Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 18

"Great job, everyone! Let's do some stretches real quick and then we'll call it a day."

The cheerleaders quickly lined up in the center of the field, obeying Coach Pennings. One by one, each girl sat down to stretch, carefully arranging their miniskirts on the grass, a long line of high school girls in skimpy cheerleading uniforms. Trisha was next to Mandy, and the blonde grinned at her as they sat together. Trisha knew that it wasn't for anything in particular; Mandy had just been grinning and giggling at Trisha all day. Trisha knew that every moment her friend was thinking about last night, about the wild gang-bang the two cheerleaders had enjoyed together in Dan's apartment, about the crowd of strangers plowing their cocks into each of the petite girls. Mandy had finally discovered how nasty and slutty she was inside, and the two girls had wailed and whimpered together, taking one hard shaft after another, filling their stomachs with countless loads of cum.

It was obvious how much Mandy had enjoyed last night, and how much she was still thinking about it today. But, every time Trisha thought about last night, she didn't feel the same kind of happiness that Mandy did. Every time she thought about it, she could only remember what happened at the end.

By now Trisha had been the guest of honor at several gang-bangs, all courtesy of Dan, and every single time the lifeguard had always waited his turn to fuck her last. He always loved to mount her and spear into her only after she had been thoroughly violated by countless strangers, after her little body was flushed and tender from taking so many hard cocks. And it had become Trisha's favorite part of the night, too; knowing that Dan was waiting until she was completely abused and ravished, that he got off on seeing her become a shameless, filthy whore. She loved the feeling of him roughly having his way with her even as her body trembled in exhaustion from servicing so many men, even as half a dozen loads of cum dried on her face or swished around in her stomach. But last night, Dan didn't fuck Trisha at the end. In fact, he didn't touch her at all. Instead he only wanted to plunge his shaft into Mandy, into Trisha's best friend – the cute, blonde newbie.

I've been sucking and fucking Dan's cock for weeks now…he couldn't get enough of me! He wanted to drill my petite body every single day…he wanted to use me like a nasty slut! Trisha turned to stare at her friend. But…he wanted to fuck Mandy last night, not me! He came in her pussy instead of mine! It's not fair!

Coach Pennings walked by as the two cheerleaders bent their dainty bodies down towards the ground, spreading their slender legs as they stretched. "Nice flexibility, Mandy! Good work!"

Mandy's legs were spread in a perfect splits, and the lithe blonde was bent forward so far that her perky chest was pressed against the ground. Now, she giggled again and flashed yet another grin at Trisha, her big blue eyes happy and mischievous. Mandy was imagining the way each man had stretched her slim legs into the splits and slid his cock between her flexible thighs. Trisha smiled back, but she couldn't hold back a twinge of envy in her stomach. Why…why didn't he fuck me?

At last, practice ended, and the cheerleading squad headed back to the locker room together, chatting, their sneakers squeaking on the wet grass, their miniskirts swishing around their legs in unison as they walked. All around her, Trisha's friends were talking happily about the end of the school year, but the petite brunette couldn't get last night out of her mind. She couldn't deny it; she wanted Dan all for herself. I wish I hadn't brought Mandy last night…I wish he wanted to ravish only my little body, instead of hers! As soon as she got to her locker room, she grabbed her cell phone and texted Dan. She knew it was pitiful and shameless, but she pushed all that aside, and sent her message before she could think twice about it.

Hey Dan! Let's meet up tonight for some fun, okay? See ya, Trisha

"Who are you texting, Trish?" Mandy craned her neck.

"Oh…no one…" Around her, all the other cheerleaders were wriggling out of their uniforms, changing back into normal clothes, but Trisha didn't bother; she was just going to drive home anyways. She tried to act casual as she sat by her locker, telling herself that it was no big deal. But as soon as she heard her cell phone chirp, she grabbed it and hurriedly scanned through the message.

Can't tonight, little girl. Busy. We'll get together tomorrow instead.

The cheerleader's heart sank. Of all the nights for him to be busy…ugh! It was such a turn of events; for the past few weeks Trisha had been terrible ashamed of the way she couldn't resist Dan, of the way she always turned into a nasty slut around him even when she knew she shouldn't be. But tonight she desperately wanted him to violate her like he always did – and he wasn't available!

"What's wrong?" Mandy hadn't changed, either, and the blonde was still grinning, almost slyly.

"Um…it's nothing, Mandy." Trisha stood up and straightened her miniskirt, offering a smile back at her friend. "Hey…want to do something tonight, Mandy? Get some coffee or something?"

"Oh…" Mandy shrugged. "I'm sorry, Trish, but I can't! I gotta get home for dinner…you know, I promised my parents I would."

"Oh." Trisha sighed. Figures… "Well…I guess I'll just go home too then." The brunette slung her gym bag over her shoulder. "Ready, Mandy?"

"Huh?" The blonde looked confused for a second. "Oh…um, sure, I'm ready."

The two cheerleaders headed out of the locker room together, the only girls who hadn't changed from their skimpy, midriff-baring uniforms into regular jeans and T-shirts. Normally the two friends were chatty and giggly, but today as they walked down the long hallway they were both silent, their miniskirts swishing and their sneakers scuffing against the tile floors in rhythm as they walked. Man dy still had a half-shy, half-sneaky smile on her face, while Trisha was lost in thought. Does Dan really prefer Mandy to me…? We've been together so many times. What if…what if he just got tired of me? He corrupted me and violated me enough…now he wants to move onto the next innocent girl…to Mandy!

Trisha turned to steal a glance at her friend. Mandy was barely five feet tall, almost the exact same height as Trisha. But despite their equally petite figures, Trisha had to admit they looked different – she had long, slightly wavy brown hair that dangled down her slim shoulders, while her friend had short blonde hair that bobbed around her dimpled cheeks. Trisha was a little more curvy; her 32C-tits straining against the tight cheerleading blouse, accented by her slim, taut waist; her ass just firm and round enough to poke slightly out against the pleats of her miniskirt. Mandy was much more lithe; her tiny, teenage figure looked even more fragile in the skin-hugging uniform. Is that what Dan prefers…a skinnier girl?

The cheerleaders were almost at the doors to the parking lot when Mandy suddenly stopped. "Oh, sorry Trish!" she said. "I forgot something in the locker room. Don't wait for me, I'll just catch up with you later!" And before Trisha could say anything, the blonde had whirled around and started trotting back down the hallway.

Trisha paused for a moment, watching as Mandy made her way back towards the locker rooms, staring as the pleats of her friend's skirt swished around her slim thighs, not even an inch away from revealing her butt underneath. She watched Mandy's little hips swung slightly to and fro as she walked, her shiny blonde hair just barely tickling her neck as she turned right and disappeared around the corner. Mandy is pretty cute… Trisha admitted to herself, even as her stomach curled slightly. I can see why Dan wants her…

She turned back towards the doors, ready to walk out to her car, when she suddenly stopped. Wait a minute… She whirled back around to stare at the empty hallway. The girls' locker room is to the left…why did Mandy go right? That's the way to the boys' locker room… The brunette stood still at the doorway, biting on her lip. It wasn't a big deal that Mandy had gone the wrong way, but for some reason Trisha couldn't let it go. For some reason, a voice inside of her was telling her to follow her friend, to see what was going on.

I'm sure it's nothing…but maybe…maybe I'll just check… Trisha started back down the hallway as well, still biting on her lip. She suddenly realized that she was feeling a little nervous – but why? She probably just had to go the bathroom or something…no, that doesn't make sense… The petite brunette had started out walking slowly, but now she found herself in a quick trot, speeding up with each step, her miniskirt flopping and bouncing as she hurried. At last, she turned the corner. Mandy was nowhere to be seen, and the door the boys' locker room was shut. Trisha found herself walking towards the door, reaching for the handle. This is silly! There's no reason why Mandy would go into the boys' locker room! But even so, the cheerleader was opening the door and silently creeping in, as if someone might catch her at any moment.

The locker room was empty, but the lights were still on. Trisha had been in here before, and she recognized the rows of locker, the wooden benches and dirt-stained piles of uniforms and pads and helmets strewn across the floor. Silently, she crept her way past each row, peering around each before she passed by it, tip-toeing softly. I don't know why I'm trying to be so quiet…but something about this just doesn't feel right. Row by row, she passed by, seeing and hearing nothing. There were only a few rows left, and Trisha started to relax. Geez…why was I so worked up? There's obviously no one here. And anyway, Mandy's my best friend! She'd never…

But then she heard a scuffling noise, by the back wall. Instantly, Trisha froze mid-step, perking her ears, listening intently. It happened again – a rustling sound, like clothes or cloth rubbing together. Trembling slightly now, the cheerleader snuck forward, carefully keeping her footsteps quiet, even clamping her mouth shut to avoid breathing too loudly. She slid against the last row of lockers, pausing to listen. Now the noise was louder, and she could tell what it was; two people, groping each other.

Then, out of nowhere, Trisha heard a voice let out an eager, desperate squeal:

"Oooh…Dan!"

The cheerleader's heart sank – so far that she felt her knees buckling and her body sliding slightly down against the locker bay. It was Dan, of course it was. And she already knew who he was with…

"Fuck yeah, Mandy…" the lifeguard's growl was low and distinct. "You're a nasty whore, aren't you?"

"Oh…yes!"

No…Mandy… At that moment, Trisha's instinct was to flee – to sprint out of that locker room before she heard anything else. But instead, she found herself leaning slightly forward and turning, gripping the locker bay with her finger, inching her way towards the edge of the lockers, towards a view of what was going on behind them. At last, she couldn't help herself, and she snuck a peek.

Mandy was as slim and slight as any other eighteen-year-old at their school. Her tank top was tight and snug around her slim frame, hugging her teenage tits, stopping a couple inches above her waist and showing off the tapered slope of her hips. Her cheerleading miniskirt reached only to the tops of her slender, smooth thighs. The blonde was leaning into Dan, arching her head backwards as he leaned down to kiss her, and she raised herself on her tippy-toes to reach him. Mandy's dainty, bare legs looked gorgeous now, barely covered by her short skirt, straining in her sneakers as she stretched up towards the lifeguard who was over a foot taller than her. Now, Dan's hand slid slowly up the little cheerleader's thigh, sneaking under the hem of her miniskirt, raising the pleats up over her ass as his fingers gently squeezed.

"Ahh!" Mandy whimpered as she felt him grab her ass, and Trisha could see that the blonde's petite body was shuddering with lust, eagerly relishing Dan's harsh strength as he groped her. At the same moment, Dan stepped forward, pushing Mandy backwards. The dainty cheerleader was still on her tip-toes, and she lost her balance and yelped again as Dan pushed her back, into the wall of the locker room, and her blue eyes widened in surprise as the lifeguard pressed her against the cold surface.

Trisha's friend looked nothing like the Mandy she knew. The little blonde's face was slack and wild with lust, her eyes wide and thirsty. It was only a few weeks ago that Mandy had discovered sex – it seemed impossible to Trisha to find her friend like this now, whimpering and ready for Dan in the boys' locker room.

Dan's hand slid slowly down Mandy's slim frame, his fingers making her shudder and whimper with desire, her body begging for more. Gently, the lifeguard ran his hand down the lithe blonde's teenage chest and her dainty waist, across her taut, slim stomach, revealed by her short cheerleader's blouse. Mandy gasped softly at the feeling of his fingers on her bare skin, and Dan smirked as he watched her press against the wall, leaning against it for support as she quivered in lust. His fingers continued past the top of Mandy's cheerleading miniskirt, trailing down the short pleats. Then, it slipped under the hem, raising the front of her little skirt just barely high enough that Trisha caught a glimpse of Mandy's underwear; a thong, bright red and lacy. A thong??? Sweet little Mandy…wearing a thong? I can't believe it!

"Ohhh…Dan…" Mandy whispered, her thighs trembling as he gently slid his hand further in between them. Even from across the room, Trisha could see that her friend was sopping wet, her juices glistening through her thong, with a trail starting to dribble down the inside of one leg.

The lifeguard grinned as he stared down at the quivering blonde, his fingers sliding further up her little thighs. He watched as Mandy leaned against the wall, arching her back, eager and excited with lust, driven wild and out of her mind by his teasing hand. Now the lifeguard gently fingered the blonde cheerleader's thong, pushing the skimpy material aside, and across the room Trisha caught a glance of Mandy's pink pussy, swollen and dripping, peeking out under the scrunched-up pleats of her friend's miniskirt. Her cunt was now out in the open, and Mandy's eyes widened eagerly and she shuddered again with lust. Dan's fingers grazed just slightly over the petite blonde's cunt, prompting a soft whimper from the cheerleader. In response, she began to spread her slim legs, her sneakers squeaking on the locker room tiles as she scooted her feet wider and wider, arching herself on her tip-toes, straining against Dan's hand.

"Oooh…please…" Mandy whimpered, her voice eager and begging, her body tense and desperate as Dan's hand slid over her aching twat. Trisha suddenly felt a slight twinge in her own body; the petite brunette's pussy was starting to grow wet just by watching Dan and Mandy. He's such a great teaser…he's turning me on just by teasing Mandy! It's not fair!

Now, Dan gently slid one finger between Mandy's pussy lips, making the blonde whimper and shudder, her slim legs spread wide. The blonde cheerleader reached down and hurriedly yanked up her pleated skirt, revealing her slim, dainty hips, giving the lifeguard easier access to her twat.

"Ohh…yess…yes, Dan…" She was arched and straining, desperately pressing against Dan's finger. Her pussy was dripping wet, coating his finger in her juices, dibbling down his palm and her own slim thighs. He was still only teasing her, skimming back and forth between her pussy lips, making the little blonde beg, her entire body aching for more.

Now, Trisha felt her own hand sliding down towards her hips, across her slim stomach, sneaking towards the hem of her cheerleading miniskirt. She knew she shouldn't be spying on them, that it was wrong. And she was jealous too – she could finally admit that she was boiling with envy that Dan had spurned her to be with Mandy, that the blonde had lied about it too. But still, Trisha couldn't tear herself away. She was hypnotized by the sight of her best friend, whimpering and quivering with lust, teased to the edge by the lifeguard.

With a wide grin, the lifeguard gently, teasingly slid his finger up against Mandy's pussy, and then, slowly, he inserted it into the little blonde's canal, making sure to let her savor every inch in her twat. The blonde's eyes widened and she let out a yelp of pleasure, feeling him slide into her aching twat.

"Ohhh!" Mandy yelped, and in response the little blonde raised one leg off the ground, bringing her knee to her chest, leaving her foot dangling in the air. Now her hips were spread for Dan, one slim thigh tense and straining as she raised herself on her tip-toes, the other one pressed against her body as she eagerly offered her cunt to him. With one hand she hugged her knee to her chest, eagerly spreading herself as wide as she could; the other one she wrapped around Dan's wrist, holding onto him for balance as she wobbled on her toes.

The lifeguard smirked as he stared down at Mandy, her eyes closed, her dimpled cheeks flushed with desire, straining on her one foot. Slowly he began to finger-fuck her, watching as the dainty blonde eagerly pumped against his finger, her pussy sopping and swollen, relishing each time his finger slid into her soft canal.

"More…more, Dan…" Mandy whimpered softly, her voice shy but her lust too strong to keep inside.

Now a glint of evil was in Dan's eyes. "More what, Mandy?"

"Ohh…ohh…" she moaned. Her entire body looked to be aching with desperation; her hips eagerly grinding into his hand, begging softly, wanting something bigger, her one leg raised to her chest to offer herself to him. "Please…ooh…more…"

"More…?" Dan repeated. He had one hand around the little blonde's waist as she held onto him for balance, leaning against the wall. The other slid firmly back and forth against her tender flesh, his knuckles running into her soaked mound and making her quiver with desire. "Tell me what you want, Mandy. More inside of you?"

"Y-yesss!" Mandy groaned quickly, and the young cheerleader closed her eyes and nodded eagerly in response, her short blonde hair bobbing around her flushed cheeks as she continued to rock into Dan's hand.

The lifeguard smirked, and now he gently inserted a second finger into the petite girl's twat, pumping her soft mound. Instantly, Mandy shuddered and let out a yelp, her body eagerly bucking against his hand by instinct. Trisha could see her hand tightening around his wrist, her eyes tightly shut and her cheeks twitching in pleasure.

"You look so fucking fine, Mandy…" Dan whispered. He was staring down at the cheerleader, her dainty chest heaving as she whimpered in pleasure, breathing so hard that Trisha could see her friend's skimpy cheerleading blouse sliding up and down on her slim frame. Her miniskirt dangled around her slim hips, barely reaching the bottom of her tight butt, her slender legs rigid and straining. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

"Yesss!" Mandy repeated, again nodding, her little hips grinding in a circle as he finger-fucked her.

"You're a nasty slut, isn't that right, Mandy?" Dan taunted. Trisha could see a massive bulge straining out of his jeans now, and the petite brunette felt a shudder of lust run through her own body as she peeked around the wall. He's really getting off on this! The brunette's hand was now buried in her own miniskirt – she couldn't take her eyes of the lifeguard's bulge.

"Ohhh…" Mandy whimpered, her eyes still tightly shut, her body pressed against the wall. The pleats of her miniskirt were now flopping back and forth against her butt, she was rocking so eagerly into Dan's hand, desperately wanting more, her body flushed with lust.

"Tell me, Mandy," the lifeguard went on. "Tell me you're a nasty slut!"

"Oh…ooh…I…" Mandy's voice was soft and strained; the little blonde struggling to say the words, shyly whimpering softly even as her body burst out with desperate desire, her hips bouncing in a steady rhythm on Dan's fingers.

"Tell me now," Dan reapted, his voice harsh and commanding. "What are you, Mandy?"

"I…" Mandy stuttered out, still struggling. "I-I'm….I'm a nasty slut! Ohhh…"

"Again." Dan was ordering Mandy around like a child, his tone firm and uncompromising.

"I'm a n-nasty slut!" Mandy repeated softly. Her entire body was now sliding up and down slightly against the wall, bobbing on her toes, propelling her quivering hips against Dan's soaked fingers, deep in her pussy.

"Louder!" Dan shouted, his eyes fixed on Mandy's flushed cheeks and her closed eyes, watching as the dainty cheerleader panted and bucked against his fingers.

The blonde's slim chest heaved up and down as she breathed, her mouth wide open. Trisha watched as her friend stretched herself against the wall, arching her back as she pushed out her hips, her legs straining under her short miniskirt. Even on her tip-toes, Mandy was barely as tall as Dan's shoulder, and now the petite cheerleader swung her head up and desperately shouted out: "I'm a nasty slut!!"

Her voice echoed through the locker room, high and eager and desperate. Dan chuckled as he stared down at the eighteen-year-old. He leaned forward slightly, close enough to feel her soft pants and whimpers. "And what does a nasty slut want, Mandy?"

"I…oh…oh my gosh…I…"

"Yes? What do you want, you dirty whore?" To emphasize his question, the lifeguard shoved his fingers up and deep, plunging them into Mandy's soft twat, and the blonde's eyes burst open as she bucked wildly against him.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, twitching in pleasure, relishing the feeling of his fingers stuffed to the knuckle inside of her. Her cheeks were flushed as she threw her shoulders back, her slim chest heaving as she panted in lust.

"I…I want….y-you…." Mandy whimpered out, her body shuddering with desire. The little blonde was wild with lust, but she still couldn't seem to get the words out. Trisha watched, still peeking around the corner. She can't bring herself to say it.

"What part of me do you want, Mandy? Be more specific, little slut," Dan replied, his voice taunting, his fingers still sliding deep into the blonde's quivering body. Both of Mandy's legs were shaking, straining with the effort of sliding up and down against the wall, and spreading her legs for him.

"Oh…ooh…I-I…"

"Tell me now, you nasty bitch. Tell me!" The lifeguard's command rang out in the locker room, and now he suddenly slid his fingers out of Mandy's pussy altogether, lowering his hand. His fingers were soaked with her juices, and the blonde's eyes widened as she gasped out loud.

"Noo…" she whispered, and Trisha watched as Mandy desperately wrapped one hand around Dan's wrist, trying helplessly to tug his hand back between her hips, to shove his fingers back in her sopping cunt. But of course, the petite cheerleader couldn't even budge his arm; her tiny fingers barely fit around his wrist. The lifeguard laughed as he stared down at the fidgeting, squirming blonde, pressed against the wall, her big blue eyes pleading up at him in desperate lust.

"Tell me," he repeated one more time. "What do you want?"

Mandy opened her mouth, and her dimpled cheeks began to move, but no words came out. For a long second, she stared up at Dan in silence, still squirming in lust, her hand still wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers back towards her twat to no avail. The shy blonde still couldn't answer him, but at last Trisha barely caught a soft whisper drift out of her friend's heaving chest.

"What was that?" Dan said, grinning as he pretended to lean down. "I can't hear you."

"Y-your…c-cock…" Mandy finally stammered out, her face a mix of shame and desperate lust. "Please…I w-want your…your cock…"

Dan stood up then, his face triumphant, staring down at the pleading blonde. His expression was darkening now, his eyes turning hungry. Trisha had been ravished by the lifeguard enough times to know exactly what that expression meant, and the brunette felt lust pulsing in her own body just at the sight of it. She felt her hand slide deeper between her thighs, drawn to her own aching twat.

Dan was staring down at Mandy, not even tall enough to reach his shoulder, straining on her tip-toes with one leg pressed to her chest, stretching open her pleated skirt and showing off her dripping twat. Her soft, sweet face was blazing up at him as she begged for his cock, and he was ready to give it to her.

"Unzip me," he commanded, his voice much deeper now.

The blonde hurried to obey, both hands lunging for his fly, her big blue eyes staring hungrily as she yanked down his fly, tearing Dan's jeans down his legs. In a matter of seconds the lifeguard's pants were around his ankles, and his hard cock was out in the open, rock-hard and throbbing, at full attention. Trisha felt her knees wobble and her pussy grow wet as she caught the sight of Dan's thick, hard rod. It was only a few feet away from her, and it took almost all her willpower to keep herself from leaping out from behind the wall and pouncing on his shaft herself. Ohh…he's such a great fuck…it's not fair!

Mandy was staring at Dan's rod too, her mouth slightly parted as she feasted on the sight of it, looking so eager that Trisha half-expected her to be drooling. The dainty blonde's legs were still stretched in the air, and now the lifeguard took a step closer, pinning the little cheerleader against the wall. He reached up and wrapped one hand around the leg Mandy had pressed up to her chest, closing around her ankle. Trisha watched in shock as Dan now straightened Mandy's leg, her knee still pressed to her chest and her foot now dangling next to her face. The cheerleader was so flexible that her dainty legs were now almost forming a vertical line – one straining on her toes, the other one rigid and stretched up in the air, held up by Dan as he slid forward.

Mandy gasped as she felt him yank her leg upwards, her mouth open, squirming slightly as he spread her open. But her eyes stayed fixed on his cock, and now the blonde was almost panting as she stared at it, so hypnotized by the sight of it that she submitted to him pushing her leg up like a rag doll. The lifeguard grinned as he looked down at Mandy, standing and pressed against the wall, still in her cheerleading uniform, her pussy sopping wet and ready for him. The dainty blonde's leg was stretched so high that her shoelaces were dangling above her face, but the lifeguard was much taller, and his shoulder was level with Mandy's foot. Now he scooted forward, positioning himself so that his shoulder pushed up against her ankle, pinning it, forcing her to keep her leg straight and stretched upwards in the air. At the same time he gently bent his knees, lowering his hips to a level that he could slowly aim his cock between Mandy's spread, trembling hips.

Suddenly, Mandy's high-pitched voice burst out, breaking the silence. "Please, Dan!" she yelped out. She couldn't take it anymore. "Oh gosh…oh please!!"

Dan let out a fierce growl, and the lifeguard bucked forwards, sending his cock powering up into Mandy's twat. The blonde's entire face exploded, her mouth popping open with a gasp as she felt him pierce into her, stretching her teenage canal with his thick shaft.

"Ahhh!!" the cheerleader cried out, and her spread legs twitched as she bucked back against him, pushing against the wall, engulfing his shaft with her twat. She wrapped both hands around his waist, her fingernails digging into his skin, pulling him deeper into her shuddering cunt. At the same time the blonde leaned her head back, resting it against the wall, her mouth wide open as she gasped out in lust.

"Uhh!" Dan grunted too, his face dark and hungry, his cock throbbing as it sank into Mandy's pussy. He was bent slightly to bring his hips to the level of the petite cheerleader's twat, and now he pumped forward and up, driving hard between the young blonde's thighs, groaning as he felt her tight, tender cunt wrap around his shaft as he stretched her. He stared down at the whimpering blonde as he rammed her, watching her big blue eyes widen with pleasure, watching her pant and gasp as she trembled. Her raised foot was bouncing next to her cheek, swaying back and forth with each thrust by Dan, her leg rocking and her pleated miniskirt flopping as the motion stretched her hips wide. Balanced precariously on one foot, Mandy wrapped both arms tight around Dan's waist, holding desperately onto him for balance as he pounded into her, wobbling back and forth, pinned between his flushed, powerful body and the cold cement wall as she whimpered and quivered.

Trisha's jaw was wide open, lost in a daze as she watched her friend get ravished. Dan was roughly violating her, slamming her against the wall, forcing her to stand on her tippy-toes and stretch one foot as high as her head as she took his cock, each hard thrust not only stretching the cheerleader's tight cunt but also her slender legs. Mandy looked even more dainty and little next to Dan, her bobbing blonde hair only at the level of his shoulder, her tiny hips wriggling and rocking as she took his massive shaft. But the teenager was wailing and crying out in frenzied pleasure, her shy caution thrown to the wind, lost to the feeling of being stuffed and pumped by the lifeguard.

"Ohh! Ooh! Yes, Dan, yes! Ohhh YES!"

Trisha shuddered as she listened to Mandy's wild squeals, and the brunette realized her fingers had now found their way under her panties as well, trailing downwards. Her body was throbbing with desire, and her pussy was aching for attention. She couldn't help it; she wanted to be fucked by Dan herself, and now watching Mandy receive her harsh treatment was making her quiver with envious lust. Gently, biting down on her lip to stay quiet, she pushed her fingers deeper into her panties, and jolted in pleasure as they finally reached her tender, wet mound.

"Uh…yeah, Mandy…uh!...you dirty whore!" Dan was growling back, his breathing harsh and fast as he bucked into the dainty blonde. His hands clamped down on her ass, holding her steady as he ravished her, burying his cock to the hilt in her soft pussy. He was powering up into her so hard that Mandy was now bouncing slightly on her tip-toes, the power of his thrusts strong enough to send her up into the air. With another hard groan, the lifeguard slammed extra-hard into the young cheerleader, and she gasped and cried out loud; Dan was fucking her so hard that for a moment, she felt her foot leave the ground as his hips lifted her upwards.

"Ahhh!" Mandy yelped as Dan filled her, her slim arms still wrapped tight around his waist, her legs still in the vertical splits as she took his shaft, half-bouncing and half-hopping on her one foot as Dan ferociously bucked into her twat. The cheerleader's face was so flushed and sweaty that her short blonde hair was sticking to her dimpled cheeks, framing her wild, eager blue eyes as she rocked and wriggled against the lifeguard's thick cock.

Trisha felt her lust growing as she watched, and she dug her fingers further into her own soft pussy, trembling to contain the pleasure that flashed throughout her body. Her hand was buried to the wrist now beneath her cheerleading skirt as she peeked around the locker bay, fixated on the sight of Dan ravishing her friend. Gently she kneaded into her cunt, trying to sate her carnal desire, shuddering as she worked to keep in her own whimpers of pleasure. Oh my god…he's working her little body so hard! He's violating her, he's punishing her! Mandy won't be able to walk in the morning!

"Ahhh!!! YESSS!!" Mandy burst out with a wild scream, her body flailing against the wall as she took Dan's shaft. The lifeguard's hips were a blur, they were moving so fast, slamming the blonde's twat. Her shoelaces were whipping across her ankle as her legs twitched and trembled, inches from her flushed cheek, stretched so high that one foot reached above her head while the other was barely touching the ground. Trisha watched now as her friend's eyes suddenly clamped shut, her face twitching, her body shuddering and rocking against Dan's. The blonde seemed to have collapsed against the lifeguard's massive frame, sagging now in response to his ferocious assault on her pussy. Suddenly, Trisha realized that Mandy was already cumming; she had just orgasmed on Dan's cock as it drove deep and hard into the blonde's cunt.

It's not fair! Trisha felt her fingers push harder against her own eager twat, desperately lusting for the climax she saw on her friend's face. The perky brunette's entire body was trembling in desire now, even as she carefully hid herself behind the lockers, her knees growing weak, her arm stiff as she drove her hand deep into her panties, rubbing frantically at her dripping pussy.

It should be me, cumming on Dan's cock…it should be his hard shaft inside of me instead of just my fingers! Ohhh God! Trisha's pleasure was filling up her entire chest, threatening to burst out of her quivering frame. Her lips were clamped shut, shaking with the effort of keeping in her desperate moans of pleasure, of staying silent even while she wanted to cry out loud in desire. But she couldn't keep her eyes of the sight of Mandy, her legs split in the air, her dainty frame pinned against a cold wall, still in her skimpy cheerleading uniform as Dan roughly pounded her, as he thrust his cock up into her so hard that he was nearly lifting her tight body off the ground. Ohhh! Trisha's lust suddenly surged forth, and before she knew it her lips had popped open and a moan had escaped.

"Oh…ohhh!"

In the next instant, Trisha gasped and clamped her mouth shut, her eyes wide in horror at what she had just done. Dan and Mandy both froze, and the dainty blonde opened her eyes. "What was that???" she asked in a terrified whisper.

Quickly Trisha slipped back behind the corner, leaning against the wall out of their sight, still horrified by her slip. But she couldn't help it – her body was fierce and hot with lust, her pussy crying out for attention, for the same treatment that Dan was roughly giving to Mandy. Her hand was still buried under her cheerleading skirt, tweaking her tender mound.

"Forget it," Dan responded, his breathing harsh, and a second later Trisha heard Mandy's high-pitched yelps again; the lifeguard had resumed pounding into the blonde's twat. Ohh…it's not FAIR!!

Trisha rushed out of the locker room, as quiet as she could be, her heart thumping in her chest, drowning out all other sounds. As soon as she was safely away from the locker room, the petite cheerleader broke into a sprint.

***

Trisha raced out of the gym and into the parking lot, her sneakers pounding on the pavement, her long brown hair flopping across her dainty shoulders. Her miniskirt flopped up against her butt as she sprinted, the pleats showing off her own thong as they bounced. The petite brunette's perky chest bounced and strained against her cheerleading blouse. All Trisha wanted was to get in her car and get home.

She spotted her car in the parking lot and quickly jumped in, throwing her backpack into the back, slamming the door shut, panting and huffing. For a long minute she just stared angrily out into the empty parking lot, her face growing hot with anger and envy, unable to think about anything but the image of Dan, shoving Mandy against the wall, stretching one leg over the blonde's head, plunging his cock so hard into the dainty girl that he almost raised her off the ground, that she came almost instantly on his shaft.

Mandy…I…I can't believe she did that! She lied to me! They both did! I'm the only reason Dan and Mandy even met…and now they're going behind my back! They betrayed me! Trisha's entire body was hot now with anger, and she suddenly had to open her window, gulping in fresh air, desperately trying to push out her jealous thoughts.

And still, even as the cheerleader fumed and seethed in her car, her little body was flushed with lust and desire. Trisha couldn't deny it any longer; she was jealous of Mandy. She had trembled with envy as she watched her friend take Dan's massive, thick shaft in her cunt, burning with desire as she saw Dan take pleasure in violating the sweet little blonde. The lifeguard had been so rough with her, pressing Mandy against the wall, forcing the dainty cheerleader to stretch and strain on her tip-toes as he pumped her cunt. Now Trisha's own pussy was aching and swollen with lust. The petite brunette had stared at Dan's hard, stiff cock for so long that her twat felt incredibly empty – she needed to be filled.

They both lied to me…both of them! They just wanted to fuck in the locker room by themselves. Mandy finally discovered how much she loved being a slut…and Dan decided he liked violating her more than me.

Trisha squirmed with anger. Ohh…and he really was violating her! She could still see so clearly the way his hips drove up and into Mandy's tight body, powering his cock into her twat so hard that it sent the dainty blonde slamming against the wall. Every time she pictured it, Trisha's insides boiled with envy, but she couldn't help it; the perky brunette was desperately horny, and Dan's hard cock was all that she could think about. He was pumping Mandy hard, filling her little cunt up with his meat…he was ravishing her!

Still breathing hard, Trisha felt both hands sneaking down her petite body, running over her curvy chest, past her skimpy cheerleading blouse and across her uncovered, smooth stomach. One hand tightened around the pleats of her miniskirt, gently raising them up, scrunching them over her hips, and the other one slid further down, between her hips, eagerly moving towards her wet, soft pussy. It's not fair…oh God…his cock inside of me would feel so good right now…stuffing me…stretching me…plunging into me!

She couldn't wait anymore. Trisha let out a soft gasp as her fingers found her aching cunt, and she spread her pussy lips and gently slipped one finger in, her hips gently shuddering as she did it. It felt so good inside of her – something hard and stiff in her tender twat…but it wasn't enough. It's nothing compared to what Mandy was taking…Dan wasn't holding back! The cheerleader was too impatient, and in the next second she had added a second finger, desperately giving in to her pussy's demands, trying to fill up her achingly empty canal. And he wouldn't hold back with me either…he would pump and pound and violate me! He'd take my little cunt and work it hard!

The cheerleader's window was still wide open as she fingered herself. Anybody walking through the parking lot had a full view of Trisha as she masturbated; a petite brunette, barely five feet tall. But she didn't even care. All she could think about was Dan's hard shaft, ravishing her hard, slamming and pumping her little body. Trisha slunk further down in the car seat now, scooting her hips outward as she raised both of her slim legs in the air. She carefully planted each sneaker on the steering wheel, steadying her legs as she spread them, giving her better access to her soaking, aching pussy. Her two fingers were sliding in and out of her twat with quick, hard motions, plunging between the soft lips to the knuckles, sending jolts and shivers of lust up the cheerleader's spine. With her hips up and out, she could now pump down into her cunt with new force, and now Trisha let out a soft yelp of pleasure as she drove her fingers deep in her twat, pressing hard against the steering wheel with both feet, her shoelaces dangling around her ankles.

He could fuck me just like this…right in my car, with me pressed into the seat as he slammed his cock into me…he'd roughly hold me down and punish me… Trisha's mind whirled with eager lust as she imagined the scene, each thought sending her fingers skimming back into her twat. He'd force my legs open, he'd make me spread myself for him! Even if I begged him to stop he wouldn't even listen!

"Oh…oh…" The cheerleader had slunk so far down in the car seat that her hips were now hanging halfway off the end, the pleats of her miniskirt dangling over the edge, flopping back and forth as she eagerly rocked against her hand, savoring the feeling of her fingers in her swollen, tender cunt. And when he's finished with me, he'd pull out and shove his cock in my mouth, without even asking!

"Yes….yes!" Trisha's whimpers were a little louder now, drifting out of the open car window and across the parking lot. The petite brunette's eyes were still closed as she gave in to her lust, her pussy sopping wet with lust, her perky chest heaving as she panted, lost in her desires. Unconsciously, the cheerleader parted her plump lips now, slightly extending her tongue, imagining the feeling of the lifeguard's shaft spearing into her mouth. Ohhh…the taste of his cum in my mouth…his cock spurting between my lips...depositing his load for me to gulp down! A rush of lust wracked her petite figure as she whimpered and squirmed, pumping her own cunt again and again with her fingers, bucking hard against the seat and the steering wheel as she strained against her hand. She added a third finger, feeling it stretch her even more, stuffing it inside of her along with her other two.

"Ahhh!" Trisha wailed out loud, and the cheerleader thrashed extra hard against the seat. She twisted her little body back and forth, her lust bursting out of her body, so hard that each foot slipped off its perch on the steering wheel. Now the cheerleader was straddling the wheel, her sneakers planted on the dashboard on either side, spreading her slim legs to plunge her fingers deeper into her twat.

But just then, the petite brunette heard a noise in the parking lot. Her fingers were still buried in her twat, but Trisha turned to look, and gasped. There was one distant figure in the empty lot, far enough away that the cheerleader couldn't quite make out who it was. All she could see was that they were dressed entirely in grey, and seemed to be walking slowly towards her, as if in a daze. It looked like a man, tall and black, slowly coming into focus as Trisha squinted.

Oh! Suddenly, the cheerleader recognized him. It was Mr. Jackson, the school janitor, still dressed in his dark gray jumpsuit, his nametag sewn onto his chest. Trisha hadn't recognized him because she had never really bothered to look at him before; he was always passing by students in the halls, steering clear of the loud, chatty kids, or mopping in the back of a classroom when they came in, quietly going about his business. This was the first time she had really seen him, tall and skinny, middle-aged and slightly balding, his hair starting to turn grey. He was still shuffling towards her slowly, and now the cheerleader could see that his eyes and mouth were wide open.

Mr. Jackson was gaping at the sight of her. The perky cheerleader was stretched out in her car seat with the window completely down, still in her skimpy uniform, moaning out loud into the parking lot. Mr. Jackson was now only a few yards away from Trisha's car door, and he finally stopped.

Trisha felt so brazen and shameless, fingering herself right outside of school, not even able to wait until she got home, until she changed out of her cheerleading uniform. And now Mr. Jackson, the quiet old janitor, had caught her. He was standing next to her car, staring right at her. Trisha knew what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to stop now, to quickly compose herself and apologize for creating such a graphic scene in public, like a good girl. Or she was supposed to hang her head in humiliation and roll up her window, quickly driving away without another word. Or maybe she was even supposed to turn the tables and yell at him, telling him he was a pervert for watching her instead of just turning the other way.

But Trisha didn't do any of those things. Instead, as the cheerleader stared right at Mr. Jackson's face, she felt her fingers suddenly begin to slide back and forth in her twat, again plunging into her sopping mound. Involuntarily, the brunette's eyes widened and she let out a gasp, her body tensing in surprise at the feeling of pleasure rushing through her slim, hoisted legs.

Wh…what am I doing?? I'm…still horny?? Trisha looked down between her legs now, at her soaked fingers still gently pumping her cunt. She could see the pleats of her cheerleading miniskirt flipped up over her waist, her slim hips dangling halfway off the carseat. Her pussy lips were red and tender, swelling and stretching slightly each time her three fingers slid into her, accommodating them. Her juices were glistening on her knuckles and her palm, dripping down her cunt, staining the cushion below her. As she watched, she felt her hips gently pumping up against her hand, of their own accord, eagerly accepting the pleasure of fucking her own twat. God…how slutty of me! I'm still dripping wet…Mr. Jackson caught me masturbating and all I do is stuff my fingers back into my pussy!

And Trisha couldn't deny the lust that was still coursing through her body, still making her rock slightly against her hand as she felt the pulses of pleasure radiate from her squirming hips across her petite frame. She had been forced to watch Mandy and Dan fuck in the boys' locker room, frustrated and envious, and now her body refused to stop – she was wild with lust and she wouldn't let go until she got her release. Part of Trisha knew that she shouldn't be doing this; the same part that told her she shouldn't peek at Mandy and Dan even after she knew what they were doing. But something else was spurring her on; something else inside of her was driving her fingers back into her pussy, over and over, filling the cheerleader's squirming body with hot lust. Some other part of her wanted more, and was filling her head with eager, naughty thoughts.

Trisha looked up then, back at Mr. Jackson. It hadn't seemed possible before that his mouth could get any wider, but now it was, forming a perfect O as he stared at the little girl in front of him. Standing awkwardly in the parking lot, he looked so out of place; a mild-mannered man in the middle of a pornographic scene. Trisha instantly recognized the look in his eyes – shock starting to turn into lust, his mind still too amazed to even register that his body was responding to the sight of the young, whimpering cheerleader. He'd fuck me in a heartbeat… Trisha thought. I'm sitting in my car, alone, desperately masturbating to the thought of Dan…and here's another hard cock, right in front of me!

Now her eyes drifted downwards, taking in the janitor's tall, lanky body, slightly slouched, dressed in his loose ,baggy uniform. The form of his body was barely visible in the baggy material…until Trisha's eyes reached his hips. The cheerleader saw an unmistakable bulge rising up, pushing out against the slack cloth, big enough to protrude out from the rest of his uniform. He's turned on…he can't resist the nasty cheerleader masturbating right in front of him. Trisha feasted on the sight of his growing hard-on, watching the material tent outwards. If she peered close enough, she thought she could even see it throbbing, the material sliding back and forth slightly in rhythmic pulses. Now, the petite brunette imagined what was hiding under it; she imagined the hard, thick shaft that was hot just at the sight of her, the blood pulsing in his meat. He was still too amazed to even react, but his natural instinct was taking over his body, and his cock was ready to ravish the young girl in front of him.

Trisha's body was flooded with carnal desire, flushed and desperate and eager. Her mind was still fresh with the memory of Dan and Mandy, but now another thought was coming to her. I don't need Dan to be made into a slut…I can be nasty and dirty with anyone, can't I? Even Mr. Jackson, the quiet old janitor. Trisha found herself staring at him, her eyes widening with interest. Even now, he couldn't find anything to say. He'd be the last person anyone would expect to be with one of the high school students…I mean, half of us probably don't even know who he is. She grinned to herself. He'd never get any action…unless it was with the sluttiest, nastiest girl in school…

And suddenly, without even thinking, Trisha felt herself raise one arm out the window and beckon him forward with one finger, without saying a word. She was still panting and squirming on her seat, but her eyes were focused on his. Before she even realized what she was doing, the janitor had obeyed, walking straight towards her, almost as if her beckoning finger was pulling him on a string.

I can be a whore with anyone I want! Trisha thought defiantly, her grin still spread across her face. I bet Mr. Jackson has a wife and kids…I bet he's such a good, faithful husband! She glanced at his fingers now – sure enough, there was a gold band around his ring finger. I bet he's never even fantasized about another woman besides his wife…let alone an eighteen-year-old cheerleader!

The cheerleader reached out the car window, resting her elbow on her door, and with trembling fingers she gently began to carress his hard-on through the uniform. Mr. Jackson let out a gasp, and his body jolted upwards as if he had just been electrocuted. I bet he's such an upstanding man…he'd never think of fooling around with a high school student. Not until now!

Trisha craned her neck upwards to stare at him, towering over her as he stood next to her car. Mr. Jackson was bending slightly, so that he was low enough to peer into her window. He couldn't stop staring down at the petite cheerleader, her legs still thrown up over her dashboard, her miniskirt still hitched up over her waist as she continued to drive her fingers into her sopping, swollen cunt.

"Ohhh…" Trisha wailed out then, watching him watch her as she pumped her pussy with three fingers. The two of them still hadn't said a word to each other, and now the janitor was still silent as she slowly began to unzip his fly, never for a second taking his eyes off the petite girl in front of him, watching her rock back and forth on her seat, in rhythm with her finger-fucking. Trisha's big brown eyes fixated on the slit in his pants, and they widened slightly as slowly, gently, Mr. Jackson pulled his cock out, a fat, long rod that was pulsing in the warm afternoon air. His face was still slack with shock, and Trisha wondered if he even realized what he was doing as he wrapped one hand around the long shaft and began to stroke himself.

For a moment the two of them stayed frozen in their positions; the old janitor, standing outside Trisha's car, jacking off while he stared down at her soft, dripping twat; and the petite cheerleader sprawled in her cat seat, pumping her fingers into her cunt while she feasted on the sight of Mr. Jackson's meat. Her body was radiating with lust as she stared at his rod, rocking up and down in his hand as he masturbated. He's jerking himself off to the sight of me…he's enjoying the show so much he wants to cum!

The cheerleader squirmed and bucked hard in her seat, her legs shuddering as she plunged her fingers extra deep in her pussy, burying them hard and fast, and she yelped softly as the feeling of being filled, trembling with carnal pleasure. She couldn't keep her eyes off Mr. Jackson's cock.

"Ooh…ah!" Trisha whimpered. Now, her eyes moved up to the janitor's face, and she saw that his eyes had turned lustful and hungry. He wasn't just staring at Trisha now; his eyes were fixed right on the cheerleader's tender twat, watching her fingers disappear into the soft folds, watching her pussy lips gently stretch to take them. Ohh…he's the quiet, good-natured janitor…but even he can't resist me! I'm a nasty slut, and I've got him transfixed! I could make him cum! I could even do it right now…in the parking lot…in broad daylight…

Trisha sat up straight, keeping her legs spread across the dashboard but leaning forward. Before Mr. Jackson could even react, the cheerleader was eagerly poking her head out the window, opening her lips, straining towards his thick cock. Trisha's body was pulsing with a hungry lust, wild and shameless, and suddenly the only thing the young brunette could think about was gulping down the janitor's cock as fast as she could. In the next second she had slid the tip of Mr. Jackson's meat into her warm, soft mouth, closing her lips around his hot shaft.

The janitor's entire body spasmed in shock, his limbs tensing and his eyes widening. Frozen in amazement, he could only stare down as he watched Trisha thrust herself even further forward, gulping more of his meat into her eager lips. The cheerleader let out a soft, satisfied moan as she felt his hot shaft between her lips, and at the same moment she slid her fingers deep into her cunt, filling both her mouth and her pussy at the same time. Her entire body was flushed and warm now, as if she had been waiting the entire afternoon to slurp down Mr. Jackson's meat. Gently she slid her tongue out, lapping at the underside of his shaft as she began to suck him, bobbing his meat in and out of her plump lips.

"Ohhhh…"

Mr. Jackson let out a deep, low groan at the feeling of Trisha's mouth on his cock. It was the first sound he had made, and Trisha answered with an eager moan of her own, delighted to finally hear his pleasure. She responded by swallowing him even deeper in her mouth, leaning as far as she could out the window, pressing herself against the car door as she hungrily stretched forward to slurp him down.

"Uhh…" Again Mr. Jackson groaned, and involuntarily he shuddered forward, sliding his meat deeper into Trisha's mouth, filling the little cheerleader completely with his thick rod, stuffing her cheeks as she slurped and moaned. Trisha stretched her mouth as wide as she could, eagerly accepting him as he shoved forward, powering his cock between her puckered cheeks, gliding across her soft tongue. She sucked thirstily on his shaft, straining as she leaned out the window, coating him with a thick sheet of her warm slobber. At the same time she reached up and wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, steadying him, making it easier to glide him into her lips.

Even as she pumped him into her mouth, Trisha was still half-slouched in her seat, with her legs spread over the dashboard, her sneakers clearly visible in the windshield. Now, as the cheerleader relished the feeling of a hard, hot cock piercing between her lips, a furious burst of lust sent her fingers driving back into her pussy.

"Mmmm!" Trisha let out a muffled groan as pleasure seared through her, loving the feeling of stuffing both her pussy and her mouth at the same time. Each thrust of Mr. Jackson's cock made Trisha shudder with naughty pleasure, made her dig her fingers hard and fast into her tender twat. And each finger-fuck made her whimper out loud and strain even further, slurping hungrily at the janitor's rod.

"Ohhh yeah…" Mr. Jackson groaned. Trisha felt his two hands sliding up each side of her neck, running through her silky brown hair, up past her puckered, rosy-red cheeks. His fingers tightened then, pulling back her hair as she slurped, gripping her head firmly as he guided her up and down on his rod, gently pulling her to and fro, encouraging her to gulp down as much of his shaft as she could.

Oooh…yes! The mild-mannered janitor was finally getting into it, yanking the cheerleader's face back and forth even as he rocked his hips into her, the dual motion sending his cock plowing into her lips. Trisha delighted in the feeling, and she happily submitted to him, letting him stuff her eager mouth with his dick. The brunette looked up then, and she felt a thrill as she saw that a new expression was taking over his face, the same expression she had seen on Dan's face earlier today – sex-crazed and hungry, overwhelmed by a carnal desire, by a need to take the young, tight body in front of him.

Drool began to spill out of the cheerleader's lips as Mr. Jackson slowly began to speed up, losing himself in the feeling of Trisha's mouth wrapped around his shaft, hungrily wanting to stuff himself deeper and deeper down the moaning brunette's throat.

Trisha's fingers were still powering into her aching twat, but each thrust only made her want more. Each time she slurped down Mr. Jackson's shaft, it only made her hungry for more cock. Her hand was pumping deep and firm into her cunt, in a steady rhythm, the cheerleader rocking back and forth as she fingered herself. Now, as she slobbered and moaned, Trisha replayed in her mind just how nasty the scene was. A young, petite cheerleader, with one hand wrapped around her high school janitor's cock and her other buried in her twat. Her tight blouse could barely contain her firm, ample chest as she gasped for breath between slurps and moans, and with the way she was leaning far out the window to suck Mr. Jackson, the top had ridden so far up her slender figure that almost all of her taut midriff was revealed. Her slim legs, completely revealed by her bunched-up miniskirt, wriggled back and forth on the dashboard as she squirmed in lust. It was so terribly slutty, servicing a man she had never even spoken to, gulping his cock down her throat without even saying hello first.

Mandy may be banging a lifeguard in a locker room….but I'm blowing the janitor at my own high school….in broad daylight! Forget Dan! I can get any cock I want – like Mr. Jackson's – without even saying a word to him!

Trisha was wild and frenzied with carnal desire, and now the cheerleader told herself that it wasn't Mr. Jackson in particular – she was so slutty that she would have shoved any man's cock into her mouth at this point. He just happened to be the first man that walked by…the first lucky guy to spot the horny slut, sitting in her car masturbating…waiting to service a stranger!

"Ohhh!!!" Trisha bucked fiercely upwards then, so hard that Mr. Jackson's cock slipped out of her mouth as her head shot upwards. Lust flooded her body, overwhelming her thoughts It made her want more, her limbs trembling with desire, her pussy still desperately needing something else even as it was stuffed full by three fingers.

She didn't think about it for another second. Trisha found herself straightening in the car seat, sliding her feet back off the dashboard. She was suddenly raising herself to her knees on the seat. Her carnal instincts had taken over, and now Trisha found herself eagerly submitting to them. Her hands flew to her hips, yanking her thong down to her mid-thighs, just far enough to reveal her tight butt and sopping pussy. In the same instant Trisha was turning on the seat so that she could bend over, planting her hands on the passenger seat cushion, her slim waist and supple chest hovering over the gear shift in the middle. Now, as Mr. Jackson peered into the open car window, he was staring right at Trisha's tight, firm ass.

I had to watch my best friend get ravished so roughly…if she's going to get fucked then so am I! Trisha scooted backwards on the seat, moving herself closer to the window, offering herself to Mr. Jackson. The perky brunette glanced over her shoulder, staring through the open window. The janitor's cock was still out and throbbing, dripping with the cheerleader's slobber as he stared down at the young body stretched out in front of him, her ass on display in the window, inches from his hips. The cheerleader was positioned on her hands and knees as she carefully raised her butt closer to the window, offering herself to him.

Mr. Jackson slid forward too, his hips almost pressed against Trisha's car door, unable to resist the sight of the little girl's twat. But as he leaned down to stare, he was glancing to the left and right. Concern flashed on his face as he looked over his shoulder and back. The quiet janitor was worried about being caught fooling around with a student, worried about being fired. He was worried about doing something so wrong, about being a dirty old man, violating a girl half his age. For a second, as she stared back at his worried face, Trisha actually thought he would refuse.

And suddenly, the cheerleader felt words gushing out of her mouth. "Please, Mr. Jackson…" she said, softly, begging for his meat.

The janitor jolted then, as if her voice had shocked him out of a trance. They were the first words that Trisha had spoken to him, and she repeated them again. "Please, Mr. Jackson…take me…" And to emphasize her point, now Trisha reached back and pulled up the hem of her miniskirt, giving him a full view of her firm ass, shamelessly offering her pussy for the taking, trying her very best to tempt him.

Once again the brunette saw Mr. Jackson's expression beginning to darken, his eyes staring lustfully into the car. As worried as he was, he just couldn't resist the cheerleader's petite body, clad only in a skin-hugging uniform, her slim legs and hips angling out under her skimpy miniskirt, her figure stretched out so that her tiny blouse reached only a couple inches past her perky tits, showing off her tight, slender frame. He can't resist the sight of my pussy being offered to him…wet and red and soft…just waiting for him to sink his hard prick into me!

Trisha could see the carnal, animalistic lust building in Mr. Jackson's eyes as he inched forward, his face lost in the sight of her tight pussy, his mind overwhelmed by the thought of easing his meat into her. She shuddered in pride and pleasure at the sight of him. She didn't need Dan – or Mr. Jackson, for that matter. All she needed and wanted was a hard cock to fill her, and any hard cock would do. I'm a dirty slut…and all I care about is getting fucked hard and rough!

At last, Trisha saw Mr. Jackson straighten, his head disappearing from her view out the window, his waist inching forward, his hands reaching into the car. He was giving in. With a whimper, Trisha quickly scooted backwards, moving her ass to meet his reaching fingers, wriggling slightly as she felt them blindly tighten around her smooth skin.

Now Mr. Jackson was standing straight, with his body pressed against the side of Trisha's car, his pants around his ankles, his hips positioned right in the frame of the open window. The perky brunette felt him pulling her backwards, and with an eager squeal she submitted to him, scooting her knees slightly back and raising her ass, ready for his cock to sink into her aching cunt. His hands slid further up her petite body, tightening around her lithe waist. At last, the cheerleader hungrily bucked backwards, and in an instant she felt his thick rod slide into her pussy. She felt his fingers twitch on her waist, and in the same moment he was thrusting forward, slamming into the car door, powering his cock into her twat.

"Oooooh…" she whimpered, burying his shaft inside of her, letting her tight pussy swallow his cock; a soft, wet sheath wrapped around his meat. As Trisha looked back, she could see his hips jamming hard into hers, and his hands reaching down, tight around her little body. She could hear him groaning in pleasure as he finally felt her soft cunt on his hot dick. But with his hips pressed tight against the car, she couldn't see his face, and he couldn't see her at all. The two of them were blindly fucking; her on her hands and knees in her car, him pressed up against the door so he could pound her cunt through the window.

"Yes!" she squealed, and she bucked back against him, arching her slim back as he ravished her twat. The janitor's cock felt so massive, plunging into her and filling her entire body, finally giving her what she had ached for all afternoon, hot and rock-hard inside her tender cunt. His thrusts were growing stronger and stronger, and with each pump Trisha rocked harder back against him as well, pushing her hips into his, eagerly powering his cock deep inside of her.

Ohhh! Trisha imagined Mr. Jackson's face, deep in pleasure as he stared out over the roof of her car. He couldn't even see her at all; to him she was just an anonymous pussy; just a teenage body to hold tight and plunge his stiff shaft into. And all she knew of him was his cock, plowing and drilling her tender pussy; and his hands, rough and hard around her little waist, rocking her back and forth as he pumped her.

The cheerleader was sliding and squirming back and forth across the car seats now, her slim body was rocking back and forth over her gear shift, each thrust sending her forward before she eagerly bucked back against him to bury his cock to the hilt in her pussy. As she scooted back against him, she pressed her sneakers flat against one car door, giving her leverage to thrust hard against his meat, putting her legs into pumping him. Trisha could feel his pleasure throbbing through his shaft each time he powered into her tight cunt, so hot that it made her own body radiate with lust, shaking and quivering as she bucked into him. Now Trisha turned back towards the other door, her long brown hair swaying as she rocked. That frame of his hips and his cock, the only thing she could see of him – it was perfect!

This is all a real slut needs! Trisha thought as she stared back, watching the hips grind into hers. A pair of hands to hold me down and a rock-hard cock to pound my cunt! And with that thought, she let out a wild, eager cry.

"Pound me, Mr. Jackson!" the cheerleader yelped at the window, her voice echoing through the car. "Pound me hard!"

She felt his fingers tighten around her ass as he jammed his hips hard into her, and she felt her car shake – the janitor was so eager that he was slamming his body into her car door. The motion sent his cock pistoning deep into her twat, so hard and strong that the cheerleader had to frantically grab the door handle in front of her to brace herself against the ferocious thrust. She wailed out even louder then before, her voice cracking and eager with lust.

"YESS! Oh YES, more! More!"

"Uhhh!" The janitor groaned harshly, his breathing labored as he worked the cheerleader's cunt, his fingers digging deep into her firm butt as he pumped her. Trisha's yelps were growing into screams now, and the young brunette was bucking back against Mr. Jackson's hips with wild vigor, begging him for more.

"YES, Mr. Jackson, YES!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the parking lot. "Pump that pussy! Take me!" She was rocking back and forth between the seats, jamming her hips into his, each time sending his cock plowing deep into her tight cunt.

Then she heard his voice outside the car, his breathing harsh and fast. "Oh yeah…God that's good…oh fuck that feels so fucking good…" He was mumbling and groaning in a distant tone, almost as if he was just talking to himself. And suddenly, Trisha realized that he probably was. He can't even see me…and he doesn't know who I am! The cheerleader moaned and whimpered as she pumped his shaft, her body flushed and full of lust. All he knows is that I'm a high school cheerleader…and right now all I am is a pussy to ravish! He doesn't know my name and he doesn't need to! I'm just a dirty slut, ready to fuck!

And with that, she opened her mouth and shouted out another request. "Call me 'Slut,' Mr. Jackson! Just call me slut!"

The response came sooner than she expected, and Mr. Jackson's voice grew low and fierce. "Uhhh…fuck yeah, you fucking slut! You cock-hungry whore!" And the janitor accompanied it with a vicious thrust, sending the cheerleader reeling forward with a squeal, barely catching herself from ramming head-first into the window in front of her. The young brunette was brazenly stretched out in the front of her car, her knees on one seat and her hands on the other, her sneakers pressed against one car door and her fingers wrapped around the handle of the other to brace herself as she frantically bucked into Mr. Jackson's cock.

"More!" Trisha cried out, begging shamelessly. "More, Mr. Jackson!"

"Yeah, slut! Take that cock! Take it like a good slut!" Mr. Jackson's grip was painfully tight around the cheerleader's butt, keeping her raised and in position for him as he worked her cunt. "Oh yeah…fuck your janitor's cock…fuck it, you dirty fucking whore!"

A wide grin spread across the cheerleader's flushed, red face as she rocked back and forth. It was so exhilarating to hear Mr. Jackson swear and yell at her, calling her a filthy slut, taunting her. This was the same man who silently cleaned up after all the students, never being noticed, who couldn't even find a word to say after he had found Trisha in the parking lot. He was so quiet and good-natured – but even he couldn't resist a nasty girl like Trisha. Even he can't pass up the chance to violate me…even he gets crazy and carnal at the feeling of my tight pussy! The cheerleader arched her back sharply, showing off her slender figure, as she shuddered and trembled with taking Mr. Jackson's meat, relishing the feeling of his hard pounding, of him abusing her young, dainty body. Her miniskirt flopped around her bucking hips. Her crop-top cheerleading blouse showed off her taut waist and strained to contain her bouncing tits as she thrust herself into him. He's now this rough, cunt-hungry man…and it's all because of me! He can't resist the chance to pound a dirty slut…a filthy, wanton, eighteen-year-old cheerleader!

"Ahhhh! Oh shit…oh, you little slut…oh fuck…fuck!!" Mr. Jackson was groaning wildly now, lost to the feeling of Trisha's tight, young pussy, plunging into her as fast and hard as he could. His cock swelled and throbbed inside the cheerleader, pumping and working her petite body, hot and thick in her tender twat. She could feel the entire car rocking back and forth with squeaks and clunks; each time the janitor thrust his shaft back into her pussy, she could hear the echo of his body slamming into the side of the car, rocking her back and forth with it, sending her skirt and her hair flopping. The cheerleader had to buck as hard as she could back against him just to keep herself from reeling forward, straining to take his wild, vicious thrusts into her cunt.

"Fuck you, you nasty bitch…oh fuck…you feel so good! Ah…ahhh!!" Mr. Jackson's meat felt like it was splitting Trisha in two now, it was so hard and deep, pulsing with his lust, and the cheerleader instantly knew that he was close to climaxing. And I'm going to take his cum, like a good little slut! I'll accept a stranger's load in my twat! Her flushed, ravished body throbbed with lust at the thought of it, and the cheerleader eagerly screamed out.

"YES! Oooh yes, Mr. Jackson! Slam that pussy! Give it to me hard, exactly – oh! – exactly like I deserve!" Trisha's screams echoed through the parking lot. She was too impatient to wait for his cum, and so now she eagerly thrust back against him, driving his meat into her cunt as she kept screaming. "Pound me like a good slut! Pound my teenage pussy!"

"Ahhh!" Mr. Jackson yelled out, feeling Trisha's hips slam back against his, taking the full length of his shaft, plunging him into her. "Ohhh SHIT! I'm gonna cum…"

"Yes!" Trisha yelped back, and she sped up her thrusts, eagerly milking his cock with her twat, thrusting as hard and fast as she could. "Cum in me! Cum in my pussy!"

"Ahhh! Oh..oh FUCK!" The janitor tightened his grip on the little cheerleader, steadying her butt even as she bucked furiously and wildly into him. Her pussy was so warm and soft, so tight and tender, sheathing his throbbing cock each time he plunged into her. He could hear her wild yelps and screams of pleasure, he could see the car rocking back and forth as she eagerly pumped her petite body against his hips. His entire body tensed as he ground into Trisha's sopping twat, ready to flood the young brunette with his seed.

"Oh please!" Trisha's cries gushed out of her heaving chest now; the cheerleader was bursting with impatience, begging and pleading and waiting on edge to feel his cock throb and spurt inside of her. "Please cum in me! Cum in your little whore, Mr. Jackson! Cum in your nasty slut!" She was putting her entire body into thrusting against the janitor, her hand and knees digging into the cushions as she braced herself, her slender legs rigid and pumping hard. I want his seed! I want his load! I want to be his filthy cum dump! Hurry!!!

"Ah….aggh!!!" Mr. Jackson let out a gurgle, his lust too heavy for words. And then, Trisha finally felt his cock spear balls-deep inside her cunt, stuffing the petite cheerleader full. He felt so swollen and rock-hard, plunged to the hilt in her soft pussy, and now Trisha gasped and shuddered with pleasure as he began to cum, his shaft throbbing and pulsing with each spurt, so powerful that she could feel his girth stretching her twat a little more with each jet of cum.

"Oooooh..." Trisha let out a long, satisfied moan as a wide smile spread across her face, the cheerleader quivering in pleasure as she finally got her reward. She could feel each spurt of cum flooding her twat, the warmth of Mr. Jackson's seed spreading through the petite girl's body, making her flush. The janitor's grip was vice-like around the young brunette's butt as he deposited his load in her twat. But Trisha kept grinding eagerly against his hips, relishing the feeling of his full length buried and throbbing inside of her, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her dripping pussy.

Yes! Ohh…finally! Yet another deposit for a dirty whore… Trisha's hand was still wrapped around the car door handle in front of her, and now the other one shot past her slender, trembling legs, dipping between her little hips, eagerly searching out the tiny, swollen nub of her clit. She found it with a shock of pleasure, and instantly her fingers pressed into it, filling her body with more pleasure just as Mr. Jackson was filling her with his jism.

The cheerleader was lost in her pleasure, closing her eyes, feeling nothing but the janitor's throbbing cock deep in her twat, her petite body shuddering and rocking with pleasure as she took his cum. It was such a filthy scene; a slim, five-foot girl, shamelessly shoving her ass up against an open car window, offering herself to a man standing outside, letting him reach in and slam her cunt while she whimpered and begged for more. One minute he's heading home…the next minute he's reaching into my car to pull my little body toward him and pound into me while I'm on my hands and knees! As she tweaked her clit, she imagined him pressed against the side of her car, plowing into her through the frame of the window, unable to see her, fucking her only by feel. Just using my pussy…just unloading his seed in me!

Suddenly, the janitor's voice burst through Trisha's thoughts: "Oh…you dirty slut..." He was winding down from his climax, and his voice was slow and caressing as he spoke "You're such a filthy whore…fuck yeah…"

Trisha's ears perked up as she listened, and her body tensed with lust as she drank in his every word. Ooh…he's right! Think about how many cocks have shot their seed into my little body…how many men have ravished my twat! Dan and his friends…teachers…students…and now my high school janitor! I am a filthy whore! I'll fuck anyone and everyone!! Trisha's hand was now blurry fast as she massaged her clit, and suddenly the cheerleader felt her heartbeat rising, her body growing hot with pleasure. Mr. Jackson's cock was still rock-hard and buried inside of her, his cum still warm and fresh in her pussy…

"Don't pull out yet!" Trisha gasped frantically, concentrating on her fingers around her clit. "Keep it inside of me!" The young cheerleader arched and stretched her body inside her car, tense and pulsing with lust, her sneakers still flat against one car door, holding onto the opposite door handle as she fingered herself. In response to her cry, Mr. Jackson's grip tightened once more on her tiny body, and now she felt his fingers sliding upwards, pushing her cheerleading blouse out of the way, yanking her bra down and roughly squeezing her perky tits.

"Ohhhh!" Trisha groaned. The petite brunette was still grinding against Mr. Jackson's cock as the janitor blindly groped and fondled her firm chest. She was thoroughly violated now; a cock balls-deep in her twat, her body being squeezed and grabbed like she was just a doll. Not a person…just a body to be fucked…stretched out in my cheerleading uniform…my thong around my thighs…my pussy stuffed full! I'll let any man who walks by my car come and fuck me…I won't even wait to get out! I'll just bend over and pull down my panties, in broad daylight! Just like a nasty, dirty…

"Fucking slut!" Mr. Jackson finished Trisha's thought for her, with a loud groan.

Trisha's eyes popped open and she gasped out loud as her body pulsed with lust. YES!! A wild, ragged scream gushed out of her heaving chest.

"AH….AHHHH!!"

The cheerleader wailed and quivered in her car, her twat spasming, her clit throbbing, her body thrashing and grinding furiously against Mr. Jackson's hips as she climaxed. Her knees were wobbling on her seat cushion, her arm tense as she kept her fingers wrapped around the nub of her clit, her supple chest heaving in the janitor's hands. Trisha couldn't even think anymore. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, the spasms of pleasure in her twat taking over the rest of her little body, and all she could do was tremble and buck, gasping for breath as she orgasmed.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. Her pussy convulsed on Mr. Jackson's cock, and the cheerleader never felt tighter; her entire body was stuffed full by his stiff rod. At last, Trisha felt her muscles relaxing, and suddenly the cheerleader collapsed on the seats, gasping for breath, relishing her pleasure. Ooh…I'm so nasty I'll cum on a complete stranger's cock! She was still on her knees with her butt in the air, but the cheerleader let her shoulders and head rest on the other seat, ass up and face down as she recovered from her climax. She was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice when Mr. Jackson gently slid out of her and leaned down to glance in the window at the panting, ravished cheerleader. Trisha's body was perfectly on display. Her firm butt was still positioned next to the open window, and now a tiny drop of cum was leaking out of her red, swollen cunt. Her slender legs and lithe waist were all revealed by her skimpy cheerleading uniform, her back sharply arched to show off her slim figure as she rested her head on the cushion. Her long brown hair spilled out across the seat, her perky tits pressed into the seat as she panted.

She only noticed he was staring at her when she heard him speak.

"Hey…what's…what's your name?"

The young brunette turned to look over her shoulder. The janitor was staring back at Trisha, a sheepish grin on his flushed, sweaty face. He looked embarrassed, as if he was ashamed of what he had just done. Trisha opened her mouth, about to respond to his question, but then, at the last second, she changed her mind.

"It doesn't matter what my name is" she replied. "I'm just a slut, Mr. Jackson. That's all you need to know."

Mr. Jackson was taken aback, unable to respond. For a second he just stayed where he was, staring at the half-clothed cheerleader, frozen in place.

Trisha grinned as she righted herself, gently slipping her body back into the driver's seat, arranging her miniskirt and pulling the little tank top as far down her body as it would go. She was about to start the car when she realized that her thong was still stretched around her thighs; with her pussy still full of Mr. Jackson's cum, she would probably leave a permanent stain on the seat.

Oh well! Trisha giggled to herself, then started the car. Mr. Jackson was still standing in the middle of the parking lot, unable to take his eyes off the young brunette, now sitting properly in her car. Anyone who saw her then would think she was just another eighteen-year-old, cute and sweet and innocent. With a wink and a wave at the janitor, the cheerleader shifted into drive and started home.