Good Girl vs. Slut

Trisha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, chewing her lip, deep in thought. The petite cheerleader was clad in only a bra and a thong, her perky, 32C-cup breasts snug and bulging in their bra, round and ample in contrast to her thin waist. The red thong hugged her slender hips, tight against the faint bulge of Trisha's pussy, the tiny g-string back disappearing between her generous butt cheeks. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders and down her back, matching perfectly with her brown eyes. One hand was holding up her cell phone to her cheek. The other was holding a light pink dress against her body, examining it in the mirror. "I don't know, Britney...maybe I'll just stay in tonight. I was planning on just doing some homework anyway. And I can't decide what to wear." She turned around and tossed the dress onto her bed, next to several others. "Come on, Trisha! Don't be so boring! It'll be fun. I'll make sure of it. I promise." Trisha sighed. "Yeah, but...I just don't feel like a party tonight." "It's not just 'a party,' Trish. It's my party! Think about how awful it will be, if the one weekend my parents are away, the one time I throw a party, my best friend doesn't even show up! I would be sooo sad!" Trisha laughed. She could almost hear Britney pouting through the telephone. "All right, all right, I'll come. But don't be surprised if I end up holed away in some bedroom." "No problem, hun. In fact, I'll join you." Trisha raised an eyebrow. "You will?" "Yup. It'll be fun. You'll see." There was something strange in Britney's voice, and Trisha knew almost immediately that her friend was planning something. She chose to ignore it though, and wandered over to her closet. "So what should I wear?" "How about your white dress? The strapless one. It's really cute." Trisha shook her head, pawing through her closet. "No...I don't think so. Hey, what about my black dress? "Which one?" Trisha pulled it out from the closet, examining it. "The short one. That I bought with you last week. You found it for me, remember?" "Oh, yeah! Hell yeah, Trish! Feeling extra slutty tonight, huh?" The cheerleader shrugged. "I guess." She walked back over to the mirror. "I have to change bras though." "Well hurry up! Come over soon, okay?" "Okay, I will." Trisha hung up and put her cell phone and the dress down on the bed. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slipping it off her dainty shoulders, and pulled out a strapless one from her dresser. Then she went back to the mirror, staring at her reflection, still thinking. She did feel like staying in tonight, but that wasn't the only reason Trisha was reluctant to go to Britney's party. Ever since she had told her friend about Dan, the lifeguard, and Britney had asked her to not see him again, Trisha had felt that their friendship had changed. She was much too scared to ask the head cheerleader about it again, and Britney definitely didn't bring it up herself. And it wasn't anything Britney had done; if anything, the head cheerleader was the exact same, acting as if they had never talked about it. But for some reason, Trisha felt a bit different. Maybe it's all in my head. I've been so anxious the last couple weeks. Still...it's not like Britney to say something like that. She's always encouraging me to go out and meet other guys, not stay away from them. I wonder what happened between them... Trisha shook her head, feeling her wavy brown hair flopping against her cheeks. Forget it. I just want to have fun tonight. I don't want to think about any of this. She offered a reassuring smile at herself in the mirror, examining the sight of her reflection. A petite cheerleader smiled back at her, barely over five feet, looking dainty and sweet, just as innocent as the next eighteen-year-old girl, with bright brown eyes and a pouty smile. Her bare legs were slender and smooth, freshly shaved, curving into her hips, which tapered into her slim, taut waist. Her bare tits were round and firm, her nipples soft and red in the mirror. Trisha raised her strapless bra to her chest, watching her boobs bulge up against each other, two firm mounds, as she secured them in the cups. She grabbed the dress from her bed and held it up once more in the mirror. Just have fun! *** The petite cheerleader turned off the car and got out, feeling the cool evening breeze sweep across her skin. It was almost May, and it felt like summertime. Trisha smiled at the thought, and absentmindedly she smoothed out her dress. Britney was right, she admitted to herself; the dress was a little slutty. Short and slinky, it was the perfect little black dress for the cheerleader, displaying her petite frame and tight body. Flirty spaghetti straps held up a plunging V-neck, and the shelf of Trisha's perky, 32C boobs peeked out the generous dip in the middle. The fabric was soft and thin and clung to her body, accentuating every part of the cheerleader's slender curves, showing off her ample chest, snug around her narrow waist, hugging it as it gently curved into her flared hips, stopping only a couple inches below her ass and showing off Trisha's slender, bare legs. The cheerleader adjusted the straps of her black stiletto heels, took a deep breath, and walked to Britney's door, the loud click of her heels echoing on the walk as she rang the doorbell. "Heya, Trish! Bout time, you slowpoke!" Trisha' friend Britney, the head cheerleader, looked stunning as always. Her long, curly blonde hair draped down her shoulders and her chest, framing a pair of brilliant blue eyes and a smile that seemed as if it was half-made of mischief. Britney was wearing a silky, dark green blouse that clung to her gorgeous frame; the dipping neckline was more than generous, revealing a good third of her massive, double-D chest, two sloping mounds and the bulging crease in between. Her skirt was black and tight, reaching down to her knees with a long, thin slit up one side, finished off by a pair of knee-high, high-heeled boots. The outfit was perfect for Britney. It showed off the head cheerleader's massive chest and her thin waist at the same time, and the skirt made her long, smooth, slender legs look even more endless. Trisha grinned up at her friend (Britney was several inches taller than her) and stepped inside. "Jesus Christ, hun!" Britney's gaze swept down Trisha's body, admiring the petite girl, looking even more slinky and slim in her little black minidress. "Trying to make the rest of us girls jealous, huh?" Trisha laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're one to talk, Brit! Wow, there's a lot of people here!" "Yeah." Britney threaded her way through the crowd of people in the hallway, Trisha hurrying to follow. "But most of them are just here for the free booze." Trisha laughed as she followed Britney into the kitchen. The petite cheerleader couldn't help noticing that every pair of male eyes locked onto the two of them as they walked, attracted first to the sight of the leggy blonde, her massive tits bobbing, and then lingering on the dainty, cute little brunette following closely behind, wearing a short dress that made every one of their cocks hard just thinking about the body beneath it. There were more people in the kitchen, and a bunch of girls that Trisha recognized from the cheerleading squad. As she entered into the room, they looked up and smiled at her, waving. Trisha smiled and waved back. They must have heard about what I did for Mandy... The petite cheerleader shifted uneasily on her heels as Britney busied herself with drinks. A second later, the head cheerleader handed Trisha a glass of orange liquid. "What is it?" She sniffed it, and took a tiny sip. Britney laughed. "It's a screwdriver, Trish. Vodka and orange juice. It's good, I promise. I'll show you around." The two cheerleaders threaded their way back through the crowd. The sound of people talking and laughing was loud, and beer bottles were everywhere. In another room, music was booming out of a pair of speakers. Trisha followed Britney up the stairs. The head cheerleader was pointing out her own bedroom and the master bedroom when the doorbell rang. "Oops! Scuze me, hun." The head cheerleader hurried out of the room, her heels digging into the stiff carpet. Trisha wandered into the empty master bedroom, pausing in front of the dresser. There was a family picture on top of it, and it looked pretty old. A smiling man and woman were holding hands, and in front of them was a short, adorable little blonde. It was Britney, probably six or seven years ago. Trisha giggled as she stared at her friend. I wonder how long ago she was with Dan... The cheerleader turned around as she heard footsteps behind her. Britney laughed. "Wow, you weren't fucking kidding. You're just gonna spend all night in my parents' room, huh?" "Shut up! I was just looking at your picture." Trisha pointed at the dresser. Britney laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Sure. You know what? Stay here. I'm not expecting too many more people. I'll be right back." Trisha nodded and went back to staring at the picture. I wonder what Britney was like before...was she just like me? A good girl? Or was she always naughty? I should ask her. Barely moments later, the door opened again, and Trisha grinned as Britney reappeared. But then her face turned to surprise: there were two guys walking into the room behind her, both looking tall and in their mid-20s. Trisha didn't know who they were, but from the way some of them were glancing at Britney, she could guess what they were here for. Uh oh... "Boys," Britney said, with a mischevious smile. "May I present Trisha." The petite cheerleader couldn't help blushing as she felt two pairs of eyes hungrily take in the sight of her; barely five feet tall, with the cute face and pouty lips of an innocent eighteen-year-old, in a dress that showed off her perky tits and stopped near the tops of her thighs, and tightly hugged every inch of her dainty, slender body. Trisha nervously stepped forward and shook both of their hands as they grinned down at her. Even though she was in her heels, they all still towered over her, and she could tell from the sweep of their gaze that they must have a great view down her low-cut dress, partially covering her chest, two generous mounds bulging out in her push-up bra. She shifted on her feet as she offered a smile up at them, feeling her slender hips swing as she did it, and the tight fabric of the dress's hem slide across her bare thighs. The taller one was named John, who had dark brown hair; the shorter one was Paul, who had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes the same color as Britney's. Trisha's eyes shifted nervously back and forth between them, before finally settling on her friend. "I was right, wasn't I?" the head cheerleader said, laughing. "She's so fucking cute." "Yeah," John agreed. "She's a sweet little thing." 'Anyway, Trish, I think John and Paul and I are going to have some fun. Why don't you stick around?" Britney tossed her long blonde hair casually as she said it, as if she was simply asking Trisha if she wanted another drink or something to eat. "Um...I..." Trisha was taken by surprise. "You mean you're going to...um..." "Fuck?" Britney laughed out loud, saying the word that Trisha had stopped on. "Yeah, hun, that's pretty much the idea." From the grins on John's and Paul's faces, Trisha could tell that this was a regular occurrence. "Oh..." Trisha shifted uneasily on her heels. "Um...I guess I should go, then..." Another night, she might have wanted to join in, but tonight she wasn't feeling up to it. I only came in the first place cause Britney wanted me to...And I told her that, too! She started to head towards the door, feeling a bit awkward and out of her element. But before she could get there, Britney stopped her. "No way, Trish! Stay with us!" "W...what?" Trisha looked up at her friend, surprised. "What's wrong, Trish?" Britney grinned down at her friend, and her voice lowered to a whisper, just between the two of them. "I thought you wanted to 'relax' tonight..." "That's not what I meant!" Trisha whispered back. "I just...um...have fun, Brit. I'll be downstairs." She tried to open the door a second time. "Okay," the head cheerleader said, nodding, her blonde curls swaying around her gorgeous face. "Fine." Trisha was surprised. he's not going to try to convince me? That's not like Britney... "But can you stay anyway?" "Huh?" The petite cheerleader looked up, confused. That's kind of weird, isn't it? "Well...I'm kind of worried people will come in and interrupt us, you know? Do you mind?" Trisha hesitated for a moment, then nodded. When Britney asked her to join in, she knew it was for wild, dirty sex – the kind that her friend always loved, and the kind that Trisha didn't feel like tonight. But asking her to stick around and watch for other partiers – that was just one cheerleader asking another to look out for her. I might as well...after all, it is her party. "Thanks," Britney said, grinning, and she turned back to face the two men in the middle of the room, waiting. Trisha quietly made her way to the bed, sitting down on the corner and crossing her legs, her feet dangling a couple inches above the floor, trying her best to tug the hem of her snug minidress back down her thighs. "Well, boys," Britney announced, louder this time. "Looks like it'll be just a threesome tonight." "Aww," Paul said, laughing as he turned to Trisha. "What a party pooper!" The petite cheerleader gave a shy smile in response, her eyes dropping to the bedspread. Geez...you don't have to make me feel so guilty! "Nah, it's okay," Britney said, grinning. "I was looking forward to getting a workout anyway." Without another word, she sunk to her knees on the carpet, in the middle of her parents' bedroom, and winked up at both of them. Her tight skirt was now wrapped snugly around her long legs, the heels of her boots sticking up in the air. "Who's first?" "John won the coin toss," Paul said, looking glum. Britney and John both laughed as he walked over to the bed too, joining Trisha. The head cheerleader was now on her hands and knees, her skirt tight around her ass, her massive tits bulging precariously out of her blouse, the V-neck drooping below her gorgeous body and barely covering her boobs. Trisha watched in amazement as the head cheerleader happily parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, without a single word or introduction, her bright blue eyes coaxing John's cock inside her wet mouth. He wasted no time accepting the invitation, quickly stepping forward and jutting his hips forward, plunging his length halfway into her lips. Britney accepted him with no trouble, wrapping her mouth around his shaft, gulping him in and sucking softly. Her bright blue eyes fixed on his, sparkling and eager as she bobbed forward, slurping loudly, pushing herself down on his cock. The head cheerleader rocked herself back and forth on her hands, her blonde hair swaying back and forth, draped down her shoulders and just barely sweeping the carpet as she slid up and down on John's rod. From her vantage point on the bed, Trisha could easily see his cock disappear between Britney's wet, soaked lips, his shaft glistening with her saliva. No matter how many times she saw her, Trisha always marveled at the sight of Britney; so tall and stunning, her smooth legs perfectly long and slender, her figure an hourglass, a pair of round, bouncing tits topping a slim waist and a curvaceous ass. Her curly blonde hair seemed to shimmer as it slid back and forth on her slender shoulders. Any other time, Trisha would have thought she was a model. Now, though, she looked more like a porn star, on her hands and knees in the middle of her parents' bedroom, slurping up and down on John's dick like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted, gulping his length down with enough ease to show that she had much more than her fair share of experience. "Oh...oh...fuck, Britney...get that dick, yeah..." John murmured, staring down at the curvy blonde, taking in the sight of her ass raised in the air, her legs curved out below her, her mischievous eyes feasting on the sight of his meat as she gulped it down. "Mmmm..." The head cheerleader was moaning too – soft, low groans of pleasure, letting everyone know just how much she loved the taste and the feel of a cock deep in her mouth. A second later, Britney plunged forward, and John gasped as the head cheerleader's plump lips swallowed his cock whole, gliding down to his pubes. Her tongue snaked out from below his thick rod and began to lightly lap at his balls as he groaned. Britney's forehead was now pressed against his belly button, her nose squished against his crotch as she buried his length in her throat. "Uhhh...fuck yeah! Just like that!" Trisha couldn't help craning her neck to watch. The head cheerleader was incredible; even as she kept John's cock buried in her throat, she was now thrusting back at his hips, ramming her face into his crotch, her lips gulping and slurping as drool dribbled down his balls. Wow...she can really hold her breath for a long time. Trisha thought in amazement, admiring her friend's skill, watching her gorgeous frame stretched out on the floor, her entire body put into sucking John's cock. She's so hot... Trisha couldn't help thinking. I wonder if I look that hot when I'm throating someone's cock. Britney's feet were raised so that her boots were dangling in the air, her back arched, her hands gripping the carpet hard in her effort to throat the cock as long as possible. I hope I do! Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the head cheerleader wrenched herself off John's dick, her tits bobbing as she gasping for breath, grinning up at him. Even as she panted, she reached up with one hand, took hold of his soaked dick, and began to slap it against her slobbery lips. Across the room, Trisha could hear the slap! slap! slap! of his hard cock against her soft lips. "Like that, sweetie?" the head cheerleader cooed. "Ohh...fuck...yeah!" John was panting too, Trisha realized, in pure lust for the head cheerleader's body. Fascinated, she watched as he wrapped both hands around the back of Britney's head, grabbing two full handfuls of her gorgeous blonde hair, and forcefully pulled her forward, shoving his cock back between her lips without even asking, without even making sure she had caught her breath. In response, the head cheerleader let out a loud moan of pleasure, and immediately sank him back down into her throat, locking her lips around the base of his shaft like a wet suction ring. The look in his eyes... Trisha thought to herself as he watched John fuck the breathless blonde's face. He looks so hungry...so animalistic... She wouldn't have been surprised if John had just grabbed Britney by the hips, ripped off all her clothes, and shoved his cock into her pussy – he seemed to be right on that edge. For several more seconds, he plunged his cock down Britney's throat, the head cheerleader moaning and gurgling, her hands now tightly gripping the carpet, her chest heaving, her body involuntarily squirming in effort on the floor. At last, the head cheerleader reached up and slapped John hard on his thigh. He immediately responded by letting go of Britney, letting the blonde pull herself back off his cock, gasping and coughing, drawing in air as fast as she could. Her chin was now coated in drool, and Trisha could see that a long stream of it was dribbling off of the tip of John's cock too, splashing on the carpet of Britney's parents' bedroom. But before the head cheerleader could take more than two or three breaths, John had once again grabbed her by the hair, and plunged his meat back between her lips, balls-deep, filling her throat. And once again, Britney responded with a loud, muffled moan of pleasure, loving every second of it, even as the rest of her body instinctively squirmed and struggled against the thick cock cutting off her breathing. As she watched John start to face-fuck Britney once more, Trisha realized that this was a system they'd worked out: he would viciously fuck Britney's throat until the head cheerleader couldn't take it anymore, and she would slap him on the thigh. Then he would let her gasp in just enough oxygen to last her through another hard face-fucking, and he would give her the same treatment once more. Wow... Trisha thought as she watched Britney choke and gasp, but continue to plunge herself down on John's rod. She's really into it... Britney slapped John's thigh again, and he let go of her hair, letting the head cheerleader wrench herself backwards, her chest heaving as she gasped and sputtered for breath, her tits swaying with her breathing. After a few seconds, John grabbed her once more, and shoved his dick back down her throat, eliciting a loud cough from the blonde teenager, her flawless figure on display in her low-cut blouse and tight skirt. Seated on the bed, in a little black dress that showed off her own dainty figure, Trisha stared at the two of them, her fascination increasing with every second. As she leaned forward to get a better view, the V-neck of her dress sank down with her petite body, showing off her perky pair of tits, nestled and plump in the snug fabric. She uncrossed her dangling legs, completely forgetting about the short hem of her minidress, and a patch of red peeked out from between her slender legs as she shifted on the bed. "Uh...uh...yeah..." John's groans were growing louder and fiercer, his hands tight around Britney's face, and the head cheerleader was gulping his cock down whole, her mouth stuffed to the brim, her eyes wide and pleased, her gorgeous body trembling with excitement. Her drool coated her entire chin and had began to dribble down her neck and onto the carpet. The top half of Britney's lacy, see-through bra was now poking out of her blouse's plunging neckline; a result of her rocking back and forth as she slurped on John's rod. Trisha could see the head cheerleader's throat muscles working the cock buried in between them. Yeah, Britney! she thought, excited and impressed. Throat him! "Oh shit...ohhhh fuck!" John's groans began to drown out Britney's muffled whimpers, and his breathing began to quicken. Trisha suddenly realized that he was almost ready to cum. The petite cheerleader's own excitement was rising as she watched him thrust in and out of the head cheerleader's mouth. Britney's chest was squirming and her face was red; she was obviously out of breath. But she kept slurping him down, her eyes still sparkling and eager, her lips still buried in his pubes. Trisha didn't know why, but her own chest was thumping with excitement as she waited for John to shoot his spunk down her friend's throat. Come on! she thought to herself, her eyes fixed on his cock, her anticipation bursting through her. Hurry up and cum! Cum in her mouth! "Ohhh...ahhh...okay, here it comes!" John shouted out. The petite cheerleader didn't even know that she was doing it, but she was half-standing now, her heels digging into the carpet and her hands planted on her bare thighs as her little body strained to watch, her neck craned, her eyes wide and excited. Trisha's own breathing sped up slightly as she watched John began to pump his cum into Britney's gurgling, gasping mouth. She could see Britney straining to gulp him down even as she struggled for breath; she could see her throat work to swallow John's thick load, and without even realizing it, the petite cheerleader licked her own lips, unconsciously imagining the taste of the man's cum in her own mouth, sliding down her own throat. "Oh...ohhhh fuck yeah," John was groaning. A movement caught the corner of Trisha's eye, and she turned and saw Paul, standing at the foot of the bed, also watching Britney and John. His pants were around his knees, and his rock-hard cock was in his hand, thick and throbbing as he watched. Trisha's eyes immediately fell on the sight of his rod, without even thinking, hypnotized by the sight of it, imagining its thick, fleshy shaft wrapped in her own hand. She suddenly realized that her own body was excited, her eyes bright and interested, her pussy getting wetter by the second... Britney had stood up, her face flushed bright red, her chest heaving as she panted, and she reached up with both hands to wipe the slobber from her chin. She flashed a grin at John as he sagged back against the bed, but her eyes immediately fell on Trisha. The petite cheerleader's mouth was open and slack, and her eyes were fixated on Paul's cock, bright and brimming with lust. The head cheerleading burst out laughing, and the sound shook Trisha out of her trance. She looked up and saw her friend walking towards her, her hips swaying in her high-heeled boots. "What's the matter, Trisha?" she teased. "You look a little preoccupied." "Huh? What do you mean?" Trisha darted her eyes, trying to look innocent. Britney laughed and pointed at her. "Better fix your dress, hun." Trisha looked down, and a sheepish smile crossed her face. In her excitement, the petite cheerleader had forgotten that she was wearing such a short dress, and all the squirming and straining on the bed had ridden the snug fabric halfway up her ass, showing off her slender legs as they dangled off the bed. Now, a generous triangle of Trisha's thong was peeking out the bottom, and she realized that a small, damp spot was visible – a sign of her excitement at watching her friend swallow a stranger's seed. "I thought you weren't interested in sex tonight, Trish." Trisha's smile turned a little more wicked. "I...well..." "Change your mind?" Britney was still cleaning off her face, wiping her hands on the bedspread, leaving the slobber from her blowjob on her parents' blankets. Trisha glanced up at her friend, grinning. The image of Britney groaning and whimpering around John's cock, buried deep in her throat, was so fresh in her mind. It was all she could think about, and she could feel the moistness in her pussy growing. "Maybe..." "Good thing you stuck around, huh?" Britney gave Trisha a mischevious grin. A look of understanding suddenly dawned on the petite cheerleader's face. She knew this was going to happen! Trisha realized. That's why she asked me to stay! She thought back now to how Britney was moaning and squirming and thrusting on the carpet, choking herself on John's cock, gulping it down even as her chest heaved for breath. Trisha couldn't help giggling as she stared up at Britney's smile. Geez...Britney knows me really well. She knew that if I stuck around and watched her suck John's cock, I would get turned on, that I would change my mind... "Britney!" Trisha laughed. "This was your plan all along!" The head cheerleader winked, and gave an innocent shrug, refusing to admit it. Then, out of the corner of Trisha's eye, she saw that Paul had leapt up from the bed, finally out of patience, bored with listening to the two girls talking. He had waited patiently ,and now he wanted his turn. He was now approaching Britney, a lustful grin on his face, with a look in his eyes that told both girls he wasn't going to wait. The head cheerleader grinned, and a thoughtful look crossed her face. "Mmm, hun," Britney cooed, "you gotta give me at least a couple minutes to recover, before I can suck another cock. But hey..." the head cheerleader turned and grinned down at the petite cheerleader. "...maybe Trisha can help you out." The sight of Paul's cock had kicked Trisha's lust into another gear, and her eyes sparkled at the sight of it, flushing her body with eagerness. The sight of her friend choking herself on John's cock had made her own body ache for the same ravishing. Now, she had her chance. At Britney's invitation, she immediately hopped off the bed and sank to her knees, without even a word, opening her mouth, inviting his cock to slide between her plump lips. But Paul seemed to have a different idea. He reached down and grabbed the petite cheerleader around her slim hips. "No way," he said, and with that, he picked her up, prompting a squeal from Trisha. "No blowjob tonight, baby. I've gotta be inside this sweet little thing." Trisha's body burned with excitement at his words, and she felt him lowering her body to the floor, spreading her legs, his hands running over her skin-tight minidress. Frantically, the cheerleader reached down and began to yank and tug the dress off her body, tossing it over her head. Before it even fluttered to the floor, she had reached behind her shoulders to unhook her strapless bra, and Paul was gently pulling her panties down her slender legs, untangling them from her stiletto heels and discarding them. John and Britney both laughed as they watched the two of them rip off Trisha's clothes; in less than ten seconds, she was naked, lying on the carpet on her back, her legs spread, her eyes bright and eager as she stared at Paul's cock, silently begging it to plunge into her. "Holy shit..." Paul said, stretched out above her, as his eyes swept over her. "You are fucking fine, Trisha." Petite and dainty, barely five feet tall, the cheerleader lay back on the floor, her irresistibly cute face grinning up at him, her big brown eyes glittering at the compliment. Her perky, round tits burst out of her slender chest, her slim hips curving into a slender pair of legs, spread wide, revealing a red, dripping pussy waiting for him. Hurry up! The cheerleader's body was almost trembling with anticipation. Just fuck me! She repeated the last two words out loud, in a soft, lustful moan. "Fuck me, Paul...fuck me..." He didn't need to be told twice. Gently, slowly, he lowered his hips towards her, aiming his cock, pressing the tip up against her soaked, soft cunt. Trisha's entire body shuddered at the feeling of it, brimming with anticipation, and with another moan she reached forward and grabbed him around the thighs, pulling him in further. His thick rod plunged into her cunt in one smooth, sleek thrust, powering through her petite body, spearing her with that wonderful feeling of being filled completely. "Ohhhh..." the two of them groaned together. Paul closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of an eighteen-year-old's cunt, dripping wet and snugly wrapped around his hard cock. Trisha's slim hips jolted and rocked as she was penetrated, and almost immediately her body began to slowly grind back against Paul's, inviting him in further, asking for him to pump her twat hard. A second later, the cheerleader felt Paul's hands sneaking under her back and around her shoulders, tangling in between her long brown hair, ready to grip her hard, for leverage, preparing for a good pounding. She squirmed with anticipation, her hands still on his thighs, and she moaned softly. "Yes...fuck me..." Before she could whimper anything else, she felt Paul's thrust speed up, and almost instantly, he was fucking her hard, driving his cock deep into her eager pussy, his hands hard around her shoulders and pulling her body back against his. Trisha's eyes burst open and she wailed out her pleasure as she felt herself rocked across the carpet, her hips bucking against his, her soaked twat stuffed and throbbing. Yes! Hard! Just like that! "Ohhh....yes..." Trisha's hair was sprawled across the floor, her little body jammed back and forth on the carpet by Paul's thrusts, her tits flopping back and forth, her twat stuffed full of his cock. The cheerleader reached forward and gripped Paul's arms tightly, feeling his muscles pulse as he held himself above her, pumping his meat deep into her teenage cunt, stretching her open and filling her. "Oh yeah...fuck yeah..." He was moaning loudly, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm, each plunge sending her tits wobbling and her body rocking against the floor. Paul's hips were pressing against her slender thighs, stretching her legs open for him, her heels swinging in the air as they bucked together on the floor. The petite cheerleader arched her back as she relished Paul's steady, hard pumps, driving the full length of his meat deep into her cunt, and Trisha curled her legs around his bucking hips, grabbing onto him, pulling him even further inside of her. She could feel her lust building in her, taking over her body inch by inch, driving her wild in her hunger for more. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her body rocking back against his. Oooh...he's so big, he's so deep! Paul's ballsac slapped against her mound, his chest heaving as he grunted, throwing his weight into pounding deep between the cheerleader's legs. The cheerleader was flushed with lust, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to her peak, and she ached for it, her entire body trembling in her eagerness to cum on Paul's dick. Trisha's hair flopped back and forth on the carpet, her tits swaying, her brown eyes wide and her mouth open as she cried out for more. "Oh God, yes!" The petite cheerleader was so lost in pumping herself against Paul's dick, her pleasure mounting and growing, that she didn't even notice the sound of commotion downstairs, or Britney slipping out of the room to check. All she could think about was bucking against the big cock inside of her, feeling it fill her each time, stretching her little canal open, pumping into her, driving her lusty body into a frenzy. With each second, she was getting closer to that wonderful peak. Yes...yes...more, more! But a moment later, the head cheerleader raced back into the master bedroom, slamming it behind her. "Shit!" she shouted. John looked up. "What's wrong?" "The fucking police are here! God damnett! Get the fuck up, you two!" Britney was practically running around the room, grabbing her clothes and their scattered, empty cups and bottles. Paul looked up, still panting, his cock still buried in Trisha's tight pussy, and he hesitated. For a moment, it seemed he would stay on the floor, fucking the cheerleader until he was finished. But at last, he pulled himself off her, jumping to his feet and grabbing his pants, joining Britney and John in rushing around the floor. Lost in her lust, bucking and rocking on the floor, Trisha had barely even registered Britney's shout. Now, though, as she felt Paul's cock slide out of her dripping cunt, she frantically looked up, watching the three of them hurriedly dress. She was still lying on the floor, her legs spread, her clothes crumpled in a heap next to her, her hair spilling across the carpet. No...no!!! "Wait...wait!" Trisha panted. Her entire body was burning, coursing with lust, her skin tingling with anticipation, her chest heaving, her face flushed. Her pussy was swollen and dripping, and it was screaming for more. No...oh God...oh my God, I was so close!!! She had never felt so empty. She had never needed a cock inside of her more. The petite cheerleader let out a wail of frustration and lust as her hand flew to her suddenly empty cunt, rubbing it furiously, her fingertips growing slick with her juices as they sank into her tender twat. She began to desperately thrust herself against her own fingers, her legs still spread, trying her best to fill her aching pussy. But it still wasn't as good as Paul's cock. Ohhh...God I'm so horny...I need to be fucked! I need it! "For Christ's sake, Trisha! Get up!" Britney grabbed Trisha's clothes and tossed them on her naked, flailing chest. The petite cheerleader's fingers were still buried in her cunt, her eyes wide and desperate, her legs pumping in the air as she tried her best to fuck her own twat as hard and deep as possible. John and Paul had already dressed and were now racing out of the room and down the stairs. It was just the two cheerleaders now, and Britney, with a look of frustration, reached down and roughly pulled Trisha to her feet. No!! "God damnett, girl, get a hold of yourself! Put on your clothes! You gotta get out of her!" All Trisha wanted to do was flop back down on the floor and jam her fingers back into her soaked twat, empty and aching, desperate for more. But she knew that Britney was right, and she quickly obeyed, grabbing her panties and frantically yanking them up her slender legs, tugging her wrinkled minidress over her flushed, dainty body. She ignored her bra, stuffing it into her purse as she tried her best to smooth out her hair and her clothes. "Go, go!" Britney said, shooing her out of the room. Trisha's tits bounced as she hurried out of the room, and she could feel her juices soaking through her thong, overflowing out of her body with carnal desire. She felt like she was going to burst from lust. God...I was so fucking close! *** Trisha could see a huge crowd in front of Britney's house. Blue and red lights were flashing; a pair of police cars had stopped in the middle of the road. For a moment, the cheerleader wondered if she should stay, to help Britney deal with the situation. After all, she is my best friend... But the head cheerleader had told her to leave. She knows about these situations better than I do...I should just go. The petite girl quietly made her way past the crowd, head down, trying her best to remain unnoticed, taking gentle steps so that her heels wouldn't click loudly on the sidewalk. Her bra-less breasts swung against her low-cut dress as she slipped towards her car, silently tugging the minidress back down her thighs. At last, Trisha made it to her car, unlocking it and quickly jumping inside. The moment she did it, she felt another wicked rush through her swollen pussy. Even the motion of getting into her car, of her bare legs brushing together, of the seat rubbing against the sheer material of her little dress, was enough to send a wild thrill through the cheerleader's body. Her skin was still flushed from fucking Paul's cock. Argh....I was sooo close... Trisha's carnal frustration rushed through her, and all of a sudden one hand was sneaking down her dress, towards the cheerleader's desperate cunt, coming to a rest on her bare, trembling thigh. Her palm was resting on the hem of her minidress, barely inches from her soaked, eager twat. So close...so close to cumming... The cheerleader wanted nothing more than to jump out of her car and find Paul, to demand that he finish fucking her, but she knew she couldn't. The next best thing was to sit in her car and finger herself for the rest of the night. But just then, she heard a voice in a megaphone; the police. Damn! I have to get out of here! Her hand slowly left her bare thigh, as if reluctant to go, and the cheerleader turned on her car. Before she could drive away, though, Trisha's cell phone chirped. She quickly flipped it open. It was a text message, from Dan! The cheerleader flashed back to meeting Dan at the beach, to how the lifeguard had pinned her to the wall of the shower stall, pressed her up against it, his hard, massive dick pounding into her, filling her. Him cumming inside her, shooting his spunk deep into her canal as she writhed in the midst of her mind-blowing orgasm. Ohhh... The cheerleader trembled with lust in the car seat as she remembered the scene...the incredible sex, the two strangers, just boys, watching in the other stalls...stumbling out of the showers, still recovering, scribbling down her phone number and thrusting it into the hands of the next lifeguard she saw, demanding he give it to Dan. "Free tonight? Come over and we'll watch a movie." The lifeguard had added directions and the address of his apartment. That's only a few blocks away, Trisha realized. Again, her body flushed with lust. In ten minutes, I could be with him...he could be plowing into me again, just like before...so hard and so deep... "No..." Trisha shook her head. What about Britney?? Britney asked me to stay away from Dan...and she's my friend. I can't betray her like that. But already the cheerleader had pulled out of her parking spot, and was heading down the street. She wanted to tell herself that she was just heading home, but part of her already knew that her desperate lust was about to take over. God...I was so close to cumming...but no, I can't! I won't! She was still driving, her pussy throbbing with desire, her panties soaked, her body flushed. I...I-I'll just stop by. I'll just stop by and say hello. But even as she thought it, the cheerleader already knew it wasn't true. *** Five minutes later, Trisha pulled up to the apartment complex. Her heels click-clacked loudly as she went up the flights of stairs, trying her best not to hurry too much. The stairs ended in a small balcony with a thin metal railing, and a single door; Dan's apartment. The cheerleader meant to stop and take a deep breath, to promise herself that she wouldn't do anything stupid. But before she could, her hand had suddenly raised and knocked. Stupid, Trisha! Stupid! Dan opened the door, tall and muscular, shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans. "Wow. You got here fast." "Did I?" Trisha tried to act nonchalant, but she suddenly realized that she had already taken a step inside his apartment, without asking. The drive had done nothing to calm her body down; her pussy was still aching, her body flushed with lust, her heart pounding. Her brain could only alternate between two thoughts; the feeling of Paul plunging into her, on the floor in Britney's house; and the pleasure of her orgasm at the beach, when Dan had pushed her against the wall and fucked her silly. "Yeah. Fuck...you look incredible." Trisha couldn't help swelling with pride as she watched the lifeguard's eyes sweep over her little body, her tits snug and peeking out of the skimpy dress's top, her slender waist and curvy hips well-framed in the tight fabric, her slender legs stretched out under the short hem and her panties barely an inch away from peeking out the bottom. The impressed, hungry look in his eyes only turned her on more, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out a request to fuck, right here and now. I want him...oh God, this was a mistake! "Thanks. So...about that movie?" "Right." Dan gave her a conspicuous grin. "Let's pick out a movie to watch. Come on in, babe." Trisha glanced around the small apartment as Dan shut the door and walked over to the TV. It was a studio, small and fairly plain, not particularly clean or dirty. Dan was facing the TV, probably trying to decide if he should keep up the pretense and actually pick out a movie to watch. Trisha walked up behind him, her heels soft on the carpet. It was all she could do not to jump the lifeguard right then and there, her pussy still dripping and swollen, feeling desperately empty without a big cock pumping into it. Her arms tingled and her legs felt weak at the thought of it. She was trembling with lust. Oh God...I'm so horny...but I can't...I can't! She stopped behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. The cheerleader honestly intended, with all her heart, to simply ask him if they could talk, or maybe even to ask about Britney. But as soon as Dan turned around, looking down at her, with the crotch of his jeans just inches away from Trisha's stomach, the cheerleader's sex-crazed body took over. Immediately, her hand went to his crotch, gripping it firmly. Both of them gasped; Dan at the feeling of her fingers on his cock, Trisha at her own shock of what she was doing. Dan chuckled softly. "Not interested in small talk, are you?" He was closer to her now, and Trisha suddenly realized that she could smell alcohol on his breath. She looked up at him, confused even as her hands continued to massage his crotch. Two voices were screaming out in her head. Yes! God, just say yes so he'll stuff that big cock inside of me! No...no, what about Britney?? She could feel his dick hiding beneath his pants, ready for her. "I...I..." Dan didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Trisha around the waist, pulling the cheerleader towards him, leaning down to kiss her fiercely. Trisha could taste the liquor on his tongue, could feel the short stubble of his unshaved chin on hers. Even as they kissed, he was leaning into her, pressing forward, urging her to walk backwards with him. She obeyed, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him in closer, burying her fingers in his short hair. The voices were still arguing in her head: Britney...she told me to stay away! Am I betraying her? But somehow, the thoughts never reached her lips, and the cheerleader gave in to Dan's embrace. She gasped quietly as she felt her body pressed against the door of his apartment. Images of Trisha's last rendezvous with Dan swept through her mind; of being pressed up, just like this, against the wall of the public stall, her petite body cradled in Dan's arms as he plowed himself into her. Her body was practically quivering with lust; her pussy was still soaked and swollen. She pressed herself against him, feeling the bulge in his pants, her body crying out for more. Trisha squealed in surprise as Dan suddenly swung the door open, pushing the cheerleader outside. She tripped over her heels as she twisted around, barely catching herself from falling by grabbing onto the balcony railing outside. The night was warm and silent in front of her, and several stories below, the street in front of them was empty. She felt Dan behind her, his cock bulging inside his pants, pressed up against the cheerleader's butt as she bent over the railing, turgid and thick against the almost-sheer fabric of her minidress. Yes...yes...no, I can't! She tried her best, in a half-hearted, trembling voice, to protest, against her own desires and his. "D-Dan...wait...w-what about..." "Shut up." Dan's growl was fierce, and suddenly Trisha felt his hands sliding up the skin-tight material of her dress, enjoying the texture of the fabric and the slender curves beneath. He was cupping her tits now, squeezing them together harshly, feeling her perky globes bulge against each other as he massaged them. Trisha gasped softly as he felt him all over her, enjoying her body, and she shuddered again with forbidden lust. But part of her was still trying to resist. We can't do it outside...I know I'm going to scream when I cum...I always do, and people will hear! "W-wait," she stammered, trying again. "p-please...your neighbors..." "Shut up, you slut!" Dan's growl was even louder this time, and Trisha could hear an animalistic tone in his command. That last word rang through her ears. Slut...he's right...I'm a slut, and I want him...I want his cock... Her lust was taking over, and the cheerleader closed her eyes as she stayed bent over the railing, her back arched and her butt out. A warm breeze fluttered through the air, and she pressed her little body against him, feeling his hips push through the fabric of her dress against her swollen twat. "Yeah...yeah..." Dan growled as he felt the petite cheerleader press against him. His mouth was only inches from her ear, his unshaved cheek against hers, the sharp smell of beer wafting over her. His voice had suddenly turned hard and aggressive. "You're a naughty slut aren't you, Trisha?" That sounds like something Britney would say, Trisha thought. God...Britney...I...I c-can't... But her pussy was still screaming out for attention, her body was still desperate for her orgasm, and she was grinding against him now, rubbing her butt against the bulging material of his jeans. She couldn't control herself...she needed his cock so badly... "Mmm...a dirty slut. Looks like you put on this skanky dress to go to some party, huh? See if you could find some guy to fuck you. But you couldn't, so you came back to Dan, isn't that right? Isn't that right, my little slut?" His breath was thick and hard, and Trisha wrinkled her nose against the acrid smell. He was still groping her chest, massaging and squeezing with such force that they pressed Trisha's entire body even harder against him. Now, they were snaking down her chest, inching towards her soaked, desperate pussy. "Ohhh..." The moan escaped the cheerleader's lips as she continued to grind against the mound in Dan's pants. "Learn this fast, Trisha, like a good little schoolgirl. When you need a good fucking, you always come to Dan. You're my little slut, Trisha, and you'll do anything for my cock. Do you understand?" Trisha whimpered softly, saying nothing, and she reached a hand behind her, her lust controlling her body, groping blindly for the fly of his pants, her twat pulsing with desire. The lifeguard repeated himself. "Do you understand, Trisha? Are you my little slut? Are you going to let me fuck you?" "Yes..." the cheerleader whimpered. She meant to only answer the second question, but she suddenly realized that it sounded like she was answering both. Maybe I am... "Are you going to let me fuck you right here, outside, where everyone can see and hear how much of a filthy, slutty girl you are?" "Yes..." Trisha whispered, again. Her groping hand found his zipper, and her fingers attacked it like a wild animal, yanking it down and ripping open his fly. Dan's chuckle was low and dangerous. "I knew it as soon as I saw you on the beach, Trisha. I knew how good of a little slut you'd be for me." The petite cheerleader felt his hands around her thighs, as he slowly pulled up the hem of her minidress, bunching it around her waist. Her smooth butt was exposed now, out in the night, clearly visible from every vantage point. She felt his fingers now around her thong, slowly pulling it off her pussy, not even taking them fully off, leaving them stuck around her mid-thighs. She heard another chuckle, and realized that he must have seen how soaking wet she was. The cheerleader shuddered with anticipation, arching her back and offering her naked ass to him, gripping the rail hard as she leaned out over the street, looking down at the black asphalt. She was ready and waiting, standing on the balcony in her heels, bent over the railing, her legs spread for him, as wide as the tangled pair of panties would allow. Dan's hands slowly encircled her slim waist, his grip growing firm, and Trisha trembled slightly in response, her anticipation almost too much to handle. She felt something hard and smooth against her thrilled, dripping pussy, and without even thinking she pushed back slightly, letting the tip of his meat sink into her tight canal. "Please..." she whispered. Dan let out another growl, low and fierce enough to tell Trisha that he wasn't going to hold back. At that same moment, his hands tightened around her waist and his hips bucked, sending his thick shaft plunging deep into Trisha's waiting pussy. The thrust burst through Trisha's entire body, the second cock inside of her tonight, sending her back rigid, snapping her head to attention, causing her to arch her ass and spread her legs even wider for him. "YES!" she cried out. The cheerleader's twat wrapped around his shaft, snug and tight and wet, and he stuffed her full, giving her exactly what she needed. Ooooh...yess!! Finally!!! The lifeguard began to rock in and out of her, his hands firm around her dainty waist, keeping her steady for him to pump his shaft hard, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling body. Standing and bent over the balcony, the cheerleader's heels made her multiple inches taller, but even so, she tried to stand on tip-toe in them, arching her back, trying to raise herself into an even better position for him to plow deeper inside of her. This was exactly what she needed; that unfulfilled orgasm and lust had been building up inside of her, and now Dan's cock was setting it free, plunging into her twat and filling her needs. "Yes! Ohhhh...Dan...yessss..." Trisha squealed out loud in the night, her knuckles white on the railing, her panties around her thighs, her dress bunched up. Dan was plowing into her with incredible force, his cock stuffing her full, balls slapping against her cunt lips. The cheerleader was gripping the railing for dear life, the top half of her body hanging halfway out, over the street, swaying back and forth with his hard pumps. Her dangling hair swung back and forth, partially covering her vision as she stared down several stories at the pavement below, whimpering and moaning in rhythm with his plunging shaft. Then, she saw a pair of people were walking on the sidewalk below her. The rest of the night was silent except for the cheerleader's loud moans and squeals of pleasure; she knew that they could hear her. Even as Dan bucked her back and forth over the railing, she realized that they were about to walk right under her. She imagined them trying to avoid looking at her; trying to ignore the petite girl, eighteen years old and barely five feet tall, rocking back and forth on an open balcony, her hair flopping, her slutty dress hitched around her waist as a stranger pumped his cock into her swollen twat. Dan let out a harsh laugh as he saw them too, passing by on the sidewalk, almost directly below them. His hands were still around her waist, his cock still plowing into her with delicious strokes. "Look at them," he commanded. "Wave at them, Trisha." Trisha was still moaning in her pleasure, her thrilled body responding to Dan's thick cock. "Wave at them, Trisha, like a good little slut. Now!" Trisha opened her eyes and glanced back down at the couple. They had passed under her now, their faces tiny, their expressions unreadable. Slowly, unsteadily, the cheerleader obeyed, taking one hand off the railing and waving her hand back and forth at them as they watched. Dan let out a loud laugh, and he bucked extra hard into her twat, the force so strong that it sent Trisha reeling, off balance. The petite cheerleader squealed loudly in surprise as she teetered forward on her heels, and she grabbed the railing again to keep herself from nearly tipping over it. She looked back at Dan as she steadied herself, and saw all the windows of the apartments on his floor, the floors above and below his...the endless rows of people who could peek out and watch them fuck. There could be dozens...hundreds of people watching us...seeing me sway back and forth like a common whore as Dan fucks me hard. Ohh...he's so big...he's so deep... "Good slut...good slut...fuck yeah..." Dan's hands had snuck up from her waist, and now they were at her slender shoulders, swaying back and forth over the railing as she gripped it, pumping against his dick along with the rest of her little body. His fingers found the thin straps of her dress, and tugged them down. Trisha moaned as she felt the straps fall to her elbows, flopping up and down there as she rocked, and the top of her dress slipped off her bouncing, dangling tits. As he continued to plunge deep into her pussy, Dan tugged the top of her dress further down her chest, fully revealing her tits, grabbing the two large handfuls in each hand and squeezing as he pumped into her. Now, Trisha's pretty dress was nothing but a bunched piece of fabric around her waist, the straps hanging uselessly around her elbows, the hem raised up over her ass so Dan could pound into her. It was a sight to behold; a cute, petite cheerleader, her tits and ass naked and on display, standing outside on a fifth-story balcony so that every passing car or person could see her. She was bent over the railing, her legs looking slender and gorgeous as she stood in her heels, her panties still stuck around her thighs, tight and stretched as she strained against them to spread herself open for Dan's cock. Her hair was swinging around her face, which was stuck in an expression of pure ecstasy as Dan slammed his meat into her eager cunt, stuffing and stretching the little cheerleader. Her moans and cries of pleasure were echoing through the night for the rest of the apartment building to hear. "Oh fuck...good slut...fuck you feel good..." Dan's groans rumbled through Trisha's body, and she moaned back in pleasure, rocking against him, her thrusts in tandem with his, so that the full force of both of them buried his shaft in her twat, so deep that it felt like it was plunging into her chest. Yes! Yes! Just like that!! Trisha let go of the railing with one hand, wobbling a bit in her heels as she struggled to keep her balance against Dan's ferocious pounding. The other hand was now sneaking down towards her pussy, towards the straining, aching nub of her clit. "Yes...Dan...yes..." she whimpered. "You're my dirty, filthy slut, Trisha," he said, louder this time. "And you're getting my cock as your punishment. You like it, Trisha? Does my little slut like my cock?" "Ohhhhhhh..." The petite cheerleader had found her bulging clit, and now she was working it desperately, kneading into it, sending her thrilled, lusty body into a frenzy. The waves of pleasure were almost unbearable, and the cheerleader's screams echoed through the night. "YES! YES, DAN! " "Fuck yeah, Trisha! You nasty little fucking whore!" He was bucking and jamming into her, so hard that Trisha was leaning into him just to keep from falling over, her arms pushing against the railing and her legs pumping against the concrete to meet the force of his thrusts, her knuckles white and her heels digging into the floor. The railing was creaking and groaning now, as Dan yanked her back and forth, his entire body into it, his hips bucking into her as his hands around her tits pulled her into him. Each pump felt like it was filling Trisha's entire body, stuffing her twat, stretching and plowing, into and through all of her. "OHHHH YES! MORE!" Trisha's hand was a blur on her clit, her body thrashing against Dan's, the railing clanking against its hinges as the cheerleader held on for dear life, bucking with all her might. Her body was rising, her pleasure bubbling and building and ready to spill over, ready for that orgasm that she had eagerly waited for, for so long. Dan's shaft was throbbing and hard inside her, his balls slapping loudly against the lips of her pussy. Each thrust reverberated through the petite cheerleader; the force of both of their bodies, her bucking against him, him pulling her towards him as she slammed his cock deep in her twat. The pleasure of his fucking was mixing with the throbbing lust in her clit, and Trisha was now wildly kneading into it, moaning and crying out in pleasure as each tweak sent a stab of carnal pleasure through her body, her back arched as she bent over the railing, on tip-toes in her heels, her legs straining. Further and further, her lust pushed through her, and each thrust of Dan's dick pumped it even deeper, towards its goal, until finally... "OHHHHHHHH Y-YEEESSSSS!!!!" The cheerleader's scream ripped through the night, echoing across the street, as loud and wild as her orgasm was fierce. Trisha was thrashing and grinding against Dan with an incredible strength, lost to the hot, electric waves of pleasure that coursed through her. The sexual energy that had been building up in her the entire night finally burst through, like a wave of fire, coursing through her body, overwhelming her, reducing her to nothing but a body lost in carnal pleasure. The cheerleader was quivering within her lust, her legs trembling as she stood on the balcony, her back arched and rigid, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath in between screams. At that moment, her trembling fingers lost their grip on the railing, and Trisha collapsed against Dan, her heels scraping on the pavement as she lost her balance. But even as she tumbled back into him, Trisha's mind barely even registered it; all she could think about was the feeling of her climax surging through her, wave after wave of pleasure, blasting her body with hot lust, finally satisfying her after so long. "O-Ohhh my God....y-yesss..." Trisha was sagging in Dan's arms, leaning into him. At that moment, lost in the throes of her orgasm, the cheerleader knew that he was right. She was his slut, and she would do anything for the feeling of his cock inside of her, pumping her desperate twat, driving her to another amazing orgasm. Anything... anything... She could feel the heat of his lust as he pressed against her, his hands still groping her tits, his throbbing dick still buried in her cunt. "Fuck....fuck..." Dan was also gasping for breath, his hips working his meat deep into Trisha's pussy, and at that moment the cheerleader felt his hands on her back, pushing her back forward. Already off-balance, the cheerleader tumbled down, falling onto her hands and knees on the balcony, the surface cold and rough against her soft skin. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, the shoulder straps now flopping around her forearms, the hem hitched up to offer her ass to Dan's meat. Her thighs were pinned together by the thong still stretched between them. The lifeguard was now crouched over her like an animal in heat, his hands hard on her slender shoulders, his hips bucking down and hard into Trisha's swollen cunt. His thrusts were ferocious and wild, sending the cheerleading reeling back and forth on the pavement, her breasts swinging, her hair flopping, her knees scraping on the pavement. Rocking back and forth, on her hands and knees, the cheerleader could feel Dan's shaft pulsing inside of her, so deep that she could feel the throbbing through every inch of her petite body, stretching her tight cunt as it wrapped around his meat. "Ahhhh...fuck...yeah....fuck!!!" Dan bucked extra hard into Trisha's twat, the full length of him buried in her, his balls tight against her pussy, and the cheerleader had to plant her hands in front of her and push back against him with all her strength just to keep from tipping over on her face. She squealed out loud as she felt his cock growing and pulsating inside of her, and then a moment later she felt that wonderful, hot cum flooding her pussy, spurting out of his shaft with so much force that she could feel it erupting out of him. Dan's grunts were low and rhythmic, and he kept rocking against the cheerleader even though he was balls-deep in her twat, his shaft completely buried as he unloaded his seed deep inside her. Trisha kept her pose on the balcony; back arched, ass hoisted, on her knees with her hands planted to push back against him, relishing the feeling of him shooting his cum into her twat. "Mmm...yeah..." Dan was relaxing against the cheerleader now, his dick still stuffed in her pussy. He was slowly running his hands over her, over her slender shoulders and arms, lightly squeezing her uncovered tits, running up and down the cheerleader's dainty curves and firm ass, enjoying the feel of the body he had just fucked. At last, he sank backwards, slowly pulling his thick cock from Trisha's swollen cunt. The cheerleader gasped softly at the feeling, still on her hands and knees, staring out across the empty night as he gently slid out of her. "Yeah...that's my good little slut, Trisha," Dan panted, as he slowly rose to his feet. "Good girl, Trisha. You'll hear from me soon." The cheerleader said nothing, still recovering from Dan's cock. A moment later, she started as she heard a door slam, and turned her head around to realize that she was alone, crouched on the balcony in nothing but a pair of heels, a thong wrapped around her thighs, and a dress scrunched around her waist. She realized then that she was panting, out of breath from Dan's ferocious assault. Her mind was still frazzled, but one thought ran through her mind: I'm Dan's slut. It wasn't a question or a suggestion; it was simply a statement of fact. She was his. She had been so desperately horny as she left Britney's house; she had never been so desperate in her life. So she had come to Dan, and he had satisfied her, fucking her rough and hard, taking her on his balcony, so quickly that he didn't even bother to take off her dress or pull her panties all the way down her legs. He had given her the orgasm that she needed. Still on her hands and knees, she reached a hand back to gently tug her thong up over her pussy. Trisha could still feel the warmness of Dan's cum in her cunt as she stretched the short hem of her minidress back over her swollen ass. Next, she gently slipped on the shoulder straps, pulling them back up her arms, cupping and adjusting her tits to make sure that they were covered. Only after she had readjusted her clothing did she stand up, legs trembling, hands running through her tousled hair, trying to straighten it out, to make her look presentable. She took a quick glance around, wondering how many people had heard her, how many had passed by unnoticed as she had lost herself to the feeling of Dan's cock. Silently, she started back down the stairs, the click-clack of her heels echoing. I'm Dan's slut...