Feature Writer: Lisa Teez /
Published: 06.05.2007 Updated 09.12.2007
Feature Title: SATAN’S REVENGE 29 – 31 /
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 29
“I think you can,” said the buxom blond in the doorway. “I think you can give me the same thing you’ve been giving Chrissy Wilde.”
Henry Rollins grip tightened on the pencil he was holding. “A-a-and what m-might that be,” he stammered.
“Why sex, of course.”
The man’s hand tightened even further on the pencil. The little bitch had ratted him out. It had been his one fear from the moment she’d seduced him but the more he’d let it happen, the less worried he’d become. “W-w-what do you want,” the man asked.
The girl laughed. “I already told you. I want sex.”
“That’s all.”
The girl smiled. “Well, that’s never all,” the blond said, “but it will do for starters.”
The President of the School Board wondered how he was going to get out of this even as he looked at the girl standing in front of him. “So how do I know you’re not going to tell.”
Martha smiled at the man. “That’s not my style,” she said.
“Yeah, and what is your style?”
“I like giving people what they want.”
“Yeah, and how do you do that?”
Martha smiled at the man. “Do you know who I am?”
“No, should I?”
The girl looked at the man. “I’m the devil,” she said plainly.
The man snorted. “Yeah right. No really. Who are you?”
“I told you,” the girl said. “I’m the devil, and quite frankly, for some of what you’ve done, I could probably have your soul now if I wanted it, but the truth is as much as I’d like it, there’s something else I want even more.”
The shopkeeper was beginning to relax. The girl was obviously out of her mind. He still didn’t want her saying anything but even if she did, who would believe her?
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Do what?”
“Trifle with me. I don’t like being trifled with.”
The man narrowed his eyes. So the girl was good at reading expressions but he didn’t really think she could read his mind. “Yeah, so what do you want?”
“I want your cooperation.”
“To do what?”
“To disband the cheerleading squad. I think it’s time we turned out Chrissy Wilde and her little band of sluts, don’t you?”
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“Why? Because you’d rather keep on doing what you were doing. Taking little fucking Chrissy in your back room and bending her over and fucking her good. Is that why?”
The man now stared really hard at the girl. One didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. “How the hell did you know about that?”
“I told you. I’m the devil.”
“No, seriously,” the man demanded. “How did you know about that. Who told you?”
The girl sighed. “I would have rather have done it the easy way but then, now that I think about it, the hard way can be fun, too. Come here.”
Before he even realized what he was doing, the man took a step towards the girl and then he took another. “What the fuck,” the man said.
“You wanted proof.”
“What are you doing to me,” the man said even as he took another step and then another.
“I’m trying to prove a point.”
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” the man said even as he took another step, “but I’m warning you, you better stop what you’re doing, you little fucking bitch.”
The man was only a couple of paces away. “I still don’t think you believe me,” the girl said.
“You little fucking bitch. I don’t know how you’re doing what you’re doing, but I’m warning you, you better knock it off right now.”
“But Henry, I’m only doing it to prove a point.”
“You little fucking bitch. Let me go God damn it.”
“Oooh. Taking the Lord’s name in vain. That’s a no no, Henry. He doesn’t like it when you do that. If you were looking for support from that quarter, I think you can forget about it now.”
“Fuck you.”
“Why, Henry, that’s a marvelous idea. Thank you very much, but before we put your plan into affect, I think you need to learn a little humility. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and beg me to fuck you.”
“You fucking bitch,” the man was saying but even as he was saying it, he was dropping to his knees. “Why the hell am I doing this,” he wondered out loud.
“I don’t know, but if you ask me, it looks like you’re getting ready to beg me to fuck you. Is that what’s going to happen,” the girl asked. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you?”
The man shook his head but even as he did, he opened his mouth to speak. “Please,” he begged. “Please fuck me.”
The girl laughed at the man kneeling in front of her. “You want me to fuck you, huh? Is that that what you want?”
“Fuck me,” the man said again. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
“Oh my, Henry, aren’t we being fickle now. First, you tell me you want me to leave you alone and now you tell me you want me to fuck you. I’m not sure what to believe.”
“Fuck me,” the man pleaded. “Fuck me.”
“Oh yeah. That’s what I like to hear, Henry. I like to hear you beg but let’s not make this about you. Let’s make it about me. Tell me what you want to do for me.”
The man stopped his begging in mid-sentence and it was almost as if his mind suddenly reset but then he shook his head and he groaned. “Please,” he groaned. “Please. Please let me serve you. I want to serve you. I want to serve you so bad.”
The girl grinned even as she stroked the hair of the man who was still kneeling in front of her. “And how would you like to serve me, my pet?”
The man was staring hungrily between the blond’s legs. “I would like to eat you,” he said plainly. “Please,” he begged. “Please let your servant eat your pussy.”
“Oh, I like that,” the teen said. “What did you call yourself again?”
The man looked as if he was trying not to say what he said next but then he just gave up trying to fight it. “I’m your servant,” he said.
“Don’t you mean my humble servant,” the girl corrected him.
“Yes, of course you’re right,” the man said. “I’m your humble servant.”
“And I’ll bet you just can’t ever get enough of my pussy.”
Once again, the man looked as if he were about to say something else and once again, he seemed to change his mind. “You’re right, of course,” he agreed. “I love your pussy. It’s the most beautiful pussy that there ever was or ever will be. I love your pussy. I love it so much.”
One of the girl’s hands toyed with the buttons on her blouse. “I know what you want,” she said even as the man continued to stare.
Her fingers had done their work and the blouse was hanging open and with a shrug, the blouse fell off her shoulders. Her hands were working her bra and the then the bra was hanging open.
“Would you like to see my perfect tits,” the girl cooed.
The man did want to see her tits but he couldn’t pull his gaze from between the blond’s legs.
“No,” the blond teased. “No? It’s too bad. All you have to do is look.”
The shopkeeper tried to look or at least that was what he thought he was doing but his eyes stayed rooted right where they were.
The blond laughed softly. “It’s too bad,” she said, “because my tits really are very nice, but I know what you want.”
The man kept staring between her legs.
“I know what you want. Would you like to see my pussy?”
The shopkeeper gasped. “Yes, please. I want to see your pussy. I want to see your pussy. I want to see it so bad.”
“And what are you?”
“I’m your humble servant,” the man said. “I’m your humble servant and I want to love your pussy.”
“You’re sure now. No reservations.”
The man seemed unable to pull his eyes from looking between the girl’s legs. “I’m sure,” he said. “No reservations.”
“Then you may lift up my skirt and you may see what you may find there.”
The man hesitated as if for a moment, almost as if he were trying to hold out or maybe it was as if he was unsure that he was actually about to get the reward he craved. Whatever the reason, his pause was only for a moment and then he was lifting the skirt up and he found himself staring at a pair of red silken panties.
“Would you like to see what’s inside my panties,” the blond asked.
The man gasped. “Yes, please,” he moaned. “Please let me see inside your panties.”
“Say that again.”
“Please. Please let me see inside your panties.”
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Say it again.”
“Please let me see inside your panties.”
“You want to see inside here.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Okay, slut boy. I guess you’ve earned yourself a peek. Why don’t you go ahead and pull down my panties.”
The shopkeeper hesitated for just a moment and then his hands were pulling down the girl’s panties and the man gasped.
“What’s wrong,” the girl asked with feigned innocence.
“Nothing,” the man said. “Nothing. It’s just that … that … that—”
“Yes?”
“It’s perfect,” he said.
The blond laughed almost subconsciously. “Oh come on. I’ll bet you say that to all the pussies you meet.”
“No,” the man assured her. “No, it’s perfect. It’s … it’s … could I … I mean if you’d let me … could I … could I—”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to lick your pussy. I want to lick it please.”
The girl smiled beatifically. “Why, of course,” she told the man. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Could I lick your pussy? Could I lick it, please?”
“So my little slut boy wants to lick my pussy?”
“Yes. Let me lick your pussy. Let me lick it, please.”
“You’ll do whatever I want?”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” the man assured her. Just please let me lick your pussy.”
“Lean back, slut boy. Lean back and tell Martha you want her to ride your face with her pussy.”
There was a still a part of the man that was wondering why he was doing what he was doing . He’d never wanted to eat a girl’s pussy before and he’d never wanted anything like he wanted this.
But it was only a very small part and it was totally insignificant compared to what he really wanted. “Please,” the man begged even as he leaned back, “please Martha. Please let your humble servant lick your pussy. It would make me feel so good.”
The girl snarled. “Fool, what do I care about how it would make you feel.”
The man cringed. “You’re right, of course. It was my mistake. I apologize. I was totally wrong. Please. Please don’t hold it against me. Please. Please let me lick your pussy. Please. I want to make you cum. Please let me make you cum. Please.”
“Well now, that’s more like it. Keep it up.”
“Please,” the man begged. “Please, Martha, please ride my face. Please use my body as your throne and use my face as its seat. Please. Please. Please let me lick your pussy.”
“Why, Henry, I didn’t know you cared.”
The man was sure he didn’t care but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he was doing what he was doing but even if he didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing, that didn’t stop him from doing it.
“Okay, Henry, here it comes.”
The girl was straddling him, pushing her pussy down on his mouth and as much as he thought he didn’t want to lick that cunt, he just couldn’t seem to not do it. The pussy was right there and there was this urge and the more he tried to resist it, the stronger the urge got.
“You know what you want to do,” the girl said. “Give in to your desires and lick my pussy.”
The man was trying to hold back but it was so hard.
“All you have to do is be a good, little slut boy,” the girl said. “Be a good, little slut boy and surrender to what you know you really want.”
The man tried not to lick her but his mouth slid open and suddenly his tongue was there, licking against her cunt. Oh God, she was so fucking wet. Oh God, he loved that little fucking, wet pussy.
“Oh yeah, you like it, don’t you. You like that little fucking, wet pussy.”
The man didn’t want to admit it but he couldn’t hide the truth from himself. He did like it. The man groaned to himself. He did like it. He liked that fucking, wet pussy.
“I know what you like,” the girl was saying. “You can’t fool me. You like licking pussies.”
The man wanted to say no but then it was kind of hard to do when he had his tongue buried between the girl’s legs.
“I know what you want. You want to lick pussies. It’s all your tongue is good for anyway.”
The man wanted to object but his tongue was on that cunt and really, that was all his tongue was good for anyway. Just licking pussies. That’s all, but that was good enough.
“Yeah, you like licking pussies, don’t you. You love licking pussies but most of all, you love licking my pussy, don’t you.”
The shopkeeper didn’t say yes but that was only because he couldn’t bear to take his tongue away from the cunt he was licking. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was telling himself that he didn’t like this, that somehow, he was being used, that this was wrong, but really, how could this be wrong when it felt so right.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you. You like licking girls’ pussies, don’t you?”
Oh God, he loved it.
“That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it? That’s all that matters is licking little teen-age pussies like mine. Absolutely nothing else is more important than that.”
She was right, of course. There was nothing better than licking little teen-aged cunts. It felt so good when you got them all nice and hot and wet.
“I know what you want,” the girl was saying. “You want to lick my pussy, but to get what you want, you’re going to have to give me what I want. That’s fair, isn’t it?”
That was fair. He had to admit it. That was fair, although what he really wanted was to keep licking that cunt that was riding his face.
“I want you to vote to disband the cheerleaders,” the blond said.
“What? But why?” It was the most he could manage before he once again felt that pussy push itself down on his face. Oh God, that was good. She was fucking her cunt with his face. Oh God, that felt so fucking good.
“I have my reasons,” the blond said, “and if you really loved my pussy, if you really wanted to keep eating me out, then that should be good enough.”
It was good enough and the man would have told Martha that if only she’d pulled her cunt away from his mouth long enough for him to say so.
But Martha wasn’t about to let up and besides, she had more to say. “Just think,” she told him, “as cheerleaders, they’re a force unto themselves. They have status and power in the school, but if you take that away from them, they’ll be lost and upset and if you play your cards right, you can be there to pick up the pieces when things come apart, maybe offer a helping hand or a sympathetic ear and maybe you can be there to lick a few fallen cheerleader pussies.
The shopkeeper really didn’t understand how disbanding the cheerleaders was going to get him more pussy to eat but there was something in the way the girl said it that made it sound almost right.
“So, are you going to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Are you going to vote to disband the cheerleaders?”
“But I don’t see—”
“I don’t think I like the sound of this,” the blond said. “Your job is to be a good, little slut boy and say yes and then do what your told so I’m going to ask you again. Are you going to vote to disband the cheerleading squad?”
“Yes, but—”
“Are you dense? Are you, slut boy? Don’t you understand. There is no but on this question. It’s either yes or no. Here, let me show you what I mean. Do you like my pussy, yes or no?”
“Well, yes.”
“And do you want to make my pussy cum in your mouth?”
“Well, yes.”
“So are you going to vote to disband the cheerleaders.”
“I guess. Yeah.”
“See, now that wasn’t so hard was it? Now, slut boy, I think that’s enough talking. Why don’t you go ahead and use your mouth for the only thing it’s really good for.”
She was pulling up a chair and then she took a seat and she spread her legs and she crooked a finger at the man. “Come here,” she said.
The man wasted little time diving between the blond’s legs. She was going to let him eat her out and that was all that mattered to him.
“Oh yeah,” the teen groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it, slut boy. Eat my cunt. Eat it good.”
The shopkeeper didn’t say anything. He just kept eating the blond’s cunt.
And the blond moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me, slut boy. Eat my little fucking pussy.”
The shopkeeper wasn’t about to stop.
The girl moaned again. “Oh fuck yeah. Oh yeah. Eat me. Oh yeah, that’s good. Eat me.”
And still, the man did as he was told.
The girl moaned again. “Oh yeah, that’s it. You really are a good pussy licker, slut boy. Did you know that?”
The man couldn’t take the time from between the girl’s legs for even the merest of responses.
“You really are quite lucky,” the girl said, “because as good a pussy licker as you obviously are, you’re going to cum nice and hard whenever you eat a girl to orgasm.”
The man didn’t say anything. He just kept right on eating.
The girl moaned again. “Oh yeah, but you’ll always cum hardest when you make me cum. Each and every time, and every time you make me cum, every time will be better than the last. Ain’t that right, slut boy?”
The man didn’t say anything but in his thoughts, he was already acknowledging what he’d been told.
The girl moaned again and in the next instant, she was cumming hard.
The man groaned and his cock surged. It might have been nicer if he’d taken his clothes off first but the girl hadn’t allowed that so when his cock surged, he was still wearing his clothes. He could feel himself soiling himself but he just didn’t care. What really mattered wasn’t what he was doing. What really mattered was the way his cock was cumming. He’d never cum that hard before.
And still his tongue stayed where it was, rooted between the blond’s legs, staying right where he knew it needed to be.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s a good, little slut boy. Yeah, that’s it. Just keep licking my pussy.”
The man did as he was told.
The girl knew that maybe she should have left well enough alone but leaving well enough alone wasn’t in her nature. She moaned as the man continued to eat her pussy. “Do you remember what I told you,” she asked. “Do you remember what I told you about who I am?”
The man was too busy between the girl’s legs to bother with an answer but suddenly there was something pulling him from between her legs.
“I asked you a question,” the girl said. “Do you remember who I said I was?”
The man nodded.
“Who did I say I was?”
“You said you were the devil.”
“Do you believe me now?”
The shopkeeper knew he’d done things he’d never expected to do but he knew what the devil was supposed to look like. The girl might be manipulative, (and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how he’d let her get away with doing even half the things she’d done,) but he was still in control of himself, wasn’t he? If he was eating her pussy, it was because he wanted to and it had nothing to do with her, and he did want to eat her pussy. In fact, he could feel the need to once again slide in between her legs but just because he wanted to eat her out didn’t make her the devil, did it? The man shook his head. “No, I don’t think you’re the devil,” he said.
If the girl was angry, she didn’t show it. “You’ve just made a big mistake,” she said.
“Yeah? How so?”
“Because I really am the devil and because I was willing to leave you with just a little measure of free will but I can see I’m not going to be able to do that.”
The shopkeeper was still trying to come to grips with what the girl was telling him. He still didn’t think she was the devil but she did have the best tasting pussy there ever was so he was more than willing to let her ramble on just so long as he got to slide his mouth between her thighs again.
“Henry,” the girl said. “Look at me. Look into my eyes.”
The man looked.
“Look deeper, Henry. Look deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Hell is not a nice place, Henry. It’s not a place you want to be, Henry.”
The man shivered. He wasn’t sure. It was just a feeling he got when he looked in her eyes.
“That’s it, Henry. I want you to see what my home looks like. It’s a hot, desolate place, Henry. Can you see it? I want you to see it, and I want you to feel it, too.”
The man was feeling uneasy but he couldn’t explain why and he couldn’t take his eyes away from the girl’s.
“I want you to fuck me,” the girl said.
The shopkeeper smiled to himself. Now this was what he needed. His cock was nice and hard as he shoved it between the girl’s legs.
“Hell is unbearably hot,” the girl said even as the man impaled her, “but it’s not the only place like that.”
The man gasped as the heat between the girl’s legs suddenly surged to unbearable levels. It felt almost as if his cock was being seared inside that cunt. He tried to pull free but he found he couldn’t. Something was holding him there.
“I own you,” the girl said even as the man struggled to try and pull himself free.
She seemed oblivious to the man’s struggles.
“I own you,” she said again even as the man struggled even harder. “I own you and with my heat, you feel it. I am searing myself into your soul.”
The man cried out even as he once more tried without luck to free himself from the blond’s pussy.
“Now you know the truth, don’t you?”
The man was groaning feebly even as he tried again to pull his cock free but his struggles were diminishing.
“You belong to me,” the girl said, “and you always will, but I’m not going to let go of your cock until you say who I am so say it. Who am I?”
“Auuggggh,” the man groaned.
“Who am I? Say it. Who am I?”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“Who am I? Say it. You can do it. Say who I am.”
“Oh geez.”
“Say it,” the girl said. “Say it.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re … you’re … oh fuck, you’re … you’re my mistress. You are the devil.”
The girl’s cunt suddenly seemed to let go of the man but he didn’t pull himself free. He knew what he existed for. He knew who owned him. It was her. It was the girl. It was his mistress. She owned him. He existed only to make her happy. His cock moved inside her. He existed for only one thing. He existed to make her happy.
The girl seemed to sense it. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Be a good, little slut boy and fuck my pussy.”
The man needed no further direction than that. He was almost mindless as he drove himself inside her.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
The man was mindless as he worked his cock in and out of the girl’s cunt. He wanted to make her cum and that was all that really mattered to him.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me.”
The man groaned. He knew he wasn’t going to get to cum until he made the girl cum.
“Keep it up,” the girl said encouragingly. “You’re doing a good job. Keep fucking me.”
At another time, the man might have taken pride in how his cock was working that cunt, but now all that mattered was making the girl cum.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah, you’re a good, little slut boy, aren’t you?”
There was a time when being called a slut boy had bothered the man but now that no longer bothered him. He knew what he was.
The girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Oh yeah. Make me cum. Do it. Make me cum.”
Her wish was his command. His cock made her cum and when he knew he’d done what he was supposed to, he felt his cock surge but he knew that the only reason he had come was because his mistress had let him cum.
The teen laid back in the aftermath of their sex and she looked at the shopkeeper and she smiled. She knew what she wanted. “That’s a good, little slut boy,” the devil told him. “Now get the hell over here and eat my little fucking pussy again.”
* * *
A convertible with two young couples pulled up in the island next to her. The driver got out. “How much gas should we get?”
“How much money you got?”
“Not that much.”
“Then I guess that’s what we’re going to get,” said his buddy. “Not that much.”
“Hey, guys,” said one of the girls. “We’re going to get some food.”
“Pick me up some chips,” said the driver.
“Yeah, for me too,” said his buddy. “The barbecued kind.”
“Okay.”
Martha followed the two girls into the store. No real possibilities there. The redhead was pretty much of a straight arrow. Too bad, Martha thought, because she had a nice body, but her friend, she was the interesting one. She wasn’t reading anything at all from her.
The blond’s eyes narrowed. She looked at the brunette. She recognized this one.
The brunette’s friend went to pick up some sodas while the brunette looked for something healthy to eat. The blond almost nonchalantly sidled up to the girl. “Listen here, girlie, I don’t know what your game is, but I’ve been ripping the wings off sweet little things like you since before you were born, so just you stay out of my way.”
The brunette didn’t even bother to look at the blond. “No game,” she said as she continued to survey the meager food offerings. “Just here to deliver a message.”
“What kind of message?”
“The girls are yours. You bought them. They gave themselves to you. The rest of the town is off limits. The rest of the town belongs to us.”
The blond watched the brunette continue to survey the food stuffs and then she grinned. “I can live with that.”
“Then we’re agreed.”
The brunette nodded. “Good. I’ll tell the Old Man. He’ll be happy to hear it.” She turned her attention to her compatriots. “Hey, guys,” she called out, “wait up,” and with that, the brunette scampered out of the convenience store and hopped in the car which then drove off.
The blond watched the girl go. Yep, she could live with having just the girls. It would have been more fun to have the whole town, but the girls really was all she’d come here for anyway, and there was one in particular, that she really wanted. Yep, she could live with that, but there was one who was going to have to pay big time.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Satan’s Revenge 30
“You girls really ought to be the ones in charge.”
“What do you mean,” asked Natalie.
Martha just shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just that, I mean, hey, look at what’s happening with the cheerleading squad. The whole thing is in complete disarray. You’ve got people who want to disband the squad and what’s Chrissy doing? As far as I can tell, she’s not doing nothing. You girls would be much better leaders if you ask me.”
“You think so?”
Martha turned to look at Rachel. “I know so,” she said. “I mean, hey, look at where your credibility is now. It’s in the toilet.”
“Yeah,” said Noreen. “I’ve noticed that.”
“People aren’t trusting you the way they used to.”
Noreen wasn’t the only one of the trio of young cheerleaders who was nodding her head.
“And who’s fault is that?”
None of the three young women said anything, waiting instead for one of the others to make the charge, but no one did.
Martha laughed again. The four girls were meeting back behind the bleachers where no one else was likely to be. “Like I said,” said Martha, “you girls really ought to be the ones in charge.”
“But—”
“Look, if you like the way things are going—”
“It’s not that,” Natalie said, “but we voted her our captain.”
Martha laughed. “So that’s the way it is, huh. I thought you girls were stronger than that, but maybe I was wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t want to be captain, too,” Martha said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t have the votes.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have the votes,” Martha mimicked. “Please. You want something. You got to take it. How ‘bout you,” she said turning her attention on Rachel. “Did you want to be captain?”
“Yes, but—”
“But what?”
“I didn’t have the votes either.”
“Don’t look at me,” Noreen said, “because I know I had even less votes than either Natalie or Rachel had.”
“But you wanted to be captain, too?” Noreen nodded and Martha laughed. “Oh you girls are just too funny. Here I thought I was talking to some players and it turns out what I’m really talking to is some player wannabes. That’s too bad ‘cause I really liked you girls but if you haven’t got what it takes.”
“Who says we don’t got what it takes?”
“I do, because if you’ll pardon the expression, if you had the balls for it, you would have taken what you wanted.”
“But we didn’t have the votes.”
“And you always play by the rules?”
All three girls looked at one another but no one said anything.
Their silence said more than their words ever could have. Martha laughed. “So you are willing to break a few rules every now and then. That’s good. I thought for a moment there, I was going to have to train you from scratch.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, that’s the rub, isn’t it. I mean one person’s hard and fast rule may be something that another person might see as something that is not nearly that strict, and might be something that a third person might not see as a rule at all. It’s all up to what the individual isn’t it.
Like you,” she said, taking her place in front of Natalie. “Look into my eyes, Natalie.” Natalie did as she was directed and Martha laughed. “With you, it’s pretty easy. You don’t like wimpy boys, do you, Nat. But would you be willing to fuck one, if that’s what it took to show that you could break the rules? More to the point, would you be willing to let a geeky boy use that pretty, little body of yours? Would you be willing to let him put his geeky, little hands all over you? Hmmm? Would you, Nat?”
“Why would I have to do that,” Natalie grumbled.
Martha laughed. “Because it’s something you really don’t want to do. Because in fact, it would embarrass you to do it. But would you do it, to show you could? if a geeky boy came out here right now, came around the corner of those bleachers, would you let him fuck you right here in front of your friends just to show you could?”
“You mean if I had to?”
Martha nodded.
“If I had to, yeah, I guess I could.”
“Right here. Right now.”
“Sure.” The girl shivered but it wasn’t cold. “I guess.”
Martha’s gaze travelled to the end of the bleachers and the other girls followed her stare almost as if they expected a boy to come around the corner and Martha laughed. “Gosh, you guys are fun,” she said and then she moved on to Rachel. “Your turn, girl. Look into my eyes.”
Just as Natalie had, Rachel looked into the blond’s eyes.
“Ooooh, another easy one. You’ve got a bit of bigotism going there, haven’t you.”
“What do you mean,” Rachel asked nervously.
“You don’t like non-whites, do you? in fact, you really dislike blacks. But what if that was what was required of you? What if a black man, no wait, let’s make it a black man and a black woman, what if they came around the other corner of the bleacher? Could you let them have their way with you?”
Rachel shook her head. “No. I don’t think I could.”
“Such a shame,” Martha said. “I had such high hopes for you. I thought there was more to you than just that.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve all got to do things we don’t want to do,” Martha said, “but if you’re not willing to do your part, then how can others trust you.”
“But being a leader means telling people what to do.”
“Being a leader means leading by example and sometimes that means that we do things we don’t want to do because that’s what’s required of us, but if you’re not up to it.”
“I didn’t say that,” Rachel said hastily. “I just said—”
“Yes?”
“I just said—”
“if you can’t say it,” Martha said, “then you can’t lead, and if you can’t lead, there’s no place for you here.”
“But, but—”
“You know what to say,” Martha said. “I want to get fucked by black people.”
Rachel gritted her teeth and then in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper, she said, “I want to get fucked by black people.”
“There now. That wasn’t so hard was it.”
Rachel was shaking. She was almost sobbing as she shook her head.
“Feel better now,” Martha asked.
Rachel shook her head.
Martha just laughed. “Don’t you worry your pretty, little head over it,” she said. “You’ll feel better real soon. I guarantee it.”
And then it was Noreen’s turn. “I don’t have to have you look in my eyes,” she said. “I already know what your rule is.”
“You already know?”
“Sure. You were the easiest one of all. I’ve always known what your rule was.”
“What is it?”
“You desperately want to lick a girl’s pussy, don’t you, but you just can’t let yourself do it, can you?”
Noreen shook her head. The blond was right. She wanted to do it but she knew she couldn’t. It just wasn’t right.
Martha laughed. “Poor little Noreen. So hung up on what’s right and what’s wrong that she’s not able to even take care of her own needs.”
Noreen gasped. How had the blond managed to read her that well and if the blond knew what she wanted, was it possible that others knew, too. Noreen was scared and yet at the same time, she was excited, too. Was it possible that any of her other cheerleaders might possibly know of her secret desires?
“So there you have it. Three little lost souls and all they need to make things right for them, all they need to get what they really want is the guts to break a few rules.”
The three girls looked at the blond and the blond looked back at them as if each was waiting for something to happen.
it was a shortcut, one that Dickie Tremblay felt comfortable taking. Out past the bleachers and then all you had to do was hop the chain link fence. Follow it all the way down to the end and there was a hole in hedge. Slip through the hole and you were out on Williams Street and from there, he was only four blocks from home but going out the front way made his walk nearly a whole mile longer. This way got him home to play his video games quicker and besides, he didn’t have to get hassled by the popular kids in front of the school. It was easy only this time, there were people there and Dickie groaned to himself, oh great, three of them were cheerleaders, including Natalie, who he thought was by far and away the cutest cheerleader ever. There’d been too many times when he’d been jerking off at home thinking of what Natalie might look like naked.
“Looks like you’re up,” Martha said.
“Who him,” Natalie said. “You got to be kidding. You want me to fuck Dickie Trembles?”
“Of course not,” Martha said. “Not if you don’t want to, but I thought you wanted to break the rules, but maybe I was wrong.”
“Oh come on. You got to be kidding. I mean look at him. He’s the shortest boy in our class. Hell, he’s shorter than most girls.”
Martha just smiled. “it’s up to you. Really, it is.”
Dickie was trying to figure out how to get past them without being noticed but that wasn’t likely and besides, there was a part of him that was tired of running away.
Natalie looked at the boy and sighed. Fine, she thought. She’d show this bitch and the other two that she could be a rule breaker and if all it took was getting Dickie Trembles to stick his little cock inside her, well hell, at least it wasn’t all that bad. She just hoped the boy knew what to do with it although she rather doubted it. Probably would end up cumming all over himself before he even got it out of his pants. That made Natalie smile. Yeah, she could do this just fine.
“Hey,” she called out. “Hey, Dickie. Come here.”
The boy sighed. He’d been thinking of making a break for it but now that he’d be seen, he couldn’t much do that. If he did, the cheerleaders would tell all their friends that he’d run away and soon everyone would be calling him chicken so he couldn’t do that so the boy shuffled towards the girls, trying to think about how best to get out of this.
God damn, Natalie thought. The boy couldn’t even pick up his fucking feet. She wasn’t going to bite. Hell, she didn’t even want to be seen with him. She just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
Natalie was just a few feet away and still the boy hadn’t come up with an acceptable course of action. “Yeah,” he said.
Natalie couldn’t believe she was saying this. “You got a cock in there,” she said. “Let me see if you got a cock in your pants.”
Dickie panicked just a little. “What? What are you talking about?”
Was the boy deaf, too. “I want to see your cock. Come on, take it out of your jeans.”
It had to be a trick, Dickie thought. She just wanted to make him show her his cock so she could make fun of him, but if he didn’t, then her friends would all say how Dickie was too chicken to show her his cock but if he did, he knew what was going to happen. Either way, he was going to get made fun of.
Dickie Tremblay wasn’t sure why he did it. He just did. He unzipped his pants and he opened his belt. He pushed his pants down past his hips and then he pushed his underwear down, too. “Here it is,” he said.
Natalie and her two cohorts all stared. They couldn’t believe it but Dickie Tremblay was huge. Natalie could feel herself getting wet. From her way of looking at it, if getting Dickie Trembles to fuck her was how she was going to prove she was a rule breaker, then she was definitely coming out with the better part of this deal.
“Come here,” Natalie ordered and the boy advanced on her. Her hand reached out and then it wrapped itself around the boy’s cock. God, it was so fucking warm.
“Remember, let him fuck you,” Martha said.
“But—”
“I know. You like to take charge, but are you willing to break the rules. Are you willing to let someone else be in charge for once in your life?”
The girl gave the boy’s cock a squeeze. It was against her nature to let anyone tell her what to do but if she was going to start, letting this boy, as long as he knew how to use his cock, letting this boy do it might not be such a bad idea.
The only problem was the boy wasn’t doing anything. Natalie looked at the blond as if to say see, this is what you get when other people make the decisions.
Martha laughed. I think he might feel a bit intimidated. After all, you’re fully clothed and he’s not.
“I can take care of that.”
Almost as quickly as Natalie said it, the blond stopped her. “Why don’t you let him tell you what he wants.”
Natalie looked at the boy and suddenly, Dickie realized everyone was looking at him. “What I want,” he squawked. “What do you mean what I want?”
Natalie sighed in exasperation as if to say, see, this is why I don’t let other people make decisions.
Martha held up a hand. “I think it’s obvious that Natalie wants your cock,” she told the boy. “What we need to know is what do you want to make her do to get it.”
It was as if a light suddenly came on for the boy. “What do I want? What do I want? What I want is for her to stop calling me names. What I want is for her to stop making fun of me behind my back. What I want,” the boy leered at the cheerleader, “you know what I want, I want her to take off that tight, little sweater she likes to wear and I want to see her show me her tits. I want to see her play with her tits and then I want to see her beg me to stick my cock between her tits because I think she’s got the best tits ever.”
Natalie and the others all stared at the boy. None of them had really expected him to say anything like that.
Martha laughed. “You heard him. Take that sweater off.”
The little twerp, Natalie was thinking. Still, her hand gave his cock another stroke. He might be a little twerp but there was one part of him that wasn’t little. She gave his cock another stroke and then she was pulling off her sweater. Off came her bra and then she was kneeling in front of the boy. She mashed his cock between her tits. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck my tits with that big, fat cock of yours.”
Dickie was amazed. Even now, with the cheerleader kneeling there in front of him, he figured there had to be a catch somehow but if there was, he just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“I want you to fuck me,” the girl said. “Come on, do it. Fuck me.”
“What? You mean right here? Right now?”
“Yes, I mean right here.”
There had to be a catch, the boy thought, but the girl was practically begging for it. There had to be a catch but if he got to get his cock inside Nat’s pussy, then who cared what the catch was, but he still didn’t believe it. “Let’s see your pussy,” the boy said.
Dickie fully expected the girl to have some excuse why that couldn’t happen but she simply said, “Okay,” and then off came her skirt and off came her panties. These ended up on top of her clothes and then Natalie went further. Off came her shoes. Off came her socks and now the girl was completely naked. She moved in close to Dickie and once again, her hand took hold of his cock. “Is this what you wanted,” she purred even as her hand stroked his cock. “Is this what you wanted.”
Dickie moaned. He didn’t care if it was a trick. He’d gotten to see Natalie completely naked and she looked even better than he’d thought she would. Even if they didn’t go one step further, he could spend hours jacking off to what he was seeing right now.
“Is this what you wanted,” the girl asked again.
“Aw shit,” the boy groaned. Aw shit, if he didn’t watch it, the girl would make him cum in her hand and that would be the waste of a good opportunity and besides, he could see it now. This was probably some kind of stupid dare or something. There were two other cheerleaders and the new girl who was pretty enough to be a cheerleader. Yeah, some kind of stupid dare. Seduce the geek but make him cum before he could get his cock inside her. They’d have a big laugh over him because he’d cum too quickly. Ha, ha.
Well, he wasn’t going to play their stupid game. He pulled his cock away from the girl before she could make him cum. “You want me to fuck you,” he said, “I want you to lie down in the dirt right here and beg me to fuck you.”
He really hadn’t expected her to do it but Natalie did just what he’d asked her to do. She was lying in the dirt with her legs spread. One hand played with her tits while the other played with her cunt. “Come on,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
There had to be a trick the boy thought even as he pulled off the rest of his clothes but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what the trick was and then he was there, kneeling between Natalie’s legs.
Her hand left her pussy and took hold of his cock and then she was leading him in. He was right there and her pussy was wet. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He was right there and even as close as he was, he thought the girl was going to pull back at the last minute but she didn’t. The head of his cock touched her lips and then he was pushing against her and then he was pushing his way inside.
The girl moaned as her pussy took that cock. “Oh God, yeah,” the girl groaned. “God yeah, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock of yours.”
For his part, the Dickie Tremblay didn’t say much of anything. He just kept fucking Natalie just as hard as ever.
“Shi-i-i-i-it, would you look at that.”
Natalie and Dickie were too far gone to pay attention to the owner of the new voice but it took Rachel and the others a few seconds to find the owner of the new voice which turned out to be none other than Reggie Wilson, the football team’s star linebacker.
“What’s that, baby,” said a second new voice which turned out to belong to Cheryl Jackson, Reggie’s on again, off again girlfriend. This week, it seemed, they were on again.
The young black couple was peering over the back row of the bleachers at the antics below. “If I didn’t know better,” Reggie was saying, “I’d say Nat was likin’ what that dude was doing to her.”
“She sure enough seems to like it,” his girlfriend agreed.
Martha looked at Rachel. “Looks like it’s your turn.”
“What with them,” the cheerleader hissed. “No way. Nuh uh. No way.”
But if Martha was listening, she didn’t give any indication of it. “Hey you two, why don’t you come down here. I think Rachel has something she wants to show you.”
Rachel was shaking her head but already the two young people were coming down off of the bleachers. “So Rache here has something she wants to show us,” Reggie said. “This should be interesting. Let’s see it, honey. What do you got to show us.”
Rachel just stood there. She could see Nat getting fucked by Dickie Trembles of all people. She’d done what she’d said she was going to do so if she was going to keep up, she knew what she had to do but it was so hard.
“Come on,” Martha was saying, “show the nice people your tits,” and even without realizing she was doing it, Rachel lifted up her top so Reggie and Cheryl could see her tits.
“Now tell them what you want them to do,” Martha was saying.
The words seemed to come from her without her even thinking about them. “I want to get fucked by black people.”
Rachel wanted to cover her mouth but instead, she just stood there, holding up her top and showing off her tits.
“You do, huh?”
“Now don’t you go gettin’ no ideas, Reggie.”
“Hey, she’s the one who said it.”
“And the little white bitch probably has some scheme she’s working on. I never did trust her little, white ass. Always seemed a little too racist to me.”
“I want to get fucked by black people and I’d love to eat your pussy.”
Cheryl refocused her attention on Rachel. “What did you just say?”
Rachel was thinking pretty much the same thing. What did she just say.
“I want to eat your pussy,” she said.
“Girl, you ought not go jokin’ around about things like that because you never know when someone might take you up on that offer.”
“I want to eat your pussy.”
“I mean it, girl. You better watch what you say or else someone might think you were serious.”
It was weird but Rachel had never wanted to have anything to do with black people before. She wasn’t sure she even liked Kim and she was a member of her cheerleading team but suddenly she found herself consumed with lust.
“I think you know what to say,” she heard Martha prompt her.
“I want to get fucked by black people.”
“That sounds good enough to me,” Reggie said.
Cheryl still wasn’t all that convinced. “Come here,” she told the girl.
Rachel stepped closer to the other girl even though she wasn’t sure why. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her behind the neck and that hand was pulling her forward. Her lips closed on the mouth of the black woman and then her lips found the other woman’s mouth. For a moment, she struggled, but then she stopped struggling and she let herself be kissed and even as she did, she kissed the other woman back.
Cheryl broke the kiss first. “You’ll do,” she said and even as she said it, Rachel felt the black man coming up behind her. He had his hands on her ass and then he was sliding them up under her skirt.
“Hell yeah,” the man said even as the girl felt his hands squeeze her bottom, “you’ll do just fine.”
Noreen had been watching her two friends, one getting fucked and the other one about to and she knew she wished it were her that was getting that kind of treatment but then a hand grabbed her and turned her around.
It was Martha. “It’s your turn,” the blond said and she pointed at the ground. “Kneel!”
“Kneel. What do you mean, kneel?”
“I meant what I said,” the blond said. “Kneel.”
Noreen found herself dropping to her knees and then she watched the blond pull up her little, red dress. Why wasn’t she not surprised to find that the blond wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Put your head back,” the blond said.
Again, Noreen did what she was told as she tilted her head back.
The blond grabbed her hair and then she mounted her face. “That’s it,” she told the girl. “Eat my pussy. Eat my pussy and make me cum.”
Noreen could hear Rachel moan as her little, white pussy took a big, black cock for the very first time and somewhere off to the side, Natalie was moaning uncontrollably as her pussy continued to take Dickie’s dick. Why couldn’t she have been like them, she wondered. Why couldn’t she have had a cock in her pussy?
But she already knew the answer. She seemed to always be horny for cock but she’d never been all that interested in eating pussy so if she needed to prove herself, it was going to have to be here between the blond’s legs.
Noreen’s tongue made a tentative swipe at the pussy on her face but her heart just wasn’t in it. She tried again. She really wished there was a way she could prove herself by taking a cock instead.
“Oh, honey,” the blond said. “That’s not nearly good enough.”
Noreen took another dismissive swipe at the blond’s pussy. She just couldn’t do this, she thought, but even as she did, she felt something weird. It was like her tongue was suddenly swelling at its base, swelling so much that she could no longer keep it in her mouth and yet, even as the base of her tongue was swelling, the end of it seemed to be shrinking.
It was getting smaller and thinner. It almost felt as if it were … as if it were forked.
How could a tongue be forked, she told herself. How could her tongue be forked, but that’s what it felt like. It felt active and it felt forked. It felt forked like a snake’s tongue. She couldn’t help but let her snake’s tongue flicker out of her mouth and when that tongue touched that pussy, she couldn’t help but like that, too.
But how could her tongue be forked.
Noreen didn’t care. She just let that tongue flicker against that pussy. She had no qualms about it now. She liked what her tongue was doing. She only wished there were some girl who could come and do it to her.
Where had that thought come from and yet as soon as she thought it, it was as if she felt some girl’s tongue between her legs only it wasn’t some girl. It was a girl like her with a forked tongue. It was a girl who was licking her just like she was licking that little, blond pussy. Every touch, every caress, every stroke of her tongue seemed to be almost instantaneously replicated between her legs.
She wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as she’d been before she’d started licking Martha’s pussy, not with what each kiss did to her. Her tongue licked that pussy and even as it did, she felt the same action between her legs.
Noreen groaned again. It no longer concerned her how it had happened. She’d come to accept it. She had a snake’s forked tongue, a tongue that seemed to love pussy. The girl moaned again even as she flicked her tongue over the blond’s hot, little pussy and even as her tongue did its work, she felt the same thing between her legs.
Why couldn’t she keep her hands off this black woman, Rachel wondered. Every time, she tried to move away, it seemed like she kept coming right back to her all over again. Right now, Cheryl was down on the ground with Rachel’s body straddling hers. Rachel could feel her tits pressing up against the breasts of the girl even as her mouth kept finding the other girl’s lips and no matter how hard she tried to get away, her mouth kept coming right back to Cheryl’s and once again, the two of them were kissing and all the while, there was Reggie, jamming his cock in between her legs.
Rachel gasped as she once again tried to pull her mouth away from Cheryl’s but once again, the reprieve was only momentary and all the while, there was Reggie’s cock between her legs. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me.”
Off to Noreen’s left was Rache getting fucked and off to her right was Dickie Trembles putting the finishing touches on Nat’s willing pussy which left only Noreen left to be satisfied but the girl knew she was going to get it. Her forked tongue worked its way insistently between Martha’s legs. There wasn’t any thought of pulling back. Not anymore. She needed to make the blond cum.
Martha was moaning and then she moaned again. “Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s it. That’s—” Her body seemed to freeze for a moment and then she let her breath out in one long, low exhale. “Fuck,” she screamed. “That’s it. That’s i-i-i-i-it-t-t-t-t.”
Noreen knew just what the blond meant because even as her own little forked tongue made the blond cum, so too did the imaginary tongue between her legs and in that instant, Noreen knew that she like the others was one of the worthy ones, that any of them would make a better cheerleading captain than the hapless Chrissy. In that instant, Noreen knew she was worthy.
THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTY
Satan’s Revenge 31
The dream was very vivid.
Chrissy was walking somewhere. She wasn’t sure where but wherever it was. It was foggy and the air was cold and clammy against her skin.
There was a light up ahead and some heat, too. The fog must be lifting, Chrissy told herself. She started walking towards the light.
She walked on. The fog was lifting or at least it was getting lighter and it was definitely getting hotter and for the first time, Chrissy realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. No wonder the cold had bothered her and no matter that the heat felt so good.
There was a clearing. The clearing was oddly familiar but Chrissy knew this was where the heat was coming from and Chrissy knew the heat was good.
There was a pentagram drawn into the grass but it wasn’t just drawn. It was pulsing and it was red and it was hot and Chrissy knew instinctively that if she touched it, it would burn her so she didn’t touch it but she knew she needed the heat so she drew even closer.
“This is where it all started.”
Chrissy hadn’t seen anyone else in the clearing but suddenly, someone was there, someone blond, someone familiar. “Martha,” she said.
The blond smiled. “This is where it all started. This is where you sacrificed your sister to me.”
Chrissy didn’t have a sister. Wait a minute. That didn’t seem right, but how could that not be right. How could she not know she had a sister.
The blond just smiled.
How could no one know. How could no one remember she’d had a sister.
“So you remember.”
It all made sense now. The spare bedroom in the house. It wasn’t a guest room. It was her sister’s room but how could she have forgotten her sister.
The blond smiled. “It’s one of my gifts, making people forget.”
Chrissy looked at the blond. “You did that?”
“No, you did. If you had not brought her here to be sacrificed,” the girl said, “then she would not belong to me, and if she did not belong to me, there would be no reason to make anyone forget.”
“You’re the devil.”
“That is one of my names,” the blond said.
“But what do you want?”
“I want to make you suffer.”
“But why-y-y-y-y-y-y?”
“Why? For many reasons too numerous to mention but let’s just say I’m paying back an old debt and leave it at that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t,” the girl said, “and I don’t much care if you do understand. I’ve got something for you to do.”
“Anything. I’ll do whatever you want,” Chrissy said.
The devil smiled. “I don’t think you understand. I want you to destroy yourself.”
“But—”
That was as far as Chrissy got because suddenly she found herself incapable of speaking. “Don’t interrupt, my dear. I’m speaking now. I want you to destroy yourself and I’m going to give you the tools to do it.
“Already, your little band of sluts has been seen for what they really are. You have lost credibility and integrity and the school board will meet this evening and at the insistence of the PTA, they will disband your little group of misfits, and tomorrow, all twelve of you will be expelled from school.”
Chrissy tried to say something but the words just would not come.
“I know what you’re going to say,” the blond said, “that you control the school board and the PTA and the school administration but I think you’re going to find that your control isn’t quite as strong as you thought it was.”
Again, Chrissy tried to say something. Again, words failed her.
“But if that was all I wanted, I could have done that already. What I really wanted was you.”
“Me,” Chrissy squawked as the power to speak finally returned to her.
The blond smiled. “Yes. What I really came for was you.” The blond advanced on the cheerleading captain. “But I’m all for letting people make their own choices. Would you like to have a choice?”
Chrissy nodded.
“You’ve got a cute body there. I’ll bet the boys must just love it, don’t they?”
Chrissy nodded. She knew the boys loved her body and she knew she loved it when the boys stopped and stared.
“And I’ll bet the girls must love it, too. I’ll bet the girls must all want to be like you.”
Probably, Chrissy thought and that thought made her feel even better. The blond was right. Everyone liked her. Everyone wanted to be like her.
The blond put her hand on Chrissy’s stomach. “Too bad about what’s going to happen though.”
“What’s going to happen,” Chrissy asked worriedly.
The blond laughed. “Oh don’t worry. It’s not going to happen right now. Not yet, but sometime. You’re going to get pregnant and when you do, you’re going to get really big.” The blond’s hand squeezed itself over Chrissy’s stomach. “Mmm yeah, big stomach, big milk-filled tits. Oh yeah, big.”
Chrissy was scared. “No.”
The blond smiled. “Oh don’t worry, honey. I’m not going to make you pregnant.”
Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.
“No, that’s where the choice comes in. You’re going to do it to yourself or not. The choice is up to you.”
“What!”
The blond squeezed her hand over Chrissy’s stomach. “Oh yeah, you are so fertile now. I can feel it. Fuck just about anyone and they’d be likely to make you pregnant. Fuck more than one and the odds go up and the more you fuck, the more certain you are that it’s going to happen.”
“You can’t do that to me,” Chrissy retorted.
The blond smiled. “You should know better than telling me what I can and cannot do. What I’m telling you is the truth. If you get pregnant, you’re going to get big and fat.”
“Well then, that’s not going to happen because I’m not going to let it happen.”
“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
Martha was standing very close to Chrissy. Suddenly, Chrissy noticed that the other girl wasn’t wearing any clothes. She was wondering why she hadn’t noticed that before.
The blond pressed her body up against Chrissy’s and Chrissy could feel the blond’s tits as they stroked her and where they touched her, it was if her body was suddenly infused with a new kind of heat.
The blond’s lips were practically pressed right up against Chrissy’s. “All you have to do is resist,” those lips said.
Chrissy moaned as she felt the blond squeeze a hand over her stomach and once again, she felt it, the feel of warmth as it seemed to radiate into her body and even as that was happening, the blond was squeezing her hand over the cheerleader’s cheeks and once again, Chrissy felt the heat.
The hand stroked her butt and Chrissy found herself getting even hotter.
“Can you feel it,” the blond whispered even as the hand on Chrissy’s stomach slipped lower. “Can you feel yourself getting hotter?”
Chrissy moaned as she felt that hand slide between her legs and then she felt it, the heat that seemed to radiate from that hand even as it caressed and stroked her pussy. She could feel it. Her pussy was getting hotter. Chrissy whimpered. “You can’t do this to me.”
The blond laughed in Chrissy’s ear. “All you have to do is resist,” she said and yet even as she said it, Chrissy could feel the heat radiating throughout her body. It was like the heat was enveloping her, consuming her, using her up.
“All you have to do is resist,” the blond said just before she kissed Chrissy and when she did, she sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout Chrissy’s body.
Chrissy sat bolt upright in bed. It was a dream, she told herself. It was all just a dream, only, why was she drenched in sweat and why was she so horny.
A shower, she told herself. A shower was what she needed. Something to wash away the cobwebs from that dream, only…
Only it had all seemed so real. Chrissy had trouble getting it out of her mind. It had all seemed so real.
Chrissy climbed into the shower and she let the water flow over her. It was relaxing. Shampoo the hair and rinse. Apply the conditioner. These were things she did every day. These were normal things as was the hand that played between her legs. That was normal too, only that day, that day it felt somehow wetter and somehow hotter.
Chrissy suddenly yanked her hand back as if her hand had suddenly become an agent of the devil. Funny, she thought, that she should choose those words to describe her hand.
Chrissy hopped out of the shower and she dried her hair. She finished getting herself ready and then she was on her way.
“Chrissy,” her mom called. “You’re going to be late for breakfast.”
“I’m coming, mom,” the girl said and indeed she was but then she stopped outside the guest room and she looked inside. It still looked like a guest room to her. She shrugged. How silly, she thought. She didn’t have a sister.
Chrissy showed up in the kitchen moments later. “Hi, mom,” she said.
“Don’t you hi mom me. You’ve got to get a move on or you’ll be late for school.”
“I know, mom.”
“And don’t forget about breakfast.”
“No time, mom,” Chrissy said as she dashed for the door. “I’m going to be late for school.”
“Chrissy!”
The girl never heard her mom. She was already out the door and headed for her car.
Chrissy threw her book bag into the car and then she hopped in after it. She turned the key in the ignition and she pulled away from the curb.
It was a short drive to Natalie’s house but Chrissy expected Natalie to be ready. It was important that they showed up together, but when Chrissy got to Natalie’s house, there was no Natalie. She honked on her horn. Still no Natalie. She debated what to do. Finally, she got out of the car and walked to Natalie’s door. This was highly irregular, she thought. She shouldn’t have to do this.
Natalie’s brother answered Chrissy’s knock. “She’s not here,” the boy told the girl.
“What? Where’d she go?”
“I don’t know,” the boy said. “I guess she went on without you.” The boy was hardly disappointed in seeing that his sister had left the head cheerleader in the lurch. It was about time someone did that, he had told himself.
For her part, Chrissy Wilde was feeling somewhat disoriented but it wasn’t because of what her friend had done. She’d have to have a chat with Natalie but she figured there had to be a good reason for Natalie to have done what she’d done but what really had her attention was Natalie’s brother. The boy was only a Freshman and even though Chrissy knew it wasn’t right for someone in her station to be consorting with a lowly Freshman, the boy did look kind of cute. Funny, she thought, how she’d never noticed it before, but she wouldn’t mind having his cock inside her.
But the boy shut the door before Chrissy could pursue it further and soon, Chrissy found herself back in her car and on her way to school with all thoughts of Natalie’s brother soon forgotten.
There was something different about school, Chrissy thought, something different, something that wasn’t the way it should be. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was just something, something that didn’t feel right.
Classes would start in about ten minutes. Plenty of time, Chrissy thought, for her to mingle. Plenty of time for her to find out what was right and what was wrong, and then she saw her, the new girl, standing there talking with Natalie and Rachel and Noreen. She was about to approach when the new girl turned and she looked right at Chrissy and her eyes suddenly blazed red and then they were blue again.
Chrissy almost fell over. It was as if her pussy had suddenly gone into overdrive. She needed to fuck. She needed it bad.
The dream, she realized. The dream. It hadn’t been a dream after all. The dream was real. Chrissy moaned again. Her pussy needed to be fucked. There were so many boys around and she needed to be fucked so bad.
All you have to do is resist. Those words came to her from her dream. All you have to do is resist.
But how could she resist. Look at these cocks all around her. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.
All you have to do is resist.
Oh, but God, there were all those yummy, juicy cocks around that just needed to get in her pussy.
No wait. She couldn’t do that. If she got fucked now, she was going to get pregnant. She was going to get big and fat and pregnant. She couldn’t do that.
Oh, but God, all those cocks. All those cocks. All those cocks around her. All those cocks were so good. Oh God, she needed to be fucked by all those wonderful cocks.
All you have to do is resist.
Chrissy moaned. But how was she going to do that. How was she going to resist all those wonderful cocks all around her, and besides, that really couldn’t happen could it. A guy just couldn’t make her pregnant just from fucking her. It wasn’t automatic, was it. There was some element of chance.
All you have to do is resist.
Chrissy didn’t want to resist. If she ripped off her clothes right then and there, could she get some guy to fuck her? Probably. She knew she was hot. She knew there were plenty of guys out there who wanted to stick their dicks inside her. Oh yeah. Getting a dick inside her. Now that would be so fucking good.
Chrissy didn’t want to resist. Besides, the devil really couldn’t do what she’d said she could do and even if she could, she couldn’t do that to her.
Chrissy didn’t want to resist. Already, she was toying with the idea of which item of clothing to take off first. Which item was guaranteed to make the most guys hot and which item would make the most girls jealous. It was her top, she decided. Guys liked tits. Guys liked ogling her in her skimpy little outfits but when she was one on one with them, it was always her tits they looked at instead of her eyes. It had to be the top.
She’d already started to pull her top out of her jeans when the warning bell rang. The bell snapped her out of the thoughts she’d been having. What the hell was she thinking of, she wondered even as she tucked her shirt back in her pants. Nice try by the devil, she thought, but she wouldn’t take her shirt in front of these guys. Not here. Not ever.
But Chrissy was still horny. She could feel it as she went to her locker. There were guys all around her, guys with big cocks, guys watching her, guys wanting to fuck her. And she wanted to let them do it.
She pulled her book out of the locker and slammed the locker shut. Stop it, she told herself.
Her first class was Ethics with Mr. Emory. Mr. Emory was like sixty years old or something and there was no way Chrissy could find him attractive but she couldn’t help herself. She kept wondering what he would look like with his clothes off. His body was probably old and wrinkly but she wondered if his cock was. She wondered what people would say if she fucked Mr. Emory. He was the Ethics teacher for crissakes. She giggled to herself. It would be cool to fuck the Ethics teacher.
“Ms. Wilde,” the teacher said. “Your attention please.”
Chrissy’s attention snapped back to what she was supposed to be doing. “Sorry,” she mumbled but almost as soon as he turned his attention away from her, Chrissy went back to thinking about Mr. Emory’s cock.
Chrissy emerged from Mr. Emory’s class even hotter than she’d been when she’d went in. Her panties were soaked and more than anything, she wanted to go to the bathroom and get her pussy off. As hot as she was, she knew it would hardly take any time at all.
But it would take time and that was the problem. There really was no time at all between classes so Chrissy and her horny pussy headed off to her next class.
This one was Spanish with Ms. Devlin. At least Ms. Devlin was a woman, Chrissy wouldn’t have to worry about what it felt like to have her between her legs.
No, it wasn’t Ms. Devlin that was the problem. It was all the boys in the class. All the boys with their cocks. She wondered if any of them were hard. That was gross, she told herself, because if they were hard, it was because they were looking at Ms. Devlin when they should be looking at her but if they were hard, she could give them something to look at.
Stop that, she told herself. Stop that.
God, she wished she hadn’t been wearing jeans. A skirt would have been a whole lot better. A skirt would have let her play with herself in class. The girl moaned to herself. She should have been wearing a skirt.
She was the first one out of Ms. Devlin’s class. She usually wasn’t the first one out. Being a cheerleader was as much about being seen as it was about wearing the uniform and shaking your pom poms every now and then and Chrissy was all about being seen but that day, there was something else even more imperative.
Chrissy found her way to the nearest bathroom and then moments later, she was locked in a stall. Off came her jeans and then off came her sodden panties and then she was sliding her hand between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her clit and she couldn’t help but moan.
There was someone else in the bathroom with her. There was only one someone but someone else was there.
“All you have to do is resist.”
She recognized that voice. It was Martha’s voice but Chrissy had little time for the little blond bitch. She had a pussy to take care of. She pushed her fingers into her cunt. Oh geez, that felt good. That felt so fucking good.
She pushed a hand up under her top and she grabbed one of her tits even as she continued to work the hand between her legs and she let out another moan. Oh God, that was good. She was almost there. Almost there.
Her hand squeezed her tit and she let out yet another whimpering moan. So close. She could feel it. She was so fucking close.
She was right there. “Oh yeah,” she moaned softly. “Oh yeah,” and then she moaned even louder. “Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah. Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”
Chrissy could feel it happening. This was fucking it. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah.”
After that, she pretty much stopped saying anything at all because there was nothing left to say. Her pussy was cumming and that was all that needed to be said.
She picked up her panties and she slipped them on. These were already so fuckin’ wet. She really needed a new pair but she didn’t have one so she was going to have to make do with what she had. She pulled her jeans up and she stepped out of the stall.
There were five girls standing there looking at her when she exited the stall and none of them was Martha. “What the fuck are you guys looking at,” Chrissy snapped and the girls quickly scattered. Chrissy nodded to herself. It was good to have that kind of power.
Third period found her in Math class but she found herself completely unable to concentrate on what Mr. Hoyle was saying. Something about trigonometry or something like that but Chrissy was finding it impossible to concentrate. What she was thinking about was Jimmy Paulson who was sitting right in front of her. He wasn’t all that cute, but he had a cock and that made him cute enough. God, she needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad.
All you have to do is resist.
Mrs. McDonnell’s English Lit class wasn’t much better. Chrissy couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. It wasn’t that she wanted to but her pussy was just so insistent and so demanding. She tried not to fidget.
“Chrissy, will you stop that!”
Chrissy looked up. “Sorry.”
“Stop fidgeting in your seat.”
“Sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I have to—”
Mrs. McDonnell looked sternly at Chrissy and Chrissy just seemed to whither in front of the room. Something was wrong. There’d been a time not that long ago when the teachers had been running scared of the cheerleaders. There was a time when a cheerleader said something, a teacher thought twice about correcting her but somehow, those times had slipped away.
“Nothing,” Chrissy said.
“Well then, stop fidgeting.”
“Yes, Mrs. McDonnell.”
That was what Chrissy said but it wasn’t exactly what she was thinking. What she was thinking about was getting a cock, any cock. A cock, she was thinking. A cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock. A cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock. Oh God, I need a cock in my pussy. A cock. A cock.
Stop it, the girl told herself. Stop it.
A cock, the girl was thinking. A cock. I need a cock. I need a cock in my pussy. I need to get fucked. I need it so bad.
All you have to do is resist.
Oh, but God, she needed a cock. She needed a cock. She needed a cock so bad. It was all she could think about. She tried squeezing her legs together. Oh my God, she moaned to herself. A cock. A cock. She needed a cock. She needed a cock.
Chrissy looked at the clock behind Mrs. McDonnell. She knew her teacher was mad but couldn’t she see it. She just couldn’t help herself. She needed a cock. She needed it bad.
Seven more minutes until lunch time, she told herself. Seven more minutes until she could go frig herself off in the bathroom. Seven more minutes. That was all.
Oh but geez, those seven minutes seemed to go so slow. She watched the second hand. She wasn’t even paying attention to what her teacher was saying. She needed to get herself off.
Mrs. McDonnell was saying something about a homework assignment but Chrissy was too keyed up to write it down. She’d call someone later to find out what it was. Heck, whoever she’d called would be honored to get a call from Chrissy, or at least they should be.
The bell rang and Chrissy was pulling her book bag onto her shoulder. She practically raced for the door. She had to get out of there.
She didn’t even bother going to her locker first. She went right to the bathroom and soon she had her jeans and her panties down and her hand was rubbing itself between her legs. Chrissy moaned with pleasure as her fingers finally started to work their magic. Oh yeah, that was good. That was what she needed. Sanity slowly came back to her. Yeah, that was better. That was much, much better.
She was still horny as all hell when she left the bathroom but it was under control. She really wanted to get some lunch in the cafeteria but there would be boys there and she couldn’t trust herself or her pussy or what it would do if it came near boys. She decided to forego lunch.
All you have to do is resist.
She went for a walk around the track. That was a way to burn off energy and there were no kids on the track which meant there were no boys which meant for the time being at least, she was safe.
All you have to do is resist.
She heard the warning bell ring for the next period. She wished she could stay where she was. Here, at least, she felt safe. Her cock-lust had diminished somewhat but Chrissy knew it was only a momentary reprieve and besides, what with the start of the next period, there would be phys ed classes, and phys ed classes meant boys in shorts. Phys Ed classes meant boys in jock straps and suddenly, Chrissy got the image of this long row of boys, all wearing nothing but a jock strap and all waiting for her to come and peel their jock straps back, all of them waiting for her to come suck on their cocks. It was an image that sent Chrissy fleeing from the track. She had to get off the track before that happened.
All you have to do is resist.
Chrissy found herself heading back towards the locker bay but for the life of her, she just couldn’t remember what class she had for fifth period. It was … It was … damn, why couldn’t she remember? What was it?
And where was she going. This wasn’t the way to her locker. Where was she going and then she realized it. Coming up in front of her was the entrance to the boy’s locker room. No, she told herself. No. No. No. Absolutely not.
All you have to do is resist.
She found herself standing at the entrance to the locker room. The fifth period bell had already rung. That meant there were boys in there. That meant there were naked boys.
No, she told herself. No.
Chrissy took a step towards the entrance and then another.
No, she told herself. No.
All you have to do is resist.
There was another voice inside her head but it was so weak and insignificant that it was barely recognizable as her own. “You can’t do this to me,” the voice whimpered. “You can’t do this to me.”
Chrissy took another step towards the locker room door.
No, she tried to tell herself. No.
But Chrissy was already stepping towards the door. There were naked boys inside and that meant that was where Chrissy wanted to be. She didn’t know if the boys were going to get her pregnant but Chrissy didn’t care. As long as they stuck their cocks in her, that was all that mattered.
Chrissy stopped. The locker room was empty. She was so hot but where were all the boys.
She was about to beat a hasty retreat when she heard a locker door slam shut. She turned to look in the direction of the noise and what she saw were three of the geekiest looking boys in the entire school.
She stared at them and they stared at her. “Where are all the guys,” she asked.
The boys looked at her and then one of them pointed at another door. “In there,” he said. “In the gym.”
Chrissy stood rooted where she was. She was looking at the guys but more importantly, she was looking at a spot just below their waists. “Are you, um, are you wearing jock straps?”
All three boys nodded.
Chrissy couldn’t believe she was doing this but … “Can I, um, can I see them?”
The three boys still stared at her but then the one in the middle nodded but before he could lower his shorts, one of his buddies stopped him. “Dude,” the boy hissed, “what are you doing. She’s a fucking cheerleader.”
“Yeah,” said the other boy. “That’s Chrissy Wilde. There has to be some trick to it. She must be trying to get you in trouble.”
“You said it yourself,” the first boy said. “She’s a cheerleader,” and with that, he pushed his shorts down so Chrissy could see his jock strap.
The other two boys seemed to think this over and then moments later, they were doing the same.
Chrissy could feel herself losing control but she didn’t care. “Your t-shirts,” she said. “Can you take them off, too.”
The boys looked at one another and then all three pulled off their t-shirts. All they were wearing now was just their jock straps and their shoes and socks.
Chrissy was moving forward and then she was sitting on a bench in front of the boys. Her hands reached out to the jock strap of the boy in the middle and then she was pulling the jock strap down. She gurgled happily as the boy’s cock sprang into view. Moments later, she was repeating the move with the boy on his right and then with the one on his left.
Chrissy couldn’t help herself. She looked up at the three boys even as she wrapped a hand around the cocks on either side of her and wrapped her lips around the one in the middle. She was perfectly willing to become their little locker room slut if only these boys would give her what she wanted.
Her mouth moved back and forth between those cocks, sucking on one and then on another and then on the third before going back to the first one and starting it all over again.
“I want to see her tits,” said one of the boys on the end.
“Yeah,” said the other now apparently satisfied that Chrissy was not putting on some elaborate form of a hoax, “I want to see her tits, too.”
Chrissy knew she should stop the boys when they lifted her top but she knew if she did, she most likely wouldn’t get the cock she craved and getting fucked was everything so she let the boys remove her top and then she let them remove her bra as well. “Would you like to see my pussy, too,” she asked.
There was a part of her that still couldn’t believe she’d asked that but when the answer came back as a three-way chorus in the affirmative, whatever doubts she might have had quickly faded away and in moments, Chrissy was shedding first her jeans and then her panties. She leaned back on the bench and she fingered her pussy even as she looked up at the guys. They might be geeks but their dicks were certainly hard enough and for Chrissy, that was all that mattered. “So which of you guys is going to fuck me first,” she asked.
It seemed as if the guy in the middle still seemed to have first dibs on her body because he was the one who stepped in between her legs but Chrissy wasn’t worried. She was sure that by the time she was through with these guys, each of them would have had ample opportunities to stick his cock between her legs and she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until each and every one of them had had his go at her.
She felt so exposed as she lay there. Her legs were up and her hands were prying her knees apart. She could see him coming.
There was something wrong about this, she tried to tell herself. I mean, look at him, she told herself. He was a pimply-faced kid with unkempt red hair and were those braces on his teeth? She was a fuckin’ cheerleader for crissakes. Why the hell was she letting him do this?
The answer was obvious. Because he had a cock and from the looks of it, a rather well-developed one. She moaned as she felt the kid press the head of his cock up against her cunt. Oh God, that was good, and if she had any doubts as to why she was doing what she was doing, that cock put those doubts to rest.
All you have to do is resist.
Shut up, she told herself. She didn’t want to resist. She wanted to give in. She wanted to let these boys have her and she didn’t care what they did to her. In fact, anything they did, as long as it was done with their cocks, anything they did was just fine with her.
She felt exposed and she knew that was the way she wanted to be. She wanted to be exposed. She wanted to be exposed to that cock.
And then she couldn’t help it. She moaned as she took that cock inside her. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
The boy didn’t need any coachin’. His cock was moving just fine without her having to tell it what to do.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this but more to the point, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t done it earlier. She really, really needed to fuck and she really didn’t care what she had to do to get what she needed.
She moaned again. God, she loved that cock and she loved what that cock was doing to her.
Her hands were still holding her knees even as the boy plied his cock between her legs. She looked up at the boy. “Come on,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
The boy’s cock seemed to realize that this was not some elaborate hoax or maybe it just didn’t care. The boy was buried between Chrissy’s legs and he wasn’t about to stop until he got what he finally wanted.
Chrissy moaned as she felt the boy increase his intensity. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
She was looking up at the boy pounding away at her pussy. He didn’t look so bad to her now or maybe it was just that he didn’t look as bad as he could have, but that cock felt good. It felt really good.
What was it she’d been told in her dream? That she was fertile, very fertile, but all she had to do was resist.
But she didn’t want to resist. She was so fucking horny and what she really wanted was to feel him cum.
He was going to do it. She knew it. She could tell. He was going to cum inside her.
The boy groaned and then he grunted and before she even realized what he was doing, her pussy closed in around his embedded cock and the girl cried out in pleasure as the boy filled her with his seed.
But Chrissy hardly had time to think about that. The second boy was moving in and he wanted Chrissy to turn over. That was just fine with her just so long as it meant she was going to get fucked and that was exactly what it meant. She could feel the boy coming up behind her and then she could feel his cock between her legs.
The cheerleader groaned. It felt so good taking him inside her. He might not have been as big as his friend but what he lacked in girth, he seemed to make up for in length.
The third boy positioned his cock in front of Chrissy’s mouth. “Here you go. Suck on this.”
Chrissy sucked. She was glad to do it. It was what she wanted. It felt so good.
She could feel the boy behind her. He had his hands on her ass and his cock was moving in and out of her. In, then out. In, then out. In. Fuck that felt good.
And she knew she was going to cum and even as she knew it, she felt the boy cum inside her and once again, she was left with a second load of cum.
The third boy coaxed Chrissy up onto his lap although it really didn’t take much coaxing. Having once given into her needs, Chrissy found it impossible to keep from pursuing what she wanted and what she wanted was cock. She climbed onto the boy’s lap and reached between her legs. She positioned his cock at her womanly gate and then she mashed herself down on his cock.
The boy grabbed her ass as Chrissy bounced up and down on him. Fuck, that was good. Fuck, that was good. Chrissy was so fucking wanton. She didn’t care who fucked her just so long as she was getting fucked. That was all that mattered to her.
Instinctively, she knew they’d done it. These boys had gone and made her pregnant. She had no idea which one had done the job and in a way, it wasn’t important to her. A horny, little slut like her didn’t care about things like that. All she cared about was where her next cock was coming from and if she wasn’t mistaken, fifth period was about to come to an end. That meant there’d be a whole lot more boys in here real soon, all hot and sweaty and hopefully ready to give her even more cock which was just what she wanted.
THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Satan’s Revenge Epilogue
It hadn’t been all that long since the girl had been in high school but the time had taken its toll on her.
She’d turned twenty-one just the week before and she’d gone to a bar and she’d had her first legal drink and then just to celebrate, she’d let the guys in the bar fuck her brains out. She normally charged for that but she was feeling magnanimous.
She was back on the street again like she nearly always was and like always, she was wearing her old, faded cheerleaders uniform.
Like her, it hadn’t been worn when she’d gotten it but it was worn now. She knew it wasn’t working for her as well as it had before. She knew it made her look worn and faded but she couldn’t help herself. She felt compelled to wear it.
Her patter was always the same. She’d go up to a car and ask a guy if he wanted to hang with a cheerleader. Sometimes, the guy would say yes and sometimes, he’d say no. The girl didn’t care. If he said no, there was always someone else.
The girl needed to work the streets. She had three baby girls at home that needed their mama so the girl worked the streets. She’d keep working the streets for as long as she could.
Just as she’d done before, she’d keep working the streets after she got pregnant. Some guys even liked that, fucking the pregnant cheerleader. She’d work the streets until she couldn’t. Who knew. Maybe she was already pregnant. She had three daughters and she had no idea who the father of any of them were. She seemed to get pregnant almost any time some guy stuck his dick in her.
Another car slowed and eased up against the curb and Chrissy hustled on over. She didn’t care who was inside just so long as he had money, and besides, Chrissy needed to fuck.
THE END OF THE EPILOGUE