Feature Writer: Lisa Teez /
Published: 06.05.2007 Updated 09.12.2007
Feature Title: SATAN’S REVENGE 13 – 16 /
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 13

The bell tinkled as Chrissy pushed her way into Mr. Rollins art supply store. “Hello,” she called out. “Hello. Is anyone here?”

Mr. Rollins emerged from the back room. “Aw, Chrissy,” he said, “I’m glad to see you.”

“I came as soon as you called,” Chrissy said.

“Now, Chrissy,” the man admonished her. “We both know that’s not true. I called over three hours ago.”

“Yeah, but—” Chrissy didn’t feel like explaining herself to this man. “But I’m here now,” she said. “What’s so important?”

“Chrissy, I have to tell you that I’ve been receiving some complaints about the cheerleading squad at your school. Mainly, people are saying you’re arrogant and unruly and that you seem to act as if you think the rules don’t apply to you.”

Chrissy didn’t say what she was thinking but if she had, she would have told Mr. Rollins that that was the way it should be. She was, after all, a cheerleader. She was above the law.

“I … the school board actually … we’re being told by the Superintendent that he wants to disband the cheerleading group at your school.”

Chrissy was suddenly sensing the threat. She and her cohorts were all sluts. Not being a cheerleader wouldn’t change that, but being a cheerleader gave her status and that was something she didn’t want to give up. “You’re not going to let them do that, are you,” Chrissy asked.

“I don’t know,” said Mr. Rollins. “I suppose it all depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on just what you can do to convince me that the decision to disband the cheerleaders is wrong. I’m assuming you do want to stop the superintendent from disbanding the cheerleaders.”

“I do.”

“Well then, I think we need to discuss this further. Business is slow so why don’t you lock the door and turn off the open sign and then the two of us can go in the back room and discuss this further.”

Chrissy smiled to herself as she turned the key in the lock and turned off the open sign. When she’d first seduced Mr. Rollins, he’d been so timid but he wasn’t timid now. She liked that.

The man was waiting for her at the door to his little, back room. It wasn’t the first time Mr. Rollins had invited her back here or even the second or even the third so Chrissy knew where she was going but when she tried to squeeze past him to get into the room, she felt the man reach out and grab a feel of her ass and that was something he hadn’t done before.

The room was just as messy as it had been the first time she’d seen it and almost as quickly as she’d entered the room, Chrissy heard Mr. Rollins tell her to stop and to stand where she was and Chrissy, of course, did exactly that.

“Yeah,” the man said. “Stand right there and let me get a good look at you.”

Chrissy stood and then she felt Mr. Rollins pulling up her skirt and running his hand over her ass. “Mmm, that’s good, he said, but let’s see what we have in here.”

Chrissy felt the man slide his hand inside her panties.

“So what do we have here,” Mr. Rollins asked.

“That would be my ass.”

“Right you are and a very cute ass it is, too, but I think it would look even better if we got you out of those panties. What do you say to that?”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Rollins.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” The man knelt and he reached under that short skirt of hers and he pulled her panties all the way to the floor and Chrissy stepped out of the now-extraneous garment.

Once again, Mr. Rollins was on his feet and once again, he was reaching under Chrissy’s skirt but this time, it was her bare ass that he had in his hands. “So,” he said, “I understand you want to make sure that nothing bad happens to the cheerleading squad.”

“Yes, Mr. Rollins.”

Once again, his hand rubbed her ass. “Well, if you’re willing to work with me, I’m sure we can find a way to keep the squad intact.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” Chrissy told the shopkeeper.

Mr. Rollins ran his hand over Chrissy’s ass. “That’s just the kind of enthusiasm I want to hear from our students today,” he said. The man continued to run his hand over Chrissy’s ass. “Yeah, that’s just what I want to hear.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rollins. I try.”

“Chip,” the man reminded her. “Call me Chip. I know you’re trying, Chrissy, but you know what I think? I think you’d look even better if you weren’t wearing that skirt. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right, Mr. Rollins.”

“Well, if that’s what you think, then I think we’d better get you out of that skirt of yours. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right,” the girl said again.

Chrissy could feel the man stepping up behind her and then he was reaching around her for the catch on her short, little cheerleaders skirt. “I’m so glad you agree with me,” the man said as he undid the skirt and then let it drop to the floor. “There now, that’s better isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mr. Rollins,” Chrissy said meekly.

The man’s hands continued to reach around her, stroking the front of her body and sliding down between her legs and rubbing her now-naked pussy. “Yeah, that’s much better,” he said as he heard the girl moan.

The man slid his hands up under the lead cheerleader’s sweater, taking them all the way up to her tits. God, he loved her tits. He always had from the first day he’d seen her but he had said nothing, but now, now that he’d had his dick inside her, now he wanted to make sure he got his hands on her tits whenever he got the chance.

“I think we need to get this sweater off of you,” the man told her. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re right, Mr. Rollins.”

“I know I’m right,” the man said even as he pulled his hands back and pushed the hem of her sweater up past Chrissy’s little, round ass.

Chrissy could feel the man push the hem of her sweater up even higher and then he was pushing it up past her tits. His hands pulled the hem of her sweater even higher and then Chrissy was lifting up her arms so the man could pull her sweater all the way off.

The man’s hands were back again below Chrissy’s waist and once again, they were on Chrissy’s ass. “Yes, yes, yes,” the man said, “I’m sure there must be something we can do to keep the cheerleading program off of the chopping block.”

The girl moaned again as she felt the man slide his hands between her legs. She really wasn’t all that wet. Not yet, at least, but she knew she could be. “Thank you, Mr. Rollins. I really appreciate it.”

The man gave the girl’s ass a nice, hard smack. “I know you do,” the man said. His hand stroked her little, round ass. “That’s what I like about you, Chrissy. You’re always so appreciative.”

“I try to be,” the girl said even as the man’s hand struck her ass again. Again, the man’s hand stroked Chrissy’s bottom. Again, the man’s hand slapped that ass.

“Ow, Mr. Rollins.”

“I’m sorry, Chrissy. Did you say something?”

“No, Mr. Rollins,” the girl said.

“I didn’t think so,” the man said even as he gave her ass yet another smack.

“Ow,” the girl yelped again.

Again, the man’s hand stroked the girl’s bottom. “Did you say something,” the man said.

“No, Mr. Rollins.”

The shopkeeper smacked the cheerleader’s ass three more times in quick succession, each time eliciting yet another moan from the girl.

“I like your ass, girl. I always have, but you know what I really want?”

“What’s that, Mr. Rollins?”

“I want to stick my cock in here.”

“I want you to do that,” the girl said. “I want you to fuck my pussy.”

“Of course you do,” and with that, the man shoved his cock deep inside Chrissy’s tight, little pussy.

“Oh,” the girl groaned. “Too hard, Mr. Rollins. Too hard.”

“Nonsense,” the man said. “We both know that you’ve had it harder than this and remember, it’s Chip. My name is Chip.”

“Sorry, Mr. Rollins.”

The shopkeeper didn’t bother to correct the girl. He just kept on jamming his cock between her legs. He liked to hear her moan.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you, Chrissy?”

“Yes, Mr. Rollins. I want it. I want you to fuck my pussy.”

“You really are one hell of a little slut, aren’t you, Chrissy.”

“I’m your slut, Mr. Rollins.”

Neither one really believed that but then neither one was going to argue the point. In their own way, they both knew that Chrissy was going to fuck whoever would give her what she wanted.

“You must really want to keep the cheerleading squad intact.”

“I do, Mr. Rollins. I really do.”

“But do you want it enough to do the really hard work?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Mr. Rollins.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Even if that means letting me stick my cock in your ass.”

There it was, finally out there in the open. Chrissy had known for some time that the shopkeeper wanted to fuck her in the ass. It had taken him long enough to get around to bringing it up but now at least, there it was out there in the open. She knew she was more than ready to let him do it. She knew she was willing to do whatever it took to get this man to do what she wanted, but she also knew what was expected of her. “My ass,” she asked in mock surprise.

“You’ve got a cute, butt, Chrissy. You’ve got to know that.”

“Yes, but—”

But nothin’, Chrissy. That butt of yours is … mmmppph, that thing is hot.”

“But—”

“Do you want to save the cheerleading squad?”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing. You know what you have to do. If you want to save the cheerleading program, then I think you’re going to have to take it in the ass.”

Chrissy paused briefly if only for effect. “I … I … I don’t know. I guess … I guess maybe we could, you know, we could try it, but don’t hurt me, Mr. Rollins.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to fuck you,” and with that, the man pulled his cock from between the girl’s legs and slipped it in between her cheeks.

Chrissy could feel the man’s cock as it pushed against her littlest hole. “Don’t hurt,” she whimpered. “Don’t hurt.”

If Mr. Rollins were paying any attention to her at all, he showed no signs of it. He just kept pushing his cock against Chrissy’s hole.

“Oh, it’s too big,” the girl moaned. “It’s too big, Mr. Rollins.”

Mr. Rollins still didn’t say anything. He just kept pushing and as he did, the girl’s ass relented and at least the head of that cock found its way into her darkest hole.

“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez, Mr. Rollins. Oh geez. Oh geez. It’s so big, Mr. Rollins. It’s so big.”

The man grabbed the girl by the cheeks even as he pushed more of himself between her cheeks. “I’m glad you like it.”

The cheerleader could only moan as the man continued to work his cock in between her cheeks.

The man slapped the cheerleader’s butt and then just for good measure, he slapped it again. The man shook his head. “I can’t believe it,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks, and now, here we are.”

“Don’t hurt me, Mr. Rollins,” the girl moaned. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the man said. “I’m just going to fuck your ass.”

The girl fought the urge to grit her teeth. Tensing up now, she knew, would not be a good thing.

The man continued to work his cock in the girl’s ass and Chrissy continued to moan. Damn, that thing was big. Too big, the girl thought, but she could take it. She knew she could, and besides, the more it went on, the more she was finding that she liked having the shopkeeper in her butt.

The same, it seemed, might be said for the shopkeeper as well. If his moans were to be believed, he clearly enjoyed having his cock where it was.

“I’m going to cum,” the man moaned. “I’m going to cum.”

The girl moaned. “Do it, Mr. Rollins. Do it. I want you to cum inside me.”

The man seemed inclined to do just that until he stopped almost at the very last moment. “I got a better idea,” he said even as he pulled his cock from between Chrissy’s cheeks.

“Turn around,” the man told her and Chrissy did as she was told.

“Open your bra up,” the man said and again, Chrissy followed his instructions.

“Now, grab your tits and tell me you want me to cum on your tits,” the man groaned.

Chrissy held her tits together even as she looked up at the man. “I want you to cum on my tits, Mr. Rollins.”

The man kept stroking his cock. “Oh yeah, here it comes. Here it comes. Oh yeah, here it comes.”

The man groaned as his cock finally unleashed itself on the young woman’s tits. Great gobs of goo accumulated on her tits and pooled in the cleavage in between as the man dumped more and more of his load on the girl.

“Oh yeah,” Chrissy purred. “That’s it, Mr. Rollins. Oh yeah. That’s good. Oh wow, you’re getting it all over me.”

The man squeezed off the last few bits of his cum. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, that was good.”

Chrissy looked up at the man even as she continued to hold her tits together. “So does this mean you’re going to support us. Mr. Rollins? Are you going to make sure the superintendent can’t shut the cheerleading program down?”

The man wiped his brow as he fell back into one of his chairs. “You can count on me,” he told the girl. “You have my word. You keep doing what you’re doing and no one’s going to ever shut you down, not if I have anything to say about it.”

THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 14

Chrissy didn’t much like the new girl. She wasn’t sure why but there was just something about her that made Chrissy uneasy.

One thing that was certain was that the new girl was pretty and even if there had been no other reason to dislike her, as far as Chrissy was concerned, that was reason enough. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Nice tits, and a short, red dress that matched the color on her lips. Yeah, she was pretty and that was reason enough to dislike her.

The new girl was in Chrissy’s English Lit class so Chrissy had a chance to watch her. The new girl didn’t carry a book bag like the rest of the kids in school did. She just carried a small little purse that was barely able to hold a few pencils and maybe a little make-up and nothing else. Chrissy smiled at that. The new girl would soon learn. You had to take notes in Mr. Drake’s class or you’d be lost.

Only, the new girl wasn’t lost. When Mr. Drake sprung a surprise question on her, the new girl just laughed and then she added a few nuances that even Mr. Drake didn’t know.

So the new girl was smart, Chrissy thought. Yet another reason not to like her. She’d raise the curve and make it hard on everyone else not that Chrissy really worried that much about grades. There were always boys out there who were willing to help her out because they thought they might get something out of it. String them along and offer a few words of encouragement every now and then and it was amazing what you could get a boy to do for you.

Still, there was the new girl. She wouldn’t be as easy to control as a boy and there was still something about her that Chrissy didn’t like.

Chrissy was in the cafeteria eating with the rest of the cheerleaders when the new girl came in. She was all alone and that was to be expected. She was new. She wasn’t supposed to have friends only almost as soon as she came in, a couple of boys moved to help her. Chrissy noticed but she said nothing, at least not at first but she knew this wasn’t good.

Lunch was over and Chrissy nodded at Rachel and Natalie. “Come on,” she said. “We have some work to do.”

The three cheerleaders caught up with the new girl out by her locker. The new girl looked up. “Can I help you,” she asked.

The tone was right but Chrissy couldn’t help but get the feeling that helping them wasn’t what the new girl had in mind.

“We need to talk,” Chrissy said.

The blond smiled almost meekly. “Oh really? About what?”

“About how things work around here.”

“Um, we go to classes, we take tests, hopefully we get good grades, and we go on from there. Isn’t that the way it works,” the blond said.

“I’m not talking about any of that crap,” Chrissy said. “I’m talking about how things work around here, in this school.”

The blond shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“We run this school,” Chrissy said. “It belongs to us. Nothing happens here that we don’t approve of one way or the other.”

“You run this school,” said the blond. “I don’t get it. The school administrators and the teachers—”

“We own them. And the school board, too. We can pretty much do whatever we want.”

“So why are you telling me this, then?”

“Because we run the school and because we don’t want some blond bimbo coming in here and trying to mess up everything we’ve put together so we need to find out where you are. We need to know if you’re going to be good or if you’re going to be a problem.”

“I don’t get it,” the blond said. “Who are you?”

“We’re cheerleaders,” Chrissy proudly announced.

The blond’s reaction was hardly what the three girls might have expected. “Cheerleading,” the girl laughed. “How quaint. A little teasing and maybe a lame flash here and there and maybe you have the boys drooling all over you, but that’s not controlling the school.”

Chrissy shook her head. She’d known it. She’d known it right from the start. Something about the blond had told her. This girl was going to be trouble. “I’m telling you. This is our school and we control it all.”

“Okay. Let’s see you prove it.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Well now, that is a good question, isn’t it?”

Yeah, and Chrissy was just sure the new girl already had something in mind. She really didn’t trust the new girl. There was just something about her that made Chrissy uneasy.

“So you girls are cheerleaders?”

“Yeah, that’s right. What of it?”

The new girl smiled. “I was just wondering just how far you’d really be willing to go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re cheerleaders, right? That means show a little tit and show a little ass, but I’m wondering just how far you’d really be willing to go. Would you be willing to go all the way?”

“We’ve done that,” Natalie snorted contemptuously.

The new girl turned her attention on Natalie and the normally aggressive Natalie almost seemed to shrink under the new girl’s gaze. “I’m not talking about boyfriends,” the new girl said. “Anybody can go all the way with a boyfriend.”

“Then what are you talking about,” asked Chrissy.

“I’m talking about complete strangers. I’m talking about letting complete strangers have their way with you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I understand you got a club around here called The Candy Shoppe.”

None of the girls wanted to be the first to admit that she had actually heard of the place.

“It’s a strip club,” the new girl offered.

“Yeah, so,” said Chrissy.

“So, if you really have as much control as you say you do around here, then you shouldn’t be afraid of doing a shift at The Candy Shoppe. I hear they have open tryouts on Tuesday nights. Three little hotties like yourselves, you shouldn’t have any trouble at all pulling in the dough, so what do you say. You girls are all eighteen, aren’t ya?”

The girls were quiet. “I don’t wanna,” Rachel whimpered softly.

The new girl seemed to pick up on Rachel’s cue. “Of course, if you don’t want to, I’d fully understand. You might be thinking you’d get in trouble. I mean, sometimes we don’t have as much control as we think we do.”

Chrissy’s anger flared. “We can do whatever we want to do but what about you. You think you can handle a shift there, too?”

The new girl laughed. “Me? Why would you want me there?”

Chrissy laughed a wry, little laugh. “It was your challenge, not ours, but if you want us there, it seems only right that you should be there, too.”

The new girl laughed again. “Sounds like fun,” she said. “Let’s make it a contest. The girl who gets the most cash wins.”

“You’re on.”

The new girl laughed. “This will be fun,” she said. “I can’t wait. Tryouts are at 9:00 but you got to be there by 8:45 so they can check your paperwork and ladies, don’t be late.”

“We’ll be on time,” Chrissy said but in the back of her mind, she was wondering if she’d just been had. “Just make sure you’re on time, too.”

The new girl smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

“I don’t wanna,” Rachel said as soon as the blond had walked away.

“Yeah,” Natalie agreed. “I’m kind of with Rache here. Why’d you go and agree to that.”

“Come on,” Chrissy said. “She was challenging us.”

“Yeah, but—”

“We had to meet her challenge.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Besides, we’re cheerleaders. What can happen to us?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Nat, you know what we told Shari. We’re in this together. It’s all or nothing.”

“Yeah, but, I guess.”

“Thatta girl, Nat. I knew I could count on you.”

“I just hope we’re not going to regret this.”

“I still don’t wanna.”

Chrissy turned her attention on the other girl. “You’re not backing out on us now, are ya, Rache? You’re going to be there, right?”

“I guess, but I still don’t wanna.”

The three cheerleaders agreed to meet on Tuesday night and go over to the club together. Despite their bravado, there was some trepidation that each of them felt and there was strength in numbers.

The new girl was already there when the three of them arrived. She smiled. Glad to see you made it. “I wouldn’t want you girls chickening out.”

“We’re here,” Chrissy said defiantly, “just like we said we’d be.”

“Well, all right then, let’s do it.”

The manager’s name was Matt Miller. He looked the girls over when they entered. It was a simple appraisal. These were all fine. Better than a lot of what he got through his door. “Any tattoos I should know about,” he asked. “Any scars or disfigurations?”

The girls all shook their heads and it wasn’t like Matt actually believed them anyway. Hell, some guys liked that shit.

“Okay,” he said, “here’s the way it works. Any of you guys bring any stripper clothes with you?”

The girls all shook their head.

“All right then. The easy way. You go into the dressing room and you strip down to your bras and panties. When your name is called, you got one song to strip all the way down. Whatever you make off the tip rail is yours but you’re free to stick around for up to a couple of hours and work the guys for private dances. If you’re out in the public area and you’re not on stage, you’re in bra and panties. Private dance rules are simple. Their done in the back room and nowhere else, and there’s no touching and there’s no soliciting. Anything else goes. Okay, any questions?”

There weren’t any.

“All right then. Before we go any further, I’m going to need to see some proof that you’re over eighteen. How about you first.” The man took the driver’s license from the new girl and he wrote her name down on a clipboard. “Martha Stoffeles.” He handed the license back to the new girl. “All right, Martha, you’re good to go. Next.”

It didn’t take all that long for the man to check the IDs and write the names down. “Now, all you got to do is think of the names you want to dance under on stage. Word to the wise. Even if you think it’s okay to dance under your own name on stage, don’t,” and with that, he left the four girls alone.

Martha seemed to come to a decision almost immediately. She went up to the clipboard and she wrote something down and then she walked away.

The other three girls gathered round. “What’d she write,” Chrissy whispered.

Natalie was holding the clipboard. “She wrote Lucy,” she said.

“What kind of stupid name is that,” Rachel asked in a hushed whisper.

Chrissy wasn’t sure but there was something about that name, something that almost scared her. She wasn’t sure what it was but there was something about that name.

And then Natalie wrote something down and she handed the clipboard to Rachel. Rachel laughed when she saw what the other girl had written. “Good one, Nat,” she said, and then she added a name of her own.

Chrissy took up the clipboard herself. Rachel and Natalie were Sugar and Spice and Rachel was right, Spice was a good name for Natalie, but what name was Chrissy going to choose for herself and then a name came to her. She was the master of her own fates. She was in control. More to the point, she was in control of her own destiny and that’s the name she wrote down. Destiny.

His name was Jeff, or at least that’s what he said his name was. Chrissy wasn’t sure she believed him but then she didn’t really care. The man was ogling her which being a cheerleader was nothing new for her. She was used to that. What she wasn’t used to was the way it was making her feel. She was feeling hot.

It was small talk at first. How long you been doing this? Oh really, it’s your first time dancing? Do you like dancing?

From the way he was looking her up and down, it was clear he was interested in her and Chrissy couldn’t believe it but it was making her even hotter. She wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like he was all that cute, but at least he wasn’t a boy like the guys in school. Maybe that was it but she didn’t think so.

She put a hand on the man’s arm. “Hey,” she said. “How about we go in the back and do a private dance.”

“I don’t know,” said Jeff. “I’m just fine here.”

“But I could show you so much more there,” Chrissy said. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

The man shook his head. “I think I’m fine here.”

“Come on,” Chrissy said. “It’ll be fun. Just you and me in the back. Come on. Let’s do it.”

The man was wavering.

“Come on,” Chrissy said. “It’ll be fun.”

The man looked around and then he looked at Chrissy. “Well, shit. You are hot. Fine,” he said. “Yeah, let’s do it. Let’s go.”

The man seemed about to go.

“Come on,” Chrissy said. “You can bring your drink with you. Come on. Let’s go in the back.”

The man got up and then he was following along and it seemed to Chrissy as if every step was making her even hotter.

They got in the back room and Jeff sat down on the couch and with the money exchanged, it wasn’t all that long before Chrissy was stripping out of her bra and panties.

Jeff slipped a hand behind Chrissy’s body and his hand cupped her ass.

“Hey, you can’t do that,” the cheerleader said as she swatted his hand away. “You’re not supposed to touch.”

“Come on, baby. You know you like it.”

Chrissy graoned. She did like it, but—“It’s against the rules,” she said.

“Yeah, and since when has that stopped you?”

He was right Chrissy knew. The rules didn’t apply to her. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She was a cheerleader. They did apply to her but not just the way they applied to everyone else. But still—

The man tried to grab her ass again and again, Chrissy slapped him away. “I said no.”

“Because you’re afraid,” the man said. “I understand.”

She was not afraid and who was this man to tell her she was. She was not afraid. She’d show him. She was not afraid. She could always complain later if things got out of hand. She had an idea that if she screamed, help would be there real quickly.

She let him do it. She let him reach out. She let him grab her ass.

The man smiled. “That’s a good girl,” he said.

Chrissy smiled weakly. She knew it was wrong but she liked it. She liked it a lot and when the man squeezed one of her cheeks, she liked that, too.

The man was squeezing her ass again. “Come on,” he said. “Come a little closer.”

Chrissy smiled. “I think you can see everything just fine from where I am.”

“Yeah, but maybe I want an even better look.”

“Like what’d you have in mind?”

“Like maybe I’d like to have a better look at your tits.”

Chrissy smiled. She could see where this was going and now that she was getting the hang of it, she kind of liked it. “It’s going to cost you,” she said.

“How much?”

Chrissy hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “Fifty bucks,” she said. “Fifty bucks.”

“Fifty? Deal.”

“Let’s see it.”

“Let’s see the cash first.”

The man grinned and he pulled out the money. “Here you go. Now, let’s see it.”

Chrissy took the money and then she was moving forward. “So you wanted to see my tits,” she said as she brought her breasts forward. She was so close and then she moved even closer. “Is this what you wanted,” she asked even as she pressed her tits against the man’s face. “Is this what you wanted?”

The man groaned. “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it.”

Chrissy couldn’t believe how hot this was making her. Damn, here she was sticking her boobs in the face of some guy she didn’t even know and for some reason, it was making her hotter and hotter.

The man still had his hands on her ass and Chrissy wasn’t even tripping on that. In fact, she wanted it. She wanted him to squeeze her ass.

“You know,” Chrissy said, “if you want to, we could go even further.”

“What do you mean?”

Chrissy couldn’t believe she was doing this. She knew it was against the rules but what the hell did she care. What’s the worst that could happen? The club would kick her out. So what? She wasn’t coming back here again. She was only here on a dare so who cared if the club kicked her out and besides, she needed to show everyone else that she could make more money than them.

“Well, if you got the cash,” she said seductively, “I know I really want to fuck you.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, baby, that I’m so hot and I’m so horny and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad, so if you got the cash, I’m saying we could really get the party started, just you and me.”

“Like how much we talkin’ about?”

That was the question, Chrissy realized. She didn’t know how much to charge. Charge too little and she’d be undercutting herself. Charge too much and she might drive the guy away. “Um, I don’t know. How about 300 bucks?”

“Three hundred,” the man said in an amazed tone.

Shit, Chrissy thought. She’d charged too much but there was a way to correct that. “For that,” she said quickly, “I’d do whatever you wanted.”

“Shit, baby,” the man said. “For that, I would have paid a whole lot more.”

Damn, Chrissy thought. She’d just undercut herself. She hated doing that but she didn’t know and besides, she was just so horny. She couldn’t believe how horny she was. It almost wasn’t natural how horny she really was. She almost had the feeling that if he’d asked her, she would have done it for nothing. Chrissy moaned to herself. It couldn’t be helped but at least she was getting something. “So do we have a deal,” she asked.

The man grinned. “Yeah, babe, we got a deal. Now why don’t you get that cock out of my pants.”

There was something in the way he said it that just made Chrissy feel so low and so used. After all, she was a cheerleader. Who was this guy to order her around, but on the other hand, she was getting paid. She slid a hand down and then she pushed the man’s zipper down.

She pushed her hand inside the man’s pants and then she worked her had inside his briefs. She couldn’t help moaning as she wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock. Moments later, she’d done it. Moments later, she’d pulled that cock out into the light.

The man groaned. “Shit, babe, you really want that, don’t you?”

Was it that obvious, Chrissy wondered but then in the next instant, she knew she just didn’t care how obvious she was. She needed to be fucked and she didn’t really care if the man knew it.

Chrissy brought her pussy closer to the man’s cock. She was almost there. Her pussy was so fucking wet and then it was there, the head of the man’s cock pressing against her wet lips.

Chrissy didn’t wait. She shoved her pussy down on that cock and she moaned as she did so. Damn, that felt good. That felt so fucking good. She pulled her pussy up only to shove it down again. Oh geez. That felt so fucking good.

Chrissy moaned again. Now, that she was getting fucked, now at least, it felt a little better but she knew she couldn’t stop now and she knew she didn’t want to. Idly, she wondered how the other girls were doing. Probably not as good as her, she figured.

That wasn’t exactly true. Natalie had found a guy of her own and just like her cheerleading captain, she’d found herself consumed by a desire to fuck. It was just that she was less patient than Chrissy was so almost as soon as she’d gotten the man in the private room, she’d made him an offer. “Give me fifty bucks,” she said, “and I’ll suck your dick.”

That offer had earned her the first of five crisp fifty dollar bills that she now had in her possession.

The second fifty had come soon thereafter when the man had started to groan. Natalie had pulled her mouth off the man’s cock and she had looked up at him. “For another fifty bucks,” she offered, “I’ll let you cum in my mouth.” The man had accepted and Natalie had gotten not only another crisp fifty dollar bill but a belly full of cum.

Even after the man had finished cumming in Nat’s mouth, the girl had made it clear that she wasn’t done with him. Her mouth had continued to lick the man’s cock and as she continued to lick him, once again, his cock seemed to come to life.

Natalie had pulled her mouth off the man’s cock and she had looked up at him and she smiled. “It looks like someone’s ready for some more action,” she had said.

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

Natalie had slipped her hand around the man’s cock and she’d given it a few good strokes. “So what do you want now.”

At first, it had seemed as if the man wasn’t going to answer but then he’d groaned again. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Stick it between your tits. That’s what I want. Stick it between your tits. That’s what I want.”

“For another fifty bucks?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

And that’s how Natalie had acquired the third fifty dollar bill even as she’d taken the man’s cock between her tits.

But the girl wasn’t done with the man. “Is that all you want,” she’d asked. “Is that all you want, to feel your cock between my tits?”

The man groaned. “Fuck.”

“Is that what you want,” the girl had asked.

“Huh?”

“Are you saying that’s what you want,” she’d asked again. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”

“How much would that cost?”

She’d stroked the man’s cock. “Mmm, I don’t know. How about another fifty bucks.”

That’s how Natalie had ended up with her fourth crisp, new fifty dollar bill and that’s how the man had ended up with Natalie in his lap with her back to him even as she pushed her pussy down on his cock. She’d leaned back as she ground herself against the man’s cock. “Mmm yeah,” she’d moaned, “mmm yeah, that feels good.”

The last fifty hadn’t come when the man had reached around and tried to grab her tits. Natalie was perfectly fine with that but when the man had tried to kiss her, she’d turned away. “If you want a kiss,” she’d said, “it’s going to cost you.”

“How much?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“For a kiss? Forget it.”

“It’s not just a kiss,” the girl had reminded him.

“No?”

The girl’d shook her head. “It’s everything that comes with the kiss. It’s the intimacy. It’s me kissing you. It’s you kissing me and most of all, when the time comes, it’s me letting you cum in my pussy.”

An offer like that really didn’t take that much consideration and the man hadn’t really given it much thought, either. He just handed over the fifty as Natalie continued to grind herself against his cock.

If anything, Rachel was even hotter than the other two cheerleaders but almost as a result of that, she’d made the least money of all because a lot of times, she gave away for free stuff she could have been charging money for but she just couldn’t help herself. She wanted to fuck so bad that almost from the very moment that she’d gotten a guy of her own in the back, she’d been on him. It was almost as if she’d forgotten the reason why they’d come back there in the first place. In Rachel’s mind, it seemed as if the only reason they’d come to the back was so that Rachel could get her pussy fucked.

She quickly stripped off her clothes and then like her friends, she’d quickly forgotten the rule about no touching because she was rubbing up against the man and pressing her hand against the front of his pants. “Mmm,” she had purred. “Can I see this? Can I? Can I huh?”

Without even waiting for a response, the girl had unzipped the man’s pants and she had slipped a hand inside.

“I need this,” she had said. “I need it. I need it so bad.”

She hadn’t waited for the man’s response. Instead, she had just opened his belt and then she’d opened his jeans and then she’d pushed his jeans down past his hips.

Once again, her hand had latched onto the man’s cock and then she was kneeling. She’d never even sucked a cock before that night, but that night, she’d sucked that cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world and from the way the man was moaning, she knew she was doing it right.

Even as her mouth had worked that cock, one of her hands slid between her legs. God, she loved being naked, the girl had thought. It made it so easy to pleasure yourself when you were sucking cock.

It was just about then when Rachel had forgotten the other of the club rules. They were there to make money and she was there to get fucked so why shouldn’t she ask the dude for money. It wasn’t like she was actually going to say no to the guy. If he turned her down, she was still going to let him fuck her, but it was worth a try. “Hey, Mister,” Rachel had said, “if you give me some money, I’ll let you fuck me.”

“How much?”

“How about a hundred bucks?”

“A hundred bucks?!”

The man had seemed upset so Rachel quickly acted to mollify him. “But for that,” she had said, “I’ll let you do whatever you want. No more stopping. We keep going until you’re ready to stop.”

“For just a hundred bucks?”

That’s when Rachel realized that she could have charged more but she didn’t care. She wanted to get fucked. “Sure, Mister,” she had said. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

The man was pulling out his wallet even as he was shaking his head. “Best damned hundred bucks I ever spent,” he’d said even but he stopped before he handed it over. “No stopping, right?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Rachel had said.

“Shit,” the man had said and the money was exchanged, and moments later, Rachel was on the couch with her legs spread as the man slid in between them.

“Oh yeah,” the girl had moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah, come on. Fuck me.”

The man had responded and the girl had just kept on moaning as the cock continued to cum. She couldn’t believe how much she loved getting fucked like this.

She’d changed positions when the knock had come. She was on her hands and knees with the man’s hands on her hips even as he pushed his cock between her legs but it wasn’t her pussy that was getting fucked. She’d never taken a cock where she had it now but she knew she liked it. She moaned again as her tits rocked with every thrust of that cock.

There came the knock on the door again. “Open up in there,” a voice said. “It’s the police.”

Both Rachel and the man froze.

“Open up,” the voice said again and then without even waiting for a response, a key turned in the lock and suddenly, the door was open.

There was no doubt what had been happening in the room. The bills were still out in the open and even if the man hadn’t been caught with his cock still inside the girl, the room reeked of sex.

A man stepped into the room. “Put some clothes on,” he told the girl, “and come on out of there.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re under arrest. That’s why.”

When Rachel stepped out of the room, she could already see Chrissy and Natalie in handcuffs. It seemed as just the three of them were the only ones caught by the police and Martha was nowhere to be found.

A man snapped their picture as they were led out. “This’ll look great on the front pages of the paper,” the man had said. “Local cheerleaders arrested for prostitution.”

The girls were taken to the police station and then were thrown into a holding cell. “What are we going to do,” moaned Rachel.

Chrissy shook her head. She didn’t know. She certainly didn’t feel like she was in charge of her fate now.

“So what’s going to happen to us,” Natalie asked.

Chrissy shook her head. “You mean if we get out of here. I don’t know. Kicked out of school, maybe. Probably not. It’s just a first offense, but we’re probably fucked as far as cheerleading goes.”

“Yeah,” Natalie agreed.

“Who cares about cheerleading,” Rachel said. “They’re going to say we’re hookers. Doesn’t that mean anything to you guys?”

“We are hookers,” Natalie said.

“What?”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I was charging for it, and you know what, given the chance, I think I’d do it again. It was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah,” said Chrissy.

Rachel stared in disbelief but then she almost seemed to crumble. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Yeah, we’re screwed.”

The jail cell door slid open and any moment, the three cheerleaders expected to see their jailer, but what they saw was Martha. “You girls coming out of there,” she asked.

“I … I don’t understand,” said Rachel.

“Yeah, what happened,” asked Natalie.

The new girl smiled. “I pulled a few strings. It wasn’t hard when you’re really connected. I got you out.”

“I don’t get it,” said Rachel.

“What the fucks to get,” said Natalie as she practically sprang out of the cell. “We’re out. That’s all that matters.”

Rachel stepped out of the jail cell followed closely by Chrissy but then Chrissy stopped. “Wait a minute. We’re forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”

“That reporter. He took our pictures. By tomorrow, our faces are going to be plastered all over the newspaper.”

“Yeah,” said Natalie glumly.

“Yeah,” agreed Rachel.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” said Martha even as she held up a roll of exposed film. “I don’t think anyone’s going to be printing these anywhere.”

“Martha,” Rachel screamed. “I can’t believe it. You’re incredible.”

Natalie gave the new girl a hug. “You really bailed us out on this one,” she said.

Chrissy thanked the new girl, too, but all the while she was thinking, they wouldn’t have been in jail in the first place if it hadn’t been for the new girl. Yep, the new girl was trouble. The new girl was going to need to be watched.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 15

Sometimes, Tanya Drupinski just couldn’t help but cry.

For the most part, Tanya had learned to keep her emotions in check. People could be cruel, she knew, but if you let them know they’d gotten the better of you, that only encouraged them to be even crueler, but sometimes, Tanya Drupinski just couldn’t help but cry.

That’s what she was doing that Spring afternoon. She’d managed to keep her composure long enough to get away from the haters and the name callers, foremost among those being that slut, Chrissy Wilde, but she’d only just barely managed to get away and she knew that they were probably laughing behind her back.

So, she was sitting on a park bench and she was crying. Not the most private of places, she knew, but she knew she wasn’t going to run into anyone she knew so this was just fine.

“So, what are you crying about?”

Tanya’s head popped up and she looked around. Where had that girl come from? She was sure she hadn’t seen her here before.

“I asked what you were crying about.”

“None of your business,” Tanya spat out.

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to help out.”

Tanya was rubbing her eyes trying to get herself to stop crying. “I don’t think there’s a whole lot you could do that would help me,” Tanya spat.

The blond smiled. “You never know. I can be very helpful. I help people all the time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you can help me.”

“You never know.”

“No, I’m sure. No one can help me.”

The blond seemed to consider that. “Are you sure? I mean, looking at you, I think I almost could guess what your problems are.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I mean, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that what’s really bothering you is that your tits are so small.”

“Fuck you,” the girl said.

The blond laughed. “Don’t be like that,” she said. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just making a guess.”

“I’m leaving,” Tanya said.

“But if you leave now, you won’t be able to hear my solution.”

“I don’t need your solution,” Tanya said even as she pulled herself up off the bench. The walk home wasn’t that far.

The blond wasn’t about to let her go as easy as that. When Tanya moved, so did she. “Come on,” she said. “I know I can help.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Just hear me out then.”

Tanya stopped walking. She wasn’t even sure why. “You got a solution to my problems,” she said bitterly. “Fine. Let’s hear it.”

The blond smiled. “As I said before, your tits are small.”

“Fuck you.”

The blond went right on talking. “But that’s not your real problem, is it? Your real problem is that no one takes you seriously, isn’t it? You’re real problem is that you don’t look like a girl. I’ll bet when people really want to be mean, they probably call you a boy, don’t they, and it’s all because of your small tits, but I’ll bet your biggest problem is you want to fuck all the time but no one will take you seriously because your tits are so small.”

Tanya just stared at the blond. How could the girl know these things. As far as she knew, she and the girl had never met so how could the girl know these things.

“So, how’d I do,” asked the blond.

Tanya didn’t want to admit the truth but she wanted to hear what the blond had to say. The edge had gone out of her voice. “So how can you help me,” she asked.

“Why, by giving you the body you really want. By giving you the body you deserve instead of the one you were born with.”

Tanya looked at the girl. She couldn’t be more than eighteen, nineteen tops. How could she do what she was saying she could do? “What,” she asked. “Are you talking about plastic surgery or something?”

The blond laughed disarmingly. “No, no, no. Nothing as crass as that. It would be all real. It would be all you.”

Tanya nodded. “You’re not trying to sell me some vitamins, are you, because I already tried those, and they didn’t work.”

The blond laughed again. “Of course not,” she said. “How could they. You need more than just a few pills.”

“What then?”

“You need to give yourself to me.”

Tanya took a step back. “You’re not one of those religious nuts, are you? Put yourself in the hands of the Lord and he’ll take care of everything.”

The blond laughed louder than she had laughed before. “No, that’s definitely not what I’m telling you to do.”

“Then what?”

The blond smiled even as she stepped closer to the girl. “Well, you have a pretty face, Tanya.” The blond stroked a hand over the girl’s face and then she traced that hand down over the girl’s body. “I just want to make sure that you have a body to match.”

“But what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to put yourself in my hands.” Both the blond’s hands were now on the girl’s body. The blond circled behind Tanya’s body but her hands continued to caress her. They reached around her and they fondled Tanya’s nearly non-existant tits. Her mouth was right there nearly at Tanya’s ear. “I want you to know what it’s like to have nice, big tits.”

Tanya gasped. For a moment there, it had seemed as if her tits had suddenly become large and she could feel it, the blond’s hands on her well-formed tits, and then it was gone. Her chest was just as flat as it had always been.

The blond continued to run her hands over Tanya’s body. “I want you to feel what it feels like to have the perfect body. The perfect tits,” and again, Tanya felt it, the swell in her chest and then it was gone again.

Those hands moved lower, “the perfect waist,” and for an instant there, the girl’s waist felt incredibly small and the stomach that she’d been trying to lose five pounds on was suddenly slim and taut.

The hands were moving again and then they were on the girl’s butt. “The perfect ass,” the blond said, and strangely, Tanya felt no change in her bottom.

And the hands moved lower still. “And the perfect legs,” and suddenly, Tanya could feel it, from her hips, all the way down to her feet. For a moment there, she imagined herself not in the sneakers she was wearing but in heels with people staring at her perfect legs.

“And all I ask,” said the blond even as she slipped a hand between Tanya’s legs, “is that you let ‘this’ do some favors for me every now and then.”

Tanya could feel her pussy getting hotter. That wasn’t that unusual. The girl was normally in a state of arousal of some sort or another. It was cruel, the girl had thought, to had a body that was ready to fuck but to lack the equipment she needed to get the job done which wasn’t to say she was a virgin but what she really needed was something more.

Tanya shook her head to clear it. “Wait a minute? What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is you can have everything you ever wanted and all you have to do is give yourself to me.”

“But … but how?”

“How’s not important right now. What is important is if I can deliver and I’m telling you, if you put yourself in my hands, I will deliver.”

“But—”

The blond shook her head. “There’s no time for buts. Either you want it or you don’t. I thought maybe you did want my help. I thought maybe you did want to be prettier than Chrissy Wilde, but maybe I thought wrong.”

The name of her chief tormentor got Tanya burning again. “I’d be prettier than Chrissy Wilde?”

“If you want to be.”

Tanya paused for a moment. “What do I have to do?”

The blond smiled. “Just do what I say and I’ll take care of you.”

Tanya thought it over. What exactly did she have to lose anyway. She nodded. “I’ll do it. So what now.”’

The blond smiled. “Now? We go to your place.”

“My place?”

“Your parents aren’t home are they. They both work, right.”

“Yeah.”

“So we go to your place.”

“Okay.” It didn’t even occur to Tanya just how easily she acceded to the blond’s request or what it was they were going to do when they got there. “My house is just a few blocks away. We can walk.”

“That’s okay. We can take my car.”

“Your car?”

“Sure, it’s right here.”

That’s when Tanya noticed the little, red convertible. Funny, she thought, a car as hot as that, she would have thought she would have noticed it before.

The two girls climbed into the car. “I’m Martha,” the blond said. “I’m new here.”

“Oh, hey, I’m Tanya.”

“I know,” said the blond.

The blond quickly drove the two girl’s back to Tanya’s place and it never occurred to Tanya how it was that the blond knew her way around without ever getting a single direction from her.

Tanya pulled a key from her pocket and she let the two girls in. “I’m really not supposed to let in people mom and dad don’t know,” she said conspiratorially, “but if you really can do what you say you can, I guess it’s okay.”

Martha laughed. “I know what you mean,” she said. “I’m not against breaking the rules every now and then although I found out just recently just how bad that could be.”

“Oh, really? How?”

The blond ignored the question. “So where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall here, why?”

The blond laughed. “My, my, my. We are suspicious, but it was you who said you needed my help.” The blond stroked a finger along the length of Tanya’s arm and it was almost as if Tanya could see her shirt blossom out as her tits grew but then in the very next moment, her shirt hung just as limply as it ever had. “It was you who said she was going to put herself in my hands but if you don’t want my help, I can leave right now and all you will have gotten is a free ride home.”

Tanya was still looking down at her flat chest. “No,” she said hurriedly. “Don’t go.”

“Then you’re going to do what I say?”

“You really can do what you say you can? You’re not just bull shitting me, are you?”

The blond laughed again. “I promise you. I can definitely deliver the goods.”

Tanya seemed to think it over for a couple moments longer but the blond already knew what the answer was going to be. She’d made way too many similar offers in the past to be surprised all that often. “Come on,” Tanya said, “my bedroom’s this way.”

Tanya led the other girl down the hallway and then she plopped herself down on the bed. “So what are you going to do,” she asked. “How are you going to make my tits big?”

“Well first, I think we need to see what we’re working with so why don’t we get that top off of you.”

Hesitantly, Tanya pulled off her top. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this but for some reason, she kept thinking a deal’s a deal.

“Oh my,” said the blond. “Would you look at those. They’re so cute.”

Cute was hardly a word that Tanya liked, and she especially liked it even less when that word was applied to her tits.

The blond seemed oblivious to Tanya’s discomfort. “They’re so cute,” she said again, “and sensitive, too, I’ll bet. Why, I’d bet if I were to do this,” and here she leaned in to plant a kiss, on each of Tanya’s petite breasts, “why I’d bet they’d really come to life.”

Tanya almost could feel it. It was almost as if there was a surge of energy coursing through her tits with each kiss that the blond planted there.

“Oh yeah, so nice and sensitive,” the blond said.

Tanya moaned as the blond continued to kiss her tits. She’d never thought she would have wanted to have a girl kiss her tits, but suddenly, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wanted the blond to do it. She wanted her to kiss her tits.

The blond pulled away.

“Don’t stop now,” Tonya whimpered.

The blond smiled. “So you like it, do you? You like it when I kiss your breasts.”

“Yes,” Tanya moaned.

“They’re so nice and sensitive, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Especially, the nipples. Your nipples are so sensitive.”

“Yes.”

“Your nipples are so sensitive. They need to be kissed so much.”

“Oh yes,” Tanya moaned. That was what she needed. She needed someone to kiss her nipples.

“You need someone to kiss the nipples on your big tits.”

Tanya could feel her anger flare. She didn’t have big tits and yet, when she looked down at herself, there they were, just like she’d imagined them and then in the next instant, they were gone.

“I know what you need,” the blond was saying. “You need something like this.”

That’s when the blond pulled her little red dress down and suddenly, Tanya found herself staring at the blond’s firm, young tits. She couldn’t help but stare. Those tits. They were just so perfectly round.

“What do you say? Do you need something like these?”

Tanya just stared at those tits. She knew what she wanted. She wanted those tits.

The blond seemed to almost sense the other girl’s need. “If you want tits like these, it’s not all that hard to get them. In fact, I’d say it’s rather simple.”

Tanya never took her eyes off the other girl’s tits. “How,” she asked.

The blond smiled. “If you want tits like these, all you have to do is kiss them.”

That got the other girl’s attention. She turned and looked at the blond. “What did you say?”

“You heard me. All you have to do is kiss them.”

“But … but … but that’s silly.”

“What’s silly is wanting tits like these and when someone offers them to you, you turn them down.”

“But how would kissing them make my tits bigger,” Tanya asked.

“I guess you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

This was silly, Tanya told herself. How could kissing another girl’s tits make her own tits get big. That just didn’t make any sense. Still, silly or not, she’d never touched breasts like those, so even though she really didn’t believe what the blond was telling her, Tanya leaned in and cupped one of the blond’s tits even as she attached her mouth to one of the blond’s tits.

Even as she kissed the breast of the other woman, Tanya could have sworn she felt a surge of power course through her chest, but when she looked down at herself, her tits appeared just as small as ever.

“Don’t stop now,” the blond said. “Keep it up. You’re doing fine.”

This was silly, Tanya told herself, but her hand was still there on the blond’s breast and her mouth was still there, too, so she kissed the blond’s breast again, and again, she felt it, a surge that seemed almost like an electric current flowing across her chest.

Tanya kissed the other girl’s chest again. Even if it wasn’t doing anything special for her own tits, Tanya liked the way it felt. Even if it really wasn’t doing anything at all, at least it felt like it was, so Tanya kissed the other girl’s tits and then she kissed them again.

The blond was holding Tanya’s head. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss my tits. Kiss them like the little slut you are.”

If Tanya took any notice of the adverse characterization of her, she showed no indication of it. Instead, she just kept kissing the tits in front of her.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re my little slut, aren’t you. Always so hot and wet and ready to do whatever I tell you to do, aren’t you.”

Tanya was finding there was almost something unnatural about those tits. The more she kissed them, the more she wanted to kiss them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard what the blond was saying but she was just so hot and wet that it made it hard to think straight.

“Yeah, you’re a good, little slut, aren’t you? You’re my good, little slut, always so hot and horny and ready to kiss my breasts.”

She was hot. She was horny. She was always ready to kiss those tits.

The blond tilted Tanya’s head up so that the girl could look her in the eyes. “You’re cute,” she said. “I like you.”

Tanya found herself staring into the blond’s red eyes. Funny, she thought. She’d thought the blond had had blue eyes, but no matter. The longer she looked into those eyes, the deeper she seemed to go. It was almost as if she was falling into those red eyes.

Those eyes. Those eyes were drawing her upwards. She knew she had to give the blond a kiss.

Her eyes locked on the blond’s lips. Oh geez, they were so full and puffy. Tanya moaned to herself. She’d never wanted to kiss a girl before but suddenly, she found herself wanting it more than she could ever have imagined. Her lips moved in closer. She needed to kiss the blond. She needed to kiss her lips.

Her lips moved closer and closer and then she was there. Her lips were pressing up against the blond’s and it all felt so good when suddenly, the girl’s eyes popped open.

Her tits. She could feel them. Well, it wasn’t like she couldn’t feel them before but they had never felt like this. Her tits were pressed up against the blond’s and they were so sensitive. It seemed as if almost the very touch of anything against her nipples was almost enough to get her off but as amazing as that was, that wasn’t what had Tanya’s attention. What had her attention wasn’t how sensitive they were. What had Tanya’s attention was that her tits were huge.

The blond smiled at the obvious amazement of the other girl. “I can’t have my sluts running around with small tits now, can I?”

There was just something about the way the blond said that that just sounded so possessive. My sluts. And yet, Tanya couldn’t find anything wrong with the statement. Was that really what she was. Was she really a slut and more than that, was she the blond’s slut?

The first part was easy. Tanya was hot and she was horny. Was she a slut? Hell, yeah, she was a slut. She couldn’t wait to show off her new tits. She couldn’t wait to have them touched and felt and she couldn’t wait to have someone service her cunt.

Someone, she thought. Had she really meant to say that? Someone and not some guy? Had she really meant to think that? But then Tanya realized she didn’t care who did it just so long as someone serviced her cunt. She was so fucking horny and now that she was, she couldn’t imagine herself ever not being horny. Maybe less horny and more horny, but never not horny. Was she a slut? Damn right, she was a slut and proud of it.

But what of the second part? Was she really the blond’s slut? It almost made it sound as if she belonged to the blond, as if she were the blond’s property. Was that really what she was, and yet to ask the question was to answer it. The blond had made her who she was. The blond had given her what she had always wanted. She knew she’d do anything for her newest best friend but did she belong to her? Hell yeah, she belonged to her and just coming to that realization made Tanya even hotter.

The blond laughed. It was almost as if she could read Tanya’s mind. “I think my newest slut has some work to do.”

Even without being told what that was, Tanya knew what was required of her. She pulled the blond’s red dress the rest of the way down her body and then she slid her hands inside the blond’s black, lace panties. Her hands squeezed the blond’s ass and then they were moving again, pushing the panties down until they were lying on top of the discarded dress.

The blond stepped down out of the now discarded clothing and she laid back on the bed. She spread her legs. “Come here, slut.”

Tanya came. She slid dropped to her knees and she slipped between the blond’s thighs. The blond was just as wet as she knew she was herself and then she had her mouth down there on the blond’s cunt.

“Oh yeah,” the blond moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it slut. Eat me. Eat me right there.”

Tanya knew the blond was playing with her tits even as she stroked a hand through Tanya’s hair. In the past, that might have bothered her. In the past, she might have seen that almost as if the blond were saying look at me. I have tits and you don’t, but that didn’t bother Tanya anymore. Tanya was free to pursue that pussy and that was exactly what she did.

Tanya found herself wanting to play with her tits or her pussy but she didn’t. There would be time enough for that later, she told herself. Right now, she had more important things to do. Right now, she had to make the blond cum.

The blond was moaning even as she worked a hand through the other woman’s hair. “That’s it, slut,” she said. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me. Eat me like the little slut you are.”

Tanya found herself liking that. She liked being called a slut because that’s what she was. She was a horny, little slut. She was a fucking slut. She was the blond’s little fucking slut. The girl moaned to herself. She knew what she was. She was a slut and all that really mattered to her was sex.

“Oh yeah, slut,” the blond was moaning. “Eat me. Eat me.”

Tanya knew the blond was close. Just a little more, she knew. Just a little more and she could make her mistress cum.

“Oh yeah,” the blond moaned. “Oh yeah, slut. I know what you want. You want a big, hard cock inside you, but you’re willing to give me what I need, too.”

Tanya moaned to herself. Getting a cock inside her would be great but she needed to get the blond off first and if she wasn’t mistaken, that was going to happen any moment now.

“You want this, slut. You want this. Oh fuck, yeah. I know you do. Oh fuck, yeah. Here it comes.”

Tanya knew the blond was cumming and she liked it. She liked what her tongue was doing to the blond and she liked the way her tongue made the blond’s body quiver but most of all, she knew she wanted to eat that pussy again real soon.

When it was over, Tanya climbed up on the bed and the two girls kissed. They kissed again but then Martha got up. It was as if she’d gotten what she’d wanted and she was done. She redressed herself and she looked at Tanya still lying naked there on her bed. “I got to have my sluts ready for action at all times so I left some new clothes for you,” she said and then she was gone.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 16

Megan slugged her lab partner in the arm. “You really are such a fuckin’ wuss,” she told the boy.

“Hey, what the heck did you do that for?”

“Because I can. God, you’re so fuckin’ beat down. What the heck’s the matter with you?”

“What do you mean,” the boy complained.

“What do you mean,” the girl mimicked back. “Look at you. You’re a good looking guy and yet here you are with your dick just hangin’ there between your legs when you could be out having fun, but no, you have to pretty much be at Mandy’s fucking beck and call.”

“I am not at Mandy’s beck and call,” Jeremy said defensively.

“Don’t give me that crap. I saw you out by the lockers. She was playing you, dude, and you were fuckin’ takin’ it like a little, wussy boy.”

“I was not.”

“Were to.”

“Was not.”

“Were to.”

A look from Mr. Graham was enough to settle the two students down and get their heads back in their lab books but not before Megan mouthed the words “were to” one last time and just about that time, Mr. Graham turned to glare at the two students so Jeremy could do nothing but sit there and take it.

“Wimp.” Those were the first words out of Megan’s mouth as soon as the two students emerged from Mr. Graham’s classroom.

“Fuck you.”

“Ooooh, is that an offer?”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Megan laughed but the boy’s remarks had hit surprisingly close to home. Did he know, she wondered. Did he know how much she wanted him. She laughed again.

“Fuck you.”

Megan just laughed as the two students once again returned to their lockers all the while unaware that while the two of them had been joking around inside Mr. Graham’s classroom, someone had been watching them.

Megan woke up the next morning feeling sore. Why was she sore, she wondered. More than that though, it was where she was sore as if someone had been ramming a big, fat cock up between her legs, but why was she sore.

She came downstairs to find her mother fixing breakfast. “Well, it’s about time you woke up, sleepyhead. How was your big date last night?”

Megan was confused. She hadn’t been on a big date last night. She’d been—well, she couldn’t remember what it was she’d been doing but she knew she hadn’t been out on a date and yet, when it came to correcting her mom, Megan suddenly felt like that was something she shouldn’t do. “Fine,” she said. “The date was fine.”

“You and Jeremy have a good time?”

“I said it was fine, mom.”

Megan’s mother had heard that tone before. As much as she wanted to know what was bothering her daughter, she knew that prying was the last way to get it out of her. Better to let the girl tell her in her own, good time, or at least that’s what the woman thought.

Thoughts were racing through Megan’s head. Had she been out on a date with Jeremy? How could she not remember something like that?

She caught up with Jeremy later that day at school. “Hey, um, I got a question to ask you.”

“Sure. Go ahead. Shoot.”

Megan looked around her. The locker area was much too crowded for the question she wanted to pose. She grabbed the boy by the shirt and she pulled him along behind her. “Come on,” she said. “Follow me.”

Megan pulled the boy around behind the library and pushed him up against the wall. “Don’t get me wrong,” she said, “but there’s something I just got to know. I … geez, I can’t believe I’m asking this, but … did we, um, did we go out last night?”

The boy was looking at Megan with this look of complete amazement on his face and Megan knew she’d blown it. She knew what he was thinking. How could she forget going out with him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” the boy suddenly blurted out. “I just didn’t know how to ask it.”

“You’re kidding.”

The boy shook his head. “I just didn’t know how to ask it but it seems we must have been going at it pretty hot and heavy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve already had a couple people come up and ask me about it and I’ve had one person tell me to watch out, that I better not let Mandy catch me cheating on her and all the while I’m thinking that I have no idea what the hell anyone is talking about but as best I can make out, we went up to the Point and—”

“The Point? What the hell were we doing there?”

The boy looked at the girl askew. “You know what people do at the Point.”

“Yeah, but, oh shit. You don’t mean to say we were doing THAT?”

“From what everyone says, apparently so.”

“And you have no memory of it?”

The boy shook his head.

“That is so weird. So, um, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it seems we went out last night.”

The boy nodded.

“And it seems as if we must have enjoyed ourselves.”

Again, the boy nodded.

“So the question is do we do it again.”

“Do you want to do it again,” the boy asked.

Megan couldn’t help but recall how sore she had felt that morning. If the previous night’s activities had anything to do with that then hell yeah, she wanted to do it again. “Yeah,” she said, “I think I do.”

The boy grinned. “You know what? I kind of think I want to do it, too, and I’m not sure I care if Mandy catches us or not.”

Megan looked at the boy in astonishment. It was the first time she’d ever heard him say anything like that. “Pick me up at eight,” she asked.

“Eight sounds good to me.”

“All right. See ya then.”

“See you then,” the boy said.

Megan gulped nervously. She hoped Jeremy didn’t know just how nervous this was making her. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her but the truth was that for some reason, even though she knew she really liked the boy, just thinking about going out on a date with Jeremy was making her so incredibly hot.

Megan was even hotter still when there came a knock on her door at the appointed time. She grabbed her jacket and practically raced for the door. “See ya later, mom,” she called out.

“Don’t be out too late,” her mom called out. “Remember, you got school tomorrow.”

“I’ll remember,” Megan said and then she was pulling the door open and there was Jeremy, standing there on her doorstep. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”

It wasn’t until Megan got in Jeremy’s car that she realized that they hadn’t really made plans for what they were going to do but almost from the moment that Jeremy pulled the car away from the curb, Megan knew where the boy was going and what he wanted to do and even though she knew that she should be upset at him thinking he could do that, she also knew she wasn’t upset. She knew she wanted him to do it.

Jeremy pulled his car into the gravel parking lot at the Point and he set the parking break. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “me bringing you here. I mean, I know it’s only our first date, but somehow, I mean, somehow, this seems right.”

“I know what you mean,” Megan said, “and I agree. This does feel right.”

“I got something for you.”

“For me,” Megan said. “Really, Jeremy, you didn’t have to but I got to know. What is it?”

The boy produced a box. It was small and thin and white.

“What’s that,” Megan asked.

The boy opened the box and Megan peered inside. Even in the limited light inside the car, Megan thought she knew what was inside.

It was a leather dog collar and encrusted on its side in rhinestones was a single word: Bitch.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Megan purred and then she caught herself. Why had she said that. Why had she thought that this thing was beautiful.

“You really think so,” Jeremy asked.

“Oh yeah,” the girl gushed. “I think it’s great. Can you put it on me, please?”

Wait a minute, Megan thought. Why had she said that, and yet even as she was thinking that, she was leaning forward so that the boy could put the collar around her neck.

The boy was slipping the collar around Megan’s neck and she felt him pulling the buckle tight.

A sort of panic came over the girl. Clothes, she thought. Why was she wearing clothes. Bitches didn’t wear clothes. She needed to get out of these things.

Suddenly though, her clothes had become amazingly complex. She couldn’t remember how to work the fasteners that held the clothes in place and if she couldn’t work those fasteners, then how was she going to be able to get out of her clothes.

“Here, let me help you with those.”

Megan wasn’t sure if the boy had sensed her distress or if he just wanted to see her naked but it didn’t matter either way. He was taking her clothes off and that was all that mattered.

Off came her jacket and then his hands were on her top. He was pulling the light-weight garment out of her jeans and he was pulling it over her head.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was some small and insignificant part of Megan that was saying this was wrong. Even if she did want to feel the boy’s cock inside her, it shouldn’t be happening like this.

But then the boy was reaching around her and he was taking off her bra and the girl moaned as the boy’s hands lingered on her tits. The girl moaned. She hadn’t really thought of her tits as being all that sexual. To her mind, they were a bit small. She’d always thought that they might have been bigger but now she was finding just how sexual her tits could really be.

The girl moaned again. This time, it was because the hands were leaving her tits. She wanted them to stay but in a moment, she knew where those hands were going.

Those hands were on the front of her jeans and then they working at the buttons that they found there. She had barely enough wherewithal to know that she needed to pull her butt up off the seat so the boy could slide her jeans underneath her butt.

It wasn’t just her jeans he was pulling down. It was her panties, too. Again, there was that part of her, small and insignificant, that was saying this was wrong but that was nothing compared to the part of her that was telling her how wet she was.

Those pants were pulled down around her ankles but she couldn’t get them off. She looked down at her shoes. Why couldn’t she remember how to get those off. If she could get her shoes off, then she could get her clothes off like she needed to do.

She needed to get naked? Was that right? She wasn’t sure.

But then Jeremy was there taking off first the one of her shoes and then the other. His hands held first the one calf and then the other as he pulled each leg free and finally it had happened. She was naked just like she wanted to be.

A new imperative presented itself to her. She was a bitch. She was a bitch in heat. She needed to get out of the car. She needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad. She needed to get out of the car and she needed to get fucked like the little bitch in heat that she was.

But she couldn’t figure out how to get the car door open. The controls were suddenly confusing to her. She looked at the controls and then she looked back at the boy. She needed Jeremy’s help but somehow the words wouldn’t come to her. She couldn’t remember how to ask for the help she needed.

Again, Jeremy seemed to sense her need. He got out of the car and he came around to her side and then he was opening the car door.

Megan tumbled to the ground and she suddenly found herself on all fours. This felt right to her being down on all fours. She was a bitch in heat. Of course, she belonged on all fours with her pussy hanging out just waiting for some beast to come up behind her and stick his cock inside her. Yeah, that was what she needed.

She wandered off the gravel parking lot and she moaned again. She liked the dirt under her hands and knees. She was a girl of nature.

No, she wasn’t, she told herself. That wasn’t right. She hated the outdoors. She hated camping.

No, that wasn’t right. She liked nature. She was a nature girl. She was a bitch in heat and she didn’t care who saw her. She needed to be fucked and she needed it bad.

What was wrong with Jeremy, the girl thought. Couldn’t he see how much she needed to be fucked. Fuck, if he didn’t do it soon, she was going to off and find some other dog who could do it to her.

Some other dog. Where had that come from, but as soon as the thought was there, she knew it was so right. She was a bitch. She was a bitch in heat and what she needed was for some dog to come and mount her.

Mount! What a great word that was. Mount. God she needed to be mounted. Oh God, she needed that so bad. She needed to be mounted. She needed to be mounted so bad. She needed some dog to come up behind her and she needed him to mount her.

But then she felt it. Someone was coming up behind her. She didn’t have to turn and look to know who it was. She knew it was Jeremy.

She stayed as still as she could as she waited for the boy to take her. His body was perched over hers and Megan felt a surge of excitement. Oh God, he was doing it. He was mounting her and it felt so good.

The girl felt the boy’s cock as it pressed up against her. She could feel how wet that cock was making her and she could feel how wet she already was. Fuck, that cock felt good against her. Now if only the boy would push it in.

The girl moaned as she felt that cock push its way inside her. Oh fuck, she thought. Oh fuck that was good. That was so fucking good. Oh fuck, it was better than she’d ever thought it would be. It was so fucking good.

The girl moaned as her body rocked to the rhythm of the cock inside her. Oh yeah, this was what she needed. She needed to be fucked like the little fucking bitch that she was. Taken from behind and fucked. Taken from behind and fucked hard. Damn that was good. She loved getting fucked from behind. She needed to get fucked from behind and now, only one thing remained to be done. She needed to cum. She needed to cum so fucking hard. She needed to cum with Jeremy’s cock buried inside her cunt.

Oh fuck, she was close. She was so fucking close. She almost came. Almost but not quite but she was close. Oh fuck, she was so fucking close.

And still that cock kept coming. Oh God, it was going to do it. She knew it. It was going to do it. She could feel it happening. She could feel the pleasure building as if everything in her whole life was centered around that cock between her legs. She was going to cum. She knew it. She was going to … she was going to … oh fuck …

The girl screamed and once she started, she just couldn’t help herself. She just kept on screaming and she loved it. She loved screaming her ass off as that cock continued to make her cum. It didn’t get any better than that.

Megan woke up the next morning feeling sore. Strange, she thought, but she’d been sore the last previous day when she’d awoken and she still had no idea why. The only thing was where she was sore was right between her legs as if someone had given her a good, hard fucking but she knew that wasn’t it. It had been a while since she’d gotten her pussy fucked so she knew that couldn’t be it.

She’d had a date the night before with Jeremy and … that was weird, the girl thought … why couldn’t she remember what she and Jeremy had done just the night before. Still, whatever was making her feel sore, it had nothing to do with Jeremy because she was sure she would have known it if it had.

Jeremy came up behind her later that day. “How, um, how’d you like the date last night?”

It was the question she’d hoped he wouldn’t ask because she still had no answer. “It was great,” she said because from her way of looking at it, it might have been the truth. Since she still couldn’t remember what had happened, as far as she knew, it might have been the truth.

“So, um, you want to do it again?”

“Sure.”

“So, um, what’d you like best.”

“Oh, everything,” the girl said. “I liked it all.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Well, all right then. How about I pick you up at eight and we can do it again?”

Megan felt a jolt of sexual energy course through her pussy. “Sure,” she said. “That would be great.”

Jeremy came by right at eight just as he promised. “You ready to go,” he asked.

“Sure,” Megan said. “Just let me grab my jacket and then we can go.”

“So, what’d do you want to do,” the boy asked once he’d settled himself behind the wheel of his car.

“How about we do the same thing as last night.”

“You sure?”

The girl nodded.

“Well, okay then,” the boy said as he turned the key in the ignition. He put the car in gear and they drove off.

This was the way to the Point, Megan realized. Was this what they had done the night before. Had they actually gone to the Point?

The boy pulled the van into the gravel parking lot and set the parking break.

“We came here,” Megan asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You think so?”

“To tell the truth, I don’t remember what we did last night,” the boy admitted. “I was kind of hoping you could help me out.”

Megan stared at the boy. This was so weird. He couldn’t remember either. That was really, really weird.

“What,” the boy asked.

“I didn’t know how to tell you this but I couldn’t remember what we did last night either but I didn’t want to admit it.”

“Really?”

The girl nodded. “So what do you think that means?”

The boy shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is I really wanted to come here with you.”

“You know what. Now that you mention it, I’m kind of glad you did bring me here, too. It just kind of feels right somehow.”

“I got something for you.”

“For me,” Megan said and then suddenly, she had the feeling they’d done this before. Suddenly, she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to like this but she had to know. “What is it,” she demanded.

The boy reached under his seat and he produced a box. He opened the box and inside the box was a leather dog collar.

From the moment she saw it, Megan was sure she’d seen that leather collar before. It had the word “Bitch” written in rhinestones. Megan was sure she’d seen that collar but she just couldn’t remember where.

But then the boy was taking the collar out of the box and with a start, Megan realized that the boy meant to put the collar around her neck and before she could stop him, that was just what he did.

Megan felt it from the instant that the collar snapped shut around her neck. Megan moaned. She was a fuckin’ bitch in heat. God, she needed to be fucked. She needed it so bad. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.

The girl moaned. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. These clothes, they were so confining. She needed to get out of these clothes. Bitches like her, they didn’t wear clothes. Her hands swiped ineffectively at her clothes. She had to get out of these things. She had to do it now.

Her jacket, she remembered from deep in her mind. That had to come first. Slip it off your shoulders, she told herself. That was how you did it. Slip it off your shoulders.

Her blouse was next. She looked down at her blouse. Buttons. Fuck, how the hell did you get those open. What the hell was she doing wearing something with buttons. Hell, what was she doing wearing anything at all. She was a fucking bitch in heat and bitches in heat shouldn’t have to wear anything.

Her fingers grabbed ineffectively at her buttons but they didn’t open. She grabbed again and she pulled. She felt something rip and liked that. She pulled again and there was more ripping. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was thinking that she was destroying a favorite top but she just didn’t care. She was a bitch in heat and bitches in heat shouldn’t be wearing fucking clothes anyway.

She was down to her bra and she loved the way the boy was staring at her. She might be a bitch in heat but the way he was looking at her was making her even hotter. She needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked so bad.

The bra confounded her though. She just couldn’t remember how to get that off. Someone else was going to have to do that for her. She shouldn’t be wearing a fucking bra anyway.

Her hands moved onto her jeans. Another button. Her experience with the blouse had taught her what to do with those. She gave it a tug and nothing happened. She pulled again and again, nothing happened. She pulled frantically and still nothing happened.

From the back of her sex-addled mind, she remembered that ripping your buttons open really wasn’t the way you got them open. There was another way.

She tried to relax and remember what the way was but as hot as she was, relaxing was just so hard. She didn’t want to relax. She wanted to fuck, but if she didn’t relax, she wasn’t going to get her jeans off and if she didn’t get her jeans off, she wasn’t going to get fucked so she tried to relax and think.

Something about pulling the button out of a hole. She remembered that now. It didn’t work the first time but she found if she twisted it, she could pull the button out. That worked and once she had the trick down, it wasn’t that hard to get the rest of the buttons open, too.

She didn’t bother with taking the jeans first and then with the panties. She just lifted her butt and pushed both garments down. Her pussy was wet and she could feel it as it brushed up against the car seat. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.

She kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans and her panties all the way off which still left just the bra standing between her and complete nakedness. “You want help with that,” Jeremy asked.

Megan looked at the boy dully as if not understanding his question and then she finally nodded.

“Well turn around,” he said and when she didn’t seem to understand what he said, he went on. “Turn away from me so I can get at your bra.”

The girl could do that and when she did, she felt the boy’s hands on her bra. He was doing it, she knew. He was doing it. He was getting her bra free.

And then it was free. Finally released from her clothes, Megan found she had a new imperative. She had to get out of the car. She had to get down on her hands and knees. She had to make herself available to any of the woodland creatures that might want to come up and fuck her. She was a bitch in heat and that was what she did. She made herself available to any animal that was willing to give her what she needed.

But it wasn’t a woodland creature that took her. Even as she crawled off the gravel parking lot and onto the wet vegetation at the road’s edge, she heard a car door open and close and it wasn’t long before she felt a cock coming up behind her.

The boy was mounting her. She could feel his big, long cock as it pressed up between her legs. She could feel his cock as it pressed against the opening to her wet, little hole. She stayed there and waited for the boy to fuck her.

She could feel the boy leaning in over her even as he pushed his cock even deeper inside her cunt and the girl moaned again. She needed to be fucked. She needed it hard. She needed to be fucked so fuckin’ hard.

Megan woke up the next morning feeling sore and the day only got worse when she discovered that one of the really cool, new tops that she’d bought had somehow gotten ripped. How had that happened, she wondered but she didn’t have an answer so Megan was in a foul mood when she came into the kitchen for breakfast.

“How’d your date go last night,” her mom asked.

Date, the girl thought. That’s right. She’d been out on a date with Jeremy. She grabbed a banana. “Fine,” she said in a tone that told her mom in no uncertain tones that she didn’t want to talk about it.

Megan’s mom wondered if she should bring up the fact that the girl had come in late the night before. It wasn’t that late but it was after hours. The woman decided against it. Her daughter was a good girl and they knew Jeremy. She was sure he wouldn’t do anything wrong to Megan.

Megan was sure, too. She trusted Jeremy but she couldn’t help feel that there was something about him that she didn’t know or perhaps more to the point, something about him that she was failing to remember.

“Hey, cat got your tongue?”

Megan jolted out of her reverie. “Huh? What was that Jeremy?”

“I asked if the cat got your tongue. Normally, you’re riding me about something like the way you’ve been riding me about Mandy.”

“Yeah, well I haven’t been doing that much now, have I?” That was weird, Megan thought. Why hadn’t she been doing that. She hated those cheerleader sluts but suddenly, she wasn’t feeling near so superior. How could that be?

“I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime.”

“What, you mean like on a date?” Wait a minute, Megan thought. Hadn’t they already gone out on a date?

“Well yeah. You know. We could go up to the point, and … you know.”

“But what about Mandy?”

“You know, suddenly, I’m not as interested in her. Suddenly, I’m more interested in you.”

“You shouldn’t say that. Mandy is like totally cool.” Whoa, Megan thought. Where had that come from?

And yet, she was finding hard to disagree with that. Mandy was cool and how could she ever take Mandy’s place.

“Come on,” Jeremy said. “Say yes.”

Megan was relenting. She really did want to go out with the boy but even as she gave in, she couldn’t help feeling somewhere in the back of her mind that this was all a big mistake.

“Come on,” Jeremy said. “It’ll be fun.”

It probably would be fun, thought Megan and in a way, that was what worried her most and yet in spite of her misgivings, she told the boy “Yes,” just as she knew she would.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up at eight then.”

The boy was on time and Megan liked that. They got in the car and the boy put it in gear. “Where are we going,” the girl asked.

“I thought we’d go to the Point,” the boy said.

The girl felt something tighten inside her. The Point? There was something wrong with going there, wasn’t there. All of the sudden, an image came into Megan’s mind, an image of her on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind. She couldn’t see the boy fucking her but even though she knew she’d never been fucked like that before, she knew she was loving it. “I … I … I don’t know.”

“Come on. You’re not wimping out on me, are you?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that—”

“It’s just what?”

How was she going to explain her feelings to the boy when she wasn’t sure she even understood them herself. She hesitated for a second longer. “I guess it’s nothing,” she said. “Just nerves, I guess.”

“Nothing to be nervous about,” the boy assured her. “It’ll be fun.”

His assurances did little to assuage Megan’s uneasiness but the girl could see they were already there. The car’s tires made a familiar sound as they rolled onto the gravel and then the boy brought the car to a stop and put the car in Park. “I guess we’re here,” he said.

“Yeah,” the girl said. She was still feeling uneasy.

“You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

Megan turned and looked at the boy. “You have,” she asked.

The boy nodded. “You know, I got something for you.”

Megan was about to say something when she had the feeling that they’d done this before. Her body tightened. “Does it come in a box,” she asked tersely.

“Yeah,” the boy said. “How did you know?”

“Let’s see it.”

Jeremy produced a box that Megan was sure she’d seen before.

Megan sucked in a gasp of air. She knew she’d seen that box before and she knew something else. She wasn’t sure it was something she actually wanted to see but she knew she had to see what was inside that box.

The boy opened the box and inside it was a leather dog collar, one that Megan knew she’d seen before and on the dog collar was one word: Bitch.

The boy was taking the collar out of the box and Megan knew he meant to put it on her. She knew she should have resisted but for some reason that even Megan couldn’t explain, she just sat there and waited as the boy moved in and slid the collar around her neck.

The girl just sat there as the collar was placed around her neck. It wasn’t until the collar was snapped in place that the girl reacted at all and her first response was a moan.

She was hot and she was wet, so fucking wet. She couldn’t believe how wet her pussy was. She needed to fucked and she needed it bad and she couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t realized that earlier. She needed to be fucked and she needed it bad.

The girl pulled the hem of her top from inside her jeans and then she slid a hand up inside her top. Her hand found its way to one of her tits and she gave it a squeeze.

The girl moaned but squeezing her breasts wasn’t nearly enough for what she really needed. She pulled off her top and then off came her bra, too, and she moaned again. She could see the boy staring at her and she was halfway tempted to grab him and pull his face hard against her tits but her pussy was telling her that wasn’t what she needed either. Megan knew what she needed. Megan knew she needed to be fucked like the fucking, little bitch that she knew she was. Megan knew she needed to be fucked like a little, fucking dog.

So off came her jeans and then off came her panties, too. She could feel how wet she was. She let her hand linger momentarily between her legs but she knew what she needed and she knew her hand wasn’t going to do it.

Her hand went to the door’s car handle and then she was pushing the door open. She practically tumbled out of the car landing there on her hands and knees. She wandered off of the gravel and onto the cool ground. It felt so good to be on her hands and knees. It felt so right. Now, all she needed was for some woodland creature to come up and fuck her from behind.

But it wasn’t some woodland creature coming up to fuck her. It was something better. It was the boy. She couldn’t remember his name and it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was he was coming up behind her and he was ready to give her the fucking she needed.

She could feel the boy mounting her. God, she loved to be mounted. It was what any bitch like her needed, to have someone or something mount her before its cock took her cunt.

And then the boy was sticking his cock in her cunt and Megan moaned. Now, that was what she needed, she told herself. She needed a nice, hard cock to come and take her and fuck her hard.

Megan was mindless in her need. She needed to be fucked and she needed it bad. She could almost sense that the boy was like her, driven by urge and instinct and no thought. Fucking wasn’t about thinking. Fucking was about doing and Megan wanted to find a cock that would do it to her.

Megan moaned. Words were beyond her as that cock took her from behind but she could moan and she could do it loud. The night air was cool against her young, bare skin but Megan was hot. This was what she needed. She knew it. She needed to be fucked from behind, but there was one more thing she needed and if she wasn’t mistaken, this boy was ready to give it to her.

The boy was moaning just as she was, moaning and groaning with every thrust of his cock but now getting her pussy fucked wasn’t enough. She’d gotten a cock inside her and that had satisfied her initial need but now she needed to cum and she needed it bad.

“Fuck,” the boy groaned. “Fuck. Oh fuck, yeah.”

Megan couldn’t have said it better if she’d somehow found herself capable of speaking but for the moment, she was content to moan and moan some more as that cock took her higher and higher.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Oh fuck. Here it comes.”

Not yet, the girl thought. Not yet. She wasn’t there yet. Her tight, little pussy was close but it wasn’t quite there.

But there was no holding the boy back. He buried his cock in that tight, little cunt and suddenly, he was starting to cum.

The girl moaned. Not yet, she was thinking even as she felt that cock pump even more cum inside her but then a most wondrous thing happened. She felt her cunt seize that cock inside her and she gasped as her body was wracked by wave after wave of mind numbingly orgasmic pleasure. Fuck, that was good, the girl thought. That was so fucking good.

Megan woke up the next morning feeling sore and a little bit horny. She lounged just a bit in bed, wondering if maybe she had time to play with her pussy. She laughed just a little to herself. There was always time to play with your pussy but if you wanted the job done right, that took more time.

Reluctantly, Megan hopped out of bed. There wasn’t that much time, she decided, but that didn’t mean she had to give up on the fun altogether. A few minutes extra in the shower and who’d really know. She grinned mischievously to herself. Well, there was on person who’d know but she wasn’t about to tell anyone.

She caught up with her friend Kelly at school. “You were out late last night,” Kelly said.

“I was out on a date … with Jeremy,” Megan answered.

“Again? Geez, what’s up with you guys. You going steady or something?”

Megan thought it over. Actually, she had no idea what they were doing. Maybe they were going steady, she thought.

“Well, whatever,” Kelly said. “Whatever you do though, don’t let Mandy catch you spendin’ time with her man.”

The girl laughed but for some reason, Megan didn’t think it was all that funny. She didn’t want to get on the bad side of the cheerleader. Funny, she thought. She hadn’t thought that way before but it was the way she was thinking now.

Megan quickly finished her homework after school. With Jeremy coming by later that evening, it wouldn’t do to have that homework left undone.

Jeremy arrived promptly at eight and moments later, they were on their way. Back to the Point, Megan thought and then she wondered. Had she really gone to the Point with Jeremy, she wondered.

The gravel crunched as the car drove onto the gravel and suddenly, the girl knew what was coming next. “Okay, let’s see it.”

“What?”

“I know you’ve got something for me. Let’s see it.”

“How’d you—”

There was a feeling of inevitability about the situation. “I said let’s see it. I know you’ve got a,” got a what the girl thought and then something came into her mind, “got a dog collar for me.”

“How’d you know that,” the boy said. “I just bought this today.”

No, that didn’t sound right, but Megan knew she had to see it. “Let’s see it,” she demanded irritably.

The boy produced a white box that Megan knew she’d seen before. The girl sucked in a breath of air. “I’ve seen that box before.”

“What do you mean you saw this before? I just got this today.”

The girl shook her head. “I’m telling you I’ve seen that before. I know it. In fact, I’ll describe it to you.” The girl tried to remember what was inside the box she couldn’t remember having seen before but which she knew she’d seen. “There’s um, there’s a dog collar inside, and it’s um, it’s leather and it um, it contains a word on it. It’s written in rhinestones. It’s the word bitch and hanging from the collar is a dog tag, in the shape of a fire hydrant.”

The boy looked amazed. “How’d you do that,” he asked.

“How’d I do what?”

“You just described the contents of this box perfectly.”

Megan sucked in a breath of air. Until that moment, she hadn’t known if what she was thinking was real or not. “Let’s see it,” she said.

Almost from the moment she said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say but already, Jeremy was opening the box and then she saw it, the dog collar there inside the box and suddenly, she was consumed by an old, familiar urge.

She actually leaned forward and offered up her neck to the boy. “Come on,” she told him. “Put that thing on me. Make me your bitch again.”

Already, the boy was bringing the collar up. Already, he was putting it around her neck. Already, he was snapping it in place.

Megan’s hands grabbed at her clothes. Her jacket came off and then off came her top. She knew the boy was staring at her but she didn’t care. It might have made her hotter to have the boy stare at her like that were it not for the fact that she already was so fucking hot. She was a fucking bitch in heat.

Off came her shoes and her socks and then her jeans were opened. She remembered she’d put on a pair of sexy, little panties but she knew it didn’t matter. The boy wasn’t going to see them because in one quick motion, both the jeans and the panties were down around her ankles and then she was pulling first the one foot and then the other free from them.

Her hands grabbed at the door handle and then she was pulling it open. She pushed the door open and staggered out into the moonlight. A couple steps later had taken her from the gravel to the vegetation at the gravel’s end. It felt cool and damp beneath her feet.

Megan dropped to her hands and knees. It felt good to be like this, ready and waiting for the boy to fuck her although Megan knew it didn’t matter who or what fucked her. She was, after all, a fuckin’ bitch in heat. She didn’t care what fucked her just so long as she got fucked.

She looked at the boy. He was already naked but he wasn’t moving fast enough for her. “Come on,” she pleaded. “Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me like the little bitch I am.”

She watched the boy as he moved behind her and she knew what he was going to do. She could feel him doing it and she moaned as she felt his cock press up against her tight, little hole.

“Come on,” she moaned encouragingly although she knew the boy didn’t need any encouragement. “Come on. Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

Megan moaned as she felt that cock enter her. God, she needed that and it just felt so good.

The boy was pulling his cock back and then he was shoving it forward again and Megan moaned. “That’s it,” she told the boy. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The boy was doing it and Megan moaned with every thrust of his cock. She loved it.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

She knew she didn’t have to tell him. He was fucking her and he was fucking her hard and she knew he wasn’t about to let up. She moaned as her body rocked to every thrust of his cock.

She was so wet. She didn’t know she could get this wet. She never had before. Her body was on fire. One way or another, she knew it. She needed to get fucked and she needed it bad, and if the groans of the boy were of any indication, he needed it, too.

She didn’t just need to get fucked. She needed to cum and she knew she was right there on the edge. Her hot, little pussy was so tight and so wet. The girl moaned as the boy pounded away at her. “Make me cum,” she moaned. “Make me cum. Oh shi-i-i-i-it. Do it. Make me fucking cum.”

She didn’t know if the boy had heard her and she didn’t care. Just so long as he kept fucking her. That was all that mattered.

She was going to cum. She knew it. She could feel her pussy responding to that cock. She moaned again. It was going to happen. It was going to happen right now.

Her pussy gripped that cock as her orgasm overtook her. “That’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh shit yeah. That’s fucking it.”

The boy wasn’t moving and Megan could understand that. After all, her tight, little pussy had a hold of his cock and she wasn’t about to let go of him until she was done with him but then she heard the boy grunt and she felt his cock swell inside her and that’s when she knew it. The boy was cumming inside her and what had been good before suddenly got a whole lot better. She liked this. She liked having Jeremy fuck her like the little, mindless bitch that she was.

“Hey. Hey. Hey.”

Megan looked around her. Where was she. The place was dark. Where was she.

“Hey,” someone was saying. “Hey.”

Megan blinked. The room might have been dark but where she was wasn’t. There was someone there with her although she sensed there were others in the background. She could see the woman who was rousing her.

It was Mandy, Mandy Alvorado, the cheerleader, Jeremy’s girlfriend. His ex, she corrected herself. Jeremy belonged to her now.

“Hey,” the girl was saying. “Hey, wake up.”

“Yeah,” Megan said. “I’m awake.”

“’Bout fuckin’ time. You won’t see me until we’re ready for it it so if you’re seeing me, it must mean the transformation is complete.”

“What transformation?”

The cheerleader ignored the question. “You’ve been a very bad girl. You don’t go around fuckin’ stealin’ from us.”

“I don’t understand,” Megan said.

“Like hell you don’t. You thought you could steal my man, bitch.”

For some reason, Megan felt ashamed. The cheerleader was right. She had been trying to win Jeremy over but why should she be feeling ashamed.

“But you’re in luck, bitch. Turns out I don’t need the fucker no more so I’m going to give him to you.”

This was sounding better and better to Megan. It sounded as if the little fuckin’ cheerleader was going to step out of the way. Not bad at all.

“But there’s a price that must be paid for your insubordination.”

Bull shit, Megan thought. She wasn’t going to pay the bitch anything.

“You know, it’s amazing what you can do if you have the right pharmaceuticals.”

What the hell was the girl talking about, Megan wondered.

“So you wanted to be a hot, little fuckin’ bitch in heat. From now on, that’s just what you’re going to be. Get down on all fours bitch and beg to be fucked.”

Of all the ridiculous ideas, Megan was thinking. She wasn’t going to get down on her hands and knees for this little prima donna but then she discovered she was already there.

“What do you say,” Mandy asked.

Megan was still wondering what was meant by the question when the words suddenly rolled out of her mouth. “Please fuck me.”

Megan covered her mouth. Where had that come from?

Mandy just laughed now. “Come on,” she said. “Don’t be shy now. You’re going to be saying that a lot now. Why don’t you say it again.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Oh, that’s so cute, honey,” the cheerleader purred. “Why don’t you say that again.”

“Please fuck me.”

What worried Megan most was just how easy it was for her to fall in with what the cheerleader was telling her. She was sure she was getting wetter every time she said that and she wasn’t sure she didn’t want to keep right on saying it.

“Say it again,” the cheerleader said.

“Please fuck me,” Megan replied. God, that felt good. She needed to be fucked and she needed it bad.

Megan came to with a start. That had been a weird dream and so fucking vivid, too.

Why was she so wet, the teen wondered and suddenly, it was as if she realized that she couldn’t keep her hands out of her panties. She tried. She really did but they kept coming up on her, rubbing her from the outside and wanting to be let in until finally, Mandy gave up trying to hold them off and she moaned with delight as her hands took hold of her.

Oh fuck, the girl thought as her hands did their dirty work on her. She wished Jeremy as here so he could stick his cock inside her and almost as soon as she thought that, she giggled nervously to herself. Where had that thought come from, she wondered. Sure they were dating but it wasn’t like they were anything more than that, at least not now, not yet.

But still, she thought as her hands brought her closer and closer to climax, one could hope. She wondered what Jeremy’s cock would feel like inside her. Mmm, she thought she knew already. It was going to be good, really good.

They were going out on another date tonight. Mmm, maybe tonight, she might go just a little farther. Maybe she might be able to slide a hand between his legs and let him see just how she really felt about him. She giggled to herself. She was so forward, she thought.

The boy picked her up and they drove to the Point and suddenly, Megan knew they’d done this before and she knew what was going to happen and suddenly, her dream from the night before came back to her with startling clarity and she knew it wasn’t a dream. It was reality. They’d done something to her and it wasn’t just her. It was to Jeremy, too. They’d done something to the both of them.

And that’s when Megan knew. She didn’t need the dog collar anymore. She knew all it would take was for the two of them to be alone and she knew she’d be down on all fours, begging him to fuck her, but what worried Megan most was that soon she knew it wouldn’t be just when they were alone, it would be anytime. They could be in the crowded corridors of her high school and there would be the desire to get down on all fours and to beg Jeremy to fuck her like the little bitch in heat she knew she was.

And from somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she could hear someone say, “We’re cheerleaders. We can do whatever we fucking want.”

THE END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN