Good Girl vs. Slut

The weekend flashed by in a blur, and Trisha and Britney spent every minute possible together. For some reason, when Trisha wasn't around her other friends, all the things about Britney that she disapproved of didn't matter anymore. Sure...she's a little over the top...but really, she's just comfortable with who she is. It was amazing how at ease Trisha felt around the head cheerleader. And yet, when Monday came, she felt more uneasy than ever. What will my friends think if I tell them I spent the weekend with Britney? Should I keep it a secret? What will Britney think if I do? "Hey, Trisha." It was just before the last class of the day, and Mandy was running to catch up to her in the hall. "I called you on Saturday night. Where were you?" "Oh..." The cheerleader did her best to give a casual shrug. "Sorry, Mandy, I was busy." "Oh. That's okay. Hey, what do you..." "Trisha?" The two girls turned around. Britney was walking straight towards them, her long, curly blonde hair draped down her shoulders and her back. Her high-heeled boots were laced up to the knee, framing her long, slender legs. The head cheerleader's tank-top had once been a normal blouse, but Britney had modified it, cutting a slit near the top so that her tits popped out, halfway visible, dancing in her bra as she strode towards them. Her ass was barely covered by a tight, red miniskirt. Trisha could already feel Mandy's disposition grow cold and her expression turn icy as the head cheerleader approached them. All her friends were good girls, and they were so disapproving of Britney. Oh no...She took a deep breath. "Hey, Trish...I wanted to show you something this afternoon. It's a really great store, downtown. You interested?" As soon as Britney spoke, Mandy turned to face Trisha, looking both confused and a little hurt. Trisha shifted uneasily on her feet. I want to say yes, but...Mandy would disapprove of me. In her head, she chided herself for being so concerned with everyone's opinions. Why do I have to care so much what all my friends think? If I want to be friends with Britney, then I'll do it! She braced herself, then smiled up at the head cheerleader. "Sure, Britney. I'll see you after school." Mandy's face changed immediately; her jaw dropped, and she stared at Trisha in shock. The head cheerleader smiled slightly and nodded. "Okay...see you after school." She walked up, leaving Trisha and Mandy standing alone in the hall in silence. Trisha timidly turned to face her friend, wincing at the shock still etched in Mandy's face. Finally, her friend spoke. "You...um...you're...you're friends with Britney?" She couldn't seem to will herself to say it. Trisha stared glumly at her feet. She hated Mandy's disapproval, but she also hated the thought of trying to hide her friendship with the head cheerleader. "U-um...well...I guess so..." "When did that happen?" Now Mandy was starting to sound a little angry. "I...well...it just..." BRRRRRRING!!!! It was the school bell. Trisha was both relieved and unhappy that it rang; on the one hand, it had saved her from explaining everything to Mandy. On the other hand, now she had to leave her friend standing in the hall, looking shocked, confused, and hurt. "I...I'm sorry, Mandy! I'll call you tonight!" she said over her shoulder, hurrying away to her class. As soon as she reached her classroom, she picked a desk in the back and flopped into it, her feet dangling off the chair. The petite cheerleader slowly arranged her lacy white skirt on her legs; she didn't usually wear miniskirts, but her weekend with Britney had made her a little braver. It wasn't quite the skin-tight minis that Britney wore, but it was short and cute, made of lacy white frills that stopped near the tops of her thighs. The blouse she wore was brave for her too; the V-neck plunged lower than she normally wore, revealing just a teasing peak of her 32C breasts, perky and ample in contrast to her slight, slender frame. She couldn't lie to herself either; as she had examined her outfit that morning in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her reflection; her miniskirt showing off her bare legs, her blouse accentuating the curves of her firm chest and her tiny waist. This is what I like about hanging out with Britney...the way it makes me feel! If only I could make Mandy understand that... Trisha slunk down in her chair and wondered where Britney was taking her today. *** Less than half an hour after the final bell rang, Britney's car was pulling up to a dingy old store, tucked in the corner of a strip mall. Trisha was in the passenger seat, still a little glum. "So I guess your friend Mandy doesn't like me very much, huh?" "Oh..." Trisha blushed a little bit. "Umm...it's not that she doesn't like you...it's just..." Britney cut her off. "Don't worry, Trish. Trust me, I'm used to girls not liking me. Comes with the territory, ya know?" She grinned as she got out of the car, and Trisha did the same. "Yeah...okay. Still...I'm sorry." "Like I said, don't worry. Cute skirt, by the way." Britney smirked as she watched the petite cheerleader carefully tug it down, making sure it covered her ass. "Thanks. So...what is this place?" "Well," a sly grin crept across the head cheerleader's face. "You were telling me over the weekend that you were thinking maybe I was right...how you maybe really were a slut. And you wanted to explore it a little more?" "Um...I guess..." Trisha shifted a bit on her feet. She still had a little trouble hearing the word "slut" applied to her; she couldn't admit it outright the way Britney could. "So I thought maybe I'd help you a little bit." The cheerleader glanced up at Britney's words. Uh oh. The grin on Britney's face was starting to worry Trisha. What's she going to make me do? She laughed nervously. "Umm...Britney...what's going on...?" "Relax, hun. You'll see." The head cheerleader swung open the door. A sign in the window said: "OPEN: You must be 18 and older to enter." The sign just below said: "XXX! Hottest material around! Books, Magazines, and More!" It's an adult bookstore. Britney's taking me into an adult bookstore... Her heart pounding, the cheerleader slowly followed her friend into the store. Uh oh... The store was small and cramped with aisles of books, but there were a surprising number of people inside. Britney gestured Trisha to follow her. "Umm...are you going to get me a dirty book, Britney? Cause I mostly just rely on my imagination for...you know." Britney laughed. "Don't worry. I just want to show you something in the back." As she followed the class slut, threading through the shelves, Trisha glanced at the rows of books; covers with naked, ecstatic women and muscular, hulking men. She paused for a moment in front of a magazine rack, where a girl in a cheerleader's outfit was on her knees, half a dozen cocks hanging in front of her, her entire grinning face and huge chest plastered with sticky white streaks. A caption in big red letters read: SLUTTY NICOLE'S PHOTOSHOOT! DRENCHED IN CUM! Trisha stared at the picture for a moment before blushing and hurrying on, her miniskirt swishing as she caught up with Britney. The head cheerleader walked into the back, past the bathrooms, and gestured Trisha into an unlabeled door at the end of the hallway. The two girls walked in, and Britney shut the door. Trisha looked around, confused. The room was completely devoid of furniture or even a bookshelf, but it was surprisingly well-lit. The walls were blank too, the paint peeling, except for a massive mirror, which stretched across the top half of one wall. Just below it was a row of four round holes, each only a few inches wide. Weird. They must be for electrical chords or...something. "Umm...what did you want to show me?" "Oh, you know." Britney gave a vague shrug. "Just wanted you to check out this room." She had a strange grin on her face, and as Trisha glanced around, she heard a door creak open out in the hallway, and footsteps that seemed just on the other side of the wall. And she didn't miss Britney's grin grow wider at the sound. "Britney...what's going on?" The head cheerleader shrugged again. "Nothing, Trish. It's no big deal. Just...you know...get comfortable. Make yourself at home." Britney dropped her purse in the corner and then walked to the center of the room, her boots clicking. And then, out of nowhere, Britney tossed her head, throwing her blonde curls forward and then back. She ran her hands sensually through her hair, and then bent over, her ass facing the mirror. Her cheerleaders' flexibility showed at once; Britney easily touched her toes, and Trisha watched as the class slut's miniskirt slid up her ass, revealing a black, lacy thong and the generous lobes of her ass. Britney stayed bent over for just a second, and then straightened, stretching towards the sky, arching her back and thrusting her massive chest forward. Trisha could only stare in silence, completely confused. 'Britney...what...what the heck's going on?" As she spoke, she suddenly heard more noises, coming from the wall; almost like rustling, or people moving. "Just stretching. Come on, join me!" Britney bent down and touched her toes, then straightened and stretched one more; her miniskirt was now ridden halfway up her ass. Exasperated, Trisha walked up to Britney, stopping right in front of her. She looked up at her friend's face– Britney was several inches taller than the petite cheerleader, and the boots only made her even taller – and demanded: "Britney! Tell me what's going on!" The head cheerleader leaned down, grinning, and whispered in Trisha's ear: "What do you think those holes are for, Trisha?" The cheerleader glanced over Britney's shoulder. There were four of them, spaced about a foot apart, in a row. "I...I don't know..." "Think, hun. What would fit just perfectly in one of those holes?" Trisha paused for a moment, staring, confused. She looked back up at Britney and saw her grin, and then she gasped. No way! It couldn't be! "Britney!" The head cheerleader laughed at Trisha's shock. "It's a one-way mirror, sweetie," she whispered. "Everyone in the store knows what these rooms are for. As soon as we walked in back, I guarantee ya, every single guy ran into the room on the other side of that wall to watch us. And maybe more." She winked, then straightened up again, gasped her own tank top, and ripped it off in a single motion, tossing it in the corner. Her boobs sprung out, round and huge, in their black, lacy bra. Trisha blushed fiercely as she watched Britney strip. "Britney! This is...this is weird! I'm not doing this!" The head cheerleader gave Trisha an exasperated look. "Jesus, Trisha! You're willing to blow two cops but you can't dance for a few lonely men? How selfish of you!" She laughed. "Well...I..." That was different. This is so...so...well...Trisha suddenly realized that she couldn't explain why it was different, even just to herself. "Come on, Trish! You told me how much fun it was to be a slut! You said you loved how they couldn't get enough of you! So, now, every single one of those guys in the next room are waiting and praying that you'll get your pretty little butt out of that miniskirt! What do you think of that?" Trisha paused, watching as Britney twirled around on the spot, thrusting her chest at the mirror and licking her lips. It was the exact same as the policemen last week, who had gaped and goggled at her as she sucked their cocks, who had run their hands over her body like she was some kind of idol. That night was so thrilling...and this...well... Maybe it was just that this was so direct; Britney walking in here just to strip, the men in the other room just to watch her. But even if it was strange, it was kind of empowering, in a funny sort of way, to think that a bunch of guys were in the next room, admiring her, wanting her, maybe even jerking off to her. That was what I heard...they really all ran into the other room just to watch us? Out of nowhere, she suddenly wished she had worn high heels to go along with her skirt. I would have been even sexier...no! This is weird! They're just...watching me! That's so...so... But she didn't know what it was. She glanced over her shoulder at the holes in the wall, at the mirror, musing silently. Britney was running her hands over her body, ever-so-slowly pulling the cups of her bra off of her double-D tits. It's...so dirty! Her body flushed at the thought of it. "Well, Trisha?" Now, Britney's bra was in the corner too, and she was playing with her tits, squeezing and groping them in front of the mirror. "I...um..." "What...still think there's something wrong with a slut?" Maybe...I don't know... Slowly, timidly, the cheerleader leaned her petite body forward, standing on her tip-toes and letting her miniskirt ride up to reveal a peek of her ass in the one-way mirror. She did it only for a moment; the next second, she flopped back down, too embarrassed and self-conscious to continue. Britney laughed. "Come on, girl! You gotta give them a little more than that!" Trisha glanced nervously at her friend. The cheerleader couldn't deny it; part of her wanted to give a show, just like Britney, but...this is so weird! Still, she tried again, bending forward and slightly spreading her legs. She uneasily began to run her hands up and down her legs, finally easing them up her thighs and riding up her skirt, revealing her cotton pink panties. "Yeah, hun! That's the spirit." The head cheerleader laughed, standing topless next to Trisha and admiring her. But Britney could tell that Trisha was still nervous, so she raised her head and called out to the wall: "What do you think, boys? You approve?" Trisha jumped in shock as she heard a patter of muffled voices from the other room, some thick and loud, others quiet. "Yeah...yeah..." "Nice ass!" "Show us more, sweetheart!" Trisha gaped up at Britney, shocked and delighted at the reactions. The head cheerleader grinned back. "Well, hun...you asked me to teach you. Here's your first lesson. Get every single one of our friends in the other room to cum." The petite cheerleader couldn't help smiling. Hearing their responses through the wall was unexpected, but on the other hand, it made her feel so confident, knowing what they thought of her body. Her confidence bubbled into pride, and her pride become excitement, racing through her body and filling her with eager energy. So...seeing my ass gets you excited, huh? A mischievous grin crept across her face, and she felt her chest rise. You ain't seen nothing yet! Seconds later, her blouse was up around her shoulders, revealing a white bra, and Trisha was slowly, teasingly tugging it over her head, wiggling her petite body back and forth as she did it. She shook out her long brown hair as she pulled the top off her body, and then began to run her hands over her slender, dainty frame. Then, they were at her chest, tugging the cups of her bra down, showing off her round, 32C-cup tits. The two cheerleaders were now both in front of the mirror, dancing, bending over, running their hands over their tits, down their legs, each giving teasing glances up their miniskirts. We're such a contrast... Trisha thought. Britney was tall and curvy, her legs long, her massive tits bulging. The head cheerleader was squeezing both of them now, and raised one nipple up to her mouth, licking her own tit, flicking it with her tongue. And then there was Trisha, barely over five feet tall, looking cute and innocent, with perky tits and a lithe, slim body. She grinned at Britney, and the head cheerleader winked back. Trisha reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor, flashing a sweet smile at the mirror, imagining the crowd of men behind it. Then, she twirled around twice in the spot, her eyes pouty and sweet, her hands on her gently flared hips, a petite eighteen-year-old clad in nothing but a lacy miniskirt and tennis shoes. Her eagerness and her excitement coursed through her as she spun, filling her with confidence, and an almost desperate desire to show off her body as much as possible. Her hands clasped her skirt, and Trisha was starting to wriggle it down her hips when Britney stopped her. The head cheerleader grinned down at her friend, laughing at her enthusiasm. "Trish, honey. You gotta slow down a bit!" "Huh?" The head cheerleader tossed her hair. "First rule of exciting a man: make them wait. Never give them everything they want at once. You have to take your time." Britney winked at Trisha. "Then, when you finally get to the good stuff, they're already bursting to cum." With that, the head cheerleader turned back to the mirror, still playing with her tits, still turning and running her hands over her legs. Trisha nodded at Britney's words. She thought back now to her striptease for Mr. Braun – it seems so long ago! – when she was trying to stall him as long as possible. Then she turned back to the mirror, running her hands over her firm, perky tits, gently squeezing them, pinching her sensitive nipples, feeling a tiny thrill flow through her chest. She shuddered gently, feeling the pleasure run across her skin. Trisha arched her back and raised herself on her tiptoes, flaunting her ass at the mirror, her miniskirt just barely covering her curves. She slipped two fingers into her mouth, licking them, coating them in her saliva, then gently began to run them across her tits, circling her nipples, feeling them respond to her gentle touch. It felt like her entire body was overrun with excitement, and the cheerleader didn't even know why. All she was doing was dancing in front of a mirror, in an empty room; she wasn't even naked. But just the thought of those men, eyeing every inch of her, and their voices that had called out to her; it was all she needed. She loved the thought of them crowded around the mirror, staring at her, admiring her perky chest and her sexy body. Maybe some of them even have their cocks out...maybe they're jacking off, just watching me and Britney, just imagining what it would feel like to fuck us... Trisha shuddered gently in lust, and she knew that the thoughts were a little conceited, but she indulged herself anyway. She imagined the entire room crowded full of men, pushing for a good view, every single pair of eyes locked on her short, dainty frame, fixed on her miniskirt, hoping that she would raise it up just a couple inches and show them her panties. Her panties...which were now soaking wet... Ooooh... Trisha wasn't even thinking about what she was doing now; her mind was lost in her imagination, her lust had taken over her body. A hand slowly began to sneak down her waist, towards the hem of her miniskirt. Just think about what they're imagining now...all the ways they would fuck me, pound me, ravage every inch of me... Eagerly, the cheerleader slid her hand under her skirt and her panties, slowly caressing the tender skin, and then, she was at her pussy, dripping with anticipation, and a wave of pleasure rushed through her. "Oh..." Trisha threw back her shoulders and arched her back, thrusting her perky chest out. Her fingertips were already soaked with her juices, and she gently began to rub back and forth at the soft lips of her pussy, each motion making her shudder with lust. All Trisha could think about were those men, and their rock-hard dicks, standing at attention just for her. They're probably jacking off now...they're trying to cum as they watch me... She suddenly realized what a sight she must be, on her tip-toes, her hand buried in her miniskirt, her head back, rubbing at her own twat. But the thought only turned her on more, and she let out a soft moan as she dug her fingers deeper into her cunt. "Ohhh..." Her lust had completely overtaken her now, but just at that moment, she felt Britney standing behind her, her massive tits pressed into Trisha's back. One of the head cheerleader's hands were gently sliding over Trisha's boobs, groping each one in turn. The other was outstretched in front of the petite cheerleader, and Trisha couldn't take her eyes off it. Grasped in Britney's hand was the head cheerleader's thick, 12-inch dildo. "Brought it, just in case. Thought we might want to use it," the head cheerleader whispered in Trisha's ear. Trisha's lust-addled body could barely control itself. She stared down at the dildo, her eyes big and eager, then glanced back up at Britney. "I thought we were supposed to make them wait for the good stuff, Brit," she teased. The head cheerleader laughed. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you think?" Trisha nodded. "Definitely." She whirled around and grinned at her friend. Then the cheerleader sat down, her miniskirt fluttering out around her as she raised and spread her legs. Britney laughed. "Always so selfish, Trisha," she teased. "If you don't face the mirror, all our nice friends can't see." "Oh." Trisha quickly rearranged, stretching herself across the floor in front of the mirror. Her eyes were bright and excited as she watched Britney, naked except for her heels, kneel in front of her, the dildo clasped in one hand, the other one gently running across Trisha's bare legs. Every inch of Trisha's body was pounding with lust now. Her mind rushed once more with the image of the other room, full of men, staring down at the two cheerleaders. They're going to watch me masturbate! They're going to see Britney fuck me with a dildo... Her slender hips trembled softly as Britney slowly, teasingly raised Trisha's miniskirt off of her legs, and gently pushed her panties aside. The head cheerleader smirked. "Holy shit, Trish. You're soaking wet." The petite cheerleader nodded, her breathing harder now, her eyes still fixed on the dildo. "I...I know. I want it, Britney...I..." "I know you do." Britney lowered the dildo to Trisha's twat. Ever so softly, she began to rub the head of the dildo against the petite cheerleader's pussy, pressing gently against her tender flesh. Trisha's body flushed at the sensation, and she gently rocked her hips up against the sex toy, letting it slide up and down against her cunt. Britney began to rub the toy in a tiny circle, grinding gently against Trisha's pussy lips, watching as the cheerleader's body trembled against her touch. Trisha let out a soft moan. "Britney...oh God...put it in...please..." The head cheerleader grinned. "You sure, Trish?" she teased. "You sure you want it?" Trisha was panting, softly, her eyes wide and desperate as she watched the dildo gently rubbing against her aching pussy. "Yes...oh God...fuck me..." "Then tell me you're a slut, Trisha." Britney smirked as she watched the dainty cheerleader, struggling, fighting to contain her eagerness, gently rocking against the motion of the dildo. "Oh...I..." "I want to hear you say it out loud. I want to hear you admit it." Trisha's mouth was open as she panted, but she stayed silent. As lost as she was in her lust, she still had trouble saying the word. Maybe it's true, but...I don't...I can't... "Come on, Trisha." Britney slid the dildo up across Trisha's pussy, and slowly, teasingly, began to tweak the cheerleader's clit. Trisha gasped, and the girl's entire body jolted slightly in response. "Ohhh my God..." "Say it, Trisha. What are you?" "I...oh God...oh please, Britney..." "Tell me and all the nice men what you are, Trisha. Tell us and I'll let you fuck it." Trisha closed her eyes and felt the last bit of her resistance slip effortlessly away, giving in to the lust that had conquered and overwhelmed her body. "I...I'm a slut, Britney. A dirty slut...oh God...please...please!" Keeping her word, Britney gently thrust the dildo into Trisha's twat, piercing into the cheerleader's aching flesh, plunging deep. Trisha's entire body bucked upwards, her eyes flying open and her legs twitching in response as she felt the toy finally inside of her, stretching her wide. "Yes! Oh my God!!!" Britney began to fuck her gently, pumping the petite cheerleader's pussy, plowing the dildo in and out. Trisha's body was rocking in rhythm now, her hips thrusting up in rhythm to meet Britney's pumps. She was panting hard now, her eyes raised to the ceiling and her head arched back as she squealed in pleasure. "Yes...Britney...yesss!" Her pussy was red-hot with pleasure now; it had been aching so long to be filled, and now it finally was, stuffed full with the dildo, bursting with pleasure at every thrust. Trisha's chest began to heave with her breathing, her entire body grinding against the dildo, now soaked and dripping with her excitement. The head cheerleader's bright blue eyes were fixed on the dildo, plunging in and out of her friend. "Yeah, Trisha...fuck that's hot..." And then, all of a sudden, Britney was scooting forward, her own legs spread, lowering her ass towards the dildo. She was still fucking Trisha, but as she did it, she began to guide the other end towards her own cunt. Trisha watched as she panted, her eyes wide. "Britney...you..." "Yeah Trisha...fuck yeah...bring that dildo to me." Their legs were entangled now, as Britney carefully positioned her twat near the other end of the dildo. "Britney..." "Don't stop, Trisha." Gently, still making sure to fuck Trisha, the head cheerleader slid the opposite end of the sex toy into her own pussy, engulfing it. She moaned softly as it pierced into her twat. "Oooh...fuck..." "Ohhh...Britney..." Trisha gaped and stared as she watched Britney gently push herself onto the dildo, her own body quivering as she felt the pressure of Britney's movements burying the toy even deeper into her own twat. Britney still had one hand on the dildo, and was gently jerking it back and forth, each way working deeper into one of the girls. A thrust one way would pierce into Trisha, making the little cheerleader arch her back and squeal in pleasure; the other way would jam into Britney, prompting a low moan of lust from the head cheerleader. The two girls were gently rocking now, their legs intertwined, their hips thrusting towards each other, sharing the dildo, moaning and whimpering in tandem as it slithered between their soaked cunts. Trisha's miniskirt was bunched around her waist, flopping back and forth as she rocked, her panties scrunched to the side. Britney's clothes were in a pile in the corner of the room; her knee-high boots clicked and scraped against the floor of the room as she grinded against the dildo. Stronger and harder, the two girls bucked, each hard thrust burying the dildo deeper in their own pussy and shoving it further into the other girl's too. Trisha's legs were straining, and she was on the balls of her feet now, her hands planted behind her on the floor to power herself against the toy, fucking it, bathing in the pleasure of it plunging into her and stretching her eager twat. She raised her eyes to the ceiling and let out a loud wail of pleasure as she fucked. "Yes, Britney! YES!" The head cheerleader only had room on the dildo for one hand; the rest of it was deep in one of the girls' dripping cunts. They were bucking hard now, their legs pumping, their hair flailing, each of them panting heavily in between their moans and screams of lust. Britney's groans were soft and sensual, but Trisha's cries were loud, echoing through the room, her chest heaving and her perky tits bouncing as she rocked. Britney's smooth, long legs were taut with effort, her massive boobs bounding up and down on her chest. Trisha could feel the heat of Britney's lust, pulsing from her pussy, plowing the dildo deep into her own bulging cunt, fucking her with even more force. Then, Britney pulled her hand away, and Trisha suddenly realized that the entire length was buried in their twats, shared between them, engulfed entirely by their eager, desperate bodies. The petite cheerleader let out a breathless gasp as she realized it, looking down at their wild, thrashing hips, seeing nothing but their flushed flesh. She felt Britney's pussy lips mashed against her own, warm and wet and tender. The dildo was so big inside of her, and being right next to Britney, feeling the head cheerleader's stretched pussy right next to her own, it was almost too much to take. She let out a desperate scream as she writhed, her hips furiously fucking against Britney's, her entire body sweating with the effort. "Yes! Oh God, Yes!" As she panted, she saw the tip of a cock appear near one of the holes, then another, and finally in all four of them. It was only the tips, and they seemed to be bouncing back and forth, moving frantically. Trisha suddenly realized that they were all jacking off, their cocks next to the wall, hoping to spray on the two bucking cheerleaders. A grin broke across her face as her body heaved back and forth, realizing how incredible the scene must look. Two naked, high-school girls, stretched out in front of them, grinding and fucking with all their might, so wild with lust that they had buried Britney's foot-long dildo deep in between them. We must look so hot! "Fuck yeah!" Britney had spotted the dicks too, and was grinning up at the mirror, knowing that she was staring into four pairs of eyes, fixed on their sweating, eager bodies. Trisha smiled up at the mirror too, her eyes wild and eager, her entire body tingling with the knowledge that her and Britney's scene was getting all of these men off. They're pressed up against the wall with their cocks out, a bunch of strangers...just staring at us. We're just two dirty girls, putting on a show. Her petite body shuddered with joy as she thrashed wildly against Britney's hips, the dildo thrusting and jerking deep in her twat. Ohhh...I hope they cum soon! "Urrrgh!" A muffled groan came from the wall, and Trisha breathed out a surprised gasp as she felt plops of warm, wet goo sprinkle down onto her wild, flushed skin. One of the men had reached climax, and was shooting his cum through the hole, showering down on the two girls as they fucked. Britney laughed, arching her head back as more globs shot forth, dribbling onto their bodies, glistening dots of white on their eager flesh. Trisha's pussy felt stuffed to the brim, jolts of pleasure rushing through her entire body, making her shudder and moan, buck and beg for more. And Britney's pleasure was only turning her on further; the head cheerleader's entire face was flushed red, and the force of her furious rocking was so strong that Trisha had to thrust back with all her might just to keep up. She could feel the warm cum splattered across her tits, slowly running down her body, and every drop seemed to send a fierce, burning lust through her, penetrating her and radiating out across her flesh. She bucked even harder, feeling the dildo squelch and slide back and forth between the two cheerleaders' twats. "Ohhh...Britney!" "Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Out of the corner of her eye, Trisha saw another cock thrust through a hole. Guess someone else is ready, she thought, and then felt a powerful thrill rush through her. I don't know a single one of the guys in the next room; I don't even know how many there are. All she knew them was their cocks, driven to climax by her and Britney, ready to cum all over them. She arched her head back, relishing the thought of the entire scene, and let out a wild scream. "Yes! OH GOD YES!" The semen came, a thick rope that splattered down near Trisha's navel, already dribbling down towards her frantically thrusting hips. The petite cheerleader closed her eyes as she felt more of the hot goo stream across her, another line on her leg and a third just below her tits. The entire world was only a blur to her now; her own frenzied screams, Britney's eager wails, the furious pounding of the head cheerleader's hips against her own, and now all of this cum, dribbling onto them, coating them. And the dildo, thrusting so deep into her, impaling her, piercing into her hot little body. Ohh...it's so deep! "God!!! Ohh....Britney!!! OH MY GOD!" "Yeah, Trisha! Fuck!" Trisha's eyes were still closed as she screamed and bucked. Suddenly, she felt a splash of warm goo on her face, and realized that a third man was cumming, his cock thrust through a hole that must be near her head. She felt the thick stream running down her flushed cheek, and without even thinking, she opened her mouth and thrust out her tongue, eager to taste some of the spunk for herself. The next anonymous stream shot across the bridge of her nose, missing her mouth completely, but the third splashed across her lips, dribbling onto her tongue, and the petite cheerleader eagerly lapped it up, tasting it, smelling his hot load on her face, swishing her mouthful back and forth before swallowing it. Britney's voice rang through the room. "Yeah, Trisha! Fuck yeah!" And then, out of nowhere, it was echoed by the shouts and whoops of several men. "Whoa! Yeah baby!" "Swallow that jizz!" "You fucking slut!" Trisha's eyes burst open at their words. As she bucked wildly, she pictured the scene in her mind. Two cheerleaders, spread out on the floor, sharing a dildo, burying its entire length in between them, their cunts so full that they were just bucking against each other, their soaked, wet pussy lips mashed together. Her swollen twat was completely stuffed and her flushed body was showered with cum, all across her, warm and gooey. Now, she had just swallowed a random man's seed, and all while countless others watched her lick it up...watched her buck and fuck...watched her sexy body rock back and forth. Ohhh...yess!! It's too much! Barely a month ago, she would have found even the thought of this scene revolting. Naked in a room, getting off in full knowledge that a random group of strangers were watching her. And with another girl! She wasn't even lesbian, but here she was, her own swollen pussy pressed up against Britney's, the two cheerleaders thrusting hard against one another. Now, thinking about the scene only added more to her wild lust. It was so completely wild and wrong, so unbelievably dirty. This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined! I'm sharing a dildo with another girl! I'm naked in a random room, letting a bunch of strangers cum on me! Her body was completely lost to her pleasure. I've turned into someone so nasty! So slutty! Panting and thrusting, Britney watched Trisha, her face coated in spunk, her glazed eyes raised to the ceiling, and knew instantly that the petite cheerleader was just on the edge. With all her might, she jammed her hips forward and up, powering the dildo deep into her friend's pussy with so much force that Trisha's ass was thrust up into the air. Trisha's face burst into an expression of pure pleasure, and her chest heaved desperately as she let out a wild, ear-splitting scream. "Ahhhh! OHHH G-GOD!!! OHHHH BRITNEY!!!!" Trisha's vision spun and her mind went blank as Britney's sudden thrust plunged the dildo deep into her pussy, so deep, and it sent a spike of red-hot pleasure that burst through the petite cheerleader. She spasmed and bucked desperately as her orgasm rocked her hard, ravaging every inch of her flesh, wracking her with wave after wave of joy. Her helpless little body heaved up and down as she let out scream after scream. "OHHHH GODDD!!! OHHHH!!!!" She was shuddering and trembling now, barely even able to contain the pleasure, her orgasm ready to burst through her body, so strong and wild that she could only let it out in screams and thrashes. At last, the waves died down, letting her aching muscles relax, and Trisha continued to pant and whimper as she recovered, still thrusting back against Britney. Her arms and legs were still trembling from the effort, and Trisha let out a ragged sigh of joy as Britney shouted out loud. "Yeah, Trish!" she panted. "Fuck yeah, you slut!" Britney's words rang through Trisha's frazzled brain, and she grinned. Panting and quivering, her little body still recovering from her orgasm, she realized that the thought of it was wonderful. She didn't know why, but for some reason the thought of it soared through her, her happiness mixing with the pleasure still radiating from her pussy, soaking her in it. At that moment, she couldn't care less about what Mandy or anyone else thought. I'm a slut! She repeated the words to herself, over and over. I'm a slut! Just like... Her thought suddenly returned to the scene, and she realized Britney was still bucking hard against the dildo, her wails thick and desperate, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and sprinkled with cum. Trisha had stopped rocking, but now she thrust back hard, plunging the dildo deep into the head cheerleader's twat, and Britney responded with a loud, desperate cry. "Oh GOD! Trisha!" Trisha watched as the head cheerleader closed her eyes, giving in to her pleasure, and at that moment, another dick was thrust through the wall, and it shot a thick stream of cum across Britney's massive tits, dribbling in gooey streams across her nipples and running down her chest. The head cheerleader thrust her chest forward as she felt the warm semen, her cum-strewn boobs bouncing as she bucked. Trisha leaned forward, still watching Britney's flushed, wild body, and her fingertips found the swollen nub of her friend's clit. "Yes! Yes, Trisha!" "Ahhhh!" A muffled moan came from the other side of the wall, and Trisha watched as yet another cock was thrust through a hole, already spurting its load. This one shot just below Britney's navel, and slowly dribbled its way to her crotch. Trisha could feel the hot white goo on her fingertips, the stream reaching Britney's clit and lubricating it with sticky wetness. Trisha rubbed harder now, slathering the tiny nub with the spunk, tweaking it back and forth, watching Britney twitch and trash in pleasure. The head cheerleader threw her head back and let out a wild, uncontrollable wail. "Ohhhhhhh GODDDD!!!" Trisha watched as her friend's entire body thrashed upwards, and Britney lost herself in her own orgasm. The petite cheerleader's hand was still firm on Britney's clit, a blur now as she worked away, and she could feel the head cheerleader's pussy spasm and clench on the dildo. Britney's wails and whimpers were soft but fierce, echoing through the room, her massive tits heaving as she panted in desperation, her slender, gorgeous legs trembling with ecstasy. "O-oh.....Oh....T-Trisha....don't stop...d-don't....please..." The brash, loud Britney was gone now; in her place was only an eager girl overtaken by her climax. "O-ohhh m-my....Goddd..." Britney's eyes were tightly closed and her body kept trembling, her arms taut and her fingers silently clawing at the floor. Finally, Trisha slowed her rubbing, gently circling the head cheerleader's swollen clit, watching as Britney's entire face flushed with her after-orgasm glow. She was still panting, and her eyes were still closed as she whispered to her friend. "Fuck...yes...that was amazing, Trish..." Trisha grinned. "It was my pleasure." "Ours too!" A voice rang out from behind the mirror, and Trisha and Britney both laughed. The two cheerleaders got to their feet, each giggling at the other as they slowly steadied their wobbling legs. Trisha turned to study her reflection in the one-way mirror. Her hair was a mess and her face was flushed red from effort. Thick streams of cum were splattered across her body, coating her face, running down her neck, splashed on her perky tits and her dainty legs. Even her miniskirt had a few obvious splotches. But the smile in the mirror was unmistakable. Trisha's bright brown eyes beamed back at her as she grinned towards the mirror. Britney tossed her hair and called out to the wall. "Till next time, boys!" Trisha was now looking down at herself, carefully cleaning the cum spot by spot off her petite body. "So I guess this isn't the first time you've done this, huh?" "Nope." Britney laughed. "By now I think they recognize me here. Still, I've never done anything even close to – hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Trisha looked up. "What?" "You're wiping all that cum off!" "Um...yeah. What, did you think I'm going to go outside like this?" Britney's face broke into a wicked grin. "You're damn right you are!" Trisha froze in shock. "W...what?" "Leave that cum on, hun! We're walking out of here just like this, so everyone will know how slutty we really are." Trisha's jaw dropped and her face colored scarlet at the thought. "Britney! Are you out of your mind?" Everyone would see! It's broad daylight! "You're crazy if you think I'm going out there like this?" "Yeah?" The head cheerleader grinned even wider. "Maybe. But you know, if I had told you last month that you were going to fuck a teacher, blow two policemen, and get off with a dildo in front of a bunch of strangers, you'd have called me crazy then too." Trisha's mouth was still open, but she was struck dumb by Britney's response. The head cheerleader was right. Still, though...this is unbelievable! I can't believe Britney is even considering this! She blushed even more fiercely at the thought of walking through the store topless, splattered from head to foot in cum, for everyone to see. Her hands went to her chest, covering herself, just thinking about it. Britney burst out laughing. "Okay, okay...compromise?" She bent down and picked up Trisha's bra, dangling it in front of her. "I'll let you at least cover your tits. But they have to see you covered in cum, hun." "Britney...I..." Trisha took her bra, but didn't move. Britney slipped her own bra on and gathered her things. "Come on, Trisha! This is exactly what I've been trying to tell you this entire time! Being a slut isn't about the sex!" Trisha raised an eyebrow, and Britney grinned. "Well...okay, maybe it is about the sex. But it's more than that! It's about not giving a shit what people think! You can't just be nasty in private and then hide it from the rest of the world. You've gotta be free, Trish! Just let you nasty mind go!" And with that, Britney swung open the door and strode out, her own gorgeous body showered in cum, her massive tits covered only in her bra, bouncing slightly as she walked. Still holding her bra, Trisha looked down at her slender frame, at the globs of cum that had become streams, running down her supple chest and her taut waist in white streaks, dribbled across her legs. She couldn't imagine a sluttier scene than this – a petite, eighteen-year-old girl coated in the spunk of countless strangers, in nothing but a bra and a cum-stained miniskirt, striding through an adult bookstore. It was hard to believe she was even thinking about it. But then...she must have been thinking the same thing before she got down on her knees back in October and sucked Mr. Braun's cock. And now...now it felt so long ago. Is this just another thing I'm too afraid to do? Just another thing I have to get over? Slowly, tentatively, Trisha slipped the bra over her shoulders and her chest, and reached behind to secure the back. She picked up her crumpled blouse, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then, slowly, nervously, she followed Britney out into the store. Oh God...the store's twice as crowded as when we came in... Trisha's face burned as she slowly exited the back hallway. It felt like every eye was on the cheerleader as she walked, staring at her gorgeous, perky tits in her bra, at her smooth legs and lithe frame. Trisha realized that some of the customers were probably wondering if she was even legal; this petite girl, barely over five feet, her sole piece of clothing a little, frilly miniskirt. Several of the men in the store gave her a grin that told her they had been in the next room, but the petite cheerleader kept her eyes straight ahead, trotting slowly, her stained skirt swishing. The men had subjected her to a thorough treatment; they had gotten cum on every part of her – a thick stream on her cheek and another on her nose, large splatters on her tits that had run down her waist, and more streaks trailing down her thighs, past her knees and her ankles. Her skin was cold – the jism was drying on her, now glistening in the light of the store against her skin. As she walked to the front of the store, she caught one more glimpse of the magazine rack, and spotted the cover with the girl named Nicole, grinning through a thick blanket of cum. Trisha suddenly realized that the girl's hair and eyes were the exact same shade as her own. She hurried to the front of the store where Britney was waiting, also only in a bra and miniskirt, chatting with the store owner. "Shit, Britney," the man was saying, leering at the head cheerleader. "I could hear you two screaming from all the way out here. Which one of you was that?" "Her," Britney responded immediately, pointing to Trisha. "Her name's Trisha. And she always screams when she cums." "Britney!" Trisha blushed a deep crimson as the store owner grinned at her. The head cheerleader let out a loud laugh as she strode out the door to her car, Trisha hurrying to follow her. "Trisha, hun, I've got a good feeling about this." Britney grinned at her friend as she pulled out her car keys. "We've got lots of fun waiting for us."