.

"Mr. Braun, please…"

Her teacher looked up. "Yes, what is it, Trisha? You're not going to try to 
dissuade me again, are you?" He let out an evil laugh.

The cheerleader's eyes were fixed on the floor. She had no idea what would 
happen; she didn't even know if Britney would be there. But anything was better 
than this…anything…

"No, but…Mr. Braun…I mean…Joe, maybe we should go somewhere else."

"Somewhere else? What do you mean?"

"I mean…" Trisha struggled to find an excuse. "Somewhere…dirtier." She flashed 
him her best attempt at a seductive smile. "Somewhere private, where we can do 
whatever we want."

Mr. Braun grinned at her, then began to rebuckle his pants. "Lead the way, 
Trisha. I was wrong about you, you know. I always thought you were the good 
girl."

Trisha nodded as she led him out of the classroom, heading towards the boys' 
locker room. I was wrong about me, too…

They arrived at the locker room a few minutes later, Trisha leading the way, 
peeking her head into the door to make sure no one could see them. It appeared 
empty. She motioned Mr. Braun in. His teacher was grinning at her, still finding 
it hard to believe that a cute cheerleader like Trisha would really want to fuck 
in the boys' locker room. The cheerleader tried to act casual as she walked past 
each aisle of lockers, frantically hoping that Britney was there. Aisle after 
aisle, they walked, seeing only empty benches and discarded football gear. With 
each step, Trisha's heart sank and her stomach lurched. She's…not here…

"Well, Trisha, I –"

Mr. Braun stopped in mid-sentence. Trisha stopped too. They had both heard the 
same thing – a soft, straining moaning. A girl's moan. The cheerleader's teacher 
looked down at her, confused. Trisha shrugged up at him, pretending not to know 
what it was, secretly praying that it was Britney. They tiptoed down the aisles, 
stopping as they reached the last one.

And there she was. Britney's tall, beautiful body was sprawled across a bench, 
her long smooth legs spread in the air, her curly blonde hair freely splashing 
across the bench and onto the floor. Her taut, flat stomach was breathing in and 
out as she moaned. She was massaging one of her massive tits; Trisha watched in 
amazement as Britney pulled it upwards to her lips, and the head cheerleader 
extended her tongue, licking her own boob, flicking at her nipple. Her other 
hand was plunging a massive dildo into her pussy, and Trisha immediately 
recognized it – the same dildo that she had masturbated with before, the dildo 
that had made her late to AP History and gotten her into all this trouble. 
Gently, the head cheerleader rocked her gorgeous body back and forth, letting 
the toy thrust into her. A camera was set up on a tripod at the end of a bench, 
pointed straight down at her twat, catching the entire thing. The head 
cheerleader kept moaning, oblivious to the two newcomers, her enchanting blue 
eyes staring straight into the camera lens.

"Mmm…oooh…fuck…" Slowly, sensually, Britney ran her hand over her body, starting 
at her flushed cheeks and her moaning lips, sliding down her chest and over her 
massive globes, across her thin waist and her flared hips. The dildo kept 
fucking, plunging deep, and the head cheerleader's juices dribbled down her 
crotch.

Trisha's jaw had dropped at the sight, and she had stared in silence as Britney 
continued to fuck herself. Mr. Braun, however, was not so subtle. He stopped 
mid-step and stumbled backwards, shouting in alarm.

"What the-"

At the sound, Britney whirled around, toppling off the bench, sliding the dildo 
out of her pussy as she looked around to find who had spoken.

"Who the fuck…oh." The head cheerleader's eyes fell on Trisha and Mr. Braun, and 
she stood up and smiled confidently at them.

"Hey there, Trisha."

Trisha was taken aback. "You…you know who I am?"

"Of course I do, hun. You're on the cheerleading team, aren't you? How's it 
going?"

Trisha was amazed. Britney was standing in front of them, completely naked, her 
pussy dripping and a soaked dildo in her hand. And yet, she was talking to them 
like she had just met them walking down the street.

"Um…"

"What are you doing in the boys' locker room? And who's your friend?" Britney 
gestured at Mr. Braun. Trisha turned to see that her teacher's face had gone 
limp at the sight of Britney's unbelievable body, his mouth hanging open, his 
eyes fixed on her heaving boobs, unable to look away or even to blink.

"You like 'em?" Britney asked, grinning at him. She thrust her chest forward and 
wiggled it slightly, and Trisha saw Mr. Braun's eyes widen as Britney's tits 
danced back and forth across her chest. The head cheerleader was much taller 
than Trisha, at least 5'7", but her frame was just as slender, and her long, 
smooth legs were stretched out, slightly bent, as she stood naked on the locker 
room floor. Trisha couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she marveled at 
Britney's body. How does she stay so thin?

"Yeah…yeah I like them…" Mr. Braun sputtered out, his eyes so huge that Trisha 
thought they might pop.

Britney glanced at Trisha. "So what's going on, hun? I'm in the middle of a 
video shoot, as you can see." She gestured lazily back towards the still-running 
camera, and laughed.

Trisha glanced down at her feet. How could she explain this to Britney? "Well, 
I…um…I've been doing some…extra credit with Mr. Braun, and-"

"Extra credit? In the boys' locker room?" Britney arched an eyebrow.

Still looking down, Trisha shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Well…I didn't do 
so well on a test, so…"

Britney grinned at the nervous JV cheerleader. "Ohhh…I get it. Giving the 
teacher a little loving so you can get some back, huh? I've been there. It's 
fun." She laughed again

Trisha looked back up, a trifle insulted at Britney's insinuation. "No! It's 
not…it's not like that…" But it was, she realized, it was exactly like that, and 
as insulted as she felt, she knew that it wasn't justified. Britney is 
completely on the mark…she's right about me.

Britney shrugged. "It's not, huh? Well, okay. Then why are you here?"

Trisha hung her head in shame. "I…well…okay, I guess you're right."

"Shit, hun, don't look so depressed. Just tell me what you need."

"I…um…well, I was wondering if you could help out."

The class slut looked confused. "Help out? What, you can't fuck him by 
yourself?" Mr. Braun still seemed to be stuck in a daze, and his slackened mouth 
gurgled slightly at her words.

"No, it's just…" Trisha looked up at Britney. Her mouth moved soundlessly, her 
eyes pleading and close to tears. She was shifting back and forth now, nervous, 
unable to explain the situation in front of Mr. Braun. Please…she silently 
begged, her desperate gaze fixed on Britney's face. Please help me…

A different look swept over the head cheerleader's face, and Britney suddenly 
nodded. "Hmm…let me guess…you want me to join in?" But there was a hidden note 
in her voice, and Trisha immediately knew that she understood.

"Y-yes…I thought maybe you'd want to. You know, um…the more the merrier."

Britney grinned. "Yeah, the more the merrier. Sure, hun. That sounds fun. This 
dildo's been getting a little boring for me, anyway." The head cheerleader 
turned to Mr. Braun. "What do you think, buddy? Want to try out another pussy?"

Mr. Braun gurgled again. "Whaa…yeah….fuck yeah!"

"Well get your clothes off then. Hurry up! Let's fuck!"

Mr. Braun frantically obeyed, unbuckling his belt and ripping his pants off so 
fast that he started to trip on them. Trisha looked up at Britney, watching her 
laugh. Their eyes met.

"Thank you," she mouthed, her eyes bright and grateful. "Thank you so much."

As Mr. Braun desperately tugged his shirt over his head, Britney leaned down to 
whisper in Trisha's ear. "No problem, hun. Cheerleaders gotta look out for each 
other, don't they?" She grinned, and Trisha responded with a smile and a slight, 
thankful nod.

Mr. Braun had kicked off all of his clothes, and now he was standing, staring at 
Britney, his dick rock hard and at attention. The head cheerleader smirked.

"Fast little fucker, aren't you? What are you waiting for? Bring that cock over 
here."

Mr. Braun did as he was told, and as soon as he reached her he grabbed her tits, 
letting out a groan as he felt the soft flesh, much more than a handful, too 
much to squeeze all at once. He massaged them, pushed them back and forth, 
watching eagerly as they pressed against each other and bounced in his hands, 
following them with his eyes, like a child with two massive pieces of candy.

Britney laughed. "Guess you approve of them, huh?"

"Yeah…yeah…"

The head cheerleader grinned at Trisha as she slowly sank to her knees. Trisha 
could only stand where she was, watching in amazement as the class slut slipped 
the head of Mr. Braun's dick into her full, pouty lips. Her teacher let out a 
shocked, loud groan.

"Holy shit!" 

Britney's bright blue eyes winked up at him as she sucked, her tongue gently 
running around the tip of his cock, one hand cupping his balls. She continued 
like this for a moment, sucking gently, letting him savor the feeling. Then, 
without warning, the head cheerleader plunged her head forward, letting his 
shaft sink so easily into her lips that it seemed to Trisha that it was 
disappearing. Mr. Braun half-gasped and half-choked as Britney throated the 
entire length of his rod, her slobbery lips locked around his balls, her nose 
pressed against his belly. In spite of herself, Trisha's jaw dropped as she 
watched Britney effortlessly slide the dribbling cock out of her mouth, then 
plow back forward, gobbling the entire thing down once more, jamming her face 
into Mr. Braun's stomach.


"Holy…fuck…Jesus…fuck!" Mr. Braun couldn't seem to string together a sentence as 
he gasped for breath, and he reached down to press Britney's head into his hips, 
shoving her lips against his balls. The head cheerleader slurped and drooled at 
his meat, and Trisha watched in awe as Britney's tongue flicked out from beneath 
Mr. Braun's throbbing rod, and began to lightly lick at his balls, making him 
twitch as she caressed the soft flesh. Finally, with a slobbery squelch and a 
loud gasp, Britney pulled her head off of Mr. Braun's dick, breathing hard. 
Trisha remembered her own choking, gasping attempts at deepthroating Mr. Braun, 
how it had cut off her breathing entirely. She was astonished at how easily 
Britney was doing it. Mr. Braun's hands were still resting on Britney's head, 
his cock coated and dribbling with the head cheerleader's drool. He wheezed as 
he tried to recover, and Britney smirked up at him.

"Like that, huh?" She reached up with one hand and began to stroke his slick 
meat.

"Uh…fuuuck…..yeah…." Mr. Braun closed his eyes and kept moaning as Britney 
jacked him off with one hand. The head cheerleader took the chance to glance 
over at Trisha, slack-jawed, still standing, frozen. Britney laughed at Trisha's 
reaction, and it seemed to jolt the girl out of her daze. Trisha closed her 
mouth and lowered her eyes, blushing.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, hun," Britney told Trisha, grinning. Then, she 
stood up and walked back over to the bench. A moment later, Britney was on her 
hands and knees on the bench, her naked ass and her pink, still-soaked pussy 
raised in the air.

"Come on, buddy," she said, turning her head back to smile and wink at him. 
"Make me scream."

Mr. Braun rushed forward, placing his hands on Britney's round ass, positioning 
himself behind her. With Trisha, he always took his time, relishing the moment, 
but now he seemed too eager to control himself. With a single motion, he plunged 
his throbbing tool into Britney's cunt, and the force of it sent the head 
cheerleader's body sprawling forward, before she bucked back against him and let 
out a loud yell.

"FUCK yeah! Fuck me!" Britney stretched out her arms and planted her hands on 
the far end of the bench, pushing against it for leverage and jamming herself 
into Mr. Braun's hips. The teacher was grunting and groaning now, his hands firm 
on Britney's hips, plowing into her with all his might. Each of his hard thrusts 
were so powerful; and they were thrusts that Trisha knew so well; that she had 
felt herself, countless time, powering into her own teenage cunt. Now, as she 
watched Mr. Braun subject Britney to the same treatment, she was amazed by the 
fierceness of his fucking. His face was fixed in an animalistic sneer, his gaze 
focused on Britney's, round, taut ass, wiggling with the force of his dick 
plunging in and out of her twat. His hands were buried deep in Britney's 
asscheeks, yanking them toward him, forcing the head cheerleader's stunning, 
slender body to engulf his cock.

"That's it, baby! Oh fuck, yeah!" Britney's cries were mixed with Mr. Braun's 
moans and the fleshy slap of his balls smacking against her pussy. The head 
cheerleader's back was rigid and arched, her ass raised to give Mr. Braun better 
access to her twat. Her head was turned and she was watching him piston into 
her, her long hair flopping with the force of his thrusts. Her eyes were wild 
and excited, her pouty lips parted as she wailed.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" It occurred to Trisha, as she watched Britney throw 
and buck herself against Mr. Braun's shaft, that the head cheerleader might be 
faking her pleasure, simply for Mr. Braun's enjoyment. But she couldn't be sure: 
Britney was so convincing, with her body stiff and squirming against him, her 
eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. And either way, it seemed to have worked on Mr. 
Braun. Trisha's teacher was throwing his entire weight into fucking the head 
cheerleader, his hips jamming back and forth like a machine, his entire shaft 
disappearing into Britney's cunt. The force of each thrust rocked the 
cheerleader across the bench, but she would always catch herself and buck back 
against him, and the slam! of their hips colliding reverberated through the 
empty locker room.

"Ahhh…fuuuuck…" Mr. Braun groaned as he pumped into her, sweat now dripping down 
his face. Britney grinned back at him and let out a loud moan of her own. The 
head cheerleader had started out kneeling on the bench, but now she rearranged 
herself, straddling the bench and planting both feet on the floor. She kept her 
hands placed on the far end of the bench and had her knees sharply bent; now, 
she was leaning into Mr. Braun, putting the entire weight of her body into 
bucking against his cock, pushing with her legs and her arms, fucking with all 
her might. Mr. Braun responded by bending over her, grabbing her by the 
shoulders, helping Britney jam her body into his cock with even more force, 
letting her impale herself on his meat. Britney's head was hanging, her hair 
spilling over the bench, her entire body thrown into fucking the teacher, and 
she let out a loud scream.

"Yes!!! Oh fuck yes!!!" She was leaning all of her body into Mr. Braun's hips, 
her legs straining and her ass sticking out far behind her. With each thrust, 
Trisha was almost certain that she would topple over, but she kept her balance, 
powering her ass deep against the teacher, and his dick speared into her, thick 
and hard, piercing and stretching her dripping pussy. The power of their fucking 
was so strong that Trisha could see it rippling through Mr. Braun's thigh 
muscles and Britney's slender legs.

All of a sudden, Trisha realized it. This is my fantasy…she thought. It was 
always the same, whenever she masturbated, the same fantasy that she played over 
and over in her head: some random stranger, fucking her, in some random room, in 
some random encounter. No matter what, that image never failed to get her off. 
It was the fantasy that she had played through her mind when she masturbated 
with Britney's dildo two weeks ago…and now, Britney was re-enacting that fantasy 
in real life for her, recklessly and wildly fucking a teacher that she had just 
met. A stranger and a girl, fucking in a room, not even knowing each other or 
what they're doing there…just a random, dirty, nasty fuck. Britney doesn't even 
know who Mr. Braun is. And yet, here she was, yelling out slutty words as she 
slammed her body against his dick, not even caring that Trisha was still there, 
watching. 

Absentmindedly, one of Trisha's hands pressed through the fabric of her jeans, 
against her crotch, and the cheerleader gasped as she realized that she was 
soaking wet. It was wrong, it was so wrong, but…watching them fuck had turned 
her on. Just like my fantasy…she said to herself, over and over, and her pussy 
was aching now, wet and tender, desperately crying out to be touched.

Britney had raised her head, and Trisha could see now that her eyes were closed, 
her mouth slackened and open as she moaned her pleasure, her body powering into 
Mr. Braun's hips, her pussy swollen and filled with Mr. Braun's shaft. Trisha's 
hand snuck to the zipper of her jeans, and without even thinking, the 
cheerleader undid the button and yanked the zipper down. Now, she slipped her 
hand down her jeans, under her panties, her body flushing with anticipation as 
her fingertips slowly snaked down the smooth skin of her crotch. 
Ohh…ohh…right…there!

Trisha's entire body went rigid as her fingers parted her wet pussy lips, gently 
massaging them. Standing off to the side against the lockers, Trisha now 
slightly spread her legs, burying her hand deeper into her panties, kneading her 
eager flesh. She was barely even aware of what she was doing; all she could 
think about was Britney and Mr. Braun, and the way they so closely matched her 
wildest fantasies, and the eager, unquenchable fire that was slowly spreading 
through her pussy.

And so Trisha didn't notice when Britney, panting and red in the face, turned 
her head to see the JV cheerleader standing to the side, her eyes glazed, her 
legs spread and stiff, her hand gently grinding against her crotch. Mr. Braun 
had forgotten about Trisha now; he was focused only on plunging into Britney's 
soft, tender twat. But Britney carefully watched, with a curious glint in her 
eyes, as Trisha continued to gently rock and moan

Trisha's eyes were closed now, and although she was still listening to Britney's 
squeals and the loud slaps of their fucking, she was off in her own world. She 
was biting down gently on her lower lip, her hand working away at her own pussy. 
Her face was overcome with pleasure, but it was mixed with a kind of tense 
reluctance. Britney recognized it immediately; Trisha was ashamed of it, and she 
resisted it, but in the end, the girl couldn't help but give in to her own 
desperate horniness. The head cheerleader grinned and watched Trisha timidly 
masturbate only for a moment longer. Then, she turned her head back to Mr. Braun 
and let out a scream, even louder than before.

"Come on, baby! I want your cum! Cum for me, baby!"

Trisha's eyes flew open, and she saw them still bucking furiously, Britney's 
entire body bent and rigid as she plowed herself into Mr. Braun. Britney's words 
raced through her, exciting and thrilling her, and her fingers dug deeper into 
her own twat, kneading into her aching flesh. Her screams just grew louder…is 
she about to cum? 

Just then, Trisha thought she caught a flicker in Britney's eyes; the head 
cheerleader had glanced over at her. Did she just…look at me? Trisha's mouth 
widened in shock. She was acutely aware of what she was doing, now that someone 
else's attention was focused on her, but it didn't even matter; she couldn't 
stand it any longer. Her pussy was drenched and aching, and she plowed her hand 
even further into her panties. Her fingers were slippery with her wetness, 
sliding up and down and across the ridges of her twat, burrowing into the soft, 
tender crease of her cunt, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure racing through 
her body. For an instant, each wave seemed to relax her body, to free her from 
the desperate, wild lust she felt radiating through her. But the next instant, 
the need, the ache, it all returned, and Trisha could only rub her hand even 
harder against her soaked pussy.

"Oh FUCK yeah! Pound that pussy! Pound it hard!" Britney was screaming so loud 
now, her frenzied voice echoing across the rows of lockers, her chest heaving. 
Incredibly, she sped up her wild bucking, throwing her body back and forth, 
plowing her dripping twat against Mr. Braun's dick. Her hair and her tits 
flailed, and Trisha thought she saw, once more, the head cheerleader's eyes 
flicker over in her direction. It was almost as if Britney was gauging Trisha's 
reactions, as if she was putting on a show for Trisha's benefit.

"YEAH! FUCK ME!" Britney kept screaming, and as she thrashed and fucked, she 
reached a hand backwards, and with a stinging SMACK, spanked her own ass, her 
fingers spread wide, clutching at her own jiggling buttcheek. She did it one 
more time: SMACK! Already, Trisha could see the bright red handprint forming on 
the head cheerleader's ass. For some reason, Britney's move turned on her on 
even more, and the JV cheerleader couldn't help digging her other hand down her 
panties, fitting a second set of fingers among the first, this time gently 
tweaking the swollen button of her clit. She was breathing hard now, as she 
watched. Britney's entire body was sharply arched and her ass was still stuck 
out, powering into Mr. Braun's dick as she continued to spank herself. Mr. Braun 
was now drenched in sweat, and from the crazed look on his face, he wouldn't 
last much longer against Britney's wild fucking.

SMACK! Another hard spank. "Come on, buddy! FUCK me!" SMACK! "Fuck that tight 
little pussy!"

SMACK! "Ughhh…okay...I'm gonna…oh God…"

Just as with Trisha, Mr. Braun pistoned his hips deep into Britney's, burying 
his throbbing dick in her twat, ready to shoot his load deep inside of her. His 
hands were tight on her now-bright red ass. But the head cheerleader was faster 
than him. She wriggled out of his grasp, and leaned her body forward at the same 
time as she reached back and grabbed his exposed cock with one hand. Mr. Braun 
didn't even have time to be shocked, because his climax had already started. As 
Britney jacked him off, his cum shot forth, flying through the air and 
splattering across Britney's swollen ass, gooey white against bright, fleshy 
red. His seed kept coming, spurting as his cock throbbed, thick ropes of cum 
that stretched across the entire globe of Britney's butt, slowly beginning to 
dribble down the backs of her thighs. Finally, when Mr. Braun seemed to be out 
of cum, Britney gently squeezed the tip of his dick with her thumb and her 
forefinger, milking it, wiping the extra cum off and catching it in her 
fingertips. Then, she raised her arm back up in the air.

SMACK! Once more, Britney spanked herself. This time, though, the sound was not 
only hard and snapping; it included a wet squelch, as the head cheerleader's 
hand slapped the cum that was coating her. Trisha's eyes widened as she stared. 
Britney raised her hand for another spank, and Trisha could see that her 
teacher's seed had been splattered all over Britney's backside; what were once 
fat lines of spunk were now a sticky, gooey mess. Again, with a wet SMACK, 
Britney spanked herself, and this time, she smeared her hand across her bright 
red ass, spreading the white spunk everywhere. Some of it stuck to her 
fingertips as she caressed her hoisted butt; more of it dribbled down her 
generous curves, coating her in a thin, glistening film of cum.

Trisha didn't even know it, but both of her hands were working furiously now as 
she watched, one rubbing frenziedly at her pussy lips, sliding the fingertips in 
and out of her tender twat, the other massaging her clit with equal fervor, back 
and forth and up and down. As one, her entire body was straining against the 
pleasure radiating through her pussy; her legs and arms were painfully rigid, 
her feet sharply curved as she raised herself onto her tip-toes. She was panting 
now, slack-jawed, as she watched Britney oil her ass with Mr. Braun's seed. Wow…

Trisha glanced at Britney's face; she wanted to see the head cheerleader's 
expression as she played with Mr. Braun's juices. But she received a huge shock. 
Britney was starting right at her; her eyes focused on her body as she 
masturbated, her face fixed in a curious, slightly amused expression. For a long 
moment, the two cheerleaders were frozen, watching each other, Trisha's hands 
still buried in her panties, Britney's hands still caressing her cum-coated 
butt. Finally, Trisha tore her eyes away, and though she kept her fingertips 
buried in her soaked pussy, she stopped her frantic rubbing. At last, her shame 
seemed to have risen once more, overtaking her lust.

Britney stood up then, and her gorgeous, flushed body stretched out in front of 
Trisha as she walked forward. Her ass was still bright red and glistening with 
Mr. Braun's seed. The head cheerleader stopped in front of Trisha, looking down 
at her, still looking partially curious and partially amused. Finally, she 
licked her lips, grinned, and leaned down to whisper.

"You're pretty hard to read, Trisha. You're not what I expected."

Trisha blinked at her. She doesn't understand why I would try to get out of 
having sex with Mr. Braun, and then would get off at watching him fuck someone 
else. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Come to think of 
it…why DID I get off watching them have sex?

But she didn't have time to come up with an answer. Mr. Braun, who had sank to 
the floor of the locker room in his exhaustion, had suddenly stood up, his 
finger to his lips.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered. The three of them froze where they were, 
listening intently. After a moment, Trisha heard it. Footsteps. They were faint 
and distant, but they were unmistakable.

"Someone's coming!" she gasped, softly. Britney quickly shushed her.

A voice called out. "Hello? Is someone here?" It was the principal!

"Shit!" Britney whispered, and in a blur, she had disappeared around the corner, 
grabbing the camera off the bench and sprinting into one of the locker room's 
bathroom stalls. She was distinctly unconcerned with her clothes and dildo on 
the floor, but for some reason, she didn't want to be seen with the camera.

More footsteps. "Hello? I thought I heard something."

Still in shock, still with both hands buried in her jeans, Trisha turned to see 
Mr. Braun wrenching open the window, climbing through it with surprising 
agility.

"Wait, Mr…."

"Trisha!" The principal was standing at the end of the aisle, looking completely 
shocked. He could still see the figure of Mr. Braun, but the teacher was facing 
away from him, running across the field, fleeing the scene. Britney had also 
hidden herself well, and so it was only Trisha, alone, her jeans still 
unbuttoned, standing in the middle of the scene. The two piles of clothes and 
the fat, long sex toy on the floor were unmistakable.

"Principal Johnson, I…I…"

"Trisha, I…I can't believe this! That man…you and…he were…"

"Principal, no…please…"

"Let's go, Trisha. Right now. Put your clothes on. We're going to my office."

Trisha obeyed him, her lip trembling, her entire body weak with terror. Out of 
the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of feet moving behind one of the 
bathroom stall doors. She could tell the principal, she realized. Britney was 
trapped in one of the stalls, she could rat her out, get them both into trouble. 
But could she really do that, after Britney had helped her out?

"Well, Trisha? What are you waiting for?

Trisha looked up. "…No…n-nothing, Principal Johnson. I'm sorry." She hastily 
buttoned up her jeans, and followed the principal out of the locker room, 
without a word.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 05 

Trisha sat quietly in the chair across from the principal, frozen with fear. 
What was going to happen to her? To be caught in the boys' locker room like 
that…and by the principal! She hadn't even been having sex – it was only Britney 
and Mr. Braun – but it didn't matter. Principal Johnson was a huge man, strong 
and imposing, and with a mean-looking face; he was well-suited for his job. He 
was always intimidating to most of the students, and the cheerleader was no 
exception. Right now he was sitting across from Trisha, staring straight at her, 
his hands resting on his desk. Oh God…will he force me to tell him the entire 
thing? What I've been doing with Mr. Braun? That I did it all to get a good 
grade? She trembled slightly, clutching her hands together.

"Trisha, this is a very big deal. I can't believe that I caught you doing 
something like this. You don't seem like that kind of a girl."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know. I just…"

"You're a good student, you work very hard. Everyone on the cheerleading squad 
seems to like you. Trisha, I would have thought that you were a very good girl."

Trisha tried to protest. "Please, Principal…I just-" But she didn't know what to 
say. She couldn't tell him why they were in the locker room; she couldn't tell 
him that she had been having sex with Mr. Braun. After that, what was left?

"Evidently, you are not a very good girl."

Trisha couldn't think of anything to say, so she kept still, her face red with 
shame.

"I think it goes without saying that you will be punished for what I've caught 
you doing. Can you think of an appropriate punishment for what you did? Hmm?"

The cheerleader looked up at the principal. He was still staring straight at 
her.

"Umm…I don't…know."

"Well, speak up. Suggest something."

"I could…umm…I could go to detention, I guess."

The principal quickly shook his head, and barked out a laugh, making the 
cheerleader jump in her chair. "Trisha, detention is for the students who run in 
the hallways, or who talk during study hall. Detention is something very normal 
for a student, and what you did is clearly not normal." He fixed his gaze on her 
again, and Trisha thought for a moment that there was something strange about 
his look.

"Well…um…I...mean…you could suspend me?" Trisha was too scared and frazzled to 
think of anything else to say. He won't stop staring at me…he must be really 
mad. What is he going to do to me…?

"Suspension isn't enough, Trisha." He shook his head a second time, still 
staring at her, and the frightened cheerleader winced. "You must understand that 
what you did is very, very wrong. You are going to have to be appropriately 
punished. We should come up with a proper punishment for what you did, don't you 
think?"

"Umm…okay." Trisha looked down at her lap. Her T-shirt was a bit wrinkled, her 
jeans hastily buttoned. Even as she looked down, Trisha could feel the 
principal's eyes on her, blazing right at her. Suddenly, Trisha began to feel 
uncomfortable. Principal Johnson wouldn't stop staring at her…what is he 
thinking about…? She risked a glance up at the principal and saw that his gaze 
was still fixed on her, but now it was starting to lower, directed at her body 
and not her face. There was definitely something strange about it. 
Instinctively, the cheerleader straightened out her blouse, pulling it down and 
making sure it covered her midriff. She crossed her legs, too, very tightly, and 
looked up just in time to see the principal's gaze following her legs as they 
moved.

"Maybe…I should be suspended for longer, I guess…" Her voice was strained now, 
and slightly desperate.

Principal Johnson stood up, and then, for the first time, Trisha saw it. That 
strange glint in his eyes, it was animalistic, carnal. A glint of evil.

"No, no, darling. You're still not understanding. I caught you having sex in the 
locker room. You need a proper punishment for that."

Trisha looked up at him with a confused look on her face, but she was starting 
to realize what he wanted. She saw the look again in his eyes; a desire to take 
her, to fuck this young girl, who he probably thought was just the regular high 
school slut. He thought he had seen her having sex with another teacher, and now 
he felt entitled to the same service. Involuntarily, Trisha's hands went to her 
lap, as if they could somehow shield her from Principal Johnson's lust. 
Desperately, she continued to feign innocence. "What…what do you mean, Principal 
Johnson?"

"What, Trisha, you're still not getting the idea?"

Trisha swallowed, hard. No…I get the idea more than you know…

"I want you to fuck me liked you fucked Mr. Braun."

Trisha gasped. He knew it was Mr. Braun?"

"Yes, dear, that's right. I saw you. Both of you. I saw what a little slut you 
are. And I want you to ride up and down on my dick and tell me how much you love 
it. I want you to act like the dirty little slut you are."

Trisha looked up in horror at his words. Half of her was rife with indignation 
and anger at his words – she wasn't a slut! Not like Britney, anyway. Mr. Braun 
forced me into it! But the other half of her was overcome with horror. Principal 
Johnson was such a powerful man, and he could easily force himself upon her. She 
shivered in fear at the thought; it was as if her entire body was radiating with 
terror. Frazzled, she tried to think of the best way to call for help, but the 
principal seemed to read her mind.

"The door is locked, Trisha. And the secretary is away on an errand. She's the 
only one that could hear you."

Trisha shivered again. "Principal Johnson, I-I'm…I'm not that kind of girl. I 
just…you have the wrong idea."

Principal Johnson barked out a laugh. "The wrong idea? Who are you trying to 
fool, Trisha, me or you?" The principal was massaging his crotch now, eyeing the 
young cheerleading up and down with hungry eyes. "Out of nowhere, your grades in 
Mr. Braun's class start shooting up. I figured you were just trying harder, but 
I should have known better, shouldn't I? You were really just fucking him in the 
boys' locker room this entire time. Don't try to convince me, Trisha. I know 
what a slut you are."

"No…no, that's not true…" Trisha closed her eyes and fiercely shook her head, 
but the words pierced through her like a knife. Feelings of fear, desperation, 
and humiliation bubbled up inside her, growing until she felt like she would 
burst. "Please, Principal Johnson…"

"No pleading. I've already made my decision. This is your punishment. This is 
the punishment of a slut."

Trisha shuddered at the word. Is he right? Am I a slut? Am I as bad as Britney? 
"Please, Professor…I don't… I don't want to." Why is he doing this to me?

"All right, Trisha, that's enough. Get up." Principal Johnson was apparently 
getting impatient. He walked around the desk to her chair, standing next to her, 
waiting for her to obey.

Terrified, Trisha found herself glued to the seat, unable to move, her trembling 
hands clutching the edge of her chair. This was so different than the first time 
with Mr. Braun; he had been so hesitant, and it had been Trisha who finally had 
to make the move. But Principal Johnson was so frightening, demanding sex from 
her, insulting her, threatening her. She looked up at him. "Principal, 
please...I'm not that kind of girl! I just want to be treated like everyone 
else."

"Trisha, I told you to get up. Take off your jeans. I won't ask again."

"Please, Principal…please just let me –"

"I said GET UP!" With frightening power and speed, Principal Johnson seized 
Trisha by the arm and yanked her to her feet. The petite cheerleader squealed in 
terror as he grabbed her around the waist, squeezing her tender flesh, handling 
her like a weightless doll. His powerful hands turned her towards his desk and 
shoved her body against it, her hips painfully colliding with the front edge of 
his desk. Trisha let out another cry of fear and pain as Principal Johnson 
shoved her face down, forcing her to bend over the desk at the waist, leaving 
her butt shamefully vulnerable to him. The cheerleader's hair spilled out across 
his computer's keyboard. Her hands desperately clawed at the air as she tried to 
free herself, but he had one hand firmly planted between her shoulders, pinning 
her. Grinning to himself, he slid his free hand up the side of one of her 
slender, trembling thighs.

"Oooh…You've got such a tight body, Trisha."

"Please, don't…please…" Trisha struggled, trying to wriggle her upper body out 
from under him. She kicked her legs away from his hand, but he grabbed them and 
held them still. Trisha let out a loud whimper as Principal Johnson positioned 
himself behind her, feeling the rub of his bulging crotch against the seat of 
her jeans. Then, she felt his hand fumbling around her waist, trying to reach 
the zipper of her jeans. Whimpering, Trisha desperately twisted away from his 
grasp, but he grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled her back towards 
him. 

With a single motion, he snatched the button of her jeans and ripped hard, and 
the cheerleader winced at the snap as it popped off. Still pinned to the desk, 
she could only struggle and kick as he began to tug her jeans down to her knees. 
She felt his hand slide up her bare legs and under the globes of her exposed 
ass, and she shuddered in fear and disgust. Why is this happening? How could he 
treat her like this? Her head spun as she desperately struggled. She had gone to 
the boys' locker room to get out of having sex with Mr. Braun…now she was about 
to be raped by Principal Johnson. No! She kept begging.

"Please, Principal, I want to leave!"

"Shut up, Trisha." The hand kept squeezing, massaging her tender ass.

"No, no…please…"

"Shut UP you BITCH!" The hand slid out from under her legs, and a later, Trisha 
felt it grab a large handful of her hair. She yelped loudly in pain as her head 
was yanked up, the rest of her body still pinned. She felt Professor Johnson's 
mouth inches from her ear.

"You shut your mouth, you god damn whore, you got that? You're going to take it 
like a good little slut. Don't fucking ask me to stop again. Do you understand?"

Trisha burst into tears, her cries of pain becoming sobs of humiliation. This is 
really going to happen, she realized. Principal Johnson was not a man, he was an 
animal, and to him Trisha was just a body to be fucked, just a pleasurable hole 
to be pounded with his dick. Her lips trembled, and she let out another 
frightened yelp as Principal Johnson viciously shoved her head back down onto 
the desk. Whimpering and sobbing, the cheerleader let her head sag, and she 
closed her eyes and grimaced as she felt his hand at her ass once more, slipping 
beneath the top of her panties. He forcefully yanked them down to her knees 
along with her pants, exposing her pink, tender twat. Now her legs were pinned 
together, and she could only squirm her waist back and forth.

"Mmm…this looks so hot and tight. I'm gonna enjoy stretching you out, darling."

Trisha twisted at his words, but to no avail. Principal Johnson had her trapped, 
the weight of his body pressing her against the desk, forcing her to bend over 
for him. He slipped a finger of his free hand into her light pink twat, feeling 
the soft flesh. As her cunt slowly slid open to accept him, the cheerleader's 
entire body trembled with shame.

"Please, Principal…please…" Trisha kept sobbing, but now her voice was 
different; softer, and more distant. She had stopped struggling too, for the 
most part; her legs still twitched away from his touch, but that was it. Johnson 
chuckled. The girl had given up. She knew that this was going to happen; she had 
resigned to him fucking her. He let the hand on her back slide up and down her 
smooth skin, savoring the feel of her. Plunging his finger in and out of her 
warm, tender twat, he leaned down to whisper to the trembling girl.

"Yes, that's it, Trisha. You just lie still and let me pound you like a good 
little slut. That's a good girl, no more fighting it. This is what you want, 
isn't it?"

Trisha shook her head slightly, tears dribbling down her cheeks, pooling on the 
surface of the Principal's desk. "No, I'm not...please…"

"Shh, Trisha. Be a good slut and let Principal Johnson give you his punishment." 
His finger was speeding up, fucking her cunt, sliding in and out again. Trisha 
felt the knuckles of his hand press up against the lips of her open twat, and 
couldn't help but recoil away from them as best as she could, pressing her body 
into the desk. She clenched her teary eyes shut.

"Mmm…what a soft little pussy."

Trisha continued to sob, silently now, her body quivering. She felt every thrust 
of that terrible finger, rubbing against her love canal, thick and invading.

She felt Principal Johnson's weight shift slightly, and opened her eyes. He was 
reaching over her, opening a drawer of the desk. Bent over her principal's desk, 
pinned by his weight, being finger-fucked, the cheerleader watched in horror as 
he pulled out a small bottle of lotion. Lube…he's lubing himself up. The 
realization finally crashed home. Oh my god. The fear rose again in Trisha's 
chest, bubbling into her throat. He's really going to fuck me. He really is.

And all of a sudden, her desperation came back to her. This time, she fought 
even harder, her body bucking against the weight of his hand, her legs kicking 
backwards, her head thrashing back and forth. The hand on her back pushed down 
hard, and it was painful, but she fought back, wriggling back and forth, trying 
to wrench herself free in any way possible.

"No! No, no! Please, no!"

She struggled with all her might, her entire body whipping one way and then the 
other. But Principal Johnson was stronger than her; he was still holding her 
down with just one hand. He's so strong… Trisha thought desperately, but she 
wouldn't let this happen! Then, all of a sudden, she heard a laugh behind her.

"You stupid little slut! You think you can get away?"

"Please, stop! I don't want to!"

"You know you do, you slut. Just shut up and take it."

The finger slid out of her twat, and there was the sound of a fly unzipping. 
Trisha realized he was lubing himself up. With all her might, she gave one final 
buck, and for a moment, she felt the force of his hand disappear. She was free! 
But then his hand was back, slamming her into the desk, harder this time, and 
just like that, all of Trisha's strength melted away. It was replaced by tears, 
flowing down her face, red from her desperate effort. Her hair was a mess, her 
body sweaty and slick from struggling. But the cheerleader could do nothing but 
lie on the desk, sobbing loudly, trembling in fear as she waited.

Principal Johnson smiled. "Good girl, Trisha. Just take it like the good little 
whore you are."

"I'm not…I'm not a whore! I'm…"

But Trisha never got to finish the protest. For at that moment, Trisha felt 
something large and powerful pressed up against the lips of her twat. It was hot 
and smooth, throbbing. She could do nothing but gasp and clutch the desk with 
her hands. No! No!

"Oh…shit that's a tight little pussy. So tight for a slut."

Trisha let out a soft squeal. Principal Johnson's dick was absolutely huge, and 
if he had lubed up with any lotion, she couldn't tell – it felt like it was 
ripping her tiny body apart. She clenched her teeth and eyes shut as she felt 
his cock begin to push into her unwilling cunt.

"Holy shit!" Principal Johnson let out a low groan, and continued to push. 
Trisha's legs twitched involuntarily as she felt him force himself deeper inside 
of her.

"Ow…ow…" the cheerleader's moans came through her clenched teeth, soft and 
desperate.

"Yeah…yeah…"

He kept pushing, deeper and deeper, each inch more painful. He was tearing into 
her, shredding her tender pussy, splitting her in two with his meat. Each tiny 
thrust made the pain even worse.

"Oww….oww…"

An evil grin crept across the principal's face, out of nowhere. Trisha's eyes 
were closed, and Principal Johnson's hand was still forcing her down onto the 
desk. Maybe if she had seen that grin, she would have known what was about to 
happen, but all the cheerleader could do was lie resigned against the desk, 
whimpering softly. And so she wasn't ready for what was about to happen, until…

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHRGHH!!!!!"

With one vicious buck, Principal Johnson had thrust the entire length of his 
shaft into the cheerleader's tiny pussy, and Trisha's scream of pain ripped 
through her throat, reverberating throughout the room. She kept screaming, 
feeling his entire shaft plunged inside of her, tearing into her body. Every 
other thought in her mind was gone now, and she felt only the pain of his meat, 
stabbing into her unwilling flesh.

"ARRRGH….AAHHHHH!!!"

Johnson kept his dick inside of the cheerleader for a couple seconds, relishing 
the feeling of it; her teenage twat clenched around his dick, her body twitching 
uncontrollably in pain, his balls pressed against her swollen pussy lips. He 
slid out for moment, then back in. It was such a wonderful sight, this hot 
teenage cheerleader bent over his desk, her jeans and her panties around her 
knees, her body pinned down for him to take. Slowly, he began to fuck her.

"Ahhh! Owwww!!!"

He was going steadily now, in and out, groaning. Her unwilling twat was clamping 
down on his dick, trying to accommodate this invader. Trisha's entire body was 
flushed with the effort of accepting him, and she continued to squirm as he 
plunged deep into her swollen canal.

"God, Trisha, you're so fucking tight."

The cheerleader continued to cry out in pain as Principal Johnson pistoned in 
and out of her. With powerful strokes, he slammed against her swollen twat, his 
cock stretching her flesh, the weight of his hips painfully pressing against her 
slender body. In her terror and shame, the cheerleader could still feel every 
inch of his tool, ramming in and out of her swollen pussy, punishing her, 
forcing itself onto her tender flesh. She whimpered and cried, but he didn't 
stop. Instead, his thrusts grew faster, and deeper, long and hard, plowing his 
full length inside her, pounding her with such force that her entire trembling 
body would be rocked forward. Then he would pull most of the way out, and her 
body would begin to relax, but the next thrust would slam her back against the 
desk. Pens and pencils rolled off the table and the desk creaked and groaned 
with the weight of Professor Johnson's ferocious assault on Trisha's pussy. 
Exhausted and defeated, the cheerleader could fight no more. She rested her body 
against the hard wood of the desk, feeling the painful edge jut into her hips as 
Principal Johnson continued to slam her body against it. One final, painful cry 
ripped out of her.

"PLEASE! Ohhh…it hurts so much!"

And then, suddenly, he stopped. His dick was plunged deep inside of her, so deep 
she could feel it throbbing, thick and pressed into her violated twat. But he 
had stopped thrusting. What is going on? The desperate cries disappeared from 
Trisha's throat, and she raised her head and turned to look at him. The 
principal's face was red and sweaty, but his eyes were still greedy, and he was 
staring straight at her.

"Talk dirty, Trisha."

Trisha only stared back, silent, partially in shock.

"Tell me how much you like it, you slut. Tell me you like my dick in your pussy. 
You'll get wetter that way, you know. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your 
brains out." Slowly, he was thrusting again, in and out, his painful rod 
punishing her tender body. Trisha closed her eyes and rested her head back down 
against the desk. No way, you asshole.


"Did you hear what I said?" His voice as strained and angry, and he was fucking 
her again, with the same deep, hard thrusts. Trisha stayed quiet, clamping her 
lips shut, still feeling the pain of each thrust. She ignored his question. No 
way!

"I TOLD you to talk dirty!" He grabbed her hair and yanked her up again, 
prompting another squeal of pain. Pain shot through her neck and her back as she 
was pulled upwards, and all of a sudden, without even thinking, the words began 
to spew out of the cheerleader's mouth.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Principal Johnson! Fuck me hard!"

"Oh yeah!" The principal let go, obviously satisfied, and Trisha's head 
collapsed back down on the desk, still yelling and shouting.

"Fuck that pussy! Fuck my tight little pussy!"

Trisha closed her eyes as the slutty words flowed out of her lips. She knew why 
she was saying it; it was to end the pain, and as fast as possible. If she did 
what he wanted, he wouldn't pull her hair anymore, he would fuck her faster, he 
would cum more quickly. But…why is it so easy for me to say these slutty things? 
She winced as the principal's hands gripped tightly on her slender hips, and she 
felt him lean over her body once more. Oh God…it doesn't even matter! Just say 
whatever he wants! Just get him to cum as fast as possible!

"You like my dick, you bitch? You like it, you little whore?" Principal 
Johnson's voice was strained and breathless.

"Yes, yes! Ohh, I love your dick, Principal! I love it fucking in and out of me! 
Don't stop! Keep pounding that pussy!"

And he did. With both hands, Principal Johnson grabbed each of Trisha's 
asscheeks, and his thrusts suddenly became harder than ever, pumping his entire 
length in and out of her painful, swollen cunt. His dick ripped into her, and 
Trisha clenched her eyes in pain. It felt like it was about to press against her 
kidneys, he was so deep, plunging into her, demolishing her pussy. His groans 
were louder now, and his hands clenched down harder on her ass, forcing her to 
rock back towards him, taking her with each hard thrust. The sound of his balls 
slapping against her pussy rang through the room, so fast now, drowned out only 
by his loud groans, and Trisha's desperate cries, egging him on, encouraging him 
to pound into her. She thought of the same things that Britney had shouted at 
Mr. Braun in the locker room, while she had been watching, so dirty and slutty, 
so arousing. I can do that too…she thought desperately to herself. I can do 
that…just let it be over!

"Oh my God, yes!" Trisha cried out, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Oh, you're 
so fucking big, Principal!"

"Does it feel good, you slut? Does it feel good?"

"Yes! Ohh fuck yes, it feels so good! God, I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The flesh on Trisha's ass wiggled back and forth with each thrust. Her hair 
flopped across the desk, a complete mess. The principal's hands were tightly 
buried in her ass, his dick powering in and out of her cunt, stretching it, 
ripping it, splitting her open only for him to plunge even deeper. But for some 
reason, Trisha's shouting seemed to ease the pain for her; his cock in her pussy 
was no longer as painful.

"Yeah! You hot little slut! You're such a little slut, aren't you Trisha? Aren't 
you?"

"YES!" Trisha's entire body was being rocked back and forth by his fucking, but 
she raised her head and screamed out her reply for him to hear. "Yes, I'm just a 
dirty little slut! I'm your little slut, Principal, all I want is for you to 
fuck me! Fuck me like I deserve!"

His hands continued to shove her ass back and forth, in rhythm with his vigorous 
thrusts. The desk was squeaking against the floor – it was sliding with the 
force of his pounding, now, and Trisha suddenly realized that her feet weren't 
even resting on the floor; they were sliding along with the desk. The entire 
weight of her body was pressed against the desk, pinned by his powerful hands 
and his pistoning cock.

"Tell me, Trisha! Tell me how much of a slut you are!"

"YES, Principal! I'm such a slutty little whore, Principal! I want your cock so 
bad! Fuck that little whore pussy!"

"Yeah, yeah, Trisha! Tell me!"

"I'm such a slut, Principal! I've been fucking Mr. Braun just to get a good 
grade! I fucked him, and I sucked his cock, just so I wouldn't fail a test!"

The desk rocked back and forth, drawers clattering in their slots, papers 
scattering everywhere, pencils and paper clips dropping to the floor. The 
cheerleader was jolted with the motion, her legs swinging back and forth, her 
violated body tightly jammed against the hard wood.

"Fuck yeah, you dirty little whore! You nasty girl! Tell me!"

'I came on his cock, Principal! I didn't want to, but it was so good, fucking 
me, and I came! I came on his cock! And then…and then I took him to the locker 
room, where he could fuck me again!"

"Yeah, yeah, Trisha! Ohhhh Goddd!" She could feel his dick throbbing inside her 
swollen, shredded pussy. He was close. Let him finish…please God…let him finish…

"Yes, Principal! Cum inside me! Shoot that load into my little slut pussy! Just 
like Mr. Braun! I'm a slut, and I want your cum so bad!!"

"UGHHH!" Principal Johnson's final thrust was hard, powering forward and up, so 
strong that the front two legs of the desk were lifted off the ground for a 
second, and Trisha's body was lifted with it, her feet dangling, her swollen 
pussy filled to the brim with his cock. The desk made a loud, rattling slam as 
it came back down, and the cheerleader's entire body shuddered with the impact. 
She felt Principal Johnson's cock throb and twitch inside her as he began to 
climax. The cum was warm inside her pussy, and it flooded through her. His dick 
continued to pulsate with each spurt, and she could feel every single drop, 
shooting up through his balls and his shaft and into her tiny twat. She felt 
something warm on her pussy lips and realized that the cum was overflowing, 
dribbling out of her twat. With a loud, wet squelch, Principal Johnson fully 
plunged his dick in and out of her pussy one more time, and then, finally, he 
pulled out of her. 

Trisha felt his hands lift up from her ass. But the cheerleader laid still 
against the desk, silent now, feeling the cum spill out of her pussy, dribbling 
down her crotch and onto her thighs. Her eyes were still closed, and her body 
was still trembling slightly. She couldn't move. It was over now; she had made 
him cum. She had encouraged him, begged him to fuck her just like Britney had 
done only an hour earlier, begged him to take her against her will and to cum 
inside her unprotected pussy. Now she was free, but she couldn't move. She heard 
a sound, and looked up to see that Principal Johnson had collapsed, sweaty and 
exhausted, in his desk chair.

"That's a good girl, Trisha," he gasped. "You can go home now."

Slowly, Trisha found the strength to stand up. She felt as if something should 
be incredibly different now, that her body should not be the same, but it was. 
It was strange, how having sex with Mr. Braun and Principal Johnson was so 
similar, and yet they were totally different. Why was it so horrible this time? 
What happened? Slowly, carefully, in complete silence, Trisha ran a hand through 
her tousled, messy hair, and straightened out her blouse. She paused for a 
moment to massage her hips, painful and red from being shoved against the desk. 
Then, she gently took hold of her panties and her jeans, still bunched up around 
her knees, and slid them delicately back up, over her waist. She could feel the 
fabric of her panties grow damp with Principal Johnson's abundant cum as she 
turned to walk away, without a word. Should she yell at him? Should she scream 
for help? She didn't know, so she didn't say anything, but walked to the door, 
took one last moment to make sure she looked decent, and then opened it to 
leave.

"I'm glad you took your punishment so well, Trisha."

The cheerleader closed her eyes in shame as she closed his door. When she opened 
them, she saw the secretary, sitting at her desk, staring at her. He lied! She 
was there the whole time, but from the look on her face, she hadn't heard 
anything. How was that possible?

"Is anything wrong, dearie?" The secretary was smiling at her.

Trisha paused, then shook her head. "No, thank you." She started out walking 
briskly, but in a moment quickly broke into a run as she fled from his office.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 06

"Trisha...Trisha, wait!"

Barely seconds after practice ended, Trisha burst through the doors of the 
locker room, her head down, close to tears. Mandy was half a step behind her. 
The rest of the squad filed slowly behind.

"Trisha...it's okay...it's not a big deal!"

Trisha shook her head as she reached her locker and wrenched it open. She had 
barely managed it through the day, memories of her encounter with Principal 
Johnson still fresh, avoiding Mr. Braun at every turn, barely even able to 
concentrate on her work. Now, she had tripped and fumbled her way through 
cheerleading practice, so badly that the coach had ended it early. 

"God...I'm so terrible at this...I should just quit."

"Trisha!" Mandy affectionately patted her shoulder. "Don't say that! Come on, 
you usually nail this routine perfectly! I'm being serious," she added, as 
Trisha gave her a doubtful look. "you normally do just fine! Today was just a 
bad day, everyone has them! Cheer up!"

Trisha unzipped her cheerleader's blouse and pulled it off, then did the same 
with her sports bra. Her breasts jiggled to attention as she bent over and 
pulled her gym bag out of her locker. Mandy kept talking.

"Trisha, it'll be okay! I promise!"

Trisha took her bra and her bright green tank top out of her locker, and threw 
both of them on. Finally, she turned to face her friend, and offered a smile. 
"Yeah...I...I guess. Thanks, Mandy." Mandy is so sweet...and she's such a good 
friend. But...if only I could tell her what was really on my mind. Mandy gave 
her a smile and turned to her own locker. Trisha wriggled her slender hips back 
and forth as she gently tugged her cheerleaders' miniskirt down to her ankles, 
stepping delicately out of them and putting them in her locker. She pulled 
another skirt out of her bag, a long, light blue one, and tugged it over her 
petite legs. She shut her locker and grabbed her bag, turning back to Mandy.

"Hey, Trisha...can I ask you something?" They were walking out of the locker 
room now, into the gym parking lot.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well..." Mandy nervously fingered the belt loop of her jeans. "It's 
just...you've just seemed really distant or something these last couple weeks. 
Is everything okay?"

"Oh..." Trisha stopped to face her friend. "Um..."

"I mean...you can tell me anything, Trisha. I just...I just wanted to make sure 
you're okay."

Trisha's heart did a somersault. She wanted to hug her friend, to thank her a 
thousand times for being so sweet and supportive, for looking so worried. She 
wanted to tell Mandy everything. But she couldn't. I'm...I'm sorry Mandy. I just 
can't deal with you disapproving of me...

Trisha tried to come up with a good excuse. "Well...I mean, I've been getting 
really worried about college. Just cause I really want to go to a good school, 
but I can't afford it unless I get a good scholarship, and...well...I just don't 
think I have the grades for it." She looked at her feet in shame. I can't 
believe I'm lying to her like this... but I've got no choice!

Mandy gave her another hug. "Oh, Trisha. Everything will be fine! You'll find 
something! You're so smart, I'm sure you'll get into a good school."

Trisha smiled. "Yeah...thanks. I hope so."

"I'm sure you will!" Mandy returned the smile. "Well...see you tomorrow. Don't 
worry so much, okay?"

"Okay...thanks, Mandy. See ya." She waved at her friend and started to walk to 
her car. As soon as Mandy was out of sight, the tears that had been welling for 
so long in Trisha's eyes finally came forth. Dealing with Mr. Braun and 
Principal Johnson was hard enough, but now she was lying about it to her best 
friend. She silently sobbed, wiping her eyes as she walked. She sped up into a 
quick trot now, desperate to get to her car. Finally, she reached it, and was 
fumbling in her purse when she heard a voice behind her, making her jump.

"Everything okay, girl?"

It was Britney. She was leaning against the car next to Trisha's, watching with 
a casual look.

"Umm...hi, Britney. Everything's fine, thanks." Trisha began to fish for her 
keys again.

"What, that's it? Just 'Hi, Britney?' Shit, Trisha. I let you watch me fuck a 
teacher, and that's all I get? That's cold!" Trisha looked up to see Britney 
smiling at her joke. The head cheerleader was wearing a typical outfit for her – 
a miniskirt and tube top. The skirt was short, checkered red-and-black and 
pleated. Her legs were also clad in a sheer white pair of stockings; the sexy 
schoolgirl. The tube top was tight and black, and tied up around the middle, 
exposing a good portion of Britney's taut, curved midriff. Her double-D breasts 
bulged out of the top of her shirt, straining to get free of the tight fabric, 
and her beach blonde hair fell down to her chest, framing it perfectly. She was 
also wearing a pair of black stiletto heels, and Trisha recognized them – they 
were at the mall, and she had thought about buying them a few weeks ago, but had 
decided not to because she didn't think she could pull off the look. Britney 
definitely can, Trisha thought. Out of nowhere, a twinge of envy slid through 
her.

"No, it's not that, Britney..."

"Oh, I get it. You don't want to be seen with me. You don't want to be seen with 
the class slut. I get it." Britney was still smiling, but Trisha couldn't tell 
if she was joking. That wasn't true, really. After all, no one would have 
confused them. There was Britney, with a porn star's body, with a miniskirt so 
short that her ass almost stuck out the bottom. And then there was Trisha, 
petite and cute, pretty but prim, decently clad in a skirt and a tank top.

"No, it's really not that, I'm just..."

"Forget it." Britney shrugged. "I like what I am. If you don't, fuck off." She 
started to walk away, her heels clacking against the parking lot's pavement.

"Britney..." Trisha hung her head. She would never be able to tell Mandy, she 
knew that. But her secrets were bubbling up inside her, clawing at her insides, 
threatening to burst out of her. She had to tell someone. She hardly even knew 
the head cheerleader, but somehow, she thought that maybe she would understand. 
Britney had stopped, waiting expectantly, still looking casual and unconcerned.

"I...have something I want to tell you." I can't take it any longer...the only 
person I can tell this to is Britney. And...and then I just have to hope. So 
Trisha told Britney everything – how she had sucked Mr. Braun's cock and 
swallowed his cum because she wanted a good grade, how he had pressured her into 
fucking him three more times, how she didn't know what to do and didn't know 
what came over her when she brought Mr. Braun to the locker room to see Britney. 
And how Professor Johnson had raped her after he found them, right in his 
office, bending her over his desk and taking her as she whimpered.

Britney listened in silence, leaning against the car until Trisha finished. She 
was silent for a long moment after Trisha stopped, so long that Trisha almost 
wondered if Britney had even been listening. Finally, the head cheerleader 
spoke.

"Well...I'm sorry."

Trisha nodded.

"Principal Johnson...hmm. How did it feel?"

Trisha looked up, shocked. "Wh...what??"

"The sex. How did it feel?"

Trisha was bewildered. "Um....I don't....I don't know. I wasn't even thinking 
about it. The whole thing was just so terrible"

The head cheerleader nodded. "And what about with Mr. Braun?"

Trisha paused, staring at her feet as she considered the question. "Well...that 
was different, I guess. It wasn't...he was forcing me into it too, but...it 
wasn't as rough."

A flicker of a smile passed across Britney's face, but Trisha didn't notice. 
"Interesting. So...did it ever feel good, when you were fucking Mr. Braun?"

Trisha looked up, confused. "I...I mean, I told you, Britney...I did that cause 
otherwise I was going to fail my test. I..."

"Yeah, I know, I heard you. But you didn't answer my question. Did it feel 
good?"

Trisha looked up to meet Britney's gaze. "Well, I mean, it's not like I wanted 
to do those things with him, so..."

Britney let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. "Jesus, Trisha. Why does everything 
have to be so black and white with you? You can fuck someone just for a grade 
and still enjoy it. You can not expect or not want to have sex with someone and 
end up enjoying it, too. What's the rule that says you can only like fucking 
someone at certain times? If it feels good, then just go with it. So, I'll ask 
you one more time, and be honest, hun. Did it feel good?"

Trisha closed her eyes in shame, but somehow, something that she never could 
have admitted to Mandy was easy to tell Britney. "...Um...well...y-yes. Yes, 
actually, it did feel good. He...he made me cum." She hung her head in shame.

Britney laughed. "Wow...I've never seen someone look so sad about having an 
orgasm."

"But it's so terrible!" Trisha blurted out. "I don't understand how it 
happened...I couldn't believe it even then. I don't know what came over me." Her 
head was still down, embarrassed, mortified.

"I do," Britney said, casually. "It's simple. You're a slut."

Trisha's head whipped back up. "What??" In an instant, Trisha's shame had 
vanished, and the cheerleader was only furious at Britney's words. She could 
barely sputter out an angry retort. "How...how can you...you're...you're one to 
talk!!"

Britney laughed again. "Honey, honey...you misunderstood me! I'm not insulting 
you. It's a good thing. It's the truth. You love sex, Trisha, you can't get 
enough of it, and even when you don't want to you end up craving it. There's 
nothing wrong with that, hun, but you have to accept it, not work against it."

"That's...that's ridiculous! How dare you!"

Britney's smile faded slightly; she seemed to finally realize how angry Trisha 
was. "Okay," she said, much more seriously. "Fine. Let me show you a video." She 
slung her gym bag off of her shoulder and began to rummage through it. Still 
livid, Trisha craned her neck over Britney's shoulder. As the head cheerleader 
was pushing things aside, Trisha saw a familiar sight; the head cheerleader's 
dildo, sitting unceremoniously in the bag next to her cheerleader's outfit and 
tennis shoes. Finally, Britney stood up again, a video camera in her hand. She 
switched it on and began scanning through, until she found the part she wanted.

"Here," she said, turning it so Trisha could see. "Remember this?"

Trisha realized that she was watching yesterday's scene from the boys' locker 
room; she had forgotten that Britney' camera was on the whole time. The camera 
was barely a foot away from the head cheerleader's face, so that most of the 
screen was dominated by Britney's sweaty, flushed face, flailing back and forth, 
moaning and screaming as she rammed her gorgeous body into Mr. Braun. Even in 
the video, Trisha could hear the loud slaps and smacks of their hips colliding, 
of the head cheerleader spanking her own ass.

"Look at the corner," Britney said, watching Trisha's face. The JV cheerleader 
peered into the screen, and then realized that she was visible on the edge. Her 
hand went to her mouth as she realized that in the video, her own eyes were 
closed, her legs and her body were stiff, and both of her hands were plunged 
into her jeans to the wrist, moving and squirming wildly, rubbing against her 
pussy. Her own mouth was slack in an expression of wild lust, and her arms were 
moving so quickly that they made Trisha's shoulders ache as she watched. Oh 
God...I completely forgot about that...I was so turned on watching them. I don't 
know what came over me. She blushed as she watched herself in the video, rocking 
up and down on her feet, as if somehow if she stood on her tippy-toes she could 
gain better access to her aching twat. Silently, she handed the camera back to 
Britney.

The head cheerleader grinned at her. "I'll say it again, hun. I'm not telling 
you to insult you. I'm telling you because it's the truth, and because I think 
it'll help you. You're a slut, and as a slut, you shouldn't be afraid of sex. 
You should be embracing it. You can't live without it, for fuck's sake!"

Trisha wildly shook her head, her brown hair flying across her shoulders. 
"No...no way, Britney! Principal Johnson raped me! Mr. Braun took advantage of 
me! It's terrible!"

"Of course it's terrible! Sometimes sex is good and sometimes it's not! But the 
important thing is to not let it get to you! It's just sex, sweetie! A girl like 
you can get it anywhere."

"No...no, you don't know what it's like! You can't imagine it!"

Britney raised an eyebrow. "Trisha...it's been years since I could count the 
guys I've fucked. Are you really suggesting that after all this time, I've never 
been taken advantage of? That I've never changed my mind and said no and been 
pressured into fucking them anyway?"

For the first time, Trisha felt a genuine empathy for Britney, and she flushed 
with shame. "I...I mean...no. I'm sorry, Britney."

The head cheerleader shrugged. "It's okay. Look, maybe I was too blunt with you. 
I know this is hard to get used to. I'm just trying to help you out. Sex can be 
so powerful, Trisha. And wonderful, too. You just gotta learn how to harness 
it!"

Trisha nodded. "I guess...I don't know. But I just get so mad, thinking about 
how Principal Johnson treated me. I mean...no matter what you say, it's still 
terrible!"

"Yeah..." Britney was biting on her lip, seemingly deep in thought. "Maybe I'll 
go talk to him."

Trisha looked up, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Britney gave a sly grin. "The principal and I...we're 'old friends.' 
I'll go have a chat with him." She picked up her bag and started to walk across 
the parking lot. 'But, if I do, you have to do something for me."

"Right now?"

"Yup. Right now. Can you do it?"

"Um...okay..."

"I want you to go to the back of the school building, and find a big air duct, 
next to the emergency exit door. Then, I want you to climb in it, and crawl 
forward until you reach the first vent. Stop there. Can you do that?"

"Crawl...into the vent?"

"That's right."

"What...I don't understand."

"Just do it, hun. You'll see." And with that, Britney strode off.

After a moment, Trisha followed, confused, bewildered, and nervous. I'm not sure 
what to make of Britney. On the one hand, it's nice of her to talk to me about 
this but...what she said...I just don't know. Am I a slut? Is she right? I just 
don't think I could admit to something like that. I...I'm a good girl! ...Or at 
least, I think I am. She reached the back of the building and found the duct 
Britney had described. For a moment, Trisha stood in front of it, staring, 
unsure what to do. What does Britney have planned? What if I get in trouble? But 
she shrugged off her backpack and slowly wriggled her way inside the ventilation 
shaft. Once inside, she found it was surprisingly easy to crawl forward, and did 
so slowly, carefully, still very nervous. Britney's so different from all of my 
friends...and I can't help but admit...there's some truth to what she's saying. 
She reached a vent, and stopped, peering into it. She was in the roof, 
apparently, because she was looking down into a room. Immediately, she gasped. 
She was directly above Principal Johnson's office! The man was sitting at his 
desk, reading a stack of papers, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," the principal called out. Trisha held her breath as Britney walked 
into the room.

The principal stood up. "Britney! Ah...what a...pleasant surprise. What can I do 
for you?"

Britney smiled, leaning confidently over the desk, tossing her long blonde hair, 
her massive boobs bursting out at the principal. "I have something to ask you."

The principal nodded, looking nervous. Trisha was shocked – it was usually the 
principal who was intimidating to his students...now, it seemed like it was the 
other way around. Why is he so nervous? "Well sure, Britney...I have a meeting 
with the board in a few minutes, but..."

"I want to know what you think about my friend Trisha."

Trisha gasped. What is she doing??

"Trisha? Well...ah...she's a very good student, she..."

"Oh, I know she's a good student, Principal. Anything else?"

"Uh...no, no I don't think so..."

Britney climbed onto the desk, on her knees, her chest hanging inches from the 
principal's sweating face. "Really? Nothing else?"

Trisha's eyes widened in shock, and she could see that the principal's did too. 
He wiped his forehead. "I...ah...well...I..."

"Tell the truth, Principal Johnson. Don't lie to me."

"I...well...uh...I may have...ah...punished her..."

"Yes, I know, Principal Johnson. You fucked her, didn't you?"

"I...ah...I mean....I...suppose..."

Trisha stifled another gasp. This is unbelievable! Somehow, Britney had some 
kind of control over this man; it was as if he was being forced to obey her, as 
if she had hypnotized him, somehow.

"You can't do that, Principal. You can't do that to just any pretty girl you 
see. If you want sex, you come to me. I'm the slut around here, remember?"

"I...yes, well..."

"Did you forget? Should I remind you?"

The principal gave a start at Britney's words, and Trisha realized that his 
breathing was short and heavy. He was shifting his weight, too, as if he was 
struggling with something.

"No, Britney...last time...that video tape you took...my wife, she...she..."

"Take your pants off, Principal Johnson. Right now." Britney stood up on 
Principal Johnson's desk, towering over him in her heels and her miniskirt, 
commanding him like he was just a child.

"Ah...no, my meeting, it's about to..."

"No? Principal Johnson, you don't want to fuck me? You don't want to pound my 
tender, wet pussy? You don't want to make me scream?"

"No, you see..." Principal Johnson's sputtering protests continued, but Trisha 
watched in shock as he stood up, and his hands automatically went to his pants. 
It was as if his brain was saying one thing, but his body another, 
uncontrollable, unable to stop.

"That's a good boy, Principal Johnson. Take them off."

Principal Johnson gritted his teeth, pulling his pants down, unable to will 
himself to stop. His face was starting to grow red with irritation. "You...you 
bitch..." he stammered, softly. "You can't just-"

Britney let out a loud laugh. "Mmm..calling me a bitch, huh Principal? I'm the 
one telling you what to do. I think you're my bitch."

He looked up at her, enraged. "W-What??"

"Well...if I'm the bitch, how come I'm telling you what to do, and you're 
obeying me?" She laughed again.

The principal's voice rose to a shout. "You whore! Shut the fuck up!"

Britney laughed, sinking down to her knees, level with his face. "You want to 
punish me then, Principal Johnson? Does my little bitch want to punish me?"

"You WHORE!" Principal Johnson grabbed Britney by the hair, turning her around 
on his desk, forcing her to bend over. Britney giggled excitedly, raising her 
ass in the air, on her hands and knees as the Principal frantically yanked his 
pants down his legs. Trisha could see the head cheerleader's bright red thong, 
sticking out of the bottom of her straining miniskirt. She couldn't tear her 
eyes away, shocked as she was.

"You dirty WHORE! You piece of SHIT!" Principal Johnson clambered onto the desk 
behind her, grabbing her skirt with both hands, wrenching it upwards. Like an 
animal, he ferociously shoved her thong aside, exposing Britney's pink, tender 
pussy.

"What's that, little bitch? Is my little bitch going to try to fuck me?"

"Shut up, you whore! Shut up!" With a primal scream of rage, the principal 
plunged his dick into Britney's hoisted ass in a single stroke, his hands 
grabbing her butt cheeks, slamming her back into him.


"Yeah!" Britney cried out loud, as her body shuddered with his impalement. "Fuck 
me, bitch, fuck me! Take that pussy!"

"You whore! Agh...ahh!" Principal Johnson grunted with effort as he pounded 
furiously into Britney's pussy, his dick plowing into her, making her entire 
body rock back and forth on the desk with the force of his thrusts. His hands 
were buried in the tender flesh of Britney's ass, and Trisha could see one of 
the head cheerleader's hands sneaking down to her crotch, tweaking her own clit 
as the Principal hammered into her. The class slut was breathing fast, and the 
harder Mr. Braun treated her, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

"Come on, little bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"

"Fuck me, you bitch! Fuck me!"

From her perch in the vent, Trisha could hear the slap of Principal Johnson's 
sweaty thighs against Britney's ass, the creak of the desk as it rocked back and 
forth with the weight of the two fucking people. Britney's hand was working fast 
now on her clit, the head cheerleader's curly blonde hair bouncing to and fro as 
the principal plowed into her.

"Is that it, Principal Johnson? Is that as hard as you can fuck me?"

"Aggghhh!" The principal grabbed a fistful of Britney's hair and pulled 
viciously, his hips jamming into her, one hand still tightly clenching the head 
cheerleader's ass. Britney let out a loud moan of pleasure as her head arched 
back, her body slamming against the principal's to meet his thrusts. Her long, 
slender legs, sprawled across the desk, powered her body into him, eager for 
more.

"Harder, bitch, harder! Can't you keep up??"

Sweat poured down the principal's face as he speared into her, his entire shaft 
brutally plunging deep into Britney's soaked, dripping pussy. Trisha watched 
them in awe, and couldn't help feeling turned on – watching Britney manipulate 
this huge man, as he plowed into her gorgeous body, her curved ass and slender 
hips, her long blonde hair flailing about, her hand underneath her, rubbing 
frantically at her own clit. Principal Johnson desperately pounded against 
Britney with all his might, and the head cheerleader was just as eager, slamming 
her hips against his, making the desk shudder with each collision and their 
bodies shake with the impact.

"Fuck! You whore! You slut!"

"Come on, Principal Johnson! Fuck me!" Britney shimmied off his cock, and turned 
around to face him. The Principal was gasping for breath, sweat dripping off his 
body.

"Lie down, little bitch! Lie down and let me ride you!"

"Fuck YOU!" The principal's face was red with rage, but he obeyed her. Trisha 
smirked as she watched the principal, infuriated but obeying the head 
cheerleader's every command like a child. Britney straddled him as he laid down 
on the desk, his feet dangling off the side. She eased herself down on him, 
moaning as she felt his dick stab into her dripping twat.

"Mmm...yeah..." Britney bounced on top of his meat, her hair flopping and her 
tits swaying back and forth. Then the Principal grabbed her around the waist 
with both hands, and he forced her down, his balls slapping against Britney's 
bouncing ass. Trisha watched the head cheerleader ride the principal's cock, 
rolling and jamming her ass deep into his hips, slamming down hard on him, 
making the desk creak in protest and his entire body crash with the impact. More 
than once, Britney opened her eyes and looked up, and Trisha knew that the head 
cheerleader was looking straight at her, that she knew that Trisha was watching 
them fuck. But then Britney closed them again, bucking up and down, jamming the 
principal's stiff tool in and out of her.

"Ahhh...fuck! You! You....slut!"

"Come on, Principal Johnson! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Britney leaned back and arched 
her head, letting her hands rest on the Principal's shuddering thighs, riding 
him, ferociously grinding her hips into his, burying his stiff tool deep in her 
swollen twat. The force of each of the principal's wild thrusts shot her upward, 
sending her bouncing into the air before she slammed back down on him. One of 
the head cheerleader's hands snuck up to her chest, massaging her giant tits, 
squeezing and teasing them.

"Ohhh...God...Fuck!!!" The principal's eyes were wide open, and he was gasping 
for breath.

"Yeah, you bitch! Fuck me!"

"Ahhhh!!!!" The principal's mouth opened wide, and his hands grasped down hard 
on Britney's bouncing, flopping body. He was about to cum, Trisha could see it 
on his face. But suddenly, without warning, Britney rolled off. She slithered 
her slender waist out of his grasp, sliding off the desk and landing on her feet 
beside him. Her hair tousled and her body flushed red, the head cheerleader 
grinned down as the gasping, flailing man.

Trisha let out a soft giggle. She hated Principal Johnson with all her being, 
but this was almost too cruel. The man gasped for breath, shocked and enraged, 
his stiff tool throbbing, only seconds away from climax. One hand grasped 
desperately for Britney, trying to pull her back, but she was faster than him. 
The other hand desperately began to jack off his cock, a blur, trying helplessly 
to reach orgasm after Britney had pulled herself off of him.

"You! You...b...bitch! You dirty...f-fucking...whore..." He sputtered and gasped 
as he tried desperately to cum, but Trisha could see from the angry, frantic 
look on his face that it wasn't going to happen.

"Finish...finish me off...you slut! You whore! Finish me off!"

Britney was tugging her miniskirt back down over her ass, tender and red from 
Principal Johnson's grabbing. She calmly watched the principal frantically 
jerking at his dick, an amused look on her face. She rearranged her thong over 
her swollen, soaked pussy and tossed her hair before leaning down to whisper: 
"Principal...don't ever fuck with Trisha again." Then she stood back up. Before 
he could answer, she said: "And don't you have a meeting to go to?"

"F...FUCK!! You...fucking whore!!" With a frustrated scream, the principal leapt 
up from the desk, wrenching his pants up around his waist. Still red and 
panting, he raced out the office door, slamming it behind him. Trisha laughed. 
That was incredible! She opened her mouth to say something, but the head 
cheerleader disappeared too, hurrying, almost running out after the principal. 
Where was she going? Trisha quickly turned around in the vent, clambering 
backwards to try and follow her.

As soon as Trisha slipped back out of the vent, she saw Britney, sitting against 
the wall, in the shade. What is going on? Britney had thrown down her bag next 
to her. Her legs were spread and her skirt was hitched back up around her waist. 
As Trisha hurried over to see what she was doing, she noticed Britney's chest 
was heaving, her eyes tightly, closed, her face desperate and agitated. The 
class slut's hand was at her pussy, a furious blur, working up against her 
swollen lips and her stiff clit at the same time. And then Trisha understood – 
as cruel as it had been for Principal Johnson, stopping their fucking early 
hadn't been easy for Britney either. The head cheerleader had been close to 
cumming too, and she had desperately run out of the principal's office to finish 
herself off.

Without even thinking, Trisha hurriedly sat down next to Britney. The head 
cheerleader had done this all for her...now she could return the favor. As the 
head cheerleader frantically panted, Trisha grabbed her shirt, trying to 
unbutton it.

"Rip it...rip it..." Britney whispered frantically, her chest heaving, her hand 
still a blur on her pussy, and Trisha obeyed. Grasping hard, she tore with all 
her might at the fabric. Pieces of fabric flew across the ground as Britney's 
tattered shirt fell in pieces, revealing her massive, heaving breasts. Trisha 
grabbed Britney's bra and wrenched it down, watching in awe as the head 
cheerleader's huge lobes burst forth, bouncing and swaying as Britney's body 
bucked in effort. Gently, Trisha reached down and grasped one of the massive 
tits, unsure of what to do, squeezing it and rubbing it, tweaking the nipple in 
a way she knew would have thrilled her own body.

"Ohh...ohhh God..." Britney's hand came up to grasp Trisha's, forcing her to 
bury her fingertips deeper into the head cheerleader's tit. Trisha felt confused 
and uncertain; she didn't know what Britney wanted. As one hand rubbed the head 
cheerleader's boob, she hesitantly slid the other one down to her soaking twat, 
rubbing her fingertips against Britney's cunt. Immediately, the girl's body 
responded, and Trisha was rewarded with a loud moan. Throwing caution to the 
wind, the JV cheerleader plunged three fingers into Britney's dripping twat, and 
the class slut's entire body shot upwards in reply, bucking hard, rolling and 
grinding fiercely against Trisha's touch.

"Fuck! Oh God, Trisha!" Britney's body rocked upwards, her hips shoving herself 
against Trisha's hand, her gasping chest thrust forward for Trisha to squeeze. 
The two cheerleaders worked away at Britney's flushed body – one of Trisha's 
hands plunged in her twat, one of Britney's rubbing desperately at her own clit. 
Trisha still didn't know what to do, but the head cheerleader's pleasure seemed 
to be growing with every second. She watched as Britney's head arched backwards, 
and began to whimper and squeal at the sky. Her boobs heaved up and down as she 
panted, her hips eagerly thrusting against Trisha's soaked fingers. 

Then, Trisha remembered the dildo that she had seen in Britney's bag. With a 
slight smile, she grabbed for the bag, one hand still buried in Britney's twat. 
She impatiently wrenched it open and found the sex toy almost immediately. 
Quickly, she pulled it out and positioned it under the head cheerleader's 
gyrating hips, pulling her own fingertips out and spreading Britney's pussy lips 
wide. Britney's eyes were closed; she didn't know what Trisha was doing. Gently, 
slowly, Trisha began to slide the dildo into Britney's soaking twat

"Ahhh..oh my fucking God! Ohhh Trisha! Oh my God!!!" Trisha felt Britney's hand 
grab her wrist, like a vice, almost painful. She guided Trisha's own hand, 
pushing the dildo further into her own pussy, burying it in herself. Trisha 
could feel Britney's juices soaking her hand, dribbling onto the ground. The JV 
cheerleader's fingers plunged hard and fast, jamming the dildo deep into 
Britney's twat, and she could feel Britney's pussy stretch and engulf it. The 
head cheerleader's hips were bucking wildly now, her legs involuntarily 
spreading wider, her ass hoisted to give Trisha better access to her hot red 
cunt. Britney was gasping now, her entire body shaking and rocking with effort, 
her face bright red with desire.

"Ohhhhh...fuuuuck!" One of Britney's hands was still pinching and kneading her 
clit; the other was firmly burrowed in Trisha's wrist, clawing at it. Britney's 
chest heaved and rocked, and her hips shot upwards, desperately engulfing as 
much of the dildo as possible, burying it inside of her. Trisha pumped into 
Britney's pussy with all her might, watching as the length of the dildo pierced 
into the head cheerleader's red, swollen flesh. She was almost afraid that she 
was hurting Britney, thrusting the dildo as hard as she was, but she was also 
excited. 

She looks so hot...thrusting and writhing on the ground. Deep, so deep, the 
dildo plunged into Britney's twat, and her gorgeous body desperately bucked back 
in response. 

Britney let go of Trisha's arm, and a second later, her hand was on the back of 
Trisha's head, gently but firmly pushing her down, towards the head 
cheerleader's heaving tits. For a moment, Trisha resisted, confused, but then 
she understood. She bent down and locked her lips on one of Britney's nipples, 
suckling, biting it gently, tasting it with the tip of her tongue. She felt the 
class slut's hand tighten on the back of her head, urging her on, silently 
begging for more. Trisha was still powering the dildo deep into Britney with one 
hand, and she began to gently squeeze the head cheerleader's tit with the other, 
feeling the flesh slide along her fingers as she licked. She flicked Britney's 
nipple back and forth with her tongue, teasing it, sucking it, feeling her 
friend's wild excitement through the stiff nub.

Trisha was half-hypnotized by the sight of the head cheerleader, wild and lost 
in her pleasure. One hand was still fucking Britney, hard and fast, piercing 
into her bulging, swollen pussy, making the head cheerleader's entire body twist 
and shudder in response. Her other hand was buried in Britney's tit, kneading 
and squeezing it, bringing it up to her mouth to lick and suckle. Out of the 
corner of her eye, she saw Britney's hand, a blur over her pussy, still 
furiously grinding at her eager clit. The head cheerleader was panting so hard 
and so fast that Trisha thought she might pass out, but her hips were still 
thrusting back and forth, and her head was still arched back, moaning and 
squealing. 

Then, Trisha felt Britney's hand tighten on the back of her head, surprisingly 
strong. With a final wail of joy, Britney's entire body jerked forward. Both of 
her hands flew backwards, spasming, scraping and tearing at the ground. Her legs 
gave out helpless kicks and twitches. Trisha watched in awe, her fingers still 
plowing in and out of Britney's twat, as the head cheerleader's orgasm smashed 
through her. Trisha's own orgasms were earsplitting – she knew that she had a 
tendency to scream uncontrollably in the midst of her climax. But Britney – 
loud, brash Britney – only panted, whimpering and gasping for breath as her body 
trembled and twitched on the ground. Her climax rushed inwards, ravaging her 
gorgeous, trembling body.

"Ohhh...oh...o-oh...ohhh..." The head cheerleader's spread legs squirmed 
uncontrollably across the ground, her head tossed back and her mouth wide open, 
her chest heaving so heavily that her tits bounced up and down along with it. 
Trisha felt her pussy clenching down on the dildo, convulsing, jolting and 
spasming with pleasure, and she knew that each jolt was sending a wave of 
ferocious joy through her friend's quivering body.

"Ohhh...o-ohh my g-godd...ohhh..." Britney's body gave one final tremor as she 
relaxed, sinking back down on the ground. The head cheerleader kept her eyes 
closed, continuing to whimper and shudder for a few more seconds as she felt the 
waves of pleasure die down. Finally she opened them.

"T-Trisha..." she panted. "Fuck...yes...thank you...thank you..."

Trisha couldn't help giggling as she stared down at her. Britney's shirt was in 
tatters across her heaving chest, her legs still spread, her pussy juices 
splattered across her crotch and her thighs and dribbling onto the ground. The 
head cheerleader grinned up at her.

"Well, hun...this is the second time I've seen you with your hand in a pussy. 
Maybe I bring the slut out in you." She laughed.

Trisha laughed too, but in her mind, something flickered. Maybe...maybe she's 
right. She helped Britney to her feet, and the head cheerleader wobbled a bit on 
her long legs, quickly catching her balance in her stiletto heels. Trisha 
marveled at her skill.

"Did you enjoy my show with Principal Johnson?" Britney tossed her hair, and she 
ran her hands across her naked chest; Trisha knew that she was still enjoying 
the sensations of her climax.

"I..um...yeah." She giggled. "Yeah...thanks, Britney."

The head cheerleader tugged her miniskirt back down over her ass, now covered in 
dirt. "No thanks needed, hun. Just showing you what I've been telling you all 
along. Sex is power, Trisha. Use it, enjoy it! Don't be afraid of it!"

Trisha watched in silence as Britney tossed her panties and her torn blouse into 
her bag, then pulled out a stretchy, sheer tank top and slipped it on. I 
just...I don't know. I know Britney is wrong about me...at least...I think I do. 
But maybe...maybe I just don't want to admit it. Britney seems so sure of 
everything. Why can't I be more like her?

The head cheerleader picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "What? 
You still don't believe me?"

Trisha shifted nervously on her feet. I don't know what to believe anymore. 
"I...I don't know, Britney. I'm not sure yet."

The head cheerleader shrugged. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Just my advice, hun. 
Take it or leave it." Then, she walked away, her heels clacking loudly on the 
ground. She was panty-less, and the bottom of her ass poked out from the bottom 
of her miniskirt. Her braless tits swelled out of the tight tank top; the 
nipples were clearly visible in the virtually see-through fabric. Her long 
blonde hair cascaded down her back; her flared hips swung back and forth as she 
walked. Trisha admired Britney as she walked off; she could see a bit of the 
class slut's juices, overflowing out of her naked pussy and running down her 
uncovered thigh.


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 07

Trisha threw her backpack and her gym bag into the trunk of her mother's car. 
Her mom worked from home on Fridays, so she let Trisha drive herself to school. 
Cheerleading practice had run longer than usual, and the sun was already dipping 
down below the horizon as Trisha pulled out of the school parking lot. She 
turned on the radio as she drove and began to softly hum along with the song, 
but almost immediately, her mind started to drift, just as it always did these 
days. 

It had been three days since Britney had invited Trisha into the air duct to 
watch her torture Principal Johnson. But it had been Britney's words afterwards 
that had stuck so deeply in Trisha's mind. Being completely willing to be 
yourself was one thing for Britney, but...Trisha had friends to consider. What 
would they think of me if I started acting like Britney? If I started dressing 
up in tube tops and miniskirts? They would never talk to me again! As much as 
she hated their cattiness, and the way they always judged other girls for the 
way they acted, she couldn't abandon her friends. She couldn't face the shame of 
their disapproval.

This was the same conclusion that she came to every other day, but just like 
every other day, it never seemed to satisfy her. No matter how sure she was that 
she was right, she couldn't get Britney's words out of her head. Trisha turned 
on her headlights; it had gotten dark pretty quickly. Something about Britney's 
outlook on life was so intriguing to her. The head cheerleader seemed to live 
through life completely free, open about whatever she thought. A trait like that 
was something Trisha could only admire in her other people... I don't want to be 
a slut, she thought to herself, but I do wish I could be a little more true to 
myself like Britney. Sometimes I just can't stand all these expectations about 
what's right or wrong for a girl to do. I wish none of them existed! Trisha 
shook her head as she drove on in the dark. No...that's not it. It's not that 
they don't exist for Britney...it's just that she doesn't care about them. I 
wish I had the power to not care like she does. I wish I could just listen to 
myself, and my desires, and whatever I want –

SMASH!

The car lurched forward and Trisha did as well, in her seat, her brown hair 
spilling over as she jolted into the steering wheel. There was a loud, metallic 
crunch as the cheerleader's foot eased on the pedal. Pulling her hair out of her 
face, Trisha looked up, and gasped in terror. She had just slammed right into 
the back of a car. Where did it come from??? The back bumper of the car was 
completely ruined. Her mouth still open in shock, Trisha quickly shifted to 
reverse and backed up, wincing at the sound of broken glass as her car rolled 
backwards. Two seconds later though, she slammed to a halt, her hand at her 
mouth, her eyes round and wide with fear. The blue and white stripes on the car 
were unmistakable; the lights and siren on the top couldn't have been more 
obvious. I just...I just ran into a police car!

"Oh no...oh no..." Near-panicked, Trisha frantically continued to back up. Were 
there people in the car? It was dark, so she couldn't really see...then, a 
shadow moved. Then another. The two front doors opened, and a pair of policemen 
stepped out into the night. Trisha's heart plummeted. 

One of them, the one who was in the driver's seat, looked incredibly angry. He 
glared straight at Trisha, then gestured at her to get out of the car. Nervous 
and close to tears, Trisha unsteadily opened her door and stepped out. 
Immediately, she shivered in the cold night air. It had been an uncommonly warm 
day, so she had worn a sundress, one of her favorites, thin and comfy, that 
stopped above her knees and had a halter top, held up by a single bow-knotted 
string tied around her neck. In a particularly brave move, she had bought the 
same pair of heels that she had seen Britney wear, and felt proud as she 
teetered her way through the halls to each class. Now, though, the night breeze 
cut straight through the dress's thin fabric. She didn't have a jacket, either, 
so all she could do was stand by her car in her heels, and shiver.

As she risked a tentative glance at the officers, she saw that both of their 
expressions had changed. The one in the driver's seat, the smaller one, still 
looked angry, but his face was mixed partially with surprise now. The one on the 
right, the bigger one, didn't even look remotely unhappy. Instead, he seemed to 
be admiring Trisha's body. The petite cheerleader's figure was unmistakable, 
even in the darkness, cleanly framed by her silky thin dress. She was barely 
over five feet, but he could see every one of her curves; her perky, ample 
chest, her tiny, taut waist, her slightly flared hips, her slender legs.

"Little lady, what the hell do you think you're doing?" That was the smaller 
one.

"I...I'm sorry, officer," Trisha stammered. "I must have just spaced out or..."

"Spaced out?? While driving??"

"Please...I'm so sorry!"

"Look here...this is a construction zone. You're supposed to be driving at 10 
miles an hour!"

Trisha glanced around. It was nighttime...there wasn't a construction worker in 
sight. "But..."

"Not only did you damage my cruiser, but I think it's pretty obvious from the 
damage you've done that you were going over the limit."

With those words, the officer yanked out a notepad and a pencil from his back 
pocket, and began to write.

"But, officer..."

"What's your name?"

"Trisha..."

"Well then, Trisha, I would advise you to stay quiet."

The cheerleader clamped her mouth shut, frightened and frustrated, averting her 
gaze away from him. The bigger officer was eyeing her up and down, and he wasn't 
even trying to hide it. Trisha blushed. The wind was strong tonight, blowing the 
skirt of her dress against her slender, bare legs, the thin fabric fluttering in 
the wind. As she shivered in the glare from her headlights, Trisha tucked her 
hair behind her ear, out of the wind, and desperately wished she had worn 
something more practical today. She hadn't ever thought until now how flimsy the 
dress was, how the subtle pull of her breasts were secured only by a single 
bow-tie in a single strap. The bigger officer was still staring – now right at 
her chest. In the chilly evening air, the shape of Trisha's hard, round nipples 
were plainly visible through the thin fabric.

"She's a pretty little thing, ain't she, Mike."

The smaller officer looked up in shock. "Jesus Christ, Todd. She's just a girl. 
She's probably not even in college."

The bigger officer shrugged, looking unconcerned. "Nah, I bet she's not that 
young. How old are you, Trisha?"

Trisha shifted her weight, wobbling a bit on her heels before answering. "Um, 
I'm eighteen."

"There you go, Mike. She's legal."

Mike shook his head. "Stop talking like that, Jim. This isn't appropriate for 
being on duty."

"Hey, I'm not saying anything inappropriate. I'm just sayin' she's pretty. I'm 
not making her uncomfortable. Am I?" He directed the last question to Trisha, 
and took a step forward, grinning at her.

"Cut it out, Todd."

"Hey, Mike, maybe we can cut her some slack. Let her off with a warning." This 
time, both Mike and Trisha looked up in surprise. The cheerleader's heart leapt. 
Yes! Please! I'll let him hit on me as much as he wants if they just let me go!

"Are you kidding me? She trashed my cruiser! Look at my bumper!"

"Well, yeah. I know. But look at her, Mike. She's shivering, she's so scared. 
She must be cold."

Mike turned to look at Trisha, whose teeth were starting to chatter. Even as 
cold as she was, though, she couldn't help noticing Mike eyeing her body, just 
as Todd had, passing ever-so-quickly over her bare legs, the arc of her slender 
hips clearly visible in her dress, the curve of her perky breasts pulling 
against the dress's flimsy top. But he quickly averted his eyes in shame, 
looking back down at his notepad.

"Well, give her your jacket, then. She broke the law, Todd. No warning tonight."

Todd shrugged, then took off his jacket and moved forward to drape it around 
Trisha's slender shoulders. He towered over her, and the petite cheerleader felt 
even smaller than usual next to his bulky frame. She didn't resist, but instead 
watched him closely; as he moved forward, she saw his eyes flicker down once 
more, and this time she knew that he was glancing down at her chest, at the 
slightest hint of her boobs that were peeking out of the top of her dress. 
Usually whenever a guy checked her out, Trisha felt indignant and annoyed, and 
tried to ignore it. But Britney's words, always at the front of her mind these 
days, suddenly raced into her thoughts. "Sex is power" she had said. "Use it, 
enjoy it, don't be afraid of it."

Sex is power... Trisha mused over the words in her mind. And in a way, it was 
true. She had a power over this policeman; he was under her influence. Even 
though she knew it was shameless, Trisha couldn't help trying something out. She 
said nothing, accepting his jacket, pulling it around herself and crossing her 
arms. As she did it, she ever-so-slightly pressed her forearms into the sides of 
her chest, and she knew that the subtle motion was pushing her boobs together, 
making them plump up and bulge against the thin fabric of her dress. The effect 
was immediate: Todd, who had just managed to tear his eyes away from her petite 
body, had zoomed back to her chest so quickly that his head actually swung down 
slightly to stare. He lingered for a moment, still in front of her, looking down 
at her.

"Feel better?" he asked absently, still staring.

Trisha nodded slightly, watching him. "Yes. Thank you." At last, the policeman 
seemed to gain control of himself, and he stepped backwards again, to a more 
acceptable distance from Trisha. The cheerleader blinked in the glare of the 
headlights, watching as Todd tried to compose himself. I've never thought about 
this before, but...I really do have a power. I seduced Mr. Braun. I could 
definitely seduce this Todd guy. She glanced at the other policeman, who was 
still busy writing. I could probably seduce him too. Couldn't I?

"Trisha, I'll need to see your driver's license, registration, and proof of 
insurance."

"Yes, sir." Trisha nodded and began to rummage through her purse for her 
license, but her mind was still elsewhere. Yes...I could probably seduce them 
both...but what would it be like? Would it really be like Britney said? It's so 
hard to believe, but...

"Hurry up, Trisha."

The cheerleader nodded, and pulled out her wallet. What would it be like? She 
asked herself the question again. The two policemen were watching as she stepped 
forward to hand Mike her license, then turned back around to retrieve her other 
documents. As she did it, a voice rang out in her head: It would be...it would 
be...fun....

And with that, she turned back around, and walked straight towards Mike, 
stopping only when she was one pace away from him. She looked up at him with her 
brown eyes big and sweet, her mouth slightly pouty but confident, and she spoke 
in a soft, low tone.

"Please...won't you give me a warning?"

"Excuse me?" Mike turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. It was one thing 
for his partner to suggest giving a warning, but for the person who just crashed 
into his car to request it was out of line.

"No, I mean...I just meant..." Trisha stammered, but even as she spoke, she took 
a step forward, her heels clacking against the pavement. 

"Listen here, Ms. Trisha, if you think-"

Trisha took another step forward, and now she was right in front of Mike. She 
spoke very quietly, her soft eyes looking into his angry ones, but even so he 
let her interrupt him. 

"I just meant I would really appreciate it." 

And then, all of a sudden, without even thinking, her hand was on his crotch. 
Mike let out an audible gasp, and Todd's jaw dropped open. For a moment, even 
Trisha was shocked, barely believing what she had just done, but she recovered 
quickly. Slowly, she began to massage him through his pants.

"Jesus, what the hell do you – "

"Please," Trisha said, interrupting him again. "Please, I would really like a 
warning."

"Now look, you've got to-"

"Please," Trisha repeated, and then she sank to her knees on the pavement, still 
massaging his crotch, keeping her sweet brown eyes on his bulging ones. For some 
reason, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from hers.

"Trisha...Jesus, Trisha, I'm married..."

"Oh please, please, officer!" Trisha was laying it on thick now, in full pouting 
mode, on her knees in front of him. Slowly, gently, she felt for the zipper of 
his fly. "I would do anything." She pulled down the zipper and slid two fingers 
into the open crotch of his pants.

"Uh...now..."

"Anything," she repeated, now smiling at him. "Anything at all." Her prowling 
fingers found what they were looking for inside his pants; his dick, half-hard. 
She snaked it through the slit in his boxers and out of his fly, into the open, 
where she gently caressed it with her fingers, still smiling sweetly up at him.

"Hey, hey, let me in on this too." Todd had stepped forward, and was hastily, 
almost clumsily, unzipping his fly as he stood to Trisha's side.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Mike held his hand up, and both Todd and Trisha froze. Oh 
no...the cheerleader thought. I was wrong...He's going to back out! Still, she 
kept up the act.

"Yes?" She pouted up at him, smiling sweetly. "Is something wrong?"

"Ah..." He hesitated for a moment. "Let's...let's get in my car..."

Yes! Try as he might, even the nobler policeman couldn't resist this chance, a 
gorgeous little sweet eighteen-year-old, offering to do whatever they wanted. I 
knew it would work! Trisha grinned up at him as she got to her feet, and 
followed Mike to his cruiser, Todd behind her. Now, the cheerleader was in the 
middle seat, flanked by the two policemen, both leering at her. They were both 
frantically unzipping their pants, while at the same time hands roamed across 
Trisha's petite body, gently squeezing her smooth, creamy thighs and her ample, 
32C chest, caressing her slender waist and smoothly curved hips. They were both 
staring at her figure, their eyes filled with lust, and the cheerleader knew 
what they expected.

She scooted off of the middle seat, and turned around, kneeling in the cramped 
foot space of the back seat, facing them both. Their cocks were both out, hard 
and upright. She leaned forward, grasping each in one hand, gently stroking 
them. Who should I start with? Mike was the one who was more reluctant, so maybe 
she should blow him first. She leaned to her left and softly slipped the head of 
Mike's meat into her lips.

"Ohhh, Jesus..."

Trisha sucked him in a little further, letting the tip push into her mouth, 
rubbing against it with her tongue. She felt Todd's hand on her arm, and 
realized that she had forgotten to keep jacking him off. Two guys at once isn't 
easy! Now, though, she made sure to slide her hand up and down on his hard 
shaft, while continuing to suck gently at Mike's meat.

"How's it feel, Mike? How's her mouth feel?"

"So good...oh man...she's so good."

Trisha kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down, soaking his shaft, letting it 
slide in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Her soft slurps were the only sound in 
the empty night, and Trisha knew that both of the policemen's eyes were on her, 
intently watching her give Mike head. For some reason, that knowledge sent a 
tiny thrill of excitement through her. She pushed a bit deeper, and listened to 
him groan as more of his shaft sank into her saliva-soaked lips.

"Oh man...wow..."

"Come on, man, let me feel her."

Trisha smirked at Todd's words as she sucked; he was like a little boy, 
demanding his turn. But she listened to him, slipping Mike's dick out of her 
mouth with a slobbery pop, leaning over towards Todd, and gulping his dick into 
her wet lips.

"Oh shit...fuck yeah..." 

As soon as her mouth touched his throbbing meat, his hips jutted upwards, 
pushing half of his shaft into her mouth. It was unexpected, but Trisha accepted 
it, letting him slide into her mouth. Her own chest was rising with excitement 
and energy, and she kept one hand on each dick, making sure to gently stroke 
them. Mike's shaft was slick with her slobber, making it easier to slide her 
hand up and down him, and both men were groaning now. She continued to suck on 
Todd's meat, slurping softly, letting him gently jam his hips into her face. Her 
tongue snuck out of her mouth, licking eagerly at the thick, muscular ridge of 
his shaft, and she gently puckered her cheeks as she sucked his dick deeper into 
her wet mouth. Still jacking off Mike, Trisha let her hand slip off of Todd's 
cock, resting it on his thigh instead for support as she dipped up and down on 
his thick rod, inhaling deeply as she tasted his meat. 

She continued like this for a while, bobbing, slurping, her saliva slithering 
out of her lips and coating Todd's shaft. Then, she felt Mike's hand on her 
slender shoulder, tugging at her, and she knew that he wanted another turn. So 
she switched back, letting Todd's meat slowly glide out of her lips, and leaning 
back to her left to gulp down Mike's little soldier. She could feel his lust 
throbbing through his cock as she gently thrust her lips down his shaft, 
swallowing him, slurping and licking with enthusiasm. She guided his meat in and 
out of her mouth several times before sliding it out completely, raising his 
cock up to let her lick at his balls and run her tongue up and down his shaft. 
She kept her gaze on Mike's face, and delighted in the expression of complete 
ecstasy spread across it. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were fixated on 
Trisha, unable to look away even if he had wanted to. The cheerleader's other 
hand was firm on Todd's meat, stroking it, feeling the blood pulsating in its 
hardness.

A hand snaked across Trisha's back; it was Todd's, feeling the smooth skin of 
her body, the skin that had looked so gorgeous as she had stood in her dress and 
her heels in the night. The cheerleader silently let him fondle her as she 
continued to lick at Mike's cock. Todd's hand slowly made its way up to her 
neck, and then she felt him fumbling with the knot of her dress. As the 
cheerleader plunged her lips down Mike's dick, she felt the string of the 
dress's halter top loosen, and the fabric silently fell. Now, Trisha's breasts 
were revealed; soft, round and ample, her nipples hard in the cold, darkened 
backseat of the police car. A moment later, she felt Todd's hand groping her 
tit, gently squeezing the tender, round globe in the darkness. She let him feel 
both her boobs as she continued to lick and suck at Mike's meat. Several more 
times, she slurped her way up and down Mike's shaft before switching again, 
jacking off Mike and guzzling down Todd's meat.

"Jesus Christ. Fuck, her tits are amazing."

"Yeah? Man, she can really suck some cock."

Topless, her breasts being fondled and groped by both men now, squeezed into the 
foot space of the back seat, listening to them talk about her, Trisha continued 
to blow the two officers. The only sounds were the groans of the two men and the 
slick, slobbery smacks and pops of Trisha slurping on both of their cocks. She 
was careful to jack off whoever she wasn't giving head to, and made sure to 
switch back and forth to keep them both occupied. 

She couldn't deny it either: the entire experience was incredibly thrilling to 
her. To keep both of them in her sway, to watch them beg for a turn to plunge 
into her wet lips, to see their looks of delight as she licked up and down their 
meat and of disappointment as she switched back to the other one; all of this 
filled her with excitement. She began to relish the feeling of their meat in her 
mouth, the stiff yet soft flesh rubbing against her tongue, the hard throbbing 
warmth that moved against the insides of her cheeks. She even began to let out 
soft moans of her own, enjoying the feeling of them straining against her mouth, 
enthusiastically thrusting her face against their hips as she sucked and 
impatiently pulling her hair back from her face to get better access.


"Oh God....oh that feels so good..."

"Fuck yeah...suck it, sweetheart, suck it..."

Trisha winked up at them as she drooled. Her entire body was into it now, her 
back slightly arched and her ass out, her shoulders hunched over the seat to let 
her plunge even further down. She was filled with excitement and energy, and let 
out another soft moan as she shoved herself deep, deep down Todd's dick. She 
felt the tip pressing into her throat, and pushed even further, throating him, 
cutting off her own breathing, feeling the skin of his balls just barely 
tickling her lips, delighting in her own prowess. Todd let out a loud groan, 
thrusting his hips towards her, and Trisha gagged slightly, pulled herself off 
of him, and grinning at his excitement. 

She switched back to Mike, slurping and gulping and swallowing, her eyes 
twinkling with happiness. Trisha's fingers were slick and soaked now, and so 
were her lips; her cheeks were flushed red from the effort of bobbing up and 
down so many times. She was almost certain that a puddle had formed on the seat 
of each officer from her eager drooling, but she didn't care, happily continuing 
to guzzle down both of their dicks. 

She was playing with them too, experimenting. She would start out with some 
swift, steady bobbing, plunging their shaft into her mouth and letting it slide 
against her plump lips. Then, every once and a while, she would throw in a deep, 
powerful thrust, burying their shafts in her throat, locking her lips around the 
base of their dicks and listening them groan out loud as she let them stay 
stuffed inside of her for several seconds before pulling them back out. Or, she 
would pop their meat out of her mouth completely, and jack them off as she 
greedily licked at their balls. The cheerleader loved watching their different 
reactions, and had just throated Mike's meat yet again when he let out a loud 
groan. She felt the throbbing grow in his shaft, and his balls tightened 
slightly against the strain of her slurping lips.

"Oh...ohhh...I'm so close..."

Trisha was almost disappointed that he was ready to cum, but she didn't let up. 
Still jacking off Todd's cock, she eagerly continued to gulp Mike down deep, 
feeling him push against her throat, stuffing her full. Her slobbery lips hugged 
his shaft, sucking, milking him hard. She moaned in her enthusiasm, her hand 
firm against the base of his shaft, her fingers gently massaging Mike's balls. 
She slurped and slurped, feeling him throb in her throat, until...

"Okay! I'm...ugh!!"

The cheerleader could taste the saltiness splash across her tongue, spreading 
through her entire mouth, hot and gooey. His cum spurted out of his cock and 
deep into her throat, overwhelming her tastebuds with the flavor of his manhood. 
His cock jolted in between her eager lips as she sucked, and he was gently 
grinding his hips against her face, groaning loudly. She could feel each stream 
as it came out, blasting across her tongue, filling her mouth. Trisha continued 
to bob, sucking gently, milking every possible drop of his juices into her 
excited lips.

"Aghh...holy...holy...shit..." Mike shuddered.

She felt him slowly relax, and she tenderly let his hard, swollen member slide 
and pop out of her lips. Trisha swallowed his cum with a noisy gulp, feeling it 
run down her throat and into her stomach. She couldn't help smiling as she did 
it, watching Mike gasp as he watched. I want more... She quickly turned to Todd. 
Without hesitation, the cheerleader quickly guzzled down his rod, licking with a 
newfound, frantic energy, her bobbing faster, gulping and drooling as she raised 
and lowered herself on him.

"Ohhh fuck!"

He responded with his own enthusiasm, his hands now harsh and hard on her tits, 
his hips thrusting into her, plowing his dick into her excited mouth. Up and 
down she went, thrusting her face against his crotch, feeling his cock strain 
and throb against her tired lips. Drool was dribbling down her chin in her 
effort, but she only sped up more, excited and eager to help Todd climax as 
quickly as possible. Her slurps were much louder now, noisy and sloppy, and the 
cheerleader had planted both of her wet hands on his gently grinding thighs, 
pushing herself up and down on his meat. Come on! She was almost bursting with 
anticipation. Cum! Cum!

He didn't disappoint her.

"Ohhhh...ahhhhh....Fuuuck!!!"

For the second time, Trisha felt a cock twitch and spurt in her mouth, and 
stream after stream of Todd's cum rushed into her lips and her throat. He began 
to thrust uncontrollably into her, stretching and prodding her lips as she did 
it, and she thought she could feel some of his juice leak out of her, but she 
eagerly slurped at his shaft, hoping to lick it all back up. The feeling was so 
wonderful; her mouth full of saltiness, her chest full of excitement. As with 
Mike, she let Todd finish his orgasm before she gently, slowly slid her lips off 
his shaft. Then, she couldn't help herself; she began to play with Todd's jizz. 
She raised two fingers to her mouth and gently parted her lips, letting his 
sperm dribble onto her fingertips. Then, the cheerleader twirled her fingers in 
front of her, watching the sticky, gooey mess dribble from her lips to her 
fingers, before tilting her head back and raising her hand above her to let the 
cum plop back into her waiting mouth, drop by drop. 

Delighted and thoroughly enjoying herself, the cheerleader didn't even realize 
until then that both of the policemen were watching her, their eyes as round and 
big as saucers, their mouths open. In another state of mind, Trisha might have 
been as shocked at herself as they were, but she was enjoying herself too much 
to care. She laughed at them, and let Todd's cum bubble out of her mouth back 
onto her fingers, watching the gooey mess drip everywhere. Then, she hastily 
licked it all back up, sliding each finger into her mouth and sucking noisily, 
running her tongue over every inch of her hand to make sure she got it all. 
Finally, with a pleased smile, she swallowed the juice in a loud gulp, licking 
her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the policemen, and she couldn't help 
laughing again.

They were staring at her, blinking, unable to speak. It was as if by swallowing 
their loads, Trisha had managed to strike them dumb. Then, a thought came over 
her. These looks that they're giving me...they're exactly the same as the looks 
Britney gets all the time. Whenever she walks by, all those boys get slack-jawed 
and can't even think. She couldn't help smiling as she thought about it. 

Wait a minute...am I as hot as Britney? At that moment, the full impact of what 
she had just done hit her: she had just crashed into a police car with two 
policemen in it, and then seduced her way out of it! That sounded exactly like 
something Britney would do. Okay...so what would Britney do now? She would just 
wink at them and leave, before they could even recover. So Trisha did the same, 
smiling sweetly at each of them, winking seductively before climbing her way 
towards the door. Still topless, she opened it and climbed out.

"See ya later, officers," she cooed, then shut the door. As the night wind cut 
through her half-stripped dress, she teetered her way back into her car. She 
fingered the halter top straps that were hanging uselessly around her waist, 
pulling them back around her neck and tying them. She straightened her long 
brown hair in the rear-view mirror, then set her car into drive and took off, 
not even glancing at the policemen still in the backseat.

***

Her parents were out eating dinner with friends; they had left a note. Trisha 
barely even finished reading it before bolting upstairs and into her room, 
slamming the door.. For a full minute, she stared at herself in the mirror. I 
thought I was such a good girl but...maybe...maybe I'm not. Her face flushed as 
she examined her reflection. I just...I just gave head to two policemen. And it 
was all just to get out of a ticket! 

She looked down at herself, at her stiletto heels, her flimsy, thin sundress, 
hastily tied before she walked into the house. From her viewpoint, she could see 
her firm, round tits, braless, beneath the fabric of the dress. Then, she 
remembered the look on their faces as she had swallowed each of their loads in 
turn, how they had gasped and squirmed and groaned as she buried their cocks in 
her face. She couldn't help smiling, and as she looked in the mirror, she 
suddenly realized something. She was sexy. Her petite, slender body, framed in 
the thin fabric of her skimpy dress; her round, firm tits, which the policemen 
had so eagerly fondled. Every inch of her was sexy. She smiled at herself, 
reliving the entire incident. They were like putty in my hands, she thought, 
grinning as she turned around in front of the mirror. They were almost out of 
their minds, after I sucked their cocks.

And then the feeling of their cocks in her mouth returned, and suddenly the 
cheerleader's entire body flushed with a faint lust. She had never thought about 
it before, but the sensation of a throbbing rod against her lips; the hot lust 
pulsating in their shafts, the tender skin sliding across her lips and her 
tongue, all of it, was wonderful. Trisha closed her eyes as she ran her hands 
down her body, remembering the way that Mike and Todd had caressed her naked 
shoulders, her back, and her tits. They were like little kids, with my 
tits...they couldn't even contain themselves!

The cheerleader plopped herself on the floor in front of the mirror, eyes still 
closed, legs spread, still running her hands over her firm tits and her slender 
waist. She was remembering every detail now: the way Todd impatiently thrust 
himself deeper into her mouth, even when she was throating him; the way Mike's 
balls twitched and grew as he spurted his spunk between her lips. Oh...God...it 
was so hot... Impatiently, Trisha pulled up the hem of her dress, and wrenched 
her panties aside. I can still taste their cum in my mouth...

Wasting no time, the cheerleader buried her fingertips in her twat, running the 
tips along the folds of her pussy, gently pressing in at the sensitive flesh in 
between. Oooh...I'm soaking wet! She shuddered gently, and stretched herself out 
on the floor, arching her back and raising her legs, keeping her eyes closed.

They had watched her the entire time, not only when she was blowing each of them 
but when she was blowing the other one too, admiring her body as she pushed 
herself up and down their rods, watching her slurp and drool as she worked. 
Their groans rang through her ears, and Trisha groaned herself, and she plunged 
two fingers deep into her twat, feeling her hot juices run down her knuckles. 
Their hard shafts against my lips...their meat, stuffed down my throat...their 
ballsacs, running across my tongue...oh God! The cheerleader couldn't help 
herself – just remembering the scene was overwhelming her.

She was fucking herself in a powerful rhythm now, her body rocking against her 
fingers, her hand pumping her aching twat. With her other hand, the cheerleader 
began to yank viciously at the flimsy strings of the dress's top, pulling 
impatiently until the knot around her neck came undone, and she could yank the 
dress off of her tits. Now, Trisha began to run her hands across her boobs, 
tweaking her nipples, feeling her entire body flush as she gently squeezed them. 
She slipped her hand into her mouth and began to lick eagerly, as if the 
policemen's cum were still on her lips and her hand, as if she could still feel 
the gooeyness swishing in her mouth.

"Oh...oh God..." she moaned softly, one hand now working furiously at her twat, 
the other pinching and prodding her erect, thrilled nipples. She added a third 
finger into her soaked twat, whimpering as she felt it stretch and fill her even 
more. What would it be like, she now wondered, if they had fucked me? She 
imagined it now, in the cramped backseat of the police car. They would have 
taken turns, she decided, fucking her. What position? 

Her hands were a blur now, plunging and tweaking and rubbing, and she squealed 
with each thrust. Maybe doggy-style! Trisha's back arched further upwards at the 
thought, and she imagined it in her mind: she could be draped across the seat, 
Todd behind her, one hand on the door handle for support, the other on her ass, 
guiding her little pussy to engulf his cock.

"Oh...oh my God!"

...Or maybe she could ride Mike, bouncing on top of him. He could be sitting in 
the carseat and she could be straddling him, facing him, bouncing up and down 
like a cowgirl, letting his cock impale her. He would plunge so deep into 
me...so deep...

"Oh God...Yessss! Oh my Goddd...." Her moans echoed through her room, and now 
both hands were at her pussy, switching back and forth; one of them plowing into 
her soaked twat, the other grinding against the nub of her clit. My tits would 
be bouncing in his face...he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of 
them. They would be staring at me as they fucked, touching me, grabbing me, 
pulling my body. They wouldn't be able to get enough of me!

"Ahhh...ahhhh!!!" Trisha was propped up on her elbows now, rigid and stiff, her 
hands furiously working at her twat, her entire body gently grinding in the 
rhythm of her masturbation. 

They'd trade me between them, back and forth. They'd argue over me, fight over 
whose turn it was, like I wasn't even a person, but just a...

"Slut..." Trisha softly moaned the word out loud. She couldn't help it, it just 
felt so good to say, and now her thoughts gushed out of her lips, unbidden, 
uncontrolled. "...just...a slut...sucking and fucking both of them...a dirty 
little girl...ohhh God..." They'd violate me...ravage me...and all just because 
I didn't want to get in trouble.

"Just...just to get out of a...ticket," Trisha panted quietly to herself, her 
excitement growing as she spoke, her fingers stiff and blurry fast, shooting 
searing waves of pleasure through her, wracking her petite figure with wild, 
carnal lust. Her whole body was rolling and bucking up and down, like a single 
wave. "I would...fuck them...just to get out of...a ticket..." She squeezed her 
eyes shut. "Just like...a dirty slut..."

The words repeated in her mind, over and over. A slut...a whore...a nasty little 
whore...they would fuck me so hard and so deep, they'd fuck their little slut, 
just a filthy little slut, and then at the end...they'd...they'd...

"Ohhh...ohhhh GODDDDD!!!!" Her entire body rocked upwards, shuddering and 
jolting, as if the whole room was shaking her back and forth. Her legs, spread 
in the air, began to spasm uncontrollably, and Trisha could feel her pussy clamp 
down on her fingers, convulsing in her orgasm, hot juices spilling forth and 
dribbling onto the floor. 

"OHHHH!!! OHHHH GOD YESSSSS!!!!!"

Her eyes were closed and her toes were curled, and she imagined the officers' 
cum now, in her mouth, on her lips, running down her chin, filling her pussy, 
drenching her. She continued to shudder and squirm against the floor, screaming 
her joy at the ceiling in earsplitting tones.

"YES!! YES!!! OH GOD, YES!!!" Her entire body radiated with pleasure, red-hot 
and thick, engulfing her, jolting through her and forcing her body to wildly 
buck and thrash. She felt their cum everywhere, now, filling her twat and 
overflowing, dribbling out, splattering across her perky tits and on her tongue 
and down her throat, filling her heaving, gasping chest. Her fingers were still 
buried to the knuckles in her pussy, three of them, and she could feel the 
scorching flesh of her love canal, swollen and juicy. A ragged, soft moan raced 
through her lips as the cheerleader relaxed against the floor, satiated, 
thrilled and ecstatic. Trisha lay there for several minutes, panting, slowly 
catching her breath, letting her little body recover, feeling her juices leak 
out of her swollen pussy. At last, she stood up, and once more she glanced at 
her reflection in the mirror.

Her hair was even more ruined than before, tangled and draped haphazardly across 
her face and her shoulders. Her dress was wrinkled, the top half dangling around 
her waist, exposing her round tits. The skin around the nipples had turned red 
from her reckless pinches.

Is this who I am? Is this who I am meant to be? She didn't know the answer to 
those questions, so she only stood silently in front of the mirror, still 
thinking, still unsure. Then, she changed the question. I don't know who I am 
but...is this...is this who I want to be? Is this what I want? She meant for 
those questions to be unanswerable too, but as soon as she thought them, she 
felt her own response, almost like it was bubbling up through her entire body, 
only reaching her mind after every other part of her knew it.

"Yes," she said to her own reflection in the mirror. "Yes, this is what I want!" 
She smiled as she said it, but she didn't know why – she didn't know what made 
her answer in that way. All she knew was that she was sure it was the right 
answer. In the next instant, she had leapt onto her bed. She grabbed her purse 
and began impatiently rummaging through it until she found what she wanted; her 
cell phone. She flipped it open and dialed the number. She hugged her knees to 
her chest as she counted the rings. One...two....three...come on, pick up!

"Hello?"

Trisha's heart leapt. "Hello...Britney...?"


Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 08 

The weekend flashed by in a blur, and Trisha and Britney spent every minute 
possible together. For some reason, when Trisha wasn't around her other friends, 
all the things about Britney that she disapproved of didn't matter anymore. 
Sure...she's a little over the top...but really, she's just comfortable with who 
she is. It was amazing how at ease Trisha felt around the head cheerleader. And 
yet, when Monday came, she felt more uneasy than ever. What will my friends 
think if I tell them I spent the weekend with Britney? Should I keep it a 
secret? What will Britney think if I do?

"Hey, Trisha." It was just before the last class of the day, and Mandy was 
running to catch up to her in the hall. "I called you on Saturday night. Where 
were you?"

"Oh..." The cheerleader did her best to give a casual shrug. "Sorry, Mandy, I 
was busy."

"Oh. That's okay. Hey, what do you..."

"Trisha?"

The two girls turned around. Britney was walking straight towards them, her 
long, curly blonde hair draped down her shoulders and her back. Her high-heeled 
boots were laced up to the knee, framing her long, slender legs. The head 
cheerleader's tank-top had once been a normal blouse, but Britney had modified 
it, cutting a slit near the top so that her tits popped out, halfway visible, 
dancing in her bra as she strode towards them. Her ass was barely covered by a 
tight, red miniskirt.

Trisha could already feel Mandy's disposition grow cold and her expression turn 
icy as the head cheerleader approached them. All her friends were good girls, 
and they were so disapproving of Britney. Oh no...She took a deep breath.

"Hey, Trish...I wanted to show you something this afternoon. It's a really great 
store, downtown. You interested?"

As soon as Britney spoke, Mandy turned to face Trisha, looking both confused and 
a little hurt. Trisha shifted uneasily on her feet. I want to say yes, 
but...Mandy would disapprove of me. In her head, she chided herself for being so 
concerned with everyone's opinions. Why do I have to care so much what all my 
friends think? If I want to be friends with Britney, then I'll do it! She braced 
herself, then smiled up at the head cheerleader.

"Sure, Britney. I'll see you after school."

Mandy's face changed immediately; her jaw dropped, and she stared at Trisha in 
shock. The head cheerleader smiled slightly and nodded. "Okay...see you after 
school." She walked up, leaving Trisha and Mandy standing alone in the hall in 
silence.

Trisha timidly turned to face her friend, wincing at the shock still etched in 
Mandy's face. Finally, her friend spoke. "You...um...you're...you're friends 
with Britney?" She couldn't seem to will herself to say it.

Trisha stared glumly at her feet. She hated Mandy's disapproval, but she also 
hated the thought of trying to hide her friendship with the head cheerleader. 
"U-um...well...I guess so..."

"When did that happen?" Now Mandy was starting to sound a little angry.

"I...well...it just..."

BRRRRRRING!!!!

It was the school bell. Trisha was both relieved and unhappy that it rang; on 
the one hand, it had saved her from explaining everything to Mandy. On the other 
hand, now she had to leave her friend standing in the hall, looking shocked, 
confused, and hurt.

"I...I'm sorry, Mandy! I'll call you tonight!" she said over her shoulder, 
hurrying away to her class. 

As soon as she reached her classroom, she picked a desk in the back and flopped 
into it, her feet dangling off the chair. The petite cheerleader slowly arranged 
her lacy white skirt on her legs; she didn't usually wear miniskirts, but her 
weekend with Britney had made her a little braver. It wasn't quite the 
skin-tight minis that Britney wore, but it was short and cute, made of lacy 
white frills that stopped near the tops of her thighs. The blouse she wore was 
brave for her too; the V-neck plunged lower than she normally wore, revealing 
just a teasing peak of her 32C breasts, perky and ample in contrast to her 
slight, slender frame.

She couldn't lie to herself either; as she had examined her outfit that morning 
in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her reflection; her miniskirt 
showing off her bare legs, her blouse accentuating the curves of her firm chest 
and her tiny waist. This is what I like about hanging out with Britney...the way 
it makes me feel! If only I could make Mandy understand that... Trisha slunk 
down in her chair and wondered where Britney was taking her today.

***

Less than half an hour after the final bell rang, Britney's car was pulling up 
to a dingy old store, tucked in the corner of a strip mall. Trisha was in the 
passenger seat, still a little glum.

"So I guess your friend Mandy doesn't like me very much, huh?"

"Oh..." Trisha blushed a little bit. "Umm...it's not that she doesn't like 
you...it's just..."

Britney cut her off. "Don't worry, Trish. Trust me, I'm used to girls not liking 
me. Comes with the territory, ya know?" She grinned as she got out of the car, 
and Trisha did the same.

"Yeah...okay. Still...I'm sorry."

"Like I said, don't worry. Cute skirt, by the way." Britney smirked as she 
watched the petite cheerleader carefully tug it down, making sure it covered her 
ass.

"Thanks. So...what is this place?"

"Well," a sly grin crept across the head cheerleader's face. "You were telling 
me over the weekend that you were thinking maybe I was right...how you maybe 
really were a slut. And you wanted to explore it a little more?"

"Um...I guess..." Trisha shifted a bit on her feet. She still had a little 
trouble hearing the word "slut" applied to her; she couldn't admit it outright 
the way Britney could.

"So I thought maybe I'd help you a little bit."

The cheerleader glanced up at Britney's words. Uh oh. The grin on Britney's face 
was starting to worry Trisha. What's she going to make me do? She laughed 
nervously. "Umm...Britney...what's going on...?"

"Relax, hun. You'll see." The head cheerleader swung open the door. A sign in 
the window said: "OPEN: You must be 18 and older to enter." The sign just below 
said: "XXX! Hottest material around! Books, Magazines, and More!" It's an adult 
bookstore. Britney's taking me into an adult bookstore... Her heart pounding, 
the cheerleader slowly followed her friend into the store. Uh oh...

The store was small and cramped with aisles of books, but there were a 
surprising number of people inside. Britney gestured Trisha to follow her.

"Umm...are you going to get me a dirty book, Britney? Cause I mostly just rely 
on my imagination for...you know."

Britney laughed. "Don't worry. I just want to show you something in the back."

As she followed the class slut, threading through the shelves, Trisha glanced at 
the rows of books; covers with naked, ecstatic women and muscular, hulking men. 
She paused for a moment in front of a magazine rack, where a girl in a 
cheerleader's outfit was on her knees, half a dozen cocks hanging in front of 
her, her entire grinning face and huge chest plastered with sticky white 
streaks. A caption in big red letters read: SLUTTY NICOLE'S PHOTOSHOOT! DRENCHED 
IN CUM! Trisha stared at the picture for a moment before blushing and hurrying 
on, her miniskirt swishing as she caught up with Britney.

The head cheerleader walked into the back, past the bathrooms, and gestured 
Trisha into an unlabeled door at the end of the hallway. The two girls walked 
in, and Britney shut the door. Trisha looked around, confused. The room was 
completely devoid of furniture or even a bookshelf, but it was surprisingly 
well-lit. The walls were blank too, the paint peeling, except for a massive 
mirror, which stretched across the top half of one wall. Just below it was a row 
of four round holes, each only a few inches wide. Weird. They must be for 
electrical chords or...something. 

"Umm...what did you want to show me?"

"Oh, you know." Britney gave a vague shrug. "Just wanted you to check out this 
room." She had a strange grin on her face, and as Trisha glanced around, she 
heard a door creak open out in the hallway, and footsteps that seemed just on 
the other side of the wall. And she didn't miss Britney's grin grow wider at the 
sound.

"Britney...what's going on?"

The head cheerleader shrugged again. "Nothing, Trish. It's no big deal. 
Just...you know...get comfortable. Make yourself at home." 

Britney dropped her purse in the corner and then walked to the center of the 
room, her boots clicking. And then, out of nowhere, Britney tossed her head, 
throwing her blonde curls forward and then back. She ran her hands sensually 
through her hair, and then bent over, her ass facing the mirror. Her 
cheerleaders' flexibility showed at once; Britney easily touched her toes, and 
Trisha watched as the class slut's miniskirt slid up her ass, revealing a black, 
lacy thong and the generous lobes of her ass. Britney stayed bent over for just 
a second, and then straightened, stretching towards the sky, arching her back 
and thrusting her massive chest forward. Trisha could only stare in silence, 
completely confused.

'Britney...what...what the heck's going on?" As she spoke, she suddenly heard 
more noises, coming from the wall; almost like rustling, or people moving.

"Just stretching. Come on, join me!" Britney bent down and touched her toes, 
then straightened and stretched one more; her miniskirt was now ridden halfway 
up her ass. Exasperated, Trisha walked up to Britney, stopping right in front of 
her. She looked up at her friend's face– Britney was several inches taller than 
the petite cheerleader, and the boots only made her even taller – and demanded: 
"Britney! Tell me what's going on!"

The head cheerleader leaned down, grinning, and whispered in Trisha's ear: "What 
do you think those holes are for, Trisha?"

The cheerleader glanced over Britney's shoulder. There were four of them, spaced 
about a foot apart, in a row. "I...I don't know..."

"Think, hun. What would fit just perfectly in one of those holes?"

Trisha paused for a moment, staring, confused. She looked back up at Britney and 
saw her grin, and then she gasped. No way! It couldn't be! "Britney!"

The head cheerleader laughed at Trisha's shock. "It's a one-way mirror, 
sweetie," she whispered. "Everyone in the store knows what these rooms are for. 
As soon as we walked in back, I guarantee ya, every single guy ran into the room 
on the other side of that wall to watch us. And maybe more." She winked, then 
straightened up again, gasped her own tank top, and ripped it off in a single 
motion, tossing it in the corner. Her boobs sprung out, round and huge, in their 
black, lacy bra.

Trisha blushed fiercely as she watched Britney strip. "Britney! This is...this 
is weird! I'm not doing this!"

The head cheerleader gave Trisha an exasperated look. "Jesus, Trisha! You're 
willing to blow two cops but you can't dance for a few lonely men? How selfish 
of you!" She laughed.

"Well...I..." That was different. This is so...so...well...Trisha suddenly 
realized that she couldn't explain why it was different, even just to herself.

"Come on, Trish! You told me how much fun it was to be a slut! You said you 
loved how they couldn't get enough of you! So, now, every single one of those 
guys in the next room are waiting and praying that you'll get your pretty little 
butt out of that miniskirt! What do you think of that?"

Trisha paused, watching as Britney twirled around on the spot, thrusting her 
chest at the mirror and licking her lips. It was the exact same as the policemen 
last week, who had gaped and goggled at her as she sucked their cocks, who had 
run their hands over her body like she was some kind of idol. That night was so 
thrilling...and this...well... Maybe it was just that this was so direct; 
Britney walking in here just to strip, the men in the other room just to watch 
her. But even if it was strange, it was kind of empowering, in a funny sort of 
way, to think that a bunch of guys were in the next room, admiring her, wanting 
her, maybe even jerking off to her. That was what I heard...they really all ran 
into the other room just to watch us?

Out of nowhere, she suddenly wished she had worn high heels to go along with her 
skirt. I would have been even sexier...no! This is weird! They're 
just...watching me! That's so...so... But she didn't know what it was. She 
glanced over her shoulder at the holes in the wall, at the mirror, musing 
silently. Britney was running her hands over her body, ever-so-slowly pulling 
the cups of her bra off of her double-D tits. It's...so dirty! Her body flushed 
at the thought of it.

"Well, Trisha?" Now, Britney's bra was in the corner too, and she was playing 
with her tits, squeezing and groping them in front of the mirror.

"I...um..."

"What...still think there's something wrong with a slut?"

Maybe...I don't know... Slowly, timidly, the cheerleader leaned her petite body 
forward, standing on her tip-toes and letting her miniskirt ride up to reveal a 
peek of her ass in the one-way mirror. She did it only for a moment; the next 
second, she flopped back down, too embarrassed and self-conscious to continue.

Britney laughed. "Come on, girl! You gotta give them a little more than that!"

Trisha glanced nervously at her friend. The cheerleader couldn't deny it; part 
of her wanted to give a show, just like Britney, but...this is so weird! Still, 
she tried again, bending forward and slightly spreading her legs. She uneasily 
began to run her hands up and down her legs, finally easing them up her thighs 
and riding up her skirt, revealing her cotton pink panties.

"Yeah, hun! That's the spirit." The head cheerleader laughed, standing topless 
next to Trisha and admiring her. But Britney could tell that Trisha was still 
nervous, so she raised her head and called out to the wall: "What do you think, 
boys? You approve?"

Trisha jumped in shock as she heard a patter of muffled voices from the other 
room, some thick and loud, others quiet.

"Yeah...yeah..."

"Nice ass!"

"Show us more, sweetheart!"

Trisha gaped up at Britney, shocked and delighted at the reactions. The head 
cheerleader grinned back. "Well, hun...you asked me to teach you. Here's your 
first lesson. Get every single one of our friends in the other room to cum."

The petite cheerleader couldn't help smiling. Hearing their responses through 
the wall was unexpected, but on the other hand, it made her feel so confident, 
knowing what they thought of her body. Her confidence bubbled into pride, and 
her pride become excitement, racing through her body and filling her with eager 
energy. So...seeing my ass gets you excited, huh? A mischievous grin crept 
across her face, and she felt her chest rise. You ain't seen nothing yet!

Seconds later, her blouse was up around her shoulders, revealing a white bra, 
and Trisha was slowly, teasingly tugging it over her head, wiggling her petite 
body back and forth as she did it. She shook out her long brown hair as she 
pulled the top off her body, and then began to run her hands over her slender, 
dainty frame. Then, they were at her chest, tugging the cups of her bra down, 
showing off her round, 32C-cup tits. The two cheerleaders were now both in front 
of the mirror, dancing, bending over, running their hands over their tits, down 
their legs, each giving teasing glances up their miniskirts. We're such a 
contrast... Trisha thought. Britney was tall and curvy, her legs long, her 
massive tits bulging. The head cheerleader was squeezing both of them now, and 
raised one nipple up to her mouth, licking her own tit, flicking it with her 
tongue. And then there was Trisha, barely over five feet tall, looking cute and 
innocent, with perky tits and a lithe, slim body. She grinned at Britney, and 
the head cheerleader winked back. Trisha reached behind her back and unclasped 
her bra, letting it drop to the floor, flashing a sweet smile at the mirror, 
imagining the crowd of men behind it. Then, she twirled around twice in the 
spot, her eyes pouty and sweet, her hands on her gently flared hips, a petite 
eighteen-year-old clad in nothing but a lacy miniskirt and tennis shoes. Her 
eagerness and her excitement coursed through her as she spun, filling her with 
confidence, and an almost desperate desire to show off her body as much as 
possible.

Her hands clasped her skirt, and Trisha was starting to wriggle it down her hips 
when Britney stopped her. The head cheerleader grinned down at her friend, 
laughing at her enthusiasm. "Trish, honey. You gotta slow down a bit!"

"Huh?"

The head cheerleader tossed her hair. "First rule of exciting a man: make them 
wait. Never give them everything they want at once. You have to take your time." 
Britney winked at Trisha. "Then, when you finally get to the good stuff, they're 
already bursting to cum." With that, the head cheerleader turned back to the 
mirror, still playing with her tits, still turning and running her hands over 
her legs.

Trisha nodded at Britney's words. She thought back now to her striptease for Mr. 
Braun – it seems so long ago! – when she was trying to stall him as long as 
possible. Then she turned back to the mirror, running her hands over her firm, 
perky tits, gently squeezing them, pinching her sensitive nipples, feeling a 
tiny thrill flow through her chest. She shuddered gently, feeling the pleasure 
run across her skin. Trisha arched her back and raised herself on her tiptoes, 
flaunting her ass at the mirror, her miniskirt just barely covering her curves. 
She slipped two fingers into her mouth, licking them, coating them in her 
saliva, then gently began to run them across her tits, circling her nipples, 
feeling them respond to her gentle touch.

It felt like her entire body was overrun with excitement, and the cheerleader 
didn't even know why. All she was doing was dancing in front of a mirror, in an 
empty room; she wasn't even naked. But just the thought of those men, eyeing 
every inch of her, and their voices that had called out to her; it was all she 
needed. She loved the thought of them crowded around the mirror, staring at her, 
admiring her perky chest and her sexy body. Maybe some of them even have their 
cocks out...maybe they're jacking off, just watching me and Britney, just 
imagining what it would feel like to fuck us... Trisha shuddered gently in lust, 
and she knew that the thoughts were a little conceited, but she indulged herself 
anyway. She imagined the entire room crowded full of men, pushing for a good 
view, every single pair of eyes locked on her short, dainty frame, fixed on her 
miniskirt, hoping that she would raise it up just a couple inches and show them 
her panties. Her panties...which were now soaking wet...

Ooooh... Trisha wasn't even thinking about what she was doing now; her mind was 
lost in her imagination, her lust had taken over her body. A hand slowly began 
to sneak down her waist, towards the hem of her miniskirt. Just think about what 
they're imagining now...all the ways they would fuck me, pound me, ravage every 
inch of me... Eagerly, the cheerleader slid her hand under her skirt and her 
panties, slowly caressing the tender skin, and then, she was at her pussy, 
dripping with anticipation, and a wave of pleasure rushed through her.

"Oh..." Trisha threw back her shoulders and arched her back, thrusting her perky 
chest out. Her fingertips were already soaked with her juices, and she gently 
began to rub back and forth at the soft lips of her pussy, each motion making 
her shudder with lust. All Trisha could think about were those men, and their 
rock-hard dicks, standing at attention just for her. They're probably jacking 
off now...they're trying to cum as they watch me... She suddenly realized what a 
sight she must be, on her tip-toes, her hand buried in her miniskirt, her head 
back, rubbing at her own twat. But the thought only turned her on more, and she 
let out a soft moan as she dug her fingers deeper into her cunt.


"Ohhh..."

Her lust had completely overtaken her now, but just at that moment, she felt 
Britney standing behind her, her massive tits pressed into Trisha's back. One of 
the head cheerleader's hands were gently sliding over Trisha's boobs, groping 
each one in turn. The other was outstretched in front of the petite cheerleader, 
and Trisha couldn't take her eyes off it. Grasped in Britney's hand was the head 
cheerleader's thick, 12-inch dildo.

"Brought it, just in case. Thought we might want to use it," the head 
cheerleader whispered in Trisha's ear.

Trisha's lust-addled body could barely control itself. She stared down at the 
dildo, her eyes big and eager, then glanced back up at Britney. "I thought we 
were supposed to make them wait for the good stuff, Brit," she teased.

The head cheerleader laughed. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you 
think?"

Trisha nodded. "Definitely."

She whirled around and grinned at her friend. Then the cheerleader sat down, her 
miniskirt fluttering out around her as she raised and spread her legs. Britney 
laughed.

"Always so selfish, Trisha," she teased. "If you don't face the mirror, all our 
nice friends can't see."

"Oh." Trisha quickly rearranged, stretching herself across the floor in front of 
the mirror. Her eyes were bright and excited as she watched Britney, naked 
except for her heels, kneel in front of her, the dildo clasped in one hand, the 
other one gently running across Trisha's bare legs. Every inch of Trisha's body 
was pounding with lust now. Her mind rushed once more with the image of the 
other room, full of men, staring down at the two cheerleaders. They're going to 
watch me masturbate! They're going to see Britney fuck me with a dildo... Her 
slender hips trembled softly as Britney slowly, teasingly raised Trisha's 
miniskirt off of her legs, and gently pushed her panties aside. The head 
cheerleader smirked.

"Holy shit, Trish. You're soaking wet."

The petite cheerleader nodded, her breathing harder now, her eyes still fixed on 
the dildo. "I...I know. I want it, Britney...I..."

"I know you do." Britney lowered the dildo to Trisha's twat. Ever so softly, she 
began to rub the head of the dildo against the petite cheerleader's pussy, 
pressing gently against her tender flesh. Trisha's body flushed at the 
sensation, and she gently rocked her hips up against the sex toy, letting it 
slide up and down against her cunt. Britney began to rub the toy in a tiny 
circle, grinding gently against Trisha's pussy lips, watching as the 
cheerleader's body trembled against her touch. Trisha let out a soft moan.

"Britney...oh God...put it in...please..."

The head cheerleader grinned. "You sure, Trish?" she teased. "You sure you want 
it?"

Trisha was panting, softly, her eyes wide and desperate as she watched the dildo 
gently rubbing against her aching pussy. "Yes...oh God...fuck me..."

"Then tell me you're a slut, Trisha." Britney smirked as she watched the dainty 
cheerleader, struggling, fighting to contain her eagerness, gently rocking 
against the motion of the dildo.

"Oh...I..."

"I want to hear you say it out loud. I want to hear you admit it."

Trisha's mouth was open as she panted, but she stayed silent. As lost as she was 
in her lust, she still had trouble saying the word. Maybe it's true, but...I 
don't...I can't...

"Come on, Trisha." Britney slid the dildo up across Trisha's pussy, and slowly, 
teasingly, began to tweak the cheerleader's clit. Trisha gasped, and the girl's 
entire body jolted slightly in response.

"Ohhh my God..."

"Say it, Trisha. What are you?"

"I...oh God...oh please, Britney..."

"Tell me and all the nice men what you are, Trisha. Tell us and I'll let you 
fuck it."

Trisha closed her eyes and felt the last bit of her resistance slip effortlessly 
away, giving in to the lust that had conquered and overwhelmed her body.

"I...I'm a slut, Britney. A dirty slut...oh God...please...please!"

Keeping her word, Britney gently thrust the dildo into Trisha's twat, piercing 
into the cheerleader's aching flesh, plunging deep. Trisha's entire body bucked 
upwards, her eyes flying open and her legs twitching in response as she felt the 
toy finally inside of her, stretching her wide.

"Yes! Oh my God!!!"

Britney began to fuck her gently, pumping the petite cheerleader's pussy, 
plowing the dildo in and out. Trisha's body was rocking in rhythm now, her hips 
thrusting up in rhythm to meet Britney's pumps. She was panting hard now, her 
eyes raised to the ceiling and her head arched back as she squealed in pleasure.

"Yes...Britney...yesss!"

Her pussy was red-hot with pleasure now; it had been aching so long to be 
filled, and now it finally was, stuffed full with the dildo, bursting with 
pleasure at every thrust. Trisha's chest began to heave with her breathing, her 
entire body grinding against the dildo, now soaked and dripping with her 
excitement.

The head cheerleader's bright blue eyes were fixed on the dildo, plunging in and 
out of her friend. "Yeah, Trisha...fuck that's hot..."

And then, all of a sudden, Britney was scooting forward, her own legs spread, 
lowering her ass towards the dildo. She was still fucking Trisha, but as she did 
it, she began to guide the other end towards her own cunt. Trisha watched as she 
panted, her eyes wide.

"Britney...you..."

"Yeah Trisha...fuck yeah...bring that dildo to me."

Their legs were entangled now, as Britney carefully positioned her twat near the 
other end of the dildo.

"Britney..."

"Don't stop, Trisha."

Gently, still making sure to fuck Trisha, the head cheerleader slid the opposite 
end of the sex toy into her own pussy, engulfing it. She moaned softly as it 
pierced into her twat.

"Oooh...fuck..."

"Ohhh...Britney..." 

Trisha gaped and stared as she watched Britney gently push herself onto the 
dildo, her own body quivering as she felt the pressure of Britney's movements 
burying the toy even deeper into her own twat. Britney still had one hand on the 
dildo, and was gently jerking it back and forth, each way working deeper into 
one of the girls. A thrust one way would pierce into Trisha, making the little 
cheerleader arch her back and squeal in pleasure; the other way would jam into 
Britney, prompting a low moan of lust from the head cheerleader. The two girls 
were gently rocking now, their legs intertwined, their hips thrusting towards 
each other, sharing the dildo, moaning and whimpering in tandem as it slithered 
between their soaked cunts.

Trisha's miniskirt was bunched around her waist, flopping back and forth as she 
rocked, her panties scrunched to the side. Britney's clothes were in a pile in 
the corner of the room; her knee-high boots clicked and scraped against the 
floor of the room as she grinded against the dildo. Stronger and harder, the two 
girls bucked, each hard thrust burying the dildo deeper in their own pussy and 
shoving it further into the other girl's too. Trisha's legs were straining, and 
she was on the balls of her feet now, her hands planted behind her on the floor 
to power herself against the toy, fucking it, bathing in the pleasure of it 
plunging into her and stretching her eager twat. She raised her eyes to the 
ceiling and let out a loud wail of pleasure as she fucked.

"Yes, Britney! YES!"

The head cheerleader only had room on the dildo for one hand; the rest of it was 
deep in one of the girls' dripping cunts. They were bucking hard now, their legs 
pumping, their hair flailing, each of them panting heavily in between their 
moans and screams of lust. Britney's groans were soft and sensual, but Trisha's 
cries were loud, echoing through the room, her chest heaving and her perky tits 
bouncing as she rocked. Britney's smooth, long legs were taut with effort, her 
massive boobs bounding up and down on her chest. Trisha could feel the heat of 
Britney's lust, pulsing from her pussy, plowing the dildo deep into her own 
bulging cunt, fucking her with even more force.

Then, Britney pulled her hand away, and Trisha suddenly realized that the entire 
length was buried in their twats, shared between them, engulfed entirely by 
their eager, desperate bodies. The petite cheerleader let out a breathless gasp 
as she realized it, looking down at their wild, thrashing hips, seeing nothing 
but their flushed flesh. She felt Britney's pussy lips mashed against her own, 
warm and wet and tender. The dildo was so big inside of her, and being right 
next to Britney, feeling the head cheerleader's stretched pussy right next to 
her own, it was almost too much to take. She let out a desperate scream as she 
writhed, her hips furiously fucking against Britney's, her entire body sweating 
with the effort.

"Yes! Oh God, Yes!"

As she panted, she saw the tip of a cock appear near one of the holes, then 
another, and finally in all four of them. It was only the tips, and they seemed 
to be bouncing back and forth, moving frantically. Trisha suddenly realized that 
they were all jacking off, their cocks next to the wall, hoping to spray on the 
two bucking cheerleaders. A grin broke across her face as her body heaved back 
and forth, realizing how incredible the scene must look. Two naked, high-school 
girls, stretched out in front of them, grinding and fucking with all their 
might, so wild with lust that they had buried Britney's foot-long dildo deep in 
between them. We must look so hot!

"Fuck yeah!" Britney had spotted the dicks too, and was grinning up at the 
mirror, knowing that she was staring into four pairs of eyes, fixed on their 
sweating, eager bodies. Trisha smiled up at the mirror too, her eyes wild and 
eager, her entire body tingling with the knowledge that her and Britney's scene 
was getting all of these men off. They're pressed up against the wall with their 
cocks out, a bunch of strangers...just staring at us. We're just two dirty 
girls, putting on a show. Her petite body shuddered with joy as she thrashed 
wildly against Britney's hips, the dildo thrusting and jerking deep in her twat. 
Ohhh...I hope they cum soon!

"Urrrgh!" 

A muffled groan came from the wall, and Trisha breathed out a surprised gasp as 
she felt plops of warm, wet goo sprinkle down onto her wild, flushed skin. One 
of the men had reached climax, and was shooting his cum through the hole, 
showering down on the two girls as they fucked. Britney laughed, arching her 
head back as more globs shot forth, dribbling onto their bodies, glistening dots 
of white on their eager flesh. Trisha's pussy felt stuffed to the brim, jolts of 
pleasure rushing through her entire body, making her shudder and moan, buck and 
beg for more. And Britney's pleasure was only turning her on further; the head 
cheerleader's entire face was flushed red, and the force of her furious rocking 
was so strong that Trisha had to thrust back with all her might just to keep up. 
She could feel the warm cum splattered across her tits, slowly running down her 
body, and every drop seemed to send a fierce, burning lust through her, 
penetrating her and radiating out across her flesh. She bucked even harder, 
feeling the dildo squelch and slide back and forth between the two cheerleaders' 
twats.

"Ohhh...Britney!"

"Fuck! Fuck yeah!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Trisha saw another cock thrust through a hole. 
Guess someone else is ready, she thought, and then felt a powerful thrill rush 
through her. I don't know a single one of the guys in the next room; I don't 
even know how many there are. All she knew them was their cocks, driven to 
climax by her and Britney, ready to cum all over them. She arched her head back, 
relishing the thought of the entire scene, and let out a wild scream.

"Yes! OH GOD YES!"

The semen came, a thick rope that splattered down near Trisha's navel, already 
dribbling down towards her frantically thrusting hips. The petite cheerleader 
closed her eyes as she felt more of the hot goo stream across her, another line 
on her leg and a third just below her tits. The entire world was only a blur to 
her now; her own frenzied screams, Britney's eager wails, the furious pounding 
of the head cheerleader's hips against her own, and now all of this cum, 
dribbling onto them, coating them. And the dildo, thrusting so deep into her, 
impaling her, piercing into her hot little body. Ohh...it's so deep!

"God!!! Ohh....Britney!!! OH MY GOD!"

"Yeah, Trisha! Fuck!"

Trisha's eyes were still closed as she screamed and bucked. Suddenly, she felt a 
splash of warm goo on her face, and realized that a third man was cumming, his 
cock thrust through a hole that must be near her head. She felt the thick stream 
running down her flushed cheek, and without even thinking, she opened her mouth 
and thrust out her tongue, eager to taste some of the spunk for herself. The 
next anonymous stream shot across the bridge of her nose, missing her mouth 
completely, but the third splashed across her lips, dribbling onto her tongue, 
and the petite cheerleader eagerly lapped it up, tasting it, smelling his hot 
load on her face, swishing her mouthful back and forth before swallowing it.

Britney's voice rang through the room. "Yeah, Trisha! Fuck yeah!" And then, out 
of nowhere, it was echoed by the shouts and whoops of several men.

"Whoa! Yeah baby!"

"Swallow that jizz!"

"You fucking slut!"

Trisha's eyes burst open at their words. As she bucked wildly, she pictured the 
scene in her mind. Two cheerleaders, spread out on the floor, sharing a dildo, 
burying its entire length in between them, their cunts so full that they were 
just bucking against each other, their soaked, wet pussy lips mashed together. 
Her swollen twat was completely stuffed and her flushed body was showered with 
cum, all across her, warm and gooey. Now, she had just swallowed a random man's 
seed, and all while countless others watched her lick it up...watched her buck 
and fuck...watched her sexy body rock back and forth. Ohhh...yess!! It's too 
much!

Barely a month ago, she would have found even the thought of this scene 
revolting. Naked in a room, getting off in full knowledge that a random group of 
strangers were watching her. And with another girl! She wasn't even lesbian, but 
here she was, her own swollen pussy pressed up against Britney's, the two 
cheerleaders thrusting hard against one another. Now, thinking about the scene 
only added more to her wild lust. It was so completely wild and wrong, so 
unbelievably dirty. This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined! I'm 
sharing a dildo with another girl! I'm naked in a random room, letting a bunch 
of strangers cum on me! Her body was completely lost to her pleasure. I've 
turned into someone so nasty! So slutty!

Panting and thrusting, Britney watched Trisha, her face coated in spunk, her 
glazed eyes raised to the ceiling, and knew instantly that the petite 
cheerleader was just on the edge. With all her might, she jammed her hips 
forward and up, powering the dildo deep into her friend's pussy with so much 
force that Trisha's ass was thrust up into the air. Trisha's face burst into an 
expression of pure pleasure, and her chest heaved desperately as she let out a 
wild, ear-splitting scream.

"Ahhhh! OHHH G-GOD!!! OHHHH BRITNEY!!!!"

Trisha's vision spun and her mind went blank as Britney's sudden thrust plunged 
the dildo deep into her pussy, so deep, and it sent a spike of red-hot pleasure 
that burst through the petite cheerleader. She spasmed and bucked desperately as 
her orgasm rocked her hard, ravaging every inch of her flesh, wracking her with 
wave after wave of joy. Her helpless little body heaved up and down as she let 
out scream after scream.

"OHHHH GODDD!!! OHHHH!!!!"

She was shuddering and trembling now, barely even able to contain the pleasure, 
her orgasm ready to burst through her body, so strong and wild that she could 
only let it out in screams and thrashes. At last, the waves died down, letting 
her aching muscles relax, and Trisha continued to pant and whimper as she 
recovered, still thrusting back against Britney. Her arms and legs were still 
trembling from the effort, and Trisha let out a ragged sigh of joy as Britney 
shouted out loud.

"Yeah, Trish!" she panted. "Fuck yeah, you slut!"

Britney's words rang through Trisha's frazzled brain, and she grinned. Panting 
and quivering, her little body still recovering from her orgasm, she realized 
that the thought of it was wonderful. She didn't know why, but for some reason 
the thought of it soared through her, her happiness mixing with the pleasure 
still radiating from her pussy, soaking her in it. At that moment, she couldn't 
care less about what Mandy or anyone else thought. I'm a slut! She repeated the 
words to herself, over and over. I'm a slut! Just like...

Her thought suddenly returned to the scene, and she realized Britney was still 
bucking hard against the dildo, her wails thick and desperate, her body covered 
in a thin sheen of sweat and sprinkled with cum. Trisha had stopped rocking, but 
now she thrust back hard, plunging the dildo deep into the head cheerleader's 
twat, and Britney responded with a loud, desperate cry.

"Oh GOD! Trisha!"

Trisha watched as the head cheerleader closed her eyes, giving in to her 
pleasure, and at that moment, another dick was thrust through the wall, and it 
shot a thick stream of cum across Britney's massive tits, dribbling in gooey 
streams across her nipples and running down her chest. The head cheerleader 
thrust her chest forward as she felt the warm semen, her cum-strewn boobs 
bouncing as she bucked. Trisha leaned forward, still watching Britney's flushed, 
wild body, and her fingertips found the swollen nub of her friend's clit.

"Yes! Yes, Trisha!"

"Ahhhh!" A muffled moan came from the other side of the wall, and Trisha watched 
as yet another cock was thrust through a hole, already spurting its load. This 
one shot just below Britney's navel, and slowly dribbled its way to her crotch. 
Trisha could feel the hot white goo on her fingertips, the stream reaching 
Britney's clit and lubricating it with sticky wetness. Trisha rubbed harder now, 
slathering the tiny nub with the spunk, tweaking it back and forth, watching 
Britney twitch and trash in pleasure. The head cheerleader threw her head back 
and let out a wild, uncontrollable wail.

"Ohhhhhhh GODDDD!!!"

Trisha watched as her friend's entire body thrashed upwards, and Britney lost 
herself in her own orgasm. The petite cheerleader's hand was still firm on 
Britney's clit, a blur now as she worked away, and she could feel the head 
cheerleader's pussy spasm and clench on the dildo. Britney's wails and whimpers 
were soft but fierce, echoing through the room, her massive tits heaving as she 
panted in desperation, her slender, gorgeous legs trembling with ecstasy. 

"O-oh.....Oh....T-Trisha....don't stop...d-don't....please..." The brash, loud 
Britney was gone now; in her place was only an eager girl overtaken by her 
climax.

"O-ohhh m-my....Goddd..."

Britney's eyes were tightly closed and her body kept trembling, her arms taut 
and her fingers silently clawing at the floor. Finally, Trisha slowed her 
rubbing, gently circling the head cheerleader's swollen clit, watching as 
Britney's entire face flushed with her after-orgasm glow. She was still panting, 
and her eyes were still closed as she whispered to her friend.

"Fuck...yes...that was amazing, Trish..."

Trisha grinned. "It was my pleasure."

"Ours too!" A voice rang out from behind the mirror, and Trisha and Britney both 
laughed. The two cheerleaders got to their feet, each giggling at the other as 
they slowly steadied their wobbling legs. Trisha turned to study her reflection 
in the one-way mirror. Her hair was a mess and her face was flushed red from 
effort. Thick streams of cum were splattered across her body, coating her face, 
running down her neck, splashed on her perky tits and her dainty legs. Even her 
miniskirt had a few obvious splotches. But the smile in the mirror was 
unmistakable. Trisha's bright brown eyes beamed back at her as she grinned 
towards the mirror. Britney tossed her hair and called out to the wall.


"Till next time, boys!"

Trisha was now looking down at herself, carefully cleaning the cum spot by spot 
off her petite body. "So I guess this isn't the first time you've done this, 
huh?"

"Nope." Britney laughed. "By now I think they recognize me here. Still, I've 
never done anything even close to – hey! What the fuck do you think you're 
doing?"

Trisha looked up. "What?"

"You're wiping all that cum off!"

"Um...yeah. What, did you think I'm going to go outside like this?"

Britney's face broke into a wicked grin. "You're damn right you are!"

Trisha froze in shock. "W...what?"

"Leave that cum on, hun! We're walking out of here just like this, so everyone 
will know how slutty we really are."

Trisha's jaw dropped and her face colored scarlet at the thought. "Britney! Are 
you out of your mind?" Everyone would see! It's broad daylight! "You're crazy if 
you think I'm going out there like this?"

"Yeah?" The head cheerleader grinned even wider. "Maybe. But you know, if I had 
told you last month that you were going to fuck a teacher, blow two policemen, 
and get off with a dildo in front of a bunch of strangers, you'd have called me 
crazy then too."

Trisha's mouth was still open, but she was struck dumb by Britney's response. 
The head cheerleader was right. Still, though...this is unbelievable! I can't 
believe Britney is even considering this! She blushed even more fiercely at the 
thought of walking through the store topless, splattered from head to foot in 
cum, for everyone to see. Her hands went to her chest, covering herself, just 
thinking about it.

Britney burst out laughing. "Okay, okay...compromise?" She bent down and picked 
up Trisha's bra, dangling it in front of her. "I'll let you at least cover your 
tits. But they have to see you covered in cum, hun."

"Britney...I..." Trisha took her bra, but didn't move. 

Britney slipped her own bra on and gathered her things. "Come on, Trisha! This 
is exactly what I've been trying to tell you this entire time! Being a slut 
isn't about the sex!"

Trisha raised an eyebrow, and Britney grinned.

"Well...okay, maybe it is about the sex. But it's more than that! It's about not 
giving a shit what people think! You can't just be nasty in private and then 
hide it from the rest of the world. You've gotta be free, Trish! Just let you 
nasty mind go!"

And with that, Britney swung open the door and strode out, her own gorgeous body 
showered in cum, her massive tits covered only in her bra, bouncing slightly as 
she walked.

Still holding her bra, Trisha looked down at her slender frame, at the globs of 
cum that had become streams, running down her supple chest and her taut waist in 
white streaks, dribbled across her legs. She couldn't imagine a sluttier scene 
than this – a petite, eighteen-year-old girl coated in the spunk of countless 
strangers, in nothing but a bra and a cum-stained miniskirt, striding through an 
adult bookstore. It was hard to believe she was even thinking about it. But 
then...she must have been thinking the same thing before she got down on her 
knees back in October and sucked Mr. Braun's cock. And now...now it felt so long 
ago. Is this just another thing I'm too afraid to do? Just another thing I have 
to get over?

Slowly, tentatively, Trisha slipped the bra over her shoulders and her chest, 
and reached behind to secure the back. She picked up her crumpled blouse, closed 
her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then, slowly, nervously, she followed Britney 
out into the store.

Oh God...the store's twice as crowded as when we came in... Trisha's face burned 
as she slowly exited the back hallway. It felt like every eye was on the 
cheerleader as she walked, staring at her gorgeous, perky tits in her bra, at 
her smooth legs and lithe frame. Trisha realized that some of the customers were 
probably wondering if she was even legal; this petite girl, barely over five 
feet, her sole piece of clothing a little, frilly miniskirt. Several of the men 
in the store gave her a grin that told her they had been in the next room, but 
the petite cheerleader kept her eyes straight ahead, trotting slowly, her 
stained skirt swishing. The men had subjected her to a thorough treatment; they 
had gotten cum on every part of her – a thick stream on her cheek and another on 
her nose, large splatters on her tits that had run down her waist, and more 
streaks trailing down her thighs, past her knees and her ankles. Her skin was 
cold – the jism was drying on her, now glistening in the light of the store 
against her skin. 

As she walked to the front of the store, she caught one more glimpse of the 
magazine rack, and spotted the cover with the girl named Nicole, grinning 
through a thick blanket of cum. Trisha suddenly realized that the girl's hair 
and eyes were the exact same shade as her own. She hurried to the front of the 
store where Britney was waiting, also only in a bra and miniskirt, chatting with 
the store owner.

"Shit, Britney," the man was saying, leering at the head cheerleader. "I could 
hear you two screaming from all the way out here. Which one of you was that?"

"Her," Britney responded immediately, pointing to Trisha. "Her name's Trisha. 
And she always screams when she cums."

"Britney!" Trisha blushed a deep crimson as the store owner grinned at her. The 
head cheerleader let out a loud laugh as she strode out the door to her car, 
Trisha hurrying to follow her.

"Trisha, hun, I've got a good feeling about this." Britney grinned at her friend 
as she pulled out her car keys. "We've got lots of fun waiting for us."



Ch 09

***All characters are over 18***

Five Months Later...

"So he was into face-fucking you, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean, he wasn't huge or anything, so I could definitely deepthroat him. But I figured I'd throw in a couple chokes and gags just to keep him happy."

Britney laughed at Trisha's remark. In the last five months, the two girls had become closer than ever. Trisha didn't know it at the time, but that day at the bookstore, so long ago, had changed everything. Since then, the two cheerleaders had become inseparable. Britney had given her confidence, had taught her how to tease a man and flaunt her taut, eighteen-year-old body. She had helped Trisha revamp her entire wardrobe, replacing cute, flowery blouses with skin-tight tops and miniskirts, teaching her how to walk in stiletto heels. And, of course, she had given her more than a few sex tips.

"Yeah, I think that's pretty much just a male thing. No matter who the guy is, he always loves it when a girl chokes on his dick."

Trisha laughed as the two girls walked down the school's hallway. A pair of football players were chatting by their lockers, and as the two cheerleaders passed by, they exchanged knowing smiles. Trisha grinned as the memory flashed through her mind – the four of them, in the back of one of the jock's truck, entwined in one another, rolling around in the dark, switching partners, not even knowing who was who...

A short, blonde-haired girl was walking quickly past, clutching a math book to her chest. She offered Trisha a nervous, half-smile.

"Hey Trisha..."

Trisha smiled back. "Hi Mandy." She and Mandy had been best friends for so long, but now, she knew that Mandy just couldn't deal with everything that had changed. The last straw had been when rumors flew around that Trisha had slept with the AP History teacher, Mr. Braun. Deep inside her stomach, she felt a tiny cringe as she remembered their late-night phone conversation, when Mandy had shamefully admitted to Trisha that she couldn't be friends with her anymore. It was hard to accept, but somehow, Trisha had known that it was coming. She couldn't help who she was, and neither could Mandy.

Mandy gave a weak wave and then hurried on, eager to leave, and Trisha didn't bother trying to stop her. Instead, she kept up with Britney. The head cheerleader was wearing a skintight minidress, her boobs bursting out the top and her curvaceous butt barely covered by the swishing skirt. Trisha was wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts, so tiny that the bottom of her ass poked out. Her boobs strained against the tight fabric of a white T-shirt, and the stiletto heels of her ankle-high boots clacked against the tile floor. The two of them were almost complete opposites: Britney was tall and blonde, standing several inches over Trisha, and always loud and the center of attention. Trisha was petite and slender, barely over five feet, and her cute smile, wavy brown hair, and innocent looks could have passed her off as the sweet girl next door any day. And yet, every single person in school knew exactly who both of them were; the class sluts, the hottest and the nastiest girls that had ever walked the school's halls. The two cheerleaders were almost out of the building when a tall, burly man in a brown suit stopped them.

"Hello, girls." It was Principal Johnson, standing in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed.

"Hi there, Principal." Britney smiled up at him.

"Mr. Braun tells me you were late for class this morning. Again."

Trisha gave a casual shrug. "Oops. Were we?"

"That's the third time this week. Three late classes in a row means detention." The Principal was doing his best to keep his voice hard, but for some reason he was struggling. He seemed to be nervous, or maybe even afraid.

Britney shook her head. "Mmm...I don't think so. We don't really want to go to detention."

"Well..." Principal Johnson began sputtering, "well, no one wants to go to detention, but they have to, and so do you. I am the principal, after all."

Trisha stepped forward, thrusting her chest forward, pouting with puppy dog eyes. "But Principal Johnson, we really really don't wanna!"

"Well...I..."

Britney stepped forward too. "Do you...need some more convincing?"

"I..." The Principal seemed to be trying to get something out, but he couldn't do it.

Britney shrugged. "Okay...tomorrow morning then, before class. Same place. We'll be waiting."

"Damnett, girls, you can't just..."

Trisha leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And you might want to bring some pills or something this time, Principal. I mean...you didn't last very long last time, did you?"

The girls laughed and turned to walk away as the principal stood frozen, angry and speechless. "See you later, Principal!"

Britney grinned at Trisha as they walked into the parking lot. "God, I fucking love doing that."

"How'd that video tape of him turn out?"

"Perfect. You can see his fucking face turn purple and everything. Oh, that reminds me." Britney reached into her purse and fished out her camera. "I'm meeting up with that one guy from the bookstore. He said he wants to film us this time."

Trisha giggled. "That guy? I thought you were finished with him."

Britney shrugged. "Nah. He's not that big, but God, he knows how to fuck. None of this make love bullshit. Just a good hard pounding. Hey, you should come. You'd like him, Trish. He's pretty rough."

Trisha grinned, but she shook her head. "Maybe next time, Brit. My mom is picking me up today. She's probably going to give me another lecture on respecting myself."

Britney rolled her eyes. "God. I respect myself just fine. I've got so much respect for myself that I don't give a shit if other people care how many guys I've fucked."

Trisha nodded. "Yeah, I know. It's a drag. Oh, there she is." She hurried towards the car that was pulling into the parking lot. "See you later, Brit!"

"See ya, Trish."

Trisha hopped into the passenger car seat and threw her backpack in the back. Her mom was dressed in a business suit, and her disapproving gaze was sweeping over her daughter's outfit.

"Honey, that shirt is virtually see-through."

"Is it?" Trisha looked down at her shirt, confused and innocent. "I didn't notice."

Her mother sighed. "You need to be more careful. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I see you're still hanging around with that Britney girl."

Trisha nodded, putting her feet up on the dashboard. "Yep. I like her."

"Well, I don't. I didn't get a chance to do our grocery shopping, so we have to stop off there now." She turned off the street and into a large, crowded parking lot.

"Shit, really Mom? You can't just do that tomorrow?"

"Watch your language. And if you don't want to wait, why don't you help me?" Her mother gathered up her purse and stepped out of the car.

"Okay, okay, never mind, forget it. I'll just wait out here."

Her mom sighed. "Fine...you can stay with the car. Maybe you can get started on your homework."

"Sure thing. Thanks, Mommy."

As soon as her mom disappeared into the grocery store, Trisha got out and leaned against the car, feeling the sunshine on her skin. She closed her eyes and stretched her little body in the hot afternoon, arching on her toes and raising her arms towards the sky. The sun was staring down at her, but the cheerleader got a strange feeling that something else was staring too. She opened her eyes and looked around.

She was right. A boy in a store employee's uniform was standing on the sidewalk, smoking and trying to look suave, but unable to keep his cool next to the sight of Trisha stretching in the sunlight. His mouth was slightly open, and he was blatantly staring straight at her gorgeous body, eyes wide and unblinking. Trisha smiled and waved in his direction. He jolted as if someone had hit him, briefly met her gaze, and immediately blushed and looked away.

"Hi there," Trisha said, flashing him a sweet, innocent smile. "Do I have something on my shirt?"

"Uh...no. Nope. Sorry." He hurriedly shoved the cigarette into his mouth and turned away, deliberately avoiding looking at her body. Trisha could tell that it was taking him a lot of effort. She felt a wicked, powerful thrill at how easily she could turn him on, at how obviously he was checking her out; her long, brown hair draped across her slender shoulders, her perky 32C tits thrust out in contrast to her lithe waist and her slightly flared hips, her gorgeous ass only helping to frame her smooth, athletic legs. The thrill grew and grew as she watched him, building into an eager hunger. She kept her innocent brown eyes on his, and offered another sweet smile.

"Are you sure? You were staring right at it."

She thrust her chest forward, and pretended to look down and examine herself. The boy was looking out at the parking lot now, desperately trying to keep his composure, forcing himself to avoid staring at Trisha's dainty, gorgeous frame. The cheerleader barely managed to stifle her giggle at his reaction.

"Uh..."

"You know what? I think there might be a stain. Can you see it? Right here." Trisha teasingly tugged the shirt against her chest, the outline of her tit clearly visible against the stretched fabric. She smiled again.

The boy gave in, turning his head to stare. Trisha felt another thrill as she watched his eyes greedily take in every part of her – her T-shirt, tied around the navel, exposing her smooth midriff, her perky breasts bulging out against the tight fabric. Trisha knew without looking that in the sun, the stretched fabric was see-through, and the boy was staring at her lacy white bra. He lingered around her cutoff jean shorts, her smooth ass just poking out of the bottom, teasing him, her legs slender and shapely. She crossed one boot-clad foot over the other, the sharp heel clacking against the pavement. Then, she leaned against the car, throwing her slight shoulders back, feeling his eyes on her petite body and loving every second of it. I want more...

"I...uh...I dunno if..."

Ooh...I want more! Trisha strode over to him, not waiting for him to finish. Her chest was nearly bursting with eagerness, and the same powerful hunger was now coursing through her. "Hey, do you work in here?" She gestured towards the supermarket.

"Uh...yeah, I work as –"

"You have a bathroom in the back?"

"Um...sure."

"Okay. Show me where it is."

"Uh...yeah, okay..." He discarded his cigarette and walked into the back warehouse, and Trisha followed him, running a hand through her long brown hair. It was mostly empty, although she could hear noises far off – someone talking, or loading some boxes. He was slightly hunched as he watched, and the cheerleader knew that he was trying to hide an erection. Just the thought of it sent a hot shudder through her little body. He led her to a door in the back, opening it to reveal a one-person bathroom, with a grimy toilet and a leaky sink. Trisha walked in. "Thanks."

The boy took a step back and began to close the door, but Trisha stopped him, and gave him her best pout.

"You're leaving?"

"Wha? I...uh...yeah...I thought..."

Trisha tried to offer another innocent pout, but couldn't help breaking into a wicked giggle halfway through. 

"Don't do that! Stay for a while!" She winked at him, then she stepped forward, pressing her delicate body up against his, her firm, C-cup boobs mashed against him. She could feel his erection, throbbing against her stomach, as she raised herself on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "Maybe you can give me another stain."

The boy gasped. Without waiting for an answer, Trisha grabbed him around the collar, pulled him inside, and shut the door. The cheerleader could tell that he was utterly confused and unprepared – probably inexperienced too, but she didn't care. She was ready and eager; the moment she had felt his eyes running all over her body, her pussy had started to grow moist. Now, as she drew him towards her, she could feel her juices soaking her twat, her legs nearly trembling with anticipation. Oh God...I need to be fucked so badly! At barely five feet, she was much shorter than him, but she reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth. His tongue clumsily responded, flailing about, his breathing hard. A second later, she impatiently broke the kiss and whirled around, bending over and placing her hands on the toilet.

"What do you say?" she asked, turning back to flash him a smile. "Wanna make a deposit?"

"Wait...this is...crazy..." He was just staring at her, confused and overwhelmed. He was clearly rock-hard, as shown by the bulge in his pants, but he seemed frozen, too scared, or maybe just too bewildered, to act. The petite cheerleader arched her back in impatience. Guess he's going to need some encouragement...

"I can't wait any longer!" She moaned softly at him, ignoring his protest, her eyes pouty and begging. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

The boy jumped at the word 'fuck,' and Trisha couldn't help laughing.

"What? Don't you want to?"

"I mean...y-yeah...of course..." He couldn't seem to get the words out, his eyes still fixed on her slender body, bent over the toilet, her little ass hoisted in the air, ready for him to take her.

"Oooh," Trisha cooed, encouraging him. "Then come on! You're the only one that can satisfy me! Please! I'm so horny and I just want you inside of me!" The cheerleader began to unbutton her tiny shorts. God...he's taking so long!

"O...okay..."

"You can tell all your friends about the hot cheerleader you fucked. Tell them how dirty it was." She looked back at him, and saw that he was slowly unzipping his pants with a trembling hand.

"That's it!" She smiled up at him, excited, as she yanked her shorts and her thong down to her ankles. "Fuck me hard, make me call out..." Trisha paused, then peered at the nametag on his shirt. She couldn't read it. "What's your name?"

"Uh...George."

"Oh, okay." Trisha giggled, and a powerful thrill slithered through her body. How slutty of me...not even knowing his name! "Then make me call out your name, George! Hurry!" She wiggled her naked ass at him.

Still unsure of himself, George stepped forward, guiding his throbbing dick towards Trisha's ass. Slowly, the boy lowered his dick towards Trisha's eager cunt and tenderly began to push inside of her.

"Oooh...yeah...there you go..." Trisha's entire body shuddered in pleasure as her pussy finally got what it wanted – the hard dick pushing inside of her, stretching her and filling her needs. He continued to push, but very slowly, his cock sliding in bit by bit. More, damnett...more! Her body was practically bursting with lust and impatience.

"Harder..." She whimpered softly. Within seconds, she lost her patience. The cheerleader reached back to grab his thighs with both hands and forcefully thrust him forward. She heard George gasp as his entire dick plunged into her, sending a wild, powerful rush of pleasure through her aching twat.

"YEAH!" Trisha cried out loud. "That's it, baby! Fuck me!"

George began to rock in and out of her, thrusting clumsily, trying to obey her. His cock slowly slid in and out of her pussy.

"Harder!" She cried out again, begging him. "Harder! Please, harder!" Her hands clamped down on his thighs, pulling him toward her, yanking his legs back and forth, making his dick plunge in and out of her impatient cunt.

"Holy...holy shit..." George was panting, his legs jerked back and forth, his dick pushed in and out of this unknown girl's twat, piercing into her. Trisha moaned, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of her pussy being stretched and filled. That dick felt so good, opening and filling her, and the cheerleader slowly began to rock back against him, grinding into his cock, desperate for more. Oh God...if only he would go faster! 

George gasped again. "Agh...ahh..." He tried his best.

"Deeper! Harder!" she called out, and this time her hands clamped down on his ass, jamming him inside her, and finally, George seemed to get the hang of it. She felt his hands grasp her tiny waist, and he began to thrust hard, plunging his tool deep into her swollen twat, impaling her, his balls slapping against her pussy lips with each pound. Immediately, the pleasure exploded across the cheerleader's body. She arched her back and her face flushed with joy as she felt George's dick ram hard and fast, finally fucking her with the force that she needed.

"Oh God!! YES!" Trisha planted her hands back on the filthy toilet seat, pumping her petite body against George's dick, slamming her hips into a powerful collision with his, her hair and her tits flopping. It was the only thing she could feel now, that wonderful rock-hard dick, filling her, stretching her hot, bulging pussy.

"Ahh...holy shit..." George was gasping for breath, his legs working hard, pistoning his dick in and out of the cheerleader. Trisha crouched low over the toilet, keeping her ass hoisted, gripping the toilet for support as she wildly drove herself against his thusting hips. Her boots scuffed and scraped against the floor as she bent her legs and pumped George's dick, engulfing it in her soaked twat. They were bucking so hard that the loud, fleshy slap of their hips colliding was echoing through the bathroom, and Trisha delighted in the sound, squealing out loud in pleasure.

"Yeah, baby! Yeah, that's it!"

Slap slap slap! His hands were tightly gripping her waist now, forcing her backwards, encouraging her to rock towards him even harder, and she did, putting her entire little body into meeting his every thrust with equal strength. God, yes! This is what I'm talking about! He was pounding her hard, and each vigorous thrust sent a spasm of joy speeding through the petite cheerleader.

Slap slap slap!

"Ahhh...ahhh! Holy...holy shiiiitt!!!" George's cock began to throb, and he kept fucking her, hard and fast. Trisha could feel his excitement pulsing through his cock, plunged in her pussy, swollen and throbbing deep inside of her. It spurred her on even more, and she began to buck against him with all her might, impaling herself on his rod, eager to milk his cock, eager to feel him shoot his seed deep inside of her twat. Yesss...yes!!!

"Ahhhh!!!" George cried out, and Trisha's face broke into a satisfied grin as she felt his cock begin to spurt inside her, unloading his cum, hot and thick, filling her eager twat to the brim. He continued to thrust as he came, and the petite cheerleader rocked too, letting his dick plunge into her flooded canal, feeling her own juices mix with his hot spunk. That was fast, she thought to herself, grinning. But I guess I couldn't expect much more.

"Ohh...yeah..." George was hunched over her body, gasping and shuddering, when the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open.

"George, is that –" The manager of the store stopped in his tracks, his mouth open in mid-sentence. He took the sight in – a cute, petite teenager bent over a filthy toilet seat, her ass raised up in the air, and his own employee with his pants around his knees and his dick deep inside of her.

"What the HELL is going on in here???"

George turned to Trisha, and she saw genuine fear replacing his pleasure and sweeping across his face. He was going to get fired, she realized. She had to do something. Quickly, she stood up, ignoring the loud squelch of George's cock slipping out of her pussy, and turned to face the manager. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile; a smile that she knew could get her out of anything.

"Oh sir...I'm so glad you're here! Shut the door, will ya?"

The manager seemed ready for another outburst, but her comment caught him off guard. He stood silently in shock, staring down at her, not moving. Trisha's tight T-shirt showed off her firm tits and her bare, dainty midriff. Her panties and shorts were still around her ankles, revealing her slender legs and flared hips, her bulging, dripping pussy. The petite cheerleader felt another wicked thrill run through her as his eyes ran over her. When he still wouldn't respond, she shrugged.

"All right, then." Trisha reached behind him and gave the door a shove, closing it herself, and the loud slam seemed to awaken the manager.

"Now hold on just a minute..."

"Oh, no...I don't think I can," Trisha cooed as she sank down to her knees, her shorts and panties still around her ankles. Quickly, she began to undo the man's belt, and triumphantly she felt the growing bulge in his pants. He kept up the protest, though.

"Young lady, I..."

"Oooh...I may be young, sir, but trust me, I'm no lady." She winked at him as she unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down, and as the expression on his face slowly changed, she knew she had him. Softly, she pulled his dick out and began to jerk him off.

"Whoa there...wow..."

"Mmm...like that?" Trisha smiled up at him, both hands around his dick, sliding up and down, across his shaft. He was getting hard now, and quickly. She turned around to see George, still with his dick hanging out, watching them, mouth open and eyes wide. "Did you enjoy yourself, Georgie? Want to stick around for Act II?"

"Sure..."

She laughed at his eagerness, then turned back to face the manager. His eyes were closed, his entire concentration fixed on this young girl jacking him off in her hand. Trisha couldn't wait any longer. Keeping her eyes on his face, eager to watch his reaction, the petite cheerleader parted her lips and slid the head of his dick into her soft mouth.

"Oh yeah...that's it." The manager's face twitched as he felt the eighteen-year-old's mouth wrap itself around his meat, and he gently thrust his hips forward, forcing Trisha to take a bit more of his cock into her lips. It was rock-hard now, and she happily accepted it, sucking him in slowly, her hand still jerking him off as she gulped, her lips softly smacking with her efforts.

"Yeah...yeah...that feels so good." 

Trisha slurped a bit deeper, slobbering across his shaft, feeling the head slide up against the back of her mouth. She licked him greedily, sliding her tongue against the bottom of his cock, her slick lips gliding up and down his meat. She began to bob her head back and forth, smacking and gulping, and the manager groaned.

"Deeper...take me deeper." 

Trisha felt him rest a hand on the back of her head, and she silently obeyed, relaxing her throat and letting the dick shimmy down it, ignoring her gag reflex as she buried his length deep inside of her. The manager let out a huge gasp as he felt her deepthroat him. Trisha let out a muffled giggle as she beamed up at him, her lips stuffed with cock, his pubes tickling her nose. She left his shaft shoved down her throat for a few seconds before pulling him back out to take a breath.

"Does my throat feel good around your dick?" She licked her lips and smiled.

"Yeah...fuck yeah..." His shaft was slick and wet now with her saliva, and she jerked him off with one hand as she turned around to face George. His dick was hard again, and one hand was absentmindedly stroking it as he watched her, eyes wide and mouth open.

"What do you think, Georgie? Does this look fun to you?"

"Yeah..." He almost looked hypnotized as he quickly nodded.

"C'mere then." She smiled up at him and beckoned with one finger. He stood in front of her, next to the manager in the cramped bathroom, and watched in shock as she took each of their dicks in one hand, jerking them off in a quick, smooth rhythm. Smiling up at George, Trisha slid the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue run across it, relishing the involuntarily shudder of pleasure that ran through George's body. She could taste George's cum on the tip, and her own salty juices coating it, a result of their fucking just a few minutes before.

"Oh...oh yeah..." George was moaning as he looked down at her, her mouth tight around his dick, her cheeks puckered, sucking gently, her lips wet and glistening. She winked up at him and before he could figure out why, she was throating him, her lips slurping at his balls, the entire length of his stiff cock jammed down her tender throat. George let out a huge moan as he watched his meat vanish into the petite cheerleader's soft lips, just the very base of it visible as she gently bobbed against him. Trisha let out a soft, muffled moan, enjoying every moment of George's shocked pleasure. With her mouth stuffed full of George's cock, she didn't even notice that the manager, growing impatient with a simple handjob, had stepped in back of her, lowered himself to his knees, and positioned himself behind her. Then, she felt his hands on her waist, guiding her backwards. 

Trisha emitted another sloppy, muffled moan as her little body tingled with joy. Immediately, her pussy was flooded with an aching, eager joy at the manager's touch. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it even more. Without even turning around, with George's cock still buried in her throat, Trisha scooted her ass backwards, resting on her hands and knees, her butt raised in the air, ready to be pounded again. She felt the manager's hands on her thin, dainty hips, guiding her backwards. The cheerleader continued to gulp down George's cock, slurping against his shaft, feeling his balls on her lips and the tip of his dick slide up against the back of her throat. Finally, when she could take him no more, she slipped the cock back out, gasping for breath, grinning up at George.

"Holy...shit..." The boy's eyes were wide as saucers.

"Mmm..you like fucking my throat, baby? You want to keep fucking it?"

"Shit...fuck yeah I do..."

Trisha slid his dick back into her mouth and then let out a muffled groan – the manager was ready now, his dick pressed up against her pussy lips, ready to take her. She heard him groan loudly as he slid easily into her slick, soaked pussy. Immediately, the cheerleader's body was set ablaze, and she quivered in pleasure as she felt him pierce into her.

"Wow...you're soaking wet..." The manager's groan was low and thick.

Trisha slipped George's cock out of her mouth to turn around and grin at him. "What can I say? I'm an enthusiastic girl!"

"Yeah...fuck yeah you are." He slowly thrust his cock into her, feeling her twat clasp every inch of him like a sheath, warm and tender and wet. Trisha turned back to tend to George, but she let out a soft moan of approval as she felt the manager plunge the entire length of his shaft into her cunt. He was much better than George, and thank God...the boy's hurried fuck had only made her pussy ache for more. Ohhh...this is what a real fucking should feel like!

"Mmm...ohhh..." Trisha's muffled moans slipped between her wet lips and George's throbbing cock. The manager was pumping now, his hands wrapped around her petite waist, his hips jamming into hers. Trisha felt the lust beginning to overtake her, the powerful fucking flooding her body with uncontrollable pleasure, but she didn't want to forget George. The cheerleader took a deep breath and then plunged her head back down, throating George's cock once more and making him gasp with pleasure.

"Yeah...that's a wet cunt..." The manager's fucking was steady and hard, keeping a firm grip on her, his balls slapping against Trisha's soaking pussy lips. The cheerleader rocked against him just as she had rocked against George barely five minutes ago, engulfing his dick in her eager flesh. He responded with even more strength, bucking against her, making her entire body twitch and wiggle with his force, even as she was still busy slurping down George's meat. A muffled moan burst out of the cheerleader.

"Ohhh....gahhh yeth...fffck mahhh..."

George was moaning too, closing his eyes to concentrate on the cheerleader's wet lips, gulping down his cock, saliva dribbling down his balls. Back and forth Trisha rocked, one way engulfing the manager's dick in her pussy, the other shoving George's rod down her eager throat. Back and forth, back and forth, the two men stuffed her with their meat. As she bucked and thrust herself across the floor, the manager's hands reached across her chest, tugging her shirt up and her bra down to massage her firm tits as he banged her. Trisha's body thrilled with joy at the feeling – his hands roughly squeezing her globes, his dick plowing into her, her loud desperate moans muffled by a thick cock in her mouth.

The manager was panting now with effort, fucking her hard, and the cheerleader was meeting him with equal force, slamming her slender hips against his, stuffing herself with his meat. He grabbed onto each of her boobs, one big handful in each hand, and began to viciously yank her petite body against his, forcing her to slam into his hips at a painful speed, and each thrust plowed his dick balls-deep into her aching twat. Wrenched back and forth, her hair flying, Trisha happily subjected herself to the violation, her little body flushed with pleasure, her back arched in the air and her eager, muffled moans echoing through the cramped bathroom.

"Ohhh...mffghh....fckkk...ghhh..." Trisha threw her own weight into bucking against the manager's, relishing his rough hands on her tits, savoring the sensation of having her dainty body flung against a rock-hard cock. Her moans were getting louder and sloppier, and drool started to spill down her chin as she continued to thrust her lips up and down George's shaft. A string of slobbery gurgles poured out of her mouth along with her saliva, and Trisha wailed out her pleasure, lost to the feeling of the manager's ferocious pounding.

"Mmfff...ohhhhggodddd!!" 

Trisha imagined the scene in her mind – on her hands and knees in a smelly bathroom, her chin covered and dripping with her spit, slurping on the dick of a boy she had just fucked. And another man, pounding into her at the same time, his cock filling every inch of her swollen pussy, so deep and so hard. He was crouched over her now, his breath hot on her back as she thrust herself against him. His hands were painful on her tits, clenching them tightly as he viciously forced himself onto her little body, yanking her towards him with a ferocious, wild strength, his dick powering into her like a jackhammer.

George's hands were on the back of Trisha's head now, even as she flailed back and forth on the floor, guiding her deeper, and he was thrusting gently, pumping his dick in and out of her drool-coated lips. The manager was being so rough with her, so wonderfully rough, grabbing onto her perky tits and wrenching her petite body against him, stabbing into her with all his might, forcing her to take his entire length. George was gently face-fucking her, pushing his cock into her mouth, gaining speed with each second. They're treating me like a piece of meat...fucking me from both ends...yanking and throwing me back and forth across the floor... Her hair was flying everywhere with the force of the manager's bucking, plastered on her face, floundering across her eager, thrashing body. Neither of them were holding back now; George was thrusting deep into her throat, sinking his entire shaft into her plump lips as she slurped, only moments away from making her gag. The manager's balls slapped loudly as they smacked against her dripping pussy, and her entire body quivered with each impact. They were so deep...Trisha felt like George's cock was plunging into her stomach, like the manager's was ripping through her twat and jamming deep into her chest. Oh God...they're so rough...they're so good... 

...And they don't even know me! The realization came to Trisha out of nowhere, as she thrashed back and forth, her pussy and mouth stuffed full of dick. They don't even know my name! They're just fucking some random slut...some nasty, cum-starved slut...some naughty, disgusting slut, on her hands and knees in the middle of a public bathroom...

The dirty nature of the scene sent her over the edge. Trisha opened her mouth wide, letting out a loud, half-muffled scream around George's dick.

"Aghhhh...Oh Godd...fuuuck!!!"

George was groaning out loud too, feeling Trisha's tongue swirl across his dick, watching as her hot body bucked back and forth, taking his own dick and his manager's at the same time, writhing with all the strength the little cheerleader could muster, her petite hips jamming herself against the manager, her C-cup tits mashed in his hands, her big brown eyes wild with joy as she screamed.

"Ohhh fucckkk...fuck me...fuck me!!!" Saliva dribbled out of Trisha's mouth as she shouted, her body crazied and uncontrollable, hungering for George's dick, aching for more of the manager's vicious pounding. The two of them were thrusting in rhythm now, shoving their meat deep inside her pussy and her throat, plunging in unison into her from both sides, and every time they pulled back, her body cried out desperately to be filled again.

"Oh...oh God..."

"Yeah...yeah that's a wet little cunt..."

"Fuuuck! Aghhhh! Fuuuck!" Trisha closed her eyes as she let out one gurgled, sloppy scream after another, her drool pouring down her chin, her long brown hair stuck to her sweaty, flushed body.

The manager was much more experienced than George, and he knew what was about to happen.

"You gonna cum, little girl? You wanna cum on my cock?"

"Fuuuck! Ohhhh fuuuck yessss!!!!"

The manager bucked extra-hard against Trisha, the strength of his thrusts forcing her forward, and she gagged on George's dick as it burrowed deep in her throat. But she bucked back, grinding wildly against the manager, feeling his dick plunge and plow through her, stuffing every inch of her aching canal. George let out a huge groan as Trisha coughed and gagged on his dick, her mouth slobbery and wet. The cheerleader could barely concentrate now, throwing her entire body against the man fucking her. Her mouth was wide open, stuffed full of cock, but she didn't even notice her own desperate choking. Her chest was heaving for breath now as she alternated between wild gags and coughs and passionate screams. The two dicks were so good, violating her, taking her, impaling her from behind and jamming down her throat, ripping into her petite little body, her slutty, dirty body, stretched out on a bathroom floor between two strangers...Ohh! It's too much!!!

"AHHHHH!!!! Ohhh...ohhh my GODD!!!!" A single spasm rushed through Trisha's body, racing across her back and through her trembling legs. George was still thrusting into her as she opened her mouth wide, screaming again as her orgasm rushed forth. She could feel her pussy twitch and contract, and the ripples of pleasure slashed through her body, spilling across her skin, making her shudder and shake. The manager continued to fuck her, his hands wrapped hard around her waist, his dick balls-deep inside of her, watching as the cheerleader trembled and spasmed in her climax. Muffled, wet screams ripped through her throat and her lips.

"GODD!! GODDD YESS!! YESSS!!" Her crazed screams echoed through the bathroom, and the waves of pleasure crashed against her quivering, dainty frame, back and forth, over and over, flushing every inch of her. The petite cheerleader's mind went blank, and only a single image was left – her and these two strangers, fucking like wild animals, her mouth and her pussy stuffed with cock, ravaged and violated like only the nastiest of sluts could take. Her arched back was rigid, her legs and arms trembled with joy, her chest heaved in effort. Finally, Trisha let out an exhilarated sigh as she felt the last wave of her orgasm slither through her. The cheerleader felt her entire body rise with joy – that wonderful after-orgasm feeling, when every part of her felt wonderful and reborn. She suddenly realized that she was coated in her own drool; a result of trying to scream over and over with a cock in her mouth. It had soaked her chin and was starting to stream down her neck, puddling on the floor as it dripped off George's cock.

Trisha looked up at the boy. He still looked out of place, still looked in shock, this time at the sight of her out-of-control, earsplitting orgasm. She slipped his slobbery dick out of her mouth with an audible pop, and a long stream of her drool followed it.

The cheerleader was still panting and recovering, but she flashed a sweet smile up at George. "Mmm...oooh that felt good, George. What do you think? Think it's your turn?"

George nodded down at her. "Yeah...yeah..."

Trisha took him back in her mouth, a mischievous look in her eye. The manager was grunting now, still grinding into the cheerleader's soaked, swollen twat, his dick throbbing with effort. Trisha took a deep breath, making sure to watch George's reaction, and throated him one more time. George's eyes widened, so large she thought they would explode, as she smushed her nose against his stomach, her sloppy lips bobbing on his balls, his entire shaft buried in her soft throat.

"Ahhh...wow...too much...!!" 

Trisha slurped and milked his cock, mashing her face again and again against his crotch, sliding him just a couple inches out of her throat before burying him deep. She could still hear the manager's grunts, still feel his fat dick pistoning in and out of her tender, tingling cunt.

"It's...It's too fucking much!" George's head was back, and he was gasping for air at the pleasure of feeling his dick buried in Trisha's slobbery mouth. But Trisha wouldn't let up. An eager hunger filled her chest, and she sped up her slurping, wrapping her tongue around the bottom of his meat as she jammed it yet again down her throat. She gulped as she sucked, her face pressed against his crotch, her saliva-slick lips tightly locked around the base of his shaft, her cute brown eyes fixed on his face. On her hands and knees, the cheerleader sucked and fucked, savoring the carnal pleasure of the two men; one dick jammed inside her twat, the other stuffed halfway to her stomach. She continued to rock with the manager's fucking, urging him on, feeling every inch of him thrust into her.

"Oh...oh...okay!" George was cumming again, his dick throbbing and twitching in Trisha's mouth. She could feel each spurt coming out of his shaft, the powerful spasm twitching against her lips as it shot out of him, flooding her throat and her mouth. She swallowed eagerly and continued to slurp down his cock, massaging his twitching balls with one hand, milking them, thirsty for every drop of cum he had. She let out a muffled moan of her own as she felt his hands on the back of her head, gently fucking her mouth, unloading his seed into her stomach. When he was done, he gently pulled out of her, still gasping for breath.

"Th...thank you..."

She laughed and grinned up at him. "Thank you, sweetie."

"Ugh...ugh..." The manager was still fucking her, hard and fast, his hands painfully tight on her dainty waist, his face dripping with sweat. Wow...he's got some stamina, Trisha thought to herself, impressed. But it's been a while...what if Mom is waiting for me? Maybe she should help him along. She turned her head around and flashed him a sexy smile.

"You like that pussy?"

"Ahh...yeah...fuck yeah...it's so wet..." He was panting so hard that he could barely respond.

"Mmhmm...it's so wet for you..." She flashed him a sweet smile.

"Fuck...yeah..." The manager's next thrust was extra hard, sending Trisha rocking forward, but she planted a hand on the floor to catch herself, and bucked back against him, listening to the slap of their hips colliding, watching the manager's body shudder with the impact.

"Oooh...I want your cum...I want your cum so bad..." Her big brown eyes were fixed on his cock, watching it pound into her slender body.

"Ohhh...fucckkk...."

Trish arched her back again, and squeezed her pussy hard, clasping his cock as she slammed her body against his.

"Where you gonna cum, baby?" She asked, encouraging him. "You wanna cum on my face?"

The man's sweaty, red face nodded vigorously, and Trisha knew she had said the right thing.

"Oooh, yeah...you wanna cum on my face, huh? You wanna shoot your hot load all over my pretty little face?"

"Fuck...yeah! Fuck!" 

Trisha clenched her pussy, milking his cock, enjoying every single pound, relishing the feeling of his balls pressing against her crotch as he plunged his entire manhood inside her swollen twat. Her body was hungry once more, eager again for cum...she was almost tingling with anticipation.

"Yeah! Oooh, God that feels good! Cum, baby! Cum all over my face!" She was shouting now, encouraging him, crying out for his seed.

"Ohh...oh God..." His dick was throbbing now; she could feel it twitching and sliding inside her tender cunt, pounding wildly in and out of her. Ohhh...yes... he's so close!

"Yeah! Fuck yeah! Cum on me! Spray all over my little slut face!"

"Agghh...Ahhhh!!!" The manager pulled his dick out of Trisha's pussy and raced around to her front. He pushed George aside, completely ignoring his employee's protest as he fell on the ground. Trisha grinned up at him as he frantically jacked off his stiff tool with one hand, his face animalistic, his chest heaving with the effort. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, her eyes glittering up at him, ready and waiting.

"FUUUCK!!!" 

A hot stream of cum shot out of his cock, glazing her lips and dribbling onto her tongue and her chin. She reached up and took his cock in her hand, jacking him off, aiming his load across her face. She felt a second stream, even stronger then the first, splattering across her forehead and into her hair. She giggled as more came, a third line of warm, thick cum across her nose. Wow...his load is huge! The manager did his best to aim for her mouth, and managed to shoot a stream right across her extended tongue, but most of it missed, splattering her cheeks and her lips, her chin and her nose. Trisha flinched as a couple of stray drops even flew into her open eyes. Finally, his climax stopped, and the manager stumbled as he stepped backwards, taking in the beautiful sight – a teenage girl on her hands and knees, her shirt bunched around her shoulders, her shorts yanked to her ankles, her face coated and dripping with his cum and her hand still stroking his half-hard dick. Trisha gently wiped off the head of his dick with her fingers, making sure to catch all of the cum, then raised it to her lips and sucked, feeling the hot, tangy liquid across her tongue, savoring the texture of it in her mouth before she swallowed. Like a cat, she cleaned herself off, gently running her hand across her nose, her cheeks and her chin, her forehead, her eyelids. She stopped to lick her hands clean and gulp the gooey stuff down, feeling every bit of his juice sliding down her throat. When she was satisfied, Trisha licked her lips and swallowed one last time, then grinned at the two supermarket employees.

The manager had sunk to his knees as well, sitting next to George, panting, still trying to recover. She giggled at their exhaustion. They were probably completely different – one of them a boss, an older, more experienced man, the other just a kid, probably in high school like her. And yet right now, they were the same, sitting and breathing hard, tired out by fucking the same slut. Trisha stood up and looked at herself in the bathroom's greasy mirror. Yes...I'm a slut! She happily admired the sight in the mirror: an eighteen-year-old cheerleader, petite and dainty, barely over five feet, sweaty and flushed, her hair a mess. Her top was still bunched up around her shoulders, and she could see the red marks on her tits where the manager had squeezed too hard. I'm a dirty slut, a slut who fucks two strangers at the same time in a supermarket bathroom... Trisha bent over to tug her panties and her shorts back over her hips and her tender, swollen pussy. She rearranged her bra, tucking the cups over her boobs, and pulled her shirt back down. Then, she reached a hand up to try to comb her long brown hair, and giggled again as she felt stickiness. She must have missed some of the manager's cum that shot into her hair. Just a dirty little slut who likes a good, rough pounding and a nice facial... She licked her fingers clean once more, then finished running her hands through her hair. She stepped carefully over the two panting men, her boots clicking on the title floor, and put a hand on the door knob. A dirty, filthy slut, who fucks two men when they don't even know her name...Trisha's entire body felt like it was on fire with ecstacy.

"Thanks for the great fuck."

"Y-yeah..."

"You're...welcome..."

"I would stick around, but my mom is probably waiting for me."

The manager looked up in shock. "Your mom???"

"Yup. She was shopping in the store but she's probably done by now. I hope she's not worried." Trisha giggled at the manager's jaw dropped. "Bye!"

The petite cheerleader cheerfully walked out of the warehouse. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two more store employees, sitting on the sidewalk taking a break. They were eyeing her for sure; a little brunette, cute and sweet enough to be the classic innocent schoolgirl, but dressed like any other slut. Their gaze lingering over her dainty body, her slender legs in her high-heeled boots, her tits thrusting out against the stretched fabric of her T-shirt, and her ass, red and tender, poking out of the bottom of her shorts, wiggling as she walked. She wondered if George's cum was dribbling out of her pussy and leaving a wet spot, or maybe some of the manager's cum was still on her face. She hoped it was. The men on the sidewalk were still watching her. As she walked by, she turned to wink at them, but didn't stop. Sorry boys, she thought as she grinned to herself. Maybe next time. 


Ch 10

***All characters are over 18***

Trisha's cheeks were bright red, and her hair was flopping across her face and her neck. The petite cheerleader was on her knees, a thick coat of drool blanketing her plump lips and her chin, running down her neck, dribbling onto her cheerleaders' uniform. Her pleated miniskirt was hitched up around her waist, revealing a black G-string, framing her round, firm ass. Both of her hands were pressing against the thighs of the varsity quarterback standing in front of her, and she gripped his legs hard, pulling herself into him, jutting her head hard and fast against his throbbing rod.

"Ahhh... oh shit... Jesus... Trisha... "

Trisha winked up at him, gulping and sucking, her loud slurps echoing through the empty locker room. She eagerly wrapped her tongue around the shaft of his cock as she sucked, running it along the edge, relishing the shudder that she could feel running through his body. Then, she throated him, easing his cock down as easily as if it were butter, stuffing her face with his meat and jamming her nose against his pubes. She continued to run her tongue up and down the base of his shaft as she buried it in her throat. The quarterback gasped and wheezed, his eyes ready to pop out of his head, his chest heaving as he panted. The cheerleader felt his hands on her head, lightly pushing her deep, deep down his rod. She slurped and drooled on him for a few more seconds before finally pulling him out of her throat, inhaling through her nose, still sucking on the end of his dick.

"Wow... this is... you're incredible... you're... ahhh!"

Trisha didn't even let him finish. As soon as she had caught her breath, she plunged back down for more, swallowing him deep into her throat, locking her lips around his shaft and slurping loudly. He yelled out loud then, his hands tight on her head, and Trisha felt the familiar throbbing in his meat grow fiercer and stronger, as if his cock was about to burst. He's going to cum already? Trisha couldn't help feeling a wave of pride rushing through her chest at her prowess, and her eyes glittered up at the quarterback, eager and excited, awaiting her prize as she slobbered.

"Ahhh... T-Trisha... I'm about to... "

She pulled his dick out of her mouth and wrapped both hands around his drool-coated shaft, jacking him off with incredible speed, her fingers a blur on his swelling dick.

"On my face!" she yelled, interrupting him in an excited voice. "Shoot it on my face!"

"Ahhh!"

A rush of joy swept through her eager body as she watched his cock shudder and jolt. A thick stream of cum spurted out of the tip, splattering across her face, one thick line that stretched from the part in her long brown hair between her bright brown eyes and down her nose and across her mouth. She couldn't help herself; her tongue snaked out and dabbed at the gooey mess strewn across her lips. Even as she licked up his seed, more came shooting forth, dribbling now all over her cheeks and her lips, a few drops splashing onto her chin and dripping onto her cheerleader's blouse. She grinned up at the quarterback as he gasped, one hand now on the locker bay behind him, trying to keep his balance. She kept jacking him off, slower now, letting him recover, before finally letting his softening cock go to run her fingers over her cum-coated face. Trisha was like a child with candy now, scooping up his cum off her face, collecting it in her fingers then greedily licking it up before running her hands back over herself for more. She saved all of his load in her mouth until she was sure she had gotten all of it, then finally swallowed it in one big, satisfying gulp. 

Smacking her lips, Trisha grinned up at the panting quarterback as she stood, adjusting her skirt and her blouse. The quarterback was trying to gasp something out, but she ignored him, walking over to the mirror to look at herself. Her dainty reflection stared back at herself; barely five feet tall, with wavy brown hair down to her shoulders, and a slender, taut waist framed by flared hips and a perky, firm, 32C-cup chest. Her legs looked slender and petite in her cheerleaders' miniskirt. She had managed to clean her face pretty well, but there were several obvious spots on her blouse, where the cum had dripped down. She curiously dabbed at the spots with her finger, then shrugged. Oh well. She smiled at her own reflection. It's not like it's the first stain I've gotten on this uniform!

"Trisha... you're fucking... incredible!"

She turned to face the quarterback, and giggled. He was leaning against the locker bay, completely worn out, staring at her with his mouth open and his softening dick still hanging out of his pants. This was always one of her favorite moments, right at the end of a good blowjob or fucking, when she saw them wide-eyed and tired out, staring at her as if she was some kind of goddess, gaping at her as she eagerly wiped her face clean of their cum or dug it out of her swollen pussy. She felt a thrill rush through her body as the quarterback's eyes swept admiringly up and down her little frame, still struggling to recover from her incredible blowjob. Maybe I'll let him fuck me next time.

Trisha winked at him as she smoothed out her blouse and headed towards the door. "Aww... that's so sweet! See ya later, Brad!"

"W-wait... you're just gonna... leave...?" She heard him continue to sputter as she walked out, but didn't bother answering. She glanced at her watch as she headed towards the parking lot. Eight minutes... looks like Britney owes me some money... 

***

"You sure you're not just lying cause you want that twenty bucks?"

Trisha laughed. "I swear to God, Britney! I timed it. His cock was in my mouth at 3:45, and he was cumming on my face at 3:53. Which is less than ten minutes. Which means I won the bet!" She grinned as she said the last sentence extra loud into her cell phone.

"All right, all right. You don't have to fucking yell. I'll bring it tomorrow."

Trisha smiled. "Don't feel bad, Brit. You're just contributing to my college fund."

The head cheerleader's laugh rang through Trisha's earpiece. "Geez, Trish. You're really serious about going to college, huh?"

"Of course!"

"Still the good girl," the head cheerleader teased. "No matter how hard I try, I can't get it out of you. Once a good girl, always a good girl."

"Hey!" Trisha said, indignant. "Whatever, Britney! I know a certain quarterback who would beg to differ! And also a certain football coach... oh, and a certain clerk at Starbucks... "

She suddenly stopped. She had thought she heard something, high-pitched and very faint. The cheerleader didn't know what it was, but for some reason it made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Trisha? Trish, you still there, hun?"

"Yeah... yeah I'm still here... "

The sound was there, so faint that Trisha barely caught it.

"Hey Brit, I'll call you back in a minute, okay?"

"Sure, hun."

Trisha hung up her phone and slipped it into her purse, walking quickly now. She strained her ears, trying to hear the noise once more, waiting, hearing nothing but silence until... there! That was it!

It was a scream. She was almost sure of it, but it was so faint that she couldn't tell. It seemed to be coming from the other side of the parking lot. Trisha quickly trotted over, curious, her cheerleaders' miniskirt swishing as she walked, her hair blowing backwards in the evening wind. Finally, she reached the other side, and heard it again. It was definitely a scream, and Trisha suddenly realized that it sounded familiar.

"HELP!" 

Without even thinking, Trisha broke into a run. The voice was unmistakable; it was Mandy's. Even though they barely even hung out anymore, Trisha still considered her one of her best friends, and she instinctively began to sprint towards the sound of her friend's screams.

She was in the street behind the school parking lot now, running along the sidewalk, her miniskirt flopping up and down against her thighs, her tennis shoes squeaking on the pavement. She hadn't heard any screams for a while, but as she slowed down to catch her breath, she suddenly realized that she could hear scuffling further down the street, and what seemed to be the sound of muffled moaning. More slowly now, trying to keep quiet, Trisha strode forward, peering around each alleyway in turn.

Then, she saw them. Light from a single lamppost partially illuminated the alleyway, revealing three figures, clumped together, two large and one small. Trisha slowly took a step forward, and realized that Mandy was in the middle, and that both of her arms were being held by the other two people. They were two large boys, looking around college age, and like large frat guys, tall and muscular and dressed in sleeveless muscle shirts and cargo shorts. Each of them had a firm grip on Mandy's arms, and the girl was struggling in between them. They were laughing. One of them was leaning down, grabbing at her kicking legs, trying to steady them. The other was pulling at her twisting, struggling waist, trying to grab at her skirt. Mandy's face was fixed in an expression of pure desperation and panic, and Trisha could tell that her friend was fighting with every bit possible of her strength, but the two boys were just too strong. Without even thinking, Trisha rushed forward and shouted.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing??"

The three of them whirled around; for a moment, Mandy even stopped struggling in her shock. Trisha suddenly saw that Mandy's blouse was ripped and torn. It was a pretty, light green blouse that Trisha herself had picked out for her friend over a year ago, but now, there was a jagged gash torn down the middle, leaving the top hanging in shreds. Trisha could see Mandy's cotton bra, visible through the crack.

"T-Trisha!" her friend gasped, panting and pulling herself against the grips of the boys, her eyes wild with fear. "Please!"

"Well, looky here!" One of the boys said out loud, his words slurred. He was clearly drunk. "We got another one!" His eyes greedily took in Trisha's round, ample tits, and her smooth, bare legs.

"Grab her!" One of the boys, who had dark hair, grabbed hold of both of Mandy's arms, pinning them behind her back, leaving her to struggle and kick helplessly. At the same time, the other one raced forward, and before Trisha could take more than a step backwards, he had his hand around her arm, dragging her back into the alleyway.

"Shit, man... she's even hotter! A cheerleader! Check out this hot uniform. What a tight little body!" Trisha winced at the acrid smell of alcohol on their breath. A hand was running across the hem of her skirt, the fingertips brushing against the bottom of her barely-covered ass. She could almost feel Mandy's fear, as her friend panted and struggled only a few feet away.

"Please... please... " Mandy whimpered, but the other boy was talking over her, his speech slurred.

"No way, Jake... I like this one. She looks so innocent. She's probably still a virgin, man! It'll be fucking nice to pop her cherry!"

"PLEASE!" Mandy's voice was hysterical now, and Trisha realized that her friend was crying. Mandy's neat, short blonde hair was a mess across her face; her thin frame was struggling helplessly against the frat boy's grip. She was only slightly taller than Trisha, probably 5'2", and barely a hundred pounds. There was clearly no chance of either of the teenagers overpowering their captors.

"You serious, Rob? Look at this little bitch's titties, man." Trisha felt a hand harshly grabbing at her chest, roughly squeezing at her ample chest through her shirt. "Oh man... they feel so good."

The dark-haired boy named Rob gave a deep, evil laugh. "Yeah, you're a chest man. Not me. I like this girl's tiny titties. And her firm little ass."

Trisha watched as he reached one hand behind Mandy's ass, squeezing. Her friend's frightened eyes widened even more, and she reared ferociously against him, her legs kicking so hard that Rob actually stumbled back slightly. But it was no use.

"Please... please, no... " Mandy kept whimpering. Trisha was silent, though she struggled as well. Her eyes were on her friend, and though panic hadn't overtaken Trisha, she slowly began to realize that she had no plan. I should have called for help, or called the police, or something! But instead, I just got my stupid ass captured... now they're going to rape two girls instead of one! They'll fuck us both in this alleyway!

The words flickered through her mind, and involuntarily, Trisha felt a tiny stab of lust at the thought. Fucking in an alleyway... actually, that sounds kind of hot. But she quickly realized that this situation wasn't quite the same. Trisha was a slut, and proud of it. If she was in the right mood, she even might have volunteered for a gang-bang in a dark alley. I can take it, she told herself. I can take whatever they want to do. Then, she glanced at her friend, struggling and crying, kicking and squealing. But Mandy... poor Mandy, she's so innocent... she won't be able to handle it.

"Please, let me go!" Mandy's tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she desperately continued to twist away from her captor, eliciting only another laugh. "You scared, little girl? You crying cause you don't want me to fuck your brains out?" Rob laughed again.

Jake's hands were still all over Trisha, one tightly gripping her arm, the other squeezing her ample, firm tits through her cheerleader's blouse, testing each one in turn, two full handfuls. "Fucking awesome, man... we've got two little pussies to fuck tonight. I'm looking forward to making this one cry too."

Trisha's eyes flickered from her friend, to the guy named Rob holding her, to Jake, the blonde-haired one keeping her own body pinned and helpless. She saw the evil in their eyes, the pure lust, the reckless excitement. She had seen that look before, she realized; she had fucked guys like them. They get off on humiliating girls... on taking them against their will and causing them pain, making them cry. They enjoy hurting them. Actually, a couple of those guys had been some of the better ones she had fucked, rough and hard... but not now, not like this. And not to a girl like Mandy... 

Now, Trisha understood what she needed to do, and suddenly her mind was clear. Her body relaxed against the frat boy's harsh grip. Fucking a girl isn't enough... they want to rape one, and they want her to hate every moment of it. So... if I want to help Mandy... if I want to get my friend out of this, I have to make both of them want to rape me even more. Trisha's determination rose in her chest even as she watched her friend – her sweet, innocent, untouched friend – cry and sob and struggle. She couldn't let this happen to Mandy. She knew what to do.

"Oh, please! Please, don't!" Trisha cried out suddenly, struggling harder now, kicking just like Mandy was, twisting back and forth. It was hopeless, of course, but she could feel Jake's hand, tightening on her arm. "Please, let me go! Oh God!" Her screams rang through the alleyway.

Another evil laugh. "Hey, bro, looks like your girl finally figured out what's gonna happen to her!"

"Yeah... I think so. About fucking time." Jake smirked, and Trisha bucked harder, screaming now at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking.

"Please... please... I've... I've never had sex! I don't want to!"

This was a lie, of course, and both Trisha and Mandy knew it. As she struggled, Trisha saw her friend glance in her direction, and now there was a bit of confusion mixed with Mandy's wild fear. Trisha glanced back, and gave a slight nod. Mandy blinked back, utterly confused. At that moment, Trisha closed her eyes and kept screaming, her voice echoing through the deserted street.

"Please...oh God, please don't hurt me! I just want to go home!"

"Yeah?" The dark-haired one was still gripping Mandy, but his eyes were on Trisha's dainty body now, eager and hungry, watching her miniskirt flop around her thighs as she kicked and her tits dance in her blouse as she struggled. "You want to go home, little girl? Maybe you should suck our cocks first, and go home with our cum in your stomach!"

His words barely shocked Trisha; after all, she had just swallowed a fresh batch of cum barely fifteen minutes ago. But she let out a convincingly frightened squeal, and lowered her head, feigning shame.

"No... no... oh please, don't!"

'Damnett, shut that bitch up!" Rob yelled. "Someone will hear her!"

"Yeah... yeah I'll shut her up. I'll give her something to put in her stupid fucking mouth." Jake roughly turned Trish around, bear hugging her and pinning her arms behind her. Her firm boobs were squashed now against his chest, her whimpering face into his shoulder. She felt one large, surprisingly strong hand on her head, the other still holding her arms. He was forcing her downward.

"Yeah, you little slut! You're gonna get to suck your first cock ever, aren't you, little bitch?"

"Oh... please, no! Please, don't! Let me go!" But Trisha couldn't have fought him off even if she wanted to; she felt her body sinking down, reluctantly falling to her knees.

"Yeah... yeah you bitch! Suck it till you puke! How old are you?"

Trisha threw a frightened look straight up at him, her eyes watery with fake tears. She even managed to make her lip tremble as she whimpered softly "I'm... I'm e-eighteen. Please... don't!"

Her answer excited the frat boy even more. "Eighteen! Shit! I'm gonna stretch you out good and hard tonight, little girl!" Trisha was on her knees now in front of him, resting on the backs of her heels, still with a frightened look on her face. His hand was at his crotch, tearing open the zipper of his pants.

"Eighteen, fuck!" That was the other one, Rob. "Maybe I need to feel her pussy too!" Trisha gave another whimper of fright; she was working hard now, doing her very best to act as much like an innocent, terrified girl as possible. If she was distracting enough, she knew that Mandy might have a chance to run away. Jake had his dick out now, and it was thick and rock-hard already. Trisha turned her head away, like a good innocent girl, too ashamed to even look at it.

"What's the matter, little girl? Didn't any of the high school boys teach you how to suck cock?" Jake sneered. "Here... let me show you." And with that, he grabbed Trisha's chin with one hand, wrenching her jaw open, and yanked her face towards his crotch. A moment later, he had shoved his shaft halfway down her throat.

The sight of Trisha's face being raped by the frat boy's dick seemed to kick Mandy's struggling into another gear. She bucked against her kidnapper, fighting and scratching, screaming as she fought. 

"No! No! Leave her alone! Trisha! Oh God, Trisha! Please!!!" 

Trisha's mouth was stuffed full with dick, but she glanced over at her struggling friend, trying to shoot a warning in her direction. Damnett, Mandy! Shut up! You're just egging them on! But Mandy was too panicked and terrified to notice. She screamed and fought, her wild voice echoing through the street.

The dark-haired one laughed. "I can't take it anymore, man. I've gotta fuck this little bitch virgin!"

No!! Trisha's mind flashed with fear for her friend, but she couldn't do anything else. The blonde-haired boy was fucking her mouth ferociously, his hand on her chin, his hips jutting into her cheeks, balls against her lips. Trisha drooled and slobbered as he plowed into her mouth. His cock was actually not that long, and the petite cheerleader could deepthroat his length without gagging. But she knew that wasn't what he wanted; he wanted to hurt and humiliate her. So she forced out a choke, pretending to cough and gag on his dick, her drool coating his dick and running down his balls.

"Ghaggghh!! Aggghhhh!"

The effect was exactly as Trisha expected. The blonde-haired boy grinned evilly at her and let out a low moan of excitement she choked, and he fucked her mouth harder, pounding into her, his hips slamming painfully into her cheeks, his pubes jamming into her stretched lips.

"Yeah, you dumb bitch! Gag on my rod! Choke on it!"

Trisha's lips gurgled and slobbered loudly as he fucked, and her saliva dribbled out of her mouth, running down her chin. She continued to slurp and gag, letting him think he was punishing her, pretending to gulp down his meat against her will. His thick cock was stuffing her mouth, pressing up against her lips and her tongue and shimmying in and out of her throat. Then, she heard a scream.

"NOO!!! Trisha!!! Please!!! No, leave me alone!!!" Still slurping and choking, Trisha glanced over at Mandy, and her eyes widened with fear. Rob had managed to tug off Mandy's denim skirt and had ripped her panties apart, discarding the scraps on the ground. Mandy had managed to free one arm, and Trisha's heart went out to her innocent friend as she shamefully tried to cover herself. Mandy's hand was over her pussy, trying to cover her short, curly blonde bush. She was thrashing and screaming, but Rob was much stronger, and he was forcing her down to her knees too. Trisha felt her chest rising with fury. You asshole!

"Don't bother watching, you bitch. Just keep sucking my dick!" Jake yelled as he wrenched her head back, forcing her to stare at his crotch as he drilled into her. But Trisha could hear Mandy's screams behind her. She had to do something! 

"Ghaggghh! Oooommmpfff!" Trisha let out another loud gag, and suddenly she rose to her feet. At the same moment, she thrust her face down the frat boy's shaft, throating it in one gulp, squashing her nose against his belly. She did it slowly and gently, pretending that she was standing up simply to get better leverage to slurp down the guy's meat. But as she stood, bent sharply over, she knew that her miniskirt was riding up her ass, and that her legs looked slender and taut as she raised herself on her tiptoes. She was bending down now to service Jake's cock, so that her ass was up in the air, and she arched her back to let her ample curves jut out even more.

Come on, big boy... look over here! She hoped as she slurped that she was a gorgeous enough figure; a cute little cheerleader, standing on her toes, her hands on the frat boy's thighs for balance as she guzzled down his rod, her ass hoisted in the air and her ample round tits contrasting with her slender, lithe waist. She kept sucking with noisy gulps; she had to. But she hoped desperately that she had managed to distract the other boy.

"Holy... holy shit!!!" The blonde-haired guy was gasping at Trisha's deepthroating skills, his voice sounding ironically similar to the quarterback's.

"Yeah... wow... that looks nice." Rob's voice sounded distracted, and a second later, Trisha felt a large, rough hand caressing her ass. He was still dragging a crying, struggling Mandy along with one hand, but his eyes were on Trisha's petite body, on her tiptoes, her legs slight and smooth, her miniskirt riding up her firm ass to reveal her thong. Her perky tits were straining against the fabric of her cheerleading blouse, her hair hanging down her shoulders, swinging with her movements as she crouched down and slurped on Jake's meat.

"Damn, man. Maybe you're right. This girl is fucking fine. Check out this ass." Rob's hand squeezed hard, painful enough to make Trisha squeal as she throated Jake's dick. That's it, that's it. Come on! Fuck my pussy, instead of Mandy's! She wanted to shout that out, to just tell him directly, but she knew it wouldn't work. These guys had to think that she hated this; that was the only way it would work. So she could do nothing but slobber and gulp on this one dick, still pretending to choke and cry as she did it.

"No way, man. You picked that one and I picked this one. So I get first dibs. Fuck your own bitch." Jake was still jamming into Trisha's face, his hips pumping her mouth like a cunt, his hard rod throbbing in her slobbery lips. In the background, Mandy was still struggling and crying out, but Rob's voice drowned it out.

"Yeah... all right, fine. I'll fuck this one first. But you got to let me try out that slut's twat too."

Trisha felt the hand lift from her ass, and heard a loud scream from Mandy. No!!! There was nothing she could do! As long as this guy was plowing into her face, she couldn't turn around, she couldn't distract the other one. The only way she could help Mandy was if she could stop blowing this guy, and that meant that she had to make him cum, and quickly. 

At that moment, she plunged herself up and down him with surprising speed, forgetting completely to act frightened, locking her tongue and her lips around his shaft and gulping down his meat like only an experienced slut could. The blonde-haired guy let out a loud gasp and Trisha felt his hands tightening on the back of her head.

"Holy... shit! This slut can suck some cock! Slow... slow down!"

But even as he said it, his body seemed to disagree; his hands were now grabbing fistfuls of her hair, and slowly rocking her head against his meat, pushing her ever further down his cock as she gulped him deep. Trisha felt his hard, throbbing shaft rubbing up against her lips, stretching them wide open, jamming against her soft, velvety tongue and deep into her throat. The cheerleader let out loud slurps and moans as she worked, still with her ass in the air, bending down to blow him. Faster and faster, she pumped her mouth onto his rod, engulfing it, letting her drool-coated lips fly over the hot skin of his dick. She felt his hands tightening even more on her hair, and knew that he wouldn't last long. She thrust herself even harder, working for his cum with her entire body, her legs pumping and her back sharply arched.

The two of them were now rocking towards each other, her captor jamming his meat into her throat, Trisha meeting him with her own thrusts, gulping him into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and her lips around his pulsating cock as he pumped.

"Oh shit... oh fuck... oh fuck I can't... hold it... "

Come on, damnett! Cum! Trisha went deep once more, holding her breath and gulping him down into her throat, slurping loudly as she once more pushed her lips down to the base of his throbbing shaft, burying every inch of him in her warm, wet mouth. She kept him stuffed there, licking furiously, sucking and gurgling and slobbering, drool leaking out of her lips in her effort and dribbling to the pavement.

"Ohhh... holy... shit!!" Try as he might, the frat boy's stamina was no match for Trisha's skills. The cheerleader felt his dick spasm in her throat as his cum spurted forth, and he was so deep in her mouth that she didn't even taste it; the gooey liquid instead slithered straight down her throat, into her stomach. She could almost feel the warmth bubbling in her as she swallowed his spunk, still throating him, still gurgling as she sucked. She let him finish unloading his juices in her stomach, but as soon as she felt the throbbing against her lips subside, she wrenched her head off of him. He let her go, as she knew he would, now that he had finished. Gasping for breath, she quickly whirled around and stumbled forward, pretending to trip over herself, as she turned to face the other boy.

Her face flushed with rage as she saw what he was doing. Rob had forced Mandy to her knees too, and tears streamed down her face as the dark-haired boy plunged his dick into her unwilling lips. Unlike Trisha, Mandy had probably never sucked a dick before, and she had no experience; her coughs and gags were real. She wrenched her head away from him again and again, gasping for breath, spitting out her slobber as the tears streamed, now only half in terror and half in response to her gag reflex. But then he would yank her back, and force her mouth open, shoving his dick down it, choking her yet again, prompting another fit of gagging and yelping. Mandy's lips trembled as she struggled, her tongue flailing, her cheeks red with effort.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please..noo... mmmf!"

Let her go! Trisha stumbled forward again, collapsing into the frat boy's arms, pushing Mandy onto the ground away from them as she fell. She heard a slobbery pop as his dick slipped out of Mandy's reluctant lips.

"What the fuck... bitch!" Rob yelled out as Mandy collapsed against the ground. "You don't know the first fucking thing about sucking a goddamn dick!" He shoved Trisha off of him with frightening strength, and the petite cheerleader tumbled to the pavement.

Mandy was desperately trying to crawl away, but Rob grabbed her legs and yanked her back, prompting her to squeal desperately as he dragged her towards him.

"No! No! Please!!!"

"Dude... dude... " Jake was sweaty and breathing hard, but was still standing, watching them. "Let that other bitch blow you. Man, she knows how to suck cock."

"Yeah? Fuck yeah, man. Here. Hold onto this one." Jake stepped forward and grabbed hold of the whimpering, struggling Mandy, and Rob turned towards Trisha.

"Okay, you slut. Suck my cock, bitch. Suck it good."

Trisha put on another frightened face. "I... don't want to... please... "

"Fuck you." He grabbed her and plowed his dick into her mouth, and Trisha obediently parted her lips, letting him slide easily into her warm, slobbery mouth, just as Jake had only minutes earlier.

"Ohh... fuck yeah." Rob closed his eyes and placed his hands on each side of Trisha's head, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth deep and hard. The petite cheerleader was trapped and helpless now, her face held firmly in position as Rob's thick meat stabbed into her lips, stretching and prodding her mouth open, piercing into her throat.

"No... please... please... " Mandy's cries were fainter now, and Trisha realized that her friend must be exhausted. She could hear the girl's panting and moaning behind her as she succumbed to Rob's fierce face-fucking, gulping and slobbering, letting her drool run down her already-soaked chin and neck. His dick was hard and stiff in Trisha's mouth, filling her. He was longer than Jake, and when he plunged balls deep into her mouth, forcing every inch of his shaft into her, she choked for real this time, her throat convulsing and her chest heaving involuntarily as he pumped.

Then, she heard scuffling, and she realized that Jake had brought over Mandy, still struggling as best as she could, and they were now standing to the side of them, barely a foot away. Mandy's skirt and panties were discarded in the alleyway, along with her torn blouse. Her bra had been jerked down, revealing her slim, B-cup tits. The girl's frame was thin against Jake's burly body, and he was handling her fighting and struggling like she was a child.

Jake's laugh echoed through the street. "Watch her, you bitch. Watch your friend get her mouth raped."

Mandy's tears streamed down her face as Jake grabbed hold of her chin, forcing her to look down at Trisha, in her cheerleader's uniform, kneeling on the hard pavement, her face held still by Rob as he plunged his dick into her slobbery mouth. The girl closed her eyes and looked away, whimpering softly. "Trisha... oh, Trisha... "

Rob was grunting hard as he fucked Trisha's mouth, every extra-deep thrust choking her and sending her into a fit of gags. But he ignored them completely, still plowing into her even as she coughed and her chest spasmed, stabbing into her flushed face with ferocious power. Even over his low grunts, Trisha could hear Jake's laughs.

"Yeah, you like that? You want me to do the same to you?"

Mandy shook her head, terrified, and cried out in fright as she felt Jake's hands roam over her naked body, grabbing at her small tits, pinching her hips and her ass. "Please, no, please!"

Trisha tried to look up, but Rob's hands were vice-like on her head, keeping her still for his use, steady as a jackhammer, working her mouth with deep, powerful strokes. The petite cheerleader fought against his grip, but his strength overpowered hers.

Jake's hand was now at Mandy's pussy, his palm pressed against the curls of Mandy's bush, his fingers rubbing the girl's virgin twat. Mandy's eyes were wider than ever now, filled with a wild mix of shame and terror and shock, as his fingers gently slid over the lips of her tiny cunt. He grinned, staring down at the girl as she trembled and struggled in his grip, fighting against his fingers roaming across her twat.

"Ohh... fuck... her mouth is so good... " Rob's eyes were closed, his lips pursed tight as he jammed his throbbing cock deep into Trisha's throat. The petite cheerleader was struggling for real now, fighting against his powerful grip on her head, squirming as she kneeled in front of him. But it was no use. He probably weighed twice as much as her, easily, and he was going to have his way with her mouth and her body as long as he wanted.

"Yeah... feels good, right?" Jake laughed as Mandy's body bucked wearily against his, fighting with what little strength she had left. His hand was still tight on the girl's pussy, cupping and squeezing it, and Mandy was almost gasping as she cried and sobbed, helpless against his touch.

Stop! Please, stop! Trisha's heart was pounding, and for the first time she was starting to feel real terror stirring in her chest, forced to kneel only feet away from her friend as Jake was getting ready to rape her, her own face submitted to Rob's fierce face fucking, impaling her throat and sending her into yet another spasm of choking and gagging. They can't do this to Mandy! They can't!

" Nooo... please... .please!!!" Mandy's body involuntarily bucked against Jake's as the tips of his fingers parted her pussy lips, rubbing at the tender flesh in between. The girl's face was tight in an expression of pain and humilation, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open as she pleaded and begged. Mandy... oh God, Mandy... 

Jake's laugh was drowned out by a loud groan from Rob. "Oh fuck! Fuck... this bitch's mouth... is so good... "

"Yeah man, I told you," Jake said. "Busted my nut in her cause it felt so good."

"Oh, fuck... me too... fuck she's so good... "

Mandy's body was sagging against Jake's, twitching and shuddering as she desperately, helplessly tried to escape his prying fingers. Trisha could see Mandy's legs, weaving back and forth, stretching open and back closed, trying to find any position possible that could prevent him from caressing her twat.

"Hey, man... I got an idea... shoot your load on this bitch's face." Jake grabbed hold of Mandy by the hair and forced her down, so that her face was only inches away from Trisha's. His hand was still gently rubbing her twat, grinning as he did it, enjoying her struggling, enjoying her terror and fear of what was yet to come.

Trisha's own eyes were filled with tears now too, from her gag reflex and Rob's vicious fucking, and she heard the frat boy grunt out his approval, as his cock began to throb and swell in her lips. No! Don't do that to Mandy! Cum in my mouth! She wanted to shout it out, but she couldn't, so instead she tried to grab him around the thighs, forcing him down as far as she could, gagging as she went but plunging deep anyway.

But Rob was too strong. He shoved her aside, throwing her down so hard that Trisha sprawled across the pavement, his drool-coated cock slipping out of her mouth as the cheerleader fell. Gasping for breath, wiping her mouth and her eyes, Trisha hauled herself back up, and shouted out loud at the sight: "Stop! No!"

Mandy was bent over at the waist, her legs still squirming, her head held steady by Jake. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. One of Jake's hands was buried in her hair, painfully holding her steady as she squirmed; the other was still on her pussy, stretching her open with two fingers and caressing her. Rob was standing in front of her, jacking off his throbbing meat, and even as Trisha struggled to stand he was cumming, shooting thick ropes of cum across Mandy's face.

No!! Mandy's expression was one of shame and mortification, her eyes and her lips squeezed shut and her nose scrunched in disgust. Rob's cum plopped across her nose and her cheeks, her lips and her closed eyelids, each stream sending an involuntarily spasm across Mandy's face as it landed, dribbling down her face and her chin in long white lines. Her face was now a sloppy mess of cum and tears, covered in gooey globs. Rob let out a loud, satisfied gasp, then turned around and grabbed Trisha by the arm, dragging the cheerleader forward.

"Lick it off, slut! Lick my cum off your friend!"

Jake laughed as Rob grabbed Trisha by the hair, forcing her forward, facing Mandy, only inches away from her cum-splattered face, staring at her friend's tightly shut eyes and trembling lips.

"Do it, bitch!"

Reluctantly, Trisha slowly leaned forward, still staring at Mandy's mortified face.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, gently and softly. "Mandy... I'm so sorry... "

Her friend was silent as Trisha unwillingly parted her lips and extended her tongue. Steeling herself, she slowly leaned forward and began to lightly lick up the streams of cum that were running across Mandy's mouth and her chin. Her tongue tingled as she felt the saltiness drench her tastebuds, a combination of Mandy's frightened tears and Rob's thick jism, but she kept licking, sucking the liquid into her mouth as she went. Mandy's cheeks were soft against her lips, red and flushed and soggy.

Halfway through, she paused, gulping the cum down quickly, and took the opportunity to whisper again, so quiet that it was barely audible. "Stay calm, Mandy... just stay calm."

Her friend was still silent, so ashamed that she was unable to speak, and Trisha quickly finished licking Mandy's face clean, lapping up the cum from her nose and her eyelids with her tongue, going gently as her friend's face twitched in response.

"Fuck yeah... that was hot... " Jake laughed, and Rob grinned and nodded. Apparently satisfied, their grips on the girls' hair sagged, and they let them stand. As Mandy straightened, she reluctantly opened her eyes, her face still full of shame, and saw her friend staring right at her. Trisha's own mouth and chin was covered in drool, and her long brown hair was a mess around her face.

Trisha took one look at the humiliation in Mandy's face, and then sunk back down to her knees. The cheerleader reached up with both hands and grabbed onto each of the frat boys' dicks, both flaccid and soft, and began to gently caress them. As she did it, she stared up, her eyes pleading and desperate. This was her last attempt. This is all I have left... I can't think of anything else to do. I have to find a way to get Mandy out of this!

"Please... " she whimpered, her voice soft as she looked up at Rob and Jake, still gently stroking their half-hard cocks. "Please... let my friend go. Just fuck me. You can both fuck me... just let my friend go."

She watched as all three of their faces went blank. Rob and Jake were already caught off guard by her hands on their dicks, but now they were completely shocked. Mandy's too, was blank with surprise as she stared down at her friend, in her cheerleading uniform, once more on her knees, voluntarily jacking off the two guys that had just raped her mouth while she looked up at them with pleading, begging eyes.

Rob spoke first. "You want us to let her go?"

Trisha nodded, still stroking them gently, and she noticed that they were starting to grow in her hands. "Please... just fuck me all you want... I'm begging you... "

Jake's face broke into a grin. "No way, slut." Rob let out a sharp, barking laugh.

"Yeah, we're keeping you for the night. Both of you."

But even as he said that, Mandy was slowly, quietly wriggling out of Jake's grip. She had listened to Trisha's whisper, and she wasn't fighting wildly anymore, but more gently slipping away from him. The frat boys hadn't noticed yet; they were too distracted by Trisha's hands on their cocks, gently stroking and encouraging them back to hardness, unable to take their eyes off of her as she looked up at them with pleading eyes. 

As soon as the boys had first seen her; a cute eighteen-year-old, dressed in a skimpy cheerleader's blouse and miniskirt, barely five feet tall and with sweet brown eyes and a pouty innocent face, they thought they knew what to expect. They had expected a naïve little girl, who would panic just like Mandy had, at their first touch. What they hadn't expected was a girl who could throat both of their rods, slurping and milking the cum out of their balls like water. Now, as she looked up at them, sitting on her knees on the pavement, her perky tits bulging out of her blouse, with her hands on their cocks and her face in a desperate pout, all they could think about was stuffing their dicks back in her warm, wet mouth. Or pumping into her sweet, tight pussy... 

Trisha tightened her grip slightly on their hard shafts, stroking them both in rhythm, and both boys groaned softly. Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen Mandy slowly creeping out of their reach, and immediately, she kept talking, her voice as soft and begging as she could possibly make it. "But... but... please, can't you just fuck my pussy? Don't you want to?"

Rob burst out laughing, in between groans; and his eyes were fixed on Trisha's, hypnotized, thinking only of the feeling of her lips wrapped around his shaft. "Listen to this slut, Jake! She's asking us to fuck her! What a dumb bitch!"

"Ohhh... " Jake's eyes were half-closed, enjoying Trisha's soft fingers on his dick, still slick and wet from the cheerleader's slobber. He seemed hypnotized too, unable to look away from the pleading cheerleader. "Yeah... dumb slut... fuck that feels good... "

Mandy took a tiny, half-step back, and Trisha suddenly realized that she had slipped out of Jake's grip. The frat boy didn't even notice; his eyes were fixated on Trisha, kneeling in front of him, his arms at his side, concentrating only on her handjob. The petite cheerleader kept pleading: "You... you could fuck me doggy-style... " The boys both groaned at the thought of it. "Or... or you could double penetrate me... one in my pussy... one in my mouth. Or... "

She was ferociously jacking them off now, using her own drool on their cocks as lubricant, quickly sliding from the base of their shaft up to the tip, watching them shudder as she caressed the heads and then glided back down. Mandy was still backing away, naked except for her useless bra, her stained face wild with fright and confusion. 

Run! Run, you idiot! Damnett, Mandy! At any moment, one of the frat boys might recover. It had to be now. For a moment, Mandy seemed unable to move, as if she couldn't possibly leave her friend to go through this alone, even after all the hell she had been through. She was still in the alleyway, silent, still terrified, her eyes fixed on Trisha. As she watched Mandy back away, both hands gripping a cock, Trisha gave a slight nod. It's okay, Mandy. Just go! Mandy stared at Trisha for only a moment longer, then turned on her heels and fled, sprinting away with all the strength she had left.

"Fuck!" Trisha heard one of them say. "She's getting away! Fuck! Grab her!"

Trisha felt Jake begin to move away from her hand, ready to follow Mandy. She sprang into action, grabbing his hips and plunging his dick into her mouth, sucking and slurping, still jacking off the other dick with her other hand. It worked; the blonde-haired frat boy completely forgot about chasing Mandy, staying where he was and groaning. Trisha felt his hands slide into her hair, grabbing fistfuls as he gently began to rock himself into her wet lips, the full length of his shaft buried in her mouth in one long, deep gulp.

Mandy was gone.

"You fucking idiot!" Rob yelled. "You let her get away!"

"Ohhh fuck... " Jake was moaning, staring down at Trisha as she slobbered her way down his dick. "Sorry man... she's just so... fucking good. Holy shit... her mouth... "

Now it was only the three of them; the two drunk guys and Trisha, on her knees between them. Mandy's gone, she kept telling herself, again and again. She got away... I did it. I did it!

"Shit... that stupid little bitch."

Trisha squealed in pain as Rob suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her to her feet, forcing her to pop Jake's dick out of her wet lips. Jake moaned in disappointment as Trisha stumbled, leaning on Rob for support, looking up at his face as he glared down at her.

"Guess we'll just be fucking you after all. Now we're just gonna have to bang you twice as hard!"

And with that, he shoved Trisha back down. The petite cheerleader let out another squeal as she tumbled to the ground, her miniskirt flopping around her legs as she collapsed on the pavement. Before she could recover, she felt powerful, strong hands on her, grabbing at her blouse, ripping it off her dainty frame and discarding it on the floor. She gave a pained whimper as one of them viciously grabbed her thong, yanking it down to her knees to reveal her pink pussy. They had tugged her bra off too, revealing the firm, ample mounds beneath, and Trisha shuddered softly as both of her tits were ferociously groped, squeezed and massaged as she struggled to stand up.

"Damn... her tits feel nice... "

"Check out her tight pussy, man... fuck this slut has a hot little body."

Trisha had barely managed to stand, on wobbly legs, when one of them grabbed her, forcing her body against his. She was pinned to him now, her hands clawing helplessly, strong arms wrapped around her little waist, a throbbing erection pressed against her back. At the same time, she was pressed forward, standing only a few feet from a wall, so that she was looking only at bricks, unable to see the two boys behind her.

Trisha closed her eyes as she heard them laughing behind her. She couldn't see what was going on. In truth, she had had sex rougher than this before, so she shouldn't be scared... right? But they're about to take me against my will... I know I should be terrified...but... For some reason, Trisha's mind was blank. She didn't know if she was scared or not scared... she didn't seem to feel either.

Someone had just grabbed her cheerleading miniskirt and wrenched it up to her waist, revealing her firm butt. A second later, a pair of hands was on her hips, and she could tell, as she was roughly shoved to and fro, that someone was positioning themselves behind her, ready to pound into her twat.

"Hey!" That was Rob's voice. "Why do you get to go first?"

Trisha's entire body stiffened, her legs twitching and her face tightening as she felt something thick and hard press up against her pussy lips.

"Ohh... it's cool man... you'll get your turn... .fuck, she's so tight... " Jake was easing into her now, the head of his cock gently parting the cheerleader's pussy lips open to stab inside. Trisha wasn't wet, but his dick was slick and soaked with her slobber, and she could feel her twat stretching to accommodate him as he slowly slid inside of her. He was groaning as he did it, relishing every inch of her tight cunt as it clasped down on his cock.

"Damnett... fine." Rob was clearly annoyed. A few seconds later, Trisha felt him slide in front of her, leaning against the wall. As she looked up at him, he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Even as Jake kept his arms wrapped around her waist, forcing her to stand, Rob pushed her head down hard, towards his rock-hard meat. The petite cheerleader yelped in surprise as she tipped forward, losing her balance, and she was forced to grab onto Rob's hips to keep from falling on her face. Her vision blurred and then steadied, and she saw the tip of his dick, hovering inches from her face. "Suck it, you slut."

Trisha opened her mouth and obeyed without a word, letting him sink his shaft once more into her tired mouth. She felt him stretching open and stabbing against her tongue, just as Jake was slowly impaling her pussy, plunging deep inside, her soft cunt yielding to his powerful thrusts. The two boys were both groaning as they fucked Trisha from both ends, pumping her soft lips and her tight twat.

Trisha closed her eyes, helpless to their fucking, feeling her body violated and subjected by their lust. Just get through it, she told herself, trying her best to ignore the slobbery smacks from her lips and the soft slaps of Jake's hips colliding with her ass as he plowed into her. The full length of his dick was plunging into her, hot and throbbing. Find a way to get through it.

With her thong around her knees and her miniskirt scrunched uselessly around her waist, the petite cheerleader was now sandwiched between the two boys, forced to stand by Jake, her legs pressed against his and her hips held steady as he pumped into her. Rob's hand in her hair was making her bend over at the waist, and she kept her grip on his hips to keep from sprawling forward. Just... think of something else. Pretend you're not here... you're not with them... Jake was much taller than her, and as he yanked her ass up to meet his dick, Trisha felt her legs rise and her heels leave the ground. He was forcing her to stand on her tip-toes to meet the level of his throbbing cock.

Yes... pretend they're not raping me. Pretend this is just a great hook-up. She concentrated on the thought, trying to close her mind off from the scene by imagining another one. These are just two guys, banging me like I want, giving me exactly what I need. Like two football players... Brad and his friend Dan, fucking me in the boys' locker room... dirty and nasty, just the way I like it. Her petite body was being rocked back and forth by the boys, their cocks pounding her body, pumping her lips and her cunt. Brad and Dan are going to shoot their cum all over me, that hot, delicious cum... that's exactly what I want... just like a slut... a dirty slut... 

And then, something shocking, something completely unexpected happened. As Jake plunged extra hard, pounding balls-deep into her little pussy, Trisha suddenly felt a stab of lustful pleasure slip through her hips and her legs. The cheerleader's eyes flew open in shock, even as her lips were stretched and stuffed full by Rob's meat. Then, another hard thrust by Jake, and another twinge of pleasure flushed through her as she stumbled a half-step forward to keep her balance.

What?? Apparently, trying to imagine another scene had worked better than she expected. Her body was reacting... I... I can't believe I'm enjoying this... 

"Ohhhh fuck... " Jake was groaning as he pounded into her, his hips slamming against hers, his balls slapping as they jammed against her pussy lips. "She's so fucking tight... " His strokes were impacting through Trisha's entire little body, her long hair flailing around her face and her tits flopping as she was forced to plunge up and down Rob's meat. Jake's hands, tight on her ass, were still yanking her dainty body against his, fiercely pulling her up as he drove into her. Rob's hand was tight on her head, keeping her bent over.

No! A voice rang through her head. I can't possibly enjoy this... I can't let them think they're giving me pleasure... not after what they did to Mandy! Never! She closed her eyes again and steeled herself, willing her body not to enjoy it, not to respond to the vicious pounding of Jake's cock. And it was vicious, so deep and so hard, pumping his entire length into her tight twat, drilling her petite body, roughly holding her, tugging her so hard that he was practically lifting her off the ground, raising her on her tip-toes as he took her... ohhh... God... no, I can't!

But the pleasure was growing inside of her, spreading inside the cheerleader's body, flooding her pussy and flushing her skin. Trisha kept her eyes closed, fighting her body's lust, refusing to give in. I can't give them that satisfaction! I can't! It was so good, though, that rock-hard cock pistoning into her, filling every inch. No... I can't... I can't... 

"Yeah, you slut!" Rob grinned as he stared down at the petite cheerleader, her body rocked back and forth as both boys plowed into her, her gorgeous, slender frame on display, her slender legs taught and straining as she stood on her toes, her back sharply arched as she bent over for him, her tits and her long brown hair swinging back and forth in rhythm as they pumped into her. Jake's groans were loud and breathless, and his hands tightened on Trisha's ass as he thrust, his strokes long and steady now, piercing deep into Trisha's twat, burying his entire cock in her canal.

The cheerleader's body was rigid with effort now, as she desperately fought the pleasure that was creeping up, threatening at any moment to overwhelm her. The voice was screaming in her head – No! No, I can't! – but each second, the cheerleader realized that it was growing dimmer, being overtaken by the lust filling her body. And just then, Jake thrust extra hard, his hips colliding with Trisha's ass with a loud SLAP, and the cheerleader reeled forward with the force of it, feeling every inch of his shaft, hard and throbbing in her pussy.

"Ohhhh... " The cheerleader couldn't help it. A muffled moan escaped her lips even as she plunged down on Rob's cock. Fortunately, Jake was speaking over her, and they didn't hear her. Thank God!

"Shit... she's so tight... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum soon, man!"

"Don't cum inside her! I wanna fuck that twat too!"

Jake grabbed Trisha by the hips, forcing her ass to jam against his dick, engulfing his shaft with each pump, slamming into Trisha with all his might. It's like he's filling up my body with his cock... every inch of my little, violated body... Trisha suddenly realized that she was pressing and straining her little body against Jake's of her own accord, voluntarily standing on her tip-toes to offer herself to his assaults, gently straining and thrusting with her legs to rock into his meat. She couldn't help it; her body was crying out for more, and it was silently, reluctantly encouraging Jake as he slammed into her.

Nooo!!! One last cry echoed in Trisha's mind as Jake's ferocious fucking kicked Trisha's lust into another drive, and it overwhelmed her body. The cheerleader tried to hide it as best as she could, but she was whimpering softly against Rob's dick, her body slowly rocking along with Jake's grip. His dick was just so good, roughly pounding her twat, forcing her body against him.

"Ahhh... fuck!!!" Jake's strength was amazing, his thrusts so deep and hard that Trisha felt like he was lifting her off the ground, jamming her little body back and forth on his throbbing meat. Yes... oh God yes... She squealed gently as he pumped her, unable to stay silent but trying her best to be as quiet as she could.

Just then, Jake let go of her and quickly pulled his dick out of her pussy. Trisha heard scuffling behind her, and a moment later Jake had pushed Rob out of the way, his swelling, throbbing dick hanging in front of her face. Surprised, she tumbled forward, grabbing onto Jake for support. She was still bent over at the waist, her back sharply arched, still straining on her tip-toes as she stumbled. The frat boy was too preoccupied to notice, but as Trisha looked up at him, her eyes were pleading, against her will, begging silently for more. The cheerleader's pussy was still tingling with his harsh fucking, and her body wanted more of the same, still unsatisfied, aching for a hard pounding.

"No... " she protested, in a small, whimpering voice. Rob laughed as he looked down at her; he thought she was trying to say no to Jake cumming in her mouth. But Trisha was really protesting her empty pussy – she was saying no to Jake withdrawing from her, to the fact that she wanted his cock back deep inside her canal. Oh God... I can't help it... more... more!

"Urgh!" Jake shoved his dick deep into Trisha's mouth, prompting a loud gurgle from the petite cheerleader as she clung to the frat boy's legs for balance. For the fourth time that evening, Trisha accepted a load of cum, feeling the salty goo spurt across her tongue, filling her mouth with that distinctive taste. He kept thrusting into her mouth as he came, his cock spasming against her lips as he spurted into her. When he was finished, he pulled back out and looked down at Trisha, admiring the naked cheerleader as she stood in the alleyway, bent over and holding onto his legs, gulping down his seed for the second time.

"That's good little slut," he sneered.

"My turn!" Rob was already behind her, his cock positioned, and he grabbed hold of her ass and forced her down. Trisha's knees buckled and she gasped in shock as Rob shoved her to the ground, one hand on her back, driving her face and her shoulders into the hard pavement. She was on her knees now, her hands clawing helplessly at the pavement, her ass raised and vulnerable. Rob quickly lowered himself to his knees as well, stroking his drool-coated cock as he began to ease into the cheerleader. Trisha kept her lips tightly shut, fighting with all her strength to bottle up the yelp of pleasure as her body flushed with lust, feeling Rob's cock plow deep into her swollen cunt, giving her aching canal exactly what it wanted. Oh God, yes... he's even rougher than Jake... 

"Ohhh... fuck yeah!" Rob groaned as Trisha's twat wrapped around his meat, soft and wet on his shaft as he buried himself inside of her. The cheerleader lowered her head to the pavement, hiding her face as she tried to conceal her soft moans of pleasure. It's so good... God... oh... 

"Yeah, you slut!" Jake yanked her head back up, and she saw his face, tired but satisfied, grinning down at her as Rob rocked her little body against his. "How's that cock feel, you little bitch? Does it feel good?" He was taunting her.

"No... " Trisha whimpered, knowing that it was the right answer, trying to make it the right answer, but her body just wouldn't listen. Her flesh was tingling with pleasure, her little legs quivering as Rob plowed hard and deep into her, his hips colliding painfully with Trisha's as he forced himself into her twat. His hands were tight and firm on Trisha's waist, and he was jamming her body backwards, forcing the petite cheerleader's entire body to engulf his meat.

Jake laughed. "How's that feel, you slut? Like it? Are you still glad you asked us both to fuck you?"

Trisha shook her head. "N-no... I... I... " It was all she could come up with. She was working so hard to conceal her moans, fighting so hard against the pleasure that was coursing through her body. Rob's dick was thick and hard in her twat, filling her up, sending wave after wave of carnal lust through the cheerleader's trembling body. He was so strong, his hands wrapped around Trisha's tiny waist, his hips powering into her like a machine.

"Oh... oh... oh... " Trisha's whimpers were barely audible, and she wrenched her head away so Jake couldn't see as she struggled against the pleasure. Maybe... maybe he'll think I'm moaning in pain... But there was no pain; only carnal pleasure, building up, bubbling through her, taking over her entire body so that each time Rob plunged into her twat, the sensation radiated across every inch of her flesh and sent spasms of joy into every limb. He was grunting and groaning as he worked her cunt, and each thrust was reeling through Trisha, sending the cheerleader's little body forward, driving her into the ground before he yanked her back up against him. Hard and fast and deep... just the way Trisha liked it... no... no... 

Jake laughed again and kept taunting her. "Take it, you whore! Take it!"

A fierce shudder ran through Trisha's body as the pleasure kept rising, and her hands gripped at the pebbly pavement in her effort to contain herself. Oh no... oh no! Rob's fucking was so incredible, so rough and powerful, and it was sending Trisha up a wild peak of pleasure, each thrust pushing her farther and higher, and she was close to the top now... so close. No... he can't make me cum... he can't! Trisha knew from experience that her orgasms were uncontainable – her loud, earsplitting screams, her uncontrollable writhing and thrashing. If she climaxed, there was no way she could hide it. No way, she thought, but even as she did, she felt his meat pumping into her, punishing her, each thrust sending her body forward and her tits flailing, spilling her hair onto the street and her legs twitching and wobbling with lust.

"Fuck... she's so tight... " He was gasping and heaving, and his hips were blurry fast, thrusting him balls-deep into Trisha's little body. Even as each pound was drilling Trisha's desperate body into the asphalt, it was also pushing her up over the peak, tipping her further and further, and she teetered on the edge for what felt like an eternity. She fought with all her strength, panting with the effort, clawing and quaking, every muscle tensed. But there was no ignoring that cock drilling her, plowing into her, filling her body just the way she liked it, the way she wanted to be filled forever... 

No! No! NO!!!

Trisha's quivering body gave in. She felt her orgasm building in her pussy, convulsing and spasming on Rob's cock, and then the waves rushed through her body, setting every inch of her on fire with lust, conquering what little resistance the cheerleader had left and tossing it aside. Trisha lowered her head and her entire body quaked with the effort of containing it, but before she even tried, she knew she couldn't do it.

"Ohhhh GOD!!!" The scream of pleasure burst free of her lungs, and it broke the dam inside of her, sending the wave flushing through her, each jolt from her pussy sending her petite body into a whirl of squirming and spasming on the pavement, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open and rigid in an expression of pure joy.

"OH MY GOD!" The cheerleader screamed again, unable to contain it, and it echoed through the alleyway as her body trembled within her climax, jolting and shuddering back and forth, the pleasure overpowering her unwilling body.

A third time, she screamed, completely out of control now. "OH FUCK YES!!" She was still squirming and twisting in her climax, even as she silently cursed at herself for doing it, unable to stop the surges of carnal pleasure from wracking her little body. At last, her reluctant orgasm died down, and Trisha was able to relax. Even as her arms and legs tingled with joy, she clamped her lips shut, ashamed and mortified. It was several seconds before she could will herself to look up at the two boys.

Jake was staring down at her in shock. Trisha closed her eyes in shame. No... I can't believe it... how could they make me cum?? How could I let them do that?

"Holy shit!" Jake shouted, at last. "Are you seeing this, Rob? Are you seeing this slut?? She just fucking came!!!"

"I... I know... " Rob wheezed out from behind Trisha. "Fuck... oh man... me too... "

Trisha's body was still shuddering as she recovered from her orgasm, but she felt the heat in her twat as Rob came, his thick shaft throbbing and pulsating deep inside of her, filling her soaked cunt with jism. She could feel every spurt bursting through his cock, tight and hard inside her pussy, rumbling through her. 

His cum was flooding her, and with each gush of his seed, she felt like it was washing through her body, corrupting her, flooding her with the white hot liquid of her shame. I can't believe it... Her body sagged against Rob's as he shuddered in his climax, unloading in her teenage pussy, and the cheerleader lowered her head once more in disgrace. They tried to rape Mandy... poor Mandy... and now I let them give me an orgasm! I can't believe I gave them that satisfaction... I can't believe my body betrayed me like that... 

"Fuck... holy shit Rob! You made that slut cum!"

"Huh? Oh... hell yeah bro! Fuck yeah I did... " Rob was gasping for breath, recovering from unloading his seed in Trisha's twat, his dick still buried inside of her.

Trisha's mind returned to reality as she heard them laughing above her. She was still on her hands and knees, the hard pavement grinding into her soft skin, her petite, stripped body in between them. A second later, she felt Rob's hands lift from her dainty waist, and heard the sound of the two frat boys high-fiving over her. This is it... she realized. Go, Trisha! Now!

Quick as a cat and without a word, Trisha rolled to her side, slipping out from between the boys, and jumped to her feet. She heard them yelling behind her as she started to run, but almost immediately, she stumbled. She had forgotten that they had only yanked her thong down to her knees, and now it was tangled on her legs. Jumping and skipping, she wrenched it down her ankles and kicked it off, not looking back, refusing to see if they were following, sprinting into the darkness.

Each second, her heart burned with fear that she would feel one of their hands on her shoulder, dragging her back. But it never came. Half a block later, she chanced a glimpse over a shoulder, and saw them a dozen yards away, yelling and running after her but clearly without a chance of catching up. The cheerleader kept running, naked except for her miniskirt, flopping around her waist, her tennis shoes scuffling on the pavement, her tits bounding and dancing in the cool night air as she fled.

Even after several blocks, she was still running, panting and gasping as she went, her mind whirling with fear and dread at the thought of being caught again. But the worst part was what she was really afraid of. It wasn't the physical part of being raped. It was the way her body had betrayed her; the way she had quivered and quaked in her effort to stop herself from cumming, but in the end had lost. Her two captors – Mandy's captors – had made her cum, and she had been helpless against them. I fought it so hard... but my body just wouldn't listen. What's going on? Why did that happen?? The last few months had felt like breaking free of a cage; they had been nothing but wild, sexual bliss for Trisha. But for the first time in a long while, she felt uneasy.


Ch 11

***All characters are over 18***

"Okay, Mandy. I'll talk to you later. No, don't worry about it. Okay, bye." Trisha hung up the phone, and sighed. It had been only a few days since she had found Mandy in the alleyway after cheerleading practice, after she had rescued her from her kidnappers by offering herself instead. Mandy had called her the next day only to thank her, but Trisha quickly realized in the days that followed that it was more than that; she was the only person that Mandy could talk to about it. The cheerleader shook her head as she stood by the window, thinking. Poor Mandy…she's so innocent…

Trisha wanted someone to talk to as well, but for her it wasn't Mandy. The cheerleader flipped her cell phone back open, went to her recently dialed numbers, and called Britney. Just like the last several times, the phone rang several times, then went to the head cheerleader's voicemail. Frustrated, Trisha hung up. She couldn't stop thinking about the scene…trading herself for her virgin friend, thinking that she could handle it better than Mandy could. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst was that they had made her cum…even when she was trying so hard to resist, even when her entire petite body was quivering with the effort, the orgasm had burst through her. She had never felt so ashamed. How could I let myself cum to the same guys who were trying to do that to Mandy?

Trisha picked up her cell phone again, but didn't bother dialing. Britney wasn't there two minutes ago…why would she be there now? But I need to talk to her now…more than ever. For the past few months, Trisha had believed in Britney's words, that the lust that always overtook her body was simply just a part of her – that she shouldn't be ashamed how insatiable she was. She was just a slut, like Britney, and it was a part of her to be enjoyed rather than bottled up, to be embraced rather than avoided. But now, she wasn't so sure. Britney's always so carefree about this…what's her secret? How does she find a way to not worry about any of this?

Trisha sighed, and dialed the head cheerleader once more. Britney would have an answer for her…she always did. Now she just had to find her. She got Britney's voicemail again and took a deep breath, trying to sound casual. "Hey Brit, it's Trisha again. Just wanted to talk to you. Call me!"

Finally, the cheerleader flopped onto her bed, her long brown hair spilling across the blanket. I'm so sick of thinking about all of this…I just have to wait for Britney to call back. Just wait for her advice, and forget about it until then. Distract yourself, Trisha. She sat up on the bed, and shook her head. There's no way I can think about anything else here…I have to get out of the house! But where can I go? Trisha glanced out the window as she thought, staring at the brilliant sunshine outside, when the thought hit her. The beach! Immediately, the cheerleader's face broke into a smile, as she imagined the soothing waves around her feet, the hot sun on her body as she snoozed in the sand. Perfect!

***

Less than an hour later, the cheerleader was getting out of her car, the sounds of crashing waves and people shouting already clear in her ears. It had taken a full ten minutes to convince her mother that it was okay for her to go out, that what she really needed was to get out of the house instead of stay cooped up in it. As soon as she stepped out of the car, she knew it was the right decisions. She stretched her petite body in the sunlight, scrunching her toes in her flip-flops. Her plump, 32C breasts bulged out of her cotton sundress, thin and nearly sheer in the sunlight. The sea wind pressed the fabric against her, outlining her slender, dainty frame and her perky chest. The hem of the dress was fluttering around her knees, the shape of her smooth thighs visible through the cotton. Trisha smiled as the cool breeze washed over her, and headed towards the beach.

Barely seconds after her feet touched the sand, the cheerleader reached down and peeled the dress off her body, revealing the light blue string bikini beneath. The cups of the triangle top were just wide enough to cover Trisha's tits, two perky mounds spilling out of the thin fabric, bouncing slightly as she walked in the sand, straining against the flimsy suit. The top connected around her neck and her back, two thin strings tied in single bows, dangling down and tickling the small of Trisha's bare, slender back. The petite cheerleader's chest was accentuated by her slim waist, curving in and then back out into a pair of round hips and a firm ass. They were covered only by Trisha's bikini bottom, two triangles of thin cloth, barely six inches wide and stretching only to the middle of her hips, connected by another flimsy string tied in a bow. Trisha could feel the ties swaying against her thighs as she headed towards the water.

"Hey. Didn't you read the sign? You can't go in the water without adult supervision."

Trisha stopped and turned to look, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. The voice had come from the lifeguard's station, standing near the edge of the beach. A tall, shirtless guy was leaning against the railing, his chest firm and muscular, a gorgeous dark tan; looking like an ideal lifeguard. He had short, curly blonde hair and was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Huh?" The cheerleader gave him a confused look.

"I'm just kidding around. But seriously, how old are you? Seventeen?"

Trisha stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm eighteen, thank you very much. And I'll be nineteen in a few months."

"Yeah?" The lifeguard hopped easily over the railing, landing in the soft sand as he walked to her. "You're coming to the beach all by yourself? Shouldn't you be at home doing homework or something?"

Trisha shrugged. "I didn't feel like it."

"Good." The lifeguard nodded. "School isn't worth it. Teachers are just there to punish you."

Trisha giggled. Yep…in more ways than one. "I think so, too."

"I'm Dan." The lifeguard extended a hand, and Trisha shook it. His hands were huge…probably twice the size of hers. The cheerleader smiled up at him. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, but he was looking down at her with a grin, and she wondered if he was checking her out. For some reason, her body thrilled at the thought of it, filling her with a strange excitement. I really hope he is…I hope he likes what he sees…

"Trisha."

"Have fun on the beach, Trisha. Come back if you need someone to supervise you."

Trisha laughed again. "Thanks. You still think I need it, huh?"

The lifeguard shrugged. "You might."

The cheerleader flashed him a sweet smile. "Only if I do something naughty. And I don't plan on doing anything naughty today. At least, not yet." She turned and kept walking towards the beach, the ties of her string bikini swinging in rhythm with her hips, and she grinned. Well…if he wasn't checking me out before, he definitely is now!

***

She found an empty patch of sand and spread her towel out across it, pulling out her magazine. Then she lay face down, stretching her little body across the sand, pulling out her sunglasses. Her perky tits were now pressed against the sand, her round ass curvy against the rest of her slender frame and legs. As soon as she was settled, Trisha reached behind her, fingering the bows around her neck and chest. Two light pulls, and her bikini top came undone, and the cheerleader swept the strings off her back to prevent tan lines. She opened the magazine and started to read, but barely a few minutes later, a Frisbee sailed across the sand, landing only a few inches in front of her.

"Sorry about that, I'll just…oh. Hey, Trisha."

The cheerleader looked up. It was Brad, the varsity quarterback.

"Hiya, Brad." Trisha rolled halfway over to face him, raising herself on her elbow, holding one hand to her chest to keep the untied bikini top across her tits. Even so, she could feel the fabric of her top falling against her arm, revealing an even more generous view of her perky chest, plumped and bulging against her lone, little hand,. The loose strings dangled across her slim, bare waist. She barely suppressed a giggle as the quarterback's eyes immediately swept over her petite body, taking in the sight of her frame, clad in only a few inches of fabric and a handful of strings. The cheerleader still remembered how much she had enjoyed blowing him in the boys' locker room, the taste of his cum on her lips…and it was clear from the way he was staring at her that he hadn't forgotten either.

"Um…funny seeing you here. How are you?" Brad bent down to pick up the Frisbee. This time, Trisha couldn't hold in her giggle as she watched his gaze stay fixed on her, his head steady as the rest of his body bent forward. Brad ran a hand through his hair, looking nervous. "You know, uh…we need another Frisbee player. You want to play?"

"Really?" Trisha tuned all the way over, lying flat on her back. She removed her hand, using it to shield her eyes instead. Now her untied bikini top was resting on top of her tits, completely unsecured, ready to fly away in a single strong breeze. Brad's eyes were fixed on her slender body, and Trisha watched as he attempted to subtly adjust his swimsuit. It didn't work; she could see the bulge of his erection, slowly growing as he took in the sight of the petite cheerleader.

"Brad? Brad, what are you doing?" A blonde-haired girl came walking up behind the quarterback. It was Amanda, another member of the cheerleading squad. "Oh…hi, Trisha."

"Hey, Amanda," Trisha said, smiling. Amanda glanced at Brad, still staring at Trisha's barely-covered tits, then offered a half-smile at Trisha before very purposefully sliding an arm around Brad's.

"Let's get back, okay, honey?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. See you, Trisha." Brad was now actively adjusting his swimsuit, but from her vantage point, Trisha could see that he had a full hard-on. She grinned and waved as they walked away. He's probably imagining my lips wrapped around his cock, pushing his shaft down my throat, halfway to my stomach…imagining me swallowing his cum once more. Too bad he's going out with Amanda. Unless she wants to join in…

The cheerleader shuddered then, and she felt a familiar, eager sensation in her pussy. Her lips parted slightly, as if Brad's meat was there right then for her to gulp down, and she felt a heat in her body, rising slightly. Just the thought of Brad's cock in her mouth was turning her on, and she was ready to jump up and follow them, to take up Brad's offer to join their game just for a chance to seduce him. But then, suddenly, she realized what she was thinking. I can't do that! Amanda's a fellow cheerleader! She shook her head. This is exactly what I was worrying about…my body just gets carried away! She couldn't deny it…her pussy was tingling with the thought of sucking the quarterback's dick. I'm…I'm just oversexed. That must be it. Ugh…why is this happening??

Frustrated, the cheerleader hastily retied her bikini top, pulled off her sunglasses, then grabbed her towel and her magazine, and began walking once more. She didn't know what she was doing or where she was going; she was just annoyed, so she headed towards the parking lot.

"Leaving already?" It was Dan again, leaning against the lifeguard's station, smiling at her.

Trisha nodded, raising a hand to shade her eyes as she stared at him. His chest was so hard and chiseled…he looked like he was straight out of a Baywatch episode. "Yeah. I guess so."

"You okay?" Dan was walking towards her, and as soon as he reached her, he rested a hand on her shoulder, bending down to examine her face more closely. "You look kinda troubled."

The cheerleader was surprised to find that she had to suppress a shudder of pleasure. Trisha's pussy was hot again, her body responding to Dan's touch. Without even thinking, the cheerleader's eyes flicked up and down Dan's body, taking in his impressive physique, his face. She found herself suddenly wondering what his cock looked like, how thick it was. Trisha started as she realized that she had been staring straight at his crotch, and quickly looked away.

"Um…" Distracted, the cheerleader nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You know what helps me when I've got some trouble?" The lifeguard continued. "A nice, long, hot shower. There's some public showers down by the snack stand. I'll show you them, if you want." He took a step closer then, so that he was just inches away from her, her tits nearly pressed against his six-pack stomach.

The closeness of his body to hers sent a strange twinge through Trisha's body…a twinge of…something. Excitement? Nervousness? She couldn't tell. It's probably just that I'm kinda turned on…but it feels like something else than that. Was he was inviting her to the public bathroom for more than just a shower? Excitement flickered through her at the thought, and she glanced down at his swimsuit, and thought that she could see a faint bulge there, but he was much better at concealing it than Brad. Can he tell that I'm turned on? Am I that transparent? 

"Um…" Trisha shifted her weight, confused, unsure.

"Come on. It'll help you, I guarantee it." Dan took her hand, and immediately began walking towards the large building near the edge of the parking lot, the cheerleader in tow. He wasn't pulling or dragging her or anything like that, because Trisha was walking along with him. But for some reason, it felt to her like this wasn't exactly her choice either; that Dan had made the decision for the both of them that they were going to the showers, and now the only thing she could do was follow him.

"So…what's going on?" Dan had let go of her hand, and they were now walking side by side on the sand. "Let me guess. Guy trouble?"

Trisha shrugged. "Umm…kind of."

Dan nodded, and laughed; a low, mysterious tone. "Not surprising, with a pretty girl like you. Here we are." Dan stopped in front of the building. It was surprisingly large, and had three entrances; a men's locker room on the left, a women's on the right, and a third in the center.

"That's the lifeguard's locker room," Dan said, noticing that Trisha was staring curiously at it. "Want to see? It's pretty nice."

He started forward, and once again, Trisha followed, with the feeling that she didn't have a choice in the matter. The lifeguard swung open the door, gesturing her in first. Dan was right. The locker room was nice; at least, much nicer than the one the cheerleaders used at school. The floors were clean, and the rows of lockers looked fairly new; no broken locks or door hinges. Piles of clean towels were stacked in shelves on one side, and further behind, Trisha could see two rows of shower stalls, lining both walls. She wandered over towards them, exploring. The sound of spraying water echoed through the bathroom; a couple of the stalls were occupied.

"You're not allowed in here, you know. Better be quiet, or you'll get caught."

Trisha giggled, and nodded, still wandering past the shower stalls.

"Does this count as your naughty thing for the day?"

The cheerleader stopped, and turned around. The word naughty rang through her mind, like a command, summoning her to attention. She took in Dan's body once more; tall and chiseled, shirtless, a dark tan from working out in the sun. He was standing near the edge of the rows of showers, watching her. The cheerleader felt the familiar tinge again in her pussy; that carnal desire that first came with Brad. Dan's not dating any of my fellow cheerleaders… 

"Maybe." She whispered back, and smiled before wandering into one of the open stalls, examining the inside. A moment later, she felt Dan behind her, barely a foot between them. He wasn't touching her, but she could feel the heat of his body, could feel the fact that his cock was only inches away from her butt. When she didn't move away, the lifeguard reached forward, wrapping both arms around the cheerleader's tiny waist, easily encircling her. Trisha said nothing, but she sank back into him, and her hands went to his thighs, gripping lightly, silently urging him closer. I was right… Dan had suggested the trip to the public bathroom for much more than just a shower. He could tell…he could tell that I was turned on…how did he know? It didn't even matter; her pussy was growing wetter by the second.

"I guess it needs to be a little more naughty to count, doesn't it?"

Trisha turned around in his arms, her body against his, her perky tits now pressed against his chest, and she felt his hands sneaking down her slender back, towards the hem of her tiny bikini bottom. "Yep…more than a little." The words came out of her mouth before she had even thought about it; it was her lust talking, instead of her mind.

Dan grinned down at her. "Okay, then. Pick a stall." He gestured with one hand around him. The cheerleader's face burst into a wicked grin as she realized what he wanted to do. She slipped out of his arms, back into the center of the room, examining her choices. The stalls were tiny and cramped, probably barely able to fit two people inside. They weren't divided by solid walls, either, but only the thin dividers that were in most public bathrooms, attached by hinges with cracks in between. Two of the stalls were occupied right now, on the other side of the room, and there was one in between them. A mischievous twinge of excitement ran through the cheerleader, and she quickly walked towards the empty stall in between the two occupied ones.

Dan gave a knowing smile as he followed her. "I figured." The cheerleader grinned at him as she walked in, staring at the cramped, blank walls. Barely an hour ago, Trisha had been stuck in her room, worrying and fretting, wondering out loud why Britney wasn't answering her cell phone. Now, all of that anxiety seemed miles away; the excitement of being in a public shower stall, with a strange, enticing lifeguard like Dan distracted her completely.

She shuddered with anticipation as Dan shut the shower stall's door behind her. A second later, he had pressed her up against it, his tan body hard against her little frame, his fingers on her chin, tipping her mouth upwards to meet his. Trisha could hear the spray and splashing of water in the two occupied stalls on either side of them, and then out of nowhere, one of their neighbors began to sing. Even as she was still kissing the lifeguard, Trisha couldn't help giggling with eagerness. They're going to be right next to us while we fuck! If it weren't for this stall, they could literally reach out and touch us!

That nasty thought, the dirty fun in having sex in a public shower, while two strangers were standing only feet away, it was too much for the cheerleader. She broke the kiss and quickly sank to her knees, feeling the wet, hard tiles on her legs as she reached up for Dan's swimsuit. She flashed him an admiring smile as her fingers teasingly glided over a massive bulge, pressing up against the fabric. But just as she was about to pull them down, Dan stopped her. His hands grabbed hers, holding them still. Trisha looked up at him, her eyes brimming with lust, her face confused.

"Not yet." Dan shook his head, grinning down at her. 

"Huh?" Trisha raised an eyebrow, looking both confused and disappointed. "Why not?"

Dan laughed. "Come on, you have to work for it." He was teasing her, but still, Trisha couldn't help feeling surprised. Usually, by the time she got to this point, the guy was practically begging for her to gulp his dick into her mouth. They were never able to resist Trisha's charm; they were always hypnotized by it, their lust for her petite body controlling their every move. She was usually the one teasing them…not the other way around. And no one's ever stopped me from taking off their pants before! She played along with the lifeguard, giving him one of her best pouts in response, but a strange feeling came over her, completely new. This guy's different. He's so cool-headed…he probably would even be able to resist Britney!

"So…" She said, still on her knees, stroking his erection through his shorts and pouting up at him. "How do I prove myself worthy?"

Dan didn't answer. Instead, he reached down, grabbed the petite cheerleader around the waist, and easily picked her up. She squealed in surprise as he turned around with her in tow. Then, he pushed her up against the wall, directly under the shower head, prompting another loud squeal, and then a giggle. I hope no one heard that!

Still without a word, Dan reached above her and switched on the shower. Trisha gasped as she felt hot water burst across her body, cascading down her slender shoulders and her perky tits, running down her smooth legs. She reached a hand up to wipe the water from her eyes and saw Dan looking down at her, also soaked, the water running down his tan chest in streams. She felt his hands on her body, running across her tits and her back, sliding down her dainty frame. The cheerleader closed her eyes, and stretched against the wall, letting him caress her skin, filling her with an eager lust. Oooh God…what does he want? …Why won't he just let me fuck him?

She got her answer a second later. Dan had sank to his knees in front of her, the shower still streaming down both of them, and his hands were now sliding up and down her thighs, catching the water as it streamed down, so slight that the cheerleader squirmed slightly in his hands. Trisha's eyes popped open as she felt his fingers on the insides of her thighs, slowly running up, inching closer to the soaked, tiny triangle of her bikini bottom. Then he was barely a fingernail's length from her pussy, brushing against the fabric of her suit, teasing her with the faintest of touches. Oh…oh my God… 

A whimper escaped from the cheerleader's lips. "Ohhh…"

Dan chuckled softly, his hands still wrapped around Trisha's trembling thighs, watching the cheerleader, pressed up against the wall, squirming in her lust as the water showered down onto her. His fingers were so achingly close to her twat, and without even thinking, Trisha scooted slightly down on the wall, hoping to press her eager cunt against his hand. Dan smiled and did even better, raising his hands up to cup her soaked pussy through her bikini's fabric, pressing tenderly against her tender flesh. The cheerleader jolted in pleasure as he did it, her petite body shuddering against the wall.

"Yess…yes," she whispered, closing her eyes once more. She could feel his fingers against her twat through the cloth of her suit, pressing into her pussy lips, sending delicious twinges of pleasure through her hips and her squirming legs. Slowly, Dan began to rub his hand up and down against her cunt, kneading into the fabric, massaging her twat through the bikini. As his fingers rubbed up and down, Trisha began to slide up and down too in her eagerness, lost in the feeling of his hand working her pussy. For some reason, Dan's touch had a power over her. The way he had so curtly refused to give her access to his cock…somehow, it made her want it even more, and her body wildly lusted for his.

She felt him standing up, one hand still tight on her pussy, massaging it up and down, making her quiver with pleasure as she pressed herself against the wall. Her eyes still closed, she felt him towering over her, his head next to hers, watching as she whimpered and rocked against his fingers.

She heard Dan, only inches from her ear. "Tell me what you want next." At that moment, the lifeguard's hand pressed extra hard against her twat, burying in the fabric, with so much force that Trisha's hips were jammed against the wall. The cheerleader's entire body jolted in response, and she let out an uncontrolled moan. Oh…oh God…I have to be quiet or the other people will hear! Her lust was flooding through her body, overwhelming her.

"Your cock…" she whimpered, letting her pleasure overtake her. "I want it..oh God…I want you inside me …"

"Not yet." Dan said again, in the same low, commanding tone.

"Yes…please…I want your cock…please…" Trisha was rocking against his hand now, back and forth, her hips gently pumping her soaked twat into his fingers. God…why won't he let me fuck him??

Dan's voice was firm as he spoke only one word. "No."

Trisha shuddered with frustration, still whimpering, trying as hard as she could to keep her neighbors in the next stalls from hearing her. She could hear the water splashing on them, their feet scuffing the tiles, barely an arm's length away and separated only by the stall's thin wall. Out of her mind with lust, the thought of it thrilled her; the chance to get fucked in a cramped public shower stall, in between two other occupied ones; the excitement of keeping quiet for as long as possible, even as Dan's fingers slid across the fabric of her suit, grinding into her pussy with delicious, tender strokes.

Even as she pressed her little body against the wall, squirming against his hand on her twat, she reached out for his hips, hoping to find his cock, to defy his refusal and have her way with his meat. But at that moment, he slid back down, back on his knees, his fingers still firm against the soaked crotch of her bikini bottom. At that second, Trisha couldn't think of anything she hated more than that bikini bottom; she wanted to rip it off her body, the way it was preventing Dan's fingers from sinking deeper into her swollen, dripping twat. Her hands went to her gently rocking hips, fingering the tied strings, ready to yank them down her soaked legs. Dan smiled, and instead he did it for her, grasping the flimsy ties on each of Trisha's legs and slowly sliding them down her smooth skin. As he did it, Trisha reached up behind her and felt for the ends of the two bows, around her neck and her chest, that dangled down her back. With a single motion, she pulled, and her triangle top fluttered to the floor, revealing her perky, round tits, the water streaming over the soft mounds and her stiff nipples.

Trisha's eyes were still closed, her head titled up to let the water pour down her face and through her long brown hair, down her slender body. Naked and wild with lust, the petite cheerleader pressed herself against the wall and gently spread her legs for Dan, opening her bare, red pussy for him, desperately, silently begging for his fingers to return once more. Please! Please! Trisha could barely contain herself; something about this lifeguard was driving her body crazy with anticipation, and she shuddered under the hot stream of water as her hips danced slightly forward.

She felt his hands snaking up her bare chest, meeting the water that ran down her slim waist, and then they were on her bare tits, gently squeezing and groping them, the soft palm of his hand grinding against her swollen nipples. Trisha felt his warm breath against her pussy, and then a second later, his mouth was there, wrapping around her desperate twat; his tongue, warm and wet and soft, gliding across her swollen pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhh….." The moan burst out of the petite cheerleader as her entire body jerked and pushed against him. His tongue was unbelievable, pressing against her thrilled cunt, sliding and kneading into the soft folds. The pleasure was so powerful, it was nearly overwhelming her. This…this is incredible…he's so amazing! Another moan escaped her lips, wild and desperate. Trisha's chest was thrust forward for Dan to grope and massage, her slender waist trembling, her butt against the wall and her legs spread for him, her hands pressed on the wall to steady herself as she gently grinded down onto his lips. His tongue was skimming up and down her bulging pussy now, pressing so perfectly into her skin, rubbing against every fold and firing electric jolts of pleasure through her body.

"Ohhh…oh my God…ohhhh my God…" Trisha moaned again and again, feeling only the hot water streaming down her naked, dainty body, Dan's large, strong hands on her tits, kneading into her nipples, his mouth buried in between her quivering thighs. And that tongue, dipping into her twat, gently fucking her, gliding and skating across the dripping, flushed lips of her eager pussy. His lips slid slightly upward, and his tongue reached the nub of her clit, sliding tenderly, tantalizingly over it, and the cheerleader's eyes popped open as she felt him grind gently into it, driving a wave of pleasure coursing through her overwhelmed body. It was all she could do to rest against the wall, gripping it for dear life as the rest of her trembled and rocked against Dan, her hips dancing and rolling as she pressed herself forward.

"Dan…ahh…you're so…oh God…" Trisha could barely form words. The cheerleader's hands went to the back of Dan's head, tangling in his short curly hair, pressing him even deeper between her thighs, whimpering and squirming and rocking as he lapped at her clit and her twat. She was completely lost to her lust; her body was his, in his control, wanting nothing but for him to stay buried between her legs, his mouth wrapped around her twat as she squealed.

Then, without warning, Dan's mouth slid off her twat and he stood up. Still moaning and trembling, Trisha looked up at him in desperation, wanting more. His eyes had changed, and Trisha suddenly saw a fierce, dangerous hunger in him, almost frightening, a lust for her so strong that she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him even if she wanted to. He didn't say anything, only stared down at her, but Trisha already knew what he wanted. Her legs still spread, she smiled eagerly up at him, and in the same instant her hands were at his suit, yanking them to his ankles. His dick popped out, thick and hard and ready, pulsing with lust after watching a petite, teenage cheerleader squirm and whimper . Trisha's eyes were feasting on the sight of it, hypnotized by the thought of it, her pussy still throbbing with lust as her body ached to be filled.

"Dan…" she whimpered.

She didn't have time to say anything else. Faster than Trisha could fathom, Dan had wrapped his hands under and around the backs of her bare thighs, and a second later he had picked the dainty cheerleader up, cradling her in his arms as she leaned back against the wall. She squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist, suspended in the air, helpless in his arms. The lifeguard's erect cock was now just inches below Trisha's hips, her body held up by him, sandwiched and hanging in the air between his body and the wall. Only a few feet to each side of her, two other lifeguards were washing themselves, unaware that of the naked teenager pressed against the wall between them. Trisha turned her head to one side and realized that she could see the blur of one of them moving in the crack between the stall's divider and the wall. Her mind whirled with excitement as she watched the blurred motion. They don't even know! Dan just ate out my pussy and they don't even know!

She was still watching and thinking about it when Dan eased forward, driving his hips upward, and at that moment Trisha let out a wild squeal as all thoughts disappeared from her mind. Dan's massive shaft sank into Trisha's soaked pussy, easing into her as he gently lowered her hips, in his arms, to meet his own. The cheerleader's tight, eager twat engulfed his cock like a soft sheath, wrapping around it as he gently bucked forward into her.

"YES!" Trisha's entire body met Dan's, hugging his waist tighter with her slender legs, pressing against the wall, raising herself in his arms as she felt his shaft push deep inside of her. The cheerleader's cry of pleasure was too loud, but it was unbidden and uncontrolled, and she repeated it again as Dan began to thrust in and out of her swollen cunt.

"YES! Ohhh…God…YES!" Pinned against the wall, suspended in the air, Trisha began to rock herself against the lifeguard's hips, thrusting her ass down and into his cock, and the motion buried the full length of Dan's dick deep into her soaking twat. Dan groaned out loud, for the first time, as he felt the cheerleader's canal wrap tightly around the base of his meat, and Trisha responded with a moan of her own, loud and desperate. That sound from Dan was music to her ears, hearing him enjoying her body, approving of her tight twat, feeling his cock plunge deep into her cunt.

"YES!!!" Trisha wrapped her arms around his neck and began to buck herself against him, her hips rolling and bouncing in his arms, plowing herself down on his cock, feeling it slide in and out of her. Dan was hoisting her petite body up and down with his arms, panting with effort, thrusting at the same time, so that the entire weight of Trisha's body plunged down onto his meat just as he was stabbing into her. The cheerleader's wails were too loud, and both of them knew it; the people in the other stalls had to have heard. But Trisha was too lost in the feeling of Dan's pumping cock to even remember them.

"YES! OHHH YES!!" The cheerleader's hair was soaked with water and plastered against her shoulders and her face as she bounced on Dan's rod. Her legs and her arms were wrapped around him, her body pressed against the wall, his hands tight on her ass cheeks as he pumped her up and down on his shaft. Dan was sweaty and panting, his throbbing rod plunging into her, the full weight of Trisha's body bucking, rocking, bouncing in his arms and thrusting down to engulf his shaft even more. His balls slapped against the cheerleader's twat with each pound. 

Sandwiched in between the wall and his grinding body, with hot shower water pouring down them both, Trisha pressed her cheek against the cool tiles. As she squealed and shouted, she opened her eyes and saw, to her shock, another eye in the crack between the stall and the wall. It was the person in the next stall! He had finally heard her, and now he was peeking through, watching them.

Oh my God! Trisha's body was ramming down on Dan's thick rod, her tits jiggling up and down, her twat filled and stretched by his girth, radiating with lust and pleasure. Now, she realized that she was staring straight at a complete stranger, watching her fuck. He had to know that she had seen him, but he was still there, saying nothing, peering through the crack. Ohhh…I must look like such a nasty slut! Trisha imagined what the stranger was seeing; a naked teenage girl, barely five feet tall, petite and innocent-looking, pushed up against the wall and dangling in the air, her legs and arms wrapped around Dan as he jammed and pumped his meat deep into her swollen pussy. The hot shower water sprayed down on them as they bucked, splashing onto the tile floor next to the cheerleader's discarded bikini. And even though she knew someone was watching, she was still rolling and thrusting herself against Dan's cock, still shouting and moaning in pleasure as she felt his cock stuff her full. Trisha turned her head to peer through the crack of the opposite wall. Sure enough, there was another pair of eyes; the other lifeguard had heard too, and was peeping, trying to watch. They both know I can see them…they know that I'm still letting Dan plow into me even though they're watching…and they're still watching too, even though they saw me catch them!

"Ohhh…YES!" For some reason, the thought drove Trisha wild with lust. The cheerleader was pressed up against the wall of a public bathroom, her little body helpless in Dan's arms, rocking up and down with the force of his shaft pumping into her twat. And she was surrounded on both sides by two secret watchers, staring at her petite frame as it was pounded and violated by the lifeguard's meat. They were naked too, Trisha realized, and she imagined the moment that they had first heard her whimpers and wails. They must have peeked through the stall because they were confused…and then seen me, pressed up against the wall as Dan plunged into me. The cheerleader imagined their limp dicks growing harder as they suddenly realized they were watching a teenage girl fuck a lifeguard in the stall next to them. Maybe they're even jacking off now...at the sight of me thrusting myself onto Dan's cock. Maybe they're masturbating while they imagine what it would be like to be Dan, plowing into me, stretching me open with that big cock…that big, thick, pumping cock…

"Ohhh…ohhhh…ohhh!!!" Trisha's lust was rising, her body thrashing between the wall and Dan's sweaty body, pumping her cunt on his dick with all her might, the full weight of her petite frame thrown into jamming his meat deep, so deep inside of her. Her dangling body flopped up and down against the wall as she thrust, her twat swollen and full, her body flushing and quivering with pleasure. The cheerleader arched her back and dug her nails into Dan's neck as she let out a wild scream of pleasure.

"YESS!! DAN!!! OH GOD!!!" Trisha's body was a blur against the wall now, out of control, thrashing and flailing as she lost herself to her desire, desperate to pump herself deeper and deeper on Dan's cock, to let him fill her completely, and her lust was so strong that the lifeguard had to brace himself just to hold up the wild, bucking cheerleader. All Trisha could think about was how dirty the scene was, how nasty and naughty… Dan's plowing into me so hard…holding me up and pinning me so he can pound me even harder…and two other strangers are jacking off as they watch me! Three hard cocks, just for me…yess!! Trisha let out another wild scream of lust, as Dan kept plunging into her, so deep and so hard, filling every inch of her twat, giving her exactly what she needed, and in the nastiest way possible. So nasty, so filthy…so slutty!!

"YESSSS!!!" Trisha's toes curled and her legs kicked furiously in the air as a powerful shudder of pleasure ripped through her petite body. The cheerleader grabbed Dan around the neck and lifted herself off the wall, wrapping herself around him, flopping and writhing in the air as her orgasm powered through her. Waves of pleasure sailed through her, sparking in her swollen pussy like electric bolts, then bursting through the rest of her trembling body. The cheerleader was helpless in Dan's arms, her body beyond her control, unable to do anything but cling to him for dear life. She was on fire, her twat hot and tingling, pulsing around Dan's meat, soothed by the hot water streaming down her. Trisha's eyes were wide and her mouth open, her nails deep in Dan's skin; this orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced, and all she could do was tremble against him, writhing and screaming in the throes.

"YES!!! OHHH G-GOD….F-FUCK!!! YESSS!!!"

"URGH!" Dan grunted out loud, and he swayed forward, slamming Trisha's trembling body back against the wall, his arms tight around her ass cheeks, his dick buried in her convulsing cunt and his balls tight against her. Trisha gasped in shock as she felt his dick grow and throb; and then he was spurting his cum in her, spasming through his shaft, flooding into her soaked, thrilled canal, filling her with his seed even as she was still shuddering within her own climax. She could feel every throb and pump, snug and deep inside her twat, and the cheerleader wrapped her legs as tight around his waist as she could, drawing him in even further, taking all of him, letting him unload his sperm deep inside of her. She was still lost in the fiery pleasure of her own orgasm, and her body flushed and quivered with the feeling of accepting his cum.

"Ohhhhhh…" This isn't like anything I've ever felt! It was like he was filling her entire body with his cum, every inch of it, and his spunk was flowing through her along with her climax, riding the waves of pleasure that savaged her, sending fierce, electric jolts that left her both thrilled and exhausted. She sagged against him, unable to even move.

"Wow…" she whispered, into Dan's ear. That was…unbelievable! Dan laughed, deep and loud.

"I think you've proved you're worthy," he whispered back, and slowly bent forward until he was resting the petite cheerleader on the floor, letting her lean against the wall. "Hope we meet again, Trisha." He picked up his swimsuit and pulled them on. Then, he reached up above the exhausted cheerleader, and switched off the shower. Without another word, he unlocked the stall door and walked out, leaving the panting girl sitting by herself against the wall.

Trisha relaxed against the wall in her exhaustion, still recovering from her orgasm. The crack of her swollen pussy was wet and hot…Dan's cum was dribbling out of it. She knew without looking. Usually sex gave the cheerleader more energy, but this time…this time the pleasure was almost too much. Her mind was frazzled; she could barely even think about anything except the incredible feeling of Dan's cock plunging into her; of the sensation of his cum spilling out, filling her with his seed. Her climax had paralyzed her body and turned her brains to mush. Ha ha…I guess he literally fucked my brains out! Trisha giggled softly.

The panting cheerleader sagged against the wall, feeling the hot, wet tiles against her naked ass and back, the water dripping off her thrilled, trembling body. She relaxed there, leaning her head back, recovering from Dan's assault on her twat and her mind-blowing orgasm. But then, she suddenly remembered her neighbors, and turned to see if they were still there. They were, and as Trisha sat against the wall, peering through the crack, she saw a blur of motion right around the level of her eyes. It was flesh colored…it looked like a hand and a hard cock. I was right…they were jacking off to me! Without even thinking, without even considering it in her exhausted, over-sexed brain, the cheerleader raised a hand, visible through the crack, and beckoned each of them over in turn, with one finger. Still panting, still collapsed on the floor, she watched as the eyes widened for a moment, then disappeared.

A moment later, two naked boys appeared in front of the open stall; two scrawny, pimply teenagers, much more inexperienced than Trisha, and probably the same age as her. I didn't know lifeguards could be as young as me… Their cocks were hard, their eyes wide and their mouths left open. The sight was incredible; a petite cheerleader, naked and wet, sprawled across the floor of the public bathroom, her body flushed and exhausted by a wild fuck, her pussy swollen, her face red from the effort. A few minutes ago, they had been peeping through the stalls, watching this cute cheerleader screaming and writhing against the wall, cumming on some stranger's cock; one of the most arousing sights they had even seen. Now, after letting them watch even after she caught them, she had just invited them over to get a full view of her naked, gorgeous body. They both thought they were dreaming.

As soon as they appeared, Trisha's eyes had zoomed their hard dicks, but she wasn't even thinking about them. It was hard to even think about anything. Wow…Dan was amazing. That was the only thought she could muster; the incredible pleasure of her orgasm, of feeling her little body pressed against the wall, scream after scream thrust out of her just as the lifeguard's cum pumped in. Still speechless, the boys kept walking forward, feasting on the sight of the naked cheerleader. Seated on the floor, Trisha was eye-level with their waists, and now their rock-hard cocks were on either side of her, as they stared down, taking in her petite frame, her perky tits and her red, dripping cunt. Again, without even thinking, without saying a word, the cheerleader raised both her hands and wrapped them around each of their cocks. It was instinct, she realized; it was as if Dan's cock had pumped so much lust into her that now all she could think about was sex.

The two boys gasped together as the cheerleader's soft fingers slipped over their shafts, gently rubbing up and down, tender and gentle as she jacked them both off in rhythm. Trisha could see pre-cum already oozing out, their cocks bobbing up and down as each of her hands slid up and down their lengths. The cheerleader straightened slightly as she worked, her back flat against the wall, and watched as both of the boys' eyes immediately flocked to her tits, perky and ample against her slender waist. They were like saucers, admiring the firm, round mounds, as if hypnotized by the sight of the petite girl's chest.

Wow…they look really amazed. I wonder if they've even seen a pair of tits before… Trisha laughed to herself at the thought. Oh…what the hell! They helped me to cum, didn't they? Seeing them watching me was such a turn-on…the least I can do is return the favor.

The cheerleader thrust her chest forward with a wink. "Go ahead," she offered, her first words to them. "They won't bite."

The two boys gasped as they leaned down, their hands running over the cheerleader's perky, soft tits, gently squeezing them, flicking the nipple, gliding over her smooth, wet skin. As they fondled and groped her chest, Trisha knew from the looks on their faces that they wouldn't last long. She tightened her grip on their cocks, soft but firm, and began to slide up and down right around the tip, gliding over the frenulum, watching their rock hard shafts jolt in her fingers.

Barely seconds later, she got her reward. The one on her left came first, a powerful, strong spurt of white jism that shot over her head and splattered through her hair. More cum followed; short, thick ropes that dribbled down Trisha's nose and cheeks, dripping off her face and landing on her slender thighs. The sight of the petite cheerleader being showered in cum was too much for the other one, and he came too, his first stream impacting on Trisha's tits, a long stream that stretched across her chest, dribbling down around her nipples. More of his spunk splattered across her thighs, in white streaks across the cheerleader's body. The two of them gasped and grunted as they shot their cum onto the cheerleader, coating her face, her tits and her legs with the warm liquid. Trisha kept jacking them off, grinning up at them as they sprayed onto her, feeling the spunk throb through their cocks, pulsing out and all over her flushed body. 

Slowly, the two of them caught their breath, cum still dribbling out of their half-hard cocks, running down Trisha's fingers. She wiped them off with her thumb, catching the last few precious drips, then lifted her hands to her mouth and licked the salty jism up, like a thirsty cat, lapping up every bit of their spunk before swallowing both their loads together with loud gulps. Trisha then smiled up at them, her face covered in streams of spunk, her tits and her legs coated, and Dan's still dribbling out of her pussy.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

One of them couldn't even speak, still apparently in shock at the sight of her. The other one barely managed to string a couple words together. "Uh…y-yeah…"

"Good." Trisha laughed at their responses, then reached out her hands. "Help me up, please."

They obeyed, pulling her up, watching the gorgeous cheerleader stand, her slender legs stretching out, her round tits bobbing.

Trisha slowly straightened, her legs wobbling, and bent to pick up her discarded bikini from the floor. Even standing, the petite cheerleader was much shorter than both of them, and she looked up to flash them a smile.

"Thank you. Now, if you boys will excuse me, I have to get dressed." 

The two of them didn't say anything, but only stared. Trisha was still coated in their spunk, a long stream in her hair, more dribbling down her cheeks and her nose and splattered across her dainty, slender body. But she was acting like it was perfectly normal, acting like she wasn't standing in front of them completely naked, like they hadn't just watched her orgasm on Dan's dick. After all that, she was shooing them out of her stall so she could dress privately.

Trisha grinned to herself as they obeyed, listening to them walk away, still silent. The pleasure of Dan's fucking was still ringing through her, and she found that it was impossible to think or feel anything else. Geez…I should still be traumatized or something…I should be freaked out like Mandy is, but…I just can't. She ran a hand across her body, feeling the stickiness of their cum on her fingertips, remembering the feeling of Dan's harsh, firm grip around her thighs as he held her up and pinned her to the wall. I just…can't remember why I was so worried earlier.

The cheerleader bent over to begin re-tying the bikini bottom around her slim hips. All in all…I guess it was a pretty good day!

***

It was late that night, when Trisha's cell phone finally rang. The cheerleader was back in her bedroom, reading for English, barely able to concentrate, still thinking about Dan's cock.

"Hey, Trisha. It's me." It was Britney.

"Oh, hey Britney!" Trisha perked up at the sound of her friend's voice.

"Sorry hun, I lost my cell phone for a bit. My room's a fucking mess. Anyway, you left me a bunch of messages. What's up?"

"Oh…" Trisha paused. The cheerleader considered whether or not she wanted to ask Britney for help. "It's…oh, forget it Britney. It's nothing."

"You sure? You sounded pretty worried."

"Well…I mean, yeah, there was some stuff I wanted to talk to you about." Trisha shrugged. "But I went to the beach today, and had a great time, and now I…well, you know, I feel a lot better."

The head cheerleader's laugh rang through the telephone. "Sounds to me like someone got laid."

Trisha giggled. "Well…"

Britney laughed again. "Wow…he was that good, huh? Give him my number, hun. Unless you want to keep him all to yourself."

"Yeah…I might hog this guy, Brit. He was this lifeguard…just pushed me up against the wall and pounded my brains out…God, it was incredible." Trisha grinned as she thought about it.

But then, there was a long pause in the telephone. That wasn't the reaction I expected from Britney… Trisha sat up, confused. "Britney?"

After a few seconds, the head cheerleader's voice came back. "Yeah. I'm here."

"Um…is something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing. A lifeguard, huh?"

"Yeah…" Trisha still had the feeling that something wasn't right. "Are you sure – "

"Was his name Dan?"

"Yeah!" Trisha said, right away. "It was! Curly blonde hair, pretty tall. Do you know him? Oh God, Brit, he was incredible!"

"Yeah. Yeah, I know him." Britney's voice sounded different somehow, and immediately, Trisha's excitement died away. She was starting to get uneasy. What is going on? Knowing Britney, the head cheerleader probably knew how good Dan was, too.

"Brit...have you fucked him too?"

"Yeah." Britney's voice still sounded different. "A long time ago."

"And…it wasn't good?"

"No, it was. It was really fucking great, like you said. Ah…shit, Trisha, it's complicated."

Uh oh. Now Trisha was definitely uneasy. She had never heard Britney like this before: uncomfortable, unhappy. At that moment, the cheerleader's call waiting beeped, and she glanced at her phone. It was Mandy. Damn.

"Hey Britney…Mandy's calling me. I'm really sorry, but I should probably answer it."

"Okay, no problem. I'll just talk to you at school on Monday."

Trisha chewed her bottom lip, worried now. "Are you sure, Britney? Something's definitely wrong, I can tell."

"No, honestly, hun, nothing's wrong." Britney's voice started to sound a little more like herself. "It's just something in the past, you know. Mandy needs you."

Trisha agreed, but she wasn't convinced. "Um…okay. I guess I'll see you on Monday then."

"Hey Trish?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favor?" The head cheerleader's voice was serious again. "Just…um…stay away from that Dan guy, okay? Please?"

Trisha was lost in thought as she heard Britney hang up the phone. She listened to the silence for a few seconds, taking a moment before answering Mandy's call. What now…?