Feature Writer: Lisa Teez /
Published: 06.05.2007 Updated 09.12.2007
Feature Title: SATAN’S REVENGE 1 – 4  /
Story Codes: MC, MD, MF, FF, FD, GR /
Synopsis: The devil gets mad when his cheerleaders are bad /
Link: https://mcstories.com/SatansRevenge/index.html

 

Satan’s Revenge 1

Her name was Chrissy Wilde and her name suited her because wild was what she was. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and she knew she could do whatever she wanted. It hadn’t always been that way but after that night in the clearing, after that night, well after that night, that was the way it was now. She knew she was invincible.

She hardly gave that night in the clearing any thought whatsoever. It was almost as if it had never happened and in fact, as important as it was in her life, Chrissy hardly was able to recall it at all. She never talked about it. She never thought about it, and yet, that night had changed her life forever.

All she and her friends had really wanted was to be able to fuck without being told that they couldn’t but their coach had had other ideas. Miss Hanson had said that they were role models. She’d said that the rest of the school looked up to them and it was up to them to set a good example. Any misbehavior by any member of the cheerleading team was to be treated harshly.

Chrissy and her friends hadn’t believed it, not really. Oh sure, maybe a slap on the wrist if they did something wrong but nothing really bad was going to happen to them. They were cheerleaders for chrissakes. Hell, the rest of the girls in the school all wanted to be them and the guys, well hell, the guys all wanted to get their dicks inside them. One way or the other, each and every one of them was one of the more popular students in the school.

But then Sally Montinelli had been caught smoking some weed under the bleachers and she’d been suspended from the team for three months and Miss Hanson had lectured them once again on how they were role models, and when a week later, Becca Larson was kicked off the team for having sex with her boyfriend, well, that was the last straw. If a cheerleader couldn’t even get her pussy fucked whenever she wanted, what the hell good was it being a cheerleader. Something was going to have to be done about Miss Hanson.

It was Rachel Walker who’d come up with the idea. At first, the girls all thought it was crazy. Devil worship. Come on, that was just so stupid, but the thought of doing something like that, something that would really piss Miss Hanson off, that really appealed to the twelve seniors on the Varsity Cheerleading squad. Heck, if they got caught, so what. They’d be in it together, and if Miss Hanson wanted to kick all of them off the team, well, she could do that, but if she did, then she wasn’t going to have a team anymore so she really couldn’t do that, could she?

And that’s when the team thought of what it was they really wanted. Miss Hanson was good enough as a coach and she did know some cool moves so they didn’t want her to be totally gone but what they did want was to have her off their backs. Rachel had said they should ask for help. What, Shirl Jenkins had asked, you mean like go before the school board or something? The other girls had all snickered at that. Sometimes, Shirl could be so dumb, but the little redhead was just as horny as the rest of them, so dumb or not, she was still part of the group.

No, Rachel had said, she was thinking of looking to a higher power. That was how the twelve of them, including the banished Sally and Becca had found themselves in the clearing that night, chanting away, chanting for Lucifer, wanting him to come, wanting him to come and help them, wanting him to get Miss Hanson out of their way.

Chrissy really hadn’t thought it was going to work but it was something she wasn’t supposed to do and that in and of itself made it more than worth the effort.

But then it had actually had worked. He actually was there and Chrissy had felt a rush of power. It was intoxicating. She liked power and she’d known just from looking at him that this was a man of power. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. God, she wanted to fuck. She wanted it bad. The devil was a man. That meant he had to have a cock. Chrissy had moaned to herself. She had wondered what it would be like to feel that cock inside her. All she knew was that she wanted to feel it.

As the leader of the group, she’d done the talking. She’d told the devil that they wanted their coach out of the way and the devil had agreed and then the devil had asked for payment.

Chrissy really hadn’t thought that the devil would take her sister with him but her sister was always so good. Her parents kept asking her why she couldn’t be more like her sister even though it was plain to see that she was the older of the two of them. But still, Chrissy hadn’t thought the devil was going to take her sister. Just dirty her up a little. Take the bloom off her a bit, although Chrissy had known she wouldn’t have minded if the devil had done that to her, too.

The devil had accepted their gift and suddenly, Chrissy had felt it. The need to fuck, it had never been like this before. Sure, she’d had a cock inside her and she wasn’t above using her pussy to get what she wanted, but this was different. In a moment, Chrissy knew her intelligence had dropped precipitously and what she was left with was a mindless need to go out and have her pussy taken care of and it just didn’t matter where that cock came from just so long as she got it.

She’d stumbled out of the clearing. She’d needed to fuck. She’d needed it bad. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Chrissy was aware that like her, the other girls were streaming out of the clearing, like a wave of sex-crazed teenagers suddenly being unleashed upon an unsuspecting city.

Chrissy fumbled with the keys to her car. She was trying to remember which one was the key to her car but it was so hard. Oh wait, a minute, she thought. It was the one with the little door lock thingy attached to it. She pressed one of the buttons and giggled as she watched the lights on her car flash and then she giggled as they flashed again. This was fun, she thought.

But wait. There was something even more fun than watching her headlights flash and that was getting fucked. She climbed into her car. Now, if only she could remember how to start her car, everything would be fine.

Chrissy smacked into one of the cars in the parking lot and she giggled at that. “Oops,” she said to herself, “my bad,” and then she shifted gears again.

Driving was hard, Chrissy thought. It was a lot harder than she’d thought it would be, and speaking of hard, what she really needed was to find Bobby Winston. He’d been wanting to fuck her for so long. Well tonight just might be his lucky night.

Red lights in Chrissy’s rear view mirror suddenly caught her attention. “Oooh pretty,” she said, and then she heard the siren. She pulled the car over to the side of the road, just barely missing a parked car and she waited for the officer to come up beside her.

The first thought that crossed Chrissy’s mind was that the officer was kind of cute. “Can I see your license and registration,” asked the officer.

“Huh?”

“I said … aw, hell, have you been drinking, miss?”

“Drinking?”

“Yes, drinking. You know, alcohol.”

Chrissy thought it over. No, she was sure she hadn’t been drinking, She shook her head. Damn, this officer was cute.

“Would you mind stepping out of the car?”

“Not at all,” said Chrissy even as she emerged from the vehicle. “Is this the part where you frisk me?”

“All I need is for you to step out of the car.”

Chrissy turned around and she put a hand against her car even as she reached back with her other hand and pulled up her skirt. Her hand stroked her bottom and then she slid her hand down inside her panties. “Are you sure,” she asked. “I think I’ve really been bad and I think I need to have you search me just so you can find out just how bad I’ve been.”

Chrissy could sense the man standing there watching her and while teasing was fun, she knew what she really needed. She gave her ass a harsh smack. “Oooh, that’s so hard,” she moaned, “but I’ll bet you have something for me that’s even harder.”

“Um, miss, I don’t think—”

Chrissy wasn’t about to wait around to find out what the man thought. What she wanted from him required more action than thought anyway. She pushed the waistband of her panties down and then once, again, her hand was on her ass. She gave herself a harsh smack. “Mmm,” she purred. “I know I’ve been bad. I’ve been so bad.”

She gave her ass another smack and she moaned again. “Ooooh, I’ve been so bad,” she moaned. “What I really need is to have a big, strong man come and teach me how to be good.” She gave her ass another smack. “Won’t you teach me how to be good.”

Chrissy could almost sense that the man standing behind her was wavering. She moaned again as she slid her hand between her legs and she made sure the man saw what she was doing with her finger. She brought the hand up and she turned her head so the man could see her suck her finger into her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned, “I’ve been so bad.”

“Fuck,” she heard the officer moan and then she felt it, the feel of the man’s hands as he grabbed hold of her ass. “You really are one hell of a little slut, aren’t you,” the man said. “Well, if that’s what you are, then I got what you need.”

Chrissy moaned as the man stepped up behind her. “I’m sure you do,” she said as her hand slid from her ass to the front of the pants of the man coming up behind her and she moaned again. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The man pushed her hand away from the front of his pants but it was clear he wasn’t trying to make her go away. His hands worked at his gun belt and then they worked at the zipper at the front of his uniform. He opened his pants and he let them fall to his feet.

His boxers fell to his feet and he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “So you want this,” he said even as he rubbed the head of his cock up against the outer lips of her little, wet pussy.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad.”

The girl didn’t say much after that but she did moan as the man slid his cock up inside her and then she moaned again.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The officer had his hands on the girl’s hips as he powered his cock in and out of her cunt. “So you like this,” he said. “You like getting fucked like this.”

Chrissy moaned. “I love it,” she moaned again. “Fuck me. Come on, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The officer growled as he drove his cock even deeper inside that tight, little cunt. “So this is what you want to be, huh? You want to be a fucking, little slut.”

There was a time when that characterization might have bothered her but now, it just sounded so right. “Say that again,” she said.

“Say what?”

Chrissy let out another moan “Call me … call me … oh fuck, call me a little slut.”

The man plied the girl’s pussy with his cock. “You’re a fucking, little slut,” he said.

God, that was just making her so hot. She loved being called a little slut.

“You like that, don’t you,” the man said. “You liked getting fucked.”

Chrissy moaned. She did like it. She liked it a lot.

“Yeah,” the officer was saying. “a little slut like you, I know you like it. You know sometimes, we have to do cavity searches. That’s what I’m doing not. I’m doing a really deep, hard cavity search. Got to make sure you’re not carrying any drugs, you know.”

“I’m not carrying any drugs,” Chrissy retorted and then she laughed as she realized what the man was saying. “Oh I get it. A cavity search.” She moaned as the man’s cock hit a really good spot. “Oh yeah, that’s what I need a really good, hard cavity search. Got to search me really carefully.” She giggled at that. “You never know what I might be carrying.”

“My thoughts exactly,” the officer said and then he said something else. “So, are you really a cheerleader?”

Chrissy moaned as she felt that cock shove its way up inside her. How the hell could he know that, she thought. Boy, was this cop smart and then of course, she realized she’d left her pom poms on the back seat of her car.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I really am a cheerleader.”

“That’s good,” he told her, “because I ain’t ever fucked a cheerleader before.”

“Well, I haven’t ever been fucked by a cop before,” the girl moaned, “and I sure haven’t been fucked by a cop with a gun as big as yours.”

“You like this,” the man said, once again sticking her with his cock.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned.

“Then I imagine you wouldn’t mind if I shot off my big, fat cock, would you?”

Chrissy moaned again. “I want you to do it,” she moaned. “I want you to do it. I want you to shoot your cock off. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

It was almost as if what Chrissy wanted suddenly became reality because no sooner had she said it than she felt it, the feel of that cock shooting itself off in her pussy. Mmm, that was good. That was so fucking good.

Chrissy woke up the next morning still feeling horny but where the night before, she’d been mindless in her need to get a cock inside her, this morning, her intelligence had once again returned to her and she knew she was going to have to get fucked, again and again and again.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE

 

Satan’s Revenge 2

She’d remembered what they’d done. They’d stood in the clearing, twelve horny teenagers, and they’d made a pact with the devil and he’d accepted them. Chrissy was horny as all hell. She wasn’t just fucking for herself now, she knew. She was fucking for the devil, too.

Chrissy was still horny as all hell when she went to school that morning. On her way in, she stopped to pick up her best friend, Marci Winters. Marci wasn’t a cheerleader but the two girls had grown up together and they were the best of friends.

“Where were you last night,” Marci asked. “I tried to call.”

“I was out.”

“Out?”

“Yeah, you know. Cheerleading stuff.”

“Oh.”

That was all it took to shut Marci up. If it was cheerleading stuff, then she just wasn’t interested.

Chrissy took a peek at her friend as she drove. Marci wasn’t bad looking. She could have been a cheerleader if she’d wanted to. Hell, with Chrissy’s connections, she was sure she could have gotten the girl on the squad. It was just that she didn’t want to, and that was such a damned shame. Her friend was really pretty.

Pretty enough to fuck, the captain of the cheerleading squad thought.

Whoa! Where had that thought come from, Chrissy thought and yet, even as she thought it, she was looking at her friend again. It wasn’t like she hadn’t ever wondered what it would be like to be with a girl but it wasn’t like she had ever acted on those thoughts, either. It just wasn’t something she wanted to do.

But still, there was Marci sitting there next to her, looking pretty.

Chrissy pulled the car to a stop at a red light. She looked at her friend. Marci was talking away about her class with Mr. Morrison and what they were going to be covering next but all Chrissy could think about was what Marci looked like underneath her blouse.

“You know, Marci, I was thinking.”

Marci looked at her friend. “What,” she asked. “What were you thinking?”

Chrissy couldn’t believe she was doing this but she knew she couldn’t stop. She walked her fingers up her friend’s arm and then she was picking at the top button of her friend’s blouse. “I was thinking,” she said slowly, “what it would look like if we got you out of this blouse.”

“What?! You’re crazy.”

Chrissy’s fingers were still picking at the top button on her friend’s blouse. “Not at all,” she said. “I’m not crazy but I’d really like to see what you look like outside of that blouse.”

“No way,” Marci said.

But already Chrissy had the first button undone. “It’s so easy to say no,” she said soothingly, “but wouldn’t you really rather say yes.”

“Come on, Chrissy. Knock it off. We’ve got school to go to.”

Chrissy’s fingers picked at the second button. “But that’s not really an answer, is it,” she said enticingly. She let her fingers pull the button open and then she ran her hand over her friend’s firm, young tits. “But I know what you really need.”

“What,” Marci gasped.

Chrissy’s fingers undid a third button and then she was sliding her hand inside the other girl’s blouse. “I think you’ve been good for way too long. I think you need to be bad.”

“Chrissy,” her friend whimpered, “no-o-o-o-o.”

Suddenly, the goings-on of the night came back to Chrissy all over again. She’d given herself over to the devil and now here she was, ready and willing to seduce her friend and she knew she was going to do it. She was going to seduce her best friend for the devil. “It’s so easy to say no,” she told her friend. “Come on. Be daring. Say yes.”

Marci didn’t say anything so Chrissy leaned over and kissed her.

“Come on,” she said again. “Say yes.”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

Chrissy kissed her again. “Come on. Say yes.”

“I … I don’t know.”

Chrissy kissed her again. “Come on. Say yes.”

“I don’t know. I … I guess, maybe.”

The honking of a horn snapped the two girls out of their reverie. Chrissy looked up and then guiltily, she applied her foot to the gas.

Marci looked around her. “Where are we going,” she asked. “The school’s back that way.”

“I know,” Chrissy told her friend. “But we’re going somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

“Chrissy, this isn’t funny. We need to go to school.”

“In a way, you are going to school and you will be learning something new. Look, I’m your friend, right?”

Marci nodded.

“And I only want what’s best for you, right?”

Again, Marci nodded.

“So when I say we’re not going to school right now, it’s because I know what’s best, okay.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear any buts,” Chrissy interrupted. “I know what’s best, okay?”

“I … I guess.”

“Nuh uh. I don’t want to hear I guess. I know what’s best. I want you to say it.”

“I … I—”

“Say it. I know what’s best. Say it.”

“Okay,” the girl sitting next to her meekly said. “I’ll say it. You know what’s best.”

“That’s better. Now say it again.”

“You know what’s best,” Marci said glumly.

“Say it again.”

“You know what’s best.”

“Well all right then. Now, why don’t you shut up and let me drive.”

Marci opened her mouth as if she were going to say something and then she closed it without saying a word and Chrissy smiled to herself. She already knew she’d won at least the first round.

“What is this place,” Marci asked as soon as Chrissy pulled her car into the nearly empty parking lot.

“It’s called Serenity,” Chrissy told her friend. “It’s a hot tub place. Now, come on. Let’s go inside.”

Marci looked at the place. “I don’t think we should. Let’s go back to school.”

“Get out of the car,” Chrissy said and when her friend moved to rebutton her blouse, Chrissy stopped her. “Leave that,” she told her friend. “I like you like that.”

Marci stopped as if considering what she should do and then she was moving again, getting out of the car with her blouse still halfway undone and Chrissy smiled to herself.

Marci almost balked. “But I don’t have my swim suit,” she said.

Chrissy stamped her foot. “What we’re going to do, you’re not going to need your swim suit. Now, will you come on.”

Marci shook her head. She knew it was wrong but she followed her friend anyway.

Chrissy couldn’t help but notice the way the boy behind the counter stared at the two of them. The guy couldn’t have been much older than her or Marci and she was thinking that he might have been in the same school as them, but just a few years farther ahead. Chrissy was used to getting the attention but even Marci was receiving her own attention as the boy stared at her half opened shirt. “What can I do you for?”

“We need a room,” Chrissy said.

The kid looked them over and then he hand over a couple of towels. “That’ll be thirty bucks.”

Chrissy reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. “Here you go … what’s your name?”

“Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle. You’ve been most helpful, and I’m sure if we need anything at all from you, all we have to do is ask.”

“Well, yeah,” the boy said even as he slid the key across the counter to the girls. “That’ll be room 19,” he said.

The girls walked down the hall until they found the room and Chrissy turned the key in the lock. “I don’t know about this,” Marci said as she shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot. “I mean, this seems like a really bad idea.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake. We’ve been over this already. You know what we’re going to do.” Chrissy pulled her friend into the room and she closed the door behind them. “So since you know what we’re going to do, why don’t you stop arguing and get with the program.”

Whether it was tacit or not, Marci gave her approval because when her friend once again went to work on her blouse, she didn’t stop her.

Chrissy pushed Marci’s blouse off of her shoulders and then her hands went to her friend’s tits. They weren’t as big as hers but she liked them anyway.

Marci whimpered again as she felt her friend squeeze her tits but she had little more time for anything more than that because in the next instant, Chrissy was reaching around behind her and was undoing her bra.

Chrissy gave her friend a peck on the cheeks and then one on the lips. “Let’s see what these look like when they’re totally unencumbered,” she said and then she purred with delight as she pulled the bra free. “Oh, they’re so pretty. I just have to kiss them.”

Marci was sure she shouldn’t be letting her friend do this. Heck, Marci didn’t have to look at her watch to know she was supposed to be in school at that very moment, and yet, here she was letting her friend fondle her tits.

Marci moaned. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but it just felt so good. She loved the way her friend squeezed her tits. It felt so good.

Chrissy gave her friend a kiss. “You like this, don’t you,” she said. “You like it when I squeeze your tits, but I’ll bet you’d like it even more if I did something like this.”

Marci gasped as she felt her friend slide a hand up under her skirt and then she felt it, that hand reaching up between her legs and rubbing that place between her legs. She couldn’t help herself. She felt those fingers rub against her pussy and she moaned again. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

“I knew you were going to like this,” Chrissy said even as she pulled up her friend’s skirt and then she was cupping her hands under her friend’s ass, “and I know even more things that I think you’ll like. How about we get you out of those panties?”

Marci knew this was where she should say no but instead, she just whimpered out a response in the affirmative.

Chrissy already knew she was going to do whatever she wanted. Ever since the night before, she was just so fucking horny. She knew she had to fuck. She knew she had to do it. She needed to fuck long and often and if she could intimidate her friend into giving her what she wanted, then so much the better.

Chrissy pulled down those panties and then once again, she had her hand up under Marci’s skirt. Once again, her fingers found their way to Marci’s pussy but this time, there was nothing to keep her fingers off of that little, wet pussy.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you like this,” Chrissy said even as she pushed a finger up inside her friend. “I’ll bet you like this when I do this to you.”

“Uh huh,” Marci moaned and then she moaned again. “Oh-h-h-h. Yeah.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you like this. I’ll bet you like it a lot.”

Marci could only moan out her affirmative.

“Yeah, you like it,” Chrissy said even as her finger continued to work the spot between Marci’s legs, “but you know what? What we really need is to get me out of my clothes. What do you think? Are you ready to get me naked?”

Marci moaned again even as Chrissy’s fingers once again played with her pussy and then the girl nodded.

“Well, if that’s what you think,” Chrissy told her friend, “then for starters at least, I think you need to get me out of my top.”

Marci meekly looked at her friend and then her hands were reaching out and she was pulling Chrissy’s top up over her head.

“Now the bra,” Chrissy told her friend. “You know what to do with that.”

Marci stared blankly at her friend and then her hands were moving, slipping around behind Chrissy’s body and undoing the catches that they found there, and the she was pulling the bra free, pulling the bra free and releasing Chrissy’s tits.

“Why don’t you kiss my tits,” Chrissy told her friend. “I know you want to. Come on, do it. Kiss my tits.”

Marci looked down at her friend’s breasts. They were definitely bigger than hers. She wanted to touch them, to see what they felt like, but she was scared.

“Come on,” Chrissy said again even as she slipped a hand behind her friend’s neck. “Come on, you can do it,” she said even as her hand pulled her friend downward. “You can do it. Kiss my tits.”

Marci resisted for only a moment longer and then she was sliding her mouth down and she was slowly kissing first one and then the other of Chrissy’s tits.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Chrissy told her friend even as she ran her hands through Marci’s hair. “That’s it. Kiss my tits. Kiss them good, but you know what, I’m still wearing my jeans and if the two of us are going to get into the hot tub together, then I think I need to get out of those but why don’t you do it. Why don’t you take my jeans off for me, Marci.”

Marci heard what her friend was saying but that didn’t mean she was going to stop what she was doing. Now, that she had her mouth on those tits, she was going to keep on kissing them.

She buried her face between her friend’s tits and she moaned again. She couldn’t believe how much she was liking this.

She felt her friend stroking her hands over her bare shoulders and Marci couldn’t help it. She liked the way those hands caressed her and that just made her moan all over again.

She could feel those hands sliding down over the tops of her arms and then back up again. She was licking her friend’s tits and sucking her nipples and then those hands were moving down again, down past her elbows and then even further down.

She could feel her hands being pushed away. She wanted to complain but the truth was she didn’t need her hands to suck on her friend’s nipples and for some reason, she found that was all she wanted to do.

And then, she knew where her hands were going. She could feel them as they slid over Chrissy’s taut skin and then she felt them as they reached the denim. Marcy knew what she had to do. Her hands worked at the button at the front of her friend’s jeans and then she worked all the rest of the buttons all the way down, while all the while, she kept sucking and licking on Chrissy’s tits.

Marcy pushed her friend’s jeans down over her friend’s hips and then without even being told to, she did the same with her friend’s panties.

The two friends were finally both completely naked and Chrissy pushed her friend’s mouth away from her tits. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get in the water.” Chrissy turned on the jets and the water roiled. “Come on,” she said again. “Come on.”

Marci looked at the water and she touched it with a hand. She was wavering. She knew she shouldn’t but shouldn’t wasn’t nearly as powerful as it should have been. With one more look into the water, Marci shrugged and then she climbed into the tub.

“Turn around,” Chrissy told her friend. “Let me do your back.”

Marci turned around and then she felt her naked friend pushing up against her. The water made her skin slick and she could feel Chrissy’s breasts as they pushed up against her back. They felt so good.

And then there were those hands on her shoulders and on her neck, massaging her and kneading her muscles even as those tits pressed up against her, and it wasn’t just those hands either. Chrissy was kissing Marci’s neck and Chrissy was reaching around her and Chrissy was feeling up her tits.

“Doesn’t this feel good,” Chrissy purred even as her hands squeezed Marci’s tits.

“Maybe,” Marci admitted.

“Maybe? Only just maybe? Maybe you want me to do something more.”

More, Marci wondered. What more could she do. Marci sighed. The heat was really starting to get to her. She should stop this before it went too far.

Chrissy, it seemed seemed to be thinking almost the same thing. “I got an idea,” she said. “Why don’t you hop up out of the tub and sit on the deck and turn and face me.”

“Why?”

Chrissy smiled. “Just do it, okay.”

Marci quickly backed down. “Okay,” she said and with that, she did just what her friend had asked. She hopped up out of the tub and she sat down on the redwood planking and she dangled her feet in the water even as she turned to face her friend.

“Now, this is where it gets really fun,” Chrissy told her.

Marci would have asked what Chrissy meant by that only Chrissy was pushing her legs apart and when Chrissy slid in between her thighs, Marci knew exactly what she meant.

Chrissy’s mouth moved even closer and Marci could see her friend grinning as she moved in. Her tongue slid out and it was moving forward and when it touched her pussy, Marci just couldn’t help herself. Marci moaned really loudly.

Chrissy looked up at her. “Liked that, didn’t you,” she said.

Marci nodded dumbly. She did like it.

“Good,” and with that, Chrissy went back to work on Marci’s cunt.

Marci moaned again as she stared down at that mouth working its way between her legs. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her hands went to her tits as her friend continued to go after her clit.

Her hands opened and closed and then they opened again. She needed something to wrap her hands around and apparently that something was her tits. She squeezed her tits even as Chrissy continued to eat her out. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Do it. Eat my pussy.”

Chrissy pulled her mouth back if only for a moment and she looked up at her friend and smiled. “So you like this, don’t you.”

“I love it,” Marci moaned. “I absolutely love it.”

“A lot better than going to school, isn’t it,” Chrissy taunted her.

“Oh yeah,” Marci moaned even as she continued to squeeze her tits. “A whole lot better than going to school.”

That, apparently, was all that Chrissy needed to hear because once again, she had her mouth on Marci’s clit and she was licking away at her even as she left the other girl to moan and writhe in pleasure.

Words escaped Marci. All she could do was sit there and moan as her friend ate her out.

Marci moaned as Chrissy’s tongue attacked her clit. One hand kept right on squeezing her tits even as the other one moved to stroke Chrissy’s hair and then Marci moaned again.

Chrissy pulled her mouth back just a little bit. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you.”

Marci’s hands squeezed her tits and stroked her friend’s hair. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Chrissy’s mouth slipped back between Marci’s legs and this time, there wasn’t going to be any stopping. Marci writhed and moaned as that tongue pursued her clit. Both her hands were back on her tits and she’d give them a good squeeze every time that tongue found a really good place.

So frantic were her writhings that she almost pulled her body free from Chrissy’s tongue, but Chrissy wasn’t about to let that happen. She held the girl down even as her tongue pursued that cunt.

“Oh geez,” Marci moaned. “Oh geez. Oh geez. You’re going to do it. Oh geez. You’re going to make me cum.”

Marci’s body jumped and she almost came but that tongue wasn’t letting up on her. It just kept right on going after her clit and this time, she didn’t just almost cum.

“Yes-s-s-s-s,” Marci screamed as that tongue finally took her over the edge. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh shit, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Chrissy’s tongue just kept right on savaging her pussy.

Marci moaned as her body continued to cum. She had a few, last screams inside her but already those were dying out, being replaced instead by whimpering cries as her pussy continued to bask in the aftermath of a good, hard tongue lashing.

Chrissy looked up at her friend. “I told you this was what you needed.”

“Uh huh,” Marci meekly agreed.

“You needed to have your pussy licked.”

“Uh huh.”

“I did you, but now it’s time for you to return the favor.”

That got Marci’s attention. “B-b-but I—”

Chrissy pulled herself up out of the water. “I said I did you. Now you’ve got to return the favor.”

“B-b-but—”

Chrissy sat up against a wall even as she opened her legs and faced her friend. “I said I did you,” she said again, “and now, you ARE going to do me.”

Marci looked at her friend’s pussy and then at her friend’s face and then back at the pussy again, and then meekly, the girl nodded, and moments later, she was sliding down between her friend’s legs.

Chrissy moaned. God, she was horny. In fact, ever since the previous night, getting her pussy off was all she could think about. Nothing else seemed to matter.

She wrapped a hand behind her friend’s head and then she pulled her down. “Yeah, that’s it,” she purred. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat my pussy.”

Chrissy moaned. She was surprised. Already, her meek, little friend had her moaning. Either Marci had done this before which Chrissy thought highly doubtful or her friend was just really, really good at getting her off.

But Chrissy wanted more. Her hand slapped at the intercom panel. She missed the first time and the second as well, but the third time did the charm. Chrissy pressed the intercom button. “Kyle,” she said. “Could you come in here, please?”

“What is it?”

“We just need you to come here.”

“All right, I’ll be there in a couple of seconds.”

“Hurry.”

The intercom went dead and Chrissy’s attention turned back to the mouth between her legs.

A couple minutes later, there was a knock on the door to the room and Chrissy moaned. “Oh fuck. Who is it?”

“It’s Kyle,” said a voice on the other end of the door.

“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned. “Come in.”

“I need you to open the door,” the attendant said.

“You can’t use your key?”

“Nuh uh. It’s against the rules. I need you to open the door.”

“Oh fuck. Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t have a fuckin’ passkey,” the girl moaned.

“Well yeah,” the guy admitted, “I got one, but if you want me to come inside there, I need you to open the door up.”

Chrissy moaned again. “Kyle,” she said. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll open this door right fuckin’ now.”

The door didn’t open, at least not right away but then Chrissy heard the sound of a key in the lock and then the door was being slowly opened and the kid peered around the door. “Hell—”

It was right about then that he saw Marci with her mouth between Chrissy’s legs.

“Oh shit,” he said.

“About time you showed up here,” Chrissy said. “If you waited much longer, she was going to make me cum all over that perfect, little, pussy-lickin’ mouth of hers.”

“What the—”

“Look, buster, if you hurry the hell up, you can get your ass over here and you can get your cock in this girl’s pussy. Tell Kyle here you want to feel his cock in your pussy.”

This last bit was directed at Marci but she was too busy licking that pussy to pay her friend much attention. That is until Chrissy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth from between her legs and then she turned Marci’s head so that she could look at the boy standing in the doorway.

“Tell Kyle here you want to feel his cock in your pussy.”

Marci moaned but then she looked at the boy and her eyes seemed to focus on him. “I want to feel your cock in my pussy,” she said.

“Say it again.”

“I want to feel your cock in my pussy.”

The kid wasn’t dumb. Maybe caught a little off balance, but he wasn’t dumb. He looked at the girl and he knew what he needed to do.

The kid was quickly stripping off his clothes and then he was coming up behind Marci and even as he did, Chrissy let go of her friend’s hair. She didn’t need to hold onto it any longer and Marci knew where she needed to be. Even without being told to do it, she slipped her mouth between her friend’s thighs.

The kid moved in behind Marci and Marci felt his hand on her ass but that didn’t stop Marci from doing what needed doing. What did stop her was when she felt the kid’s cock enter her pussy. That was when her head popped up and her eyes looked almost frantic as they tried to focus and the girl moaned loudly.

“You ever had a boy inside you,” Chrissy asked and Marci shook her head. Chrissy smiled. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there.”

Marci could only moan as that cock moved deeper inside her little, virgin cunt.

Chrissy once again grabbed her friend by the hair and once again, forced her to look at her. “I said,” said Chrissy, “there’s a first time for everything. Don’t you agree?”

Marci moaned pathetically as that cock took her again and then she nodded her head.

“Yeah, there’s a first time to get your pussy fucked, isn’t there.”

Again, Marci let loose with a little plaintive whimper as that cock once again pushed it way inside her and then once again, she nodded her head.

“Yeah, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there, and there’s definitely a first time to feel what it’s like when some boy shoots his cock in your tight, little cunt.”

For the first time, Marci’s eyes almost took on a panic-stricken look. You could get in trouble if you let a boy have unprotected sex with you and especially if you let him cum inside you, but then Kyle stuck her with his cock again, and the girl moaned, and suddenly those concerns didn’t seem nearly as important as they had been before.

Chrissy could sense the change. “That’s what you want, isn’t it,” she said. “You want to feel him cum inside your tight, little cunt, don’t you?”

Marci looked up with bleary eyes and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what you want because that’s what you are. You’re nothing more than a tight, little cunt, a tight little cunt who needs to get fucked. Say it. Say you’re a tight, little cunt.”

“I’m a tight, little cunt.” Marci couldn’t believe how good it felt to just come out and say that.

“A tight, little cunt who needs to be fucked.”

“I’m a tight, little cunt who needs to be fucked,” Marci agreed.

“Yeah, that’s what you are. A tight, little cum slut, aren’t ya?”

Marci nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m a tight, little cum slut.”

“All you’re good for is getting fucked.”

“All I’m good for is getting fucked.”

“Then if that’s all you’re good for, you better get your mouth back down there and keep eating my pussy.”

Marci couldn’t help but moan again as that cock stuck her from behind and then her mouth was back again, sliding between Chrissy’s legs and her tongue was on that pussy.

Chrissy ran a hand through her friend’s hair as that mouth licked up and down on her wet, little slit. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s it. Lick it. Lick it. Oh yeah, lick it.”

Marci was whimpering as that cock took her. She was going to cum. She knew it. She was going to cum and suddenly she found herself hoping that that cock that was taking her from behind, that that cock would cum all over the insides of her pussy.

And that’s when it happened. The boy gripped her cheeks and he growled as his cock suddenly swelled inside her and all of the sudden, that cock got even tighter inside of that tight, little pussy and suddenly, Marci was cumming, too.

“That’s it,” Chrissy told the girl even as she ran her hand through the girl’s hair. “That’s it you fucking little cum slut. Time to get your fuckin’ reward, and if you’re ready, here it cums.”

Marci quickly realized that the reward that Chrissy was talking about wasn’t what that cock was doing to her pussy but instead it was the burst of pussy juice being sprayed into her eager, little mouth. She was getting it from both ends even as she came in the middle and she loved it.

The boy pulled back and instinctively, Marci knew that he was done but she knew she was still cumming hard. Besides, she had his cum in her pussy and for some reason, that just felt so good to her and Marci knew she couldn’t wait to do it again. She knew she couldn’t wait to have some guy cum in her cunt.

“I can’t believe we just did this,” Marci said when her clothes were finally back in place. “We like totally broke the rules.”

Chrissy smiled to herself. As far as she was concerned, she couldn’t wait to see how many more rules she’d be able to make Marci break and then another thought came to her, one that was even more surprising. It wasn’t even lunch time and she’d already been able to seduce two people.

The devil sure would be proud of her.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO

Satan’s Revenge 3

Chrissy Wilde pulled her books out of her locker and she slammed the door shut. There was a part of her that wondered why she had to do homework when all she really wanted to do was fuck, but there was another part of her that knew she had to do the work if she wanted to get ahead and Chrissy did want to get ahead. She was bound and determined that she was going to be somebody.

Chrissy slung her book bag over her shoulder. It would have been nicer, she thought, if she’d had some boy to carry the books for her but it wasn’t like she couldn’t do it herself. She could do a lot of things for herself if she had to. It just would have been nicer to have someone else do the work instead.

When she got to the parking lot, Chrissy flung the book bag into her car and then she hopped inside. She had a couple of errands that she needed to run and then after that, she’d be on her way home.

The first stop led Chrissy to Bobby Winchell’s house. Bobby had graduated a couple of years before Chrissy but that wasn’t why Chrissy was there. Bobby Winchell was a drummer for a band called Dragon’s Breath and it was his band that had been signed to work the school prom. Officially, Chrissy wasn’t on the prom committee but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t involved so when Bobby suggested she come over and hear the band practice, she said she would.

Only thing was, when she arrived, there was only Bobby and no band. As horny as she was, Chrissy almost didn’t care. She knew what Bobby wanted and she was perfectly willing to give it to him, but she didn’t like being lied to, and besides, she couldn’t have boys going around thinking she was easy. She had a reputation to protect.

Her second stop took her to the art store. The cheerleading team needed more supplies to make a new banner for the big game, and Mr. Rollins, the store owner, had agreed to sell the school the supplies at a reduced price.

“Hi, Mr. Rollins,” Chrissy said when she entered the store. “I’m here to pick up the supplies you promised for the school.”

“I got them right here,” Mr. Rollins said. “Why don’t you check them and make sure I got everything you need.”

Chrissy checked the supplies over and quickly ascertained that everything was there. “It looks like it’s all here,” she told the shop owner. “I really can’t thank you enough for your help on this.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Henry Rollins told the young woman. “I’m happy to do whatever I can to help. You know, I’m on the school board. I’m … um, I’m the president this term, so I want to do whatever I can to help.”

Chrissy couldn’t explain it but suddenly this balding fifty-something old man was a whole lot more attractive to her. No, it wasn’t the man, she told herself. It was the power. It was the power that this man held and suddenly, she knew it. She wanted to fuck that power. “So um,” the girl said, “so you’re the president of the school board?”

“That’s right.”

Chrissy inched just a little bit closer to the man. “So, um, what does the President of the Board do?”

“Mainly, I just run the meetings and keep everything going fine.”

“I’ll bet that’s hard work,” Chrissy said as she moved even closer. “You know, keeping all those people in line.”

“Nah, we get along pretty well. I mean, sure, every once in a while, we have our disagreements but for the most part, we’re all there for the same reasons, to make sure you kids get the best education you can get.”

“And let me tell you,” Chrissy said, “I’m sure each and every one of us kids would be so very thankful to you for everything you’ve done for us. In fact, I’ll bet if they were here now, I’ll bet each and every one of kids would want to come up here and shake your hand.”

Even as Chrissy said that, she took one of Mr. Rollins’ hands in her own.

“I, um, I don’t know what to say.”

“Did you know you have such big, powerful hands, Mr. Rollins?”

“What?”

“I love your hands,” the girl said. “They’re so big and powerful.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Me,” Chrissy laughed. “Why, Mr. Rollins, don’t be silly. I’m only a teenager, a little teenage girl. Heck, I’m just barely eighteen years old. I’m not worldly wise. How could I ever seduce you? In fact, I’ll bet it’s more the other way around. I mean, look at you. You’re so big and powerful. I’m sure if you wanted to, if you wanted to use my little eighteen-year-old body, I’m sure you could seduce me and I’m sure there’s not a darned thing I could do about it.”

“But I would never—”

“Oh, I know,” Chrissy told the man. “You don’t have to tell me. I mean I know there’s no way I could ever get a man like you to go for me. I mean, not even in my wildest dreams could I imagine you’d ever do that. I mean, look at me. I’m almost too young for you to go for.”

Chrissy looked at the man, wondering just how long it was going to be before this guy got a clue. Could she really be any more blatant, she wondered.

“How old are you,” Henry Rollins asked.

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen, huh?”

“Yep. I’m old enough.”

“Old enough,” the man said sharply, “Old enough for what?”

Uh oh, the girl thought. The man was being cautious. Okay, she could understand that and she could respect that. She wouldn’t go too fast. Not yet. She was still holding one of the man’s hands and she softly stroked her fingers over it. She looked the man in the eyes. “I’m old enough to be treated like an adult.”

“Are you now?”

“Mmm hmm, and I’m old enough to do this,” and with that, Chrissy brought the man’s hand up and she held it against one of her breasts.

Chrissy smiled to herself. The man could have pulled away but he didn’t and right then and there, she knew she had him. She knew she was going to seduce this man and she knew when she did, she knew she was going to have him right where she wanted him.

She looked the man in the eyes even as she continued to hold his hand against her breast. “Do you like these,” she asked. “Do you like my breasts?”

“I, um, yeah, I guess, but—”

“But what? Oh, I know. You want to see what they really look like.”

“No, but—”

That was as far as the man got because already the girl was pulling off her tight top and she dropped it on the floor. She loved the way the man was staring at her tits and from the way he was looking at her, she just knew the man wasn’t going to object if she took off her bra.

She caught the man staring at her young, firm tits. “Do you like my breasts, Mr. Rollins. Do you like them a lot?”

“Yes, but—”

“But what, Mr. Rollins. Oh, I know. I’ll bet you want to hold them.” She grabbed the man’s hands and then she brought them up to her tits. “Don’t they feel good, Mr. Rollins? Don’t they? I mean they’re just so young and firm. Don’t they just feel like the best breasts ever?”

“I, um, I don’t know about, I mean, someone might, you know, someone might come in.”

“You know, you’re right,” Chrissy said. “You’re right.” She slid a hand down over the front of the shop keeper’s pants. “Oooh, baby, you’re so big and hard. Oooh, you know what I think?”

“What?”

The young cheerleader didn’t answer right away. Instead, she unzipped the man’s pants and then she slipped her hand inside and she gave his cock a squeeze. “I think,” she said, and here she gave the man’s cock another squeeze, “I think you should close up shop early, and then I think we should go somewhere and you can show me just how important you really are.”

“I … I don’t know.”

Chrissy knew it was something he had to say but she also knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She gave the man’s cock another good squeeze. “Come on, Mr. Rollins. I really want to feel what it feels like to have you put this inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

Chrissy gave the man’s cock another squeeze and then she moaned. “Oh yeah,” she purred. “I am so sure.”

The man looked at the girl with her hand inside his pants and then he looked at her tits.

Chrissy gave his cock another squeeze. “Come on,” she said. “You can do it.”

The man shook his head almost as if he knew he were doing something stupid but then he went to the door of his shop and he shut it and he turned the lock and he pulled the string on the neon “Open” sign and he returned to the girl. “I hope I don’t end up regretting this,” he said.

“Oh, you won’t,” Chrissy assured him. “I’m going to make sure of that.”

“Where should we go?”

“You got a back room or somethin’?”

“Yeah, but it’s filled with junk.”

“We don’t need a lot of room,” the girl told him even as she slipped her hand back inside his pants and ran the length of that cock up and down in her palm. “Just enough so you can bend me over and fuck me. That’s all we need.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Why,” the young cheerleader pouted. “Don’t you think I’m pretty.”

“No, but—”

“So you don’t think I’m pretty.”

The man shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I mean sure, you’re pretty. You’re gorgeous, but—”

“Let’s go fuck, then,” the girl said, “because I’m so fucking horny and I need to be fucked so bad.”

The man shook his head. He knew this was a really bad idea. He knew he should say no.

It was almost as if Chrissy read his mind. “Come on,” she said encouragingly. “Just a quick, little fuck. Who’s going to find out.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the man grumbled. “Maybe my wife, my kids, my friends—”

“You’re going to tell all them?”

“No, but—”

“Well, I’m not going to tell anyone.” It was sort of the truth, Chrissy knew. She wasn’t going to tell anyone just so long as it suited her to not tell.

“Yeah, but—”

“Come on, Mr. Rollins. I’m feeling so horny and now that you keep saying no all the time, I think I’m starting to get an inferiority complex or something.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

“So you’ll do it, then. You’re going to fuck me.”

The man shook his head but Chrissy knew he was going to say yes. “I guess,” he said finally.

“Oh goody,” Chrissy said. “I can’t wait.”

The man shook his head but he led the teenager into the back of his shop.

The man was right. His back room was a mess. There were boxes packed up of what looked to be supplies of some sort or another and there was a small sink and a coffee maker on the counter next to it and there was a table with just a single chair and Chrissy could have sworn she saw the last few crumbs of the man’s lunch still there on the little table top.

Chrissy didn’t care about any of that. All she really cared about was getting fucked.

Once again, her hand was back in the man’s pants. “Tell me, Mr. Rollins—”

“Call me Chip.”

“Okay … Chip … tell me, have you ever had your cock sucked before?”

“Well, yeah,” the man admitted.

Chrissy smiled. “Let me ask it a little bit differently then, Chip. Have you ever had your cock sucked by an eighteen-year-old cheerleader?”

“Uh, no,” the man replied.

“Well, I think it’s about time you got to have that experience, don’t you, Chip?”

Chrissy really wasn’t waiting for an answer. Already, her hand was undoing the man’s belt and then she was pulling his jeans open and with a few quick tugs, she had the man’s jeans pulled down over his hips.

The girl ran her hand over the outside of the man’s boxers and she could feel the man’s cock as it slid along the inside of her palm. She’d been this close before, but in a few moments, she was going to be getting even closer to that cock.

The girl pulled the man’s boxers down. “Oh,” she purred with astonishment, “my gosh, Chip. You have such a big cock.” It was a lie but if the man knew it, he didn’t seem to mind. Chrissy wrapped her hand around the man’s cock. “Now, I haven’t done this before,” she lied, “but I think it goes something like this.”

The man groaned as the girl slid her mouth down over his rigid shaft and then he groaned again.

Chrissy pulled her mouth off the man’s cock and she looked up at him even as she stroked his cock. “Yeah, I thought you’d like this,” she said and then she once again brought her mouth down on that cock.

Mr. Rollins groaned as the girl once again took his cock in her mouth and then his hands found their way to her head. “Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck that cock. Fu-u-u-uck.”

Chrissy knew she could have said something but she didn’t want to take that cock out of her mouth.

“Fuck,” the man moaned. “Fuck, that’s good. Yeah, that’s it. Suck it. Suck it. Oh yeah, suck that cock.”

Chrissy could feel herself getting into the rhythm. Up and down she was going on that cock. Up and down.

“Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it. Suck it.”

Chrissy pulled her mouth off of that cock and her hand squeezed that cock even as she looked up at the shopkeeper. “So you like this, do you? You like having this eighteen year old’s mouth sucking on your big, fat cock.”

“Yeah,” the man groaned. “I like it. Get your mouth down there and suck my cock.”

“You sure,” the girl said, “because I was thinking—”

“What?”

“I was thinking maybe you’d like to stick your cock inside my little eighteen-year-old pussy.”

The man paused at that and then he was looking at the girl with her hand on his cock and it didn’t take him all that long to come to a decision. “Sure,” he said, “I guess we could do that.”

“You sure,” the girl asked, “because I wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“I said it was fine,” the school board president said. “Come on, let’s do it.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

“Oh, so now you’re getting all shy on me or something.”

“I’m just a little eighteen-year-old,” the girl said. “I don’t know anything.”

The man stared at her and then he grinned. “Yeah, right, you little slut. I think you know more than you’re letting on to so why don’t you stand up and let me get my hands on those tits of yours and then we’ll see about getting my cock in your pussy.”

Chrissy, it seemed, had had enough of playing it coy. She pulled back slightly and then she stood. “So you want to see my tits?”

The man leered at her and then he nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

The girl offered no resistance as the man grabbed her tits. “Nice,” the man said. “I like these.”

“I’m glad you do,” the girl said, “but are you sure there’s not something that you might want to see even more.”

The man grinned even as his hands slid down over her body. “Now that you mention it,” he said, “I think there is something I’d like to see even more.”

Chrissy didn’t have to ask what that was. The man was already tugging at the waistband of her tight, little jeans and then he was opening the top button on her jeans and then it wasn’t just the top button he was opening and Chrissy knew she was flashing a little panty.

“You know, um, it’s not like I’m in the habit of doing this with every young girl I meet—”

“I should hope not,” Chrissy said. “That would be gross. That would make you a dirty old man. No, I totally get it.”

“You do?”

Chrissy nodded. “You’re doing it because you think I’m pretty and you’re doing it because you want to feel your cock in MY eighteen-year-old pussy. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Is it something like that or is that what it is? Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And do you want to get your cock in my tight, little pussy?”

“Well, yeah.”

“My eighteen-year-old pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“So if that’s what you want, then you know what you need to do.”

The man tugged her to him and then he was pulling at her jeans and then pushing them down over her hips.

“Oh yeah, that’s better,” the girl moaned. “That’s better.”

And then, Mr. Rollins had his hands on Chrissy’s panties and then he was pulling them down even as the girl stroked his cock.

“Oooh, Mr. Rollins,” the girl purred, “I think you’ve got just what I need. I just hope I’ve got just what you need.”

The man turned her around and then he pushed her down over the lone table in the room. He was coming up behind the girl and the girl felt the man’s hand on her ass. “Oh yeah,” he told her, “you got what I need,” and then in the next instant, he was sliding his cock in between her legs.

“Oh yeah, Mr. Rollins—”

“Chip. Call me Chip.”

“Oh yeah, Chip, you got it. You got what I need, too. Fuck me, Chip. Fuck me.”

The man just groaned as he banged away at the girl’s pussy.

“Oh, Mr. Rollins … Chip. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on. Fuck me.”

Still, the man didn’t say anything.

“Oh God, it feels good. Fuck me, Mr. Rollins. Fuck me.”

That cock just kept right on coming.

“Oh yeah, you like this, don’t you, Mr. Rollins. You like my little eighteen-year-old pussy, don’t you?

Still the man said nothing.

“Oh yeah, you like my pussy, don’t you? Oh it feels so good. I love it. I love the way you love my pussy.”

Still, the man pounded away at her.

“Fuck me, Mr. Rollins. Fuck me.”

The man still said nothing until he let out a lone, solitary moan.

“Oh geez, that feels good. Oh geez. Oh geez. You’re going to make me cum, Mr. Rollins. You’re going to make me cum.”

The man groaned again and then he let out a grunt.

“Are you going to cum, too,” the girl moaned. “Are you going to cum, too?”

Still, all the man could do was let out a few well-placed groans.

“I want you to do it,” the girl moaned. “I want you to cum. I want you to cum right there in my little eighteen-year-old pussy.”

The man grunted.

“Oh yeah, Mr. Rollins. You’re going to make me cum. Oh geez, you’re going to make me cum so good. Are you going to cum for me, Mr. Rollins? Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum right there in my little eighteen-year-old pussy?”

The man groaned and then he grunted and the girl moaned.

“I know you can do it,” the girl moaned. “I know you can do it and I want you to do it. I want it so bad. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want it so bad.”

The man grunted and the girl knew what was coming.

“That’s it, Mr. Rollins. That’s it. That’s it.” The girl groaned as she felt her pussy bear down on the cock buried deep inside her. “Oh God, that’s good, Mr. Rollins. Oh God, that’s good. I love feeling you cum inside me.”

The man didn’t say anything but then he didn’t have to. His dick was doing all the talking.

“Oh, that feels so good,” the girl moaned. “That feels so good. That feels so good.”

The man still didn’t say much of anything but then he didn’t have to because if the way he was moaning meant anything at all, that was more than enough for him to say.

The man finally pulled his cock out of the teen’s hot, little pussy and Chrissy looked back at him and moaned. She knew her pussy was leaking and she knew the man could see it and she knew she wanted him to see it. “I can’t go without your cock inside me,” the girl said, “so we’re going to have to get together and do this real soon.”

The man nodded and Chrissy smiled to herself. She knew she’d just seduced herself an ally.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE

 

Satan’s Revenge 4

The woman in black walked onto the high school campus. She knew where she was going. She didn’t need directions. She didn’t stop to talk with anyone.

The women’s locker room was nearly empty when the woman in black entered. She really hadn’t expected to see anyone but she didn’t really care if she did. She was only there to see one person. She had a job to do and she was going to do it.

The coach’s office was at the back of the locker room. The woman in black entered the coach’s office. There was only one woman there. It was the woman she expected to see.

The woman in black closed the door behind her. “Hello, Rita,” she said. “It’s been a long time.”

Rita Hanson looked up from her desk at the woman in black. “Do I know you,” she asked.

“We’ve never met,” the woman in black said, “but I know you, perhaps even better than you know yourself.”

“I don’t understand. Who are you?”

“Who I am is unimportant. What I’m doing is important. What I’m doing is fulfilling an obligation.”

“What obligation?”

The woman in black chose not to answer. That she had said as much as she had was rather remarkable in and of itself. The woman in black wasn’t in the question and answer business. The woman in black was in the business of giving orders and having them followed.

“What obligation,” Rita Hanson asked again.

Again, the woman in black didn’t answer. Instead, she merely looked at the woman sitting before her and she said, “Stand up and let me get a good, long look at you … slave.”

Rita’s eyes narrowed and then she shook her head. “No,” she whimpered. “No, no, no. I got out of it. I’m done. No.”

The woman in black merely stared at the woman in front of her and then she shook her head. “You don’t say when you’re done,” the woman in black said. “We say when we’re done with you.”

Rita was still shaking her head. “No, no, no,” she was saying. “I’m done, I tell you. I’m done. I’m out.”

The woman in black produced a riding crop. It wasn’t big, but it made a loud noise when the woman in black brought it down on the desk in front of Rita. “Don’t make me do that again,” she ordered. “Now, get out of your chair and let me see your body, slave.”

Her tone was conversational but Rita knew the woman meant business. “No,” the youg woman moaned, but even as she said it, she was rising up out of her chair. “No. Don’t make me do this. Please!”

The woman in black brought the riding crop down on the young woman’s desk. “That’s the second time you’ve made me do that,” the woman said. “You are making me angry and that’s not something you want to do. Now stay where you are and don’t move a muscle. I want to inspect you.”

Rita Hanson stood where she was, sniffling just a little but other than that, saying nothing.

The woman in black walked around the young woman. Her riding crop lingered suggestively as it touched the young woman’s body. “Tell me,” she said finally, “why are you wearing these disgusting clothes?”

Rita Hanson looked down at herself. She was wearing a t-shirt, sweat pants and some running shoes. It was pretty much what she wore everyday at work. “I … I … I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

Rita gulped hard. “No, ma’am,” she quickly said. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“But you just did.”

Rita cringed. “Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again.”

The woman in black appeared mollified at least for the moment but Rita knew instinctively that that could change at any moment. “It had better not happen again,” said the woman in black. “Now, about these clothes, slut. These are the types of clothes that a boy might wear. Are you telling me that you’re a boy?”

“No, ma’am, I’m not. It’s just that—”

The woman in black glared sternly at Rita and the young woman froze in midsentence. “Go on,” the woman in black said. “It’s just that … what?”

Rita Hanson gulped and then she gulped again. She’d thought she was done with this part of her life and yet, here she was again. “I-i-it’s just that … that … that I’m coach for the … for the cheerleading team, and um, we were … we were, um, just about to, you know, to go out and practice.”

“So what you’re telling me,” said the woman in black, “is that you’re the head slut around here, and you aren’t even bothering to set a good example for your good, little slut wannabes? Is that it?”

“No, ma’am. I mean, yes, ma’am. I mean I try to set a good example.”

“And how exactly do you do that? By wearing boy’s clothes?”

“No, ma’am. By trying to make them act ladylike. By trying to make them role models for other girls.”

“Ha! That’s fluffery. They’re little fuck sluts just like you are, but I’m not sure you got what it takes to be a role model. Take off those disgusting pants and let me see if you really are a woman under there.”

Rita Hanson looked at the woman in black and she sighed. This woman wasn’t the same one who had run her life during her last two years in college but she might as well have been. There was no give to her. She had the same haughty demeanor as her former mistress and she was every bit as demanding. If this one was anything like the first one, then disobedience, no matter how slight or how justified, was not likely to be accepted in any form, and the worst part about it was that Rita could feel herself getting just as wet as she’d ever been. She could see it happening. She knew she could so easily fall under this woman’s spell. She knew how easy it would be to let herself be subjugated all over again.

“I’m waiting,” said the woman in black.

Rita had heard that tone before. She knew what that meant. Respond now or face the consequences. Rita removed her sweatpants.

The woman in black circled round her. “And the shoes, too. Those are boy’s shoes. Take them off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the coach quickly replied and very quickly, she’d removed her shoes and socks.

Again, the woman in black circled round her and again, her riding crop stroked its way over Rita’s body. “Better,” the woman said grudgingly. “Much better. From now on, slave, I want to see you in heels or in nothing at all.”

Rita whimpered but she could feel it happening to her. It felt so good to have someone else tell her what to do and still she stood there as the inspection continued.

The business end of the riding crop worked its way over her firm, round cheeks. “Nice ass,” the woman in black said. “I’m glad to see you wearing nice high-cut underwear. An ass like this deserves to be on display so from now on, no pants for you, my dear. From now on, it’s short skirts or if you must wear pants, make ‘em short ass-hugging shorts. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All right then. Let’s see what you look like with you shirt off.”

Rita whimpered but it was becoming easier to just give in. Off came the shirt and then it was dropped on the floor.

“Oh, nice tits,” said the woman in black as she came up behind Rita. Moments later, Rita’s bra was undone and the woman was reaching around her to squeeze her breasts. “Nice tits,” she said again.

“You like this,” the woman asked. “You like it when I squeeze your tits?”

“Uh huh,” Rita moaned.

“Yeah, I know you do,” the woman in black said. “I know you do because you’re a little campus slut who just can’t wait to show off her tits. Ain’t that right, slut. Yeah, you want to show off your tits. I know it. You want to show off your little, slutty tits.”

Rita didn’t want to admit it but she knew the woman in black was right.

The woman gave Rita’s tits one last, good squeeze and then her fingers tweaked Rita’s nipples, tweaked them and pulled on them. “Yeah, I know it,” she said. “I know I’m right. From now on, slut, you can wear t-shirts if you want but if you do, make sure they’re nice and tight or better yet, wear a tight, little half shirt so people can see that taut, little stomach of yours, and from now on, why don’t you see if you can stop wearing bras. You got yourself some cute tits there so let’s see if we can’t get those cute, little nipples of yours to show themselves off.”

Rita whimpered but she knew she’d do it. How could this be happening to her, she wondered. She’d spent two years in college letting her roommate do whatever she wanted with her but then she’d graduated. She’d moved on and she’d promised herself that it would never happen again, not to herself and not to anyone else. Never again would she let herself be subjugated. Not ever. Never again.

So why was she doing it now and just who the hell was this woman who had come marching into her office and who had so quickly and so completely taken over her life. Rita didn’t know but she knew she was going to do whatever this woman told her to do.

The woman in black didn’t care what Rita thought. “Put your hands on the desk,” she told the coach and bend your ass over.”

Rita didn’t even bother to resist. She put her hands on her desk and she bent herself over. She could feel the woman in black running the end of her riding crop over her little, round ass. It was almost gentle, almost caressing, almost … caring.

And then the shaft slid between her legs and bisected her lips, and Rita couldn’t help herself. She let out a little whimpering moan as that thing sawed itself back and forth between her legs.

“Yeah, you like this,” the woman in black said. “You like it when I do this.”

“Yes-s-s-s,” Rita moaned. “I like it.”

“You love it,” the woman in black said.

“I love it,” Rita moaned.

“That’s right,” the woman in black said. “You love it and you love me, don’t you. You love me. You love having me control you.”

Rita could feel herself getting even wetter and Rita moaned again. How could this be happening to her, she wanted to know but even as she thought these things, her mouth said something else. “I love you,” her mouth said. “I love having you control me.”

“You love me,” the woman in black said again.

“I love you,” Rita confirmed.

“You love me.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You love me, don’t you, Slut. You’re my little, worthless slut, aren’t you. You’re my little, worthless slut. What are you.”

Rita moaned as she felt herself get even wetter. “I’m your slut,” she moaned. “I’m your slut.”

“My little, worthless slut,” the woman in black said.

Rita moaned again. “I’m your little, worthless slut,” she said. “I’m your little, worthless slut.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re my little, worthless slut. You’re mine to do with as I see fit, aren’t you?”

Rita moaned again. She could feel herself getting even wetter. “Yes-s-s-s-s,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?”

“I’m your worthless, little slut,” Rita said. “I’m your worthless, little slut and you can do with me as you see fit.”

That riding crop continued to play between her legs and then the woman and black slid it free. The riding crop came down on her backside and Rita yelped. “Don’t cry,” the woman in black said even as she slid the riding crop back between Rita’s legs. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

Rita Hanson tried to control her tears.

And that’s when the woman in black brought her hand down on Rita’s very exposed little ass.

Rita cried out again even as that hand spanked her again and again, Rita cried out.

The hand stroked her ass. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you, Slut. You like it when I spank your ass.”

“I … no … that hurts.”

That hand came down on her ass again. “What’s that, slut? I’m not sure I heard you right. Your body is mine to do with as I see fit. Now tell me you like it when I spank your ass.”

“I … I … no.”

The woman in black was stroking Rita’s ass and then her hand came down on that butt yet again. “We can do this hard or we can do it easy, slut. It makes no difference to me but I can use my hand or I can use the whip. The choice is up to you. Now tell me you like it when I spank your ass.”

“I … I … I—”

Again, that hand spanked her ass. “You know what to say,” the woman said. “Now say it right or we’ll go back to using the riding crop on you.”

“I … I … I like it when you spank my ass.”

“There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it. Now say it again.”

Rita Hanson could feel herself trying to stop herself from saying it but already, she knew she was going to give in. She let out a whimpering moan and then she said. “I … I like it when you spank my ass.”

That hand slapped her ass. “Say it again.”

“I … I … I like it when you spank my ass.”

“Say it again.”

“I like it when you spank my ass.”

“Say it again.”

“I like it when you spank my ass.”

The woman in black gave Rita’s ass a harsh smack which made the young woman jump. “What do you like,” asked the woman in black.

Rita hesitated but then she responded with just a bit of trepidation in her voice. “I like it when you spank my ass,” she said.

Again, that hand spanked her ass and again, Rita yelped. “Say it again,” the other woman told her. “Say it faster.”

Rita groaned but her response was a little quicker. “I like it when you spank my ass.”

“Better,” the woman in black said and again, the hand came down on Rita’s butt.

“I like it when you spank my ass,” the coach said again, this time without prompting.

“That’s a good girl,” said the woman in black. “You’re learning, aren’t you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What do you like?”

“I like it when you spank my ass,” Rita replied on cue.

Down came the hand on her bottom. “I think it’s more than that,” the woman in black said. “I think you love it when I spank your ass.”

Rita didn’t respond immediately but then she groaned as she gave in to what she knew was expected of her. “I love it when you spank my ass.”

“Yes, you do,” said the woman in black. “Say it again.”

Rita groaned but then she said it. “I love it when you spank my ass.”

That hand came down on Rita’s pinkened ass yet again. “Would you like another,” the woman in black asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Rita moaned. “I love it when you spank my ass. May I have another.”

“Of course, you can,” the woman in black said and then as if to prove her point, she brought her hand down on Rita’s ass.

“Thank you, ma’am. May I have another.”

Again, that hand came down on Rita’s ass. “Well now, it looks like this little slut likes having her ass spanked.”

“I love it,” Rita moaned again. “May I have another.”

Again, that hand came down hard on Rita’s butt but this time, it lingered to stroke the reddening skin and then to slide between Rita’s legs.

Rita couldn’t help but moan. She was so wet. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said. “May I have another?”

“I don’t know. What’s the magic word?”

“Please,” Rita replied. “Please. Please, may I have another?”

“Why, of course you can,” said the woman in black said and again that hand came down on Rita’s ass.

Rita moaned again. “Please, may I have another.”

The only answer was the smack of that hand against her ass and the resulting yelp from the hapless cheerleading coach.

“Please, may I have another.”

Again, the hand came down on Rita’s ass. “Looks like you’re starting to develop a bit of an audience.”

Rita started to turn her head but that’s when the hand came down on her ass again. “Don’t look,” the woman in black said. “I didn’t tell you you could look. Just know that it looks like some of your junior sluts are here watching you get your ass slapped. “How’s that make you feel, slut?”

Rita could imagine the girls with their faces pressed up against the office window. The place was a fish bowl, easy to see out and keep an eye on the students but also easy for them to see in, and now here she was, getting her ass slapped in front of her prized students. How did that make her feel? “Bad,” she answered.

“And what do you want me to do?”

Rita moaned. She knew what she should say but she also knew what she was going to say, too. “I want you to spank my ass,” she moaned.

“What’s that,” asked the woman in black. “I don’t think I heard you right. I don’t think I heard the magic word. A slut needs to set a good example for all her little slut wannabes.”

Rita bit her lip but she already knew what she was going to say. “Please,” she moaned. “Please. I need you to spank my ass, please.”

Again, the hand came down on Rita’s ass. “There now, that’s better. Why don’t you go and show all your little slut wannabes just how good it is to beg.”

Rita moaned again. She wondered who was watching but she knew it didn’t matter. At least with the door closed, they really couldn’t hear her talking but she knew they could see her talking and she knew what she was going to do. “Please,” she begged. “Please spank my little slut ass.”

Again, that hand came down on her ass but this time, it lingered and then Rita felt it, the feel of a finger being pressed up inside her wet, little pussy and the young coach moaned. It was almost as if she could cum right then and there on that finger inside her cunt.

But then the finger withdrew and almost immediately, Rita was begging again. “Please,” she moaned. “Please. Please, I need it bad. I need you to spank this little slut’s ass.”

Again, the hand came down on her raw, little ass and again, that finger entered her and again, Rita moaned. As turned on as she was, she knew she loved it. She knew she loved that little, questing finger.

Almost as quickly as that finger was being withdrawn, Rita was begging for more. “Please,” she begged. “Please, may I have another.”

Once again, that hand came down on her ass and once again, Rita moaned as that finger entered her. She knew she was losing control and she also knew there wasn’t a whole lot she could do about it.

Rita moaned as she felt that finger enter her. She knew she was going to cum.

The hand withdrew and Rita begged again. “Please, may I have another.”

Once again, that hand smacked Rita’s firm, round bottom and then once again, the finger entered her and Rita moaned. This was it. She knew it. This was it. She was going to cum.

“Ooooh, don’t look now but it looks like all the junior sluts are eager to see what it looks like when the head slut gets her pussy finger fucked.”

Rita knew better than to turn her head and look but she could imagine what she would see if she did look, her young charges all pressed up against the glass and watching this woman stick her finger in her pussy.

But that didn’t really matter. What did matter was the way her pussy was squeezing that finger and the way that finger made her feel. Her body quivered around that finger buried deep inside her and Rita moaned again. It just felt that good.

The woman in black let Rita cum and cum and cum all over her finger before she finally pulled her finger free. “I did you, slut,” she said. “Now, it’s time for you to return the favor.”

Rita knew she shouldn’t say what she was going to say next but she said it anyway. “What do you want me to do?”

The woman in black just smiled as she hiked up her skirt. “Pull down my panties, slut.”

Rita almost had her hands on the other woman’s panties when the woman in black pushed her away. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she said. “Not that way, slut. Just your teeth. Use just your teeth to pull my panties down.”

Rita whimpered to herself but she already knew what she was going to do. Her head slid in under that skirt and she tried to get a hold of those panties with her teeth. She was wondering just who might be watching her do what she was doing but that didn’t stop her from performing the task at hand.

Pulling those panties down with just her teeth wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy to get a hold of the panties and even when she did, sometimes her grip wasn’t good enough to pull them down but even so, she was getting the job done and along the way, she was catching the other woman’s scent.

The woman in black spread her legs even as she pulled Rita between her thighs. “There you go,” she purred. “Now be a good, little slut and eat my pussy.”

Rita hesitated for only a moment. She knew her girls were watching. She knew this was wrong. She was supposed to be setting a good example. That was what she kept telling her girls. They were role models. They had to set a good example.

And that was as far as she got because after that, Rita Hanson just couldn’t control herself. Her face arched forward and then she was sliding her tongue between the other woman’s legs.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the other woman purred. “That’s it. Be a good, little slut. Be a good, little slut and eat my pussy.”

Rita Hanson might have done better if she’d pondered the question that she’d asked earlier. The woman in black had said she was fulfilling an obligation. What obligation? What obligation? What obligation?

But as much as maybe that should have concerned her, it no longer did. The only thing that Rita Hanson wanted to do was to eat that pussy. The only thing she wanted to do was make that pussy cum. The only thing she wanted to do was make that pussy cum in her mouth.

The woman in black moaned as she pulled Rita even harder between her legs. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck. You want this. You want this. Oh fuck. Well, you’re going to get it. You’re going to get it. Get ready. Oh fuck. Get ready because here it comes.”

Rita knew what was happening. She could feel the other woman’s pussy convulsing around her tongue and she could taste the other woman’s juices. She wanted this. She wanted to taste this pussy. She wanted to taste this pussy and she didn’t care who saw her do it.

Chrissy and her cohorts stood there and watched as their coach ate that pussy and they knew that Miss Hanson wouldn’t be giving them anymore trouble. Not now. Not ever again.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR