Good Girl vs. Slut

"Trisha...Trisha, wait!" Barely seconds after practice ended, Trisha burst through the doors of the locker room, her head down, close to tears. Mandy was half a step behind her. The rest of the squad filed slowly behind. "Trisha...it's okay...it's not a big deal!" Trisha shook her head as she reached her locker and wrenched it open. She had barely managed it through the day, memories of her encounter with Principal Johnson still fresh, avoiding Mr. Braun at every turn, barely even able to concentrate on her work. Now, she had tripped and fumbled her way through cheerleading practice, so badly that the coach had ended it early. "God...I'm so terrible at this...I should just quit." "Trisha!" Mandy affectionately patted her shoulder. "Don't say that! Come on, you usually nail this routine perfectly! I'm being serious," she added, as Trisha gave her a doubtful look. "you normally do just fine! Today was just a bad day, everyone has them! Cheer up!" Trisha unzipped her cheerleader's blouse and pulled it off, then did the same with her sports bra. Her breasts jiggled to attention as she bent over and pulled her gym bag out of her locker. Mandy kept talking. "Trisha, it'll be okay! I promise!" Trisha took her bra and her bright green tank top out of her locker, and threw both of them on. Finally, she turned to face her friend, and offered a smile. "Yeah...I...I guess. Thanks, Mandy." Mandy is so sweet...and she's such a good friend. But...if only I could tell her what was really on my mind. Mandy gave her a smile and turned to her own locker. Trisha wriggled her slender hips back and forth as she gently tugged her cheerleaders' miniskirt down to her ankles, stepping delicately out of them and putting them in her locker. She pulled another skirt out of her bag, a long, light blue one, and tugged it over her petite legs. She shut her locker and grabbed her bag, turning back to Mandy. "Hey, Trisha...can I ask you something?" They were walking out of the locker room now, into the gym parking lot. "Sure. What's up?" "Well..." Mandy nervously fingered the belt loop of her jeans. "It's just...you've just seemed really distant or something these last couple weeks. Is everything okay?" "Oh..." Trisha stopped to face her friend. "Um..." "I mean...you can tell me anything, Trisha. I just...I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Trisha's heart did a somersault. She wanted to hug her friend, to thank her a thousand times for being so sweet and supportive, for looking so worried. She wanted to tell Mandy everything. But she couldn't. I'm...I'm sorry Mandy. I just can't deal with you disapproving of me... Trisha tried to come up with a good excuse. "Well...I mean, I've been getting really worried about college. Just cause I really want to go to a good school, but I can't afford it unless I get a good scholarship, and...well...I just don't think I have the grades for it." She looked at her feet in shame. I can't believe I'm lying to her like this... but I've got no choice! Mandy gave her another hug. "Oh, Trisha. Everything will be fine! You'll find something! You're so smart, I'm sure you'll get into a good school." Trisha smiled. "Yeah...thanks. I hope so." "I'm sure you will!" Mandy returned the smile. "Well...see you tomorrow. Don't worry so much, okay?" "Okay...thanks, Mandy. See ya." She waved at her friend and started to walk to her car. As soon as Mandy was out of sight, the tears that had been welling for so long in Trisha's eyes finally came forth. Dealing with Mr. Braun and Principal Johnson was hard enough, but now she was lying about it to her best friend. She silently sobbed, wiping her eyes as she walked. She sped up into a quick trot now, desperate to get to her car. Finally, she reached it, and was fumbling in her purse when she heard a voice behind her, making her jump. "Everything okay, girl?" It was Britney. She was leaning against the car next to Trisha's, watching with a casual look. "Umm...hi, Britney. Everything's fine, thanks." Trisha began to fish for her keys again. "What, that's it? Just 'Hi, Britney?' Shit, Trisha. I let you watch me fuck a teacher, and that's all I get? That's cold!" Trisha looked up to see Britney smiling at her joke. The head cheerleader was wearing a typical outfit for her – a miniskirt and tube top. The skirt was short, checkered red-and-black and pleated. Her legs were also clad in a sheer white pair of stockings; the sexy schoolgirl. The tube top was tight and black, and tied up around the middle, exposing a good portion of Britney's taut, curved midriff. Her double-D breasts bulged out of the top of her shirt, straining to get free of the tight fabric, and her beach blonde hair fell down to her chest, framing it perfectly. She was also wearing a pair of black stiletto heels, and Trisha recognized them – they were at the mall, and she had thought about buying them a few weeks ago, but had decided not to because she didn't think she could pull off the look. Britney definitely can, Trisha thought. Out of nowhere, a twinge of envy slid through her. "No, it's not that, Britney..." "Oh, I get it. You don't want to be seen with me. You don't want to be seen with the class slut. I get it." Britney was still smiling, but Trisha couldn't tell if she was joking. That wasn't true, really. After all, no one would have confused them. There was Britney, with a porn star's body, with a miniskirt so short that her ass almost stuck out the bottom. And then there was Trisha, petite and cute, pretty but prim, decently clad in a skirt and a tank top. "No, it's really not that, I'm just..." "Forget it." Britney shrugged. "I like what I am. If you don't, fuck off." She started to walk away, her heels clacking against the parking lot's pavement. "Britney..." Trisha hung her head. She would never be able to tell Mandy, she knew that. But her secrets were bubbling up inside her, clawing at her insides, threatening to burst out of her. She had to tell someone. She hardly even knew the head cheerleader, but somehow, she thought that maybe she would understand. Britney had stopped, waiting expectantly, still looking casual and unconcerned. "I...have something I want to tell you." I can't take it any longer...the only person I can tell this to is Britney. And...and then I just have to hope. So Trisha told Britney everything – how she had sucked Mr. Braun's cock and swallowed his cum because she wanted a good grade, how he had pressured her into fucking him three more times, how she didn't know what to do and didn't know what came over her when she brought Mr. Braun to the locker room to see Britney. And how Professor Johnson had raped her after he found them, right in his office, bending her over his desk and taking her as she whimpered. Britney listened in silence, leaning against the car until Trisha finished. She was silent for a long moment after Trisha stopped, so long that Trisha almost wondered if Britney had even been listening. Finally, the head cheerleader spoke. "Well...I'm sorry." Trisha nodded. "Principal Johnson...hmm. How did it feel?" Trisha looked up, shocked. "Wh...what??" "The sex. How did it feel?" Trisha was bewildered. "Um....I don't....I don't know. I wasn't even thinking about it. The whole thing was just so terrible" The head cheerleader nodded. "And what about with Mr. Braun?" Trisha paused, staring at her feet as she considered the question. "Well...that was different, I guess. It wasn't...he was forcing me into it too, but...it wasn't as rough." A flicker of a smile passed across Britney's face, but Trisha didn't notice. "Interesting. So...did it ever feel good, when you were fucking Mr. Braun?" Trisha looked up, confused. "I...I mean, I told you, Britney...I did that cause otherwise I was going to fail my test. I..." "Yeah, I know, I heard you. But you didn't answer my question. Did it feel good?" Trisha looked up to meet Britney's gaze. "Well, I mean, it's not like I wanted to do those things with him, so..." Britney let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. "Jesus, Trisha. Why does everything have to be so black and white with you? You can fuck someone just for a grade and still enjoy it. You can not expect or not want to have sex with someone and end up enjoying it, too. What's the rule that says you can only like fucking someone at certain times? If it feels good, then just go with it. So, I'll ask you one more time, and be honest, hun. Did it feel good?" Trisha closed her eyes in shame, but somehow, something that she never could have admitted to Mandy was easy to tell Britney. "...Um...well...y-yes. Yes, actually, it did feel good. He...he made me cum." She hung her head in shame. Britney laughed. "Wow...I've never seen someone look so sad about having an orgasm." "But it's so terrible!" Trisha blurted out. "I don't understand how it happened...I couldn't believe it even then. I don't know what came over me." Her head was still down, embarrassed, mortified. "I do," Britney said, casually. "It's simple. You're a slut." Trisha's head whipped back up. "What??" In an instant, Trisha's shame had vanished, and the cheerleader was only furious at Britney's words. She could barely sputter out an angry retort. "How...how can you...you're...you're one to talk!!" Britney laughed again. "Honey, honey...you misunderstood me! I'm not insulting you. It's a good thing. It's the truth. You love sex, Trisha, you can't get enough of it, and even when you don't want to you end up craving it. There's nothing wrong with that, hun, but you have to accept it, not work against it." "That's...that's ridiculous! How dare you!" Britney's smile faded slightly; she seemed to finally realize how angry Trisha was. "Okay," she said, much more seriously. "Fine. Let me show you a video." She slung her gym bag off of her shoulder and began to rummage through it. Still livid, Trisha craned her neck over Britney's shoulder. As the head cheerleader was pushing things aside, Trisha saw a familiar sight; the head cheerleader's dildo, sitting unceremoniously in the bag next to her cheerleader's outfit and tennis shoes. Finally, Britney stood up again, a video camera in her hand. She switched it on and began scanning through, until she found the part she wanted. "Here," she said, turning it so Trisha could see. "Remember this?" Trisha realized that she was watching yesterday's scene from the boys' locker room; she had forgotten that Britney' camera was on the whole time. The camera was barely a foot away from the head cheerleader's face, so that most of the screen was dominated by Britney's sweaty, flushed face, flailing back and forth, moaning and screaming as she rammed her gorgeous body into Mr. Braun. Even in the video, Trisha could hear the loud slaps and smacks of their hips colliding, of the head cheerleader spanking her own ass. "Look at the corner," Britney said, watching Trisha's face. The JV cheerleader peered into the screen, and then realized that she was visible on the edge. Her hand went to her mouth as she realized that in the video, her own eyes were closed, her legs and her body were stiff, and both of her hands were plunged into her jeans to the wrist, moving and squirming wildly, rubbing against her pussy. Her own mouth was slack in an expression of wild lust, and her arms were moving so quickly that they made Trisha's shoulders ache as she watched. Oh God...I completely forgot about that...I was so turned on watching them. I don't know what came over me. She blushed as she watched herself in the video, rocking up and down on her feet, as if somehow if she stood on her tippy-toes she could gain better access to her aching twat. Silently, she handed the camera back to Britney. The head cheerleader grinned at her. "I'll say it again, hun. I'm not telling you to insult you. I'm telling you because it's the truth, and because I think it'll help you. You're a slut, and as a slut, you shouldn't be afraid of sex. You should be embracing it. You can't live without it, for fuck's sake!" Trisha wildly shook her head, her brown hair flying across her shoulders. "No...no way, Britney! Principal Johnson raped me! Mr. Braun took advantage of me! It's terrible!" "Of course it's terrible! Sometimes sex is good and sometimes it's not! But the important thing is to not let it get to you! It's just sex, sweetie! A girl like you can get it anywhere." "No...no, you don't know what it's like! You can't imagine it!" Britney raised an eyebrow. "Trisha...it's been years since I could count the guys I've fucked. Are you really suggesting that after all this time, I've never been taken advantage of? That I've never changed my mind and said no and been pressured into fucking them anyway?" For the first time, Trisha felt a genuine empathy for Britney, and she flushed with shame. "I...I mean...no. I'm sorry, Britney." The head cheerleader shrugged. "It's okay. Look, maybe I was too blunt with you. I know this is hard to get used to. I'm just trying to help you out. Sex can be so powerful, Trisha. And wonderful, too. You just gotta learn how to harness it!" Trisha nodded. "I guess...I don't know. But I just get so mad, thinking about how Principal Johnson treated me. I mean...no matter what you say, it's still terrible!" "Yeah..." Britney was biting on her lip, seemingly deep in thought. "Maybe I'll go talk to him." Trisha looked up, confused. "What do you mean?" "Well," Britney gave a sly grin. "The principal and I...we're 'old friends.' I'll go have a chat with him." She picked up her bag and started to walk across the parking lot. 'But, if I do, you have to do something for me." "Right now?" "Yup. Right now. Can you do it?" "Um...okay..." "I want you to go to the back of the school building, and find a big air duct, next to the emergency exit door. Then, I want you to climb in it, and crawl forward until you reach the first vent. Stop there. Can you do that?" "Crawl...into the vent?" "That's right." "What...I don't understand." "Just do it, hun. You'll see." And with that, Britney strode off. After a moment, Trisha followed, confused, bewildered, and nervous. I'm not sure what to make of Britney. On the one hand, it's nice of her to talk to me about this but...what she said...I just don't know. Am I a slut? Is she right? I just don't think I could admit to something like that. I...I'm a good girl! ...Or at least, I think I am. She reached the back of the building and found the duct Britney had described. For a moment, Trisha stood in front of it, staring, unsure what to do. What does Britney have planned? What if I get in trouble? But she shrugged off her backpack and slowly wriggled her way inside the ventilation shaft. Once inside, she found it was surprisingly easy to crawl forward, and did so slowly, carefully, still very nervous. Britney's so different from all of my friends...and I can't help but admit...there's some truth to what she's saying. She reached a vent, and stopped, peering into it. She was in the roof, apparently, because she was looking down into a room. Immediately, she gasped. She was directly above Principal Johnson's office! The man was sitting at his desk, reading a stack of papers, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," the principal called out. Trisha held her breath as Britney walked into the room. The principal stood up. "Britney! Ah...what a...pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" Britney smiled, leaning confidently over the desk, tossing her long blonde hair, her massive boobs bursting out at the principal. "I have something to ask you." The principal nodded, looking nervous. Trisha was shocked – it was usually the principal who was intimidating to his students...now, it seemed like it was the other way around. Why is he so nervous? "Well sure, Britney...I have a meeting with the board in a few minutes, but..." "I want to know what you think about my friend Trisha." Trisha gasped. What is she doing?? "Trisha? Well...ah...she's a very good student, she..." "Oh, I know she's a good student, Principal. Anything else?" "Uh...no, no I don't think so..." Britney climbed onto the desk, on her knees, her chest hanging inches from the principal's sweating face. "Really? Nothing else?" Trisha's eyes widened in shock, and she could see that the principal's did too. He wiped his forehead. "I...ah...well...I..." "Tell the truth, Principal Johnson. Don't lie to me." "I...well...uh...I may have...ah...punished her..." "Yes, I know, Principal Johnson. You fucked her, didn't you?" "I...ah...I mean....I...suppose..." Trisha stifled another gasp. This is unbelievable! Somehow, Britney had some kind of control over this man; it was as if he was being forced to obey her, as if she had hypnotized him, somehow. "You can't do that, Principal. You can't do that to just any pretty girl you see. If you want sex, you come to me. I'm the slut around here, remember?" "I...yes, well..." "Did you forget? Should I remind you?" The principal gave a start at Britney's words, and Trisha realized that his breathing was short and heavy. He was shifting his weight, too, as if he was struggling with something. "No, Britney...last time...that video tape you took...my wife, she...she..." "Take your pants off, Principal Johnson. Right now." Britney stood up on Principal Johnson's desk, towering over him in her heels and her miniskirt, commanding him like he was just a child. "Ah...no, my meeting, it's about to..." "No? Principal Johnson, you don't want to fuck me? You don't want to pound my tender, wet pussy? You don't want to make me scream?" "No, you see..." Principal Johnson's sputtering protests continued, but Trisha watched in shock as he stood up, and his hands automatically went to his pants. It was as if his brain was saying one thing, but his body another, uncontrollable, unable to stop. "That's a good boy, Principal Johnson. Take them off." Principal Johnson gritted his teeth, pulling his pants down, unable to will himself to stop. His face was starting to grow red with irritation. "You...you bitch..." he stammered, softly. "You can't just-" Britney let out a loud laugh. "Mmm..calling me a bitch, huh Principal? I'm the one telling you what to do. I think you're my bitch." He looked up at her, enraged. "W-What??" "Well...if I'm the bitch, how come I'm telling you what to do, and you're obeying me?" She laughed again. The principal's voice rose to a shout. "You whore! Shut the fuck up!" Britney laughed, sinking down to her knees, level with his face. "You want to punish me then, Principal Johnson? Does my little bitch want to punish me?" "You WHORE!" Principal Johnson grabbed Britney by the hair, turning her around on his desk, forcing her to bend over. Britney giggled excitedly, raising her ass in the air, on her hands and knees as the Principal frantically yanked his pants down his legs. Trisha could see the head cheerleader's bright red thong, sticking out of the bottom of her straining miniskirt. She couldn't tear her eyes away, shocked as she was. "You dirty WHORE! You piece of SHIT!" Principal Johnson clambered onto the desk behind her, grabbing her skirt with both hands, wrenching it upwards. Like an animal, he ferociously shoved her thong aside, exposing Britney's pink, tender pussy. "What's that, little bitch? Is my little bitch going to try to fuck me?" "Shut up, you whore! Shut up!" With a primal scream of rage, the principal plunged his dick into Britney's hoisted ass in a single stroke, his hands grabbing her butt cheeks, slamming her back into him. "Yeah!" Britney cried out loud, as her body shuddered with his impalement. "Fuck me, bitch, fuck me! Take that pussy!" "You whore! Agh...ahh!" Principal Johnson grunted with effort as he pounded furiously into Britney's pussy, his dick plowing into her, making her entire body rock back and forth on the desk with the force of his thrusts. His hands were buried in the tender flesh of Britney's ass, and Trisha could see one of the head cheerleader's hands sneaking down to her crotch, tweaking her own clit as the Principal hammered into her. The class slut was breathing fast, and the harder Mr. Braun treated her, the more she seemed to enjoy it. "Come on, little bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" "Fuck me, you bitch! Fuck me!" From her perch in the vent, Trisha could hear the slap of Principal Johnson's sweaty thighs against Britney's ass, the creak of the desk as it rocked back and forth with the weight of the two fucking people. Britney's hand was working fast now on her clit, the head cheerleader's curly blonde hair bouncing to and fro as the principal plowed into her. "Is that it, Principal Johnson? Is that as hard as you can fuck me?" "Aggghhh!" The principal grabbed a fistful of Britney's hair and pulled viciously, his hips jamming into her, one hand still tightly clenching the head cheerleader's ass. Britney let out a loud moan of pleasure as her head arched back, her body slamming against the principal's to meet his thrusts. Her long, slender legs, sprawled across the desk, powered her body into him, eager for more. "Harder, bitch, harder! Can't you keep up??" Sweat poured down the principal's face as he speared into her, his entire shaft brutally plunging deep into Britney's soaked, dripping pussy. Trisha watched them in awe, and couldn't help feeling turned on – watching Britney manipulate this huge man, as he plowed into her gorgeous body, her curved ass and slender hips, her long blonde hair flailing about, her hand underneath her, rubbing frantically at her own clit. Principal Johnson desperately pounded against Britney with all his might, and the head cheerleader was just as eager, slamming her hips against his, making the desk shudder with each collision and their bodies shake with the impact. "Fuck! You whore! You slut!" "Come on, Principal Johnson! Fuck me!" Britney shimmied off his cock, and turned around to face him. The Principal was gasping for breath, sweat dripping off his body. "Lie down, little bitch! Lie down and let me ride you!" "Fuck YOU!" The principal's face was red with rage, but he obeyed her. Trisha smirked as she watched the principal, infuriated but obeying the head cheerleader's every command like a child. Britney straddled him as he laid down on the desk, his feet dangling off the side. She eased herself down on him, moaning as she felt his dick stab into her dripping twat. "Mmm...yeah..." Britney bounced on top of his meat, her hair flopping and her tits swaying back and forth. Then the Principal grabbed her around the waist with both hands, and he forced her down, his balls slapping against Britney's bouncing ass. Trisha watched the head cheerleader ride the principal's cock, rolling and jamming her ass deep into his hips, slamming down hard on him, making the desk creak in protest and his entire body crash with the impact. More than once, Britney opened her eyes and looked up, and Trisha knew that the head cheerleader was looking straight at her, that she knew that Trisha was watching them fuck. But then Britney closed them again, bucking up and down, jamming the principal's stiff tool in and out of her. "Ahhh...fuck! You! You....slut!" "Come on, Principal Johnson! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Britney leaned back and arched her head, letting her hands rest on the Principal's shuddering thighs, riding him, ferociously grinding her hips into his, burying his stiff tool deep in her swollen twat. The force of each of the principal's wild thrusts shot her upward, sending her bouncing into the air before she slammed back down on him. One of the head cheerleader's hands snuck up to her chest, massaging her giant tits, squeezing and teasing them. "Ohhh...God...Fuck!!!" The principal's eyes were wide open, and he was gasping for breath. "Yeah, you bitch! Fuck me!" "Ahhhh!!!!" The principal's mouth opened wide, and his hands grasped down hard on Britney's bouncing, flopping body. He was about to cum, Trisha could see it on his face. But suddenly, without warning, Britney rolled off. She slithered her slender waist out of his grasp, sliding off the desk and landing on her feet beside him. Her hair tousled and her body flushed red, the head cheerleader grinned down as the gasping, flailing man. Trisha let out a soft giggle. She hated Principal Johnson with all her being, but this was almost too cruel. The man gasped for breath, shocked and enraged, his stiff tool throbbing, only seconds away from climax. One hand grasped desperately for Britney, trying to pull her back, but she was faster than him. The other hand desperately began to jack off his cock, a blur, trying helplessly to reach orgasm after Britney had pulled herself off of him. "You! You...b...bitch! You dirty...f-fucking...whore..." He sputtered and gasped as he tried desperately to cum, but Trisha could see from the angry, frantic look on his face that it wasn't going to happen. "Finish...finish me off...you slut! You whore! Finish me off!" Britney was tugging her miniskirt back down over her ass, tender and red from Principal Johnson's grabbing. She calmly watched the principal frantically jerking at his dick, an amused look on her face. She rearranged her thong over her swollen, soaked pussy and tossed her hair before leaning down to whisper: "Principal...don't ever fuck with Trisha again." Then she stood back up. Before he could answer, she said: "And don't you have a meeting to go to?" "F...FUCK!! You...fucking whore!!" With a frustrated scream, the principal leapt up from the desk, wrenching his pants up around his waist. Still red and panting, he raced out the office door, slamming it behind him. Trisha laughed. That was incredible! She opened her mouth to say something, but the head cheerleader disappeared too, hurrying, almost running out after the principal. Where was she going? Trisha quickly turned around in the vent, clambering backwards to try and follow her. As soon as Trisha slipped back out of the vent, she saw Britney, sitting against the wall, in the shade. What is going on? Britney had thrown down her bag next to her. Her legs were spread and her skirt was hitched back up around her waist. As Trisha hurried over to see what she was doing, she noticed Britney's chest was heaving, her eyes tightly, closed, her face desperate and agitated. The class slut's hand was at her pussy, a furious blur, working up against her swollen lips and her stiff clit at the same time. And then Trisha understood – as cruel as it had been for Principal Johnson, stopping their fucking early hadn't been easy for Britney either. The head cheerleader had been close to cumming too, and she had desperately run out of the principal's office to finish herself off. Without even thinking, Trisha hurriedly sat down next to Britney. The head cheerleader had done this all for her...now she could return the favor. As the head cheerleader frantically panted, Trisha grabbed her shirt, trying to unbutton it. "Rip it...rip it..." Britney whispered frantically, her chest heaving, her hand still a blur on her pussy, and Trisha obeyed. Grasping hard, she tore with all her might at the fabric. Pieces of fabric flew across the ground as Britney's tattered shirt fell in pieces, revealing her massive, heaving breasts. Trisha grabbed Britney's bra and wrenched it down, watching in awe as the head cheerleader's huge lobes burst forth, bouncing and swaying as Britney's body bucked in effort. Gently, Trisha reached down and grasped one of the massive tits, unsure of what to do, squeezing it and rubbing it, tweaking the nipple in a way she knew would have thrilled her own body. "Ohh...ohhh God..." Britney's hand came up to grasp Trisha's, forcing her to bury her fingertips deeper into the head cheerleader's tit. Trisha felt confused and uncertain; she didn't know what Britney wanted. As one hand rubbed the head cheerleader's boob, she hesitantly slid the other one down to her soaking twat, rubbing her fingertips against Britney's cunt. Immediately, the girl's body responded, and Trisha was rewarded with a loud moan. Throwing caution to the wind, the JV cheerleader plunged three fingers into Britney's dripping twat, and the class slut's entire body shot upwards in reply, bucking hard, rolling and grinding fiercely against Trisha's touch. "Fuck! Oh God, Trisha!" Britney's body rocked upwards, her hips shoving herself against Trisha's hand, her gasping chest thrust forward for Trisha to squeeze. The two cheerleaders worked away at Britney's flushed body – one of Trisha's hands plunged in her twat, one of Britney's rubbing desperately at her own clit. Trisha still didn't know what to do, but the head cheerleader's pleasure seemed to be growing with every second. She watched as Britney's head arched backwards, and began to whimper and squeal at the sky. Her boobs heaved up and down as she panted, her hips eagerly thrusting against Trisha's soaked fingers. Then, Trisha remembered the dildo that she had seen in Britney's bag. With a slight smile, she grabbed for the bag, one hand still buried in Britney's twat. She impatiently wrenched it open and found the sex toy almost immediately. Quickly, she pulled it out and positioned it under the head cheerleader's gyrating hips, pulling her own fingertips out and spreading Britney's pussy lips wide. Britney's eyes were closed; she didn't know what Trisha was doing. Gently, slowly, Trisha began to slide the dildo into Britney's soaking twat "Ahhh..oh my fucking God! Ohhh Trisha! Oh my God!!!" Trisha felt Britney's hand grab her wrist, like a vice, almost painful. She guided Trisha's own hand, pushing the dildo further into her own pussy, burying it in herself. Trisha could feel Britney's juices soaking her hand, dribbling onto the ground. The JV cheerleader's fingers plunged hard and fast, jamming the dildo deep into Britney's twat, and she could feel Britney's pussy stretch and engulf it. The head cheerleader's hips were bucking wildly now, her legs involuntarily spreading wider, her ass hoisted to give Trisha better access to her hot red cunt. Britney was gasping now, her entire body shaking and rocking with effort, her face bright red with desire. "Ohhhhh...fuuuuck!" One of Britney's hands was still pinching and kneading her clit; the other was firmly burrowed in Trisha's wrist, clawing at it. Britney's chest heaved and rocked, and her hips shot upwards, desperately engulfing as much of the dildo as possible, burying it inside of her. Trisha pumped into Britney's pussy with all her might, watching as the length of the dildo pierced into the head cheerleader's red, swollen flesh. She was almost afraid that she was hurting Britney, thrusting the dildo as hard as she was, but she was also excited. She looks so hot...thrusting and writhing on the ground. Deep, so deep, the dildo plunged into Britney's twat, and her gorgeous body desperately bucked back in response. Britney let go of Trisha's arm, and a second later, her hand was on the back of Trisha's head, gently but firmly pushing her down, towards the head cheerleader's heaving tits. For a moment, Trisha resisted, confused, but then she understood. She bent down and locked her lips on one of Britney's nipples, suckling, biting it gently, tasting it with the tip of her tongue. She felt the class slut's hand tighten on the back of her head, urging her on, silently begging for more. Trisha was still powering the dildo deep into Britney with one hand, and she began to gently squeeze the head cheerleader's tit with the other, feeling the flesh slide along her fingers as she licked. She flicked Britney's nipple back and forth with her tongue, teasing it, sucking it, feeling her friend's wild excitement through the stiff nub. Trisha was half-hypnotized by the sight of the head cheerleader, wild and lost in her pleasure. One hand was still fucking Britney, hard and fast, piercing into her bulging, swollen pussy, making the head cheerleader's entire body twist and shudder in response. Her other hand was buried in Britney's tit, kneading and squeezing it, bringing it up to her mouth to lick and suckle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Britney's hand, a blur over her pussy, still furiously grinding at her eager clit. The head cheerleader was panting so hard and so fast that Trisha thought she might pass out, but her hips were still thrusting back and forth, and her head was still arched back, moaning and squealing. Then, Trisha felt Britney's hand tighten on the back of her head, surprisingly strong. With a final wail of joy, Britney's entire body jerked forward. Both of her hands flew backwards, spasming, scraping and tearing at the ground. Her legs gave out helpless kicks and twitches. Trisha watched in awe, her fingers still plowing in and out of Britney's twat, as the head cheerleader's orgasm smashed through her. Trisha's own orgasms were earsplitting – she knew that she had a tendency to scream uncontrollably in the midst of her climax. But Britney – loud, brash Britney – only panted, whimpering and gasping for breath as her body trembled and twitched on the ground. Her climax rushed inwards, ravaging her gorgeous, trembling body. "Ohhh...oh...o-oh...ohhh..." The head cheerleader's spread legs squirmed uncontrollably across the ground, her head tossed back and her mouth wide open, her chest heaving so heavily that her tits bounced up and down along with it. Trisha felt her pussy clenching down on the dildo, convulsing, jolting and spasming with pleasure, and she knew that each jolt was sending a wave of ferocious joy through her friend's quivering body. "Ohhh...o-ohh my g-godd...ohhh..." Britney's body gave one final tremor as she relaxed, sinking back down on the ground. The head cheerleader kept her eyes closed, continuing to whimper and shudder for a few more seconds as she felt the waves of pleasure die down. Finally she opened them. "T-Trisha..." she panted. "Fuck...yes...thank you...thank you..." Trisha couldn't help giggling as she stared down at her. Britney's shirt was in tatters across her heaving chest, her legs still spread, her pussy juices splattered across her crotch and her thighs and dribbling onto the ground. The head cheerleader grinned up at her. "Well, hun...this is the second time I've seen you with your hand in a pussy. Maybe I bring the slut out in you." She laughed. Trisha laughed too, but in her mind, something flickered. Maybe...maybe she's right. She helped Britney to her feet, and the head cheerleader wobbled a bit on her long legs, quickly catching her balance in her stiletto heels. Trisha marveled at her skill. "Did you enjoy my show with Principal Johnson?" Britney tossed her hair, and she ran her hands across her naked chest; Trisha knew that she was still enjoying the sensations of her climax. "I..um...yeah." She giggled. "Yeah...thanks, Britney." The head cheerleader tugged her miniskirt back down over her ass, now covered in dirt. "No thanks needed, hun. Just showing you what I've been telling you all along. Sex is power, Trisha. Use it, enjoy it! Don't be afraid of it!" Trisha watched in silence as Britney tossed her panties and her torn blouse into her bag, then pulled out a stretchy, sheer tank top and slipped it on. I just...I don't know. I know Britney is wrong about me...at least...I think I do. But maybe...maybe I just don't want to admit it. Britney seems so sure of everything. Why can't I be more like her? The head cheerleader picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "What? You still don't believe me?" Trisha shifted nervously on her feet. I don't know what to believe anymore. "I...I don't know, Britney. I'm not sure yet." The head cheerleader shrugged. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Just my advice, hun. Take it or leave it." Then, she walked away, her heels clacking loudly on the ground. She was panty-less, and the bottom of her ass poked out from the bottom of her miniskirt. Her braless tits swelled out of the tight tank top; the nipples were clearly visible in the virtually see-through fabric. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back; her flared hips swung back and forth as she walked. Trisha admired Britney as she walked off; she could see a bit of the class slut's juices, overflowing out of her naked pussy and running down her uncovered thigh.