She crossed the street and walked to her car. She paused at the door. What was that she heard? Was that something?

She decided it wasn’t. She fished her keys out of her purse and was just about to put the key in the lock when suddenly, they were there.

Motorcycles swarmed around her, coming close but never quite touching her. She knew they wouldn’t. They were only trying to scare her and in a way, they were, but not in a way that one might have expected.

It was a motorcycle gang. The leather jackets they wore bore the name of the gang. It was called the Demons. The blond shook her head. This didn’t look good.

The lead rider stopped his bike catching the girl full on in his headlights and the rider removed his helmet. He leered at the blond. “They said you were here.”

Martha laughed softly. “You know no one said that. No one knows where I am except you and I don’t think you’ll be saying anything to anyone.”

The rider turned off his bike and he dismounted. Other bikes illuminated the area as he walked up to the blond. “You’ve changed,” he said.

“You haven’t,” the blond retorted. “You’re still the same old prick you always were.”

“You better watch out—”

“Or what?”

“Or maybe me and the boys will have to take care of you. You know, teach you a lesson.”

The girl laughed at that. “Don’t get cocky now,” she said. “I may have changed but way down deep, you know I’m still the same person I always was.”

The rider grinned. “But it’s not the way down deep part that we’re interested in, is it boys.” His cohorts laughed at that. “It’s the superficial outside part that we’re kind of partial to right now.”

“I wouldn’t press it.”

The hand was lightning fast. It caught the girl by the neck and shoved her up against her car. “Or what. Whatya goin’ to do to me, old man?”

The girl smiled almost serenely. “What am I going to do,” she said. “Anything I want,” and with that, her hand reached towards the man’s pants.

The man tightened his grip. “Careful now,” he said. “You wouldn’t want to be doing anything nasty now, would you?”

The girl’s hand halted almost briefly as if to say that the girl got the message and then that hand was coming again. That hand was on the man’s belt and then it was on the man’s zipper. The hand didn’t move real fast but it was moving fast enough. The zipper moved down and then the hand was sliding inside.

The man felt the girl’s hand as it wrapped around his cock and the man grinned. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Be a good, little bitch.”

“You like this,” the blond asked even as her hand continued to stroke that cock. “You like this?”

“Oh yeah, babe. It feels fuckin’ good.”

“It does, huh. You like it when I stroke your cock.”

“Oh yeah.”

“I thought you might,” the girl said with a small laugh.

The man groaned. “You ain’t ever done that before.”

“You ain’t never asked.”

The man groaned but then the girl hadn’t ever been exactly the way she was now. “Looks like you like that cock,” he said.

“You think,” the girl said even as her hand continued to stroke the man’s cock.

“Yeah, I think, and what I think is right now, you’re a fucking tease. So far, all you’ve done is stroke a cock.”

The blond continued to stroke her hand over the man’s cock. “You haven’t told me you want me to do anything more.”

The leader of the pack roared at that even as he looked at his cohorts. “You hear that, boys. The boss here wants to know what we think. He ain’t ever asked us that before.”

His enthusiasm was matched by the members of the gang. Clearly, this was something unexpected.

“Well, since you seem to want to know what we want, I think a blow job is in order.”

“Do you now?”

“Yeah, I think I do, so why don’t you get down there on your fucking knees and suck my fucking cock … bitch.”

“Careful now. You wouldn’t want to make me angry.”

The leader of the pack sneered. “You ain’t so big now, are you … boss. Get down on your fucking knees and suck my fuckin’ cock.”

The blond looked from man to man to man and then she shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it,” she said with a shrug and then she dropped to her knees. Her hand unzipped the leader’s pants and her hand pulled out the man’s cock.

The leader looked almost amazed as the blond took a hold of his cock. “Will you look at this, boys,” the man exclaimed. “Look at her go.”

The other riders seemed almost equally amazed. The blond certainly seemed more than willing to do what their boss wanted.

One of the other riders seemed to grow bold seeing the initial success of their leader so the man came up behind her. His hand unzipped his leathers and then he was reaching in to pull out his cock and then he pulled up that little, red dress.

There was just a moment of hesitation, almost as if the man expected something bad to happen but nothing did. The man pulled down the blond’s sexy, black panties and then he ran his hand over her little, white ass.

And still, the blond didn’t react. Her only reaction came after the man had pulled her panties down and slipped his hand between her legs and then, her only reaction was to moan as she felt that hand stroke her pussy.

Again, the man seemed to hesitate almost as if he seemed to think that something bad was about to happen but once again, when nothing bad did happen, the man once again grew bolder and this time, it wasn’t his fingers that he stroked between the blond’s legs, but it was something that was both thicker and longer at the same time.

The blond moaned again as she felt that stimulation from behind and then she moaned even louder as she felt the man enter her.

With that initial foray now accomplished successfully, the man seemed to settle into a rhythm. His hands found their way to the girl’s hip and then he was pushing his cock in and pulling his cock back and the more he fucked the girl, the more he continued to moan.

The man looked at his cohorts. “You guys have got to try this,” he told them.

From the reactions of the men gathered round him, it was clear that each of the others was thinking pretty much exactly the same thing and pretty much what they were waiting for was for the one man to get the hell out of the way so that they could get in there and fuck her, too.

The blond continued to suck on the leader’s cock even as the other man continued to work his cock between her legs. She knew the man was about to cum in her pussy but she knew there wasn’t a whole lot she could do about it.

The man between her legs groaned and then he groaned again. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

The man grunted and that was when the blond felt it, the swell of the cock and the surge of cum as it flowed deep between her legs.

The man between her legs pulled back but moments later, he was replaced by another of the bikers. This one slammed the blond up against the hood of her car even as he rammed his cock between her legs. The man leaned over her body and whispered in the blond’s ear even as he drove his cock between her legs. “How do you like that,” the man taunted her. “How do you like that, boss? How do you like that cock?”

The blond didn’t reply to the man’s taunts but she couldn’t keep from moaning as the man’s cock continued to take her.

“Anyone ever tell you what a tight little pussy you got there, huh boss? Anyone? Anyone? No? Well, I’m telling you. You got a tight pussy, boss.”

The blond still didn’t say anything but she still moaned with every thrust of the man’s cock.

“Oh yeah, boss. Oh yeah, that’s it. You like this, huh? You like this cock? Well, I got something for you, something special? You want to see what I have, boss?”

The blond didn’t respond. She just stayed where she was and she took that cock.

“Oh yeah. I know what you want, boss, and I got it for you. I got it for you right here. Are you ready, boss? I hope so because here it comes.”

The blond didn’t say anything but then it really wouldn’t have mattered even if she had. The man was going to cum in her tight, little pussy whether she wanted it or not and when she felt it, she just couldn’t help but moan as she felt that cock surge inside her. The biker was cumming and he was cumming hard.

The biker groaned as the cum continued to flow. “Such a nice, tight pussy, boss. I wouldn’t have believed it, boss, but for a real bitch, you really are one hell of a fuck, boss.”

The man pulled his cock from between the blond’s legs and with it came some of the accumulated cum pooled up inside her but the blond knew she wasn’t done yet. There was still one more member of the gang left to go and she was sure that he was going to want to have a go at her pussy, too.

She was right. Almost as soon as the one man had left her than the last one was there. He came up behind her just as the others had and for a few moments there, the blond thought he was going to take her just as the others had, with his hands on her hips and fucking her hard from behind.

That wasn’t actually what the man had in mind. All he really wanted was to pull the zipper down on the blond’s dress and then he was pulling the dress off her shoulders. Moments later, his hands were working at her bra and then he was pulling that off as well.

“Turn around,” the biker told her.

The blond did as she was told.

“Oh yeah,” the man said. “That’s what I wanted to see. I wanted to see them tits and you know what?”

“What,” the blond said sullenly.

“I want to see those tits of yours bounce while you ride my fucking cock.”

The girl didn’t say anything.

“Look at me,” the man said. “Look at me. Look down here.” He pointed at his cock which was now hanging out of his pants. “Look at me. You’re going to have this inside you. You got that? You’re going to have this dick inside you.”

The girl looked but other than that, she said nothing.

The man scowled. This wasn’t going exactly the way he wanted it to go. He pushed his pants down and he hauled his cock out. “You’re going to be riding this while I watch your fucking tits bounce up and down,” the man growled.

Still, the blond said nothing.

The man grabbed the girl and then he was pulling her to the ground. “Get on top of that dick,” he ordered her.

The blond did as she was told. Her hand reached between her legs and her hand grabbed the man’s member but she still hadn’t taken it inside her.

“Come on, bitch,” the man growled. “You know what I want. Take that fucking cock.”

The blond wedged the head of that cock up against her tight, wet opening. The man groaned as he felt it, the feel of skin on skin, and he knew what was going to happen next.

“Do it,” he told her. “Do it.”

The girl seemed to hesitate for just a moment longer but then it happened. Her pussy pushed down and it slid down around that big, fat cock and the man groaned.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Yeah. Oh fuck, that’s it. Take it. Take it. Yeah, take it just like that.”

The blond bounced up and down on the man’s cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah. I like those tits. Bounce it up and down just like that.”

The two men who’d taken her from behind both approached her again. Both men were long and both were hard again. “Here you go, boss,” said one of them. “Something for you to suck on while you ride that cock.”

The blond didn’t say anything for a couple of moments but then her hands came out and came up and then she was grabbing those two cocks. Her hands stroked those cocks even as she continued to bounce on the cock she was riding.

The blond looked at first the one and then the other of those cocks and then she sucked one and she sucked the other and the blond didn’t say a thing.

The leader of the pack was holding his cock even as he came up behind the girl. “I’m going to enjoy this, boss,” the man said even as his tone gave every indication that that last word wasn’t really what he thought of the girl.

For her part, the girl seemed oblivious to what was going on behind her. Her body bounced up and down on the cock she was riding and the girl moaned even as she stroked the cock in either hand. “Give it to me,” she moaned to the man she was riding and to the ones she was holding. “Give it to me. Come on, give it to me.”

The man grinned as he moved in behind her. “You want this,” he said. “You want this. Well, all right. If you want this, I’m perfectly willing to give it to you.”

The girl suddenly seemed to notice the man behind her for the very first time even though he’d already had his hand on her ass but then it wasn’t his hand that was making her moan. It was the way he was pushing his cock in between her cheeks.

The girl gasped. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck. It’s so big. Oh geez, it’s too big. It’s … oh geez … It’s tearing me up.”

“Nonsense,” the man said even as he drove himself even harder between her cheeks. “There’s no such thing as too big.”

“No, it’s too big. Stop. Stop.”

“Stop? We can’t stop now, boss.” The man pushed his cock forward and the blond could feel the man pushing past her outer defenses.

“It’s too big,” she whimpered. “It’s too big.”

“Or maybe,” countered the leader of the pack, “maybe, it’s just that your ass is too small, but we can take care of that.”

The girl groaned as more of that cock entered her.

The man’s hands were on her cheeks as he pushed himself even deeper inside her. “See,” he said. “I told you it wasn’t too big.”

Martha could only groan helplessly as she felt the man invade her ass. He was going to fuck her and she knew there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it.

The leader of the pack looked up at his buddies. “Look at this, boys,” the leader roared. “I’m fucking the boss’s ass.”

That drew a roar of support from the assembled bikers. They all wanted to see the blond get ass-fucked.

Martha was still whimpering and moaning as her ass took that cock. To say that she was getting used to having that cock inside her would have been going just a little too far but to say that she was getting a little more used to it probably was a little more right. That cock was still too big and fat in her tiny, little ass and it still hurt inside her, but she was finding she could take it if only just barely.

“Hey, boys,” the leader of the pack roared, “I think she likes it.”

That drew another chorus of approval from the bikers.

The blond still moaned as her butt took that cock. The man wasn’t taking it easy on her and she really hadn’t expected him, to. All she could do was take it.

“Oh, fuck,” the man was groaning. “The boss sure does have one tight, little ass. Oh fuck, she’s going to make me cum. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh yeah, she’s going to make me cum.”

The girl knew it, too, only she knew she really didn’t have much to do with it. Sure, it was her ass, but it was his cock that was doing all the work.

“Fuck,” the man moaned. “Fuck.” His cock drove even more harshly between the blond’s cheeks.

The girl moaned.

The man pulled out at the last minute and then he stroking his cock even as he shot his load all over the blond’s little, round ass. “Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck, I didn’t know it could be like this. Turn around, baby. Turn around and let me see your face. I want to see you kiss this dick that just fucked that tight, little ass of yours.”

The blond did as she was told. She turned around and she kissed the man’s cock, but suddenly, she grabbed the man by his cock and in a move that looked completely effortless, she pulled him to his knees. Her blue eyes burned red as she grabbed the leader of the pack around the neck in a grip that was tighter than one might have thought possible. Her hand squeezed and the man’s eyes bulged.

“So you thought that just because I was trapped in this body, that meant I was weak, did you? You thought I was powerless. You thought you could have your way with me. Well, you and your little demon boys, you were all … WRONG!”

The man squawked a bit as he flailed in the girl’s grasp.

“Even if I look that way, I will never be sweet and I will never be innocent. I am who I am and I will not be denied that which is mine. I own these girls and I will have them and if you boys know what’s good for you, you boys would do well to remember that. I am not a patient man.”

In a seemingly effortless move, the girl tossed the leader aside.

“I still rule. I do. No one else, and if you boys don’t want to get on my bad side, you had better scatter … now.”

The street was suddenly quiet again. There were no motorcycles or thugs or anything at all. There was just the blond standing beside her car, her body once again fully dressed with her key in hand, and with just a hint of a smile as her eyes slowly went back from red to blue.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Chrissy pulled Mandy aside. “You’re in Martha’s class, aren’t you?”

Mandy nodded. “I got History with her.”

“How’s she doing in class?”

“Grade-wise? I don’t know. We’ve only had one test so far and she won’t say what grade she got.”

“But how’s she doing in general.”

Mandy thought that over. “She knows all kinds of weird, funky shit, even stuff Mr. Reynolds doesn’t know. She’ll get into discussions with him about the weirdest shit that none of the rest of us have no idea what they’re talking about but she won’t argue with him, but then sometimes, she doesn’t seem all that smart. Just normal-like, like the rest of us.”

“What do you think Mr. Reynolds thinks? Does he like her or does he think she’s disruptive?”

“Probably more like than dislike. Like I said, she doesn’t get into arguments. She doesn’t push it that far even when it seems clear that she knows more about stuff than Mr. Reynolds does, she always seems to know just the right time to back it down.”

Chrissy didn’t like this and the more she heard, the less she liked. They were the cheerleaders. They were supposed to own the teachers so if Mr. Reynolds liked Martha, that was bad.

And worse yet, she was smart. She knew when to push and she knew when to back off. That was the most important piece of information Mandy had and it wasn’t welcome information.

No, Chrissy wasn’t happy, not one little bit. The new girl was going to have to be watched. “Keep an eye on her, will ya,” the head cheerleader told her subordinate. “I want to know what she’s up to.”

“Will do,” Mandy said.

Shirl looked around. “Who?”

The blond nodded almost imperceptibly. “The guy over there. I think he likes you.”

Shirl follows Martha’s gaze. “Who? Justin? You think he likes me?”

Justin was one of the cutest guys in school.

“Sure,” the blond said. “You’re cute. Why not?”

“But I’m too short.”

Martha shrugged. “I don’t know. The way I see it, short is only a problem if you let it be one.”

The little redhead grabbed her book bag and she ran after Martha. “But you’re not short,” she said.

“Yes, but I didn’t always look the way I look now, either, so I say again, I think he likes you.”

Shirl snuck one last look over her shoulder. “You think so?”

Martha just smiled to herself. “I know so.”

Martha looked up to see Mandy hurrying to catch up with her. So this one was the designated spy. A bit obvious, she thought, but then she had to remind herself that these girls were amateurs. You wouldn’t pick the obvious spy unless of course you had a spy on the spy, or better yet, you might not have a spy at all which would keep the one not being spied on wondering if there really was a spy after all. Martha loved these games. She could have taught Machiavelli a thing or two but then on the other hand, compared to her, he was a rank amateur, too.

“So how do you like Mr. Reynolds’ class,” Mandy asked.

Amusing, Martha thought. Truly amusing. Couldn’t the girl come up with anything better than that for small talk but then one supposed one had to make do with what one had and if that was the best she could do, well then, that was the best she could do.

Martha shook her head. “Reynolds is a bore.”

Mandy was taken aback. “Huh? But I thought you liked History.”

“I do, but Reynolds doesn’t want to teach the good stuff. He just wants to teach the stuff in the text books.”

“But isn’t that what he’s supposed to teach?”

Martha gave the girl a withering smile. “He’s supposed to teach history. That’s what the dude’s getting paid for, right, but if he’s not going to teach the good stuff, then I’m not even sure why I’m wasting my time in his class. Actually, that’s not true. There is one reason.”

“What?”

“Justin Richardson. He’s kinda cute, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I didn’t realize.”

“Realize what?”

“That you and him were, you know—”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You mean you’re not. Oh man, I’m really sorry.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s just the way you said that.”

“Said what?”

“I’m talking about Justin Richardson and then you say ‘Well yeah’ and when you said that, I thought you meant were into him too which all of the sudden made sense because I can tell he’s totally into you, too.”

“He is?”

“Can’t you tell?”

Mandy and Martha had just reached the classroom. There was Justin sitting down with his buddies where he always was. Mandy didn’t quite stare at the boy but she took a good, long look. Game, thought Martha. Game, set and match.

“I did.”

“Yeah right.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not what Brenda Farrell said.”

“Who’s Brenda Farrell?” Martha already knew but there were rules to the game and it had to be played straight.

“Brenda’s brother Jimmy is Justin’s best friend and Brenda said Justin is totally in to Steffi Drucker.”

“Yeah, so.”

“So you were wrong. I just told you. Brenda said he’s not into me.”

“And you believed her?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because Justin likes you, I tell you. He just can’t help looking down your top whenever you walk by.”

“Yeah? Everyone does that because I’m short.”

“Yeah, but there’s a difference.”

“What difference?”

Martha smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? He wants to see your tits.” She grabbed her books from her locker. “I thought you were a cheerleader. You girls are supposed to know this stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“You guys are supposed to know when a guy likes you. I mean, geez, isn’t it obvious. Brenda just said Justin likes Steffi because she’s got a crush on Dave Daniels and Dave is friends with Steffi’s brother, Rob so if she can hook Justin up with Steffi, then maybe she can get Rob to get Dave to go out with her, and if Justin goes out with you, then that screws everything up. Isn’t that obvious?”

“Huh? I guess.”

Martha shook her head again. “I’m telling you. He likes you.”

“Who?”

“Justin Richardson.”

Mandy looked at the boy. “You think so?”

“I know so, but—”

“But what?”

“But you got to make a move on him. I mean, a guy as good looking as that, someone else is going to snap him up if you don’t make your move.”

“Yeah, like who?”

“Like hell, I’ll make a play for him if you don’t.”

“You want him?”

“Sure. Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. Maybe.”

“Then you better go for it before someone else does.”

Shirl looked at the other girl. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Justin,” Martha said. “I was just wondering if you’d made your play for him yet.”

“That’s not the way it works,” Shirl said. “You got to wait for the boy to come to you.”

Martha laughed. “And you call yourself a cheerleader. Well, I suppose if that’s the way you want to handle it, then fine, but it seems to me as if you need to be a little more proactive.”

“What do you mean?”

“I hear Justin is going to be meeting someone behind the theater after school. If it were me, I’d make sure I was there.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d want to make sure I knew who the bitch was who was fucking me up. You do want to know that, don’t you?”

Shirl thought about it. If Justin did like her, then yeah, she did want to know.

“And besides,” Martha continued, “I know what you really want.”

“What’s that?”

“You might say you don’t like it but I know you like it when guys stare down your top. In fact, I know you like it a lot. Just think about it. If you were there, you’d be giving Justin yet another chance to stare down your top.

Shirl breathed heavily. How had this girl guessed that? Yeah, she liked it when guys stared down her top. She might be small but she loved it when guys stared at her tits.

“Unbutton the top button,” Martha was saying, “and maybe the next one, too. Give him a real good look just so he’d know what he’d be missing.”

Not a bad idea, Shirl thought. Let Justin know what he’d be missing.

“Of course, I know what you’d really want.”

“What?”

“Tits like yours, they must be so nice and sensitive. I’ll bet you play with them in the shower, don’t you. I’ll bet you fondle them. I’ll bet you like to play with your nipples. I’ll bet you like that a lot, don’t you?”

Shirl gasped. How could the other girl know that?

“I’ll bet you wonder what it would be like to feel a man slide his cock between your tits. I’ll bet you’d love to hold your tits together so he could give you a nice, good titty fucking and when he was done, I’ll bet you’d let him fuck the hell out of your pussy, wouldn’t you?”

Shirl gasped. That was her favorite fantasy. Have some guy fuck her tits and then have her slide on down and slip his cock between her legs. She’d never given a guy a blow job before but if some guy wanted to fuck her tits, she’d give him one heck of a blow job and then if he didn’t cum all over her tits, he could take his spit-covered cock and he could fuck the hell out of her.

“I’ll bet that’s what you want,” Martha was saying. “I’ll bet that’s what you want Justin to do to you.”

Oh yeah, Shirl was thinking.

“I’ll bet that’s what you want,” Martha was saying again, “but if you’re not there to confront the bitch he’s with, then you won’t get to feel Justin’s cock between your tits.”

Anger flared. Who the fuck was Justin with? Why wasn’t he was with her?

“You want to feel his cock between your tits, don’t you,” the other girl almost whispered. “You want to feel his cock between your tits.”

Shirl gasped. That was what she wanted.

“You want to show that ass hole what he’s missing.”

The other girl was right. That was what she did want.

“You’re going to go there after school, aren’t you. You’re going to go there and show him just what the hell he’s missing.”

Martha was right, Shirl realized. That was exactly what she wanted to do.

“What do you mean?”

“I hear some other girl has the hots for Justin so I guess you’re too late.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you wanted him, you would have made a play for him already, but I guess you’re too late.”

“Bull shit. I’m not too late.”

“Yeah, but if there’s another girl—”

“I’m not too late. Who is she?”

“I’m not sure if I should tell.”

“Martha.”

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Martha. Dammit. Tell me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Martha!”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“What?”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly. Have … you … been spying on me?”

Mandy gasped and then she gulped. “Well, um,” she admitted. “Um, sort of.”

“Sort of? What’s that mean?”

Mandy looked about guiltily. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“But you went along with it. Whose idea was it anyway?”

Mandy gulped and she looked around nervously. “It was, um, it was Chrissy’s.”

“And why did Chrissy want you to spy on me?”

“She, um, she … she thought you were getting too popular.”

“Did she, now? You see that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Mandy shook her head.

“It’s better when you’re open with me because then you don’t have to keep any secrets so since you’re being open with me, I’m going to be open with you, but only if you promise to tell me if Chrissy ever asks you to do anything like this again.”

Mandy had to admit it. She did feel better. She had never felt completely comfortable spying on Martha.

“So are you going to be my friend,” Martha asked.

Mandy nodded. It was a lot easier than being a spy. “I’ll be your friend,” she said.

“And you’re going to let me know if anyone ever asks you to spy on me again.”

“Sure, Martha, I’ll let you know.”

Martha seemed to pause almost as if she were reflecting on what Mandy was told but she really wasn’t. She already knew what she was going to say next. “All right,” she said finally, “here’s what I know. Justin’s meeting some girl after school out behind the theater after school. I don’t know who but I think you should be there.”

“Me? Why?”

“Come on,” Martha said. “I know you want him. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be with him?”

Mandy gasped. Sure, she’d wondered what it would be like but she didn’t think anyone else knew.

“I’ll bet I know what you’d like,” she was saying. “Tight, little ass like you’ve got and I’ve seen you. You know how to use that thing. You love it when the guys stare at your ass, don’t you?”

“Yeah, so.”

“So an ass like yours and seeing as how you seem to love having guys stare at your butt, I’d bet you’d probably like to have some guy bend you over and fuck you from behind even as you let him stare at your ass. So, how’m I doing so far?”

Mandy just stared at the other girl.

“I don’t know. On the one hand, I think you’d like to have a guy stare at your butt but if I know you, I’ll bet you’re more of a hands on kind of girl, so if I had to bet, I’d bet you’d probably want to feel the guy put his hands on your ass. Maybe give it a few smacks but not a lot. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Mandy couldn’t believe it. That was her favorite fantasy. Was she that transparent, she wondered. How did this girl know what she liked? Did everyone else know?

“But if you’re not there this afternoon, if you don’t find out who he’s with, it may be too late. You need to be there this afternoon so you can see who he’s with.”

Well yeah, Mandy thought. That almost made sense.

“Besides, just think about it. If he knows what you want, maybe he can give you just what you want.”

Mandy was thinking about it. It would feel so good to feel Justin bend her over and fuck her from behind.

Her name was Chelsea Taylor. She had long blond hair and blue eyes and she was the real reason Justin Richardson was going to be in back of the theater after school. Martha caught up with the blond just as Chelsea was putting her books in her locker at the end of the school day. Her eyes locked in on the blond’s. “Come with me,” she said simply.

Chelsea followed. She wasn’t even sure why. She knew there was someplace she was supposed to be but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where it was so she trailed along helplessly in Martha’s wake.

The school’s hallways were crowded but Martha never varied her pace. She just kept walking and miraculously, it seemed as if people just seemed to move out of her way and just the right time and all the while, Chelsea followed along behind.

Martha marched into the women’s locker room. The locker room was empty. She turned and looked at the other blond. “I know what you want,” she said. “I know what you need.”

Chelsea looked at the other girl. “What,” she asked. “What do I need?”

“What you don’t need is some inexperienced, little eighteen year old boy trying to show you what a big man he is by trying to see if he can get his dick in between your legs. What you don’t need is some little boy coming inside you that it’s over before it’s even started. What you don’t need is to have your pussy be yet another notch on some kid’s gun. What you need is pleasure and I’m just the person to give it to you.”

“But I—”

“No buts,” Martha said. “You know what you want. Now, take off your clothes.”

“But—”

“No, buts,” Martha said. “I’m going to give you what you need. Now, take off your clothes.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” Chelsea began.

“Did I? Well then, if that’s the case, why did you come here with me? I’ll tell you why. It’s because deep down inside, you want to know what it’s like to be with a girl. It’s because deep down inside, you want to feel what it’s like to have a girl lick you out, but most of all, it’s because deep down inside, you really, really, really want to know what it’s like to make a girl who’s not you cum. So how am I doing so far? Now, take off those clothes.”

Chelsea Taylor couldn’t believe it but her hands were moving. It was almost as if this girl really did know what she was thinking, and almost as quickly as Chelsea started to divest herself of her clothes, Martha began to do the same and that just made Chelsea move even faster.

The boy looked around somewhat nervously.

“You expecting someone else,” Shirl asked.

“Well yeah, kind of.”

“I don’t know why you’re looking for anyone else when you’ve got me.”

“I … what?”

The short, little redhead advanced on the boy. “Maybe who you should be looking for is me.”

“What do you mean?”

The little cheerleader was now beside the boy and as he looked down at her, he could see she had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Looking down at her, he was seeing even more of her tits than usual. The cheerleader caught him looking at her. “You like that,” she said. “You like looking at my tits.”

“Yeah,” the boy said.

“Do you want to see more of them,” the girl purred.

“Yeah,” the boy said.

Suddenly, the girl had her top open and then her bra was undone and suddenly, the boy found himself staring at Shirl’s nice, round tits. “How do you like these,” the girl asked.

The boy licked his lips. “They … um … they look great.”

“You know what I’d really like?”

The boy licked his lips. He still wasn’t able to take his eyes off those tits. “What,” he croaked.

The little redhead was still kneading her tits. “What I’d like to see,” she said, “is your cock, moving right here between my tits. Wouldn’t that be great?”

The boy licked his lips and then he nodded.

Shirl was stroking her hand over the front of his jeans. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I thought so, too.”

The blond moaned again even as her eyes rolled back. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck.” It was so fucking good.

Who needed boys?

Oh fuck. She never knew it could be like this.

Shirl looked up to see Mandy bearing down on her. Why was Mandy here was her first thought.

Anger welled up in Shirl. She’d just sucked his cock off and he’d just gotten around to fucking her tits and now this bitch had the nerve to come around and hit her.

“He’s mine,” Mandy screamed.

“No, he’s not. He’s mine.”

“Fuck you, you little bitch.”

“Leave him alone, you tramp.”

“Let go of his cock, you skank.”

“Back off, slut.”

She’d already cum three times already, each one even better than the one that had proceeded it and now she was turned over, straddling the bench as that tongue licked up against her ass hole.

“Oh my God,” she moaned again. “Oh my God.”

Martha smiled to herself. Not even close, she told herself even as she worked her tongue between the panting coed’s cheeks.

“Come on, Justin,” said the girl holding her tits, “fuck me again.”

“No, Justin, no,” pleaded the other one. “I know you like me better. Fuck me instead.”

“No. Fuck me,” pleaded the first girl. “Fuck me.”

It was clear that the boy had already sampled the both of them already but he was wavering as to where to go next.

“Fuck me,” the girl on her hands and knees pleaded. “Fuck me and if you do, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.”

That seemed to make up the boy’s mind to the wails of the other girl and the contented moans of the one with his cock in her ass and that was how the vice principal found them, one on the ground pleading to be fucked and one with an ass recently fucked and overflowing with cum and one very bewildered and very satisfied young man. Campus would never be the same again.

THE END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN

“You know all you’ve got to do is ask.”

The blond smiled. She knew she didn’t even have to do that. If she wanted, she could compel the girl to do what she wanted, but it was easier to ask. “That’s sweet of you,” she said. “I’ve got a favor to ask,” she said again.

“Anything,” Tanya said.

A man was suddenly there. Tanya didn’t see where the man came from but he was big and muscular and the man was very, very black. “This is Charles,” the blond said.

Tanya nodded at the man.

“Charles has a big, black cock. Would you like to see Charles’ cock?”

There was something in Tanya that said no, no, no, but that voice was much too small and insignificant to make itself heard. She’d always been almost perpetually horny even before Martha had given her her perfect tits, but now that she had her perfect tits, it seemed as if she were even hornier. “Of course, Martha. I’d love to see Charles’ cock.”

Martha smiled and then she nodded at the man. The man took off his clothes. The man showed Tanya his cock.

Tanya could feel herself get even wetter.

“Do you like Charles’ cock,” the blond asked.

Tanya couldn’t take her eyes off the man and his big, black cock. “Yes, of course, Martha. I love his cock. It’s so big.”

“And so black, too,” the blond laughed. “Mustn’t forget that. Charles’ cock is both big and black.”

Yes, of course, Tanya thought. The black man was almost as perfectly black as she was perfectly white. “You’re right, Martha. His cock is big … and black,” and somehow just saying those things made Tanya even hornier.

“Charles wants to fuck you.”

Tanya got even more excited. Charles wanted to put his cock inside her. She felt her pussy jump at the thought of the man putting his big, black cock inside her. “I want him to fuck me too.”

Martha laughed. “So if I asked you to let him fuck you then you’d let him do it.”

“Sure. If you wanted me to, definitely.”

Martha laughed again. “You can’t fool me,” she said. “I think I know you well enough by now. I think you would have wanted to fuck him even if I hadn’t asked you to.”

Tanya looked at the man’s cock. “Well, maybe,” she admitted but she knew Martha was right. As horny as she was, she would have let Charles fuck her even if Martha hadn’t asked her.

“Well, if you want Charles to fuck you, I think you’re going to have to show him those perfect tits of yours.”

Tanya laughed almost giddily. Her tits had been almost freakishly small but now that they were big and full and round, she loved showing guys her tits. Of course, it wasn’t just guys. She loved showing her tits to anyone who would look and sometimes, she loved showing her tits just to herself.

Her hands pulled off the tight, little top she was wearing. Tanya loved wearing tight tops because they showed all her full tits so well.

Her hands went to her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra but then she seemed not to need one. Her tits were almost magical it seemed. There was no sag or drop. There was no need for support. Her tits it seemed were destined to say just as young and firm as they were right now and she loved it.

Tanya’s hands stroked her tits. As tight as her tops were, she knew guys could see her nipples and she loved it. It made her so horny when she caught a guy staring at her tits.

Martha laughed. “I think Charles here wants to fuck your tits,” she said. “What about it? Do you want Charles to fuck your tits?”

Did she want Charles to fuck her tits? Of course, she wanted Charles to fuck her tits. She loved it when guys fucked her tits. “Sure, Martha,” the girl said. “I’d love to have Charles fuck my tits.”

“Don’t tell me. Tell him.”

Tanya looked at the black man. Her hands worked their way over her tits even as she looked up at him. “Would you fuck my tits.”

The black man was stroking his cock as he looked at the girl. “Sure, baby,” he said, “but I think if you want that, you’re in the wrong position.”

“How am I in the wrong position?”

“If you want my to fuck your tits, I think you need to be on your knees.”

Tanya grinned and she quickly dropped to her knees. “How’s this,” she asked. “Is this the right position?”

The man was still stroking his cock. “Yeah, man,” he said. “Looks like it.” The man stepped forward. “But first, I’m going to need you to suck on this.”

Tanya opened her mouth. Damn, Charles had a big cock and she loved it. She couldn’t wait to feel that sliding between her tits but more to the point, she couldn’t wait to have that cock stretching her between her legs.

Tanya wrapped a hand around that big, black man even as she pushed her mouth down over the head of that cock. She loved the way her mouth made the man groan right from the get-go.

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

Tanya kept on sucking that big, black cock. She loved it. She loved making men groan.

Charles was running a hand through Tanya’s hair even as he worked his cock in and out of Tanya’s mouth. “Yeah, that’s it,” the man said. “Suck it. Suck it. Suck that cock.”

Tanya moaned. There was something about Charles’ cock that she really liked. She couldn’t put her mouth on it but it was almost as if her lips were bigger and fuller with Charles’s cock between them. It was almost as if her lips were making themselves even better to accomodate that big, black cock.

The man groaned again. “Oh yeah, babe,” he moaned. “Suck it. Suck it.”

It was weird, Tanya thought. It was almost as if now having got her mouth on the man’s cock, she couldn’t stop sucking him even if she’d wanted to. Not that she wanted to, of course, but it was weird. She wanted to suck that cock. She wanted it so bad.

She could feel the black man’s hand as it stroked her hair. “Suck it, baby. Suck it.”

Tanya moaned as she kept on sucking that cock. She’d almost forgotten what it was that had brought that cock to her in the first place but now Charles was pulling away. “No,” she moaned as the man continued to pull away. “I want to suck.”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck your tits.”

Tanya remembered. her hands held her tits together even as she looked up at the man. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I want it. I want you to fuck my tits.”

“Lean back, baby,” the man told her and when she did, the man straddled her body. He tapped the head of his cock a few times against one of her tits and then against the other. “How’s that, baby? How’s that? You like that, hmm? You like that?”

“Yeah,” Tanya moaned, “I love it.”

The man tapped his cock first against the one plump, young nipple and then against the other. “I thought you wanted to get tit fucked,” the man said.

“I do,” Tanya moaned. “I do. I want to get tit fucked.”

The man pulled his cock back once again but this time, he was just repositioning it. Tanya could feel the head of that cock as it pressed up from underneath her and then she could feel that cock as it pushed its way between her tits.

She looked up at the man. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my tits with that big, black cock of yours. Oh yeah, that’s it. Fuck me.”

She could see the head of that cock as it pushed its way past her tits and then it would slide back down again only to once again, emerge. She loved that cock. She wasn’t afraid of it anymore. She loved that cock and she wanted more.

Tanya wrapped her lips around the head of that cock as she looked up at the man. She didn’t say anything but her eyes said everything that needed to be said. She loved that cock and she loved feeling it between her tits.

The black man groaned. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Suck it, baby. Suck that cock.”

It wasn’t all the cock she was sucking, but it was enough. It was the head of that cock and it felt good to have even that.

The man groaned as he again ran his hands through the girl’s hair.

“I think she likes it,” Martha said. “What about it? Do you like Charles’ cock?”

Tanya looked at the blond and she moaned and then she nodded. She loved Charles’ cock. She loved getting titty fucked.

Martha laughed. “I think she likes it,” she told the black man.

“Is that true,” the black man asked. “Do you like this cock?”

Tanya nodded again.

“Do you want to get fucked?”

Again, Tanya nodded.

The man pulled the cock from between Tanya’s tits. “I need you to lay your ass back, baby,” he said.

Tanya had only the briefest of moments to notice it but it seemed as if there was something between her tits. She wasn’t sure but it was almost as if they looked dirty or something.

But then she was lying back and Charles was sliding in between her legs. His hands were lifting her legs and Tanya felt so exposed.

He didn’t fuck her right away, choosing instead to run the length of himself across Tanya’s warm, wet pussy. Tanya moaned and the man smiled. “Baby likes this, doesn’t she? Baby likes this cock?”

“Oh yeah,” Tanya moaned. “I love it.”

“Baby wants to get fucked, doesn’t she? Baby wants to get fucked by this big, black cock.”

Tanya moaned again. “I want to get fucked,” she confirmed. “I want to get fucked. I want to get fucked by your big, black cock.”

That was really all she had to say. Charles’ cock was pressing against her tight, little pussy. She could feel the head of his cock as it pushed against her and then she moaned as the man pushed his way inside.

Too big, Tanya thought. Too big. The black man was too big and yet her next thought was that there was no such thing. She loved getting fucked by that big, black cock.

The man grinned. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you.”

“Oh yeah,” Tanya moaned. “I love it. I love it.”

“Yeah, baby, I know you do.”

Charles wasn’t holding Tanya’s legs at least not anymore. He didn’t have to. He had her impaled on his cock and it was clear that she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the man said. “Fuck me back. Fuck me back. Fuck me back with that tight, little pussy of yours.”

Tanya moaned again. That cock was pushed so far up inside her that she was almost forced to try and clamber up off of it, but every time she did, her pussy would once again fall back onto that cock and when it did, the man would once again drive his cock inside her.

“Oh yeah, baby likes that. Baby likes this big, black cock.”

Tanya just moaned as her body gave itself over to the cock inside her.

The black man stroked a hand over the top of one of Tanya’s thighs. That hand traced its way over the girl’s body until it found her tits and Tanya moaned again. She loved it when guys played with her tits.

There was something different about the man, Tanya realized. Something weird that she just couldn’t put her finger on. It was almost as if the man didn’t seem as dark as he once had but that didn’t make any sense and besides, there was his hand, squeezing her tit and the girl moaned again. Damn, she loved it when a guy did that.

That hand left her tit and then it was stroking her face. “Yeah,” the black man said. “Baby likes that.”

The girl groaned. She did like it. She loved it, in fact. She loved that big, fat cock. She loved getting fucked.

But the man was pulling out. “No,” Tanya moaned. “No, fuck me. Fuck me. Come on. Fuck me.”

But the man kept pulling out. “Turn your ass over,” he told the girl. “Let me see that skinny, white ass of yours.”

There was something different about her body, Tanya thought, but she was in too much of a hurry to turn herself over to give it much thought. There was something different about her but so what. Charles wanted to see her little white ass, and Tanya knew she wanted to show it to him.

Tanya rolled over and the man reached under her thighs, pulling the teen up onto her hands and knees. His hand gave her ass a smack. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Got to see that little, white ass.”

Tanya moaned as she felt the man’s hand on her ass and then he would move it around as if he were stroking her ass and then he would slap it again.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Got to get a little, black heat in there, don’t we?”

Tanya wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. Sure, she liked the feel of his hands as they stroked her butt, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to put his cock in there.

But if that was what he intended, the man seemed to make no effort to put his intentions into force. He seemed content just to rub his hands over Tanya’s scrawny, little ass, giving it an occasional smack every now and then just for good measure.

Not so scrawny, the girl corrected herself. Her ass wasn’t that small.

“Little girl likes this,” Charles said. “Little girl likes having a hand on her ass, but tell me, little girl, are you ready? Are you ready to get fucked?”

Tanya moaned. This was it. He was going to do it. She was sure. He was going to fuck her in her ass. She gritted her teeth and she nodded. She was ready.

But the man didn’t fuck her in the ass. Instead, his cock went right back between her legs and then once again, he was pressing it up against her cunt and moments later, he was pushing his way inside her.

The girl moaned. She could feel the man’s hands on her hands and on her hips and she could feel his cock sliding inside her.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you.”

Tanya couldn’t say anything. All she could do was moan.

“Oh yeah, little girl likes this, doesn’t she. Little girl likes the big, black cock.”

Tanya just moaned. That would have to be enough of a response.

“Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh yeah. I know what little girl wants. Little girl wants to be filled up by big, black cum.”

The girl moaned. She knew what she wanted. She wanted that cock to fill her up. She wanted to feel that cum inside her.

The man reached up underneath her and once again he had his hands on Tanya’s tits. He gave her tits a squeeze. “Tell me what you want,” the man said.

The girl groaned. “Oh fu-u-u-uck,” she moaned. “Fuck, do it. Fill me up with your big cum.”

“That’s my big, black cum,” the man corrected her.

“Fill me up with your big, black cum.”

“That’s it baby. Say it again.”

“Fill me up with your big, black cum.”

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. That’s it.”

Tanya was getting into this. “Do it,” she moaned. “Fill me up with your big, black cum.”

The man groaned. “Oh yeah, baby. You want it. Here it comes.”

Tanya couldn’t help but let out a low moan as that cock surged inside her. Oh God, the girl thought. That felt good and from the way the man was groaning, she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

She stayed where she was, perched on her hands and knees as the man continued to pump her full of cum and only when the man was done did she let her pussy slowly slide off of the cock that had impaled her.

“I want you to come with me,” Martha said.

Tanya got up and she followed the blond.

Martha took Tanya and stood her in front of a mirror and when Tanya looked, she saw something she’d never seen before. Her skin was a deep brown. Her eyes were brown. Her hair was black. There were subtle changes. Her hair was curlier than it had ever been before and her lips were thick and pouting but her body still held the same shape that it had before including her newly-formed, big, round tits. It was only that now she bore the face and body of a pretty, young, black woman.

“What have you done to me,” Tanya asked.

“I’ve made you as I need you to be.”

“How long will it last?”

“For as long as I need you like this. I need you to fuck a man.”

Tanya paused only for an instant. “Of course, Martha. I’ll fuck whoever you want me to fuck.”

The blond smiled. “That’s my little slut.”

Tanya’s body tingled just a little at that and that was a good thing. For some reason, it always did whenever Martha called her her little slut.

“The man’s name is Vic Patterson,” Martha said, “and I happen to know it for a fact that he likes hot, little black sluts so I know he’s just going to love you.”

“Are you sure, Martha?”

The blond smiled. “Oh yeah, I’m sure,” she said. “I just need you to be the best, little, fucking black slut you can be. Can you do that for me, Tanya?”

Tanya’s body tingled again. “I can do it,” she assured the blond. “You can count on me.”

THE END OF CHAPTER TWENTY