Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 04

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Two Weeks Later…

"Mmmf…ugh…yeah, Trisha…" Mr. Braun's grunts were harsh and breathless. Trisha closed her eyes and grimaced.

The teenager was on her hands and knees, sprawled across her teacher's desk. Her cheerleader's skirt and top were in a crumpled pile on the floor, discarded. Her unhooked bra was hanging from her shoulders, flopping uselessly as Trisha was rocked back and forth. Her panties had been hastily pushed to one side.

Trisha turned her head to glance behind her. Mr. Braun was sweating profusely, his greedy eyes fixed on the naked cheerleader in front of him. Both of his hands were painfully gripping her around the waist, rocking her back and forth, jamming her against his tool. He continued to fuck her doggy-style, his hips slapping as they collided with her ass.

"Uhh…yeah…fuck…"

Trisha felt one of Mr. Braun's hands on the inside of her thigh, raising her leg sideways off of the desk, giving him more leverage. He continued to piston into her, harder and faster with every stroke. The cheerleader's brown hair bounced across her back and down her shoulders, her tits swayed in rhythm with her tiny body. Mr. Braun kept a tight grip on her leg, and her raised foot flopped helplessly about as she let him plunge in and out of her. Perched on his desk, her legs stretched and open to him, the cheerleader closed her eyes, reluctantly letting Mr. Braun take her.

"Oh God…ohh..I'm gonna…"

No…no, please, not inside…The words rang out in Trisha's head but she knew there was no use in calling them out. Mr. Braun always came inside her, and refused to wear a condom. His hands tensed now, one planted on her slim waist, the other clenching her hoisted leg, so hard now that it was painful. Behind her, Mr. Braun was moaning and heaving, still jamming into her, rocking the cheerleader's body against his own. She heard his moans grow as he got closer and closer, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the familiar feeling of his cock throbbing and pulsating in her, waiting for his seed…

"Trisha!"

The cheerleader awoke with a start. It took her a moment to regain her senses and realize where she was; Mrs. Dunkel's Biology class, in the back row. The room was darkened and the teacher was still showing her slides of plant cells. No one had noticed that Trisha had dozed off except for her friend Mandy.

"Are you okay?" Mandy whispered from her desk, leaning over the aisle. "You were muttering something. I was afraid everyone would hear you."

"Umm…yeah…" Trisha rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I just had a bad dream."

Mandy nodded and went back to taking notes. Dazed and still a bit sleepy, Trisha glanced down blankly at her own desk. Each day of the past two weeks had felt like an eternity, and yet when she thought of them now, they seemed like a blur. Even now, as she thought of that day two weeks ago, when she had fucked Mr. Braun for the first time, it already felt like it was in a past life. Three more times, he had asked her to stay afterwards, always threatening her with another bad grade or failed test. Three times, Trisha had vowed to herself that she would put an end to it, that she would refuse to be blackmailed by a teacher. She would just accept the grade; or maybe, she would just go and tell the whole thing to the principal. But three times, Trisha couldn't bring herself to do it. She had resigned to it, stripping off her clothes, not even bothering to find a way out of it like the first time, letting her teacher spread her across the desk or on the floor, letting him pound into her and shoot his spunk into her twat.

The cheerleader lowered her head and closed her heavy eyes, wracking her brain once more for a way out. But there was nothing. She felt tired, trapped, and abused. Worst of all, though, was the slight dampness in the crotch of her jeans, warm and sticky, indicating that her dream had done more than just make her mutter. It was this part of her – the carnal, uncontrollable part of her, the part that had made her cum the first time when she didn't want to have sex at all– that scared and humiliated her most of all. She still blushed at the thought of it. What a slut I am…Mr. Braun made me cum. I didn't even want to fuck him, and somehow he made me cum.

The bell rang. Mrs. Dunkel turned on the lights and everyone gathered their things to leave. Trisha and Mandy filed out with the rest of the class.

"Geez, Trisha, this is the third time this week you've fallen asleep in Bio."

Trisha nodded as the two walked down the crowded hallway. "I know, I know. It's awful. I just…I've just been so busy…"

Mandy nodded, sympathetic. "Too much homework?"

Trisha swallowed softly, and smiled at her friend. "Yeah…that, and some other…things."

Mandy gave her a friendly hug. "Well, get some sleep, okay? I'm getting sick of having to wake you up every day!"

Trisha smiled. "Yeah, I will." Just then, Britney, the head cheerleader, walked past them in the hall, her high-heeled boots clacking on the floor. She was wearing a light pink blouse with white buttons, but all of them were undone except for one, across her midriff. The head cheerleader's massive chest burst out against the fabric, looking as if it might pop the button at any moment; her lacy red bra was clearly visible through the thin blouse. Mandy's lips tightened as she watched Britney turn the corner, then she whispered in Trisha's ear, "You won't believe what I heard about her today."

Trisha's face perked up. She always loved gossip, even when she was feeling as terrible as now. "What?"

"Well…you won't believe this, but…some of the Varsity cheerleaders were talking about it. They said that she's filming herself in the boy's locker room, you know…" Mandy made a face. "…masturbating!"

Trisha's face flinched involuntarily; Britney was probably doing it with the exact same dildo that Trisha had stolen out of her locker a few weeks ago. "Really??"

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