***All characters are over 18***
Trisha's cheeks were bright red, and her hair was flopping across her face and her neck. The petite cheerleader was on her knees, a thick coat of drool blanketing her plump lips and her chin, running down her neck, dribbling onto her cheerleaders' uniform. Her pleated miniskirt was hitched up around her waist, revealing a black G-string, framing her round, firm ass. Both of her hands were pressing against the thighs of the varsity quarterback standing in front of her, and she gripped his legs hard, pulling herself into him, jutting her head hard and fast against his throbbing rod.
"Ahhh... oh shit... Jesus... Trisha... "
Trisha winked up at him, gulping and sucking, her loud slurps echoing through the empty locker room. She eagerly wrapped her tongue around the shaft of his cock as she sucked, running it along the edge, relishing the shudder that she could feel running through his body. Then, she throated him, easing his cock down as easily as if it were butter, stuffing her face with his meat and jamming her nose against his pubes. She continued to run her tongue up and down the base of his shaft as she buried it in her throat. The quarterback gasped and wheezed, his eyes ready to pop out of his head, his chest heaving as he panted. The cheerleader felt his hands on her head, lightly pushing her deep, deep down his rod. She slurped and drooled on him for a few more seconds before finally pulling him out of her throat, inhaling through her nose, still sucking on the end of his dick.
"Wow... this is... you're incredible... you're... ahhh!"
Trisha didn't even let him finish. As soon as she had caught her breath, she plunged back down for more, swallowing him deep into her throat, locking her lips around his shaft and slurping loudly. He yelled out loud then, his hands tight on her head, and Trisha felt the familiar throbbing in his meat grow fiercer and stronger, as if his cock was about to burst.
He's going to cum already?
Trisha couldn't help feeling a wave of pride rushing through her chest at her prowess, and her eyes glittered up at the quarterback, eager and excited, awaiting her prize as she slobbered.
"Ahhh... T-Trisha... I'm about to... "
She pulled his dick out of her mouth and wrapped both hands around his drool-coated shaft, jacking him off with incredible speed, her fingers a blur on his swelling dick.
"On my face!" she yelled, interrupting him in an excited voice. "Shoot it on my face!"
"Ahhh!"
A rush of joy swept through her eager body as she watched his cock shudder and jolt. A thick stream of cum spurted out of the tip, splattering across her face, one thick line that stretched from the part in her long brown hair between her bright brown eyes and down her nose and across her mouth. She couldn't help herself; her tongue snaked out and dabbed at the gooey mess strewn across her lips. Even as she licked up his seed, more came shooting forth, dribbling now all over her cheeks and her lips, a few drops splashing onto her chin and dripping onto her cheerleader's blouse. She grinned up at the quarterback as he gasped, one hand now on the locker bay behind him, trying to keep his balance. She kept jacking him off, slower now, letting him recover, before finally letting his softening cock go to run her fingers over her cum-coated face. Trisha was like a child with candy now, scooping up his cum off her face, collecting it in her fingers then greedily licking it up before running her hands back over herself for more. She saved all of his load in her mouth until she was sure she had gotten all of it, then finally swallowed it in one big, satisfying gulp.
Smacking her lips, Trisha grinned up at the panting quarterback as she stood, adjusting her skirt and her blouse. The quarterback was trying to gasp something out, but she ignored him, walking over to the mirror to look at herself. Her dainty reflection stared back at herself; barely five feet tall, with wavy brown hair down to her shoulders, and a slender, taut waist framed by flared hips and a perky, firm, 32C-cup chest. Her legs looked slender and petite in her cheerleaders' miniskirt. She had managed to clean her face pretty well, but there were several obvious spots on her blouse, where the cum had dripped down. She curiously dabbed at the spots with her finger, then shrugged.
Oh well.
She smiled at her own reflection.
It's not like it's the first stain I've gotten on this uniform!
"Trisha... you're fucking... incredible!"
She turned to face the quarterback, and giggled. He was leaning against the locker bay, completely worn out, staring at her with his mouth open and his softening dick still hanging out of his pants. This was always one of her favorite moments, right at the end of a good blowjob or fucking, when she saw them wide-eyed and tired out, staring at her as if she was some kind of goddess, gaping at her as she eagerly wiped her face clean of their cum or dug it out of her swollen pussy. She felt a thrill rush through her body as the quarterback's eyes swept admiringly up and down her little frame, still struggling to recover from her incredible blowjob.
Maybe I'll let him fuck me next time.
Trisha winked at him as she smoothed out her blouse and headed towards the door. "Aww... that's so sweet! See ya later, Brad!"
"W-wait... you're just gonna... leave...?" She heard him continue to sputter as she walked out, but didn't bother answering. She glanced at her watch as she headed towards the parking lot.
Eight minutes... looks like Britney owes me some money...
***
"You sure you're not just lying cause you want that twenty bucks?"
Trisha laughed. "I swear to God, Britney! I timed it. His cock was in my mouth at 3:45, and he was cumming on my face at 3:53. Which is less than ten minutes. Which means I won the bet!" She grinned as she said the last sentence extra loud into her cell phone.
"All right, all right. You don't have to fucking yell. I'll bring it tomorrow."
Trisha smiled. "Don't feel bad, Brit. You're just contributing to my college fund."
The head cheerleader's laugh rang through Trisha's earpiece. "Geez, Trish. You're really serious about going to college, huh?"
"Of course!"
"Still the good girl," the head cheerleader teased. "No matter how hard I try, I can't get it out of you. Once a good girl, always a good girl."
"Hey!" Trisha said, indignant. "Whatever, Britney! I know a certain quarterback who would beg to differ! And also a certain football coach... oh, and a certain clerk at Starbucks... "
She suddenly stopped. She had thought she heard something, high-pitched and very faint. The cheerleader didn't know what it was, but for some reason it made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Trisha? Trish, you still there, hun?"
"Yeah... yeah I'm still here... "
The sound was there, so faint that Trisha barely caught it.
"Hey Brit, I'll call you back in a minute, okay?"
"Sure, hun."
Trisha hung up her phone and slipped it into her purse, walking quickly now. She strained her ears, trying to hear the noise once more, waiting, hearing nothing but silence until...
there! That was it!
It was a scream. She was almost sure of it, but it was so faint that she couldn't tell. It seemed to be coming from the other side of the parking lot. Trisha quickly trotted over, curious, her cheerleaders' miniskirt swishing as she walked, her hair blowing backwards in the evening wind. Finally, she reached the other side, and heard it again. It was definitely a scream, and Trisha suddenly realized that it sounded familiar.
"HELP!"
Without even thinking, Trisha broke into a run. The voice was unmistakable; it was Mandy's. Even though they barely even hung out anymore, Trisha still considered her one of her best friends, and she instinctively began to sprint towards the sound of her friend's screams.
She was in the street behind the school parking lot now, running along the sidewalk, her miniskirt flopping up and down against her thighs, her tennis shoes squeaking on the pavement. She hadn't heard any screams for a while, but as she slowed down to catch her breath, she suddenly realized that she could hear scuffling further down the street, and what seemed to be the sound of muffled moaning. More slowly now, trying to keep quiet, Trisha strode forward, peering around each alleyway in turn.
Then, she saw them. Light from a single lamppost partially illuminated the alleyway, revealing three figures, clumped together, two large and one small. Trisha slowly took a step forward, and realized that Mandy was in the middle, and that both of her arms were being held by the other two people. They were two large boys, looking around college age, and like large frat guys, tall and muscular and dressed in sleeveless muscle shirts and cargo shorts. Each of them had a firm grip on Mandy's arms, and the girl was struggling in between them. They were laughing. One of them was leaning down, grabbing at her kicking legs, trying to steady them. The other was pulling at her twisting, struggling waist, trying to grab at her skirt. Mandy's face was fixed in an expression of pure desperation and panic, and Trisha could tell that her friend was fighting with every bit possible of her strength, but the two boys were just too strong. Without even thinking, Trisha rushed forward and shouted.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing??"
The three of them whirled around; for a moment, Mandy even stopped struggling in her shock. Trisha suddenly saw that Mandy's blouse was ripped and torn. It was a pretty, light green blouse that Trisha herself had picked out for her friend over a year ago, but now, there was a jagged gash torn down the middle, leaving the top hanging in shreds. Trisha could see Mandy's cotton bra, visible through the crack.
"T-Trisha!" her friend gasped, panting and pulling herself against the grips of the boys, her eyes wild with fear. "Please!"
"Well, looky here!" One of the boys said out loud, his words slurred. He was clearly drunk. "We got another one!" His eyes greedily took in Trisha's round, ample tits, and her smooth, bare legs.
"Grab her!" One of the boys, who had dark hair, grabbed hold of both of Mandy's arms, pinning them behind her back, leaving her to struggle and kick helplessly. At the same time, the other one raced forward, and before Trisha could take more than a step backwards, he had his hand around her arm, dragging her back into the alleyway.
"Shit, man... she's even hotter! A cheerleader! Check out this hot uniform. What a tight little body!" Trisha winced at the acrid smell of alcohol on their breath. A hand was running across the hem of her skirt, the fingertips brushing against the bottom of her barely-covered ass. She could almost feel Mandy's fear, as her friend panted and struggled only a few feet away.
