Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 07

Trisha threw her backpack and her gym bag into the trunk of her mother's car. Her mom worked from home on Fridays, so she let Trisha drive herself to school. Cheerleading practice had run longer than usual, and the sun was already dipping down below the horizon as Trisha pulled out of the school parking lot. She turned on the radio as she drove and began to softly hum along with the song, but almost immediately, her mind started to drift, just as it always did these days.

It had been three days since Britney had invited Trisha into the air duct to watch her torture Principal Johnson. But it had been Britney's words afterwards that had stuck so deeply in Trisha's mind. Being completely willing to be yourself was one thing for Britney, but...Trisha had friends to consider. What would they think of me if I started acting like Britney? If I started dressing up in tube tops and miniskirts? They would never talk to me again! As much as she hated their cattiness, and the way they always judged other girls for the way they acted, she couldn't abandon her friends. She couldn't face the shame of their disapproval.

This was the same conclusion that she came to every other day, but just like every other day, it never seemed to satisfy her. No matter how sure she was that she was right, she couldn't get Britney's words out of her head. Trisha turned on her headlights; it had gotten dark pretty quickly. Something about Britney's outlook on life was so intriguing to her. The head cheerleader seemed to live through life completely free, open about whatever she thought. A trait like that was something Trisha could only admire in her other people... I don't want to be a slut, she thought to herself, but I do wish I could be a little more true to myself like Britney. Sometimes I just can't stand all these expectations about what's right or wrong for a girl to do. I wish none of them existed! Trisha shook her head as she drove on in the dark. No...that's not it. It's not that they don't exist for Britney...it's just that she doesn't care about them. I wish I had the power to not care like she does. I wish I could just listen to myself, and my desires, and whatever I want –

SMASH!

The car lurched forward and Trisha did as well, in her seat, her brown hair spilling over as she jolted into the steering wheel. There was a loud, metallic crunch as the cheerleader's foot eased on the pedal. Pulling her hair out of her face, Trisha looked up, and gasped in terror. She had just slammed right into the back of a car. Where did it come from??? The back bumper of the car was completely ruined. Her mouth still open in shock, Trisha quickly shifted to reverse and backed up, wincing at the sound of broken glass as her car rolled backwards. Two seconds later though, she slammed to a halt, her hand at her mouth, her eyes round and wide with fear. The blue and white stripes on the car were unmistakable; the lights and siren on the top couldn't have been more obvious. I just...I just ran into a police car!

"Oh no...oh no..." Near-panicked, Trisha frantically continued to back up. Were there people in the car? It was dark, so she couldn't really see...then, a shadow moved. Then another. The two front doors opened, and a pair of policemen stepped out into the night. Trisha's heart plummeted.

One of them, the one who was in the driver's seat, looked incredibly angry. He glared straight at Trisha, then gestured at her to get out of the car. Nervous and close to tears, Trisha unsteadily opened her door and stepped out. Immediately, she shivered in the cold night air. It had been an uncommonly warm day, so she had worn a sundress, one of her favorites, thin and comfy, that stopped above her knees and had a halter top, held up by a single bow-knotted string tied around her neck. In a particularly brave move, she had bought the same pair of heels that she had seen Britney wear, and felt proud as she teetered her way through the halls to each class. Now, though, the night breeze cut straight through the dress's thin fabric. She didn't have a jacket, either, so all she could do was stand by her car in her heels, and shiver.

As she risked a tentative glance at the officers, she saw that both of their expressions had changed. The one in the driver's seat, the smaller one, still looked angry, but his face was mixed partially with surprise now. The one on the right, the bigger one, didn't even look remotely unhappy. Instead, he seemed to be admiring Trisha's body. The petite cheerleader's figure was unmistakable, even in the darkness, cleanly framed by her silky thin dress. She was barely over five feet, but he could see every one of her curves; her perky, ample chest, her tiny, taut waist, her slightly flared hips, her slender legs.

"Little lady, what the hell do you think you're doing?" That was the smaller one.

"I...I'm sorry, officer," Trisha stammered. "I must have just spaced out or..."

"Spaced out?? While driving??"

"Please...I'm so sorry!"

"Look here...this is a construction zone. You're supposed to be driving at 10 miles an hour!"

Trisha glanced around. It was nighttime...there wasn't a construction worker in sight. "But..."

"Not only did you damage my cruiser, but I think it's pretty obvious from the damage you've done that you were going over the limit."

With those words, the officer yanked out a notepad and a pencil from his back pocket, and began to write.

"But, officer..."

"What's your name?"

"Trisha..."

"Well then, Trisha, I would advise you to stay quiet."

The cheerleader clamped her mouth shut, frightened and frustrated, averting her gaze away from him. The bigger officer was eyeing her up and down, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. Trisha blushed. The wind was strong tonight, blowing the skirt of her dress against her slender, bare legs, the thin fabric fluttering in the wind. As she shivered in the glare from her headlights, Trisha tucked her hair behind h er ear, out of the wind, and desperately wished she had worn something more practical today. She hadn't ever thought until now how flimsy the dress was, how the subtle pull of her breasts were secured only by a single bow-tie in a single strap. The bigger officer was still staring – now right at her chest. In the chilly evening air, the shape of Trisha's hard, round nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric.

"She's a pretty little thing, ain't she, Mike."

The smaller officer looked up in shock. "Jesus Christ, Todd. She's just a girl. She's probably not even in college."

The bigger officer shrugged, looking unconcerned. "Nah, I bet she's not that young. How old are you, Trisha?"

Trisha shifted her weight, wobbling a bit on her heels before answering. "Um, I'm eighteen."

"There you go, Mike. She's legal."

Mike shook his head. "Stop talking like that, Jim. This isn't appropriate for being on duty."

"Hey, I'm not saying anything inappropriate. I'm just sayin' she's pretty. I'm not making her uncomfortable. Am I?" He directed the last question to Trisha, and took a step forward, grinning at her.

"Cut it out, Todd."

"Hey, Mike, maybe we can cut her some slack. Let her off with a warning." This time, both Mike and Trisha looked up in surprise. The cheerleader's heart leapt. Yes! Please! I'll let him hit on me as much as he wants if they just let me go!

"Are you kidding me? She trashed my cruiser! Look at my bumper!"

"Well, yeah. I know. But look at her, Mike. She's shivering, she's so scared. She must be cold."

Mike turned to look at Trisha, whose teeth were starting to chatter. Even as cold as she was, though, she couldn't help noticing Mike eyeing her body, just as Todd had, passing ever-so-quickly over her bare legs, the arc of her slender hips clearly visible in her dress, the curve of her perky breasts pulling against the dress's flimsy top. But he quickly averted his eyes in shame, looking back down at his notepad.

"Well, give her your jacket, then. She broke the law, Todd. No warning tonight."

Todd shrugged, then took off his jacket and moved forward to drape it around Trisha's slender shoulders. He towered over her, and the petite cheerleader felt even smaller than usual next to his bulky frame. She didn't resist, but instead watched him closely; as he moved forward, she saw his eyes flicker down once more, and this time she knew that he was glancing down at her chest, at the slightest hint of her boobs that were peeking out of the top of her dress. Usually whenever a guy checked her out, Trisha felt indignant and annoyed, and tried to ignore it. But Britney's words, always at the front of her mind these days, suddenly raced into her thoughts. "Sex is power" she had said. "Use it, enjoy it, don't be afraid of it."

Sex is power... Trisha mused over the words in her mind. And in a way, it was true. She had a power over this policeman; he was under her influence. Even though she knew it was shameless, Trisha couldn't help trying something out. She said nothing, accepting his jacket, pulling it around herself and crossing her arms. As she did it, she ever-so-slightly pressed her forearms into the sides of her chest, and she knew that the subtle motion was pushing her boobs together, making them plump up and bulge against the thin fabric of her dress. The effect was immediate: Todd, who had just managed to tear his eyes away from her petite body, had zoomed back to her chest so quickly that his head actually swung down slightly to stare. He lingered for a moment, still in front of her, looking down at her.

"Feel better?" he asked absently, still staring.

Trisha nodded slightly, watching him. "Yes. Thank you." At last, the policeman seemed to gain control of himself, and he stepped backwards again, to a more acceptable distance from Trisha. The cheerleader blinked in the glare of the headlights, watching as Todd tried to compose himself. I've never thought about this before, but...I really do have a power. I seduced Mr. Braun. I could definitely seduce this Todd guy. She glanced at the other policeman, who was still busy writing. I could probably seduce him too. Couldn't I?

"Trisha, I'll need to see your driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance."

"Yes, sir." Trisha nodded and began to rummage through her purse for her license, but her mind was still elsewhere. Yes...I could probably seduce them both...but what would it be like? Would it really be like Britney said? It's so hard to believe, but...

"Hurry up, Trisha."

The cheerleader nodded, and pulled out her wallet. What would it be like? She asked herself the question again. The two policemen were watching as she stepped forward to hand Mike her license, then turned back around to retrieve her other documents. As she did it, a voice rang out in her head: It would be...it would be...fun....

And with that, she turned back around, and walked straight towards Mike, stopping only when she was one pace away from him. She looked up at him with her brown eyes big and sweet, her mouth slightly pouty but confident, and she spoke in a soft, low tone.

"Please...won't you give me a warning?"

"Excuse me?" Mike turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. It was one thing for his partner to suggest giving a warning, but for the person who just crashed into his car to request it was out of line.

"No, I mean...I just meant..." Trisha stammered, but even as she spoke, she took a step forward, her heels clacking against the pavement.

"Listen here, Ms. Trisha, if you think-"

Trisha took another step forward, and now she was right in front of Mike. She spoke very quietly, her soft eyes looking into his angry ones, but even so he let her interrupt him.

"I just meant I would really appreciate it."

And then, all of a sudden, without even thinking, her hand was on his crotch. Mike let out an audible gasp, and Todd's jaw dropped open. For a moment, even Trisha was shocked, barely believing what she had just done, but she recovered quickly. Slowly, she began to massage him through his pants.

"Jesus, what the hell do you – "

"Please," Trisha said, interrupting him again. "Please, I would really like a warning."

"Now look, you've got to-"

"Please," Trisha repeated, and then she sank to her knees on the pavement, still massaging his crotch, keeping her sweet brown eyes on his bulging ones. For some reason, he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from hers.

"Trisha...Jesus, Trisha, I'm married..."

"Oh please, please, officer!" Trisha was laying it on thick now, in full pouting mode, on her knees in front of him. Slowly, gently, she felt for the zipper of his fly. "I would do anything." She pulled down the zipper and slid two fingers into the open crotch of his pants.

"Uh...now..."

"Anything," she repeated, now smiling at him. "Anything at all." Her prowling fingers found what they were looking for inside his pants; his dick, half-hard. She snaked it through the slit in his boxers and out of his fly, into the open, where she gently caressed it with her fingers, still smiling sweetly up at him.

"Hey, hey, let me in on this too." Todd had stepped forward, and was hastily, almost clumsily, unzipping his fly as he stood to Trisha's side.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Mike held his hand up, and both Todd and Trisha froze. Oh no...the cheerleader thought. I was wrong...He's going to back out! Still, she kept up the act.

"Yes?" She pouted up at him, smiling sweetly. "Is something wrong?"

"Ah..." He hesitated for a moment. "Let's...let's get in my car..."

Yes! Try as he might, even the nobler policeman couldn't resist this chance, a gorgeous little sweet eighteen-year-old, offering to do whatever they wanted. I knew it would work! Trisha grinned up at him as she got to her feet, and followed Mike to his cruiser, Todd behind her. Now, the cheerleader was in the middle seat, flanked by the two policemen, both leering at her. They were both frantically unzipping their pants, while at the same time hands roamed across Trisha's petite body, gently squeezing her smooth, creamy thighs and her ample, 32C chest, caressing her slender waist and smoothly curved hips. They were both staring at her figure, their eyes filled with lust, and the cheerleader knew what they expected.

She scooted off of the middle seat, and turned around, kneeling in the cramped foot space of the back seat, facing them both. Their cocks were both out, hard and upright. She leaned forward, grasping each in one hand, gently stroking them. Who should I start with? Mike was the one who was more reluctant, so maybe she should blow him first. She leaned to her left and softly slipped the head of Mike's meat into her lips.

"Ohhh, Jesus..."

Trisha sucked him in a little further, letting the tip push into her mouth, rubbing against it with her tongue. She felt Todd's hand on her arm, and realized that she had forgotten to keep jacking him off. Two guys at once isn't easy! Now, though, she made sure to slide her hand up and down on his hard shaft, while continuing to suck gently at Mike's meat.

"How's it feel, Mike? How's her mouth feel?"

"So good...oh man...she's so good."

Trisha kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down, soaking his shaft, letting it slide in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Her soft slurps were the only sound in the empty night, and Trisha knew that both of the policemen's eyes were on her, intently watching her give Mike head. For some reason, that knowledge sent a tiny thrill of excitement through her. She pushed a bit deeper, and listened to him groan as more of his shaft sank into her saliva-soaked lips.

"Oh man...wow..."

"Come on, man, let me feel her."

Trisha smirked at Todd's words as she sucked; he was like a little boy, demanding his turn. But she listened to him, slipping Mike's dick out of her mouth with a slobbery pop, leaning over towards Todd, and gulping his dick into her wet lips.

"Oh shit...fuck yeah..."

As soon as her mouth touched his throbbing meat, his hips jutted upwards, pushing half of his shaft into her mouth. It was unexpected, but Trisha accepted it, letting him slide into her mouth. Her own chest was rising with excitement and energy, and she kept one hand on each dick, making sure to gently stroke them. Mike's shaft was slick with her slobber, making it easier to slide her hand up and down him, and both men were groaning now. She continued to suck on Todd's meat, slurping softly, letting him gently jam his hips into her face. Her tongue snuck out of her mouth, licking eagerly at the thick, muscular ridge of his shaft, and she gently puckered her cheeks as she sucked his dick deeper into her wet mouth. Still jacking off Mike, Trisha let her hand slip off of Todd's cock, resting it on his thigh instead for support as she dipped up and down on his thick rod, inhaling deeply as she tasted his meat.

She continued like this for a while, bobbing, slurping, her saliva slithering out of her lips and coating Todd's shaft. Then, she felt Mike's hand on her slender shoulder, tugging at her, and she knew that he wanted another turn. So she switched back, letting Todd's meat slowly glide out of her lips, and leaning back to her left to gulp down Mike's little soldier. She could feel his lust throbbing through his cock as she gently thrust her lips down his shaft, swallowing him, slurping and licking with enthusiasm. She guided his meat in and out of her mouth several times before sliding it out completely, raising his cock up to let her lick at his balls and run her tongue up and down his shaft. She kept her gaze on Mike's face, and delighted in the expression of complete ecstasy spread across it. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were fixated on Trisha, unable to look away even if he had wanted to. The cheerleader's other hand was firm on Todd's meat, stroking it, feeling the blood pulsating in its hardness.

A hand snaked across Trisha's back; it was Todd's, feeling the smooth skin of her body, the skin that had looked so gorgeous as she had stood in her dress and her heels in the night. The cheerleader silently let him fondle her as she continued to lick at Mike's cock. Todd's hand slowly made its way up to her neck, and then she felt him fumbling with the knot of her dress. As the cheerleader plunged her lips down Mike's dick, she felt the string of the dress's halter top loosen, and the fabric silently fell. Now, Trisha's breasts were revealed; soft, round and ample, her nipples hard in the cold, darkened backseat of the police car. A moment later, she felt Todd's hand groping her tit, gently squeezing the tender, round globe in the darkness. She let him feel both her boobs as she continued to lick and suck at Mike's meat. Several more times, she slurped her way up and down Mike's shaft before switching again, jacking off Mike and guzzling down Todd's meat.

"Jesus Christ. Fuck, her tits are amazing."

"Yeah? Man, she can really suck some cock."

Topless, her breasts being fondled and groped by both men now, squeezed into the foot space of the back seat, listening to them talk about her, Trisha continued to blow the two officers. The only sounds were the groans of the two men and the slick, slobbery smacks and pops of Trisha slurping on both of their cocks. She was careful to jack off whoever she wasn't giving head to, and made sure to switch back and forth to keep them both occupied.

She couldn't deny it either: the entire experience was incredibly thrilling to her. To keep both of them in her sway, to watch them beg for a turn to plunge into her wet lips, to see their looks of delight as she licked up and down their meat and of disappointment as she switched back to the other one; all of this filled her with excitement. She began to relish the feeling of their meat in her mouth, the stiff yet soft flesh rubbing against her tongue, the hard throbbing warmth that moved against the insides of her cheeks. She even began to let out soft moans of her own, enjoying the feeling of them straining against her mouth, enthusiastically thrusting her face against their hips as she sucked and impatiently pulling her hair back from her face to get better access.

"Oh God....oh that feels so good..."

"Fuck yeah...suck it, sweetheart, suck it..."

Trisha winked up at them as she drooled. Her entire body was into it now, her back slightly arched and her ass out, her shoulders hunched over the seat to let her plunge even further down. She was filled with excitement and energy, and let out another soft moan as she shoved herself deep, deep down Todd's dick. She felt the tip pressing into her throat, and pushed even further, throating him, cutting off her own breathing, feeling the skin of his balls just barely tickling her lips, delighting in her own prowess. Todd let out a loud groan, thrusting his hips towards her, and Trisha gagged slightly, pulled herself off of him, and grinning at his excitement.

She switched back to Mike, slurping and gulping and swallowing, her eyes twinkling with happiness. Trisha's fingers were slick and soaked now, and so were her lips; her cheeks were flushed red from the effort of bobbing up and down so many times. She was almost certain that a puddle had formed on the seat of each officer from her eager drooling, but she didn't care, happily continuing to guzzle down both of their dicks.

She was playing with them too, experimenting. She would start out with some swift, steady bobbing, plunging their shaft into her mouth and letting it slide against her plump lips. Then, every once and a while, she would throw in a deep, powerful thrust, burying their shafts in her throat, locking her lips around the base of their dicks and listening them groan out loud as she let them stay stuffed inside of her for several seconds before pulling them back out. Or, she would pop their meat out of her mouth completely, and jack them off as she greedily licked at their balls. The cheerleader loved watching their different reactions, and had just throated Mike's meat yet again when he let out a loud groan. She felt the throbbing grow in his shaft, and his balls tightened slightly against the strain of her slurping lips.

"Oh...ohhh...I'm so close..."

Trisha was almost disappointed that he was ready to cum, but she didn't let up. Still jacking off Todd's cock, she eagerly continued to gulp Mike down deep, feeling him push against her throat, stuffing her full. Her slobbery lips hugged his shaft, sucking, milking him hard. She moaned in her enthusiasm, her hand firm against the base of his shaft, her fingers gently massaging Mike's balls. She slurped and slurped, feeling him throb in her throat, until...

"Okay! I'm...ugh!!"

The cheerleader could taste the saltiness splash across her tongue, spreading through her entire mouth, hot and gooey. His cum spurted out of his cock and deep into her throat, overwhelming her tastebuds with the flavor of his manhood. His cock jolted in between her eager lips as she sucked, and he was gently grinding his hips against her face, groaning loudly. She could feel each stream as it came out, blasting across her tongue, filling her mouth. Trisha continued to bob, sucking gently, milking every possible drop of his juices into her excited lips.

"Aghh...holy...holy...shit..." Mike shuddered.

She felt him slowly relax, and she tenderly let his hard, swollen member slide and pop out of her lips. Trisha swallowed his cum with a noisy gulp, feeling it run down her throat and into her stomach. She couldn't help smiling as she did it, watching Mike gasp as he watched. I want more... She quickly turned to Todd. Without hesitation, the cheerleader quickly guzzled down his rod, licking with a newfound, frantic energy, her bobbing faster, gulping and drooling as she raised and lowered herself on him.

"Ohhh fuck!"

He responded with his own enthusiasm, his hands now harsh and hard on her tits, his hips thrusting into her, plowing his dick into her excited mouth. Up and down she went, thrusting her face against his crotch, feeling his cock strain and throb against her tired lips. Drool was dribbling down her chin in her effort, but she only sped up more, excited and eager to help Todd climax as quickly as possible. Her slurps were much louder now, noisy and sloppy, and the cheerleader had planted both of her wet hands on his gently grinding thighs, pushing herself up and down on his meat. Come on! She was almost bursting with anticipation. Cum! Cum!

He didn't disappoint her.

"Ohhhh...ahhhhh....Fuuuck!!!"

For the second time, Trisha felt a cock twitch and spurt in her mouth, and stream after stream of Todd's cum rushed into her lips and her throat. He began to thrust uncontrollably into her, stretching and prodding her lips as she did it, and she thought she could feel some of his juice leak out of her, but she eagerly slurped at his shaft, hoping to lick it all back up. The feeling was so wonderful; her mouth full of saltiness, her chest full of excitement. As with Mike, she let Todd finish his orgasm before she gently, slowly slid her lips off his shaft. Then, she couldn't help herself; she began to play with Todd's jizz. She raised two fingers to her mouth and gently parted her lips, letting his sperm dribble onto her fingertips. Then, the cheerleader twirled her fingers in front of her, watching the sticky, gooey mess dribble from her lips to her fingers, before tilting her head back and raising her hand above her to let the cum plop back into her waiting mouth, drop by drop.

Delighted and thoroughly enjoying herself, the cheerleader didn't even realize until then that both of the policemen were watching her, their eyes as round and big as saucers, their mouths open. In another state of mind, Trisha might have been as shocked at herself as they were, but she was enjoying herself too much to care. She laughed at them, and let Todd's cum bubble out of her mouth back onto her fingers, watching the gooey mess drip everywhere. Then, she hastily licked it all back up, sliding each finger into her mouth and sucking noisily, running her tongue over every inch of her hand to make sure she got it all. Finally, with a pleased smile, she swallowed the juice in a loud gulp, licking her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the policemen, and she couldn't help laughing again.

They were staring at her, blinking, unable to speak. It was as if by swallowing their loads, Trisha had managed to strike them dumb. Then, a thought came over her. These looks that they're giving me...they're exactly the same as the looks Britney gets all the time. Whenever she walks by, all those boys get slack-jawed and can't even think. She couldn't help smiling as she thought about it.

Wait a minute...am I as hot as Britney? At that moment, the full impact of what she had just done hit her: she had just crashed into a police car with two policemen in it, and then seduced her way out of it! That sounded exactly like something Britney would do. Okay...so what would Britney do now? She would just wink at them and leave, before they could even recover. So Trisha did the same, smiling sweetly at each of them, winking seductively before climbing her way towards the door. Still topless, she opened it and climbed out.

"See ya later, officers," she cooed, then shut the door. As the night wind cut through her half-stripped dress, she teetered her way back into her car. She fingered the halter top straps that were hanging uselessly around her waist, pulling them back around her neck and tying them. She straightened her long brown hair in the rear-view mirror, then set her car into drive and took off, not even glancing at the policemen still in the backseat.

***

Her parents were out eating dinner with friends; they had left a note. Trisha barely even finished reading it before bolting upstairs and into her room, slamming the door.. For a full minute, she stared at herself in the mirror. I thought I was such a good girl but...maybe...maybe I'm not. Her face flushed as she examined her reflection. I just...I just gave head to two policemen. And it was all just to get out of a ticket!

She looked down at herself, at her stiletto heels, her flimsy, thin sundress, hastily tied before she walked into the house. From her viewpoint, she could see her firm, round tits, braless, beneath the fabric of the dress. Then, she remembered the look on their faces as she had swallowed each of their loads in turn, how they had gasped and squirmed and groaned as she buried their cocks in her face. She couldn't help smiling, and as she looked in the mirror, she suddenly realized something. She was sexy. Her petite, slender body, framed in the thin fabric of her skimpy dress; her round, firm tits, which the policemen had so eagerly fondled. Every inch of her was sexy. She smiled at herself, reliving the entire incident. They were like putty in my hands, she thought, grinning as she turned around in front of the mirror. They were almost out of their minds, after I sucked their cocks.

And then the feeling of their cocks in her mouth returned, and suddenly the cheerleader's entire body flushed with a faint lust. She had never thought about it before, but the sensation of a throbbing rod against her lips; the hot lust pulsating in their shafts, the tender skin sliding across her lips and her tongue, all of it, was wonderful. Trisha closed her eyes as she ran her hands down her body, remembering the way that Mike and Todd had caressed her naked shoulders, her back, and her tits. They were like little kids, with my tits...they couldn't even contain themselves!

The cheerleader plopped herself on the floor in front of the mirror, eyes still closed, legs spread, still running her hands over her firm tits and her slender waist. She was remembering every detail now: the way Todd impatiently thrust himself deeper into her mouth, even when she was throating him; the way Mike's balls twitched and grew as he spurted his spunk between her lips. Oh...God...it was so hot... Impatiently, Trisha pulled up the hem of her dress, and wrenched her panties aside. I can still taste their cum in my mouth...

Wasting no time, the cheerleader buried her fingertips in her twat, running the tips along the folds of her pussy, gently pressing in at the sensitive flesh in between. Oooh...I'm soaking wet! She shuddered gently, and stretched herself out on the floor, arching her back and raising her legs, keeping her eyes closed.

They had watched her the entire time, not only when she was blowing each of them but when she was blowing the other one too, admiring her body as she pushed herself up and down their rods, watching her slurp and drool as she worked. Their groans rang through her ears, and Trisha groaned herself, and she plunged two fingers deep into her twat, feeling her hot juices run down her knuckles. Their hard shafts against my lips...their meat, stuffed down my throat...their ballsacs, running across my tongue...oh God! The cheerleader couldn't help herself – just remembering the scene was overwhelming her.

She was fucking herself in a powerful rhythm now, her body rocking against her fingers, her hand pumping her aching twat. With her other hand, the cheerleader began to yank viciously at the flimsy strings of the dress's top, pulling impatiently until the knot around her neck came undone, and she could yank the dress off of her tits. Now, Trisha began to run her hands across her boobs, tweaking her nipples, feeling her entire body flush as she gently squeezed them. She slipped her hand into her mouth and began to lick eagerly, as if the policemen's cum were still on her lips and her hand, as if she could still feel the gooeyness swishing in her mouth.

"Oh...oh God..." she moaned softly, one hand now working furiously at her twat, the other pinching and prodding her erect, thrilled nipples. She added a third finger into her soaked twat, whimpering as she felt it stretch and fill her even more. What would it be like, she now wondered, if they had fucked me? She imagined it now, in the cramped backseat of the police car. They would have taken turns, she decided, fucking her. What position?

Her hands were a blur now, plunging and tweaking and rubbing, and she squealed with each thrust. Maybe doggy-style! Trisha's back arched further upwards at the thought, and she imagined it in her mind: she could be draped across the seat, Todd behind her, one hand on the door handle for support, the other on her ass, guiding her little pussy to engulf his cock.

"Oh...oh my God!"

...Or maybe she could ride Mike, bouncing on top of him. He could be sitting in the carseat and she could be straddling him, facing him, bouncing up and down like a cowgirl, letting his cock impale her. He would plunge so deep into me...so deep...

"Oh God...Yessss! Oh my Goddd...." Her moans echoed through her room, and now both hands were at her pussy, switching back and forth; one of them plowing into her soaked twat, the other grinding against the nub of her clit. My tits would be bouncing in his face...he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of them. They would be staring at me as they fucked, touching me, grabbing me, pulling my body. They wouldn't be able to get enough of me!

"Ahhh...ahhhh!!!" Trisha was propped up on her elbows now, rigid and stiff, her hands furiously working at her twat, her entire body gently grinding in the rhythm of her masturbation.

They'd trade me between them, back and forth. They'd argue over me, fight over whose turn it was, like I wasn't even a person, but just a...

"Slut..." Trisha softly moaned the word out loud. She couldn't help it, it just felt so good to say, and now her thoughts gushed out of her lips, unbidden, uncontrolled. "...just...a slut...sucking and fucking both of them...a dirty little girl...ohhh God..." They'd violate me...ravage me...and all just because I didn't want to get in trouble.

"Just...just to get out of a...ticket," Trisha panted quietly to herself, her excitement growing as she spoke, her fingers stiff and blurry fast, shooting searing waves of pleasure through her, wracking her petite figure with wild, carnal lust. Her whole body was rolling and bucking up and down, like a single wave. "I would...fuck them...just to get out of...a ticket..." She squeezed her eyes shut. "Just like...a dirty slut..."

The words repeated in her mind, over and over. A slut...a whore...a nasty little whore...they would fuck me so hard and so deep, they'd fuck their little slut, just a filthy little slut, and then at the end...they'd...they'd...

"Ohhh...ohhhh GODDDDD!!!!" Her entire body rocked upwards, shuddering and jolting, as if the whole room was shaking her back and forth. Her legs, spread in the air, began to spasm uncontrollably, and Trisha could feel her pussy clamp down on her fingers, convulsing in her orgasm, hot juices spilling forth and dribbling onto the floor.

"OHHHH!!! OHHHH GOD YESSSSS!!!!!"

Her eyes were closed and her toes were curled, and she imagined the officers' cum now, in her mouth, on her lips, running down her chin, filling her pussy, drenching her. She continued to shudder and squirm against the floor, screaming her joy at the ceiling in earsplitting tones.

"YES!! YES!!! OH GOD, YES!!!" Her entire body radiated with pleasure, red-hot and thick, engulfing her, jolting through her and forcing her body to wildly buck and thrash. She felt their cum everywhere, now, filling her twat and overflowing, dribbling out, splattering across her perky tits and on her tongue and down her throat, filling her heaving, gasping chest. Her fingers were still buried to the knuckles in her pussy, three of them, and she could feel the scorching flesh of her love canal, swollen and juicy. A ragged, soft moan raced through her lips as the cheerleader relaxed against the floor, satiated, thrilled and ecstatic. Trisha lay there for several minutes, panting, slowly catching her breath, letting her little body recover, feeling her juices leak out of her swollen pussy. At last, she stood up, and once more she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Her hair was even more ruined than before, tangled and draped haphazardly across her face and her shoulders. Her dress was wrinkled, the top half dangling around her waist, exposing her round tits. The skin around the nipples had turned red from her reckless pinches.

Is this who I am? Is this who I am meant to be? She didn't know the answer to those questions, so she only stood silently in front of the mirror, still thinking, still unsure. Then, she changed the question. I don't know who I am but...is this...is this who I want to be? Is this what I want? She meant for those questions to be unanswerable too, but as soon as she thought them, she felt her own response, almost like it was bubbling up through her entire body, only reaching her mind after every other part of her knew it.

"Yes," she said to her own reflection in the mirror. "Yes, this is what I want!" She smiled as she said it, but she didn't know why – she didn't know what made her answer in that way. All she knew was that she was sure it was the right answer. In the next instant, she had leapt onto her bed. She grabbed her purse and began impatiently rummaging through it until she found what she wanted; her cell phone. She flipped it open and dialed the number. She hugged her knees to her chest as she counted the rings. One...two....three...come on, pick up!

"Hello?"

Trisha's heart leapt. "Hello...Britney...?"