Good Girl vs. Slut

"I am so excited to graduate this weekend, Trish. I can't fucking wait!" Britney was facing her locker, with her back to Trisha, her waist-long, blonde hair dangling down her bare back. The head cheerleader was sliding her long, slim legs into a pair of tight-fitting jeans, sliding them over the curves of her hips, up and over her thong. The two girls were the only ones left in the cheerleaders' locker room. Trisha was sitting on the bench behind Britney, still in her cheerleader's uniform, too lost in thought to change. "Yeah..." the brunette said now, absentmindedly, staring down at her lap. "Me too..." Come on, Trisha! Just do it! Just say it! "New things to do, new places to go...new guys to fuck!" Trisha looked up now to see Britney grinning down at her. The head cheerleader was as tall and gorgeous as a model, her sky-blue eyes glittering as she winked. The curly-haired blonde had a body that most girls only dreamed about; her legs gloriously long and slender, her hips curving into a smooth waist, her chest firm and plump and buxom. Britney had just slipped on a snug, low halter top, and now she was adjusting her tits, doing her best to fit each double-D handful into the too-small cups of her blouse. Britney towered over Trisha, especially since the petite brunette was sitting down in front of her. While Britney's figure was curvy and statuesque, Trisha's was pert and dainty; she was barely over five feet tall, her legs lithe and slim, her little hips slender and flared, her C-cup tits impressive but tight and perky. The brunette looked even sweeter and cuter than usual in her cheerleader's uniform, and now the zip-up blouse rose slightly on her slender frame as she took a deep breath, revealing a bit more of her taut tummy. "Britney..." Trisha said, "I...um...I have to tell you something." The head cheerleader's gym bag was plopped on the floor, and now Britney had bent over to rummage through it. From her seat, Trisha had a generous view of the blonde's tits, pushed together and straining against her halter top, already struggling to pop free. "Yeah, what's up?" Britney asked the floor, still rummaging. Trisha took another deep breath. She was absentmindedly picking at the pleats of her cheerleader's miniskirt, nervously fidgeting, unable to bring herself to keep talking. But...I have to! I do! Don't be scared...just be totally honest! The petite brunette steeled herself. "I...I saw you with Dan, Britney." The blonde suddenly froze, still bent over, her hands now deep in her bag but completely still. Slowly, stunned, Britney straightened, her eyes wide with confusion as she stared back down at Trisha. Stumbling with her words now, Trisha hurried to continue. "I...um...it was...a few weeks ago. Remember when I came over to your house that one time and left my purse there? I came back to get it and everything, but then I got to your house and I saw you and Dan in the kitchen..and you...um..." The brunette quickly looked back down at her lap. She suddenly realized she was puffing for air; she must have forgotten to breathe while she was talking. But I have to finish! "Trisha..." Britney said softly. "Look, I owe you an explanation – " "Wait, Brit..." Trisha interrupted. "Before you say anything else, I...I have to tell you the rest of what happened." And so Trisha told Britney everything she had done afterwards. She explained how she had called Dan and eagerly showed up at his apartment that same night, displaying her little body in a tight black dress, offering herself not only to him but a group of strangers; how they had thrown her on the dining room table and pounded her together, spreading her dainty legs and plunging into her twat, ravishing the petite cheerleader one after another. But that wasn't even the worst part. Trisha paused then, staring down at her lap, fiddling with the pleats of her cheerleader's miniskirt, draped across her thighs. I have to...I have to tell her everything! So Trisha went on, explaining how Mandy had asked to join in, how Trisha had brought her friend to Dan's, and the two girls were gang-banged in the same room. How the two eighteen-year-olds had willingly serviced another group of strangers, traded off cock after cock; each man using one girl's pussy until he was ready to cum, then depositing his load in the other's one's mouth, so that both Trisha and Mandy got to taste the other cheerleader's pussy juices over and over. And then, finally, Trisha told Britney about discovering Dan and Mandy in the locker room, and realizing that the lifeguard just enjoyed finding and corrupting the sweet, good little girls. He had already turned Trisha into a dirty slut, and so now he was moving on to Mandy, and he'd move on to another girl soon too. "So...I...I can't let you apologize, Brit, because I did the same thing," Trisha explained. "And I'm telling you because, well...I don't know." Trisha paused again. That wasn't true. There were a million reasons. "I guess because...I miss being friends with you! And I hate lying to you, and I miss having fun with you, and I'm worried about Mandy and..." She was rambling now. "I just...I don't know how all this happened." She sighed. "I mean...why did you tell me you never talked to Dan anymore when you did?" Britney shook her head. "No, I didn't. I hadn't talked to him even over a year." Trisha blinked. "Huh?" "That was the first time I'd seen him in over a year, Trisha. But I still had his number in my cell phone, and I called him right after you left, after you had told me that you had fucked him. And I regretted it the next day and haven't called him since." Trisha stared up at Britney in surprise. A lock of her wavy brown hair had fallen over her eyes, but she didn't even notice it. "But...why?" Britney sighed. She sat down on the bench next to Trisha; the tall, buxom blonde next to the petite, perky brunette. "Okay." She took a deep breath. "Do you remember a girl in the class above us named Brianna?" Trisha paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't think so...why?" "Really? All the guys couldn't get enough of her. She had short black hair and brown eyes and a great body...she was pretty short. She had this really sweet, adorable look to her, but once you got her out of her clothes, she was a fucking firecracker. I mean, she could blow your fucking eardrums out, the way she screamed when she came. Actually..." Britney paused and smiled. "She was a lot like you, Trish." Trisha blushed a fierce red at Britney's comment, and she quickly looked back down at her skirt. "Um...so you two are friends?" "Well...yeah. We were. For a while, we were best friends. Brianna was...well, basically, she was the class slut before I was. And I used to just shun her like all the other girls did, but then one day I got paired with her in History, and we got to talking, and she was one of the sweetest girls in school. She was so interesting, so smart...she wasn't like any of my other friends. And so...we started hanging out." Britney was looking out across the room now, reminiscing with an amused smile on her face. "God, Trish...I can't believe you don't remember last year. You would have laughed so hard...I had gotten my tits a few years ago, but I was so ashamed of them I would always wear these baggy sweatshirts and coats and stuff, just so all the guys wouldn't stare. But Brianna taught me not to be ashamed. She was always really crazy. I mean, the two of us were inseparable. She taught me how to deepthroat...she taught me how to show off my body...I tried out my first gangbang with her...oh, I found that adult bookstore with her! You know which one I'm talking about, right Trish?" Trisha blushed deeper. Of course she remembered. "And she was the one who taught me that you just have to learn to not care to be a real slut! You can't be worried about all this other shit about people looking down on you, or which boy you like the most, or if other people talk about you behind your back. I mean, it doesn't matter what other people think, just what you think, right? It's just about the sex, you know? But I never really thought about it until I met Brianna." Trisha nodded. It was so hard to imagine Britney different than the way she was now; carefree and wild and brazen, happily flaunting her body, making every boy she passed drool for her with just one smoldering look. That earlier Britney reminded Trisha of herself a year ago, and now she tried to picture her friend the same way; a hardworking student, a good girl, timidly sticking to her group of girl friends, avoiding all the boys because she was too nervous around them. But she couldn't do it. I can't even imagine her like that...that's just not Britney! "So for a long time, we were really good friends. We were the two school sluts." Britney smiled as she spoke. "But...well..." The head cheerleader sighed, and crossed her arms under her impressive chest. "I don't even remember who met Dan first...I just remember the first time I caught Brianna lying to me. She was a sweet girl, but she was a terrible liar." The blonde sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, I don't know how it happened, but all of a sudden I was lying to her too. It was just like, if she's going to lie to me, then I'm going to fucking lie back to her, or something like that. I don't know. And if you can fuck him, then I can too, and stuff like that. But I mean...well, you know Dan, right Trish? The guy's a total asshole, but he can really fuck your brains out. He's just so damn good at punishing you so hard and rough..." Trisha squirmed slightly on the bench, unable to look up at Britney. The petite brunette knew exactly what Britney was saying, and now the memories whirled past her in her mind, of each and every time that the lifeguard had pounded and pumped the little cheerleader's body. "...and suddenly, it wasn't even about the sex anymore. It was just about getting back at Brianna. And I hated that, you know? I hated it so much. All that time Brianna and I talked about how much we loved being sluts, about how it was just about the sex and about fucking. We always talked about how we didn't care who he was, that we just liked being free to be as nasty as we wanted to. We were best friends. But then what happens? Some fucking guy gets in the way! I mean...how pathetic is that?" Trisha nodded then, mostly to herself. It made so much sense to her, because she felt the exact same way. I hate that I've lied to my friends the way I have! And for what? She remembered now her rendezvous with Mr. Jackson last week, in the parking lot; he had just randomly spotted her in her car, and suddenly, a few minutes later, he was reaching through the window and pounding the little brunette as hard as he could, while she whimpered and begged for more. I can do that...I can grab any guy that passes by and rip his clothes off...so what's the big deal about Dan anyway? She turned back to Britney. "So...what happened?" Britney sighed and shook her head. Trisha suddenly realized that the blonde's cheeks were rosy red – the head cheerleader was blushing, ashamed of her story. "I...well...I guess that was it. Brianna and I kept lying to each other, and going behind each other's backs, acting like a pair of dumb, vindictive bitches...and suddenly we weren't friends anymore. She graduated, and that was that. And I decided that I wasn't going to let that happen again, and from then on I refused to let myself talk to Dan again. And that one day, Trish..." Britney paused. "I guess I just wanted to see if he was as good if I remembered. And you know what? He wasn't. So I'm done with him. No guy is worth losing a friend." Trisha was silent, staring at Britney, watching the blonde shamefully look down at the floor as she recounted her story. Finally, she piped up. "Just like that, Brit?" Britney turned to face Trisha. "Huh?" "Well..." Trisha shrugged, and then offered a reassuring smile to her friend. "I dunno, Britney...it just doesn't seem like you to take something like that sitting down. Dan ruined your friendship with Brianna and you don't even do anything about it. I mean...don't you remember how you punished Principal Johnson for me? You were so awesome, Brit!" The blonde burst out laughing, and Trisha laughed too, happy to see her friend grinning again. "Well..." Britney had a mischievous look on her face. "I did kind of have a plan to get back at him...but I needed Brianna. And by then she had already graduated." "I'll do it with you!" Trisha had spoken before she even knew it, and for a second even she was shocked by her response. She didn't know why; she was just so happy to be talking with Britney like this again. It was back to normal; two girls being honest with each other, not hiding any secrets. Britney grinned at Trisha, but she shook her head. "No way...it wouldn't have worked anyway." "Come on, Britney!" Suddenly, the petite brunette found herself standing, staring intently at Britney. She knew now why she was so excited. Dan deserves punishment! All this time I've felt so helpless to him...unable to resist him, unable to say no. But now, Britney and I are working together! "We can't let him get away with all the stuff he's pulled, Britney. And anyway, when have you ever chickened out of something before?" The blonde burst out laughing at Trisha's encouragement. She paused for a second, considering. Then she finally nodded. "Okay, Trish. I just can't say no to you. Let's do it." Trisha nodded vigorously, her hair flopping against her cheeks, her miniskirt swishing as she bobbed up and down in front of her friend. Yes! "But first, we gotta do something else." "What's that?" Britney was the one grinning now in excitement. "It's another plan that Brianna and I had for her graduation...but we never got to do it." Trisha stopped nodding, and now she paused in hesitation. "Um...what is it?" Britney grinned wickedly at her, a teasing look in her sparkling blue eyes. "Why, Trish...you were so eager just a second ago! Guess I'm not the only chicken, huh?" Trisha gaped. "I...well...but..." Britney was giggling as Trisha stuttered, and finally the brunette had to laugh too. "Okay...fine! But what is it?" "I'm not telling you yet. It's a surprise." Britney giggled at Trisha's look of shock in response. "Don't worry, don't worry, you'll enjoy it. But I'm not telling you until graduation." Trisha paused. "Um....but I don't get it, Brit. Whatever it is, why do we have to do it first?" Britney shrugged now, her blue eyes back to glittering, her grin back on her face. "Just...call it a rite of passage, Trish. A big fucking good-bye to high school." She leaned down now and picked up her gym bag. "You'll love it. I promise." *** "Okay, Trisha! We'll see you in a little bit!" The cheerleader's mother smiled at Trisha as she got out of the car, the rest of her family waving. "We're so proud of you!" Trisha smiled back. "Thanks, mom!" The car slowly drove off, and Trisha started towards the football field. Graduation was always outside on the field, and in late May that it meant it was uncomfortably hot. Most students dressed accordingly under their stifling graduation robes. Trisha had picked out a cute, short sundress; light pink with lacy shoulder straps and a hint of frills around the tight skirt, stopping halfway to her knees. Her entire family was going to be at graduation, so she made sure to pick something that wasn't too risqué; the dress dipped low enough to reveal only a hint of her firm chest, and while the dress hugged her tight enough to show off her dainty waist and slender curves, it wasn't so skimpy that she had to worry about anything. And anyway, I'll be wearing this black robe, anyway... Trisha stared down at the graduation gown bundled in her arms. But then, another thought came to her. My entire family's going to be here...what's Britney going to make me do? It's not going to be embarrassing, right? I mean...even Britney knows not to do that...she wouldn't humiliate me in front of my entire family! At least...I think she wouldn't... Trisha still remembered how excited she was to scheme with Britney in the locker room last week, how eager she was just to be talking and giggling with the head cheerleader again. But now that it was really her graduation day – now that she was about to finish high school – she realized how nervous she was. And she remembered how crazy and bold Britney could be. What did she and Brianna plan to do? The petite brunette nervously bit her lip as she reached the gym and walked alongside it, her kitten heels click-clacking on the pavement. There was a sidewalk alongside the gym, across from the football field, where all the students were supposed to line up to get ready for the procession. Trisha recognized Mandy and a few other girls from the cheerleading squad, already in their robes, looking eager but anxious. They waved her over, and Trisha smiled and waved back. "Hey, Trish!" Mandy grinned at the brunette. "Isn't this exciting? I'm so nervous..." "Me too..." Trisha replied, hugging her friend. Mandy and Trisha were almost the same height, barely five feet tall, and just over her friend's shoulder she caught a glimpse of a tall, leggy girl with bright blonde hair striding towards them. Immediately, the cheerleader knew it was Britney, and she felt a butterfly flutter through her stomach. "Trisha!" The head cheerleader also had her robe still in her hands. She was dressed in a silky red dress with a halter top, her knee-length skirt loosely flowing around her gorgeous long legs. Every garment had trouble containing Britney's incredible chest, but this dress was doing an admirable job, cupping each double-D tit even as they sloped out of her slender frame. Britney was wearing stiletto heels too, and she grinned at Trisha, her bright blue eyes framed by her gorgeous blonde curls. Still, she had to admit that even Britney, who was always so confident, looked a little nervous too. "Ready? Let's stop by the bathroom. We only have a few minutes!" "Oh...okay, Brit." "Huh?" Mandy looked confused. "Where are you going? You'll miss our entrance, you guys!" Britney was already hurrying towards the gym, and Trisha quickly followed, her hair bouncing around her pouty cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder. "I'll be right back, Mandy!" The brunette hurried to catch up with the head cheerleader, carefully tugging the skirt of her dress back down as it slid across her slim thighs. Britney was heading back into the gym, and she led Trisha into the girls' bathroom. It was empty, of course, but just in case she checked all the stalls anyway. "Wh...what's going on?" Trisha asked nervously. Britney's always like this...she loves surprises! And the worst part is I have absolutely no idea what she's planning. "Just want to make sure we're alone," Britney replied, grinning. The head cheerleader turned to face the mirror above the sinks, and Trisha followed her lead, turning to stare at the two high school girls in the glass. Even though she had been friends with Britney for almost a year, Trisha was always amazed at the contrast between them. Her reflection in the mirror was a short, petite brunette, looking young even for a teenager in high school, her wavy brown hair dangling down her slim shoulders and framing her pouty face and big brown eyes. Trisha's slender frame went perfectly with her dress, looking even more tight and perky than usual. The dainty cheerleader was such a contrast to Britney; tall and statuesque, her long, slim legs stretched out from under her ruby-red dress, and her impressive chest burst out from her model-measurement frame. Now, the head cheerleader brushed a strand of curly blonde hair away from her face, and turned to grin down at Trisha. "Okay, you ready?" Trisha started to nod, but then paused. "Well...I don't know what we're doing yet, Brit!" Britney laughed. "Okay, okay." The head cheerleader rummaged through her purse before pulling out a small plastic bag. "Ta-da!" she said, presenting it to Trisha. Biting on her lip, Trisha hurriedly tore open the bag, tossing the remains onto the bathroom floor. Then, she gasped, putting one hand to her mouth. Britney burst out laughing. "Like it, huh?" Trisha was holding a thick, flesh-colored dildo. It was impressively long, easily eight or nine inches, with a small knob on the bottom. Trisha realized now that it was so thick that her little hand barely wrapped around it, and she blushed fiercely. "A...a dildo..?" Trisha stammered, looking up at Britney incredulously. "I...I don't..." "Not a dildo, hun!" Britney interrupted her. With a mischievous grin and her blue eyes glittering with amusement, the head cheerleader pulled out a tiny plastic rectangle from her purse. It was a remote control with a couple buttons on it, and now Britney pressed one of them. Trisha startled as she felt the dildo jolt in her hand. With wide eyes, the cheerleader looked down and realized that it was now gently rocking and shaking in her hand, the tip rotating in small circles, the shaft vibrating in a steady rhythm. It's...it's a vibrator! Britney grinned. "And look...there's one for me too!" The head cheerleader's eyes glittered with excitement as she pulled out a second vibrator, the exact same as the one now rumbling in Trisha's hands. The blonde turned it back off, watching as Trisha still stared down in amazement. She and Brianna were going to get vibrators together? But...I don't understand. Whatever she wants to do, we don't have time now...the graduation ceremony will start any minute! Unless...unless... Trisha gasped again, and her head shot up to look at Britney. The head cheerleader laughed again, and nodded immediately. "B-Brit...no...no way! You're crazy!" "Guess you got the idea, huh, Trish? C'mon! We don't have all day!" And then, without another word, the head cheerleader promptly turned around, bending over at the waist, hitching up the skirt of her dress and sliding her thong an inch or two down her thighs. The petite brunette watched in awe as Britney stripped off her panties, without even a second thought, as if it was completely normal to standing next to her friend in a public bathroom, with her pink pussy fully visible. Now, the blonde was gently guiding the massive dildo between her hips. Trisha shook her head frantically. "W-wait! Britney...this is crazy! We'll...we'll be in front of hundreds of people! Our friends! Our family! They'll all be able to see us!" "Well, that's what this big robe is for, hun," Britney responded, grinning at Trisha. "Ooh...wow...this thing really is huge!" Britney's lips were twitching slightly and she let out a soft moan as the sex toy penetrated her pussy lips, gently sinking into her twat, inch by inch. Trisha shook her head again, so hard that her wavy brown hair flopped against her pouty cheeks. "Britney...I can't! This is...this is too crazy!" The brunette was already imagining walking on stage with that massive sex toy stuffed in her cunt. It's so big...I probably couldn't even walk straight with it inside of me! Britney's eyes were now closed, and now Trisha watched with amazement as the blonde gently, tenderly eased the dildo deeper, deeper into her pussy, until it was suddenly completely buried, the end just barely protruding out of her pink cunt. Now, as Trisha stared with wide eyes and open mouth, Britney took a deep breath and stood back up, gingerly shifting her hips as she slid her thong back over her pussy and tugged her skirt back down her legs. The head cheerleader looked as normal as before, dressed properly in her ruby-red dress, her wide smile betraying nothing. "Your turn," Britney said, grinning at Trisha. She's crazy! "No...no way, Britney! I mean...my whole family is out there. All my friends! I...I can't risk it!" Suddenly, Britney's grin faded a little, and the blonde now turned to stare at Trisha. She looked surprised, and more than a little disappointed. "Trish...you said you would do this me, right? This is our last day of high school! Don't you want to celebrate it with me?" Trisha faltered, and now the brunette stared down at her feet, fidgeting. "I...of course I do, Britney! But...this...this is..." "Trisha, have you ever regretted something I made you do?" Trisha looked up again, staring into Britney's bright blue eyes. The head cheerleader was so gorgeous, her curly blonde hair cascading down her slim shoulders, framing her impressive, round tits. Her body was already perfect, but the sparkling red dress made every curve seem sexier; her taut, slender waist sloped in even more, her legs longer and slimmer. Britney's the sexiest girl I know... Trisha sighed. She always knows what she's doing...she's so put together! "Well?" Britney raised an eyebrow. Trisha sighed again, and shook her head. "O...okay, Britney. I trust you." The blonde beamed, and once again her grin lighted up her face. "Yes! Okay, let's do it!" Trisha nodded, mostly to herself. Nervously, gently, the petite brunette grasped the hem of her dress and slid it up her slender thighs. It only took an inch or two before she had revealed the edge of her panties, and there she stopped, and began to modestly, slightly edge the thong to the side. Britney burst out laughing. "What's the matter with you, Trish? It's not like there's anyone else here, hun! Don't be so shy. No one will see your pussy except me...and I've already seen it plenty of times!" The blonde grinned down at Trisha. The cheerleader blushed at Britney's teasing. "Well, I...I...okay, fine!" The brunette slid the hem of the dress up over the generous curve of her butt, and now she carefully nudged her thong to the side, revealing her pink twat. Taking a deep breath, she reached down and positioned the vibrator between her slim thighs, and as she did it she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The dildo looked even more massive and thick in the reflection; it seemed almost as big around as one of her slender arms. "Hurry up, Trish! We don't have all day!" The cheerleader gasped as she gently began to penetrate herself with the plastic cock, pushing gently into her pussy lips, feeling every bit of it enter her tight body. Her legs were trembling with the effort of accepting such a massive shaft. "I...oh...oh wow, Britney...this thing is huge! I don't...know..." Trisha said now, softly, hesitant, still trying to work the big thing into her little twat. "Here." Britney stepped forward, raised a hand to her mouth, and promptly extended out her tongue, lapping and drooling on each of her fingers, coating them with a thick sheet of slobber. Then, without even asking, she bent down and reached between Trisha's legs, running her saliva on the sides of the dildo and between her pussy lips. Trisha jumped at the feeling of Britney's fingers grazing against her pussy; she was completely unprepared. "Britney!" she gasped. But it worked; she felt the vibrator easing into her cunt now, lubricated by the blonde's drool. Britney burst out laughing again, as she straightened, staring at Trisha with an amused look. "Oh, Trish...you're always so modest, hun! You're a good girl...I guess I'll never get that out of you." But Trisha wasn't listening. The young brunette was busy gently shifting her hips back and forth, getting used to the fat, long toy buried between her legs, her eyes wide as she got used to its size. She felt like she was stuffed from head to toe by that dildo, it was so big. Britney expects me to keep this in my pussy for the entire ceremony? What is she thinking? "Oh shit! Hear that? The music's starting! We're going to walk onstage in like a minute!" Britney hurriedly stuffed the remote control into her purse and grabbed her graduation robe and cap, tugging them hurriedly on, checking her hair in the mirror. Then she quickly bolted out the bathroom door. "W-wait!" Trisha shouted, but it was too late. She was alone now in the bathroom. The cheerleader quickly turned towards the mirror, and now she gingerly, delicately re-adjusted her thong, making sure it was securely over the dildo now buried in her cunt. She pulled her dress back down her butt, smoothing it out, tugging it as far as it would go across her thighs. Now she stared at herself in the mirror: barely five feet tall, looking just as perky and cute and innocent as ever in her baby pink dress. But it was hard to concentrate on anything with something so thick and long filling her pussy. God...Britney is crazy! I can't do this! But graduation was about to start, and Trisha couldn't think anymore, or she would miss it. Taking a deep breath and gingerly steadying her hips, the young brunette turned and followed Britney out the door. *** Her friend was right. Trisha could hear the music starting, and the students would be marching onto the stage in only a few minutes. Frantically, the cheerleader hurried to follow Britney, but immediately she gasped as the feeling of her moving thighs shifted the vibrator in her cunt. She could feel it sliding slightly, so thick and deep inside of her, and with a jolt Trisha quickly slowed down to a steady, careful stride. Gingerly, the young brunette made her way towards the line of students, hurriedly tugging on her black robe and her square graduation cap. This is a little better now, Trisha thought, looking down at the loose robe billowing around her ankles. Now at least no one could see her slender legs, wobbling as she delicately took each step, acutely aware of the dildo stuffed deep in her pussy. She just barely found her spot in line when it started to move. Trisha took a deep breath, trying to walk as stiff-legged as possible in her heels, trying to avoid letting her dainty hips swing back and forth. All around her, the music was playing and the audience was clapping as the senior class of Eisenhower High School walked onto the football field. A large stage had been set up on one end, and Trisha and the rest of the students were now marching towards it, a long procession of students in black graduation gowns. As per normal graduation tradition, they would sit on stage while the graduation speakers would speak, and then, at the very end, they would be called, row by row, to the front of the stage and would each be officially handed their diplomas in front of everyone. Now, Trisha suddenly realized that she would have to sit through the entire ceremony with the thick rubber cock deep inside of her, plunged between her slim thighs. I have to sit through this entire ceremony with my pussy stuffed and stretched...acting completely normal...what was Britney thinking? It was such a strange feeling, to try to walk straight and regular, when her hips felt like they had been stretched apart, when she felt like her kidneys were being poked and prodded into her stomach. The movement of her thighs made her powerfully aware of every inch of the massive plastic dick, of its thickness and size, so tightly fit in her little body. Trisha turned now to look back at Britney, who was several yards behind her in line, walking along with the rest of the students. To her surprise, the head cheerleader looked perfectly normal; her impressive tits bulging even out of the baggy gown, her blue eyes glistening, her smile sweet and demure. No one would have even guessed what was under that gown, buried deep between the tall blonde's legs; they all probably thought Britney was just happy to be graduating. How is that possible? How can she look so relaxed? Trisha's own body was stiff and on edge; the young brunette was carefully, delicately taking each step across the lawn, staring straight ahead, trying very hard to look as normal as possible. The girl behind her bumped into her a couple times, surprised that Trisha was walking so slowly. But the cheerleader couldn't help it. She was so nervous that at any moment, her next step would shift her slender hips a little too much, and the dildo would slide out from beneath her thong, slipping from her pussy and plopping onto the grass for everyone to see. Or that it would drive too deep inside of her, stretching her tight cunt and making her yelp out loud, revealing herself to everyone around her. The procession had reached the stage, and now each student carefully climbed onto it, finding their seats. Once again, Trisha caught a glimpse of Britney, the tall blonde still smiling widely, striding across the stage just as confidently as ever. There was a small group of guys standing to one side of the stage, all in their twenties, fiddling with the poles supporting the backdrop of the stage. Britney flashed a happy smile at the stage hands, then turned her head towards the audience, beaming out across the rows of chairs filling the football field. She loves knowing that they're all staring at her while she's got that vibrator deep in her pussy... Trisha realized. It was just the type of thing Britney would want to do; stuffing her twat full and masturbating right in the middle of her high school graduation, right on stage, during a moment that was supposed to be extra-memorable in her life. It was only now that Trisha realized how shameless she and Britney were. Her parents would be taking pictures and sending out cards to relatives; they would talk to their friends about how exciting it was to see their little girl finish high school and start the rest of her life, how proud they were. And they would never know that their young, petite daughter was wobbling on stage with her pussy stuffed to the brim with a plastic vibrator. Trisha was right in the middle of the line of students, and now she found her seat. Relieved, the cheerleader quickly sat down, but in the next instant she gave a loud cry and jolted in her seat. The movement of sitting down had driven the dildo hard and deep into her twat, making her entire body shudder with the impact. The students around her turned to give her a strange look, as Trisha blushed and quickly looked down at her lap, silently, carefully shifting her legs on her chair. The petite brunette was short enough that her feet didn't even reach the floor, her kitten heels dangling in the air as she gently tried to arrange her hips in the best position. She placed her hands in her lap, mortified, trying to draw as little attention to herself after her outburst. But there was no way around it; sitting on the chair was driving that vibrator all the way into her tight twat, filling and stretching her dainty body. Oh God...there's no way I can make it through the entire ceremony. Now the cheerleader stole a glance at Britney, who was seated in the row behind her. The blonde was grinning straight at Trisha, silently giggling at her outburst. Blushing again, Trisha turned back to face the front. And she's loving every second of it! A man stood up now and moved to the podium; the superintendent. He stood and smiled at the audience for several long seconds, waiting for the music to finish. Trisha shifted again, uncomfortably, her dangling feet swinging as she repositioned her legs. Oh...hurry up and start speaking! "Hello, everyone," he finally began, in a slow, droning voice. "Teachers, staff, graduates, alumni, parents, relatives, and friends...welcome! Welcome, welcome!" As the superintendent droned on, Trisha stared back down at her lap, feeling her graduation cap jiggle on her head. The sun was beating down on the students, and her cheeks were still red. The petite cheerleader was beginning to sweat in the thick black robe, but even so, she was desperately thankful that she was wearing it. At least in this baggy thing, no one could see her slender hips twitch and wiggle; no one could watch her constantly rearrange her slim legs and fidget in her seat. And no one had a chance of glancing up her short pink sundress, of peeking under her skirt to see that large, thick vibrator, buried in her cunt, secured under her thong and stuffed deep. I can't believe Britney talked me into this! This is crazy! Now, the young brunette stared out across the audience, at the hundreds of adults; parents of her fellow classmates. Everyone was staring up at the stage, and now for a second, Trisha suddenly felt like they were all staring at her. "Psst!" Someone was whispering behind Trisha, and she turned to look. Britney was leaning forward, her curly blonde hair draping down in front of her. Now, the head cheerleader winked at Trisha, and moved one hand under her robes, to her purse. The brunette's eyes widened as she realized what her friend was reaching for, and frantically she shook her head. No! Please, Britney, don't do it! It was too late. A second later, Trisha's entire body twitched and shook as Britney switched both of their vibrators on. Trisha could see Britney shuddering too, although much less noticeably, keeping her pleasure to herself, smiling down at her lap as the vibrations started. Trisha wasn't so subtle. The young brunette jumped in her seat at the feeling, and once again her row-mates threw her a strange look. But she didn't even notice. Trisha's eyes were wide and her mouth opened into an O as she felt the sex toy begin to quiver and pulse in her cunt. It was such a new, unfamiliar feeling; the dildo stuffing and stretching her pussy full and now sending endless waves of vibrations rumbling through her, radiating out from between her slim hips and across her entire body. The cheerleader stiffened in response, rigid on her chair. Someone else was talking now, the featured guest speaker for the ceremony, droning on about the importance of education and learning. But all Trisha heard was a distant voice, overwhelmed by the new sensation deep between her hips. The dildo's soft, smooth vibrations were teasing and caressing her tender canal, filling her twat with its smooth pulses, washing across the rest of her skin. Now, the cheerleader felt the heat rising in her body, her nerves tingling, her cheeks turning rosy. Desperately, Trisha looked out over the stage, trying to distract herself, trying to force herself to think about anything else. It's my graduation, for God's sake! I...I should be thinking about how happy I am to finish high school, how excited I am to move on! I should be thinking about...about... But it was no use. Trisha felt her fingers tightening around the edges of her chair, her hips shifting as the petite cheerleader gently, unconsciously began to spread her legs slightly on her seat. That dildo was stuffed so deep in her pussy, buried in her tight, teenage body, pulsing and jolting. Trisha couldn't deny it; it felt so good, gently pressing into her cunt, the vibrations massaging her tender, eager flesh, making her so completely aware of how full her little pussy was. She could feel the lust slowly rising in her body, the pleasure taking over bit by bit. Her breathing was starting to quicken, her heart thumping in her chest. Ohh...ohh God... The vibrator was so wonderful, and now her entire body was aching for more; her pussy growing wet, her legs desperately edging further apart, her toes curling in her kitten heels as her feet dangled off her chair. She was still staring out into the audience, but the young brunette wasn't looking at them. All she could think about was that dildo, so thick and hard, so firm and deep inside of her. Suddenly, the girl next to her was leaning to whisper in her ear. "Geez...can you believe this sun! It's so hot! Why do we have to be outside?" Trisha turned to the girl, surprised, gripping the chair hard as she struggled to look normal. The girl was looking at her with a sympathetic look, and suddenly Trisha realized that her cheeks must be flushed red and hot. The girl thought Trisha's face was shiny and red just because of the heat. She didn't realize that the petite cheerleader next to her was desperately struggling to keep her pleasure in – that her body, hidden under the gown, was rigid and stiff in her chair in response to the sex toy plunged into her cunt. Trisha responded with a stilted nod, her lips struggling to move. "O-oh..." she finally managed back, in a stammering whisper. "Y-yes...I k-know!" "Are you okay? You don't look so good." Again Trisha did her best to nod, forcing her trembling lips into what she was hoped was a reassuring smile. "Y-yes...thank you." The brunette was now visibly fidgeting on her chair, her knuckles white as she gripped her chair. "I...u-um...it's just so hot!" The girl nodded and smiled, turning back to the audience. Trisha was overwhelmed with pleasure now, the thick, deep vibrations of the dildo pulsing through her pussy and radiating across the rest of her body. The cheerleader was struggling so hard to keep herself straight and normal in her chair, and now she wondered if the student next to her could tell. It was taking every shred of Trisha's willpower to keep from spreading her legs wide on her chair, from stuffing her hands between her slim thighs and eagerly, hungrily pumping her dripping twat with that thick dildo. Ohhh...that would feel so good...shoving that vibrator hard into my cunt...feeling it pump in and out...feeling it fill me so deep... Again, the cheerleader shuddered on her chair, and she took in a deep gulp of air, panting desperately, steeling herself. Distantly, Trisha heard clapping. The man at the podium had sat down, and now, someone else had stood up, announcing names. Dimly, Trisha was aware that students in front of her were standing up and walking, one by one, on-stage to accept something. But she couldn't concentrate on anything beyond that; it was almost torture, how badly her body was trembling with lust. The cheerleader desperately turned to look over her shoulder, at Britney. The head cheerleader's face was just as flushed and deep in pleasure as her own, and now Trisha felt her lust grow as she watched Britney fidget and twitch in her chair. The blonde was struggling just like her to stay properly seated on her chair, and Britney's knees were twitching slightly, her sky-blue eyes wide, her lips moving silently as she gulped in air. I can't believe I'm actually using a vibrator right now...in front of hundreds of people...at my own graduation! It's so brazen...so nasty...the two of us doing it together so we know we're not the only ones trembling in pleasure... The cheerleader shuddered violently then, so hard that her legs twitched in the air and one of her high heels clanked loudly against the leg of her chair. Her lust was pulsing through her, matching the waves of vibrations ravishing her little body, beating through her chest and her thumping heart, threatening to burst out of the young brunette at any moment. Ohh...oh God...I can't take it...it feels so good... "Hey!" The girl next to Trisha tapped her on the shoulder. "It's our turn! What are you waiting for, go!" "W-what?" Trisha stammered. Now, she saw that all the students in her row were filing out and to the front of the stage, ready to accept their diplomas. N-no! I can barely even stay seated...there's no way I can walk out there now! But the cheerleader didn't have time to think, and now she frantically forced her trembling little body to stand, wobbling forward, doing her best to walk straight. But with the very first step, she could feel the dildo shifting as her hips swung, and even the slightest movement sent a wild, thrilling pang of lust through her. Ohhhh God! Overwhelmed with pleasure, the cheerleader had to pause and grab hold of the chair next to her before she could keep walking. It was so wonderful to feel that sex toy sliding inside of her...just like she was being fucked... It would feel so good now to just grab hold of that dildo and shove it deep into my pussy...pump my cunt hard and fast...oooh... Now, as Trisha desperately forced herself to keep walking forward, she imagined just plopping herself down, right in front of the stage, in front of everyone, and pulling up her robe to shamelessly fuck herself with the vibrator. Ohh...oh I want to so badly... Trisha was near the front of the stage now. Her row of students were now lined up on one side, waiting for their names to be called. Now, Trisha felt her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she stood in line, her eyes wide and desperate as she watched each student slowly strut forward. Hurry! She wanted to scream it out loud. Please...hurry!! She wanted so badly to be back in her chair, hidden by all the rows in front of her; the cheerleader felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb here. Everyone else was standing so still and regal in their graduation robes, and here she was, a petite brunette, shorter than everyone else and squirming and panting like she was in heat. The vibrator was still pulsing in her twat, a strong, rhythmic buzzing, and now the cheerleader wondered if anyone else could hear it. But then, Trisha felt someone behind her shove her forward. Looking up frantically, she suddenly saw that the man at the podium was staring expectantly at her, with a slightly confused look on her face. Mortified, the cheerleader realized that he must have called her name and she didn't even hear it. She hurriedly darted forward, her face bright red, her brown eyes wide with embarrassment. Dimly, she could hear applause and cheering around her, she was aware of the flash of a camera and the sound of a voice booming through the speaker. She barely managed a faint smile as she walked up to the man, who was extending out a black, sleek leatherette with her diploma inside. He was still looking confused, staring at Trisha and obviously wondering why, after all the other students accepted their diplomas from him with a proud smile, this little brunette was wobbling and stumbling towards him, looking barely even aware he was there at all. Trisha did her best to give him a faint smile, and she quickly took the leather folder in both hands and hurried across stage, her knees shaking, her entire body quivering. The vibrations felt much stronger now, even though she knew they weren't, radiating through her skin, pulsing and prodding her tight pussy, powerful enough that Trisha felt like they were shaking her slim hips back and forth. The cheerleader was clutching her diploma in both hands, holding it around her waist and pressing it into her body as she hurried back to her seat. Now, suddenly, she felt the corner of the leather folder pressing through her billowy gown, into her body; hard and smooth, only inches from her quivering hips. Ohhh... Without even thinking, the cheerleader found herself gently sliding the diploma further down, and then, before she even realized what she was doing, she was gently pressing the corner of the hard folder between her hips, against her soft mound. Trisha felt her entire body flush with pleasure as the firm, rigid material pushed against her pussy lips, lightly touching the dildo and her stuffed cunt. The eighteen-year-old had just barely made it back to her seat, and now she found her fingers tightening around the diploma, her eyes closing and her legs spreading as she began to slowly, ever-so-gently move the folder up and down against her hips. To everyone else, it looked completely innocent; the petite brunette was just squirming and fidgeting with her folder out of nervousness, unable to sit still because she was so excited. But Trisha was masturbating with her own diploma, caring only that it was hard and thick and she could press it against her twat without anyone noticing. Ooh...ahh! Even the slightest, gentlest movement was sending wracks of pleasure through the lust-addled cheerleader, making her pussy beg for more, for just one more harder shove. Ohh...I just want to reach under my dress and grab that dildo...I could do it right now...right this second...but no, I can't! I can't! Trisha's body was trembling on the edge, wracked with pleasure. The cheerleader was panting hard, her eyes wide and frantic. I can't...ohhh...I can't take it anymore... But suddenly, Trisha heard the entire field erupt in applause, and suddenly everyone around her was standing up. Lost in her lust, it took the cheerleader a few seconds to realize that the graduation ceremony had ended at last! Thank God! The little brunette's face brightened with relief, and she hurried along with the rest of the students offstage, still clutching the diploma to her body, still flushed with desire as she felt the dildo vibrate in her tight cunt. All around her, students were trying to find their friends and their families, already pulling out cameras and cell phones. But there was only one thought on Trisha's mind. Find a bathroom...an empty classroom...anything! Find the closest building possible...anywhere I can run and use this dildo like I really want to...oh God...ooh...I could scream right now, I'm so horny! Trisha was suddenly darting through students, cutting through lines and ignoring their protests. She could already see herself, stretched out on the floor of the nearest building, her legs spread wide, her hand driving that vibrator in and out of her cunt. Yes! Ohh...I'm so close! I want it now! But then, Trisha felt a hand close around her wrist. A second later, Britney appeared beside her, walking just as fast, shimmying past students as they dispersed from the stage. Trisha looked up and realized that the head cheerleader had the exact same expression on her face; eager, wild, desperate lust. The blonde's face was flushed and her eyes were wide with excitement – her body was just as hungry for pleasure as Trisha's, just as badly teased by her own dildo. Trisha was about to say something, but before she could even open her mouth Britney was pulling her along, striding so quickly that she was almost jogging, sliding and bumping past student after student. The petite brunette found herself in a flat-out run to keep up with Britney, wobbling and tripping in her kitten heels, gasping as her swinging hips rubbed the hard toy in and out of her canal, shuddering as each collision with another student made the dildo shake inside her slender body. Ooh...ahh! Each step made Trisha feel the full size of that vibrator. But Britney's hand was tight around her wrist, dragging the little cheerleader along with her. Where are we going?? By now, the two cheerleaders had gotten to the edge of the crowd of students; they were now on the grass off to one side of the stage. The massive backdrop of the stage loomed over them, and Trisha could see a large patch of shade behind it. There was a single group of four men standing behind it, smoking and chatting, separated from all the loud students. They were the same four stagehands she had seen before the ceremony. "B-Brit..." Trisha gasped. "Slow down!" But the head cheerleader didn't even respond. Instead, she was making a beeline for the stagehands, one hand still around Trisha's wrist. The other one was now fumbling with the zipper of her graduation gown, yanking it open, and now the blonde discarded it even as she kept walking, leaving it scattered on the grass behind her. One by one, each of their heads turned as they caught sight of the head cheerleader, and one by one they were struck silent, in mid-sentence, their mouths hanging open. Britney was striding towards them on the grass, her double-D cups bobbing and tugging against her dress's halter top, her curly blonde hair dangling past her chest and all the way down to her slim, taut waist. Her smooth, slinky legs were cleanly framed by the ruby-red dress, so long they seemed to go on forever as she hurried across the field in her heels. The group of four stood in silence, watching as the two cheerleaders marched towards them. Trisha was panting as she tried to keep up, her dainty hips trembling with the impact of each heel on the uneven dirt, feeling each step push and prod that massive dildo in her tender, aching twat. Britney kept dragging her along, until the two girls were standing right in front of the stage hands, none of them saying a word. As Trisha looked up at the head cheerleader, she could see her friend's chest heaving as well, catching her breath, her blue eyes blazing and focused. She knew that Britney's hips must be trembling too as her pussy was teased and caressed, that her knees must be weak with lust just like Trisha's. The blonde parted her lips and paused for a second, as if trying to think of something to say. "Hi. I'm Britney," she said finally, briskly. Then, without another word, the head cheerleader sank to her knees on the grass, reached out, and grabbed the closest man's hip, pulling him towards her. He gasped and stumbled forward, leaving his crotch just inches from Britney's plump lips. Trisha gasped too, watching as Britney, not even waiting to ask, began to hurriedly yank open the man's fly, tugging his pants down to his knees. The petite cheerleader was gaping at Britney, but now her eyes suddenly zoomed to his crotch, and she suddenly felt her body rise with heat as a thick, rock-hard cock popped out. Wow...he's already hard and ready to go... The man jolted as Britney's fingers tightened around his hips, his eyes wide as saucers. "Wh-whoa..." he stammered, the only thing he could muster to say. The other three men were staring too, unable to believe their eyes. In the same moment, Britney had leaned forward, and the lucky man's cock was already in her mouth, plunging gently between the blonde's lips as she gulped him down, moaning softly as she felt his hard shaft against her tongue. The man groaned loudly, and in an instant all his surprise and shock was wiped clean. The only thing he cared about was the feeling of Britney's warm, soft lips gently gliding down his cock, bathing his meat, eagerly servicing him without even knowing his name. "Holy shit..." he gasped, staring down at Britney. His eyes were wide and unblinking as he watched the busty blonde slurp on his dick, her cheeks gently puckered as she gulped, her lips smacking and gurgling, her sky-blue eyes fixed happily on the shaft, watching as it vanished into her mouth. Trisha was staring at Britney too, her mouth wide open as she watched her friend blow a stranger. Now she understood why Britney had been in such a hurry. The head cheerleader had been ready to feel that cock in her lips as soon as she hurried off-stage. She was already thinking about it even before graduation was over! She saw these guys standing behind the stage when we walked on...and she already knew that she would fuck them! Now, Trisha realized that the other three men had now unzipped their jeans as well, They were totally ignoring her, circling around Britney, gaping and staring as the blonde serviced their friend. She could see all four of their rock-hard cocks now, three of them erect and throbbing in the warm afternoon air, the fourth one buried in Britney's wet, sloppy lips. Now, Trisha felt a jolt of lust rush through her body, making her shudder, and she realized that her legs felt like putty; her body so desperate with pleasure that she could barely stand. She could feel every inch of her skin tingling as she stared at those thick shafts, her little body trembling, her mind whirling. The dildo had filled her pussy up and now it was making the rest of her feel empty. She couldn't take her eyes off Britney's mouth, off the sight of that hard cock vanishing again and again into the blonde's lips. She could see Britney's slobber glistening on his meat, she could see his lust throbbing in that massive shaft, his hands tightening in her curly blonde hair. And now Trisha realized that her own mouth was still open, and it felt so empty, so bare and useless. Each time she saw Britney gulp his cock down, her own lips tingled at the thought of a throbbing dick, her tongue eager to feel it, salivating to taste it. She wanted to feel the velvety smooth shaft rubbing against the insides of her cheeks, the hot lust against her lips. Frantically, Trisha fell onto her knees too, as if she was praying, her eyes eager and thirsty. Those cocks looked so thick and stiff, just like the one that was plunging in and out of Britney's mouth, just like the dildo buried in her cunt. They were pumped full of blood and lust, smooth and hard and long. Hurriedly, the cheerleader leaned forward and opened her lips, extending her tongue and offering her mouth to them. For a second, none of them moved. They were frozen in place at the sight of the two eighteen-year-olds. A tall, busty blonde, with pretty blue eyes and gorgeous long legs was already on her knees, busy gulping down a cock. And now her friend – a sweet, perky brunette, barely five feet tall and with cute brown eyes – had sank to her knees as well, opening her mouth for them like an obedient pet, ready and willing to service them too. The man on the right came to his senses first. He quickly stepped forward, guiding his throbbing cock towards Trisha's face, and before he could do anything else the cheerleader had eagerly strained forward, gulping him into her mouth, letting her lips wrap tight around his shaft like a sheath. Immediately, two groans rang out into the field. The man let out a low moan of pleasure as he felt the brunette's soft lips slide across his member, coating him with her drool. And Trisha's entire body shuddered with satisfaction, her lust finally sated, her mouth finally full of hard cock. Her groan was muffled as she slurped, her tongue happily lapping at his shaft, her lips smoothly, gently gliding over his meat. Trisha reached forward and placed her hands on his hips, steadying herself, and now the cheerleader hungrily began to bob back and forth, pumping his shaft in and out her mouth, feeling him spear past her lips, stretching her cheeks, prodding at her lapping tongue. Every inch of her was tingling with satisfaction as she gulped and sucked, and now she guided her brown eyes up at the man's face as she serviced him. Ohhh...thank God...I felt so empty! Trisha's eyes locked onto his, her pretty, sweet face a picture of ecstasy. Oooh...and he tastes good! "Uhhh..." "Fuck yeah...get that dick, baby..." The two men were groaning in unison, their dicks buried deep in Britney's and Trisha's mouths, admiring the sight of the two cheerleaders, relishing their soft, warm lips and their velvet tongues. Their shafts were throbbing with lust as they plunged deep between the girls' puckered cheeks. The other two men were still standing next to them, and now each of them were gently jerking off their rock-hard dicks. Trisha felt a thrill run through her at the sight of it; she could see their lust throbbing in their shafts, masturbating at the sight of them because their desire was too much to contain, their carnal hunger deep in their faces and their eyes. Now, one man stepped forward and kneeled down next to Trisha, admiring the little brunette's slender, tight body as she rocked back and forth, slurping hungrily on his friend's cock. Trisha was still gulping and sucking when she felt his hands slide around her slim figure, fumbling for the zipper of her graduation gown. With one smooth motion he quickly pulled the gown off, letting the fabric sink to the ground, useless. Now both cheerleaders were on display, kneeling in the grass, their graduation gowns tossed on the field. Britney's gorgeous, round tits jiggled and danced as she bobbed back and forth, her blonde hair cascading across her shoulders, her mouth working hard as she serviced her man. Next to her, perky little Trisha was gently rocking back and forth as she slurped, her slender hips wiggling and straining forward. Her dress hugged her slim frame, the neckline dipping low enough to display her firm chest, the skirt riding up enough to show off her dainty, smooth legs as she kneeled in the grass. "Fuck...fuck...gulp it down, baby..." The stage hand was staring down at Britney as the blonde slurped on his cock, watching her impressive tits dance back and forth as she bounced. Now, Trisha suddenly jolted as she felt someone kneeling behind her, and hands began to slide up and down her petite body. He was groping the slim cheerleader, eager to feel her slender curves, to enjoy the soft skin of the little brunette kneeling and gurgling in front of him. Trisha's skin tingled and prickled as his fingers slid up and over her plump tits, down her tiny waist, across the curves of her wiggling hips. It was such a thrill, to feel so on display, to know that this man was so lustful at the sight of her young body that he couldn't keep his hands off her. And then, she felt his hand sliding under her skirt, feeling the cheerleader's firm ass. His fingers glided across the insides of her slim thighs. They reached Trisha's thong – dripping wet with lust – and he felt what was buried deep underneath, what was making the cheerleader thrill and whimper with desire. Trisha let out a gasp as she felt the vibrator shifting in her cunt, and drool spilled out of the brunette's lips as she gurgled and moaned in response, her body shuddering and trembling. "Holy shit!" "What's up, Eric?" Eric was kneeling behind Trisha, one hand sliding up and down her slim body, the other one slipped between her slim thighs. He grinned up at his friend. "You're not going to fucking believe this shit!" Trisha felt his hand slide across her butt, and in the next second she felt the material of her dress being pulled upwards. "This little girl's got a dildo stuffed up her twat!" "What??" The other men craned their necks to see. "Check it out..." And now, Trisha's entire body wriggled upwards in a single wave, her eyes popping wide as she felt his hand tighten on the dildo and gently, slowly, ease it partway out of her pussy to show his friends. She could feel every inch of that thick toy, its gliding movement matching the feeling of the cock plunging into her mouth, and the cheerleader whimpered with pleasure. "No fucking way..." "Yeah!" Eric was staring down at Trisha. Then he grinned. "Shit, man...you know what?" He burst out laughing. "She probably had this vibrator stuffed in her twat the entire time! You know, while she was on stage! Holy shit...what a little whore!" The other men were already laughing and nodding in agreement. "Wow...what a nasty little slut!" "She looks so sweet and innocent too, I can't fucking believe it..." "Yeah...sweet enough to swallow my cum!" Trisha's eyes were wide and sparkling as she listened to them. She had been caught; they had found the dildo buried in her cunt and now they knew that this cute little brunette was actually nasty and naughty. They like that I look so dainty and young...I guess it makes it even hotter when I turn out to be a filthy girl! "Hey Stan!" Eric called out, turning to the man who was jutting his cock into Britney's lips. "See if your girl has one too!" "Uhh..." Stan groaned, his eyes closed, lost in the feeling of Britney's mouth around his meat. "Fuck...fuck..." "Yeah!" The fourth man had just knelt behind Britney, yanking up her dress and reaching between her hips. Trisha saw her friend jolt and squirm, just like her, as he grabbed hold of the vibrator. "You've got to me shitting me...she's got a dildo too!" The four men burst out laughing, grinning at each other, and Trisha would have smiled too if her mouth wasn't stuffed full. They've a lucky bunch of guys...they found two nasty, naughty sluts, just aching to slurp down their cocks! Now, Trisha watched as the fourth man pulled Britney's dress up even further, taking the opportunity to feel her firm ass, to run his hands up and down her long, smooth legs. She could feel Eric's hands squeezing her slim thighs, sending jolt after jolt of tender desire reeling towards her stuffed pussy. The two cheerleaders continued to obediently slurp and gurgle, willingly submitting their bodies to those roving hands, letting them yank up the skirts of their dresses without asking. "Oh God...oh fuck..." "How's the little slut feel, Kyle? Can she suck cock?" "Are you...fucking kidding me?" Kyle groaned back, staring down at Trisha as she gulped him between her lips. "God...she's fucking incredible!" "Yeah...she looks so fucking good..." Eric mumbled as he kneeled behind Trisha. "What a hot little body..." He was admiring her slender hips and shoulders rolling back and forth as she gulped down Kyle's rod, her dainty figure on display. His eyes trailed down Trisha's figure, taking in the curve of her ass. The young cheerleader was seated on the ground, resting her butt on her feet, her heels upturned. Now, with his eyes and mouth still open in awe, Eric reached forward, in between Trisha's slim legs, and once again took hold of the dildo barely sticking out of her pussy. Like a bolt, Trisha jolted upwards, and a wild moan thrust through her chest and her mouth. Eric's fingers around the vibrator pressed it deeper into her tender cunt, and a burst of hot pleasure shot through her entire body. Oh God...yes! Ohhh that feels amazing!Instinctively, the cheerleader raised her butt off her heels and thrust it back, spreading her legs wider on the grass. A smile spread across Eric's face as he watched the petite brunette rearrange herself. She was offering her pussy to him, and her muffled moan confirmed it; she wanted more. With his mouth still open in awe, he now began to gently slide the toy back and forth, watching Trisha's body as he did it. The young girl was facing away from him, swallowing Kyle's meat, bobbing her head back and forth as she gurgled and slurped. But he could see her dainty body shuddering, her legs trembling with pleasure, her toes curling in the grass. Trisha could feel every inch of the thick toy plunging into her pussy, so firm and smooth, spreading and stretching her trembling, eager body with its girth. She moaned again and again in pleasure, arching her back as sharply as she could, thrusting her ass backwards, begging for more as Eric slid the toy into her. Ohh...please...please! But then, without warning, he slid the dildo completely out of Trisha's cunt. No! The cheerleader felt her entire body shudder and flush, this time not with pleasure but with aching desire. Her pussy cried out to be filled again, her hips twitched in desperation, her eyes widening. Without even thinking, Trisha leaned back, sliding the drool-coated cock out of her mouth, and frantically turned back to stare at Eric over her shoulder. "Please, please..." she started to whimper, the words tumbled out of her mouth, her brown eyes big and pleading. "Please...put it back – " But Trisha was cut off before she could finish, as she felt the hands on her cheeks pull her back, and before her vision even refocused, the cheerleader felt Kyle's cock slide back between her lips. The stagehand wasn't going to wait, shoving his dick deep into Trisha's mouth and forcing her to swallow him. Trisha gurgled in protest; all she could think about was that dildo, and now her pussy felt so terribly empty, so unfilled and unoccupied. Her body was flushed and hot with lust, and now there was nothing to satisfy it. Oh God...why did he pull it out? I need it! Ohhh, I need it so badly! Every inch of her was crying out for something stiff and hard to plunge into her soft flesh. But at that moment, Trisha felt fingers tightening on her butt; Eric was wrapping his hands around her little hips. For a moment, the cheerleader thought that he was ready to slide the dildo back inside of her, and instantly her body flushed with lust, her pussy aching and ready. But it never came. Instead, Eric was tugging her back, urging her to scoot towards him. His fingers were firm through Trisha's tight dress, pressing just slightly into the young cheerleader's skin. It was as if he was trying to raise her butt up and pull her back towards him. And then, suddenly, Trisha understood. An eager moan burst through the cheerleader's lips, muffled by the thick cock deep in her mouth, accompanied by a dribble of slobber that ran down her chin as she slurped. Eagerly, the brunette submitted to Eric's tugging, scooting backwards on her knees across the grass. She planted both of her hands down on the field as she scooted, now servicing Kyle's cock with nothing but her plump lips, carefully guiding his erect member into her mouth as she bobbed back and forth. On her hands and knees now, Trisha was still facing Kyle, watching and feeling him jut his shaft in and out of her mouth. But she knew what Eric wanted, and now her body tingled with excitement. He was still gently tugging at her, moving her into the right position. And then, finally, she felt something hard and smooth pressed up between her thighs. Oooh YES!! Trisha was still obediently sucking on Kyle's dick, but her entire body was radiating with anticipation, with eager desire. The cheerleader was so flushed with lust that she thought she would explode; her pussy had been teased and filled for so long by that dildo that she was dying to be stuffed again. Ohh...there's only one thing better than a dildo, and that's a big, hard cock! Trisha felt her hips wiggling, her back arching sharply, waiting impatiently for the feeling of being filled. Even as she sucked Kyle's cock, her body was straining backwards, trying desperately to guide that hard shaft into her twat, the shaft that she could just barely feel, pressing against her tender mound. Eric wasn't moving. His hands were firm on Trisha's butt, holding her steady for him to plunge into, but for a moment he was just staring down. He was taking in the sight of the young cheerleader, on her hands and knees, slurping down a cock as she rocked back and forth, her slim hips dancing in impatience, her slender curves on display as she stretched out on the grass. Trisha's blowjob had grown sloppy in all her excitement, and now her drool was spilling down her chin.. But the eighteen-year-old heard Kyle's voice clearly above her: "Put it in, man," he said. He was talking to Eric. "Fuck her...I want to see this little girl get double-teamed," "Oh fuck yeah..." Eric groaned, and now Trisha's entire body jolted and stiffened as she felt him slowly begin to press into her. Her young pussy was very tight, but she was dripping wet with lust, and he eased smoothly into her soft cunt. Ohhhhh!!! "Uhhh..." he moaned, and Trisha did too, her voice muffled as she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being filled once more. Only this time, it wasn't just a piece of plastic, but a hot, thick cock, pulsing and throbbing with lust for her, ready to ravish her perky body. Eric's dick was sating her lust, filling and stuffing her full. Just what I wanted...just what I needed! All around the football field, there was the sound of the high school band, of people cheering and laughing. The afternoon sun was bright overhead, illuminating balloons as they floated up and graduation caps tossed into the air. Spread out in front of the stage was the entire senior class of Eisenhower High, with all their families, their teachers and friends and relatives, talking and celebrating and taking pictures. But just behind the stage in the shaded grass, two cheerleaders were on their knees servicing a group of strangers. One girl was thrusting a cock between her lips, massaging her own massive tits as she did it, pulling her curly blonde hair out of her face, winking up at the stranger as she bathed his meat. And the other one was on her hands and knees, whimpering and moaning as she rocked back and forth between two strangers, taking a hard cock in front and in back. Kyle was sliding between her plump, drooling lips, muffling her moans and stretching her jaw as she slurped him down. And Eric was pumping her cunt, spearing between her slender legs, each thrust sending her swaying on the grass. "Ohh fuck..." Eric groaned as he worked Trisha's twat. "She's fucking soaking man...she's so wet..." The petite cheerleader could feel his hips plowing into hers, driving his shaft deep into her pussy, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure reeling through her little body. Each pound by his cock sent a thrilled, delighted feeling deeper and deeper into her chest, making her whimper and moan desperately in pleasure. Trisha stared up at Kyle, her eyes big and eager with desire as he plunged into her mouth. "Oh fuck...she looks so hot..." He was staring back down into her sweet brown eyes as she looked up, watching her cheeks pucker and dimple as she slurped him down, watching his cock plunge into her mouth. The eighteen-year-old was using only her lips to bathe his shaft, keeping both hands planted in the grass, guiding him smoothly between her soft lips as her slobber dribbled down her chin. "God damn, she is hot..." "Yeah...wow, that looks nice." Now, the fourth man, standing next to Britney, was looking over, watching Trisha whimper and squirm in between his two friends. The young cheerleader's figure was perfectly on display in her little pink dress; her perky tits straining against the tight material, dancing slightly as she rocked, sloping out of her tiny waist. Her eyes were wide and eager, and her graduation cap, still perched atop her head, was sliding back and forth as she moaned. Her gently curved hips were thrust in the air for Eric to grab hold and pump, the skirt of her dress hitched up over her asscheeks. Eric was straddling Trisha's bare legs, and now, as he looked on, the fourth man could see Trisha's little feet peeking out from between Eric's knees, bouncing in her heels on the grass as she swung back and forth, letting two cocks plunge into her tight body. "Come on, you slut, I want some of that too," the fourth man said now, grabbing hold of Britney's hips and forcing the blonde to scoot back. He savagely yanked Britney towards him on the grass, so fiercely that for a second the blonde lost her balance, her hands wildly flailing and her knees dragging through the dirt as he pulled her backwards, But Britney only moaned in response, quickly scooting into position just like Trisha, thrusting her ass into the air, placing her hands on the ground, offering herself doggy-style. Now, even as she continued to gulp down Stan's cock, she reached back and yanked up her own skirt, bunching it impatiently around her waist, tugging her own thong down to her thighs. Her massive tits bounced as she slurped, her legs spread wide. Her long, curly blonde hair dangled across her shoulders, flopping slightly back and forth as she pumped Stan's cock into her mouth, gurgling and moaning. Tightening his hands around the blonde's hips, he gently sank his cock into her pink twat. "Mmmm!" Britney's groan was muffled by Stan's shaft, but it was unmistakable, and the blonde's long, smooth legs twitched in pleasure as she took his meat into her pussy. The stranger groaned too, feeling her teenage twat engulf his cock, a soft warm sheath around his hard dick, wrapped tight as he slid into her. "Hell yeah, Kenny!" Trisha heard Eric whoop, laughing as he grinded his hips into the petite brunette. Now both cheerleaders were doubled-teamed, stretched out on their hands and knees on the field, in the summer sun, rocking back and forth as four strangers ravished their young bodies. Trisha could feel Eric's fingers slide off her butt, down around the insides of her slim, spread thighs. Ooh yes! He was trying to get even better leverage; he wanted to fuck Trisha even harder. The cheerleader felt his fingers tighten on her legs, and then his hips began to pump hard into her, grabbing hold of her tight body and powerfully slamming his shaft into her twat. "Mmfff!!" Trisha let out a muffled whimper, her mouth stuffed full with cock, and her eyes widened with pleasure as Eric began to roughly drill her cunt, holding onto the dainty cheerleader's hips as he put all his weight into pounding her. Yes...yes!! He was so strong and hard, violating her young body, fiercely punishing her tender twat. Kyle reached down and wrapped his hands around the back of Trisha's head, burying his fingers in the cheerleader's soft brown hair. Eric's hard, fierce thrusts were sending the eighteen-year-old reeling forward in abrupt jolts, so that her head jerked forward and her lips skimmed down his shaft. He was lost in the sight of her sweet face slurping down his dick, and now, with a sneer, he pressed his hips hungrily into her. The brunette gurgled and sputtered, but she managed to take his meat, and the stagehand let out a loud groan as his shaft slid down her throat, his balls pressed against her chin, her nose squashed into his pubes. "FUCK yeah!" he yelled out, and now, as if prompted by his friend's roughness, he began to violently pump his cock into Trisha's lips, his hands tightening around her head, slamming his meat into the cheerleader's mouth with all his energy. Trisha's body jolted in response as he drilled her face, and she felt her chest convulsing as she choked on his meat, spearing too deep and too fast into her unprepared mouth. But Kyle was vicious; he was yanking Trisha's head back and forth even as he thrust his hips into her, forcing the eighteen-year-old to slurp down his meat even as she gagged and coughed. The brunette's vision spun as her head rocked up and down, and now the vicious motion sent her graduation cap ajar, and the cheerleader gasped as it toppled forward, sliding down her forehead and over her eyes. Blinded now, Trisha was left to do nothing but feel the two men roughly ravish her, each one tightly gripping her young body and holding her steady while they pumped her. Eric's hands were hard and firm around her soft thighs, yanking her hips back to meet his as he fiercely plunged into her, working the cheerleader's cunt hard, powering his cock so deep that Trisha thought she could feel him prodding between her ribs. And Kyle's hands were locked around her head, jerking her back and forth like she was a rag doll as he shoved his shaft between her drooling lips. And even as Trisha choked and sputtered, even as her body was pulled and yanked back and forth, every inch of her radiated with carnal pleasure. They're abusing me...mistreating me...they're taking advantage of my little body! Ohhh...they're using me just like a dirty slut deserves! She couldn't see a thing, but Trisha knew that Britney was right next to her, taking the same hard treatment, that the tall blonde was eagerly rocking back and forth as two cocks plunged into her. "Uhhh! Yeah!" Kyle groaned as he stared down at the dainty brunette, her hair flopping across her slim, arched back, her graduation cap still perched on her head but now ajar, the tip bouncing on the bridge of the cheerleader's nose as he yanked her head back and forth, covering her eyes so that all he could see was her soft mouth, slurping and gurgling as he thrust his meat between her lips. Trisha could feel Eric's balls pressing against her as he drilled into her pussy, filling her so deep with thick meat. She could feel the hot, throbbing lust in each of their cocks, pulsing in her cunt and her mouth, thumping in her body as they ravished her. They were fucking her together now, plunging their shafts into the petite cheerleader in rhythm, and now Trisha relished taking one cock down her throat while another one powered balls-deep into her twat. "How's she feel, man?" Trisha heard Kenny say, his breathing harsh as he grinded into Britney. "Oh fuck..." Eric's reply came back just as breathless, panting from the effort of driving his cock into Trisha's little body. "Her snatch is so tight, man...she's like a fucking glove! How's your bitch?" "So fucking good...you should feel these tits! Unbelievable...damn, man..." "Yeah...I saw that blonde before the ceremony...what a fucking body..." Kenny laughed. "Yeah, but check out your whore...so little and tight...she looks so good getting pounded!" Trisha let out another gurgled whimper. We're both so nasty! Just a few minutes earlier, the two cheerleaders were sitting on stage as they graduated; now they were just behind it, being roughly ravished. Britney was tall and busty and gorgeous enough to be a glamour model – but here she was, on her hands and knees in the dirt, taking a stranger's dick in her cunt, sucking someone off even as she fucked. And Trisha looked so young and cute and sweet; a dainty, perky brunette with an angelic smile and soft brown eyes. Now she had a cock thrust down her throat and slobber dribbling down her chin, her pussy stuffed to the brim with a throbbing, thick shaft. No one would guess it just by looking at us, but we're a pair of dirty, filthy, naughty whores! "Hey...hey Eric..." Kenny panted a few seconds later, sounding eager. He had an idea. "Want to switch?" Still able to see nothing but black, Trisha heard Eric burst out laughing above her. "Fuck yeah, man!" And then, without another word, she felt his hands leave her spread thighs, and then his shaft slid out of her swollen twat, leaving her empty and tender. She heard rustling behind her, and then a second later, another pair of hands was roughly grabbing her slim legs, pulling them even further apart. The cheerleader let out a muffled squeal. It felt so nasty and thrilling to feel a different man grabbing at her hips, to know that a brand new cock was ready to plunge into her little body. They're trading off me and Britney...like we're pieces of meat, just two twats to try out! Eagerly, Trisha arched her back and thrust her ass in the air, offering herself to him. They're treating us like worthless sluts! Just a pair of whores to be used and abused, however they want! Trisha still couldn't see a thing, but she heard a wild, muffled groan from next to her, and she knew that Eric had just plunged his cock into Britney, that the tall blonde was now taking two dicks once more, moaning in pleasure as they double-teamed the head cheerleader. Ohhh... Now the eighteen-year-old eagerly scooted her butt further back into the hands groping her, straining for him, desperate for the same treatment. "Holy shit..." she heard Eric groan. "You were right man...this bitch's body is...fucking unbelievable!" "Yeah..." Kenny was saying now, his fingers sliding up and down Trisha's dainty thighs, watching the petite brunette wriggle in his hands. "Man...this little girl is fine too...I can't believe she's old enough to be graduating..." Now, Trisha felt one hand slide around the inside of her left thigh and effortlessly hoist it up sideways, spreading her legs apart. Her foot was dangling in the air now as he cradled her leg in his elbow, leaving his hips spread and ready for him. And then, a second later, she felt his hips press against hers, and his thick, throbbing hot shaft plunged into her swollen twat, easily sliding into her soaked canal. "Ohhhh fuck..." she heard Kenny groan, and the cheerleader's body jolted rigid with the pleasure of taking his meat, of hearing him moan out loud in lust for her young body. It took only a few seconds before he was eagerly bucking into her twat, just like Eric. The feeling of her tight pussy, warm and sheathing his cock, was too much for him, and now he was ferociously pounding her, slamming his hips into hers. Trisha was balanced on one knee now, the other leg flopping sideways in the air as Kenny spread her thighs, rocking her back and forth, plowing his cock deep into her young body. Once again the little cheerleader was being ravished and violated by two dicks, slurping down one shaft and taking another deep in her twat. Trisha and Britney had just been traded. We're just here for their pleasure.... Just two nasty whores to be fucked...two cum dumps ready for a deposit! Ooh...I don't care whose cock is in my pussy...all I care is that I get pounded and pumped, that I get the punishment I deserve! She could feel his pulsing meat deep in her twat as he drilled her again and again. "Oh...oh shit..." Kenny was moaning now. "God...she's so fucking tight...this pussy is so fucking good..." Trisha could feel his fingers tightening around her slim thighs as he yanked her back and forth, driving his meat balls-deep in her cunt. She could feel his hips working hard, putting all his muscle into ravishing the dainty cheerleader, plowing into her as hard as he could. He was still holding onto her one leg, spreading it in the air, and his strength sent it swinging wildly back and forth. "Fuck...fuck...this slut is so tight...oh my God..." The petite brunette could hear the other men laughing at Kenny's frenzied panting. "Yeah..." Eric said now. "She's got a nice pussy, doesn't she?" "Oh...no...I really mean it..." Kenny moaned, his voice strained and desperate. "She's so tight...ahhh God...ahhh...I'm gonna cum!" Trisha's eyes were still hidden under her crooked graduation cap, but now they grew wide and sparkling with excitement, delighted at Kenny's words. Yes! Yes, please! She wanted to wail it out loud, but her mouth was muffled and stuffed with Kyle's cock. Ohhh yes, please, please...I want that cum! I want to feel him throbbing and spurting in my cunt...I want to feel his load flooding my twat...ohhh please! Please! The cheerleader's entire body was trembling in anticipation now, ready and waiting for his cum. "Wait!" Kyle suddenly shouted. "Wait, I want to feel her pussy too! No sloppy seconds, man!" "Oh fuck..." Kenny groaned back. "I can't hold it, man...she's so fucking good..." "Ahhhh!!!" Finally, at the last second, Kenny slid his dick out of Trisha's cunt. He let go of the cheerleader's leg, letting it flop to the ground. It was barely in time, and a second later, Trisha could feel a long rope of something thick and wet spraying over her butt; Kenny was spurting his cum on her ass. "Ahhh...fuck...fuck..." he was groaning, over and over, lost in the throes of his orgasm. It must have been an extra big load, because Trisha suddenly felt a stream splatter not only onto her butt cheeks, but also onto her arched back, soaking through the fabric of her hitched-up dress, staining the light pink material with his seed. More cum was coming, and again Trisha felt another spurt firing a long line over the slopes of her ass and onto her back. She could feel his hot spunk dribbling across her buttcheeks, more spurts soaking into the back of her lovely dress. The other three men were laughing; Kenny was shaming the young cheerleader, showering her with his cum. But even as Trisha listened to them laughing, even as she felt the thick cum dribble all over her, her chest was sinking in disappointment. She loved the feeling of a cock throbbing in her pussy so much, of cum spurting through his shaft and into her young twat; but now her cunt was completely empty. All that wasted cum...splattered on my back instead of deep inside of me! Suddenly, Trisha felt her graduation cap being wrenched off her head and tossed on the ground. Blinking now, letting her eyes get used to the sun again, the cheerleader looked up to see Kyle grinning down at her, his eyes hungry with lust, his entire body tense and ready with desire for her. He wanted to see her big, sweet puppy-dog eyes as he plowed his cock into her mouth. He was staring ravenously down at the petite brunette, still on her hands and knees, her arched butt in the air and coated with thick white streaks of cum; her cute dress now covered in stained streaks from Kenny's wild orgasm. Trisha was staring up at him with such a cute, pleading expression as she slurped on his cock, and now he couldn't take it anymore. Without warning, Kyle frantically rose to his feet, pulling his dick out of Trisha's lips with a sloppy pop, leaving the cheerleader's mouth still open and a stream of her drool trickling onto the grass below. Kyle's face was red and wild with lust, looking more like an animal than a man, savagely pushing his friend out of the way. He had just seen two other men plunge their cocks into the whimpering, squirming cheerleader, and now he was throbbing and painfully hard with the need to do the same, ready to feel if the little brunette's pussy was as soft and tight as they had said. Trisha's eyes widened even more with eagerness as she watched Kyle, and now she squealed as he grabbed her petite body, his hands running over her smooth thighs and her plump tits. She felt him tugging the shoulder straps of her dress down, ferociously yanking the fabric off her little body, so fast that it seemed he had four hands instead of two. In a matter of seconds he was lifting Trisha's knees one by one off the ground, jerking the pink dress off her legs, untangling it from her feet and discarding it in a ball on the grass. He began to fumble with her bra strap, but only a second later he gave up and ripped it in two, and Trisha gasped and winced at the snap of it breaking. Oh my God...he's like an animal! The petite cheerleader was naked in front of him now, the dainty curves that were bundled up in her tight dress now fully on display; her perky tits plump and round, her little pink nipples stiff in the afternoon air. The eighteen-year-old was still on her hands and knees, and now her red, soaked pussy stared up at Kyle as she thrust her ass into the air, offering herself to him, inviting him in. A wide, sneering grin spread across Kyle's face. He took only a few more seconds to take in the sight of the petite cheerleader, spread out in front of him, and then he pounced. Trisha yelped and gasped as she felt both of his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down, and instantly she collapsed under his strength, her perky chest shoved into the grass. She had just enough time to turn her face to the right before her head plowed into the grass too, and now she felt the cool dirt against her cheek as Kyle's hands drove her into the ground. The little cheerleader was now face down and ass up, shamefully forced into position for Kyle, and the stagehand moaned out his pleasure as he slowly eased his hot shaft into her soft pussy, relishing every inch. "Oooohh..." Trisha whimpered now, her body squirming with the feeling of taking her third cock of the afternoon, her shoulders wriggling under Kyle's vice-like force. The dainty brunette's hair was spilled out across the football field, her tits shoved into the grass, her cheek sullied with dirt. Her slim back was sharply arched, as Kyle shoved her head into the ground, keeping her butt raised as he eagerly plowed his shaft into her. Thrust after thrust, each pump made Trisha cry out in pleasure. Now that her face was forced sideways, Trisha was staring right at Britney, and her brown eyes widened at the sight of her friend, still on her hands and knees, sandwiched and double-teamed by two strangers. Her long legs were now spread widely on the grass, looking smooth and sleek; her sunny blonde hair cascading over her back like a curtain. Eric had yanked open the head cheerleader's dress, and now his hands were hungrily running all over Britney's gorgeous, double-D tits, groping them in two big handfuls, feeling them dance along with her body as he rocked her back and forth with his cock. Stan had his eyes closed and his hips jutted out, groaning in rhythm, as Britney eagerly slurped down his meat, one hand wrapped around his shaft as she plunged him all the way into her mouth. Now, Trisha watched in admiration as the blonde pressed her soft lips all the way against Stan's crotch, his entire dick disappeared between her cheeks. A second later, Britney's little tongue poked out, tonguing his balls as she deep-throated him, and Stan groaned out loudly in response. God...she looks so nasty! Trisha stared eagerly at the sight of Britney, happily choking down a hot cock, taking another one deep in her cunt while she moaned. Eric's hands were running all over her tits as he fucked her, squeezing and massaging. He can't get enough of her body...he can't believe he gets to pound such a gorgeous blonde! Britney's such a slut! Now, Trisha let out a yelp as Kyle plunged extra-hard into her tight cunt, his force driving the petite cheerleader even harder into the ground. And so am I! Trisha couldn't stop thinking about how filthy the scene was: two high school seniors, getting gang-banged right out in the open, in broad daylight on the football field, while every single one of their classmates were happily chatting only a short distance away. Two naughty sluts, getting ravished and pounded on our own graduation day! As soon as everyone else got off the stage, they wanted to celebrate with their family and all their friends. But all I could think about was finding a thick cock to shove into my pussy...all I wanted was to get pumped and pounded and abused like a little whore! Trisha looked back at Britney; the blonde had slid the cock back out of her mouth, and now her friend was visibly gasping for air, catching her breath after choking on Stan's cock for so long. Ohh...she's so nasty! "Uhh!" Suddenly, Trisha felt Kyle's fingers closing around her long brown hair, gathering all of it up into a single handful. Then, in the next instant, Trisha squealed as she felt him yanking up, pulling her head up by her hair, forcing the cheerleader to sharply arch her young body on the grass as he drilled her pussy. Pain seared through her neck, but Trisha only shuddered with pleasure at his roughness. "Yes! Ooh!...oh!...more!" Trisha was suddenly yelping out loud. "Pull my hair! Take me! Pound me!" The words tumbled from her mouth like a waterfall, her desire spilling out of her trembling body. "Yeah!" Kyle shouted back, breathless. "Take it, you whore!" His fingers tight as a fist in her hair, he shoved her head forward, and the cheerleader shouted in shock as she was plowed face first into the grass, too surprised this time to react. "Oh FUCK yeah!" Kyle whooped. He was grinning down at the young brunette, staring at her petite body, watching his cock disappear into her tight, soft twat, the third cock to stuff the little eighteen-year-old. "Take it, you dirty bitch! You fucking slut!" Trisha could feel Kyle's hand on the back of her head, his other on her back, forcing her down against the ground, mashing and shoving her face into the dirt as he plowed his cock into her. She could feel the cool grass against her nose and flushed cheeks, her shoulder blades thrust painfully into the ground. She could taste dirt in her mouth, bitter and gritty. He was so roughly abusing the young cheerleader, treating her so badly even as she willingly offered her tight pussy to him. Now, she could hear his friends laughing at her, watching as she was shoved face-first into the dirt. "Fuck yeah, Kyle! Use that little bitch! " "Ah ha ha! Make her lick up dirt while you fuck her!" Ooh! Trisha couldn't speak with her face buried in the grass, but she drank in their words. I'm being violated, dominated, mistreated...like a nasty slut! Like a worthless whore! Like I'm nothing but a pussy to fuck, nothing but a dirty cum dump! Trisha was relishing Kyle's strength, coursing through him as he jammed her into the ground, taking her pussy so viciously, slamming his cock deep and hard into the helpless brunette. Shoving my face into the ground, pulling my head back and forth like a rag doll...oh he's so rough! The cheerleader was wild with lust, her body flushed and glowing with pleasure. Each thought rushing through her head sent a jolt of desire through the brunette, loving the abuse she was taking, loving how hard Kyle was pounding her young body. This is where I belong! She told herself now. On my knees, naked and pinned down, with my face in the dirt and my pussy full of cock! This is what a filthy, cum-hungry slut deserves! Wild and thrilled with lust, Trisha suddenly began to thrust her hips against Kyle's, working his hard cock as fast as she could, desperate to take his full length, to feel him yank and push her. "Ohh...oh holy shit..." Kyle groaned, watching the petite cheerleader milk his dick as she hungrily pumped against him, bucking with all her might. The brunette felt his fingers tightening in her hair, his hands pushing even harder, shoving her deeper into the grass, squashing her nose in the soil. Ohhh YES! Trisha responded by thrusting her slim hips extra fast, taking his cock balls-deep in her cunt, shuddering with pleasure. The faster she bucked and plowed into his hips, the harder he would shove her into the ground, the more he would abuse her as he plunged his stiff meat again and again into her little pussy. And she wanted even more. "Yes...yes..." Kyle's voice was growing harsher and louder with pleasure as Trisha eagerly took his cock, thrusting wildly in lust, her dainty body shuddering and squirming with the impact of his rod buried in her twat. Her hands were now two little claws, her fingernails digging into the soil. Her legs were taut and straining as she bucked against Kyle's cock, her back stiff and curved. "Ahh...ahhhh!! Fuck!!" The cheerleader could hear the pleasure growing in Kyle's voice, and it made her own body course with hot desire, flooding through her. She was being so filthy, eagerly slamming her little butt into his hips, taking his hard cock even as he violently pushed her into the ground. Yess...abuse me...punish me...treat me like a dirty whore! "F-fuck!" Now Kyle's voice was starting to crack, and Trisha could hear him huffing and puffing between his words. "Oh fuck... s-slow down...holy shit!!" An eager wave of pride and lust burst through the young brunette. Kyle was the one dominating her, roughly pinning her down, forcing her to eat dirt while he plowed his cock into her pussy. But now he was begging her; he was pleading for her to work his shaft slower. The pleasure of her tight cunt was too much for him, the sight of the little cheerleader bucking and writhing in lust even as he held her down was too much to handle. "Wait...ahh...ahhh!!" But each protest only made Trisha thrust against him even harder; every word flushed the brunette with eager lust, making her want his cock more. She could feel him, rock-hard and throbbing hot with lust now, deep and hard in her pussy, filling her young body to the hilt, stuffing her soft cunt. Now there was only one thought in the cheerleader's mind; only one thing that she wanted. She was being violated and ravished, servicing her third man of the day, and now she knew what would be the perfect ending to all of it. His cum...I want it in my pussy! I want to feel him spurt inside of me! Trisha could feel her entire body tingling, every inch of her on edge with anticipation. I won't be nasty enough until I take his load! I'm not a cock-hungry, cum-starved, dirty little slut unless my pussy is full of a stranger's jism! And suddenly, Trisha's body went wild with lust. The perky cheerleader's slim hips were a blur against Kyle, driving his cock so deep and so hard into her own cunt, eagerly bucking against him like her life depended on it. Her chest heaved as she panted with the effort, working his shaft, filling herself again and again. And then Trisha heard a groan that made every inch of her thrill with joy. "Ohhh...I...ah...I can't hold it!!" Ohhh!!! Suddenly, Trisha wrenched her head back up out of the dirt, and she screamed out a wild reply at the top of her lungs. "YESS! Cum in me!!! Cum, now! Please!!" And he did. With a wild, ragged groan, Kyle jammed his hips as hard as he could into the little cheerleader, and Trisha screamed out in pleasure as she felt his force, driving his cock savagely hard into her pussy. She was stuffed so tightly that she could feel each pulse in his rock-hard cock, every beat of the blood coursing through his hot shaft, of his lust for her sweet, young body. Now, the brunette felt his cock pumping even more, swelling and throbbing inside of her, and in the next second Trisha felt his cum erupt out of his shaft, flooding her twat, pumping his seed into her. Her eyes opened wide and the cheerleader's face burst into joy as she cried out in pleasure. "YESSSSS!!!!" She shoved her own hips into Kyle's, wanting to bury every last bit of his cock in her pussy, desperate to feel his cum spurt from balls to tip into her cunt. Pulse after pulse, shot after shot, Kyle was filling Trisha's petite body with his jism, each burst so hot and thick in her twat. Every jet of his seed made her skin tingle like it was on fire. She could feel his hand on the back of her head, her hair tangled and bunched in his fingers, his hips jammed hard against hers. Ohhhhh yesss!!! And Trisha could feel every drop of cum inside of her, warmly flooding her pussy, filling her up with his jism. His cock throbbed and swelled each time it shot another jet in her cunt, and every spurt made the cheerleader shudder and thrill with pleasure, happily accepting a stranger's load. Ohhhh!! The young brunette's body was tensing, her arms rigid and her back stiff and arched, her legs wobbling in the grass. She could feel the heat flooding through the rest of the body, accompanied by a fierce wave of pleasure that made her shudder violently. Trisha felt her lust building deep inside of her, spreading through her trembling limbs, wracking her with jolt after jolt of carnal desire. Now, she closed her eyes, and all she could feel was Kyle's cock, so thick and hot in her tight pussy, so deep in her little body, filling and stuffing her, throbbing with shot after shot of jism just for her. A hard cock for a nasty young cheerleader...a fresh batch of cum for a dirty girl! Trisha could feel every inch of her twitching and quivering with pleasure. She could feel her chest heaving, her lips parting as her lust burst out of her. A complete stranger's dick, just for me...for a naughty little whore...for a filthy, nasty, shameless, cum-starved SLUT! "AHHHHHH!!!" A wild, ragged scream escaped the petite brunette's heaving chest, her mouth open wide, her face twitching and her cheeks flushed red with pleasure. Trisha's mind went blank as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy convulsing on the throbbing cock, her body shaking and trembling as she writhed in pleasure. Her perky tits danced back and forth as she panted, pausing only to let out scream after desperate scream of lust, lost in her climax. "OHHHH!!! YESSSS!!!! OHHHHHH!!!" "Holy...shit..." Kyle gasped as he stared down at Trisha. The naked, petite brunette was quivering and shaking in the grass, still on her hands and knees, her dainty little body flushed with pleasure. Her screams were uncontrolled and ear-splittingly loud; the cheerleader was so deep in her lust that she had completely forgotten where she was. For several long moments, Trisha's body stayed tense and rigid, ravished by wave after wave of fierce pleasure, her pussy wracked by thick spasms that pulsed through every inch of her young body. At last, the eighteen-year-old felt her orgasm calming, and instantly she drooped onto the field, struggling to recover from her climax. Ooh...wow! But now that her screams had died down, Trisha realized that someone else was shouting. "Ahh...Fuck...FUCK!" The cheerleader turned to see that Eric's grip had tightened around Britney's slender waist and that his shaft was buried completely in the blonde, his balls pressed against her squirming hips. He was shuddering violently, and the head cheerleader let out a loud, muffled moan of pleasure. Trisha suddenly realized that Eric was cumming too, that Britney was enjoying the same feeling of hot jism flooding her pussy. And then, only a second later, Stan was groaning, and he was shoving his meat deep into the blonde's mouth. The two were orgasming inside Britney together, filling the head cheerleader up with their cum, shooting their loads down her throat and deep into her twat. Trisha was still panting, her mind still putty, but even so she watched her friend groan and whimper between the two men, accepting their cum with an eager, glistening look in her eyes. Finally, when they had finished depositing their loads in her, they sagged away, gasping and panting, leaving Britney still in her doggy-style position, flushed and red with pleasure. The head cheerleader turned and her eyes met Trisha's. Trisha felt a grin spread across her face, and Britney quickly returned it. The two cheerleaders were staring happily at each other, enjoying the sight of the other girl, stretched out on the grass, recovering from a hard gang-bang. The tall, stunning blonde and the perky little brunette were both on their hands and knees, ravished and naked. Trisha's eyes glittered as she smiled at her friend. The dainty cheerleader's chin was sticky with drool, her knees and palms stained green from thrusting back and forth on the grass for so long. She glanced down and suddenly saw her dildo, left behind by Eric on the ground, between her legs. I just...masturbated during my own graduation! I got fucked by three strangers barely five minutes after I accepted my high school diploma...before I had even finished taking off my robe! Trisha imagined Eric absentmindedly tossing the dildo on the grass, forgetting it completely, staring only at her young, pink pussy, thinking only about sinking his throbbing cock into her. And he was only the first of three strangers to work my twat...each one taking their turn, using and abusing me! Now, Trisha sat up and picked up the dildo, grinning to herself as she realized it was still vibrating. And I loved every minute of it! I couldn't wait to cum on a stranger's cock...I'm a dirty slut! She turned her head now to see that Britney was licking her lips, making sure she had gotten every drop of Stan's cum. Both of us are...so nasty that we couldn't wait to get off-stage just to find some guys to pump us hard! With our friends only on the other side...with our parents waiting... ...My parents! The cheerleader suddenly gasped. I totally forgot about them! They must have been wandering around the entire time, looking for her, waiting to congratulate her. And the longer they look, the more likely they'll come around back and... Right on cue, Trisha suddenly heard footstep just on the other side of the stage, and then a voice – unmistakably her mother's. She was shouting, apparently trying to be heard over the rest of the families on the field. "I can't imagine where Trisha could be...I feel like we've walked across the entire field by now!" Like a bolt, the cheerleader leapt to her feet, her perky curves still on display. She hurriedly looked around for her clothes. Her graduation robe was right in front of her; her pretty pink dress was a in a tangled heap several feet away. "Well...let's slip behind the stage and try her cell phone. I couldn't hear a thing before...not when we were in the middle of all the other families!" Trisha was midstep towards her dress, but frantically she changed her mind. There's no time!! Instead, the cheerleader snatched up her graduation robe, leaving her dress and bra discarded on the field. She already started around the stage, throwing the baggy gown over her naked body, hurrying through the grass. The brunette had just barely rounded the corner when she bumped into her parents. "Oh! I'm sorry, I – Trisha!" The cheerleader gave a nervous, breathy laugh. "Hi mom!" Her mother laughed too. "Trisha, where in the world have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" Trisha nodded, smiling sweetly up at her parents, doing her best to act normal. Her mind whirled as she thought of a good answer. "Oh...yeah, I was looking for you too! But, um...I had to run to the bathroom after the ceremony. I guess I had too much water!" Her parents laughed. "Well, at least we finally found you. Now we can get out of this sun! Let's duck behind the stage, okay?" Trisha's eyes widened in fright. Britney was right behind her, still panting and recovering. Her parents would see her pretty dress, heaped in the grass and stained with cum. They would see those four men, the strangers who had just ravished and abused their sweet little daughter. "U-um...wait!" Trisha gasped, just as her mother began to work forward. "Why...why don't we just head for the gym? I um...I was going to meet Mandy there!" "Oh..." her mother paused, then shrugged. "Well, all right." Whew! Close one! The petite cheerleader hurried after her parents, who were now walking in the other direction, across the field. Her mother turned and examined the little brunette as she caught up with them. "Trisha, dear, you don't have to keep that big robe on anymore, you know. Most of the other students have taken them off. You must be burning up in there." And with that, her mother came forward, reaching out to help her daughter unzip the gown. "Oh!" Trisha started, and quickly she clung the robe to her naked body, before her mother could reach the zipper, before she could reveal the cheerleader's bare, perky tits. "I...um...that's okay, mom! I kind of like it! You know...it makes me feel all grown up!" Her mother looked confused for a second, but then she laughed and stepped back. "Well...if you say so, sweetie. I'm so proud of you!" Trisha gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks, mom." Her parents were both looking down at her, beaming with pride at their sweet, good little daughter. Then her father paused. "Trisha...where's your diploma?" The cheerleader looked down now, at her one bare foot. Uh oh! She had already come up with two quick excuses, and now her mind went blank. "I...um...I don't know..." Trisha said finally, and she quickly put a confused look on her face. "I...must have lost it!" Her mother rolled her eyes. "Oh, Trisha!" She already had her lecturing tone in her voice. "I keep telling you over and over... you has got to be more aware! Now that you're out of high school, you need to start taking care of yourself." She looked Trisha firmly in the eye. "There are plenty of people out there that would love to take advantage of a naïve young girl like you!" Trisha looked back up at her mother, still clutching her dildo under her robe with one hand. As she listened, she savored the material of her graduation robe against her naked skin; the rest of her clothes scattered behind the stage, savagely ripped off her little body by Kyle before he plunged his cock into her pussy. She could feel the gown sticking to her butt, where Kenny's jism stains were still drying on her skin. She could still feel the hot, fresh load of cum in her tender cunt, now dribbling down one thigh in a sticky stream that made Trisha's skin tingle. The petite cheerleader had to stifle a giggle as she smiled. "Thanks, mom...I'll keep an eye out for them!"