Good Girl vs. Slut

"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…?