Good Girl vs. Slut

Two Weeks Later… "Mmmf…ugh…yeah, Trisha…" Mr. Braun's grunts were harsh and breathless. Trisha closed her eyes and grimaced. The teenager was on her hands and knees, sprawled across her teacher's desk. Her cheerleader's skirt and top were in a crumpled pile on the floor, discarded. Her unhooked bra was hanging from her shoulders, flopping uselessly as Trisha was rocked back and forth. Her panties had been hastily pushed to one side. Trisha turned her head to glance behind her. Mr. Braun was sweating profusely, his greedy eyes fixed on the naked cheerleader in front of him. Both of his hands were painfully gripping her around the waist, rocking her back and forth, jamming her against his tool. He continued to fuck her doggy-style, his hips slapping as they collided with her ass. "Uhh…yeah…fuck…" Trisha felt one of Mr. Braun's hands on the inside of her thigh, raising her leg sideways off of the desk, giving him more leverage. He continued to piston into her, harder and faster with every stroke. The cheerleader's brown hair bounced across her back and down her shoulders, her tits swayed in rhythm with her tiny body. Mr. Braun kept a tight grip on her leg, and her raised foot flopped helplessly about as she let him plunge in and out of her. Perched on his desk, her legs stretched and open to him, the cheerleader closed her eyes, reluctantly letting Mr. Braun take her. "Oh God…ohh..I'm gonna…" No…no, please, not inside…The words rang out in Trisha's head but she knew there was no use in calling them out. Mr. Braun always came inside her, and refused to wear a condom. His hands tensed now, one planted on her slim waist, the other clenching her hoisted leg, so hard now that it was painful. Behind her, Mr. Braun was moaning and heaving, still jamming into her, rocking the cheerleader's body against his own. She heard his moans grow as he got closer and closer, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the familiar feeling of his cock throbbing and pulsating in her, waiting for his seed… "Trisha!" The cheerleader awoke with a start. It took her a moment to regain her senses and realize where she was; Mrs. Dunkel's Biology class, in the back row. The room was darkened and the teacher was still showing her slides of plant cells. No one had noticed that Trisha had dozed off except for her friend Mandy. "Are you okay?" Mandy whispered from her desk, leaning over the aisle. "You were muttering something. I was afraid everyone would hear you." "Umm…yeah…" Trisha rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I just had a bad dream." Mandy nodded and went back to taking notes. Dazed and still a bit sleepy, Trisha glanced down blankly at her own desk. Each day of the past two weeks had felt like an eternity, and yet when she thought of them now, they seemed like a blur. Even now, as she thought of that day two weeks ago, when she had fucked Mr. Braun for the first time, it already felt like it was in a past life. Three more times, he had asked her to stay afterwards, always threatening her with another bad grade or failed test. Three times, Trisha had vowed to herself that she would put an end to it, that she would refuse to be blackmailed by a teacher. She would just accept the grade; or maybe, she would just go and tell the whole thing to the principal. But three times, Trisha couldn't bring herself to do it. She had resigned to it, stripping off her clothes, not even bothering to find a way out of it like the first time, letting her teacher spread her across the desk or on the floor, letting him pound into her and shoot his spunk into her twat. The cheerleader lowered her head and closed her heavy eyes, wracking her brain once more for a way out. But there was nothing. She felt tired, trapped, and abused. Worst of all, though, was the slight dampness in the crotch of her jeans, warm and sticky, indicating that her dream had done more than just make her mutter. It was this part of her – the carnal, uncontrollable part of her, the part that had made her cum the first time when she didn't want to have sex at all– that scared and humiliated her most of all. She still blushed at the thought of it. What a slut I am…Mr. Braun made me cum. I didn't even want to fuck him, and somehow he made me cum. The bell rang. Mrs. Dunkel turned on the lights and everyone gathered their things to leave. Trisha and Mandy filed out with the rest of the class. "Geez, Trisha, this is the third time this week you've fallen asleep in Bio." Trisha nodded as the two walked down the crowded hallway. "I know, I know. It's awful. I just…I've just been so busy…" Mandy nodded, sympathetic. "Too much homework?" Trisha swallowed softly, and smiled at her friend. "Yeah…that, and some other…things." Mandy gave her a friendly hug. "Well, get some sleep, okay? I'm getting sick of having to wake you up every day!" Trisha smiled. "Yeah, I will." Just then, Britney, the head cheerleader, walked past them in the hall, her high-heeled boots clacking on the floor. She was wearing a light pink blouse with white buttons, but all of them were undone except for one, across her midriff. The head cheerleader's massive chest burst out against the fabric, looking as if it might pop the button at any moment; her lacy red bra was clearly visible through the thin blouse. Mandy's lips tightened as she watched Britney turn the corner, then she whispered in Trisha's ear, "You won't believe what I heard about her today." Trisha's face perked up. She always loved gossip, even when she was feeling as terrible as now. "What?" "Well…you won't believe this, but…some of the Varsity cheerleaders were talking about it. They said that she's filming herself in the boy's locker room, you know…" Mandy made a face. "…masturbating!" Trisha's face flinched involuntarily; Britney was probably doing it with the exact same dildo that Trisha had stolen out of her locker a few weeks ago. "Really??" "Yeah! And I heard that afterwards she sells the videos to some weird guy. It's so gross! I heard she waits until 8th period so no one will bother her. And then – oh shoot!" The school bell had just rang. Mandy waved at Trisha and turned to race off to her English class. "See ya Trisha!" Trisha waved back. "Bye!" She watched as Mandy disappeared down the hall, then turned to face the door of the classroom they had stopped in front of. She took a deep breath. On the front of the door, small black letters clearly read: Mr. Braun. AP History. Slowly, dreading every second of it, Trisha opened the door. Mr. Braun was sitting at his desk, and she could feel his gaze on her, steady and focused, as she quietly walked to her desk. The rest of the students were loud and animated, chatting across the room, casual, like it was any other day. Finally, though, the cheerleader couldn't avoid it any longer; she stole a glance at her teacher, and saw him still staring at her. His eyes were hungry and greedy, eyeing her petite body, her sloped shoulders draped with wavy brown hair, her firm round breasts, tight against the fabric of her T-shirt, ample and curvy in contrast to her slender frame. Trisha could almost see his mind whirling away, mentally undressing her, ripping off her jeans, tearing away her bra and panties. She shamefully looked away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, as if somehow that could protect her from Mr. Braun's leering stare. Her face flushed and she closed her eyes in shame. Mr. Braun was insatiable; she knew he would make her stay after class today. And there was no way out. Nobody could help her, because nobody…wait! Trisha's eyes flashed open as she remembered what Mandy had said, and a thought came to her. Of course, there was no way she could tell her parents, or any of her friends. I would die before I'd let them know! God…what they would say about me! But Britney…now there's a thought. If there was one girl who wouldn't judge Trisha for sleeping with a teacher, it was definitely Britney. I mean…she's probably slept with half the teachers at this school! And the rumor that Mandy had just told her…Britney filmed herself during 8th period…the period after AP History. Maybe…maybe if she went to Britney and talked to her about Mr. Braun…maybe she could help figure out something to do… No way! Trisha shook her head. She hardly even knew Britney; how could she possibly ask her for help in a situation like this? Still…she's so experienced in stuff like this, she could probably give me some advice …but I can't! "Quiet down, class, quiet down, please." Mr. Braun had stood up. "Please open your books and start reading Chapter 12. I trust you all did your homework." Trisha watched as her teacher turned to return to his desk, but before he reached it, he turned back to face the class, and announced, "Oh, and I almost forgot. Trisha, please see me after class about your extra credit. You'll have a new assignment." Trisha's face turned red with humiliation, and she slunk down in her chair, trying her best to become invisible. A couple students in the front row had turned in their seats to stare at her. That's it…she told herself, furious and embarrassed. I have to get out of this…no matter what it takes… *** "Well, Trisha?" The rest of the class had gone, and it was just her and Mr. Braun, sitting across from each other, his eyes greedy and hungry. "Aren't you going to get started? It's time for your extra credit." Trisha watched in horror as her teacher stood up and began to unbuckle his belt. No…not again…this isn't what I meant to happen. I just wanted a good grade. Desperately, she looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. "Mr. Braun, please…" Her teacher looked up. "Yes, what is it, Trisha? You're not going to try to dissuade me again, are you?" He let out an evil laugh. The cheerleader's eyes were fixed on the floor. She had no idea what would happen; she didn't even know if Britney would be there. But anything was better than this…anything… "No, but…Mr. Braun…I mean…Joe, maybe we should go somewhere else." "Somewhere else? What do you mean?" "I mean…" Trisha struggled to find an excuse. "Somewhere…dirtier." She flashed him her best attempt at a seductive smile. "Somewhere private, where we can do whatever we want." Mr. Braun grinned at her, then began to rebuckle his pants. "Lead the way, Trisha. I was wrong about you, you know. I always thought you were the good girl." Trisha nodded as she led him out of the classroom, heading towards the boys' locker room. I was wrong about me, too… They arrived at the locker room a few minutes later, Trisha leading the way, peeking her head into the door to make sure no one could see them. It appeared empty. She motioned Mr. Braun in. His teacher was grinning at her, still finding it hard to believe that a cute cheerleader like Trisha would really want to fuck in the boys' locker room. The cheerleader tried to act casual as she walked past each aisle of lockers, frantically hoping that Britney was there. Aisle after aisle, they walked, seeing only empty benches and discarded football gear. With each step, Trisha's heart sank and her stomach lurched. She's…not here… "Well, Trisha, I –" Mr. Braun stopped in mid-sentence. Trisha stopped too. They had both heard the same thing – a soft, straining moaning. A girl's moan. The cheerleader's teacher looked down at her, confused. Trisha shrugged up at him, pretending not to know what it was, secretly praying that it was Britney. They tiptoed down the aisles, stopping as they reached the last one. And there she was. Britney's tall, beautiful body was sprawled across a bench, her long smooth legs spread in the air, her curly blonde hair freely splashing across the bench and onto the floor. Her taut, flat stomach was breathing in and out as she moaned. She was massaging one of her massive tits; Trisha watched in amazement as Britney pulled it upwards to her lips, and the head cheerleader extended her tongue, licking her own boob, flicking at her nipple. Her other hand was plunging a massive dildo into her pussy, and Trisha immediately recognized it – the same dildo that she had masturbated with before, the dildo that had made her late to AP History and gotten her into all this trouble. Gently, the head cheerleader rocked her gorgeous body back and forth, letting the toy thrust into her. A camera was set up on a tripod at the end of a bench, pointed straight down at her twat, catching the entire thing. The head cheerleader kept moaning, oblivious to the two newcomers, her enchanting blue eyes staring straight into the camera lens. "Mmm…oooh…fuck…" Slowly, sensually, Britney ran her hand over her body, starting at her flushed cheeks and her moaning lips, sliding down her chest and over her massive globes, across her thin waist and her flared hips. The dildo kept fucking, plunging deep, and the head cheerleader's juices dribbled down her crotch. Trisha's jaw had dropped at the sight, and she had stared in silence as Britney continued to fuck herself. Mr. Braun, however, was not so subtle. He stopped mid-step and stumbled backwards, shouting in alarm. "What the-" At the sound, Britney whirled around, toppling off the bench, sliding the dildo out of her pussy as she looked around to find who had spoken. "Who the fuck…oh." The head cheerleader's eyes fell on Trisha and Mr. Braun, and she stood up and smiled confidently at them. "Hey there, Trisha." Trisha was taken aback. "You…you know who I am?" "Of course I do, hun. You're on the cheerleading team, aren't you? How's it going?" Trisha was amazed. Britney was standing in front of them, completely naked, her pussy dripping and a soaked dildo in her hand. And yet, she was talking to them like she had just met them walking down the street. "Um…" "What are you doing in the boys' locker room? And who's your friend?" Britney gestured at Mr. Braun. Trisha turned to see that her teacher's face had gone limp at the sight of Britney's unbelievable body, his mouth hanging open, his eyes fixed on her heaving boobs, unable to look away or even to blink. "You like 'em?" Britney asked, grinning at him. She thrust her chest forward and wiggled it slightly, and Trisha saw Mr. Braun's eyes widen as Britney's tits danced back and forth across her chest. The head cheerleader was much taller than Trisha, at least 5'7", but her frame was just as slender, and her long, smooth legs were stretched out, slightly bent, as she stood naked on the locker room floor. Trisha couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she marveled at Britney's body. How does she stay so thin? "Yeah…yeah I like them…" Mr. Braun sputtered out, his eyes so huge that Trisha thought they might pop. Britney glanced at Trisha. "So what's going on, hun? I'm in the middle of a video shoot, as you can see." She gestured lazily back towards the still-running camera, and laughed. Trisha glanced down at her feet. How could she explain this to Britney? "Well, I…um…I've been doing some…extra credit with Mr. Braun, and-" "Extra credit? In the boys' locker room?" Britney arched an eyebrow. Still looking down, Trisha shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Well…I didn't do so well on a test, so…" Britney grinned at the nervous JV cheerleader. "Ohhh…I get it. Giving the teacher a little loving so you can get some back, huh? I've been there. It's fun." She laughed again Trisha looked back up, a trifle insulted at Britney's insinuation. "No! It's not…it's not like that…" But it was, she realized, it was exactly like that, and as insulted as she felt, she knew that it wasn't justified. Britney is completely on the mark…she's right about me. Britney shrugged. "It's not, huh? Well, okay. Then why are you here?" Trisha hung her head in shame. "I…well…okay, I guess you're right." "Shit, hun, don't look so depressed. Just tell me what you need." "I…um…well, I was wondering if you could help out." The class slut looked confused. "Help out? What, you can't fuck him by yourself?" Mr. Braun still seemed to be stuck in a daze, and his slackened mouth gurgled slightly at her words. "No, it's just…" Trisha looked up at Britney. Her mouth moved soundlessly, her eyes pleading and close to tears. She was shifting back and forth now, nervous, unable to explain the situation in front of Mr. Braun. Please…she silently begged, her desperate gaze fixed on Britney's face. Please help me… A different look swept over the head cheerleader's face, and Britney suddenly nodded. "Hmm…let me guess…you want me to join in?" But there was a hidden note in her voice, and Trisha immediately knew that she understood. "Y-yes…I thought maybe you'd want to. You know, um…the more the merrier." Britney grinned. "Yeah, the more the merrier. Sure, hun. That sounds fun. This dildo's been getting a little boring for me, anyway." The head cheerleader turned to Mr. Braun. "What do you think, buddy? Want to try out another pussy?" Mr. Braun gurgled again. "Whaa…yeah….fuck yeah!" "Well get your clothes off then. Hurry up! Let's fuck!" Mr. Braun frantically obeyed, unbuckling his belt and ripping his pants off so fast that he started to trip on them. Trisha looked up at Britney, watching her laugh. Their eyes met. "Thank you," she mouthed, her eyes bright and grateful. "Thank you so much." As Mr. Braun desperately tugged his shirt over his head, Britney leaned down to whisper in Trisha's ear. "No problem, hun. Cheerleaders gotta look out for each other, don't they?" She grinned, and Trisha responded with a smile and a slight, thankful nod. Mr. Braun had kicked off all of his clothes, and now he was standing, staring at Britney, his dick rock hard and at attention. The head cheerleader smirked. "Fast little fucker, aren't you? What are you waiting for? Bring that cock over here." Mr. Braun did as he was told, and as soon as he reached her he grabbed her tits, letting out a groan as he felt the soft flesh, much more than a handful, too much to squeeze all at once. He massaged them, pushed them back and forth, watching eagerly as they pressed against each other and bounced in his hands, following them with his eyes, like a child with two massive pieces of candy. Britney laughed. "Guess you approve of them, huh?" "Yeah…yeah…" The head cheerleader grinned at Trisha as she slowly sank to her knees. Trisha could only stand where she was, watching in amazement as the class slut slipped the head of Mr. Braun's dick into her full, pouty lips. Her teacher let out a shocked, loud groan. "Holy shit!" Britney's bright blue eyes winked up at him as she sucked, her tongue gently running around the tip of his cock, one hand cupping his balls. She continued like this for a moment, sucking gently, letting him savor the feeling. Then, without warning, the head cheerleader plunged her head forward, letting his shaft sink so easily into her lips that it seemed to Trisha that it was disappearing. Mr. Braun half-gasped and half-choked as Britney throated the entire length of his rod, her slobbery lips locked around his balls, her nose pressed against his belly. In spite of herself, Trisha's jaw dropped as she watched Britney effortlessly slide the dribbling cock out of her mouth, then plow back forward, gobbling the entire thing down once more, jamming her face into Mr. Braun's stomach. "Holy…fuck…Jesus…fuck!" Mr. Braun couldn't seem to string together a sentence as he gasped for breath, and he reached down to press Britney's head into his hips, shoving her lips against his balls. The head cheerleader slurped and drooled at his meat, and Trisha watched in awe as Britney's tongue flicked out from beneath Mr. Braun's throbbing rod, and began to lightly lick at his balls, making him twitch as she caressed the soft flesh. Finally, with a slobbery squelch and a loud gasp, Britney pulled her head off of Mr. Braun's dick, breathing hard. Trisha remembered her own choking, gasping attempts at deepthroating Mr. Braun, how it had cut off her breathing entirely. She was astonished at how easily Britney was doing it. Mr. Braun's hands were still resting on Britney's head, his cock coated and dribbling with the head cheerleader's drool. He wheezed as he tried to recover, and Britney smirked up at him. "Like that, huh?" She reached up with one hand and began to stroke his slick meat. "Uh…fuuuck…..yeah…." Mr. Braun closed his eyes and kept moaning as Britney jacked him off with one hand. The head cheerleader took the chance to glance over at Trisha, slack-jawed, still standing, frozen. Britney laughed at Trisha's reaction, and it seemed to jolt the girl out of her daze. Trisha closed her mouth and lowered her eyes, blushing. "You ain't seen nothing yet, hun," Britney told Trisha, grinning. Then, she stood up and walked back over to the bench. A moment later, Britney was on her hands and knees on the bench, her naked ass and her pink, still-soaked pussy raised in the air. "Come on, buddy," she said, turning her head back to smile and wink at him. "Make me scream." Mr. Braun rushed forward, placing his hands on Britney's round ass, positioning himself behind her. With Trisha, he always took his time, relishing the moment, but now he seemed too eager to control himself. With a single motion, he plunged his throbbing tool into Britney's cunt, and the force of it sent the head cheerleader's body sprawling forward, before she bucked back against him and let out a loud yell. "FUCK yeah! Fuck me!" Britney stretched out her arms and planted her hands on the far end of the bench, pushing against it for leverage and jamming herself into Mr. Braun's hips. The teacher was grunting and groaning now, his hands firm on Britney's hips, plowing into her with all his might. Each of his hard thrusts were so powerful; and they were thrusts that Trisha knew so well; that she had felt herself, countless time, powering into her own teenage cunt. Now, as she watched Mr. Braun subject Britney to the same treatment, she was amazed by the fierceness of his fucking. His face was fixed in an animalistic sneer, his gaze focused on Britney's, round, taut ass, wiggling with the force of his dick plunging in and out of her twat. His hands were buried deep in Britney's asscheeks, yanking them toward him, forcing the head cheerleader's stunning, slender body to engulf his cock. "That's it, baby! Oh fuck, yeah!" Britney's cries were mixed with Mr. Braun's moans and the fleshy slap of his balls smacking against her pussy. The head cheerleader's back was rigid and arched, her ass raised to give Mr. Braun better access to her twat. Her head was turned and she was watching him piston into her, her long hair flopping with the force of his thrusts. Her eyes were wild and excited, her pouty lips parted as she wailed. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" It occurred to Trisha, as she watched Britney throw and buck herself against Mr. Braun's shaft, that the head cheerleader might be faking her pleasure, simply for Mr. Braun's enjoyment. But she couldn't be sure: Britney was so convincing, with her body stiff and squirming against him, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. And either way, it seemed to have worked on Mr. Braun. Trisha's teacher was throwing his entire weight into fucking the head cheerleader, his hips jamming back and forth like a machine, his entire shaft disappearing into Britney's cunt. The force of each thrust rocked the cheerleader across the bench, but she would always catch herself and buck back against him, and the slam! of their hips colliding reverberated through the empty locker room. "Ahhh…fuuuuck…" Mr. Braun groaned as he pumped into her, sweat now dripping down his face. Britney grinned back at him and let out a loud moan of her own. The head cheerleader had started out kneeling on the bench, but now she rearranged herself, straddling the bench and planting both feet on the floor. She kept her hands placed on the far end of the bench and had her knees sharply bent; now, she was leaning into Mr. Braun, putting the entire weight of her body into bucking against his cock, pushing with her legs and her arms, fucking with all her might. Mr. Braun responded by bending over her, grabbing her by the shoulders, helping Britney jam her body into his cock with even more force, letting her impale herself on his meat. Britney's head was hanging, her hair spilling over the bench, her entire body thrown into fucking the teacher, and she let out a loud scream. "Yes!!! Oh fuck yes!!!" She was leaning all of her body into Mr. Braun's hips, her legs straining and her ass sticking out far behind her. With each thrust, Trisha was almost certain that she would topple over, but she kept her balance, powering her ass deep against the teacher, and his dick speared into her, thick and hard, piercing and stretching her dripping pussy. The power of their fucking was so strong that Trisha could see it rippling through Mr. Braun's thigh muscles and Britney's slender legs. All of a sudden, Trisha realized it. This is my fantasy…she thought. It was always the same, whenever she masturbated, the same fantasy that she played over and over in her head: some random stranger, fucking her, in some random room, in some random encounter. No matter what, that image never failed to get her off. It was the fantasy that she had played through her mind when she masturbated with Britney's dildo two weeks ago…and now, Britney was re-enacting that fantasy in real life for her, recklessly and wildly fucking a teacher that she had just met. A stranger and a girl, fucking in a room, not even knowing each other or what they're doing there…just a random, dirty, nasty fuck. Britney doesn't even know who Mr. Braun is. And yet, here she was, yelling out slutty words as she slammed her body against his dick, not even caring that Trisha was still there, watching. Absentmindedly, one of Trisha's hands pressed through the fabric of her jeans, against her crotch, and the cheerleader gasped as she realized that she was soaking wet. It was wrong, it was so wrong, but…watching them fuck had turned her on. Just like my fantasy…she said to herself, over and over, and her pussy was aching now, wet and tender, desperately crying out to be touched. Britney had raised her head, and Trisha could see now that her eyes were closed, her mouth slackened and open as she moaned her pleasure, her body powering into Mr. Braun's hips, her pussy swollen and filled with Mr. Braun's shaft. Trisha's hand snuck to the zipper of her jeans, and without even thinking, the cheerleader undid the button and yanked the zipper down. Now, she slipped her hand down her jeans, under her panties, her body flushing with anticipation as her fingertips slowly snaked down the smooth skin of her crotch. Ohh…ohh…right…there! Trisha's entire body went rigid as her fingers parted her wet pussy lips, gently massaging them. Standing off to the side against the lockers, Trisha now slightly spread her legs, burying her hand deeper into her panties, kneading her eager flesh. She was barely even aware of what she was doing; all she could think about was Britney and Mr. Braun, and the way they so closely matched her wildest fantasies, and the eager, unquenchable fire that was slowly spreading through her pussy. And so Trisha didn't notice when Britney, panting and red in the face, turned her head to see the JV cheerleader standing to the side, her eyes glazed, her legs spread and stiff, her hand gently grinding against her crotch. Mr. Braun had forgotten about Trisha now; he was focused only on plunging into Britney's soft, tender twat. But Britney carefully watched, with a curious glint in her eyes, as Trisha continued to gently rock and moan Trisha's eyes were closed now, and although she was still listening to Britney's squeals and the loud slaps of their fucking, she was off in her own world. She was biting down gently on her lower lip, her hand working away at her own pussy. Her face was overcome with pleasure, but it was mixed with a kind of tense reluctance. Britney recognized it immediately; Trisha was ashamed of it, and she resisted it, but in the end, the girl couldn't help but give in to her own desperate horniness. The head cheerleader grinned and watched Trisha timidly masturbate only for a moment longer. Then, she turned her head back to Mr. Braun and let out a scream, even louder than before. "Come on, baby! I want your cum! Cum for me, baby!" Trisha's eyes flew open, and she saw them still bucking furiously, Britney's entire body bent and rigid as she plowed herself into Mr. Braun. Britney's words raced through her, exciting and thrilling her, and her fingers dug deeper into her own twat, kneading into her aching flesh. Her screams just grew louder…is she about to cum? Just then, Trisha thought she caught a flicker in Britney's eyes; the head cheerleader had glanced over at her. Did she just…look at me? Trisha's mouth widened in shock. She was acutely aware of what she was doing, now that someone else's attention was focused on her, but it didn't even matter; she couldn't stand it any longer. Her pussy was drenched and aching, and she plowed her hand even further into her panties. Her fingers were slippery with her wetness, sliding up and down and across the ridges of her twat, burrowing into the soft, tender crease of her cunt, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure racing through her body. For an instant, each wave seemed to relax her body, to free her from the desperate, wild lust she felt radiating through her. But the next instant, the need, the ache, it all returned, and Trisha could only rub her hand even harder against her soaked pussy. "Oh FUCK yeah! Pound that pussy! Pound it hard!" Britney was screaming so loud now, her frenzied voice echoing across the rows of lockers, her chest heaving. Incredibly, she sped up her wild bucking, throwing her body back and forth, plowing her dripping twat against Mr. Braun's dick. Her hair and her tits flailed, and Trisha thought she saw, once more, the head cheerleader's eyes flicker over in her direction. It was almost as if Britney was gauging Trisha's reactions, as if she was putting on a show for Trisha's benefit. "YEAH! FUCK ME!" Britney kept screaming, and as she thrashed and fucked, she reached a hand backwards, and with a stinging SMACK, spanked her own ass, her fingers spread wide, clutching at her own jiggling buttcheek. She did it one more time: SMACK! Already, Trisha could see the bright red handprint forming on the head cheerleader's ass. For some reason, Britney's move turned on her on even more, and the JV cheerleader couldn't help digging her other hand down her panties, fitting a second set of fingers among the first, this time gently tweaking the swollen button of her clit. She was breathing hard now, as she watched. Britney's entire body was sharply arched and her ass was still stuck out, powering into Mr. Braun's dick as she continued to spank herself. Mr. Braun was now drenched in sweat, and from the crazed look on his face, he wouldn't last much longer against Britney's wild fucking. SMACK! Another hard spank. "Come on, buddy! FUCK me!" SMACK! "Fuck that tight little pussy!" SMACK! "Ughhh…okay...I'm gonna…oh God…" Just as with Trisha, Mr. Braun pistoned his hips deep into Britney's, burying his throbbing dick in her twat, ready to shoot his load deep inside of her. His hands were tight on her now-bright red ass. But the head cheerleader was faster than him. She wriggled out of his grasp, and leaned her body forward at the same time as she reached back and grabbed his exposed cock with one hand. Mr. Braun didn't even have time to be shocked, because his climax had already started. As Britney jacked him off, his cum shot forth, flying through the air and splattering across Britney's swollen ass, gooey white against bright, fleshy red. His seed kept coming, spurting as his cock throbbed, thick ropes of cum that stretched across the entire globe of Britney's butt, slowly beginning to dribble down the backs of her thighs. Finally, when Mr. Braun seemed to be out of cum, Britney gently squeezed the tip of his dick with her thumb and her forefinger, milking it, wiping the extra cum off and catching it in her fingertips. Then, she raised her arm back up in the air. SMACK! Once more, Britney spanked herself. This time, though, the sound was not only hard and snapping; it included a wet squelch, as the head cheerleader's hand slapped the cum that was coating her. Trisha's eyes widened as she stared. Britney raised her hand for another spank, and Trisha could see that her teacher's seed had been splattered all over Britney's backside; what were once fat lines of spunk were now a sticky, gooey mess. Again, with a wet SMACK, Britney spanked herself, and this time, she smeared her hand across her bright red ass, spreading the white spunk everywhere. Some of it stuck to her fingertips as she caressed her hoisted butt; more of it dribbled down her generous curves, coating her in a thin, glistening film of cum. Trisha didn't even know it, but both of her hands were working furiously now as she watched, one rubbing frenziedly at her pussy lips, sliding the fingertips in and out of her tender twat, the other massaging her clit with equal fervor, back and forth and up and down. As one, her entire body was straining against the pleasure radiating through her pussy; her legs and arms were painfully rigid, her feet sharply curved as she raised herself onto her tip-toes. She was panting now, slack-jawed, as she watched Britney oil her ass with Mr. Braun's seed. Wow… Trisha glanced at Britney's face; she wanted to see the head cheerleader's expression as she played with Mr. Braun's juices. But she received a huge shock. Britney was starting right at her; her eyes focused on her body as she masturbated, her face fixed in a curious, slightly amused expression. For a long moment, the two cheerleaders were frozen, watching each other, Trisha's hands still buried in her panties, Britney's hands still caressing her cum-coated butt. Finally, Trisha tore her eyes away, and though she kept her fingertips buried in her soaked pussy, she stopped her frantic rubbing. At last, her shame seemed to have risen once more, overtaking her lust. Britney stood up then, and her gorgeous, flushed body stretched out in front of Trisha as she walked forward. Her ass was still bright red and glistening with Mr. Braun's seed. The head cheerleader stopped in front of Trisha, looking down at her, still looking partially curious and partially amused. Finally, she licked her lips, grinned, and leaned down to whisper. "You're pretty hard to read, Trisha. You're not what I expected." Trisha blinked at her. She doesn't understand why I would try to get out of having sex with Mr. Braun, and then would get off at watching him fuck someone else. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Come to think of it…why DID I get off watching them have sex? But she didn't have time to come up with an answer. Mr. Braun, who had sank to the floor of the locker room in his exhaustion, had suddenly stood up, his finger to his lips. "Did you hear that?" he whispered. The three of them froze where they were, listening intently. After a moment, Trisha heard it. Footsteps. They were faint and distant, but they were unmistakable. "Someone's coming!" she gasped, softly. Britney quickly shushed her. A voice called out. "Hello? Is someone here?" It was the principal! "Shit!" Britney whispered, and in a blur, she had disappeared around the corner, grabbing the camera off the bench and sprinting into one of the locker room's bathroom stalls. She was distinctly unconcerned with her clothes and dildo on the floor, but for some reason, she didn't want to be seen with the camera. More footsteps. "Hello? I thought I heard something." Still in shock, still with both hands buried in her jeans, Trisha turned to see Mr. Braun wrenching open the window, climbing through it with surprising agility. "Wait, Mr…." "Trisha!" The principal was standing at the end of the aisle, looking completely shocked. He could still see the figure of Mr. Braun, but the teacher was facing away from him, running across the field, fleeing the scene. Britney had also hidden herself well, and so it was only Trisha, alone, her jeans still unbuttoned, standing in the middle of the scene. The two piles of clothes and the fat, long sex toy on the floor were unmistakable. "Principal Johnson, I…I…" "Trisha, I…I can't believe this! That man…you and…he were…" "Principal, no…please…" "Let's go, Trisha. Right now. Put your clothes on. We're going to my office." Trisha obeyed him, her lip trembling, her entire body weak with terror. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of feet moving behind one of the bathroom stall doors. She could tell the principal, she realized. Britney was trapped in one of the stalls, she could rat her out, get them both into trouble. But could she really do that, after Britney had helped her out? "Well, Trisha? What are you waiting for? Trisha looked up. "…No…n-nothing, Principal Johnson. I'm sorry." She hastily buttoned up her jeans, and followed the principal out of the locker room, without a word.