Good Girl vs. Slut

Five Months Later... "So he was into face-fucking you, huh?" "Yeah. I mean, he wasn't huge or anything, so I could definitely deepthroat him. But I figured I'd throw in a couple chokes and gags just to keep him happy." Britney laughed at Trisha's remark. In the last five months, the two girls had become closer than ever. Trisha didn't know it at the time, but that day at the bookstore, so long ago, had changed everything. Since then, the two cheerleaders had become inseparable. Britney had given her confidence, had taught her how to tease a man and flaunt her taut, eighteen-year-old body. She had helped Trisha revamp her entire wardrobe, replacing cute, flowery blouses with skin-tight tops and miniskirts, teaching her how to walk in stiletto heels. And, of course, she had given her more than a few sex tips. "Yeah, I think that's pretty much just a male thing. No matter who the guy is, he always loves it when a girl chokes on his dick." Trisha laughed as the two girls walked down the school's hallway. A pair of football players were chatting by their lockers, and as the two cheerleaders passed by, they exchanged knowing smiles. Trisha grinned as the memory flashed through her mind – the four of them, in the back of one of the jock's truck, entwined in one another, rolling around in the dark, switching partners, not even knowing who was who... A short, blonde-haired girl was walking quickly past, clutching a math book to her chest. She offered Trisha a nervous, half-smile. "Hey Trisha..." Trisha smiled back. "Hi Mandy." She and Mandy had been best friends for so long, but now, she knew that Mandy just couldn't deal with everything that had changed. The last straw had been when rumors flew around that Trisha had slept with the AP History teacher, Mr. Braun. Deep inside her stomach, she felt a tiny cringe as she remembered their late-night phone conversation, when Mandy had shamefully admitted to Trisha that she couldn't be friends with her anymore. It was hard to accept, but somehow, Trisha had known that it was coming. She couldn't help who she was, and neither could Mandy. Mandy gave a weak wave and then hurried on, eager to leave, and Trisha didn't bother trying to stop her. Instead, she kept up with Britney. The head cheerleader was wearing a skintight minidress, her boobs bursting out the top and her curvaceous butt barely covered by the swishing skirt. Trisha was wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts, so tiny that the bottom of her ass poked out. Her boobs strained against the tight fabric of a white T-shirt, and the stiletto heels of her ankle-high boots clacked against the tile floor. The two of them were almost complete opposites: Britney was tall and blonde, standing several inches over Trisha, and always loud and the center of attention. Trisha was petite and slender, barely over five feet, and her cute smile, wavy brown hair, and innocent looks could have passed her off as the sweet girl next door any day. And yet, every single person in school knew exactly who both of them were; the class sluts, the hottest and the nastiest girls that had ever walked the school's halls. The two cheerleaders were almost out of the building when a tall, burly man in a brown suit stopped them. "Hello, girls." It was Principal Johnson, standing in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed. "Hi there, Principal." Britney smiled up at him. "Mr. Braun tells me you were late for class this morning. Again." Trisha gave a casual shrug. "Oops. Were we?" "That's the third time this week. Three late classes in a row means detention." The Principal was doing his best to keep his voice hard, but for some reason he was struggling. He seemed to be nervous, or maybe even afraid. Britney shook her head. "Mmm...I don't think so. We don't really want to go to detention." "Well..." Principal Johnson began sputtering, "well, no one wants to go to detention, but they have to, and so do you. I am the principal, after all." Trisha stepped forward, thrusting her chest forward, pouting with puppy dog eyes. "But Principal Johnson, we really really don't wanna!" "Well...I..." Britney stepped forward too. "Do you...need some more convincing?" "I..." The Principal seemed to be trying to get something out, but he couldn't do it. Britney shrugged. "Okay...tomorrow morning then, before class. Same place. We'll be waiting." "Damnett, girls, you can't just..." Trisha leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And you might want to bring some pills or something this time, Principal. I mean...you didn't last very long last time, did you?" The girls laughed and turned to walk away as the principal stood frozen, angry and speechless. "See you later, Principal!" Britney grinned at Trisha as they walked into the parking lot. "God, I fucking love doing that." "How'd that video tape of him turn out?" "Perfect. You can see his fucking face turn purple and everything. Oh, that reminds me." Britney reached into her purse and fished out her camera. "I'm meeting up with that one guy from the bookstore. He said he wants to film us this time." Trisha giggled. "That guy? I thought you were finished with him." Britney shrugged. "Nah. He's not that big, but God, he knows how to fuck. None of this make love bullshit. Just a good hard pounding. Hey, you should come. You'd like him, Trish. He's pretty rough." Trisha grinned, but she shook her head. "Maybe next time, Brit. My mom is picking me up today. She's probably going to give me another lecture on respecting myself." Britney rolled her eyes. "God. I respect myself just fine. I've got so much respect for myself that I don't give a shit if other people care how many guys I've fucked." Trisha nodded. "Yeah, I know. It's a drag. Oh, there she is." She hurried towards the car that was pulling into the parking lot. "See you later, Brit!" "See ya, Trish." Trisha hopped into the passenger car seat and threw her backpack in the back. Her mom was dressed in a business suit, and her disapproving gaze was sweeping over her daughter's outfit. "Honey, that shirt is virtually see-through." "Is it?" Trisha looked down at her shirt, confused and innocent. "I didn't notice." Her mother sighed. "You need to be more careful. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I see you're still hanging around with that Britney girl." Trisha nodded, putting her feet up on the dashboard. "Yep. I like her." "Well, I don't. I didn't get a chance to do our grocery shopping, so we have to stop off there now." She turned off the street and into a large, crowded parking lot. "Shit, really Mom? You can't just do that tomorrow?" "Watch your language. And if you don't want to wait, why don't you help me?" Her mother gathered up her purse and stepped out of the car. "Okay, okay, never mind, forget it. I'll just wait out here." Her mom sighed. "Fine...you can stay with the car. Maybe you can get started on your homework." "Sure thing. Thanks, Mommy." As soon as her mom disappeared into the grocery store, Trisha got out and leaned against the car, feeling the sunshine on her skin. She closed her eyes and stretched her little body in the hot afternoon, arching on her toes and raising her arms towards the sky. The sun was staring down at her, but the cheerleader got a strange feeling that something else was staring too. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was right. A boy in a store employee's uniform was standing on the sidewalk, smoking and trying to look suave, but unable to keep his cool next to the sight of Trisha stretching in the sunlight. His mouth was slightly open, and he was blatantly staring straight at her gorgeous body, eyes wide and unblinking. Trisha smiled and waved in his direction. He jolted as if someone had hit him, briefly met her gaze, and immediately blushed and looked away. "Hi there," Trisha said, flashing him a sweet, innocent smile. "Do I have something on my shirt?" "Uh...no. Nope. Sorry." He hurriedly shoved the cigarette into his mouth and turned away, deliberately avoiding looking at her body. Trisha could tell that it was taking him a lot of effort. She felt a wicked, powerful thrill at how easily she could turn him on, at how obviously he was checking her out; her long, brown hair draped across her slender shoulders, her perky 32C tits thrust out in contrast to her lithe waist and her slightly flared hips, her gorgeous ass only helping to frame her smooth, athletic legs. The thrill grew and grew as she watched him, building into an eager hunger. She kept her innocent brown eyes on his, and offered another sweet smile. "Are you sure? You were staring right at it." She thrust her chest forward, and pretended to look down and examine herself. The boy was looking out at the parking lot now, desperately trying to keep his composure, forcing himself to avoid staring at Trisha's dainty, gorgeous frame. The cheerleader barely managed to stifle her giggle at his reaction. "Uh..." "You know what? I think there might be a stain. Can you see it? Right here." Trisha teasingly tugged the shirt against her chest, the outline of her tit clearly visible against the stretched fabric. She smiled again. The boy gave in, turning his head to stare. Trisha felt another thrill as she watched his eyes greedily take in every part of her – her T-shirt, tied around the navel, exposing her smooth midriff, her perky breasts bulging out against the tight fabric. Trisha knew without looking that in the sun, the stretched fabric was see-through, and the boy was staring at her lacy white bra. He lingered around her cutoff jean shorts, her smooth ass just poking out of the bottom, teasing him, her legs slender and shapely. She crossed one boot-clad foot over the other, the sharp heel clacking against the pavement. Then, she leaned against the car, throwing her slight shoulders back, feeling his eyes on her petite body and loving every second of it. I want more... "I...uh...I dunno if..." Ooh...I want more! Trisha strode over to him, not waiting for him to finish. Her chest was nearly bursting with eagerness, and the same powerful hunger was now coursing through her. "Hey, do you work in here?" She gestured towards the supermarket. "Uh...yeah, I work as –" "You have a bathroom in the back?" "Um...sure." "Okay. Show me where it is." "Uh...yeah, okay..." He discarded his cigarette and walked into the back warehouse, and Trisha followed him, running a hand through her long brown hair. It was mostly empty, although she could hear noises far off – someone talking, or loading some boxes. He was slightly hunched as he watched, and the cheerleader knew that he was trying to hide an erection. Just the thought of it sent a hot shudder through her little body. He led her to a door in the back, opening it to reveal a one-person bathroom, with a grimy toilet and a leaky sink. Trisha walked in. "Thanks." The boy took a step back and began to close the door, but Trisha stopped him, and gave him her best pout. "You're leaving?" "Wha? I...uh...yeah...I thought..." Trisha tried to offer another innocent pout, but couldn't help breaking into a wicked giggle halfway through. "Don't do that! Stay for a while!" She winked at him, then she stepped forward, pressing her delicate body up against his, her firm, C-cup boobs mashed against him. She could feel his erection, throbbing against her stomach, as she raised herself on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "Maybe you can give me another stain." The boy gasped. Without waiting for an answer, Trisha grabbed him around the collar, pulled him inside, and shut the door. The cheerleader could tell that he was utterly confused and unprepared – probably inexperienced too, but she didn't care. She was ready and eager; the moment she had felt his eyes running all over her body, her pussy had started to grow moist. Now, as she drew him towards her, she could feel her juices soaking her twat, her legs nearly trembling with anticipation. Oh God...I need to be fucked so badly! At barely five feet, she was much shorter than him, but she reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth. His tongue clumsily responded, flailing about, his breathing hard. A second later, she impatiently broke the kiss and whirled around, bending over and placing her hands on the toilet. "What do you say?" she asked, turning back to flash him a smile. "Wanna make a deposit?" "Wait...this is...crazy..." He was just staring at her, confused and overwhelmed. He was clearly rock-hard, as shown by the bulge in his pants, but he seemed frozen, too scared, or maybe just too bewildered, to act. The petite cheerleader arched her back in impatience. Guess he's going to need some encouragement... "I can't wait any longer!" She moaned softly at him, ignoring his protest, her eyes pouty and begging. "Hurry up and fuck me!" The boy jumped at the word 'fuck,' and Trisha couldn't help laughing. "What? Don't you want to?" "I mean...y-yeah...of course..." He couldn't seem to get the words out, his eyes still fixed on her slender body, bent over the toilet, her little ass hoisted in the air, ready for him to take her. "Oooh," Trisha cooed, encouraging him. "Then come on! You're the only one that can satisfy me! Please! I'm so horny and I just want you inside of me!" The cheerleader began to unbutton her tiny shorts. God...he's taking so long! "O...okay..." "You can tell all your friends about the hot cheerleader you fucked. Tell them how dirty it was." She looked back at him, and saw that he was slowly unzipping his pants with a trembling hand. "That's it!" She smiled up at him, excited, as she yanked her shorts and her thong down to her ankles. "Fuck me hard, make me call out..." Trisha paused, then peered at the nametag on his shirt. She couldn't read it. "What's your name?" "Uh...George." "Oh, okay." Trisha giggled, and a powerful thrill slithered through her body. How slutty of me...not even knowing his name! "Then make me call out your name, George! Hurry!" She wiggled her naked ass at him. Still unsure of himself, George stepped forward, guiding his throbbing dick towards Trisha's ass. Slowly, the boy lowered his dick towards Trisha's eager cunt and tenderly began to push inside of her. "Oooh...yeah...there you go..." Trisha's entire body shuddered in pleasure as her pussy finally got what it wanted – the hard dick pushing inside of her, stretching her and filling her needs. He continued to push, but very slowly, his cock sliding in bit by bit. More, damnett...more! Her body was practically bursting with lust and impatience. "Harder..." She whimpered softly. Within seconds, she lost her patience. The cheerleader reached back to grab his thighs with both hands and forcefully thrust him forward. She heard George gasp as his entire dick plunged into her, sending a wild, powerful rush of pleasure through her aching twat. "YEAH!" Trisha cried out loud. "That's it, baby! Fuck me!" George began to rock in and out of her, thrusting clumsily, trying to obey her. His cock slowly slid in and out of her pussy. "Harder!" She cried out again, begging him. "Harder! Please, harder!" Her hands clamped down on his thighs, pulling him toward her, yanking his legs back and forth, making his dick plunge in and out of her impatient cunt. "Holy...holy shit..." George was panting, his legs jerked back and forth, his dick pushed in and out of this unknown girl's twat, piercing into her. Trisha moaned, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of her pussy being stretched and filled. That dick felt so good, opening and filling her, and the cheerleader slowly began to rock back against him, grinding into his cock, desperate for more. Oh God...if only he would go faster! George gasped again. "Agh...ahh..." He tried his best. "Deeper! Harder!" she called out, and this time her hands clamped down on his ass, jamming him inside her, and finally, George seemed to get the hang of it. She felt his hands grasp her tiny waist, and he began to thrust hard, plunging his tool deep into her swollen twat, impaling her, his balls slapping against her pussy lips with each pound. Immediately, the pleasure exploded across the cheerleader's body. She arched her back and her face flushed with joy as she felt George's dick ram hard and fast, finally fucking her with the force that she needed. "Oh God!! YES!" Trisha planted her hands back on the filthy toilet seat, pumping her petite body against George's dick, slamming her hips into a powerful collision with his, her hair and her tits flopping. It was the only thing she could feel now, that wonderful rock-hard dick, filling her, stretching her hot, bulging pussy. "Ahh...holy shit..." George was gasping for breath, his legs working hard, pistoning his dick in and out of the cheerleader. Trisha crouched low over the toilet, keeping her ass hoisted, gripping the toilet for support as she wildly drove herself against his thusting hips. Her boots scuffed and scraped against the floor as she bent her legs and pumped George's dick, engulfing it in her soaked twat. They were bucking so hard that the loud, fleshy slap of their hips colliding was echoing through the bathroom, and Trisha delighted in the sound, squealing out loud in pleasure. "Yeah, baby! Yeah, that's it!" Slap slap slap! His hands were tightly gripping her waist now, forcing her backwards, encouraging her to rock towards him even harder, and she did, putting her entire little body into meeting his every thrust with equal strength. God, yes! This is what I'm talking about! He was pounding her hard, and each vigorous thrust sent a spasm of joy speeding through the petite cheerleader. Slap slap slap! "Ahhh...ahhh! Holy...holy shiiiitt!!!" George's cock began to throb, and he kept fucking her, hard and fast. Trisha could feel his excitement pulsing through his cock, plunged in her pussy, swollen and throbbing deep inside of her. It spurred her on even more, and she began to buck against him with all her might, impaling herself on his rod, eager to milk his cock, eager to feel him shoot his seed deep inside of her twat. Yesss...yes!!! "Ahhhh!!!" George cried out, and Trisha's face broke into a satisfied grin as she felt his cock begin to spurt inside her, unloading his cum, hot and thick, filling her eager twat to the brim. He continued to thrust as he came, and the petite cheerleader rocked too, letting his dick plunge into her flooded canal, feeling her own juices mix with his hot spunk. That was fast, she thought to herself, grinning. But I guess I couldn't expect much more. "Ohh...yeah..." George was hunched over her body, gasping and shuddering, when the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open. "George, is that –" The manager of the store stopped in his tracks, his mouth open in mid-sentence. He took the sight in – a cute, petite teenager bent over a filthy toilet seat, her ass raised up in the air, and his own employee with his pants around his knees and his dick deep inside of her. "What the HELL is going on in here???" George turned to Trisha, and she saw genuine fear replacing his pleasure and sweeping across his face. He was going to get fired, she realized. She had to do something. Quickly, she stood up, ignoring the loud squelch of George's cock slipping out of her pussy, and turned to face the manager. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile; a smile that she knew could get her out of anything. "Oh sir...I'm so glad you're here! Shut the door, will ya?" The manager seemed ready for another outburst, but her comment caught him off guard. He stood silently in shock, staring down at her, not moving. Trisha's tight T-shirt showed off her firm tits and her bare, dainty midriff. Her panties and shorts were still around her ankles, revealing her slender legs and flared hips, her bulging, dripping pussy. The petite cheerleader felt another wicked thrill run through her as his eyes ran over her. When he still wouldn't respond, she shrugged. "All right, then." Trisha reached behind him and gave the door a shove, closing it herself, and the loud slam seemed to awaken the manager. "Now hold on just a minute..." "Oh, no...I don't think I can," Trisha cooed as she sank down to her knees, her shorts and panties still around her ankles. Quickly, she began to undo the man's belt, and triumphantly she felt the growing bulge in his pants. He kept up the protest, though. "Young lady, I..." "Oooh...I may be young, sir, but trust me, I'm no lady." She winked at him as she unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down, and as the expression on his face slowly changed, she knew she had him. Softly, she pulled his dick out and began to jerk him off. "Whoa there...wow..." "Mmm...like that?" Trisha smiled up at him, both hands around his dick, sliding up and down, across his shaft. He was getting hard now, and quickly. She turned around to see George, still with his dick hanging out, watching them, mouth open and eyes wide. "Did you enjoy yourself, Georgie? Want to stick around for Act II?" "Sure..." She laughed at his eagerness, then turned back to face the manager. His eyes were closed, his entire concentration fixed on this young girl jacking him off in her hand. Trisha couldn't wait any longer. Keeping her eyes on his face, eager to watch his reaction, the petite cheerleader parted her lips and slid the head of his dick into her soft mouth. "Oh yeah...that's it." The manager's face twitched as he felt the eighteen-year-old's mouth wrap itself around his meat, and he gently thrust his hips forward, forcing Trisha to take a bit more of his cock into her lips. It was rock-hard now, and she happily accepted it, sucking him in slowly, her hand still jerking him off as she gulped, her lips softly smacking with her efforts. "Yeah...yeah...that feels so good." Trisha slurped a bit deeper, slobbering across his shaft, feeling the head slide up against the back of her mouth. She licked him greedily, sliding her tongue against the bottom of his cock, her slick lips gliding up and down his meat. She began to bob her head back and forth, smacking and gulping, and the manager groaned. "Deeper...take me deeper." Trisha felt him rest a hand on the back of her head, and she silently obeyed, relaxing her throat and letting the dick shimmy down it, ignoring her gag reflex as she buried his length deep inside of her. The manager let out a huge gasp as he felt her deepthroat him. Trisha let out a muffled giggle as she beamed up at him, her lips stuffed with cock, his pubes tickling her nose. She left his shaft shoved down her throat for a few seconds before pulling him back out to take a breath. "Does my throat feel good around your dick?" She licked her lips and smiled. "Yeah...fuck yeah..." His shaft was slick and wet now with her saliva, and she jerked him off with one hand as she turned around to face George. His dick was hard again, and one hand was absentmindedly stroking it as he watched her, eyes wide and mouth open. "What do you think, Georgie? Does this look fun to you?" "Yeah..." He almost looked hypnotized as he quickly nodded. "C'mere then." She smiled up at him and beckoned with one finger. He stood in front of her, next to the manager in the cramped bathroom, and watched in shock as she took each of their dicks in one hand, jerking them off in a quick, smooth rhythm. Smiling up at George, Trisha slid the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue run across it, relishing the involuntarily shudder of pleasure that ran through George's body. She could taste George's cum on the tip, and her own salty juices coating it, a result of their fucking just a few minutes before. "Oh...oh yeah..." George was moaning as he looked down at her, her mouth tight around his dick, her cheeks puckered, sucking gently, her lips wet and glistening. She winked up at him and before he could figure out why, she was throating him, her lips slurping at his balls, the entire length of his stiff cock jammed down her tender throat. George let out a huge moan as he watched his meat vanish into the petite cheerleader's soft lips, just the very base of it visible as she gently bobbed against him. Trisha let out a soft, muffled moan, enjoying every moment of George's shocked pleasure. With her mouth stuffed full of George's cock, she didn't even notice that the manager, growing impatient with a simple handjob, had stepped in back of her, lowered himself to his knees, and positioned himself behind her. Then, she felt his hands on her waist, guiding her backwards. Trisha emitted another sloppy, muffled moan as her little body tingled with joy. Immediately, her pussy was flooded with an aching, eager joy at the manager's touch. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it even more. Without even turning around, with George's cock still buried in her throat, Trisha scooted her ass backwards, resting on her hands and knees, her butt raised in the air, ready to be pounded again. She felt the manager's hands on her thin, dainty hips, guiding her backwards. The cheerleader continued to gulp down George's cock, slurping against his shaft, feeling his balls on her lips and the tip of his dick slide up against the back of her throat. Finally, when she could take him no more, she slipped the cock back out, gasping for breath, grinning up at George. "Holy...shit..." The boy's eyes were wide as saucers. "Mmm..you like fucking my throat, baby? You want to keep fucking it?" "Shit...fuck yeah I do..." Trisha slid his dick back into her mouth and then let out a muffled groan – the manager was ready now, his dick pressed up against her pussy lips, ready to take her. She heard him groan loudly as he slid easily into her slick, soaked pussy. Immediately, the cheerleader's body was set ablaze, and she quivered in pleasure as she felt him pierce into her. "Wow...you're soaking wet..." The manager's groan was low and thick. Trisha slipped George's cock out of her mouth to turn around and grin at him. "What can I say? I'm an enthusiastic girl!" "Yeah...fuck yeah you are." He slowly thrust his cock into her, feeling her twat clasp every inch of him like a sheath, warm and tender and wet. Trisha turned back to tend to George, but she let out a soft moan of approval as she felt the manager plunge the entire length of his shaft into her cunt. He was much better than George, and thank God...the boy's hurried fuck had only made her pussy ache for more. Ohhh...this is what a real fucking should feel like! "Mmm...ohhh..." Trisha's muffled moans slipped between her wet lips and George's throbbing cock. The manager was pumping now, his hands wrapped around her petite waist, his hips jamming into hers. Trisha felt the lust beginning to overtake her, the powerful fucking flooding her body with uncontrollable pleasure, but she didn't want to forget George. The cheerleader took a deep breath and then plunged her head back down, throating George's cock once more and making him gasp with pleasure. "Yeah...that's a wet cunt..." The manager's fucking was steady and hard, keeping a firm grip on her, his balls slapping against Trisha's soaking pussy lips. The cheerleader rocked against him just as she had rocked against George barely five minutes ago, engulfing his dick in her eager flesh. He responded with even more strength, bucking against her, making her entire body twitch and wiggle with his force, even as she was still busy slurping down George's meat. A muffled moan burst out of the cheerleader. "Ohhh....gahhh yeth...fffck mahhh..." George was moaning too, closing his eyes to concentrate on the cheerleader's wet lips, gulping down his cock, saliva dribbling down his balls. Back and forth Trisha rocked, one way engulfing the manager's dick in her pussy, the other shoving George's rod down her eager throat. Back and forth, back and forth, the two men stuffed her with their meat. As she bucked and thrust herself across the floor, the manager's hands reached across her chest, tugging her shirt up and her bra down to massage her firm tits as he banged her. Trisha's body thrilled with joy at the feeling – his hands roughly squeezing her globes, his dick plowing into her, her loud desperate moans muffled by a thick cock in her mouth. The manager was panting now with effort, fucking her hard, and the cheerleader was meeting him with equal force, slamming her slender hips against his, stuffing herself with his meat. He grabbed onto each of her boobs, one big handful in each hand, and began to viciously yank her petite body against his, forcing her to slam into his hips at a painful speed, and each thrust plowed his dick balls-deep into her aching twat. Wrenched back and forth, her hair flying, Trisha happily subjected herself to the violation, her little body flushed with pleasure, her back arched in the air and her eager, muffled moans echoing through the cramped bathroom. "Ohhh...mffghh....fckkk...ghhh..." Trisha threw her own weight into bucking against the manager's, relishing his rough hands on her tits, savoring the sensation of having her dainty body flung against a rock-hard cock. Her moans were getting louder and sloppier, and drool started to spill down her chin as she continued to thrust her lips up and down George's shaft. A string of slobbery gurgles poured out of her mouth along with her saliva, and Trisha wailed out her pleasure, lost to the feeling of the manager's ferocious pounding. "Mmfff...ohhhhggodddd!!" Trisha imagined the scene in her mind – on her hands and knees in a smelly bathroom, her chin covered and dripping with her spit, slurping on the dick of a boy she had just fucked. And another man, pounding into her at the same time, his cock filling every inch of her swollen pussy, so deep and so hard. He was crouched over her now, his breath hot on her back as she thrust herself against him. His hands were painful on her tits, clenching them tightly as he viciously forced himself onto her little body, yanking her towards him with a ferocious, wild strength, his dick powering into her like a jackhammer. George's hands were on the back of Trisha's head now, even as she flailed back and forth on the floor, guiding her deeper, and he was thrusting gently, pumping his dick in and out of her drool-coated lips. The manager was being so rough with her, so wonderfully rough, grabbing onto her perky tits and wrenching her petite body against him, stabbing into her with all his might, forcing her to take his entire length. George was gently face-fucking her, pushing his cock into her mouth, gaining speed with each second. They're treating me like a piece of meat...fucking me from both ends...yanking and throwing me back and forth across the floor... Her hair was flying everywhere with the force of the manager's bucking, plastered on her face, floundering across her eager, thrashing body. Neither of them were holding back now; George was thrusting deep into her throat, sinking his entire shaft into her plump lips as she slurped, only moments away from making her gag. The manager's balls slapped loudly as they smacked against her dripping pussy, and her entire body quivered with each impact. They were so deep...Trisha felt like George's cock was plunging into her stomach, like the manager's was ripping through her twat and jamming deep into her chest. Oh God...they're so rough...they're so good... ...And they don't even know me! The realization came to Trisha out of nowhere, as she thrashed back and forth, her pussy and mouth stuffed full of dick. They don't even know my name! They're just fucking some random slut...some nasty, cum-starved slut...some naughty, disgusting slut, on her hands and knees in the middle of a public bathroom... The dirty nature of the scene sent her over the edge. Trisha opened her mouth wide, letting out a loud, half-muffled scream around George's dick. "Aghhhh...Oh Godd...fuuuck!!!" George was groaning out loud too, feeling Trisha's tongue swirl across his dick, watching as her hot body bucked back and forth, taking his own dick and his manager's at the same time, writhing with all the strength the little cheerleader could muster, her petite hips jamming herself against the manager, her C-cup tits mashed in his hands, her big brown eyes wild with joy as she screamed. "Ohhh fucckkk...fuck me...fuck me!!!" Saliva dribbled out of Trisha's mouth as she shouted, her body crazied and uncontrollable, hungering for George's dick, aching for more of the manager's vicious pounding. The two of them were thrusting in rhythm now, shoving their meat deep inside her pussy and her throat, plunging in unison into her from both sides, and every time they pulled back, her body cried out desperately to be filled again. "Oh...oh God..." "Yeah...yeah that's a wet little cunt..." "Fuuuck! Aghhhh! Fuuuck!" Trisha closed her eyes as she let out one gurgled, sloppy scream after another, her drool pouring down her chin, her long brown hair stuck to her sweaty, flushed body. The manager was much more experienced than George, and he knew what was about to happen. "You gonna cum, little girl? You wanna cum on my cock?" "Fuuuck! Ohhhh fuuuck yessss!!!!" The manager bucked extra-hard against Trisha, the strength of his thrusts forcing her forward, and she gagged on George's dick as it burrowed deep in her throat. But she bucked back, grinding wildly against the manager, feeling his dick plunge and plow through her, stuffing every inch of her aching canal. George let out a huge groan as Trisha coughed and gagged on his dick, her mouth slobbery and wet. The cheerleader could barely concentrate now, throwing her entire body against the man fucking her. Her mouth was wide open, stuffed full of cock, but she didn't even notice her own desperate choking. Her chest was heaving for breath now as she alternated between wild gags and coughs and passionate screams. The two dicks were so good, violating her, taking her, impaling her from behind and jamming down her throat, ripping into her petite little body, her slutty, dirty body, stretched out on a bathroom floor between two strangers...Ohh! It's too much!!! "AHHHHH!!!! Ohhh...ohhh my GODD!!!!" A single spasm rushed through Trisha's body, racing across her back and through her trembling legs. George was still thrusting into her as she opened her mouth wide, screaming again as her orgasm rushed forth. She could feel her pussy twitch and contract, and the ripples of pleasure slashed through her body, spilling across her skin, making her shudder and shake. The manager continued to fuck her, his hands wrapped hard around her waist, his dick balls-deep inside of her, watching as the cheerleader trembled and spasmed in her climax. Muffled, wet screams ripped through her throat and her lips. "GODD!! GODDD YESS!! YESSS!!" Her crazed screams echoed through the bathroom, and the waves of pleasure crashed against her quivering, dainty frame, back and forth, over and over, flushing every inch of her. The petite cheerleader's mind went blank, and only a single image was left – her and these two strangers, fucking like wild animals, her mouth and her pussy stuffed with cock, ravaged and violated like only the nastiest of sluts could take. Her arched back was rigid, her legs and arms trembled with joy, her chest heaved in effort. Finally, Trisha let out an exhilarated sigh as she felt the last wave of her orgasm slither through her. The cheerleader felt her entire body rise with joy – that wonderful after-orgasm feeling, when every part of her felt wonderful and reborn. She suddenly realized that she was coated in her own drool; a result of trying to scream over and over with a cock in her mouth. It had soaked her chin and was starting to stream down her neck, puddling on the floor as it dripped off George's cock. Trisha looked up at the boy. He still looked out of place, still looked in shock, this time at the sight of her out-of-control, earsplitting orgasm. She slipped his slobbery dick out of her mouth with an audible pop, and a long stream of her drool followed it. The cheerleader was still panting and recovering, but she flashed a sweet smile up at George. "Mmm...oooh that felt good, George. What do you think? Think it's your turn?" George nodded down at her. "Yeah...yeah..." Trisha took him back in her mouth, a mischievous look in her eye. The manager was grunting now, still grinding into the cheerleader's soaked, swollen twat, his dick throbbing with effort. Trisha took a deep breath, making sure to watch George's reaction, and throated him one more time. George's eyes widened, so large she thought they would explode, as she smushed her nose against his stomach, her sloppy lips bobbing on his balls, his entire shaft buried in her soft throat. "Ahhh...wow...too much...!!" Trisha slurped and milked his cock, mashing her face again and again against his crotch, sliding him just a couple inches out of her throat before burying him deep. She could still hear the manager's grunts, still feel his fat dick pistoning in and out of her tender, tingling cunt. "It's...It's too fucking much!" George's head was back, and he was gasping for air at the pleasure of feeling his dick buried in Trisha's slobbery mouth. But Trisha wouldn't let up. An eager hunger filled her chest, and she sped up her slurping, wrapping her tongue around the bottom of his meat as she jammed it yet again down her throat. She gulped as she sucked, her face pressed against his crotch, her saliva-slick lips tightly locked around the base of his shaft, her cute brown eyes fixed on his face. On her hands and knees, the cheerleader sucked and fucked, savoring the carnal pleasure of the two men; one dick jammed inside her twat, the other stuffed halfway to her stomach. She continued to rock with the manager's fucking, urging him on, feeling every inch of him thrust into her. "Oh...oh...okay!" George was cumming again, his dick throbbing and twitching in Trisha's mouth. She could feel each spurt coming out of his shaft, the powerful spasm twitching against her lips as it shot out of him, flooding her throat and her mouth. She swallowed eagerly and continued to slurp down his cock, massaging his twitching balls with one hand, milking them, thirsty for every drop of cum he had. She let out a muffled moan of her own as she felt his hands on the back of her head, gently fucking her mouth, unloading his seed into her stomach. When he was done, he gently pulled out of her, still gasping for breath. "Th...thank you..." She laughed and grinned up at him. "Thank you, sweetie." "Ugh...ugh..." The manager was still fucking her, hard and fast, his hands painfully tight on her dainty waist, his face dripping with sweat. Wow...he's got some stamina, Trisha thought to herself, impressed. But it's been a while...what if Mom is waiting for me? Maybe she should help him along. She turned her head around and flashed him a sexy smile. "You like that pussy?" "Ahh...yeah...fuck yeah...it's so wet..." He was panting so hard that he could barely respond. "Mmhmm...it's so wet for you..." She flashed him a sweet smile. "Fuck...yeah..." The manager's next thrust was extra hard, sending Trisha rocking forward, but she planted a hand on the floor to catch herself, and bucked back against him, listening to the slap of their hips colliding, watching the manager's body shudder with the impact. "Oooh...I want your cum...I want your cum so bad..." Her big brown eyes were fixed on his cock, watching it pound into her slender body. "Ohhh...fucckkk...." Trish arched her back again, and squeezed her pussy hard, clasping his cock as she slammed her body against his. "Where you gonna cum, baby?" She asked, encouraging him. "You wanna cum on my face?" The man's sweaty, red face nodded vigorously, and Trisha knew she had said the right thing. "Oooh, yeah...you wanna cum on my face, huh? You wanna shoot your hot load all over my pretty little face?" "Fuck...yeah! Fuck!" Trisha clenched her pussy, milking his cock, enjoying every single pound, relishing the feeling of his balls pressing against her crotch as he plunged his entire manhood inside her swollen twat. Her body was hungry once more, eager again for cum...she was almost tingling with anticipation. "Yeah! Oooh, God that feels good! Cum, baby! Cum all over my face!" She was shouting now, encouraging him, crying out for his seed. "Ohh...oh God..." His dick was throbbing now; she could feel it twitching and sliding inside her tender cunt, pounding wildly in and out of her. Ohhh...yes... he's so close! "Yeah! Fuck yeah! Cum on me! Spray all over my little slut face!" "Agghh...Ahhhh!!!" The manager pulled his dick out of Trisha's pussy and raced around to her front. He pushed George aside, completely ignoring his employee's protest as he fell on the ground. Trisha grinned up at him as he frantically jacked off his stiff tool with one hand, his face animalistic, his chest heaving with the effort. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, her eyes glittering up at him, ready and waiting. "FUUUCK!!!" A hot stream of cum shot out of his cock, glazing her lips and dribbling onto her tongue and her chin. She reached up and took his cock in her hand, jacking him off, aiming his load across her face. She felt a second stream, even stronger then the first, splattering across her forehead and into her hair. She giggled as more came, a third line of warm, thick cum across her nose. Wow...his load is huge! The manager did his best to aim for her mouth, and managed to shoot a stream right across her extended tongue, but most of it missed, splattering her cheeks and her lips, her chin and her nose. Trisha flinched as a couple of stray drops even flew into her open eyes. Finally, his climax stopped, and the manager stumbled as he stepped backwards, taking in the beautiful sight – a teenage girl on her hands and knees, her shirt bunched around her shoulders, her shorts yanked to her ankles, her face coated and dripping with his cum and her hand still stroking his half-hard dick. Trisha gently wiped off the head of his dick with her fingers, making sure to catch all of the cum, then raised it to her lips and sucked, feeling the hot, tangy liquid across her tongue, savoring the texture of it in her mouth before she swallowed. Like a cat, she cleaned herself off, gently running her hand across her nose, her cheeks and her chin, her forehead, her eyelids. She stopped to lick her hands clean and gulp the gooey stuff down, feeling every bit of his juice sliding down her throat. When she was satisfied, Trisha licked her lips and swallowed one last time, then grinned at the two supermarket employees. The manager had sunk to his knees as well, sitting next to George, panting, still trying to recover. She giggled at their exhaustion. They were probably completely different – one of them a boss, an older, more experienced man, the other just a kid, probably in high school like her. And yet right now, they were the same, sitting and breathing hard, tired out by fucking the same slut. Trisha stood up and looked at herself in the bathroom's greasy mirror. Yes...I'm a slut! She happily admired the sight in the mirror: an eighteen-year-old cheerleader, petite and dainty, barely over five feet, sweaty and flushed, her hair a mess. Her top was still bunched up around her shoulders, and she could see the red marks on her tits where the manager had squeezed too hard. I'm a dirty slut, a slut who fucks two strangers at the same time in a supermarket bathroom... Trisha bent over to tug her panties and her shorts back over her hips and her tender, swollen pussy. She rearranged her bra, tucking the cups over her boobs, and pulled her shirt back down. Then, she reached a hand up to try to comb her long brown hair, and giggled again as she felt stickiness. She must have missed some of the manager's cum that shot into her hair. Just a dirty little slut who likes a good, rough pounding and a nice facial... She licked her fingers clean once more, then finished running her hands through her hair. She stepped carefully over the two panting men, her boots clicking on the title floor, and put a hand on the door knob. A dirty, filthy slut, who fucks two men when they don't even know her name...Trisha's entire body felt like it was on fire with ecstacy. "Thanks for the great fuck." "Y-yeah..." "You're...welcome..." "I would stick around, but my mom is probably waiting for me." The manager looked up in shock. "Your mom???" "Yup. She was shopping in the store but she's probably done by now. I hope she's not worried." Trisha giggled at the manager's jaw dropped. "Bye!" The petite cheerleader cheerfully walked out of the warehouse. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two more store employees, sitting on the sidewalk taking a break. They were eyeing her for sure; a little brunette, cute and sweet enough to be the classic innocent schoolgirl, but dressed like any other slut. Their gaze lingering over her dainty body, her slender legs in her high-heeled boots, her tits thrusting out against the stretched fabric of her T-shirt, and her ass, red and tender, poking out of the bottom of her shorts, wiggling as she walked. She wondered if George's cum was dribbling out of her pussy and leaving a wet spot, or maybe some of the manager's cum was still on her face. She hoped it was. The men on the sidewalk were still watching her. As she walked by, she turned to wink at them, but didn't stop. Sorry boys, she thought as she grinned to herself. Maybe next time.