Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 13
"Trish! Hey, Trisha! Wait up!"
Trisha turned around at the sound of the voice, and saw Britney hurrying towards her. The head cheerleader looked just as drop-dead gorgeous as always, her long legs stretching out from a denim miniskirt, her massive tits swaying in a lacy, low-cut tank top. But all Trisha could do was stare down at her feet in shame. I betrayed Britney…I went back and fucked Dan…after she asked me not to! She's never asked me to stay away from any other guy, except Dan, and…and I couldn't even do that.
The worst part was that it hadn't been just once, either. On Friday night, Trisha had shown up on his doorstep, in a little black minidress, so wildly horny that she had practically begged him to fuck her right there and then. The scene was so clear in her mind the next morning; Dan bending her over the balcony, pounding into her as she whimpered and wailed for all his neighbors to hear. The cheerleader had been so desperate for a good fucking that she hadn't bothered to take her dress or her high heels off – she hadn't even pulled her panties all the way down her legs, leaving them stuck around her bare thighs as she grinded her petite body against his hips.
Just one night, Trisha could have disregarded as a mistake; a momentary lapse of judgment. But the next day, he had sent her another text message. And the next day, another one. Both times, as soon as she flipped open her cell phone and saw his number, her legs went weak and her pussy grew wet. Just the thought of him was enough to turn her on; him, and his massive cock, pounding into her with such rough ferocity.
She still couldn't get over the shame of lying to Britney – after everything she'd done for Trisha, this was her reward? Each time, she had paced around her room for an hour, vowing to stay loyal to Britney, vowing to show some willpower and never see Dan again. But there was something about the lifeguard that Trisha just couldn't resist. Something about him just brings the inner slut out in me. I don't even know what it is. Maybe it's the way he just takes me…just grabs me and shoves me down without even asking…the way he pounds into me like we're just animals, like I'm just a nasty slut to be fucked… On Saturday, he had bent her over his sofa and stuffed her twat full, making her scream with joy at his deep, thick thrusts. On Sunday, he had pulled out at the last second and came in her mouth, stabbing his meat deep between her lips without asking, watching her slurp up her own pussy juices, grinning down at her as she gulped down his length and swallowed his seed.
Now, as she stood outside the girls' locker room, watching Britney walk towards her, all Trisha could feel was guilt. What's the matter with me?? How could I be such an awful friend?
"Hey hun, just wanted to say sorry about the party on Friday. That was my first party that's been busted, so I flipped out a bit. You okay?"
"Oh…don't worry about it, Brit," Trisha said, trying to offer her best smile. "It was no big deal. Was everything okay?"
"Yep." Britney tossed her long blonde hair and grinned. "I had to suck a couple cocks to keep everything quiet. But hey, it's part of being a good host, right?"
She winked, and Trisha had to laugh. Tell her! A voice rang out in her head. I have to tell her! She's my best friend!
"Something wrong, Trish?" Britney asked. "You look like something's on your mind."
"I…um…" Trisha stared back down at her feet. I didn't even want to go to her party in the first place…and if I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have gone to Dan's… But the cheerleader knew that was just an excuse. I have to tell her!
At that moment, Trisha heard footsteps behind her. It was Mandy, carrying her gym bag, smiling at the two of them. Her short blonde hair was pulled back in a hairband, framing her friend's dimpled cheeks and light blue eyes. "Hey Trish. Hi, Britney." Trisha knew that Mandy still didn't like the head cheerleader, but in the last few weeks she could tell that Mandy was trying her best to warm up to Britney.
"You ready to go?" Mandy asked, staring at Trisha.
"Oh yeah," Britney said, nodding. "I forgot JV had practice right now." She smiled at Trisha. "Okay, we'll talk later, hun. See you guys!"
"What were you talking about?" asked Mandy, as the two cheerleaders headed into the locker room.
"Oh…it was nothing," Trisha said, sighing and offering a smile.
"You sure?" Mandy's face was all eagerness and trust, looking to support her friend. She was only slightly taller than Trisha, and just as petite, so the two girls were almost level as they walked.
"Yeah," Trisha nodded. She smiled, but her spirit was falling. "It's nothing."
But Mandy always had a knack for cheering Trisha up. By the time she had finished dressing for practice with the rest of the squad, Trisha was already in a better mood.
"Yeah…I'm really excited to graduate too, but I wish we were going to the same college!" Mandy sighed as she closed her locker and bent over to retie her shoelaces.
Trisha was wiggling her slim hips as she tugged her cheerleaders' miniskirt over her waist, smoothing out the pleats, feeling them dangle over her ass, tickling the tops of her thighs. She smiled. "It'll be okay Mandy…we'll talk on the phone and everything!" Even with everything else that was going on in the cheerleader's life, she was happy for one thing: Mandy seemed back to normal, and they were friends again.
Mandy smiled back. "Yeah, of course!" The two girls were the last ones to finish dressing in their uniforms; a snug, tight blouse stretched over their little figures and a pleated miniskirt that swayed as they headed towards the locker room door. Just then, something chirped from Trisha's locker.
"Oops. That's my cell phone." Trisha quickly hurried back, her miniskirt flopping back and forth over her thighs, pulling open her locker to glance at the phone. It was a text message. And it was from Dan.
"Come meet me. I'll be in the parking lot in ten minutes."
Trisha gasped. He's coming here?? In the middle of school?
"Trisha?" Mandy was holding the door open, waiting for her. "What's wrong?"
"Oh…sorry. Just a message from my mom." Trisha glanced down at her cell phone. Not now…come on, Trisha, don't go to him! Have some willpower! The cheerleader gulped. She already knew what he wanted, and even the thought of it sent a slight shudder of eagerness through her body. But she couldn't go now.
"I have cheerleading practice until 5. I have to change afterwards."
Then she put the phone back in her locker, and was just about to shut it when the phone rang again; Dan had already replied.
"No. Come out now, slut. Keep your cheerleading outfit on. We'll have some fun."
Trisha closed her eyes. She remembered Dan's words on Friday: he had told Trisha that she was his slut – that she would do whatever he wanted. At the time she had dismissed it; just something that some guy says, in the heat of the moment, trying to talk dirty to her. But now she realized that Dan had been right: here she was, thinking about ditching cheerleading practice just because he asked her to. Don't do it! The cheerleader's mind whirled. It's just sex, for God's sake! Don't do it! But even as she shouted those thoughts in her mind, over and over, she heard herself open her mouth and say:
"Um…Mandy, sorry but I think I'll be a few minutes late. Can you tell Coach Pennings?"
Mandy smiled. "Yeah, no problem Trisha. See you in a bit!" Then she was gone, her short blonde hair a blur flying out the door. Trisha took a deep breath, then grabbed her purse and her phone, and headed towards the door too. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: a petite cheerleader, barely over five feet tall, with a slender body, light brown eyes and a pouty face framed by wavy brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her cheerleader's blouse was tight and snug, hugging her dainty frame. Her 32C-cup tits bulged against the stretchy fabric, and her slim waist was exposed too; the top stopped an inch or too above her belly button. The pleats of her cheerleading miniskirt swished around her thighs, accentuating her firm ass, curvy in contrast to her slender waist and legs.
Trisha took a deep sigh, then slowly walked out the door. She was lying to both Britney and Mandy now, but somehow, the only thing that she could concentrate on was the thought of Dan's dick, pounding deep inside of her…
The cheerleader's guilt followed her all the way into the parking lot. Even as Dan's car pulled up to the curb, half of her wanted to run away, back to the football field, back to her friends. All I feel now is guilty…I can't take it! But then the window slid down, and she caught a glance of Dan's face.
The lifeguard was wearing a pair of sunglasses, his mouth fixed in a big smile, his hair short and curly. His tan, muscular body was clothed in a plain T-shirt and ripped jeans. It's funny… Trisha thought as she climbed into his car. This isn't how I picture Dan at all. When she thought of Dan, all she saw in her mind was how he looked when he was fucking her – naked and sweaty, fierce, with an almost crazed look on his face as he bent over her. It was weird to see him clothed and normal, looking like a regular person. She almost didn't recognize him.
"Wow." Dan was stealing sidelong glances at her as he drove. "Damn, Trisha. I don't remember these outfits when I was in school. You look very cute, my slut."
As soon as the car had pulled away from the curb, Dan's hand was already on the cheerleader's slender, bare thigh, gently stroking it, sliding under the pleated hem of Trisha's miniskirt. Instantly, the girl's frustration with herself began to melt away, and she let out a soft sigh and shuddered slightly at the feeling of his hand. She couldn't help it; her body had already come to identify the touch of his hand with the feeling of his cock inside of her, it was already anticipating another incredible orgasm. Part of her was still desperately trying to remember her broken promise to Britney, her lies to Mandy. But it was so hard to think of anything but his hand, sliding so close to her pussy, and his body, pressing her down and pumping deep inside of her.
Oh, by the way," Dan grinned as he turned onto another street. "We're going to a motel room. It's only a few blocks away."
"Oh…we are? Why can't we just…ohhh…." Trisha never got to finish her question. Dan's hand had slid further up her legs, brushing against her panties, teasing the snug, bulging pussy beneath it. The cheerleader whimpered softly as the lifeguard's hand lightly stroked back and forth, egging her on with slight touches against her cunt, already growing wet. Trisha didn't manage another question for the rest of the car ride.
"We're here." Dan's car pulled to a stop in a small parking lot. Trisha was grinding gently on the passenger car seat, her legs tense and spread wide, her eyes closed and her bottom lip trembling. Dan's hand was still buried under her skirt, nestled in her panties, and the cheerleader's twat was dripping wet, her entire body burning with her desire for more after being teased the entire car ride over.
Thank God! Trisha opened the car door and was about to leap out, when Dan suddenly grabbed her shoulder, and began pulling something over her eyes.
"Wha…what's going on?"
"It's a blindfold," the lifeguard said, grinning. "I'm putting it on."
"Wait…w-why…" Trisha wanted to ask him why she had to wear a blindfold, or even to tell him to stop. But it was so damn hard to piece together a sentence with his fingers buried in her pussy, dipping so deliciously in her tender, soaked flesh, rubbing through her panties, teasing her petite body with jolts and twinges of pleasure. Instead, she was silent as Dan finished pulling the cloth over her eyes. All she could see now was black, and she waited silently in the car until she felt Dan's hands around her dainty waist, guiding her out of the car.
The cheerleader could feel the sun on her skin as she let Dan guide her across the parking lot, her miniskirt flouncing around her ass. His hands were around her waist, and even as they walked together, she felt his fingers sliding down, sneaking under the waistband of her cheerleading skirt. Her body flushed at his touch and her pussy cried out for more, but she squirmed in protest.
"Dan!" she said, softly. "People can see!"
"There's no one here, Trisha," he whispered back, and his hand slid an inch further under her miniskirt, lightly grazing her panties, his fingertips deliciously close to her soft cunt
"Ohh…" she whimpered, "…no, Dan, stop!"
"All right, all right," he said. "The room's here."
Trisha heard a door creak open, and Dan guided her in, shutting it behind them. As soon as the door clicked shut, the cheerleader felt both of his hands slide further into her skirt, pressing gently against her soaked cunt. Alone at last, no longer out in the open, Trisha gave in to her lust, and she sank back against Dan and softly moaned her pleasure.
"Ohhhh yesss…" The cheerleader began to lightly grind against Dan's prowling fingers, pressing them even deeper into her twat, shivering with the twinges of pleasure that ran through her slender frame.
"Take off your panties, Trisha," Dan commanded, his fingers still deep in her cunt, gently grinding into her.
Still blindfolded, the cheerleader hurriedly obeyed, slipping her hands under her miniskirt, blindly fumbling for her panties until she found the hem, then tugging them quickly down her bare, slender legs. Daintily, she stepped out of them one foot at a time, untangling them from her tennis shoes, leaving them in a little pile below her feet.
"That's a good girl, Trisha," Dan said softly, still behind her. His fingers were now sliding up against her naked, tender cunt, fluttering her skirt's pleats as they moved, teasing her, barely pressing into the tender flesh even though she ached for more. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes…yes…" Trisha whimpered into the darkness. "God, it feels amazing…"
"Do you want to be fucked too, Trisha? Do you want a good, long fucking?"
"Yes…" Trisha nodded, lost in the feeling of his fingers in her cunt. She gave in to the pleasure, letting it wash over her body, building inside of her, filling her with a hungry excitement, picturing the wild, fierce fucking she was about to receive. Her breathing was fast, her entire body quivered with lust. "Please, Dan…" She heard a soft snicker as she shamelessly begged him. It was from Dan, of course – who else would it be? – but it didn't quite sound like him.
"You know, Trisha," Dan said, chuckling. "I don't know if one cock is enough for a slut like you. You might need many cocks, to please you."
Huh? Trisha blinked against the blindfold, confused. "I…um…"
The cheerleader was leaning against Dan now, her legs spread and trembling, her own hand now wrapped around his and guiding it even deeper into her cunt, driving further towards her carnal desire. Trisha was panting quietly, grinding and rocking her slender hips against his hand. She heard a snicker again, from Dan, but then she heard something else. It was another laugh, but it was slightly different; the voice was slightly higher, and more distant. It sounded like someone else. Something wasn't right. Even through the cloud of her lust, Trisha started to feel nervous.
"Dan…? What…what's going on?"
"Take a look, Trisha." And with that, the lifeguard swept off the blindhold.
Trisha blinked a couple times, and then gasped. The motel room was cramped, with a single bed in the center. She and Dan were on one side of the bed, near the door. On the other side, half a dozen guys, all about the same age as Dan, were standing and watching her, grinning. The cheerleader recognized one or two of them from the beach, and she suddenly realized that they must be other lifeguards. Dan's friends from work.
Oh my God! The petite cheerleader blushed a fierce crimson as she felt six pairs of eyes sweep up and down her body. She could see the desire in each of their faces as they took in the sight: an eighteen-year-old cheerleader, barely five feet tall, with a slender waist and hips, and a perky, 32C set of tits. Her cheerleaders' blouse was tight against her chest, and her boobs bulged out at them, two round, soft handfuls rising from a slim, petite figure. The zippered top stopped a couple inches above her hips, showing off her smooth, taut waist. Her discarded panties were piled on the floor between her feet, so they all knew that her naked cunt was covered only by her pleated miniskirt, fluttering out around her ass, stopping near the tops of her thighs and showing off her dainty legs. Trisha was still trembling against Dan, leaning against him as he plunged his fingers into her pussy, so wet with lust that she could feel some of her juices dribbling down her uncovered leg. Her sweet, girl-next-door face was locked in an expression of desperate lust. She was overwhelmed with lit, but even so, she couldn't ignore her embarrassment.
"Dan…what's g-going on…?" She stammered out. What's happening?? Were they waiting for us? "I…don't under – "
But Trisha never got to finish the sentence. Dan shoved her forward, and the cheerleader let out a yelp as she tumbled onto the bed, catching herself on her hands. The lifeguard's strong arms quickly grasped her legs and lifted them onto the bed. Then he hitched up her cheerleader's miniskirt, flipping it over her waist. Trisha was now positioned doggy-style on the bed, on her hands and knees, her naked, soaked pussy waiting for him. Her mind was divided, half of it still clouded with lust, half now wild with fright and confusion. The cheerleader turned her head to face Dan.
"Dan…" she pleaded again, trying her best to contain her lust, to stop the scene before it got out of control. "What are they doing here..? What's going on?"
Dan just unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, and even in her fright Trisha felt her heart skip a beat at the familiar sight of his gorgeous cock, thick and hard, ready for her once again. He laughed. "They're all here to give you what you need, Trisha. Every one of them."
The rest of the men laughed too, and Trisha turned back to see that they were beginning to surround her, some walking around the bed, some climbing next to her on top of it. The cheerleaders' eyes widened in shock. What??? What did Dan tell them about me?? Are they expecting me to…to…and with all of them??
But she already knew the answer. One of the lifeguards, who had clambered onto the bed in front of her, was now unzipping his fly, and Trisha could see a large bulge emerge as he stared down at her petite frame. At the same moment, she felt Dan's hands on her waist, and then that familiar, wonderful feeling: the tip of his cock against her cunt, positioned and ready to stuff her full, filling her body with an animalistic hunger. But the cheerleader's mind was whirling, and she tried to concentrate. This is crazy! There's seven of them!! What do they expect me to do??
She couldn't come up with anything to do but stare in shocked silence as the unknown lifeguard in front of her pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, throbbing cock. He was grinning down at her, sprawled across the bed on her hands and knees, as he slowly inched forward until the tip of his meat was inches from her lips.
"Well, Trisha? Be a good slut and suck the man's cock." A ripple of snickers ran through the room in response to Dan's command.
"Wait…no…Dan, h-hold on…" Trisha stammered. She didn't even know what she was going to say. What am I supposed to do? Why didn't he tell me beforehand?
But just then, without even asking, without a single word of warning, Dan bucked forward into the frightened cheerleader, and immediately every thought disappeared from Trisha's mind. His cock plunged into her tight cunt, stretching her open, thick and hard against her soaked, tender flesh. Trisha jolted as she felt him thrust into her, and immediately, instinctively, she rocked back against him, burying him even further inside her warm pussy.
"Ohhhhh…" Trisha let out a long, loud whimper as she felt him fill her. She couldn't help it; he had teased her the entire drive here, so that she was practically quivering with lust, so horny that her pussy juices were dribbling down her bare thigh. Her eyes brightened as she felt his grip tighten around her slim waist, preparing to pump ferociously into her, and she grabbed handfuls of the bedspread as she readied herself. For a moment, she forgot entirely about the rest of the room, about all the strangers watching her, and all she could think about was Dan's hard fucking. Her entire body was trembling with anticipation, her cunt stuffed full of his cock, waiting for him to begin bucking into her with the same force and strength that had made her scream with joy so many times before. But it never came.
Dan's dick was still buried in her twat, his hand still around her waist, but he wasn't moving his hips or thrusting into her. Instead, he was grinning down at her. He was waiting for something.
"I said suck his cock, Trisha. Suck it now." His command was harsh and firm.
Silent, trembling, the cheerleader stared at the thick cock in front of her. Dan's meat was so deep in her, so big and hard, but he wasn't fucking her the way he always did, the way her pussy was crying out for. The lifeguard's teasing fingers had already driven her out of her mind with lust, and now it was rising in her body, taking over her fright and replacing it with an eager hunger. Her pussy needed to be pounded. God…I'm so horny… Instinctively, she began to rock her petite frame against his hips, trying to drive his cock in and out of her cunt as best as she could, the bed creaking with her efforts. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she tried her best to pump herself on his tool. But just then, Dan's hands clamped down harder on her waist, forcing her to stay still, now with his cock only halfway inside her desperate twat.
"No, Trisha. I told you to suck his cock. And you won't get fucked until you do as you're told."
Dan's command rang through her ears: Suck his cock. No! They're all strangers! But her body was burning with desire; all she wanted was for him to fuck her. Why was he teasing her?
"Please…" Trisha meant to ask Dan to tell his friends to leave; she meant to say Please…let's be alone…I only want you to fuck me… But her lust was taking over her quivering body; it was fogging up her mind. All that came out was the last few words, in a soft, pleading whimper: "Please…fuck me…"
"No." Dan's voice was even more firm, and was starting to sound a little irritated. "Not until you suck his cock." And then, suddenly, Trisha gasped as she felt him pull all the way out of her. Noo!! Her pussy had never felt so empty in her life; driven wild and wet by his fingers, tender and aching for him, then teased with his full length…only for him to pull out completely a few seconds later. This was torture! Oh God, oh God…I want his cock! I need it! The cheerleader already knew what she had to do.
Slowly, silently, Trisha leaned forward, parted her lips, and gently took the tip of the second lifeguard's cock into her mouth, sucking gently, coating it with her slobber. He groaned loudly as he felt her slurp on his meat, and the rest of the room murmured with approval. Dan kept his word; a second later, the cheerleader finally got her reward. His hips began to rock slowly against hers, driving his thick tool deep, back into her dripping cunt. Yes…finally!! The cheerleader let out a muffled squeal of pleasure as Dan began to pump in and out of her, and in response, she leaned further forward, gulping down even more of the cock in her mouth, her soft lips wrapping around it, her tongue lightly grazing the bottom of his shaft.
"Ohhh…fuck," the lifeguard groaned, staring down at the cheerleader, and he slowly thrust his meat deeper against her lips, watching his shaft disappear into her mouth.
"Yeah, what'd I fucking tell you?" Dan bragged from behind her, his hands still on her waist, bucking his cock into her soaked twat. "She's a good little cocksucker, isn't she?"
"So good…fuck yeah man...." The lifeguard grinned down at Trisha, watching the whimpering cheerleader rock back and forth between him and Dan, her lips stretched wide, slurping noisily on his meat, her mouth wet and hot, her tongue soft and slippery against his dick. The petite girl had been so hesitant at first, but now that she was doing it, now that she was getting fucked like she had begged for, it seemed that she was losing her reluctance. She had taken almost all of his cock into her mouth, the tip pressing up against her throat, the rest of his shaft filling and stretching her mouth. Her lips smacked as they slid back and forth on his meat, rocking in rhythm with Dan's fucks and her muffled moans.
One by one, the rest of the men were reaching for the growing bulges in their pants, massaging their eager cocks through their pants. For now they admired the sight in front of them: a dainty little brunette, on her hands and knees and still in her cheerleading outfit, taking two cocks at once, rocking back and forth on the bed as one lifeguard pounded her twat while another plunged his rod into her open mouth. Rocking one way would bury Dan's meat even deeper in her cunt, while the other way would send her lips gliding deep down the cock in her mouth.
Trisha was lost in lust, relishing each of Dan's thrusts, pushing and pumping into her twat, hard and thick against her tender canal. Yes! Yes! Her body had almost burst with desire for Dan; now he was giving it to her exactly the way she loved, fast and deep and rough. She would have been crying her pleasure out loud, but since her mouth was busy, they were only muffled moans and sloppy, loud slurps, as the cheerleader did her best to work both cocks at once. Her heart was still thumping at the thought of all these strangers, at the shock of finding herself surrounded in an unknown hotel room – but the cheerleader was quickly losing herself to the feeling of Dan's cock in her twat.
"Oh fuck…that's so good…she's so good…"
"Yeah," one of the men watching said. "That mouth looks really fucking nice." The rest muttered their approval, their voices mixing with Trisha's soft whimpers and groans and the wet sounds of her lips around the lifeguard's cock.
"You think that's good?" Dan said loudly. "You gotta feel her pussy." He grinned proudly at the rest of the group. "Hey, Sam. Come here. I'm serious. Feel how tight she is."
Trisha's mouth was still full and she was still facing the other lifeguard, but she felt Dan's grip loosen on her slim waist, and his cock slowly slid out of her pussy. Her dripping cunt felt empty, and she immediately wanted more, her body ached to be filled again. But only a few seconds later, she felt someone else behind her. Sam had practically sprinted over to the bedside, wrenching off his pants and positioning himself behind the petite cheerleader, grabbing her hips just like Dan. Trisha's mind flashed with panic. Wait!! He wasn't even going to ask her! Were they just going to pass her around like a common whore? W-wait…wait a minute!! In an instant, Trisha's panic returned, and she turned her head, letting the cock in her mouth slither out. She began to squirm against his grip, and opened her mouth to protest. Stop!
But before the cheerleader could say a word, Sam's cock was already pressed up against her cunt. He was too eager to take his time. In the next instant, he slammed the full length of his dick into her soaked twat. At the same moment, Trisha felt hands around her head; the lifeguard in front of her still wanted more, and he was pulling her mouth back towards his cock. Trisha's eyes popped open as his cock pushed past her lips, stretching them open and once more sliding deep into her warm mouth. At the same second, Sam bucked a second time into her cunt, and the force sent her reeling forward on the bed, her forehead ramming into the chest of the lifeguard in front of her, and scrunching her nose against his pubes. Her slobbery lips flew down to the base of his cock, thrusting his meat deep into her throat. Surprised, Trisha gagged on his length.
"Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned, and the other lifeguard let out a wild groan as his hands flew to the back of Trisha's head. The cheerleader felt his strength, and his fingers burrowed in her hair; he was holding her down, keeping her nose pressed against his crotch and her lips locked around the base of his cock. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, gagging again, her breathing cut off, her throat convulsing and her mouth squirming against his shaft. But he was too strong, and he kept his hands firm around her head, forcing her to stay with his dick buried in her throat. Trisha's eyes widened and her choking grew louder, drool spilling out of her struggling lips, until at last the hands let her go, and the cheerleader wrenched back, taking a deep breath. Her slobber, now everywhere from her gag reflex, dribbled off the cock and onto the bedspread.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!!!" Sam was still bucking ferociously into Trisha, his dick stuffed deep in her cunt, his hips wild and frenzied as he fucked. The cheerleader could hear the slap of his balls against her. He was pounding into her with all his strength, each thrust reverberating through her little body, punishing her tight pussy.
Again the cheerleader turned her head to look back at him, desperately intending to wrench herself out of his grasp. He didn't even ask me! But then she caught a glimpse of his face, tan and freckled. It was locked in an expression of pure ecstasy, and he was staring down at Trisha's firm ass and slim hips, his eyes fixated, his pupils so wide she thought they would pop out of their sockets. His entire body was tense; it was like he was trying to use every single one of his muscles to drive his cock into the cheerleader's pussy. His force was rocking her entire body back and forth on the bed, making it creak and shake with her movements. Wow… he's so rough…just like Dan…just the way I like it… As she felt him grinding into her, filling her, pounding her, her lust was beginning to build again. Ohhh… A tiny moan escaped her lips, Trisha felt herself slowly start the same rocking motion again, one way letting Sam bury his dick inside of her, the other way slurping back down on the soaked rod in her mouth. Back and forth, the two men resumed fucking the cheerleader from both ends, filling her cunt and stretching her lips, this time while Dan watched from the side of the bed.
"Don't think Sam's gonna last very long!" he said, laughing.
He was right. Trisha could hear his grunts growing louder and fiercer, and each thrust of his cock seemed harder than the last, pumping so deep inside of her, thick and throbbing in her little body. She could hear him panting like a wild man, his meat slamming her cunt with such ferocity that she knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up, that he had been driven into a frenzy by his lust for the cheerleader's petite body, for her soft, delicious pussy. Trisha was surprised to find a shudder of lust running through her body at the thought. He's like some crazed animal, pounding into me…he can't get enough of my pussy! The rest of the room was laughing at his eagerness.
"Hey Sam!" Dan called out. "Remember the rules! Don't cum in her pussy!"
"Ahhhh!" All of a sudden, Sam yanked his cock out of Trisha's swollen cunt and raced around to her front, frantically pushing the other lifeguard out of the way. He was planning to cum in Trisha's mouth, but he didn't make it.
"URGHH!!" With a loud groan, Sam wrapped one hand around his cock and let loose a long stream of cum, spraying it across Trisha's surprised face. The stream impacted across the bridge of her nose, warm and heavy on her skin, a bit splattering into her eyelashes, and started to dribble down towards her lips. Sam, apparently giving up on making it into her mouth, shuddered gently as another rope of cum gushed onto her forehead, thick and gooey, and a third splashed onto her right cheek. Trisha had opened her mouth in shock, and now Sam's fourth, final stream of cum shot straight in, spraying drops of the salty spunk across her tongue.
Panting and spent, he took a step back, and the seven lifeguards were left admiring Trisha. The petite cheerleader was sprawled across the bed, on her hands and knees, her perky tits bulging out of her tight blouse, her pleated miniskirt hitched around her waist. Her face was covered in a load of cum, already streaming past her lips and dribbling down her chin. Trisha glanced around and realized that all of them now had their pants at their knees and their cocks out. Seven stiff, pulsing dicks, with seven hands stroking them as they stared down at her, forming a semicircle around the bed. They're all waiting for their turn with me, she suddenly realized. And two of those cocks have already been inside me…
Sam's pounding had been incredible vicious, and Trisha half-expected to find herself sore and exhausted. But instead, her twat was only tender and wet, aching for more, crying out for another hard cock to fill her. A slight shudder ran through Trisha, and she realized that her body was flushed and hot, practically trembling with lust. Her entire body felt empty, now that Sam was no longer plunging into her. It was the sight of each of those cocks, she realized, ready for her, waiting to pound into her from every direction. Their faces were hungry with desire; their muscles tense and ready to pounce on her little body, ready to take her and ravish her. It was almost too much to bear. Every single one of them had grown rock hard at the sight of her lithe, slender frame, at the way she had moaned and whimpered around the cock in her mouth, at the way Sam's cum was dripping down her cute, pouty face. They're all thinking about fucking me now…about what it would it would feel like to be inside of me…
Before, the sight of all of them in the room, the sheer number of them, crowded and excited, had scared her. But now, as she stared at their cocks, she couldn't even remember what she was frightened of. Now, the thought of servicing each and every one of them was the hottest, naughtiest scene Trisha could imagine, and it thrilled her. The cheerleader quickly licked her lips, lapping up the cum that had flowed over them, and then, with a loud gulp, swallowed Sam's spunk. A shiver of eager, carnal lust ran through her as she savored the salty-sweet flavor of his cum, and without even thinking, without even a moment's pause, the cheerleader closed her eyes and softly whimpered out:
"Please…I want more…"
For a moment, all of the lifeguards – even Dan – were too shocked to move. The dainty cheerleader looked so innocent, barely five feet tall, her face sweet and cute. Barely half an hour ago, she had been led into the room blindfolded, unaware that they were even waiting for her. Now here she was, spread out on the bed on her hands and knees, freshly fucked by two cocks, a load of cum splattered her face – and she was begging for even more!
"You heard her, boys!" Dan shouted out, finally. "If she wants more, we'll give it to her!"
The cheerleader saw only a flash of movement as the crowd surged towards her, and she let out a yelp as she felt arms and hands all over her body, hungry and wild, lifting her and flipping her over. Trisha was now lying on her back on the bed, her gorgeous tits poking up like two bulging hills, her hair spilling across the bed and her face still dripping with Sam's cum. Even before her eyes refocused, she felt two thick hands grasping her thighs and yanking them into the splits, hoisting them over her petite body and spreading them wide. The cheerleader didn't even have a chance to gasp, as she felt another hard tool pressing up against her cunt. It sank into her easily, stabbing into her tender flesh, plunging deep and sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
"Ohhh…" she moaned, and frantically, she tried to raise her head to see the face of the third man to fuck her today. But at that same moment, another one was climbing onto the bed, on his knees, and was straddling her chest, so that his body blocked her vision and his cock was dangling above her whimpering mouth. Before she could respond, Trisha felt two hands on the back of her head, and suddenly, he was lifting her face up to his cock, her head now raised above the bed, cradled in his hands with her wavy brown hair dangling. His stiff tool pressed past her unexpecting lips, sinking into her soft mouth.
Trisha's cry of pleasure were smothered mid-moan: "Ahhh…ahhh-mmmf!!" The lifeguard was grunting and groaning as he plunged his cock into her mouth, stretching her lips, prodding against her warm tongue. He was using her mouth like a pussy, holding her head in his hands exactly like Dan had been holding her hips while he fucked her, steadying the cheerleader's face for him to plow even further, sinking into her throat. Trisha's moans were now mingled with noisy slurps and gurgles. She could still feel the cock in her cunt, so thick and stiff, working her soaked twat, pumping into her body with strong, rhythmic strokes. The bed creaked back and forth as the two lifeguards stuffed the cheerleader full, her slender legs spread and hoisted in the air, her head flopping back and forth in a stranger's hands as he grinded his hips into her mouth.
Her vision was completely cut off by the bucking hips in front of her, but Trisha felt two hands grab each of her wrists, raising her empty hands off the bedspread. Confused, the girl tried to turn her head to see, but she couldn't fight against the hands buried in her hair, keeping her steady. A second later, though, she felt both her hands guided towards hot, hard flesh, and she quickly understood. Blindly, still gulping down the dick in her mouth, the cheerleader wrapped her fingers around the two anonymous cocks, and began to slide up and down, jacking them off.
Dan let out a loud whoop, rising above Trisha's muffled moans and the grunts of the rest of the room. Trisha had fulfilled her role as a slut more than he could have ever imagined. The young cheerleader was servicing four cocks at the same time – one plowing into her soft cunt, one roughly pumping in and out of her mouth, and now two more in her hands, two that she couldn't even see as she slid her fingers up and down their lengths. Her bare, spread legs reared back in forth in the air with the motion of the bed, the shoelaces of her tennis shoes flopping against her ankles. Her arms were stiff in the air too, as she did her best to jack off the two cocks she couldn't see. All the while, Trisha could only think of the feeling of the hard shaft in her twat, pumping so hard and deep, filling her little canal, like a filthy slut deserved. This is so dirty! The cheerleader let out a loud, muffled moan as the thought raced through her head. I'm getting off four guys at once! Four guys I don't even know!
"Hey, Chuck, hurry up man!"
"Yeah, we've got a line here buddy!"
Yes!! The cheerleader thrilled at their words. A line…they're all waiting in line to pound into me! The cock in Trisha's cunt plunge extra-deep, his hips hard against her, his balls pressed against her crotch.
"Uhh…I'm…almost there, guys!" The man named Chuck was grunting, and his powerful thrusts sped up, gaining even more force. Trisha felt her entire body begin to rock back and forth, like the entire room was moving, as the bed began to sway and creak with Chuck's pumps.
"Ahhhh! Yes!!" The cheerleader opened her mouth wide, and a scream burst out of her. She was barely able to concentrate now, the way Chuck was pounding so deep inside of her, stretching and filling her little canal. The third cock in my pussy today! She tried her best to keep jacking off the cocks in her hands, but her fingers began to slip off the shafts, and each time the owner would have to grab her wrists and guide her hands back to their places.
"Ahhh! Move man, move!" The cock plowing into Trisha's mouth obeyed, and Trisha caught only a glimpse of Chuck scrambling onto the bed before he too was straddling her face, and his throbbing, red-hot dick pushed deep into her mouth.
"UGH!!!" Chuck's grunt was just like Sam's, and Trisha could feel his shaft spasming against her stretched lips as he sent his jism down her throat. His cum began to flood into the cheerleader's mouth, stream after thick stream, and Trisha frantically gulped it down to keep it from overflowing out of her lips. He had only had a chance to thrust himself halfway into her mouth before he came, and now Trisha sweetly leaned forward and slurped the rest of his length down, letting him enjoy the feeling of being buried in her throat while his cock continued to spasm in his climax.
"Ohhh…" Chuck grinned down at her, and she winked back up. But even before he had finished cumming, another lifeguard had taken his place at the edge of the bed, and Trisha's body flushed as the next cock slid into her throbbing cunt. This one was slower, and not as fierce, but the thrusts were just as delicious, sliding against her tender canal, letting the petite cheerleader relish every inch of his thickness inside of her. Chuck took a moment to savor the feeling of Trisha's throat wrapped around his cock, but finally he pulled out, and the cheerleader's lips popped off his shaft with an audible smack. As soon as he rolled off her, exhausted, Trisha could feel the bed bouncing as two more clambered on. Both of them had wanted to take Chuck's place, straddling her face and viciously fucking her soft mouth. Their dicks were rock-hard after watching three cocks fuck the petite cheerleader, and neither of them wanted to wait.
"I'll go first, man."
"No way. I got to her first."
They're fighting over me… They were kneeling on the bed, on either side of Trisha's face, their cocks dangling over each of her cheeks. As the cheerleader looked up, she could see that they were both glaring at each other, demanding to be the first one inside her sweet mouth. Trisha giggled, and even as they were still arguing she reached up and took both of their rods in her hands, wrapping her fingers around their shafts. Immediately, they both fell silent, staring down at her in shock. That shut them up! Thoroughly enjoying herself, Trisha flashed a grin.
Slowly, eagerly, she leaned to the left, and took that cock in, gentle and soft, running her flat tongue across the bottom of his shaft, enjoying the shudder that ran through his body has he did it. With a slobbery pop she slipped his meat back out of her lips, then, with a grin, turned to the right, and plunged the other dick into her mouth, greedily gulping it down too, covering it with her saliva. She kept one hand wrapped around each cock, hanging just inches over her face, switching between them, jacking one off while she slurped up and down the other.
Trisha felt hands sliding under her back, gripping her dainty waist, and her body was slowly rocked back and forth on the bed by the lifeguard fucking her, pulling her petite hips forward to meet his rod full-on, her pussy engulfing his shaft, wrapping around it like a soft, tight sleeve. Her tits jiggled in her blouse as she switched back and forth between the two cocks in her hands, letting them both feel her plump lips slide down their shafts.
The cheerleader still hadn't cleaned the load of cum off her face, and she could feel the sticky streams drying on her nose and cheeks. She had turned to the right now, her body gently swaying back and forth on the bed, her swollen pussy stuffed to the brim with a hard cock, and she eagerly gulped down the dick to her right into her mouth, steadying him with her hand, bobbing back and forth as her lips glided across the soaked shaft. She could feel his meat throbbing against her lips, each pulse exciting her lust even more, her tongue hungrily lapping at the underside of his shaft as she stuffed it into her mouth. The cheerleader took a deep breath, and then dipped her head forward, throating the full length of the cock, feeling it shimmy down her throat, halfway to her stomach, stretching her slobbery lips wide. Trisha kept that position for a few seconds, holding her breath, before pulling him back out, and before she could even catch a breath she turned to the left and popped the other cock into her mouth, slurping up and down greedily, too excited to pause even for a moment. Both of their shafts were coated in a thick sheet of her drool, and her fingers were slick with it too, sliding across their throbbing lengths as she took each of them into her mouth in turn.
All the while, the third lifeguard continued to pump her cunt with slow and steady strokes, his dick stretching and prodding her open, filling the petite cheerleader's twat completely. The cheerleader moaned through her slurping; soft, muffled noises that rang through the room and egged on the three men that were violating her. Trisha had never felt so dirty before, so unbelievably slutty: sprawled across a hotel bed, her legs spread for each lifeguard to pound into her soft pussy. Both her hands were holding a cock, and the cheerleader was whipping her head back and forth to service both of them, hungrily slurping on their lengths, throating them each in turn, enjoying the feeling of her lips wrapping around their throbbing shafts. Her eyes were fixed on their faces, watching both of them, drinking in their expressions as they eagerly stared down at her in awe and lust, waiting their turn to plunge into her mouth. They were staring down at her just like the rest of them, crowded around the bed, taking in the sight of her dainty body being fucked and rocked across the blanket. Her excitement was building; the only thing that could make her stop sucking one cock was the chance to turn her head and eagerly gulp the other one down.
I'm so nasty! The cheerleader's body shivered at the thought, nearly bursting with lust, rocking back and forth on the bed as a random cock plowed into her. I can't believe how slutty this is…my face covered in cum…my pussy being ravished by every cock in the room…A spasm of pleasure raced through Trisha's stuffed twat, flowing through the rest of her red-hot body. This is hotter than anything I could have imagined! I'm the dirtiest slut ever! The thoughts eagerly raced through the cheerleader's mind. The nastiest, naughtiest slut of all…
"Yes!" she cried out, taking a break from sucking the two cocks just long enough to scream out her pleasure. "God, yes!!"
Trisha heard Dan's voice rising above the grunts and moans, responding to her. "You like that, Trisha? How does that cock feel?'
"Ohhh!!" she shouted back, rocking back and forth on the bed, jacking off both of the soaked rods in her hands before plunging one of them back into her mouth.
"You're a little slut, Trisha, aren't you?" Dan knew exactly what turned the petite cheerleader on, and what to say. As she pumped and bucked on the bed, she drank in every word he yelled. "You're a dirty little slut!"
"Yes!!!" She could feel the hands around her waist gripping her tighter, with carnal eagerness, yanking her back and forth, drawing her into the thick, hard rod that pounded into her tight cunt. The cheerleader's head was swinging back and forth, her lips plunging down on one cock, burying the shaft in her mouth for one long moment, then just like that switching to the other one, gulping it down, slurping and moaning noisily.
Then, as she rocked back and forth, sucking and moaning and fucking, she felt a pair of fingers reaching between her legs, towards the cock that was thrusting deep into her pussy. Immediately, she knew it was Dan, and she opened her mouth wide and let out a wild scream of pleasure as she felt his hand close around her bulging clit.
"Yeah, slut!" Dan shouted, his fingers now gliding over her red clit, rocking along with the little cheerleader's body. "Keep sucking those cocks!"
Trisha did as he said, turning back and forth, her hair flopping as she did it, slurping down both the cocks as deep and as fast as she could. Dan's fingers on her clit were so incredible, gently grinding into them, tender but firm, driving wave after wave of pleasure crashing over the ravaged cheerleader's body. She was having trouble concentrating now, unable to service all of these cocks at once; her slippery fingers began to slide off their rods, her lips were slobbery as she moaned and slurped. Trisha's pleasure was thrusting through her, carnal and uncontrolled, and she couldn't stop scream after scream from bursting out of her even as she sucked, causing her to gag and drool.
"Yes! Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, yes!!"
Dan's fingers on her clit sped up, grinding into the swollen nub, tweaking and stoking her pleasure. Suddenly the cock in her twat was fucking her harder and faster, too, pumping Trisha's body back and forth on the bed, her legs swinging, her tits flailing in their tight blouse. The two of them were filling her with an incredible lust, and the cheerleader burst out with an ear-splitting scream.
"YESSS!!! OH GOD YESS!!" Trisha could feel the pleasure overwhelming her violated, ravished body; one cock balls-deep in her soaked pussy, two more in her hands, each thrusting into her soft mouth in turn, interrupting her screams, spearing down her throat. Dan was working her clit so hard, and the cheerleader was panting, barely able to keep up with the lust throbbing through her. Ohhh…ohhh!!! She could feel the lust in all of them too, throbbing through their hard dicks, ready for her, all working together to fill her with pleasure, all waiting to pound into her from every direction. She could feel them hovering over her, watching her fuck, pushing and jostling to be next. She couldn't wait; she would fuck them, and suck them, and jack them off, and swallow all their cum…ohhh…it's too much!!
The cheerleader's back arched and her chest heaved as her orgasm raced through her. She could feel her pussy tightening and convulsing around the cock pounding deep into her, and it was sending powerful, endless spikes of pleasure coursing through her, sending her into her own world of carnal lust. Her hoisted, spread legs were jolting uncontrollably in her climax, her feet flailing, her toes curled in her tennis shoes, her hips thrashing, her lips trembling. She was reduced to panting and yelping now, completely out of breath, unable to do anything but tremble and flail in the throes of her orgasm.
"What a whore!"
The rest of the room shouted and whooped as they watched the petite cheerleader thrash across the bed in her orgasm. Trisha closed her eyes and felt the pleasure wash over her, listening to their shouts. Yes, I am a whore! she thought, even as her body continued to quiver and the waves of lust rushed through her. A dirty whore, who wants all of these cocks, just for her! Dan's fingers were still gently grinding into her little clit. She could feel the two cocks, thick and throbbing in her hands, and the third one, pounding her pussy, hard and fast, so deep that it felt like it was piercing her in two. A naughty slut, who just wants all of these cocks to fuck her! Every single one…
And Trisha got exactly what she wanted. One by one, the lifeguards each took their turn with the cheerleader's bright red, soaked cunt, pumping the petite girl's body hard, each one sending her into wails and whimpers of lust. Trisha lost track of how many times she gulped a cock into her mouth; how many times someone grabbed her head and thrust his meat past her lips, fucking her face just as hard as her violated twat; how many times she wrapped her saliva-soaked fingers around a shaft and guided it deep into her mouth and down her throat. She lost track of time altogether; the only she could think about was all the cocks pounding into her little body, from both ends, sending her into wild quivers and throes of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her pussy stuffed full, relishing her own incredible sluttiness.
Her lips ached, and so did her legs, hoisted and spread in the air for so long – but she didn't care. All the cheerleader wanted was more; every time a cock slipped out of her mouth she eagerly swung her head around, searching for another one to slurp down, and whenever someone finally stopped plunging into her twat, her petite body trembled and ached to be filled again. Trisha had never experienced anything like this before; her body overwhelmed and taken with lust, completely violated, a crazed, wild teen lost in pleasure, her only desire to take as many dicks as her little body could handle.
All of the men obeyed the rules too, always refraining from cumming in her pussy. But no one else made it into her mouth before they came; they didn't have that much self-control. They would each clamber onto the bed when they were about to climax, throbbing dick in hand, dangling just inches over Trisha's mouth. Then they would catch the sight of her sweet, eighteen-year-old face locked in an expression of wild lust, rocking back and forth on the bed as some random cock plowed hard into her cunt, whimpering and yelping with pleasure, her big brown eyes sparkling as they feasted on the sight of a hard cock, her pouty lips open and begging for cum. At that moment, they couldn't hold it, and each of them would unleash their cum across the petite cheerleader's face; thick streams of white spunk that ran in lines across her forehead and nose, streaming down her cheeks, more ropes dangling across her open lips and dribbling down her chin.
By the end, Trisha was covered in a thick mask of cum, blanketing her cute face; not a single bit of skin was left uncovered by the gooey jism. There were long splatters of the sticky stuff drying in her hair, and some drops had even splashed into her eyes, wide and eager and wild with lust, happy to leave the cum plastered on her face, feeling it pour down her cheeks and her chin. More of it would dribble across the cheerleader's lips as she rocked back and forth on the bed in rhythm with her fucking, and she would sneak out her tongue and lick up the gooey jism, sampling and savoring the taste of six different men.
Dan was last. After the other lifeguards had spent themselves, he mounted the bed, grabbing the cheerleader's ankles and pushing them far forward, spreading the cheerleader's flexible, slender legs so far that her legs were parallel to the bed and her feet were practically hanging over her head, as if she was jumping and doing the splits in the air during one of her cheers. The movement raised Trisha's ass off the bed, so that her swollen pussy was now raised and totally vulnerable. Dan leaned forward, putting his weight into keeping Trisha like this; her dainty legs swung back over her body, her knees pressed against her chest, her shoelaces dangling over her cum-coated face, her ass up in the air for him to take. He positioned himself above her, and with a ferocious growl, plunged his hips down and hard, piercing his massive tool into the cheerleader's tender, ravished cunt.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Trisha's pouty, cum-coated lips opened wide with her yelp of pleasure. The rest of the room watched in amazement. They had all exhausted themselves, pounding and pumping this petite cheerleader, rocking her back and forth endlessly on the bed, using her little body as much as they desired. Every one of them had felt her hot cunt, snug and tight around their cocks, and her warm mouth slide down and wrap around their shafts. They had all fucked her as hard and deep as they wanted. And yet, through it all, she wailed and moaned in her own lust, greedily grabbing their meat and pulling it towards her open lips, bucking back against them on the bed, drawing their cocks further into her twat, pleading out loud for a new one every time someone pulled out of her. Now, she was sprawled across the bed with her legs hoisted over her like a yoga pose, her face blanketed with their spunk, her cheerleading skirt still hitched around her waist. Dan was powering into her with an incredible roughness, plunging his tool down and deep into her swollen cunt, burying himself in her violated body. And still, she was whimpering and squirming in pleasure, begging for more even as their cum dribbled down her face and into her hair.
"Yes, Dan! Oooh, yes! More! Harder!" The cheerleader arched her back and closed her eyes in pleasure, bucking up against Dan as best as she could, urging him to pump even further inside of her. Her little body was swaying back and forth on the bed, her cum-splattered hair tossed across the blanket. Dan was in the prone position over her, his full weight put into plowing his tool into Trisha's tight cunt, and each thrust of his hips sent the girl's ass burrowing into the mattress. The loud squeaks of the mattress springs mixed with the slap of his balls meeting her cunt, his deep grunts of effort and her wild, almost-hoarse cries of pleasure.
The lifeguard's hands were still around Trisha's ankles, pushing them as far over her body as he could, her bare legs hoisted over her body, so far that her feet were nearly touching the mattress near her head. The movement rolled the cheerleader's ass up to expose her twat completely to Dan, and now she grabbed her own legs around the backs of her knees and spread them further, showing off her cheerleading flexibility and spreading herself as wide as she could for Dan to thrust inside of her. His cock felt like it was stuffing her entire body full, pumping deep into her pussy, through her chest, spearing all the way into her head, frazzled and wild with lust. Ohhh…he's so powerful! So rough!
"Yesss! Ohhhhh Dan! Yes!!!" Her eyes still closed, Trisha's screams echoed through the room. A moment later, she felt Dan's hands leave her ankles, but she kept her own hands around her knees, hoisting her legs over her body, spreading them for Dan, swinging back and forth with the force of his pumps. Then, she felt his fingers groping at her thin, tight cheerleaders' blouse, even as he continued to thrust and pound into her swollen cunt. A second later, he had ripped it open, revealing the cheerleader's gorgeous tits, swaying with the motion of his fucking in her bra. Dan yanked the cups down her chest, and a second later, Trisha felt his firm hands on her naked breasts, squeezing gently, enjoying the feel of her soft skin, his palm against her hard excited nipples, sending sizzles of joy through her chest. The lifeguard grabbed hold of the two generous handfuls, and kept his grip as he began to pump even more ferociously into her, throwing the cheerleader's petite body back and forth on the bed, sending her into a wild frenzy of squeals and screams.
"Ohhhhh! YES! GOD!!" Trisha had never felt so violated, so ravished in her life. Her tits harshly groped and yanked, her lips feeling stretched and tired from sucking so many cocks, her pussy swollen and tender with the effort of taking half a dozen men. The feeling filled her with an excited hunger, and the only relief was to scream her pleasure out to the room, spreading her own legs wide and begging Dan to fuck her even harder. His cock was thick and throbbing, filling her little cunt so perfectly, firm and hot inside her tender canal. She could feel his lust for her radiating through his body, propelling his hips into hers with inhuman strength, burying his meat so deep inside of her that the force shook through the rest of the bed, tossing her back and forth, stuffing her aching body completely with his manhood.
Just then, the cheerleader opened her eyes, and glanced around. The rest of Dan's friends were all staring at her, their pants still around their ankles, their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. Trisha drank in their glances, her lust rising and growing as she stared at each of their faces in turn. Their expressions were a mix of lust and amazement; admiring her lithe, ravaged body as Dan plunged into it, shocked at her sheer nastiness, at the unquenchable lust of this eighteen-year-old slut. They can't believe how dirty I am… Trisha thought, grinning to herself. She found it hard to believe herself, imagining the sight in front of them: a petite cheerleader, her pleated miniskirt still flopping around her waist, her blouse hanging open as Dan fondled her tits. Her flexible legs were split and thrown so far back over her dainty frame that her toes nearly tapped the bedspread above her head every time one of Dan's thrusts sent her body rearing back. Her pussy was swollen and tender, soaking wet after being fiercely pounded by every one of their cocks. Her innocent, pouty face was coated in a drying sheet of their cum, her hair splattered and sticky with white streaks, her plump, soft lips open as scream after scream wrenched through her.
"YESS! YESS!" No matter how many times she yelled, Trisha couldn't release the wild, unstoppable lust building up inside of her, racing through her, filling her little body as she arched her back and cried out for more. I'm nothing but a whore! The cheerleader told herself, over and over, relishing the thought as it went through her mind. A nasty slut, a dirty whore…
"Fuck yeah, you whore!" Dan's voice was harsh and breathless, but it rang out above the cheerleader's screams. "You like my cock, you whore?"
"Yes, Dan, yes!" She shouted back, her pussy swollen and hot, her little body thrilling with each one of his cock's spears inside of her.
"You like spreading your own legs for me, slut?"
"Yes!" she shouted again, out of her mind with lust, drinking in every one of Dan's taunts.
"And you like all that cum on your face, don't you, Trisha? You like all these men taking their turn with you, watching you get fucked like a dirty little slut!"
'YES!" She screamed back, at the top of her lungs, and her back arched up off the bed in response, loving everything Dan said, thinking about the six pairs of eyes watching her body getting yanked back and forth on the bed, remembering each of their cocks plowing into her tiny cunt.
"OHHH! YESSSS!!!" Trisha was thrashing fiercly now, lost completely to her lust, bucking up against Dan's body, her legs flopping in the air, her chest heaving from her desperate screams. She looked completely wild, overwhelmed by her carnal desires, by the thought of all those cocks pumping into her, of her dirty sluttiness, sending her into a flailing frenzy across the bed as Dan continued to pound her twat. "YESSS!! YESS!!"
"Beg for my cum, Trisha!" Dan shouted back. "Beg for me to shoot my load in your pussy!"
"PLEASE, DAN!" Trisha wailed, without even a moment's thought. "Please cum in me!!"
"What do you want, Trisha?" His cock was throbbing, and she could feel every pulse tight in her soft twat. Her body was rising in excitement, eagerly awaiting his spunk, her heart thumping and her lust coursing through her. Hurry! Hurry!
"I want you to cum inside of me!" Her voice was hoarse from so much screaming, but she screamed anyway, and she began to use his words. "Cum inside your little slut! Shoot your load in your dirty whore!"
"Tell me, Trisha! Beg me!"
She could feel his body tensing, his hands tightening around her perky tits, his hips driving his cock into her twat like a steady jackhammer.
"Cum in me, Dan!" Scream after scream, Trisha begged him, until at last, it was only one word. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
"URRRRGH!!!!" Dan's hips drove hard and fast into Trisha, and she felt her bottom half lifted off the bed with his force, rolling her flexible body as if she were trying a backwards somersault, her back raised halfway off the bedspread, her legs tipping over and the tips of her tennis shoes planting in the blanket behind her head. The full length of Dan's cock was buried inside of her, bulging and throbbing in her pussy, and the cheerleader could feel every pulse and spurt as the lifeguard's cum gushed forth.
"Cum! Cum!" She kept screaming, even as he was already unloading his spunk inside of her, even as she could feel the hot warmth spreading through her entire body. Her own lust was kicked into another gear, driving through her like a spike. Her carnal pleasure hit her like a wave, rushing over her as she relished Dan's cum flooding her pussy, and it overwhelmed her in an instant. The cheerleader was upside-down and bent and twisted on the bed like a tangled ragdoll, but even so the rest of the room could see her begin to squirm and writhe.
"O-OHHHH!!! YESSSS!!!" The cheerleader's dainty frame trembled with the impact of her second orgasm, her pussy convulsing even as Dan's dick continued to spasm, firing endless streams of jism into her ravished cunt. His semen was as hot as her own quivering body. Each spurt would jolt through his cock and into her tender pussy, sending the rest of her into a wild spasm of her own, so that the two of them would jerk and shudder together, like a single body, a single wave.
"YES!! YES!! YESSSS!!!!"
Trisha drank in the pleasure that flooded her body, letting it wash over her. The cheerleader's mind was blank except for a single image; her petite, dainty frame thrown on the bed, her spread legs sprawled over her, stretched so far that her toes were planted in the blanket by her head, her face coated with cum, her pussy swollen and red. And Dan, animalistic and fierce, bent over her, driving her down into the bed with inhuman strength, filling her little cunt with so much lust that she thought she would burst.
"Ahhh…fuck…Trisha…" Dan's grunts were low and harsh, between his jolts and spasms.
At last, Dan untangled himself from Trisha, letting the panting cheerleader swing her exhausted legs back down. He stepped back from the bed, admiring the sight along with the rest of his friends. Trisha's cheerleading miniskirt was bunched up around her slim waist, her perky tits open to the room, bright red in some spots were Dan had grabbed them too hard. Half a dozen batches of cum were drying on her face, a sticky, white blanket that had dribbled down into her hair and across her neck. Trisha's swollen, violated pussy was bright red, and now a bit of Dan's copious load was leaking out of it.
Dimly, the cheerleader could hear muttering in the room, the sound of high-fives and laughter. She thought about what Dan had told all his friends about her before; that he had met this gorgeous, cute little girl, this eighteen-year-old cheerleader who was so slutty and horny that she would fuck him whenever he asked her; that she would probably fuck all of them with a little persuasion. She thought about him braggining to them that she would do whatever he wanted her to do – even getting gangbanged in a hotel room. Now, he was probably saying 'I told you so,' taunting the ones who had refused to believe that a girl that nasty even existed, basking in the glory of making a sweet little cheerleader beg for his cum in front of all his friends.
She lay on the bed for a few more minutes, listening to them laugh and joke. Finally, the petite cheerleader stood up. On trembling, weak legs, Trisha slowly made her way towards the motel room's bathroom. Dan's friends were pulling on their jeans, preparing to leave, grinning down at her as she stood, but she didn't pay attention to them. Instead, she slipped into the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her face was coated in endless streams of cum from half a dozen men, drizzled across her cheeks and her forehead, her nose and her lips, streaming down her neck onto her slender shoulders. Her long brown hair was completely unruly, and strands of it were plastered across her face, sticky with more ropes of white cum. Her unzipped blouse hung off her dainty frame, revealing her slim waist and her perky chest. Dan had roughly tugged her bra down, so now the cups were bulging her tits into an ample shelf, round and curvy in contrast to her slim body. Her wrinkled miniskirt was stuck to her butt, and the bottom of her asscheeks peeked out the bottom. They didn't even bother to take off my uniform. They just took me…they grabbed me and threw me on the bed and had their way with me.
In the other room, she heard the door open; Dan's friends were leaving. But Trisha stayed, still staring at the mirror. The petite cheerleader staring back at her was a violated girl; a dirty slut, who had ditched cheerleading practice to get fucked. Who had been brought unknowingly to a hotel room full of strangers, only to end up happily submitting herself to a seven-man gangbang. She suddenly caught sight of a glistening spot poking out from her miniskirt; trickling down her slender thigh. It was Dan's cum, overflowing out of her pussy.
The events of the afternoon played out in her head; remembering her guilt at seeing Britney only a few hours earlier, remembering how she didn't even want to meet Dan at first. And now here she was, flushed and thoroughly ravished, sweaty and sticky with cum. This is what he does to me…somehow he just turns me into some horny, crazy girl…he just brings the slut out of me and I can't control it.
"Well, Trisha? Did you enjoy your workout?"
Dan walked into the bathroom. The lifeguard was fully clothed again. He was tall and muscular, towering over Trisha in the mirror, looking like a giant in comparison to the petite girl. He was running a hand through his short, curly hair, grinning down at the cum-coated cheerleader.
"Clean yourself up Trisha. It's time to go," he said, without waiting for a response.
He tossed her a handtowel. Trisha caught it, still staring in the mirror. She took one more thoughtful glance at her face – sweaty, flushed, dripping and covered in cum – before finally closing her eyes and running the towel over herself.