Good Girl vs. Slut

Even as soon as she woke up, Trisha was already mortified at the day before. The events were so clear now that she replayed it in her mind; her petite body sprawled across the hotel room, her legs spread, her miniskirt bunched around her waist, her back arched as she wailed in pleasure. Surrounded by men, watching her, bearing down on her, each waiting in line for their turn to slide their rock-hard cocks into her soft, ravished pussy, or to plunge deep past her soft lips, stuffing her mouth full. The cheerleader remembered losing herself completely to her lust, unable to stop her body from wanting more even though she knew it was wrong, even though she was half-frightened. It was like I became a completely different person. Even now, in her memories, it was as if she was watching a movie of someone else. The girl on that bed looked just like her, had the same petite, dainty figure, the same face and cheerleading outfit; but it wasn't her, it was some wild, insatiable, sex-crazed slut. Trisha was quickly staring to realize that there was a part of her that she just couldn't control; the same part that lusted for Dan's cock each and every second, that would eagerly give in to his dirtiest desires and would drag the rest of her body along with it, no matter how scared or ashamed or reluctant she was. I just can't control my lust...my body just won't listen to me! All those strangers...I fucked them, sucked their cocks, swallowed their cum...I couldn't help myself. Why can't I listen to myself?? Trisha sighed as she stood in her bathroom, running a brush through her l hair, examining her appearance in the mirror. The cheerleader was wearing a strapless pink sundress, the soft fabric wrapped tightly around her 32-C chest, two ample mounds cupped by the tight material. The hem of the dress stopped above her knees, so that it would flutter around her slender legs as she walked, tight around her slim hips, showing off her dainty frame. Trisha had matched it with a pair of flirty, white kitten heel sandals, showing off her legs. She stared at herself in the mirror; a petite girl, barely over five feet, her slender waist contrasting with her curvy tits, looking even more cute and innocent in her baby-pink dress. Her brown hair tumbled across her bare shoulders, slightly wavy, like always. But her face looked worried. As soon as she had cleaned herself up, Dan had driven her home. Her parents were at the front door as soon as she walked through it, and she hastily fumbled through an excuse about how cheerleading practice had ran late; they seemed to buy it only because she was still in her outfit. But to her horror, Dan had followed her through the front door, and had introduced himself with all the charm of a perfect gentleman. He had said that he was the older brother of one of Trisha's fellow cheerleaders, and had offered to give her a ride home on the way back to his own house. Now she thought about the looks on her parents' faces if they had known who Dan really was, if they had realized what he had just done to their dainty little eighteen-year-old daughter – taking her to a dirty motel room, fucking her with half a dozen friends, from every direction, throwing her on the bed and making her writhe in wild pleasure for hours on end. I can't believe he did that! Trisha sighed as she ran her hands through her hair. Now he's talking to my parents?? This is getting out of hand... "Trisha? Trisha!" It was her mom. "Coming!" The cheerleader ran her hand through her hair one more time, then quickly hurried downstairs "Trisha, there you are!" Trisha gasped. Her mother was standing in the front door, holding up Trisha's backpack. Right next to her was Dan, wearing dark wayfarer sunglasses, leaning against the wall and grinning up at the cheerleader as she descended the stairs. Trisha knew that his hidden eyes were roving up and down her petite body, admiring her bare shoulders, imagining her curvy chest and slender hips hidden under her strapless dress, remembering the feeling of grabbing and ravishing every inch of her slim frame. "Trisha, dear, Dan said that he was supposed to drive you to school today, for a meeting at the library. You didn't say anything to me about that!" "Oh, um..." the cheerleader stopped in front of the two of them, looking up at Dan, trying her very best to look like she wasn't confused. "I...I guess I must have forgotten last night. I was so tired from practice, you know." "Yeah," Dan said. "Yesterday was really rough on you, wasn't it, Trisha?" He grinned widely down at her. Trisha blushed a fierce red, and quickly looked down at her feet, trying to act normal. But inside, she was growing angry. He knows what he's saying...he knows he could get me in so much trouble. And he's making a game of it! "Dan," Trisha's mother turned to face the lifeguard. "Who did you say your sister was again? The girl on Trisha's cheerleading squad?" "Oh...I didn't say." Dan reached up to scratch his chin, buying himself a couple seconds. Trisha's eyes widened, and she desperately tried to silently mouth a name to him. Amanda...Mandy...Diane! But Dan wasn't looking at her. "Britney," he said, finally. "I'm Britney's older brother." Trisha gasped again. "Oh," her mother said, her mouth suddenly turning slightly down. "I...I see. Well, Trisha, you better get to school. You don't want to be late!" "O-okay," Trisha nodded, half-frozen by fear. It was all she could do to slowly walk out the door, following Dan to his car. "Bye, mom," she said over her shoulder, not daring to look back. She slowly slid into Dan's car, still biting her lower lip, trembling with nervousness. She stayed silent until Dan started the car, and only took a breath after he had pulled away. Relaxing, she looked down and rearranged the skirt of her sundress on her legs as she crossed them. But then she looked back up, glaring at the lifeguard. "Dan! I can't believe you did that!" He shrugged, raising a hand to adjust his sunglasses. "You have a problem with it?" "Yes!" The cheerleader kept glaring, and crossed her arms. "It was so nervewracking! What if they figure out you're lying? What if they figure out...that...that..." Dan laughed as he glanced over at Trisha, eyeing her over his sunglasses. Her strapless dress was starting to slump down her petite frame, and she carefully tugged it back up over her chest. Her feet barely touched the floor of his car; her bare shoulders were firm as she crossed her arms, over her slim waist and under her plump chest. Even as angry as she was, she was still struggling to finish her sentence. "That I fucked your brains out?" He finished it for her. "More than once? And with the help of a couple friends?" He grinned as he watched the cheerleader blush at his words. "...yeah," Trisha said, finally. "That. Just...don't come by my house anymore, okay?" Somehow, what had started out as her yelling at him had become a pleading request. Why did he come to get me?? Doesn't he know how dangerous that was...how easily my mom could have figured out he was lying? Trisha glared down at her bare knees. And...he used Britney's name. That was the first time he mentioned her in front of me... "I don't know, Trisha," Dan replied. "I've never seen anything like the way you were yesterday. I was already attracted to you before, but..." He glanced over at her. "I've never seen anything as sexy as you were in that motel room. You were a totally different girl. You've really become irresistible to me, and I might not be able to stay away. I might not be able to wait until after school anymore to fuck you..." Dan's hand was sliding across the car seat, resting on Trisha's bare knee, just inches from the hem of her sundress. As he spoke, his fingers gently caressed her skin, sliding slowly, gently up, sneaking under the light pink fabric. "Dan, stop, please," Trisha started squirming in her seat, straining against her seat belt, trying to move her slender thighs out of his grip. "I don't want to." But the cheerleader could feel her body flushing, her legs trembling slightly against his fingers. It was already starting. This is always how it happens...I can't control it...my body wants him...I want him... "But Trisha," Dan said, still grinning, still gently sliding his hand up her thigh. "Aren't you going to repay me for driving you to school?" "No...stop it!" Trisha was still squirming, but his hand was firm on her thigh, sliding under the hem of her dress, and she realized that he was only inches from her panties. The feel of his fingers, softly grazing against her legs, strong and firm; it was a feeling that Trisha knew so well, that she identified with every moment of raw sexual encounter that had occurred between her and Dan. It was the same hand that slid around her dainty waist, that had pushed her down on the motel bed or over the couch in his apartment, that grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs open for him without even asking. She hated herself for the way that Dan always used her, teasing and manipulating her into fulfilling every one of his wanton desires. But the cheerleader knew that at moments like these she could never resist him. He's an animal...and he treats me like one too. He just takes my body for his own...he uses me for his pleasure. He reduces me to nothing but my lust. Trisha stared ahead, watching the houses pass by them, her body tense, her mind unable to will herself to push him away. I can't resist him! Just then, Dan's hand slid further up, and suddenly his fingers were gently cupping her pussy, gently pressing into her thin panties, light and soft against her tender flesh. Ohhh... Trisha bit her lower lip, stifling her whimper of pleasure, refusing to cooperate. "Dan," she protested again, "...stop..." The cheerleader squirmed again, but it was a mistake; the movement of her hips buried his fingers deeper into her cunt, sliding up against her pussy lips. She could feel herself starting to grow wet, and she bit down harder on her lip. "Stop, Dan..." Trisha tried again, but to her distress, her protest came out only in a low whisper. His fingers were right over her pussy, pushing so lightly, so teasingly, so that she could just barely feel him against her twat. She could feel her breathing starting to quicken; against her will, she was sagging against the seat, wanting to close her eyes, to give in to her lust, to rock up against his teasing fingertips. "You want me to stop, Trisha?" His fingers were still rubbing, ever so lightly. "Yes..." the cheerleader whispered, her body rigid in the seat, refusing to give in but unable to push him away, unable to resist. "Are you sure?" "Yes..." Dan's arm tensed; for a moment, Trisha thought that he was actually going to listen to her and pull his hand away. But instead, her entire body jolted upwards as she felt his fingers pushing deep, deep against her panties, massaging firmly into her pussy, his fingertips sliding in between her cunt lips, digging the soft material against her tender flesh. She could feel her panties growing damp as her twat responded eagerly to his fingers, aching for more, growing wetter by the second. The cheerleader couldn't take it anymore: a soft whisper burst out of her chest, like it was escaping from a cage. "Ohhhh yesss..." Dan sneered. "You're a liar, my slut." Trisha tried to respond, but all that came out of her open mouth was another tiny whimper of pleasure, reluctant but unstoppable, and the cheerleader felt her slender legs spreading wider on the car seat. Her body was asking for more even as her mind struggled to refuse. The car pulled up to a red traffic light as Trisha squirmed gently against Dan's hand, buried under her dress, grinding against her damp panties. The lifeguard took the opportunity to place his other hand behind the cheerleader's neck, slipping under her loose, wavy brown hair. Trisha felt pressure, and realized that he was pushing her down, forcing her to lean over towards his seat. He wants me to suck his cock. Only a few minutes earlier, Trisha would have been too irritated to refuse. But now, the cheerleader felt a thrill run through her body at the thought of his dick sliding between her lips. Her lust was overflowing out of her soaking cunt into the rest of her body, and obediently, without a word, Trisha quickly leaned across the car, sliding her head under the steering wheel, letting her hair tumble across his knees. His fingers were so delicious against her pussy, massaging, kneading, sliding up and down, making her hips rock and dance in the car seat. Gently, the cheerleader unzipped the lifeguard's fly, and slipped two fingers into the slit of his boxers. Dan had apparently enjoyed watching the petite cheerleader squirm in lust against his fingers; his cock was already half-hard, and Trisha had to tug and rearrange his boxers to slide his shaft through the crack. She could feel it growing to its full length as she wrapped her soft hand around it, sliding down to the base, and she leaned down and parted her lips, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm..." Dan murmured his approval. Trisha could feel the car moving forward again, but she couldn't see anything in her position – seated in the passenger seat, rocking and squirming against his fingers on her cunt, leaning over with her head in his lap, silently slurping on his cock as he drove. The cheerleader dipped her head down, taking his shaft into her lips, hard and firm, feeling the tip of his meat push deep into her mouth. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, steadily guiding it into her plump lips, licking at the shaft, slurping and gulping gently as she bobbed up and down, her soft mouth enveloping his hard meat. She could feel the steering wheel near the back of her head, and his legs shifting as he alternated between the pedals; she could smell the denim scent of his jeans, and her back was starting to hurt from leaning so awkwardly across the car. But she kept sucking his cock, silent except for her wet gurgles and smacks, sliding her mouth and her tongue up and down him, coating his meat with her drool, so much that she could feel it dribbling onto her hand. The entire time, Dan kept his hand against Trisha's bulging cunt, cupping it gently, digging his fingers deep against the fabric of her soaked panties, running them up and down the gentle slopes of her pussy. Her little body was pushing gently against him, thrusting in the car seat, and she whimpered out her pleasure as she slurped down his cock. Oh...oh...yes, just like that... Her lust was spurring her on, and she dipped up and down faster in his lap, gulping him into her mouth, sucking loudly. "Yeah, Trisha...good girl..." Dan was groaning, and Trisha responded with a muffled moan of her own, pushing herself deeper, gliding her lips down his cock as she slurped, feeling him press deep into her mouth, prodding against her soft tongue. The cheerleader felt his hand tugging at the edge of her panties, and suddenly he had pushed them aside, scrunching them against one of her thighs, exposing her hot wet pussy. She let out a gurgled gasp as his bare fingers slid up against her soaked cunt, and she jolted involuntarily in her seat at the burst of pleasure that seared through her body. His fingers were now kneading against Trisha's bare pussy lips, spreading them apart with two fingers and gently running a third along the tender, aching flesh in between. Shudders ran through the petite girl as he lightly slid up and down her twat, sparking jolts of pleasure like a lighted match. Her lust rushed from her pussy through the rest of her, filling her entire body with an eager desire. His cock felt so wonderful in his lips, so smooth and thick, pulsing against her tongue, engorged and throbbing, filling her little mouth so completely. All of her lust was funneled into enthusiastically guzzling down Dan's rod, gulping it down like it was candy, thrusting her face into his lap, wrapping her soft lips tight around his thick shaft and skimming all the way down, sending him plunging deep into her slobbery mouth. Trisha's hair swung back and forth as she eagerly nodded up and down, slurping loudly, balanced across the two car seats, her hips rolling and twisting against his fingers deep in her pussy, her head bobbing as she licked and gulped. The gear shift of Dan's car was pressing into the cheerleader's slim stomach, and the seat belt was pressing against her slender hips as she rocked hungrily into his hand, as it gently massaged her dripping pussy, teasing and tweaking and running across the folds of her aching, hot flesh. Her bare shoulders could be seen working her up and down on Dan's rod; her perky tits, secure in her strapless dress, pressed into the seat each time Trisha bobbed down and slid his cock deep into her mouth. Oh...oh...his fingers feel so good... The petite cheerleader's lust was building, and so was her eagerness for Dan's meat. She impatiently tucked her hair back from her face, pushing it out of the way, and placed both hands on Dan's thigh, supporting herself so that she had better access to gulp down his cock as fast and deep as she could. Now she could cleanly slurp down to the base of his rod in one smooth motion. "Uhhh...fuck, yes!" Dan grunted, as Trisha plunged herself extra-deep down his rod, burying it in her mouth, her tongue hugging the bottom of his shaft, licking hungrily at his meat. Then, the cheerleader felt his hand on the back of her head, directing her, pushing her deep into his lap. She suddenly realized that the car had stopped moving. I can't see what's going on when I'm down here! But her pussy was still crying out for more, her dainty body wriggling and jolting in pleasure as Dan dipped his fingers into her bulging cunt. Trisha obediently let him push her further down, and she breathed deep through her nose before smoothly throating his massive cock, feeling him push past her tongue and shimmy halfway to her stomach. "Yes, fuck!" Dan's hand was tight on Trisha's head, tangled in her hair, and she could feel his hips thrusting up slightly in his seat, unable to resist the cheerleader's soft lips and warm mouth, powering himself deeper into her throat. Her nose was scrunched against his jeans, and she could feel her slobber dribbling down his cock, across his balls, staining the car seat with a wet puddle. Trisha kept her lips locked around the base of his shaft, gurgling loudly, holding her breath for as long as she could. Finally, she slid back up, letting his hard meat glide against her drool-soaked lips and her tongue, catching her breath before deep-throating him once again with a wet slurp. "Ugggh!" Dan's groans were no longer words, only expressions of lust, and his fingers on her cunt were now rubbing faster, an expression of his own excitement, sending the cheerleader's hips into an eager frenzy on the seat, bucking and rocking against his arm. Trisha was moaning too, lost in her pleasure, her petite body gently swaying back and forth in her pleasure, her fingernails digging into Dan's thigh, her toes curling in their heels, all the while as she slurped and gulped at the lifeguard's cock, stuffed balls-deep into her mouth. She was working as fast as she could now, gurgling loudly as her head bounced up and down in his lap, moaning in her efforts, relishing the feeling of his thickness prodding and spearing into her mouth, the taste of his hard rod, stretching her cheeks and pressing into her tongue. A few seconds later, Trisha was out of breath again, and she quickly lifted herself back up his cock, feeling it slide back out of her throat. But just then, Dan's hand gripped the back of her head hard, and she felt him shoving her back down into her lap, her eyes popping wide open with surprise as his slobber-coated cock plunged into her mouth. The petite cheerleader could feel him, turgid and thick against her tongue, throbbing with his lust for her, so deep that she could feel each pulse bursting through his cock in her mouth. She knew what was next. Trisha pushed herself as deep as she could go, gripping his thigh with her hands as she thrust her head forward, her lips wrapped around his shaft and jamming down into his balls. Back and forth she bobbed, balanced over his car seat, his entire dick buried in her mouth, slurping and moaning loudly, her body rocking and thrusting in her own lust. His hand was hard in her hair, pushing her, pressing her. Yes! The cheerleader's lust was mixing with excitement, with an eagerness for his load. Shoot your spunk down my throat! Pump your cum into me! She wanted to shout it out loud, but she couldn't with her mouth and throat full. A moment later, she felt Dan's entire body jerking upwards, pushing his crotch against her slobbery lips, his cock thrusting and shuddering deep in her mouth. 'Fuck, Trisha! FUCK!" Dan yelled out loud, and Trisha felt a huge spasm rush through his cock as his cum spurted forth. The cheerleader had her lips wrapped tight around his meat, and she could feel every jet, bursting out of his balls and shooting through his shaft. But his cock was so deep in her mouth that she didn't even taste it; he was shooting his cum straight down her throat into her stomach. All she had to do was swallow, and she did that eagerly, thirstily gulping his spunk down like it was water, moaning as his seed filled her. Trisha kept his dick buried in her throat as it pulsed and spasmed, only sliding her lips gently back up his swollen meat after he had pumped the last drops of his cum into her mouth. She gasped for breath as she raised her head, peering out of the car. They were already at school; Dan had parked by the curb just outside the front building. Trisha's heart skipped for a moment as she realized that other students might be walking by, but she quickly realized that no one was around. The lifeguard was sagging against his seat, his cock still hanging out of his open fly, grinning as he watched the cheerleader right herself in her seat, wiping her slobbery chin with one hand. The lifeguard's hand was still kneading into Trisha's bare pussy, her panties scrunched to one side, her slender hips rocking against his prowling fingers, her body begging and aching for release. Oh God...I'm so fucking wet. My juices have probably stained his car seat. The cheerleader leaned her head back, thrusting her ample chest forward, bucking in her seat, her body asking for more. "Yes, Dan, yes!" Trisha was trembling now in her desire, her cheeks still flushed from slurping on Dan's cock, her breathing ragged, her mouth open as she panted. As she moaned and bucked, she turned to stare at Dan, and saw that he was grinning evilly. "Good girl, Trisha," Dan said, and just like that, his hand slid back out from under her sundress. For a moment, the cheerleader kept rocking, her body flushed and filled with lust, but her eyes quickly widened, desperate for more, frantically wondering what was wrong. The lifeguard's grin was even wider as he watched the cheerleader, her face rosy pink, her eyes wild and begging. "It's late, Trisha," he said, pointing to the clock. He was right; the cheerleader was nearly twenty minutes past her first class. What?? I don't care! Her lust was so strong, so overwhelming; she needed release! "So what? I don't..." she started to pant, but the lifeguard cut her off, still wearing his evil grin. "No, Trisha, you shouldn't be later than you already are." And to the cheerleader's horror, he leaned over her trembling legs and opened her car door. He can't be serious! "Dan...w-wait..." She squirmed against the seat, her pussy still soaked, her body still flushed and desperate. "I said out, Trisha!" Without warning, the lifeguard fiercely gave Trisha a shove. The cheerleader yelped in surprise as she tumbled out of his car, barely catching her balance on the pavement, her heels scraping. She hastily caught her balance, straightening to turn around to face Dan. But he had already slammed the door shut, and all the cheerleader saw was his car pulling away, tires squealing. Now, the cheerleader was left standing alone on the curb; a petite teenager in a pink sundress and white heels, her hair tumbling down her bare shoulders, looking shocked, confused, and unbelievably horny. Frantically, trying to recover, Trisha smoothed out her strapless dress, tugging it up to make sure it covered her perky tits, smoothing out the hem around her knees. But her pussy was dripping wet, bulging and aching for more, still tingling from the wonderful feeling of Dan's fingers teasing and tweaking it. Trisha cast a quick glance around as she hastily slid her hand under her dress and rearranged her panties back over her dripping cunt. Even the slight motion of sliding the fabric over her twat was torture, wracking her body with quivering desire. She gave a mortified gasp as she realized that there was a tiny spot on her pink dress, clearly visible, right over her crotch. Her pussy was so wet that it had soaked through the cotton fabric. I can't believe he did that to me! The cheerleader thought, her fierce lust quickly overflowing into furious anger. He teased me the entire way over, and then just pushed me out! She felt like screaming out loud. He made me suck his cock, swallow his cum...and then he didn't even let me finish! That bastard! Trisha sighed. Knowing Dan...he probably planned it that way. He wanted to leave me horny all day, wanting him, dreaming of him fucking me the entire time. The worst part was that it was working; even the thought of him fucking her, even just imagining it was enough to send another shudder of lust through the cheerleader's dainty body. Sulking, furious, Trisha turned and quickly walked up the stairs of Eisenhower High. She hurried through the empty halls, trying to compose herself, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs, and the fiery desire burning through her body, the desire to plop down right in the middle of the hall, hitch up her dress, and plunge her own fingers into her soaking wet cunt. God...I can't believe him! I feel like I'm going to burst, I'm so horny! As the cheerleader hurried, she caught a glimpse of Britney in one of the classroom windows, sitting in the back, long legs crossed, looking distinctly uninterested. Is this why Britney told me to stay away from him? Because she knew he would make me lose control? That he would make into his personal slut? Trisha suddenly remembered that at the beginning of the ride, she had tried to squirm out of his reach; she had initially refused to let him touch her at all. Now, all she could think about was him burying his fingers back in her dripping twat. Damnett! Gritting her teeth, the cheerleader rushed to her classroom, trying her best to take control of her unsated lust. Reaching the room, Trisha timidly slipped into her Biology class, apologizing quietly for being late, quickly taking a seat in the back row. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she sat at her desk, watching the petite cheerleader who had interrupted the class, clad in her pink sundress, tightly wrapped around her perky chest and swishing across her slender legs. Trisha did her best to ignore the pulsing desire deep between her thighs, radiating through her body, concentrating on the lesson, listening intently. But it was no use. Ten minutes later, the lights went off, Mr. Jameson switched on the slide projector, and Trisha's mind started to wander. The cheerleader stared hard at the pictures of animal and plant cells, but she couldn't keep her find focused; Dan's fingers had been so achingly good, skimming against her pussy lips barely twenty minutes ago, spreading apart her legs, pressing deep and firm into her little cunt. She was still soaking wet. He's so damn good at teasing me! Then she remembered the feeling of his cock in her mouth, stretching her lips and prodding deep, soft yet smooth, long and thick as it powered into her. She remembered how wonderful it felt to push her lips all the way down his rod, to fill her throat with his shaft, smushing her nose into his thigh, slurping and drooling on his crotch. She remembered his legs moving, pushing his hips up into her plump lips even as he switched between the pedals. That's right...the entire time, he was driving! Trisha knew she was losing control; she was giving in to her body's desires. But her imagination was already slipping away. She was thinking now about how she had sucked his cock even as he was driving, as he was passing dozens of others cars on the street, stopping next to others at red lights and stop signs. She couldn't help thinking about all those other drivers, all of them assuming that the car next to them had only one passenger, not even realizing that a petite cheerleader was bent over the driver's seat, slurping on his rod, thrusting her face into his lap. They didn't realize that Dan was getting a blowjob even as he was right next to them...getting his cock sucked by a naughty girl...by a dirty slut... The cheerleader shuddered slightly, her lust building, her pussy dripping with desire. It was dirty, it was naughty and slutty; slurping on his dick in broad daylight, barely out of sight from dozens of other people. I was so filthy! Trisha felt her slender legs trembling in lust, her body crying out for more, her hips tense in her seat. Gently, desperately, the cheerleader gently grinded against her chair, just once, feeling the hard material rub against her little sundress, slightly pressing into her panties. Even that little motion, even the slightest pressure was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through the quivering cheerleader. Ohhhh! Involuntarily, without even thinking, one of Trisha's hands slid off her desk and onto her lap, resting on top of her dress between her thighs, only a few inches from her bulging, aching, red-hot twat. She glanced around at the desks around her. The girl to her right was busy taking notes; the boy on her left was staring the other way, out the window. No one was paying attention to her. Her hand moved slightly up her thigh, trembling slightly, and the petite cheerleader could feel her breathing quicken. I was slurping on his rod while he drove...and at the end, he parked in the school parking lot, right by the sidewalk! He was parked at the curb while I was deep-throating him, while I was swallowing his spunk! Gently, so gently, the hand was sneaking further, inching towards her pussy, drawn towards it by the pulsing desire running through her body, unable to resist the wild desire that had built up in the cheerleader. What if someone walked by the curb? If they had looked in they could have seen me! Trisha suddenly realized that if someone had walked by, she wouldn't have noticed; her head had been buried in Dan's lap, completely blind to anything around the car. For all she knew, the sidewalk had been full of students walking to class. Every one of them could have peered into the window and seen her, a petite cheerleader, barely five feet tall, with Dan's hand buried under her sundress, squirming and bucking against his fingers, bobbing up and down on his rod as she slurped, as he pushed her head further into his lap with his other hand. Every single one of them could have seen me gulping down his cock, like a naughty slut! My hips rocking, my legs spread, my lips locked around his shaft...they could have seen all of it! Oooh... It was so nasty to think about, but it only made Trisha flush with pleasure. Ohhh God...I must have looked so naughty! It was too much. Silently, the cheerleader felt her hand cautiously sneak into the center of her lap, resting on her crotch, on top of her soaked pussy. Desperately, Trisha pushed gently into her sundress, her fingers thrusting the material in between her quivering legs, rubbing slightly against her cunt. She was so horny; she felt like her entire body was tingling with fire, and even the slight movement against her pussy sent a shudder running through her dainty body. In the middle of the darkened classroom and as the teacher was talking, seated between two dozen other students, the cheerleader silently dug her fingers further into her dress, between her legs, and she felt them through the material, sliding against her panties, rubbing just barely against her aching cunt. Trisha gasped softly at the feeling, desperately trying to hide her pleasure. The cheerleader's eyes were wide as she stared around her, on guard for any sign that anyone had noticed her. Part of her knew how crazy this was; how dangerous it was. I'm rubbing myself in the middle of a classroom! In plain sight! What if I get caught?? But she couldn't help it. Her lust was coursing through her veins, it had taken over her body, and even as her mind flickered with anxiety, she felt her fingers dig further between her thighs. She began to take in short, quick breaths, and her other hand grabbed the desk hard as she silently, secretively began to slide her fingers up and down her pussy. Ohhh! Immediately, the jolt of pleasure burst through her dainty body, her fingers pushing the soft fabric of her soaked panties against her tender twat, lightly riding across her pussy lips, tweaking and teasing her aching flesh. She clamped her lips shut, breathing as quietly as possible, tensing her arm so she could hide the gentle sliding motion of her hand buried in her lap as best as she could. But she could feel her legs spreading slightly in her chair, her back arching and growing rigid, her hips quivering as her body responded to the pleasure. The slide projector clicked as it switched between images. The teacher kept talking, turning to point at the screen then turning back to face the dark classroom. There was the sound of pencils moving on paper as students took notes. It was like any other normal class; but in the back of the room, seated between two other desks and in plain sight, the petite cheerleader was eagerly fingering her cunt through her dress, biting on her lip to stay quiet, hiding her quivers and shudders of pleasure. Above the desk, Trisha did her best to look normal; her pouty face slightly flushed but otherwise expressionless, her eyes wide but staring ahead at the slides like everyone else, her bare slender shoulders rigid with effort but unnoticeable. Beneath the desk, though, she couldn't control her lust; her legs were spread wide, trembling with desire. Her hips were gently grinding into her seat, rocking in rhythm with her kneading fingers, pushing gently up against her hand, hot with pleasure as she pushed deeper into the fabric of her dress and her panties. Her eyes started to lose focus as she remembered every sensation of Dan's cock; the texture of his meat against her tongue, the way he powered into her mouth, stretching and prodding, the feeling of his warm cum in her throat. It was so hard to resist that wonderful dick; it had to be the that reason Trisha could never say no to Dan. She squirmed and rocked in her seat, desperately trying to hide it, her hand buried in between her thighs, the hem of her dress slowly riding further and further up her slender legs as the material bunched between her fingers, caught in her eager, wild rubbing. Every muscle in her body was tense and rigid, trying to hide the jolts of pleasure bursting out from her pussy as she teased and tweaked it with her own fingers. Now, as she trembled with hungry pleasure, she imagined climbing across Dan's car and straddling him in his seat, planting her slender legs around his, hitching her sundress up around her waist, mounting him as he parked at the curb, in broad daylight. She imagined sinking slowly down on his erect prick, guiding it into her dripping wet pussy, feeling it pierce into her, filling her so completely, her snug cunt wrapping around his shaft like a sleeve. Yes...yes... With each second, the cheerleader was losing herself more and more to her lust. Trisha was panting now, as quietly as possible, her perky chest straining against the strapless dress. Her fingers were hard and firm against her cunt, buried between her legs, her arm stiff with effort as she gently bucked into her hand. Her legs were spread wide and her frantic rubbing had scrunched up so much of her dress in her lap that most of her slender thighs were now exposed. Trisha suddenly realized that if anyone turned around to look, they would have a clear view of the cheerleader's panties, peeking out from under her bunched-up dress, soaked with her juices as she kneaded and massaged into it. Anyone can see me now, she thought, casting a furtive glance around the darkened room. Just a slight turn of the head and they would see her, stiff in her seat, her cheeks rosy, panting as if she were in heat, her dress riding up nearly to her hips. And her bare shoulders and arms, rigid with effort as she dug her hand deeper and deeper into her cunt, rubbing up and down, fingering herself in the middle of class, with other students only a few feet from her. This is crazy! This is beyond crazy! But she couldn't stop, no matter how shocked she was at her own brazenness; she couldn't pull her fingers away from her dripping pussy. All she could think about was riding Dan's cock in his car, her dainty body bouncing on his lap, cramped in his car seat, the car rocking back and forth with her efforts. Her bucking and rocking, clearly visible from outside, her hair and tits flopping with the force of their fucking. He would reach up and yank my dress down my chest, and then he would grab my boobs, and he'd force me down on him! He'd push me down on his rod, he'd plunge his cock so deep in my pussy; so rough and hard in my aching, desperate pussy! A vicious jolt of pleasure gushed through the cheerleader, and Trisha felt it overwhelming her body, breaking the last of the tiny, fragile control she was fighting to keep. Her fingers were so deep, so firm against her tender, soft twat, and she felt her mouth opening, as if her lust was forcing it open, as if there was so much carnal desire in her body that it had to be thrust out of her. Before she could stop it, Trisha felt a soft moan slipping between her open lips. "Ooooh...." Oh no! As soon as the noise escaped, she quickly clamped her mouth shut, mortified, certain that someone had heard her and would catch her in the act. She stared straight ahead, her mouth open, her eyes wide in fear, and a moment later she heard something thump off the desk to her left, as if someone had just dropped something in surprise. Oh no...he saw me! Slowly, the cheerleader turned her head to look. She was right! The boy to her left was staring straight at all, mouth agape, totally speechless, too shocked to even look away. Trisha couldn't blame him either, imagining what he was seeing. A petite cheerleader, barely over five feet tall, her slender body clad in her strapless pink sundress, trembling in her seat. Her eager fingering had bunched up so much of the material that her panties were now poking out the bottom, her slender legs exposed and spread, her toes curling in her heels. Her hips were rocking and squirming against her hand; her hand, buried in between her thighs, rubbing up and down, obviously tweaking and kneading into her pussy. She knew he could see the motion of her wrist, gently pushing into the fabric of her dress, sliding against the material with quick, eager motions. The cheerleader's cheeks blushed fiercely as she stared back at the boy who had caught her, and she felt a rush of embarrassment. She had to stop! Quickly, she told herself to take her hand away, to get a hold of herself. But for some reason, her hand wouldn't listen. Her pleasure was rushing through her in waves, through her trembling legs and her rigid, slender back, running across her hips and radiating through her skin. Her lust had taken over her body, and it was like it was separated from her mind now, like her pussy had some kind of power over her hand, forcing it to massage into her aching flesh even as she tried her best to pull her arm away. Stop it, Trisha! Stop it! Over and over she told herself, but her body wouldn't listen to her. So she stayed exactly as she was, staring straight back at the boy as she continued to finger herself, her hips rocking in her seat, her hand buried in her lap, massaging her twat, the fabric of her dress sliding across her thighs as she rubbed up and down her cunt. The boy was still staring at her, struck frozen by shock, eyes wide and mouth open. Trisha thought that his name was Stan, though she wasn't sure; she faintly remember him being one of the seniors on the swimming team. His pencil had slipped out of his hand and rattled to the floor, but he hadn't even noticed it. All he could do was stare at Trisha and watch her, masturbating in the middle of class, her legs spread wide, her back arched in her seat so that her perky tits strained against her strapless dress, her bare shoulders rigid as she drove her hand deeper and harder into her eager pussy. Even as horny as she was, the cheerleader was shocked at her own rashness. She knew that being watched was always a turn-on for her, but this was way beyond anything she could have imagined. This is over the line! What if he says something? What if the teacher catches me?? But even as those thoughts raced through her head, all the cheerleader could do was press her hand further into her cunt, her legs quivering as the pleasure rushed through her, her fingers frantically gliding and skimming into her tender pussy through her dress. It was like she was in a dream; so shocked at her own behavior, but at the same time so overwhelmed by her lust that she couldn't stop fingering herself, even after she knew she had been caught. This is all Dan's fault! The cheerleader's mind was whirling. He teased me so badly... The sensations of the lifeguard's fingers against her pussy were still so fresh in her mind; and imagining his cock was so wonderful, picturing it thrusting deep into her, stuffing her little canal. Ohhh...what I wouldn't give to have his cock pumping into me right now! The cheerleader couldn't help it; all her lust-addled mind could think about now was Dan's cock, and the way he had filled her mouth that morning, stuffing her full with his shaft, shooting his cum into her throat. The way he fucked her was always so deliciously rough, so hard; it was exactly what her tender, aching twat needed right at this moment! Ohhhh Goddd... The cheerleader closed her eyes and arched her head back, and for a moment she completely forgot about Stan watching her, and all she could think about was Dan's thick manhood, pumping and powering into her petite body, violating her, filling her tiny cunt so completely. She felt her fingers rubbing frantically at her cunt, her hips rocking hungrily in her seat, her pussy dripping wet, begging for more. So deep...just the way a bad little slut like me deserves! A hard, rough fucking! That's all I want now...a thick cock in my pussy, balls-deep, thrusting and pumping and pounding and plunging... In that instant, Trisha suddenly knew that she couldn't take it anymore. Without warning, the cheerleader stood up from her seat, ignoring the rest of the class, ignoring the teacher as he stared at her. Not even saying a word, she quickly slipped out from behind her desk, heading for the door. On the way there, she slipped one hand around Stan's shoulder, grabbing him, dragging him with her. He stumbled out of his seat as well, looking completely confused, tripping as the cheerleader pulled him out of the classroom behind her. "H-hey...what the hell...what's going on!" Trisha wasn't even listening. She was still dragging him down the hall, one hand wrapped around his arm, and she was running as fast as she could with him stumbling behind her. "Hey...Trisha...what's the matter with you??" He tried again, but the cheerleader ignored him. A few seconds later she found what she wanted; a darkened classroom, empty, and she eagerly wrenched open the door, rushing inside with Stan in tow. "What the fuck? What the hell, Trisha?" As soon as the cheerleader turned to face him, he could see the wild desire in her eyes. Trisha's lust was bursting through her, making her legs weak with desire, her body flushed and screaming out for release. And her pussy, dripping wet, soaked and teased and desperate, begging for something to fill it. I need to be fucked...by anyone! Any cock will do! I just need one NOW! She still didn't even bother responding; she was too impatient. Instead, the petite cheerleader thrust herself up on her tip-toes, wrapping her arms around Stan and pulling him down into a deep kiss. As soon as their lips parted, Trisha sank down to a squat, her face level with his hips, her legs spread wide. One hand quickly slid down to her crotch, hitching up the hem of her sundress, pushing it over her waist, exposing her soaked panties. The other hand went to the fly of Stan's jeans. "What the –" Stan was sputtering, completely bewildered as he stared down at the frantic cheerleader. "Trisha, what are you – " "Ohhhh...." A moan burst out of the cheerleader's lips, and Stan fell silent. She had just wrenched aside her panties, and now, finally, Trisha was sinking her fingers into her bare, dripping cunt, feeling the juices soak her fingertips, feeling the soft skin plunge between her aching pussy lips. Stan's eyes widened as he watched the cheerleader eagerly plow two fingers deep into her soaking twat, burying them to the knuckle, her little body shaking in relief and satisfaction as they filled her. "T-Trisha...holy shit..." "Take off your pants, Stan!" Trisha said, finally, the first words she had spoken to him. Even as she said it, her two fingers were plunging in and out of her soaked pussy, glistening with her juices, stretching her tight canal. "It's...it's Steve..." "Whatever!" Trisha's eyes were wild and frantic, completely overwhelmed with her lust. She had kept it below the surface for so long, dealing with Dan's teasing, doing her best to hide her pleasure in the middle of that classroom; now she needed release like never before. "Just take them off!" Her entire body shuddered and jolted in joy as she continued to shove her fingers deep into her cunt, fucking herself, feeling her juices dribble down her knuckles and onto her hand. Steve still wasn't moving. Impatiently, the cheerleader grabbed his fly, tearing and yanking at it like an animal. Finally, it loosened, and Trisha quickly yanked it to his ankles, followed by his boxers. Steve was so shocked that he didn't stop her; he just stood frozen, still confused, not understanding what had thrown this petite, cute cheerleader into such a frenzy. He was so surprised that he wasn't even hard; his limp dick hung out now, dangling in front of Trisha's face. I'll fix that real quick! The cheerleader eagerly dipped her head down and lapped Steve's soft cock into her mouth, gulping it in smooth, soft motion. The feel of her soft lips around his meat jolted him out of his trance, and he gasped again as he stared down at Trisha. "Holy...holy fuck!!!" At the same moment, Trisha inserted a third finger into her sopping cunt, her body bucking upwards as she felt pleasure surge through her, her lust growing as her twat stretched to accommodate it. She moaned around the cock in her mouth. Her legs were spread wide even as she crouched in front of Steve, her arm rigid as she pumped her own pussy. Three fingers now, driving in and out of her cunt, plunging into the soft envelope of her twat. Steve was staring down at her with eyes so wide that they seemed to bulge out of his school. This was a sight straight out of a wet dream; a dainty, cute cheerleader, barely five feet tall with a perky chest and a slender waist, framed cleanly in her strapless sundress, the hem tossed over her hips, revealing her slim, dainty legs. She was crouched in front of him, digging her fingers deep into her dripping, pink pussy, gulping down his shaft. Without even a word of explanation, this sweet little brunette was hungrily sucking on his cock while she fingered herself. Trisha felt Steve's cock growing in her mouth as she hungrily licked and slurped on it – the second cock in my mouth today, she thought. His eyes were still wide as he gaped down at her, as she bucked and rolled her hips into her fingers, as she wrapped her lips tight around his steadily swelling dick. She could feel him stiffening against her tongue, reacting to the gorgeous sight of the little cheerleader stuffing her twat with her own fingers while she slurped on his meat. He's getting hard. Only a few more seconds. "Ah...ahhh!" Steve was gasping, still staring down at Trisha, unable to form words as he felt the cheerleader's slobbery lips gliding across his growing dick. His shaft was pulsing between her lips, blood rushing to it, filling his organ as she bathed it with her soft mouth. "Trisha! F-fuck!" The second cock in my mouth today... she thought again. Just like Dan's cock, plunging into my mouth, throbbing against my lips, pulsing as he shot his cum down my throat... She relished the same sensation; the hard meat between her lips, firm and hot. He was pushing me down into his lap...he was so rough, like always! If only we had more time...I could have rode that hard cock! At that moment, she eagerly slipped his meat out of her lips, watching it spring upwards, fully engorged, ready for action. She quickly stood up, pulling her sopping fingers out of her twat. Even in her heels, the petite cheerleader was several inches shorter than Steve, but she planted both hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, hard. She knew what she wanted. He stumbled back and gave a gasp as he collapsed into one of the chairs behind him, just barely managing to keep himself from sliding off. Before Steve even had a chance to recover, Trisha had stepped forward, straddling him, one heel planted on either side of the chair. Her dress was still hitched up around her waist, and she was still wearing her panties too, hastily pushed to one side, her soaked pussy now hovering just inches over his hard cock. Now she gently lowered herself down onto him, taking his cock in one hand and guiding it slowly, gently, into her swollen cunt. "Ohhhh!" "F-fuck!!!" The two of them moaned together. Steve was too shocked to move, too disbelieving to even wrap his mind around the petite cheerleader that was eagerly fucking his cock. Trisha could feel the pleasure washing over her like hot water, sating her desperate desire at last as her pussy sank down on his prick. She could feel him stabbing into her, thick and hard in her tight canal, filling and stretching her. Her lust raced through her, making her entire body flush with carnal desire. Trisha placed both hands on Steve's shoulders for balance, and eagerly, hungrily, she began to pump his cock. With her heels firm on the ground, the petite cheerleader thrust her legs up and down, bouncing in his lap, feeling his cock power in and out of her aching twat with each movement. Steve gasped and instinctively bucked up against her, his hips colliding with hers, sending his rod spearing deep into her soft cunt. "YES!" Trisha cried, her fingers tightening around his shoulders, and she eagerly bucked back against him, slamming her hips down on his legs, burying him in her pussy. Now they were re-enacting her fantasy of fucking in Dan's car; her bouncing on his lap, pumping with her legs, their hips colliding as she slid up and down on his rod. The cheerleader closed her eyes as she imagined herself in Dan's car seat. Instead of throwing her out like in real life, his lust for her body was still unquenched, and she imagined him pulling her onto his lap. She would be sandwiched between him and the steering wheel, bucking and rocking on top of him, riding his cock like a cowgirl. Now, Trisha closed her eyes and rode Steve in the same way, thrusting herself back and forth on his lap, his cock plunging in and out of her soaked cunt, filling the little cheerleader completely. Trisha could see Dan's car rocking back and forth in her mind as they fucked, her legs tense as she bounced on his car seat. She saw herself sliding her hands through Dan's hair as she rode him, and now she did the same to Steve, running her fingers up his neck and through the dark curls on the back of his head as she bounced on top of him. His dick powered into her pussy, hard and fast, buried to the hilt each time her hips slammed down on his lap. There was a loud slap every time Trisha's thighs collided with Steve's, his balls pressing against her cunt as he stuffed her full, her hair flopping in the air as she wildly, eagerly pumped herself on his meat, her heels scraping on the floor, her legs tense with the effort of bucking up and down on top of him. "Ohhh! Ohhh!" Trisha's eyes were shut tight and her mouth was wide open, her cheeks rosy, and she moaned her pleasure out loud, over and over. She felt Steve's hands tightening around her slim waist; he finally seemed to be getting into it, and his grip was hard on her dainty frame, helping her to slam down on his cock, pulling her up and down in time with her eager thrusts and pumps. Trisha could feel the chair rock back and forth, creaking in protest as he began to jut his own hips off the seat and into hers, pistoning his dick deep into her soft twat. "Yes! Yes!" Trisha wailed, arching her body and throwing her head back, her hands tightening in Steve's hair. "More!" She was panting, her body rearing and bucking against his, jamming his cock in and out of her twat, each deep thrust punctuated by the slap! of their hips colliding, echoing through the empty classroom. Lost in her fantasy, the cheerleader imagined Dan grabbing her just like Steve, sliding his hands around her slender waist, grabbing hold of her, roughly shoving her down on his prick, forcing her to take every inch of him each time she slammed herself down on his lap in his car. Ohhh...he would be so rough...he'd take me and power into me...he'd yank me by the waist, pulling me against his cock! Trisha let out a long, eager moan as the image flashed through her mind. Or he'd take hold of my dress and yank it down! Without even asking, he'd shove it down and handle my tits, and he'd yank me down on his cock by my tits instead of my waist... "Pull down my dress!" the cheerleader yelled out instantly, still bucking on top of Steve's, still with her eyes closed and her head arched back. "Grab my tits!" "Ahhh...fuck yeah!" Steve gladly obeyed. His hands slid up Trisha's slim, petite body, enjoying the feeling of her slender curves, arched and rigid as she eagerly rocked up and down, riding his cock. Finally he reached her chest, her tits bouncing in her bodice as she bucked against him, and he hurriedly tugged the tight fabric down, down, all the way to her stomach, revealing Trisha's perky boobs in their full splendor. They were two soft, perfect mounds, the nipples puffy and red with the cheerleader's lust, poking out from her slim, dainty frame. Freed from the dress, they were now bouncing up and down in rhythm with Trisha's eager fucks, flopping in time with her long hair, which was flying back and forth over her bare shoulders as she pumped herself against Steve's cock. Ohhhh!!! Trisha yelped out her pleasure as she felt Steve's hands groping her bare tits, harshly squeezing and gripping them in pure eagerness, his roughness sending a fierce jolt of pleasure through the cheerleader's grinding body. Her pretty pink sundress was now nothing but a band of color around her waist; the hem hitched up over her hips, showing off every inch of her slim legs, taut with effort as she pumped herself on Steve's cock, her toes curled and stiff in her heels. With the strapless top yanked down, Trisha's petite figure was on full display, her perky chest bouncing, her hair flopping across her bare, slim back with each thrust. Barely five feet tall, the eighteen-year-old cheerleader wildly thrust herself against Steve's cock, burying it inside of her, feeling it stuff her full, piercing so deep into her flushed, desperate little body. Steve was rocking his own hips into hers as she bucked, and the chair was now scraping and sliding across the floor, between Trisha's quivering legs, creaking with each thrust. "Yes! Oh GOD yes!" The cheerleader's wails had turned into screams, her chest heaving as she panted in effort, throwing her little body against Steve's, desperate to fill her pussy each time with the full length of his hard cock. Her eyes were still closed, and she felt Steve's hands on her tits as if they were Dan's, harsh and rough. She saw in her mind the lifeguard grabbing hold of her chest, yanking her little body against his, forcing her to slam down against his cock, filling her each time with that wonderful prick. Trisha quivered with lust as she imagined herself; petite and cute, her sundress yanked down to her waist, her tits flopping as she bucked in Dan's car. And parked by the curb, too! Oooh yes! She could see it now, his car parked by the school, her riding and fucking him in broad daylight, her yelps and cries so loud that they burst out of the car, audible in the parking lot. Anybody walking by would be able to see her dainty frame, wildly pumping Dan's rod, riding him in a frenzy, stuffing her twat with his meat. Parked right outside school, while students and teachers were walking by...while my class was going on inside! Trisha's hips were working furiously now, grinding against Steve's, her legs stiff and trembling, her body flailing in wild lust. My tits would be flopping in Dan's hands, for everyone to see. My dress hitched up around my waist! She imagined random strangers walking by, shocked at the sight of her, fucking in plain sight. She imagined their faces; some of them purely shocked, but some of them clouded with lust; boys' and mens' eyes darkening as they admired her petite body eagerly thrusting against Dan's, lost in her lust. She imagined them thinking about fucking her themselves. One by one, each in turn, just like in the hotel room! Like a cheerleader slut! Like a dirty whore! "YES!" Trisha screamed, her petite body thrashing on top of Steve's, her full weight throw back and forth on the creaking chair, her pussy engulfing his cock, burying him balls-deep in her aching, swollen canal. Each thrust by her bucking hips and legs sent his cock plunging deep into her twat, filling every inch of her flushed body with his manhood, stuffing her cunt with fierce, powerful strokes. She could feel his lust throbbing through his prick, deep inside of her, his hands harsh and rough on her soft tits, his groans drowned out by Trisha's wild screams. "YESSSS! YES!!!" The cheerleader was completely lost to her fantasy, and now all she could see in her mind was her own petite body, thrashing and flailing on top of Dan's lap just as she was bouncing on Steve's cock in real life. All she could think about was the sheer nastiness of it, of riding a hard, stiff cock right outside of her school, for everyone to see, with her sundress yanked down to her waist and her hair flopping across her flushed body. "Ahhhh!" Steve burst out with a load groan. Trisha felt his grip tightening around her tits, his hips bucking even harder against hers, sending her little body reeling upwards, powering his meat deep, so deep into her. "T-Trisha! Oh fuck!" The cheerleader felt his entire body stiffen, his balls tense, his cock throbbing as he pumped her twat hard, as she bounced and thrashed on his lap. He was swelling even more inside of her, filling her sopping, swollen cunt, and Trisha knew what was next. "YES! Yes, please!" she screamed out, begging and pleading for his climax. All Steve saw was the petite cheerleader, eyes closed, rocking against his dick, with her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs straddling him, her back arched and her head thrown back and her naked chest thrust out for him to grope her soft tits. But he didn't know that she was lost in imagining that Dan was the one fucking her, hard and rough, the full length of his thick, pulsing cock plunging into her tight cunt, each thrust so powerful that it burst through her entire trembling body. Trisha relished the thought in her mind, of his hard pumps and thrusts rocking the entire car back and forth for everyone to see, of her bouncing so eagerly, so wildly on top of him that her dainty body was thrown into the steering wheel, the dashboard, the car's roof. Her hair was flying everywhere; her screams were echoing across the parking lot. Now, as she felt Steve's cock throbbing and tensing inside of her, she thought about Dan cumming in her pussy, filling her yet again with his seed, his cock so deep that she would feel each spurt pulsate through her body. First he pumped his cum down my throat...now he would shoot it deep in my twat! He would use me the way he always does, like a filthy slut, a dirty cum whore! Nothing but a petite body to fill with his cum! Every inch of her quivered with lust at the thought of it – of her, violated and ravished, thrashing and flailing on Dan's cock. Her body ached for Dan's cum, and she couldn't hold in her fantasy any longer. "YES! Cum in me! Cum in my cunt!" Trisha's screams echoed out in the empty classroom, her entire quivering body thrown into riding the cock to its climax. "Ahhhh FUCK!" Steve's hands slid down to Trisha's waist, and he grabbed her petite body and pulled her down hard, forcing her to stay seated on his lap, her hips grinding into his. At the same time, he bucked upwards into her with all his strength, sending his cock powering deep into her cunt, filling her, so that the cheerleader could feel every pulse of his cock pump through her stuffed pussy. With another loud cry, Steve's cum gushed forth, flooding Trisha's twat with his warm, thick seed. Trisha eagerly rocked back and forth on his lap, her head still thrown back and eyes still closed, and the feeling of him spurting and throbbing inside of her sent her own body into a wild spasm of carnal pleasure. "YES! OHHHH YES!!!" Trisha's scream was ear-splitting, and even as her quivering body continued to rock on Steve's lap, even as he held her tight and pumped his load into her pussy, one of the cheerleader's hands flew down to her clit, fingering the bulging nub and rubbing at it furiously. With two fingers she kneaded eagerly into it, her fingertips almost touching the base of Steve's cock, buried in her swollen twat. An uncontrollable gush of pleasure rushed through the cheerleader's body, and Trisha jolted upwards in lust. She could see Dan's face now in her mind, fierce and animalistic. His face, hungry, driven half-crazy by his lust for Trisha – for his nasty slut, his mistreated, violated, dirty cheerleader. "YES DAN, YES!!! SHOOT YOUR CUM IN ME, DAN!! OHHHH GOD!" Trisha felt her body buck hard against Steve's, her legs spasming uncontrollably, her heels scraping on the floor as her orgasm rushed forth. The convulsions of her pussy were radiating through the rest of her flushed body, through her arched back and her naked tits, through her flushed cheeks and heaving chest – through her stomach, where Dan had already deposited a load of his cum. "YES, YES, DAN!!!" The cheerleader couldn't stop the screams from rushing out of her ravaged, flushed body. "YES!!!!" She wished that it was Dan who was pumping his seed into her twat; that it wasn't just some random student but the lifeguard who had fucked her so many times before, who had used her like a nasty slut, who had taken advantage of her time and time again. Her body quivered and trembled at the thought of accepting Dan's cum, and she kept rubbing at her clit, fueling the wild rushes of pleasure, riding Steve's pulsing cock to the rhythm of her pussy's orgasmic spasms. Finally, Trisha sagged against him, gasping for breath, her eyes still closed. "Huh? Who's...Dan?" But the cheerleader wasn't even listening. In the next moment, Trisha had dismounted from Steve's lap, and she plopped herself down on the ground in front of him, her legs spread wide, the top of her dress still yanked down to her stomach, the bottom still thrown back over her slender hips. Steve watched in shock as the cheerleader once again plunged her own hand into her sopping, swollen cunt, soaking her fingers with her own juices and his just-deposited cum. Eyes still closed, like she was in a trance, the cheerleader raised her dripping fingers to her mouth and began to eagerly suck them clean. Trisha shuddered in delight as the bitter taste hit her taste buds. It's Dan's cum, she told herself happily. The same cum he forced me to gulp down in his car...the same cum he shot into my pussy in front of all his friends, after I fucked all of them in that hotel room...Trisha licked her lips and quickly dug her hand back into her cunt for more, coating her fingers in the gooey spunk that was now dribbling down onto the cold classroom floor. Hurriedly she lapped it up again, savoring the taste of her own pleasure. It was only after the third trip from her pussy to her mouth that Steve worked up the courage to interrupt her. "Trisha...? Who's Dan?" "Wha?" The cheerleader opened her eyes and broke out of her trance. Steve was still seated on the chair, his half-hard cock still out, his pants around his ankles. His mouth was wide open, and so were his eyes; he couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of Trisha, petite and dainty, shamelessly seated on the floor in front of him with her perky tits out, her slim legs spread, showing off her naked, bright red pussy, with three soaked fingers buried deep inside. The cheerleader gave a meek shrug, and quickly pulled her hand out of her twat, regaining her senses. "Umm...it's...it doesn't matter." Now Trisha understood why she always let Dan control her the way he did. On the surface, she hated the way he forced her to do things even when she didn't want to, the way he used her for his own pleasure, with no concern for her own life or her dignity. But deep down, she loved it: she loved being the whore, she loved being reduced to nothing but a soft pussy to be fucked and filled with cum. Fucking Steve in a classroom wasn't enough for her. She needed it to be someone like Dan, who was using her, who made her feel dirty and violated and taken advantage of. She needed to be treated like a slut. "Is he...is that why you were...you know...masturbating in class?" "It doesn't matter," Trisha repeated, slowly getting to her feet, carefully rearranged her dress back over her tits and her swollen cunt. I just can't help myself. I can't help it...being manipulated by Dan just turns me on. What can I do? "Umm...thanks Steve...I guess. I just – " But at that moment, there was a huge crash in the back of the classroom. One of the huge storage cabinets had just rattled and shook. Trisha and Steve both fell silent, staring back at it in shock. A moment later, it shook again, and with a loud yelp, a short, blonde-haired girl tumbled out of it. "Oh shit!!!" Caught in the act and panicking, Steve wrenched up his pants and fled, banging open the classroom door as he left. Trisha was left frozen in place, too shocked to move, her heart pounding. Someone was watching us??? The entire time! The blonde girl gave another gasp, clearly mortified, and she hurriedly rolled herself over and stood up. Trisha gasped too, in shock. It was Mandy! "Mandy! What the hell are you doing here??" Mandy slowly stood up, pulling her neat blonde hair out of her face, staring at the ground, clearly humiliated. Her lips parted, but for a moment she sputtered only in silence. Finally she burst out. "I-I'm sorry Trisha! I'm so sorry! I...I'll just leave!" Trisha's friend began to hurriedly walk towards the door, but the cheerleader stepped forward and stopped her. Mandy was blushing a bright red, and her eyes were still on the floor; she was too embarrassed to look at Trisha. This is so weird...Mandy just caught me bucking and riding some random guy's cock...and she's the one that's ashamed? "Don't leave, Mandy! It's...okay. Just tell me what's going on." Cut off from the door, Mandy hurriedly walked to the other side of the room, and sat down in a chair, still looking mortified. Cautiously, Trisha sat down next to her. "I...it's nothing. I'm sorry, Trisha." "Why do you keep apologizing? I don't get it." Mandy was silent. The girl placed her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, still unable to look at Trisha. "U-um...nothing! Don't...it's just nothing!" After another moment of silence, she tried to get up again. "I should leave!" "Mandy!" Trisha grabbing her by the wrist. "Look at me! Just tell me what's going on!" Finally, Mandy glanced up. Her friend's light blue eyes were so ashamed. What's going on? At last, Mandy burst out, her voice cracking, throwing her hands up in distress. "I couldn't help it Trisha!" she wailed. "I...I saw you in the parking lot, with that guy! And then you went to class...and...and I had a free period, so I had nothing to do..." She seemed almost on the verge of tears. "And...then I heard a noise, a-and I saw you taking Steve somewhere...a-and I followed you..." Trisha gaped. "Hey, Mandy, slow down! What are you talking about?" "I...I need your help, Trish! I try not to think about it, and I try to ignore all my feelings, but I can't anymore! Ever since...since that one night...I can barely concentrate! I just...I just want..." Trisha was utterly confused. "You just want...what?" Mandy gulped. "Well, I want...you know...to do what you do." Trisha shook her head. "I don't get it." She has to be more specific... "I want...um..." Mandy gestured aimlessly in the air for a moment, but finally she gave up, staring down at the floor. "I want...to have sex." Trisha blinked. She was speechless. "And...and I followed you because..." Mandy blurted out, continuing, too embarrassed to stop now. "...because, I thought maybe...it would help me figure out how." Still confused, Trisha shook her head. "Figure out how to what...?" Mandy gulped again. "Well, um...we've been trying to keep it really quiet, but you know that guy Jon, from my English class?" Trisha nodded. "Well...he and I have been going out for a month or so." Trisha gasped, momentarily distracted by the gossip, reverting back to her normal teenage-girl mode. "You HAVE?? Why didn't you tell me? How did it happen??" 'I...well...um..." Quickly, Trisha realized this wasn't the time for those questions. "I'm sorry, Mandy, forget it. Okay, so...I guess you want to have sex with Jon, right?" Mandy nodded. "But...I don't know what to do." Trisha gulped, shifting awkwardly in her seat. "Um...well...I mean, can't you ask Jon about that?" Mandy shook her head immediately, her blonde hair flipping across her face. "No way! He'd just...laugh at me! I'd be too embarrassed! I thought maybe I would just see what you did, since you...you...um..." Since I'm a slut... Trisha thought to herself, but she didn't say it. Instead she asked "Mandy...how did you sneak in that cabinet?" "Oh." The blonde girl looked up at the back of the room, her cheeks still bright red with embarrassment. "I...well...I was standing in the hall for a couple minutes, but I though that was too obvious, so...well, I just came in and hid in the back. And you were, um...you were too busy to notice." Now Trisha felt herself blushing, for the first time, and she couldn't help smiling a bit, imagining Mandy sneaking along the back wall, staring at her and Steve bucking on the chair, not even aware of her presence. "Yeah, okay. I guess that makes sense." "I...I'm sorry, Trish." "It's okay." Trisha smiled at her friend. "But you know...I'm sure there's lot of other ways to find out about sex. Like the internet, or whatever." "Yeah..." Mandy said, sighing and slumping against her seat. "I know. But I want to know what I'm doing with Jon! I want it to be great!" Trisha nodded. "So...um...will you help me?" Mandy looked up, staring at Trisha, her light blue eyes bright and hopeful. The cheerleader smiled back. "Of course I will!" In an instant, Mandy's face burst into a grin, her embarrassment completely gone. "Really??" "Of course, Mandy!" Trisha laughed. "Did you really think I would say no?" Mandy laughed too, softly. "I...I don't know. I thought you might think it was stupid." "No way," Trisha said, as the two of them stood up. Then she paused. "But if I'm helping you with your problem, maybe you can help me with something too." "Of course!" Mandy's face brightened even more; she looked excited at the chance to be more useful. "Well...okay," Trisha said, as the two cheerleaders walked out the classroom. "It's about this guy named Dan..."