Feature Writer: Lisa Teez /
Published: 06.05.2007 Updated 09.12.2007
Feature Title: SATAN’S REVENGE 5 – 8 /
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 5

“Girls, girls, girls,” Chrissy said, raising her voice to be heard over the din of the assembled women gathered around her. “Girls, I don’t know if you know it, but I think with just a little bit of effort on our part, I think we could be running this school.”There were a range of responses from the young women gathered round her. Some were enthusiastic. Others were cautious. A few weren’t sure if they believed what they were hearing, and there was one girl who was looking at her with something akin to outright hostility.

It was to be expected, Chrissy thought. After all, they weren’t the administrators. They were just the students so a claim like hers was bound to be met with some skepticism.

Chrissy didn’t care. She had her own agenda and she was determined to follow it through. “A few nights ago,” she told her friends, “a few nights ago, we were pissed off because Miss Hanson was trying to run our lives and because we wanted to do something about her, but since then … and after what we saw yesterday … I don’t think Miss Hanson’s going to be telling anyone what to do.”

That last comment brought out more than a few snickers. After what Miss Hanson had been made to do, well, it was certainly true that she was now a whole lot more deferential than she had been before.

“I think we can run the school,” Chrissy said again. “Just a few days ago, I let Henry Rollins fuck the hell out of me.”

“That old guy. Ew. Why’d you do that?”

“Did you know he’s president of the school board?”

“No. So?”

“So it’s good having men like him on our side. I bet you from now on, he’s not likely to go against us, if you know what I mean.”

The girls were suddenly quiet as they sensed the import of what their captain had just told them.

“So, here’s the deal,” Chrissy told her friends. “We’re hot and we’re good looking. If we weren’t hot, we wouldn’t be cheerleaders. We like to fuck, right, so I say we find the guys out there who have the power and I say we fuck their brains out. We get enough of them on our side, we can run this school.”

“But what about our boyfriends?”

“What’s that you keep telling us about your boyfriend, Gina. You’re barely getting started and he’s already done. Well, there’s one thing I can tell you for certain, Gina. These old guys, they stick around a little longer than that.”

That was getting some nods from some of the girls around the room but others weren’t quite so certain. “But can we still fuck our boyfriends,” asked another of the girls.

Chrissy smiled. “Like anyone could stop you from fucking anything with a cock, Rache, but yeah, go ahead and fuck your boyfriends. Just make sure you save a little something for the guys who count. So what about it, girls? What do you think? Are you with me?”

There was some discussion amongst the group but a consensus was starting to build. They were going to do it.

“This is crazy,” came a lone voice. “Listen to yourselves. Do you hear what you’re saying?”

The girls all turned to face the one dissenter. It was Shari Wallace. She stood there with her hands on her hips and she glared at her friends.

“I don’t believe it,” Shari said. “Are you listening to yourselves?”

“Yeah, we’re listening to ourselves,” said Natalie, Chrissy’s second-in-command. “What about it?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What is your problem,” Natalie said. “You said you wanted Miss Hanson off your back, too.”

“Yeah, so I could fuck my boyfriend. But I don’t want to go around fucking some totally fucking old guy.”

“Listen, twerp,” said Natalie. “I think you need to get with the program.”

“Fuck you,” said Shari. “I’m not going to go around fucking some old guy just because you want me to. Letting you control my sex life is just as bad as letting Miss Hanson control it.”

“Girls, girls, girls,” said Chrissy. “Take it easy. Look, we’re all in this together or we’re not in it at all. This pretty much has to be an all or nothing, okay. But I got an idea. How about me and Natalie talk it over with Shari and we’ll see if we can’t come to some sort of an accommodation, okay?”

The other girls looked at one another and slowly they agreed. They left the room, leaving Chrissy and Natalie to talk with Shari.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” Shari said when all the girls were finally gone.

“Why you little twerp—”

“Girls, girls, girls. Come on. We don’t need to result to name calling now, do we?”

“Whatever,” Shari said, “but I’m not going to change my mind.”

“I’m not saying you have to change your mind,” Chrissy said, “but like I said before. We’re either all in this or none of us are in.”

“And if I say no, what are you going to do then?”

Chrissy smiled. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Come on,” Natalie wasted. “Let’s just force the issue. Are you going to join us or not.”

“Don’t answer that,” Chrissy said quickly. “Now, Nat, Shar here has some concerns and we’re here to listen to them, okay?”

“Whatever.”

“Come on, Nat. Let her speak.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Okay,” said Chrissy even as she brought the other girl over to a couch. “Here, sit down beside me. Now, let’s hear it. What are your concerns about this plan?”

Shari sat down and looked nervously at Natalie. “I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, if you’re not open to—”

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Chrissy said dismissively. “Nat is just being Nat. Now tell us what your concerns are. I mean, you do like sex, don’t you?”

“I LOVE sex,” Shari said.

“So we know it’s not that. I mean with our plan, you’d be able to fuck as much as you wanted to so it’s not that.”

“No, that would be great. It’s just that—”

Chrissy was stroking the girl’s hair. “It’s just what?”

“It just that it seems … it seems … it just seems so immoral.”

Chrissy laughed. “Immoral? What do you mean?”

“I mean, listen to yourselves. I mean. You’re talking about, you know, fucking guys just so they can do stuff for us.”

“Yeah, so,” countered Natalie, “but when a guy does it, he’s just being a stud, but when we do it, we’re being sluts.”

“She’s right,” Chrissy said even as she continued to stroke Shari’s hair. “It’s a double standard and you know it.”

“Yeah, but—”

“But nothing,” Natalie interjected. “We’re just talking about changing the status quo a little bit.”

“Yeah, but—Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just nibbling on your ear, silly,” Chrissy replied. “You ever had a girl nibble on your ear before?”

“No, but—”

“No, but you’ve wanted it, haven’t you and if you haven’t had a girl nibble on your ear, I’ll bet you’ve never had a girl do this before either.”

Shari moaned as Chrissy kissed her. “What are you guys doing,” she said.

Chrissy gave her friend another kiss. “I know you,” she said. “I know what you want. You want Natalie here. For once in your life, you want Nat to do what you tell her to do, don’t you?”

“I do not,” Shari objected.

“Cut the crap,” Chrissy said. “I know you. You want Natalie and you can have her. You can make her do all the things you want her to do, if—”

“If what?”

“If only you’ll give in.”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” Natalie assured the junior member of the squad.

“Look at it this way,” Chrissy said. “If you don’t do it, if you don’t get with the program, if you thought Natalie was a bitch before, just wait and see how tough she’ll be on you if you say no.”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

“This isn’t an unlimited time offer. We need an answer. Do you want to be able to tell Nat here what to do?”

“I … I guess.”

“Uh uh. There’s no guessing here. Are you going to join us? Are you going to be a nasty, little slut just like the rest of us?”

“Yeah, I gu—I mean, yeah.”

“You’re ready to be a nasty, little slut.”

“Yes.”

“You’re ready to give it up for the team, to take a dick for the team if need be?”

Shari looked at Nat. “Yes,” she said.

“You’re going to be such a NASTY, little slut.”

Shari was still looking at Nat when she replied. “Yes.”

“So now we know.”

“Know what?”

“Just what it would take to get you to sacrifice your principles. A little bit of pussy, and you’re ready to give it all up. You really are a nasty, little slut just like the rest of us.”

Shari wanted to say no but she just couldn’t bring herself to disagree.

“Well, you’ve earned your reward. It’s time you went and got it.”

Shari looked shyly at the Assistant Captain of the cheerleading squad and then she cast one last uncertain look back at Chrissy and then she turned her attention back to Natalie and then she looked back at Chrissy. “You’re sure,” she said shyly.

“Sure of what?”

“You’re sure she’s going to do whatever I tell her to do.”

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there.”

“I gue—I mean, yeah.”

Shari looked back at Natalie. “I’d um … I’d kind of like to see your tits.”

Natalie didn’t move a muscle. “Is that kind of what you want or is that really what you want.”

“Yes, I want to see your tits.”

“Then you got to tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to take off your top,” Shari said.

Natalie pulled off her top and she dropped it on the floor. She was still wearing her bra.

Shari stared at that bra. “I, um, I want to see you take that off, too. Take it off. Take off your bra.”

Natalie didn’t bat an eye. She simply reached behind her and she took off the bra and she dropped it on top of her shirt.

Shari was looking at the assistant captain with her big tits. They were almost too big, Shari thought, but they were certainly bigger than hers. “I … um, can I … can I touch them?”

“Is that what you want,” Chrissy asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you have to tell her,” Chrissy said. “That’s the way the game works. You have to know what you want and you have to be prepared to take what you want. Otherwise, no one’s going to give you anything just because you might want it.”

Shari nodded. She knew how the game worked. She looked at Natalie and she looked at her oversized tits. “Get over here,” she said. “Get over here and let me get my hands on those tits.”

“If that’s what you want,” Natalie said and then without another word, she moved in closer.

Shari couldn’t help herself. Her hands reached out and then she was grabbing those tits. “God,” she moaned. “I can’t believe it. I’ve always wondered what these tits felt like and I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Natalie didn’t say anything. She just stayed where she was as the other girl continued to fondle her tits.

And besides, it soon became clear that fondling wasn’t all that Shari had in mind because soon it wasn’t just her hands that she had on those big tits. Soon, it was her mouth and her face buried in the other girl’s chest.

Shari stayed face deep in Natalie’s tits for a good, long time before she finally pulled her face between the other girl’s massive mounds. “God,” I can’t believe it,” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how good they felt, but … but can I … you know, can I ask for something else?”

“You can ask for whatever you want,” Chrissy told the girl, “and you’re going to get whatever you want.”

“Well then, I want her to lick my pussy,” Shari said. “I’ve never had a girl do that to me before and I want Natalie to do it to me.”

Chrissy just smiled. “Don’t tell me,” she said. “Tell her.”

Shari turned and looked back at the topless girl. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

“Okay.”

“It’s as easy as that?”

“Sure.”

“Well. all right then, I want you to … no wait. I have something else I want you to do first. I want you to take off all your clothes first and then I want you to eat my pussy.”

“Okay.”

“You’re going to do it?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, let’s see it.”

Shari sat back and watched with amazement as Natalie started to unbutton her jeans. The girl stood and pushed them down over her hips leaving her there in just her panties and nothing else.

“Oh my God. She’s doing it.”

“Yep. Just watch,” Chrissy told her.

Shari had always been so distracted by Natalie’s tits but now that all her attention had been focused on just one place, she found herself staring. She’d never thought of herself as a lesbian or even of having tendencies in that direction but now, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to see the other girl’s pussy.

And then she was doing it. She was pushing her panties down and Shari stared even more. She found herself really liking Natalie’s pussy and she found herself getting wet.

“Oh my God.”

“So you got some pussy you want me to lick?”

“What? Oh yeah. Get over here and lick my pussy. Wait. I got a better idea. I want you to come over here and I want you to take my top off.”

Natalie did as she was told and soon Shari’s top was being pulled over her head.

“Now, the bra,” she said. “Take my bra off.”

Again, Natalie did as she was told and then her fingers were fondling Shari’s now well-exposed tits. “I like your tits,” she said as her fingers stroked the other girl’s nipples.

“They’re not as big as yours,” Shari said.

“I know. That’s what I like about them.”

Anger flared briefly in Shari. She wasn’t sure if the other girl meant what she was saying but maybe that was why she did what she did next. “Come here,” she said even as she pulled Natalie closer and then she was pressing her face between the other girl’s tits. “Come on,” she said. “Smother me with those things.”

Natalie slipped a hand behind Shari’s head and then she was pushing herself forward even as she pulled the other girl back onto her tits. It was amazing just how easy it was to get Shari’s face slide between her tits.

Shari mumbled as those tits continued to smother her. Her hands reached around and grabbed Natalie’s ass and she knew right then and there that she even if Natalie hadn’t taken her clothes off already, her hands would have done the work for her.

And then she was pushing Natalie back just a bit. She was looking between the other girl’s legs. “Come here,” she said. “I want to taste that.”

“You want to taste this, huh,” Natalie said, and then in the next instant, she was pulling Shari out of her chair and pushing her down on her knees. “You want to taste this,” she said again. “Well, okay. Here you go,” and with that, she moved in and straddled the other girl’s face.

Shari’s tongue came out and that’s when she found out just how wet Natalie really was. Almost from the start, Natalie started to moan and then she just kept right on moaning. “Oh yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me. Eat me. Eat me.”

No one was paying attention to Chrissy but that didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention to them. Already, she’d hiked her skirt up and she was pulling her panties to one side. She pulled her own top off as she watched the one girl straddle the other and then she took off her bra and she started to fondle her own, young breasts and she moaned as she slipped her hand between her legs.

“Oh yeah,” Natalie moaned as her hand pulled Shari even tighter between her legs. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me. Eat me.”

Shari couldn’t believe it but her tongue was doing it. Her tongue was really going after that pussy.

At first, she didn’t have a place for her hands but almost of their own accord, they found their way between her legs. Her skirt was there and so was her panties but that didn’t stop Shari’s hands from going after herself. She pulled up the skirt and she rubbed her pussy through her panties and she moaned against the pussy in her mouth.

It wasn’t all that long before her hand tired of that. She pulled her hand up under her skirt and then she pushed it down in her panties and she moaned again. Direct stimulation. This was much better.

“Yeah, you like that,” Natalie was saying and at first Shari was thinking about what she was doing between her legs. How could Natalie know about that, but then her next words made it rather clear what Natalie was talking about. “You like eating my pussy, don’t you, twerp. Well, I got something for you. I got something for you that I think you’re really going to like.”

Shari might have asked what that was except that in the next instant, she felt the other girl quiver and that’s when she knew what it was. Natalie was cumming in her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it, twerp. Eat my cum like the little fucking twerp that you are.”

Just that comment was enough to get Shari’s hackles up and besides, that reminded her of what it was she had intended to have her busty cohort do before she’d gotten so distracted. “Twerp,” she said indignantly. “I’ll show you who’s the real twerp around here.” She stood up and she quickly stripped off her skirt. “You see this,” she said pointing down at her panties. “You see this. I want you to take these off and I want you to eat me out.”

Natalie just looked at the girl and then she grinned as she moved in and with one quick motion, she pulled the panties off of the other girl. “Is that what you want,” she asked.

“That’s part of it,” Shari said as she sat herself back down and then she spread her legs and her fingers played between her legs and she moaned just for the heck of it. She stroked her fingers over her pussy and she looked up at the buxom cheerleader and she moaned again. “Oooh geez, I want you to do it. I want you to get your mouth right down here. I want you to eat me out really good.”

Shari knew she was being watched but she didn’t care. Chrissy could watch her all she wanted and if she wanted to, Chrissy could just keep on playing with her pussy just as she was doing at that very moment just so long as the other girl slipped her mouth down between Shari’s legs.

Shari held her breath as that mouth got closer and closer. Her hands stroked her tits. That mouth was almost there. It was almost there.

Shari moaned as that tongue found its mark and then she moaned again. Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.

“Oh God,” the girl moaned even as her hands squeezed her tits. “Eat me. Eat me. Oh God, do it. Eat me.”

She moaned again as that tongue went after her even more vigorously. She gasped as that tongue found a good spot and then she gasped again. Oh geez, that was good. That was so fucking good.

“You like this,” Natalie asked.

“Yes-s-s-s,” the girl moaned.

“You want me to make you cum.”

“Yes-s-s-s.”

“You’re going to get with the program, right. No more problems, right?”

“Yes,” the girl moaned. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

After that, Shari didn’t say much else because she was too busy cumming and cumming and cumming.

“No more problems then,” Chrissy said. “Right?”

Shari nodded her head.

“You’re with the program now, right. You’re with it a hundred percent.”

Again, Shari nodded, this time more enthusiastically than the first time.

“All right then. No turning back, right?”

Shari shook her head.

“All right then. Let’s go tell the others. It looks like we got ourselves a deal.”

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE

 

Satan’s Revenge 6

Shirl Jenkins stood patiently as she waited for Mr. Chan to give her her medication.

The old Asian pharmacist finally ambled up to the prescription counter. He picked up the bottle and he looked at Shirl. “Okay, this is a lot more potent than you’re used to.”

“I thought it was just a standard refill,” the girl said.

The man looked at the medication and he looked back at the girl. “No,” he told her. “This is definitely a step up. Before I let you take this home, I want you to take the first pill right now.”

“But Mr. Chan—”

The old pharmacist shook his head. “I mean it,” he said even as he produced a cup of water. He opened the bottle and shook a couple of the pills out into his old, wrinkled hand and he handed them to Shirl. “Take these now.”

Shirl looked at the pills in her hand and she shrugged. Mr. Chan had been her family’s pharmacist for as long as she could remember. She had nothing to fear from him so she took the pills and chased it down with the water.

“Now, you go sit over there,” the old man said, “and I will tell you when you can go.”

Shirl nodded and she went and sat where she was told to. This was silly, she told herself. She hoped this wasn’t going to take to long because if it did, she was going to miss cheerleading practice, and if she did that, Chrissy was going to be mad.

Shirl was still sitting in her chair when the first wave of nausea hit. This was definitely out of the ordinary and she didn’t like it one bit. She went to call out to the old pharmacist but before she could, her body was wracked again and the girl crumpled back into her seat.

Time passed but the little redhead was hardly aware of it. People were walking back and forth in front of her. The initial nausea had ceased but now there was apathy. She was sitting here because … she couldn’t remember why. She didn’t care why she was sitting here. She knew she’d been told to sit so she sat and watched vacantly as the people walked by.

She never saw Mr. Chan close the doors to his pharmacy counter or turn the key in the lock. She hardly saw him come up to her but almost as if in a fog, she heard him call her name. “Shirley,” he said. “Shirley, can you hear me?”

The little redhead looked up at the old man uncomprehendingly.

“Shirley,” the man said again. “Shirley, can you here me?”

This time, the girl realized what the man was saying. She nodded her head.

The old man smiled. “Excellent,” he said. “That’s very good, Shirley. Now, I want you to see if you can get up and stand.”

Well, of course, she could stand, the girl thought, but when she tried, the nausea returned and she sank back into the chair.

The man just smiled. “Here, let me help you.” He held out his hand. “Come on, Shirley. Stand up.”

Shirl didn’t want to stand but in spite of what she wanted, she looked at the hand and she took hold of it and she pulled herself out of the chair. This wasn’t so bad, she thought. Not bad at all. She could do this.

“That’s a good girl,” the old man said encouragingly. “You want to do what I tell you to, don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement and Shirl ran the statement over in her mind. It seemed like there should be something wrong with that statement but for the life of her, Shirl couldn’t figure out what it was.

“You want to do what I tell you to do,” the old man said again and this time, Shirl nodded. She did want to do what Mr. Chan told her to do.

Wait a minute. No, that wasn’t … wasn’t what. That wasn’t … wasn’t … wasn’t what? She wanted Mr. Chan to tell her what to do. Yeah, that was what she wanted.

“That’s excellent,” the old man said. “Why don’t you follow me.”

Again, it wasn’t a question or a suggestion. It was a statement and in spite of her better judgement, Shirl followed the old man.

“You know, they got cameras up all over the place,” the old man said. “It’s almost like they don’t trust us or something but if you know just the right places, you can do what you want and not be seen.”

The old man seemed to be looking for a spot and then he found it. He stood up against the wall and then he motioned for the girl to stand in front of him. “You want to do what I tell you to do, right? Okay, so I’m telling you to reach inside my pants and tell me what you find there.”

Without a moment’s hesitation or even a moment’s thought, Shirl undid the man’s belt and then she reached inside his pants. Her hand brushed up against the old man’s boxers but Shirl was sure that wasn’t what the man wanted her to find. She pushed her hand down inside the man’s underwear and she wrapped her hand around his big, fat cock. “I found this,” she said even as she gave him a squeeze.

“That’s a good girl,” the old man said. “A very intelligent girl. I knew you could find that. Now why don’t you pull that out into the light.”

Pull it out into the light, the girl thought. What a great idea. Just pull it out into the light. That’s all she had to do.

Her hands tugged on the man’s trousers and then she pulled on them again. She pulled them down over his hips and then there were the boxers. A simple tug on those was enough to pull those down and then there was that cock again. She wrapped her hand around it and she looked at the old man. “Here it is,” she said.

“Yes, it is,” the old man said. “I knew you were an intelligent girl,” he said and Shirl preened at his compliment.

“You ever sucked a cock before,” the old man asked.

“No, never.”

“Well, I think it’s time you learned how,” the man said. “You need to suck my cock.”

I, no wait, that’s not right, Shirl thought. I don’t do that, but … but … but why don’t I do that?

“Well,” the man said expectantly.

“I … I … I guess I could,” Shirl said. Somehow, that didn’t seem right and yet in a way, it did.

“Well, if that’s what you’re going to do, then I guess you better get to it.”

That sounded right, Shirl thought. She’d better get to it. Yeah, that sounded right.

Shirl dropped to her knees and she found herself staring at the man’s cock and she found herself realizing that she didn’t even know how to suck a cock. That was weird, she thought. If this was something she wanted to do, then shouldn’t she know how to do it.

But fortunately for her, the old pharmacist seemed perfectly willing to help her out. “Open your mouth,” he told the girl and when she did, he pushed his cock inside her. “Now suck on it,” he told her. “Nice easy strokes. Just suck on it.”

Shirl felt relieved now that she had some direction. Suck on it. Sure. She could do that. This wasn’t that hard. She could suck on this old, Asian cock.

Mr. Chan moaned as the girl went to work on his cock and he ran his hands through her hair. “You know,” he said, “I’ve always liked redheads and I’ve always liked you. I like my women shorter than me which is another reason I like you.” The man groaned again. “Fuck, you’re doing good, really good. You sure you haven’t ever done this before?”

Shirl pulled her mouth off of that cock and looked up at him even as she shook her head.

“Well, fuck, you’re doing it now, so get your mouth back down there and keep sucking away on my cock.”

Shirl didn’t say a word but then she really didn’t have to. Her mouth slipped back down again and she once again went to work on that cock.

The old man groaned as the girl continued to suck away on his cock. He ran his fingers through her hair. “Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Suck it. Suck it good.”

Shirl might not have been experienced but Shirl knew she was doing a good job. Her mouth stroked up and down on that cock and she moaned all over again. Damn, she liked this. She liked sucking this cock.

Without even thinking why she was doing it, Shirl brought a hand up and she stroked Mr. Chan’s wrinkly balls and the man moaned and from the way the man moaned, Shirl figured that just had to be good, so she kept sucking away on that cock even as she kept fondling those balls.

“Oh fuck,” Mr. Chan moaned. “That’s it. Suck me. Suck me. Come on. Suck me.”

Wasn’t she already doing that, Shirl wondered. Wasn’t she already sucking that cock.

Mr. Chan moaned and Shirl almost smiled to herself. That had to be a good sign, didn’t it. That had to mean that she was doing something right.

“Suck it,” the old pharmacist moaned. “Suck it. Oh God, suck it.”

Shirl was getting used to the fact that she was sucking on this cock. It wasn’t something she’d ever done before but now, now, it almost seemed normal to her. She thought maybe she might make the old man cum in her mouth and she almost hoped that she would.

But if she was going to make Mr. Chan cum, it wasn’t right then and right there because before she could make him cum, the man was pushing her mouth off of his cock.

“You might be a pretty good cocksuker, young lady, and as tempting as that is, that’s not what I want from you.”

Shirl had no idea what the old man was talking about.

“Stand up, Shirley,” the old man said and Shirl stood. “Tell me,” he asked, “are you a cheerleader.”

Wasn’t the answer to that one obvious, the girl wondered. She was, after all, wearing her cheerleader’s uniform. She’d been intending to go to practice after picking up her medicine, she remembered. Why hadn’t she thought about that before? But wasn’t it obvious what she was and yet, as obvious as it was, Shirl answered the question without any hint of impertinence. “Yes,” she said, “I’m a cheerleader.”

“Excellent,” the old man said. “That was just the answer I wanted to hear you say. Now, Shirley, this is very important, but I want you to stand up and I want you to take off your panties. Can you do that for me, Shirley?”

Of course, she could do that, the girl thought. That was easy, and just to show the man just how easy it was, she did just what he told her to do.

“That’s a good girl, Shirley. That really is. Now, Shirley, I want you to pull up your skirt and I want you to turn around I want you to show me your cheerleader bottom.”

Shirl wasn’t sure why she was doing this but she lifted her skirt up and she turned around so the old man could look at her bottom.

He was doing more than just looking. She could feel his hands on her ass. They were old and they were squeezing her and for the life of her, Shirl couldn’t figure out why she was letting the man do this to her.

“You like it when I do this,” the old man said.

What, the girl thought. Now that was definitely going too far only she couldn’t remember why it was that it was going too far. There was something about it that was wrong, but if she couldn’t remember what it was, then maybe it wasn’t wrong after all.

The man’s hands were still squeezing her butt and still, Shirl couldn’t figure out what was wrong with letting this man do this to her.

The man slid a hand between her legs even as the other one continued to squeeze her ass. She could feel the old man’s fingers as they played with her pussy and she was surprised at just how wet this was making her.

“You like it when I do this,” the man said. “Don’t you?”

Shirl knew what the answer was supposed to be. The answer was supposed to be no, but she just couldn’t figure out why that was. She did like it. She liked those hands on her ass and she liked the way those fingers played between her legs. The answer was supposed to be no but Shirl said, “Yes.”

The man’s hands were back again, playing with her ass. Shirl couldn’t figure out why this was wrong especially when it felt so fucking good.

Those hands roamed over her young, round curves and then they were moving to the sides, taking hold of her by the hips and pulling her backward. She could feel the man’s cock as it slid between her cheeks. It was still wet from the time it had spent in her mouth and it was still nice and hard.

“You like this,” the man said again. “You like feeling my cock.”

“Yes,” the girl said again.

The man’s hands slid even further forward on Shirl’s body and she couldn’t help but feel him sliding his hands up under her sweater. His hands were around her waist and then they were up on her stomach and then they were moving even further upwards and Shirl moaned as she felt those hands grip her tits through her bra.

The old man’s hands squeezed her tits even at the same time as Shirl felt the man press his cock even more firmly against her ass. “Yeah, you like this,” the man told her. “You like this. I know you do.”

Shirl could feel the old man’s hands pawing her tits and then his hands were grabbing at her bra and pulling at it. She could feel his hands as they came to the catch at the front of her bra and she held her breath as she felt those hands take a hold of that catch.

In the next instant, she felt the catch give way and then her small, little tits toppled out of her small, little bra and once again, those hands were on her body, grabbing her squeezing her, pinching her, using her just like they’d done to her ass.

“Tell me you like it when I grab your tits,” she heard the old man say.

“I like it when you grab my tits.”

“Yeah, I know you did,” the pharmacist said. “Say it again.”

Shirl moaned because even as the man said it, he was squeezing her nipples. The girl gasped. “I like it when you grab my tits,” she moaned again.

The old man was still squeezing her tits. “And while you’re at it, why don’t you get tell me just how much you like the feel of my cock against that cute, little ass of yours.”

Shirl moaned. “I love the feel of your cock,” she said. “I love the feel of your cock against my ass.”

“Say it again.”

“I love the feel of your cock against my ass.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You come in here with your short, little skirt. I know what you want.”

“I want to feel your cock on my ass,” the girl moaned.

“Yeah, I know. You’ve already told me that but I want to hear something more.”

“What do you need to hear,” the girl moaned.

“Well, how about this. How about you tell me you want to feel me slip my dick inside your tight, little hole.”

Shirl was shocked. Mr. Chan had been her family’s pharmacist for as long as she could remember and she was sure she’d never heard Mr. Chan ever say anything like that before, but then, that didn’t really matter. What mattered was what he wanted her to do. Even without thinking about what she was saying, she said, “I want to feel you slip your cock inside my tight, little hole.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Say it again.”

It was easier this time around, maybe because Shirl almost expected the old man to tell her to say it but she purred seductively at the man and then she said it. “Mmm, I want to feel you slip your cock inside my tight, little hole. I really do.”

The old man was still feeling her tits but even as he did, she could feel him press his cock even tighter against her butt. Could it be, she wondered. Did she really want him to do it? Did she really want him to fuck her like this.

Shirl moaned again. She was wet, really wet and she knew it. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it bad. Oh God, she wanted to get fucked so fucking bad.

Almost as if he were responding to her need, the old man let go of her tits and then he was sliding his hands down around her waist. The man’s hands played with the catches on her skirt and suddenly, Shirl felt the garment go loose on her.

The man’s hands were back up around her waist and for a moment, it felt as if he were pushing her away, but it was only for a moment because as soon as that skirt fell free, Shirl felt those hands pulling her back to him.

“Now, Shirley,” the old man said, “I think I have something here that you’re really going to enjoy.”

Shirl groaned as she felt the old man slide between her legs. She knew it. She was so wet. She wanted to feel that cock slide in between her legs.

The old man was right there, right at the entrance of her pussy. She could feel head of his cock shoved up against her pussy and then his hands were back again on her hips and he was pulling her back onto his cock and Shirl groaned as she felt that cock push even deeper insider her.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The old man pulled back only to drive himself inside her again and again, Shirl moaned.

“Fuck me. Fuck me.”

They were settling into a rhythm now. In and out and in and out and Shirl was moaning all the way.

“Oh, Mr. Chan,” the girl moaned. “Oh, Mr. Chan. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. Chan. Fuck me.”

The old man didn’t say anything and he wasn’t stopping. He was doing just what she wanted him to do.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned again. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The man just kept fucking her.

“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez. Oh geez. Oh geez, Mr. Chan. Oh geez.”

The man just kept on fucking.

“Oh geez, Mr. Chan. Oh geez, you’re going to do it. Oh geez. You’re going to make me cum, Mr. Chan. You’re going to make me cum.”

Still, the old man didn’t say anything.

“Make me cum,” the girl moaned. “Make me cum, Mr. Chan. Make me cum. Do it please.”

And still, the old man didn’t say anything. If he heard her at all, the only indication he gave her was a tightening of his hands as they gripped her around the hips.

“I’m cumming,” Shirl cried out. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh shit, Mr. Chan, you’re doing it. You’re making me cum so fucking good.”

The old pharmacist groaned and then he groaned again and in the next instant, the young cheerleader knew what was happening. The old man was cumming inside her.

Shirl moaned. She knew what was happening. “Come on, Mr. Chan,” she moaned. “Come on, do it. I want you to do it. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

The old man groaned. He knew it didn’t matter what the girl wanted. He knew he was going to do it. He groaned again as even more cum surged inside of that tight, little pussy. Fuck, that was good.

Shirl felt the old man finally pull free from her now full, tight, little pussy. Fuck, she was full. She felt as if she was going to drip all over the place but that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was how good she felt and one thing more.

The girl turned around and she pressed her body against Mr. Chan’s and she gave the old man a kiss. “That was great,” Mr. Chan she said without prompting and then she kissed him again. “You can fuck me again whenever you want.”

Shirl left the pharmacy minutes later feeling totally good about herself. The nausea had cleared leaving her feeling just a little light-headed. She felt great, but there was something that Shirl knew that she hadn’t let on to anybody else, not even to Mr. Chan although what she knew was something he knew as well. Shirl wasn’t as dumb as she looked. Shirl knew who was on the school board and now Shirl knew that Chrissy wasn’t the only one of the cheerleaders who had fucked a school board member. Shirl knew she’d fucked one, too, and she knew she couldn’t wait to tell Chrissy all about it.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX

 

Satan’s Revenge 7

Rita Hanson took little notice of the three women milling about at the entrance to the women’s locker room. She recognized them, of course. They were cheerleaders so in a way, they belonged to her but there was no reason why they shouldn’t be where they were.

The young woman stepped into the coach’s office and pulled out her bag. Her workout this afternoon had been grueling and it had left her tired but it was good, too. She was looking forward to going home and taking a nice relaxing bath.

Rita pulled her license out of her pocket and she tucked it into one of the bag’s zippered pouches. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her shower this afternoon would be quick, just enough to get her clean, but when she got home, that was when the real fun was going to begin.

That late in the afternoon, the locker room was pretty much empty so Rita wasn’t surprised to find that she had the shower area all to herself. Rita put her soap in the dish and then she put the shampoo on the floor and she turned the water on.

Rita liked her showers hot so she let the water run. It was too cold at first but it was getting hotter, just the way she liked it. She could see the steam rising from the floor of the shower and she knew it was just about right. Rita stepped into the shower.

Once under the water, Rita hesitated where she was just letting the hot water bounce off her skin. Almost as if acting on its own accord, one of Rita’s hands went to her tits and Rita moaned. It wasn’t that her tits were really all that big because they weren’t but it was the way the skin felt when it was hot and wet.

Enough of that, Rita admonished herself. Someone might see you and besides, there’d be time enough for that later when she got home.

Rita squeezed some soap into her hand and she began applying it to her body. As much as she wanted to, she resisted the urge to go for her pussy because she just didn’t trust herself. She’d get it later when she was at home in her tub and when she had the time and the privacy to do it the justice it deserved.

Rita moaned as she told herself once again to stay away from her pussy. The coach really didn’t consider herself to be all that sexual which didn’t mean that she was all that much of a novice either. She’d had a few boyfriends when she was in high school and she’d even carried one of those relationships with her into college but it was in her Junior year when her roommate had finally gotten ahold of her and put her through her paces that Rita finally found out what sex was. Her roommate had used her in every way possible and Rita had loved it.

But when she’d graduated, she’d put that all behind her or at least that was what she’d thought. She’d moved on. She’d found a new job in a new city and among other things, she was the leader for the cheerleading team and she was trying to set a good example for the girls.

And then the woman in black had come into who her office. Rita still didn’t know who the woman was or where she came from but suddenly, all those old feelings had come back to her all over again and now, it seemed as if she was horny all the time. Rita fought the urge to run a hand between her legs. Later, she told herself. Later.

Rita Hanson gave her tits one last squeeze. Later, she told herself. Later.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for my own damned self. Prissy, little Miss Hanson standing in the shower playing with herself.”

Rita whirled to find three of her young charges looking at her. Mandy Alvorado was a young Latina with the deepest eyes that Rita had ever seen. Those eyes were hot, Rita told herself.

Another of the girls was Noreen Amundsen. She’d transferred in from another high school just a couple years ago and here she was, a senior on the varsity cheerleading team. The girl had talent, real talent. She was athletic but sometimes, she didn’t apply herself as well as she could.

And then there was Becca, standing there between the two girls and the one who was doing the talking. Becca Larson wasn’t even supposed to be there, Rita realized. She’d been kicked off the team for having sex with her boyfriend. Rita hadn’t wanted to do it but an example had to be set and so Becca had been let go.

“Don’t stop now,” Becca was saying. “You were doing such a good job. Why don’t you keep it up.”

“Girls,” Rita began. “Girls. I don’t know what you think you saw, but—”

“What we think we saw? Hmm. Interesting you should put it that way. What I think I saw was our cheerleading coach standing in the shower playing with her tits. Is that the way it looked to you, girls.”

The other girls nodded their confirmation.

“Yeah, I guess that’s what we thought we saw. So how about it, Miss Hanson, you going to show us what it looks like when you play with your tits?”

“Girls, really I—”

“Play with your fucking tits,” Becca demanded.

Without even thinking, Rita let her hands go to her tits. She couldn’t help herself and what was worse, it was making her hot having these girls stand there and watch her play with her tits.

“See, girls. I told you Miss Hanson was a horny, little slut and you had ME kicked off the team for having sex with MY boyfriend? Shit, I wonder what the hell they’d do to you if they saw you playing with your tits in front of a bunch of students.”

The girl was right. Rita knew it, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She liked playing with her tits.

“Do you like that,” the girl asked almost as if reading the older woman’s mind. “Do you like playing with your tits?”

“Yeah,” Rita moaned. She just couldn’t stop herself.

“Do you want to play with your pussy,” Becca asked.

Rita knew what the answer was but she didn’t want to say it. She was hoping that if she ignored the question, maybe she might be able to make it go away.

But Becca wasn’t about to let herself be put off that easily. “I asked you a question,” she said with a little more force. “Do you want to play with your pussy?”

Her hands stayed on her tits and the teacher whimpered. She looked at Becca and she knew it wasn’t any use. She looked at the girl even as she played with her tits and finally, she admitted the truth. “Yes,” she said, “I want to play with my pussy.”

“Well then, if that’s what you want, then I think you better get to it.”

Rita looked around nervously almost as if she expected Principal Wilson to suddenly appear in the women’s locker room but she already knew what she was going to do. Even as her one hand continued to rub her tits, the other one slid down over her taut, little stomach and then it pushed its way between her legs.

“I’ll bet you like playing with your pussy like that.”

“Yes-s-s-s-s,” Rita moaned.

“I think you need to stick your fingers up inside you so why don’t you go ahead and do that. Show us what it looks like when you finger fuck your pussy.”

Without even thinking, Rita pushed a finger up inside her pussy.

“Now squeeze your tit for us and tell us what a fucking, little slut you are.”

Rita moaned and she squeezed her tit. She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her to do what these girls told her to do. She moaned again. “I’m a little slut,” she said.

“That’s a fucking, little slut, Miss Hanson,” Becca corrected her.

“I’m a fucking, little slut,” Rita said.

“Say it again.”

“I’m a fucking, little slut.”

“I like hearing you say that. Say it again.”

“I’m a fucking, little slut.”

“Yeah, you sure are,” Becca told the woman. “In fact, right now, I’ll bet you really want to get your mouth down there on our pussies, don’t you, you little fucking slut.”

Rita stood there without saying anything.

“I asked you a question. We’ve already determined that you’re a fucking, little slut so now we just need to see how much of a slut you really are. I want you to tell me that you want to lick my pussy. Go ahead. You know you can do it. Do it.”

Rita was wavering but still she said nothing.

“I’m getting tired of this, Miss Hanson. Tell me you want to eat my pussy. Do it now.”

“I … I um … I want to eat your pussy.”

“That’s a good girl, Rita. Say it again.”

“I, uh, I want to eat your pussy.”

“That’s better. Now say it like you mean it.”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Better. Now I want you to say it again and this time, I want you to make me think you mean it.”

Rita couldn’t help it but the more she said it, the more she did want it. She knew she was supposed to be in charge but the more she said it, the more she wanted it to happen. The more she said it, the more she wanted to eat that pussy. She wanted these girls to use her. She wanted them to make her do it. She wanted them to make her do whatever they wanted her to do.

“I want to eat your pussy,” she said again, this time with just a hint of whine in her voice.

“Say it again.”

“I want to eat your pussy.” The desire to eat the girl’s pussy was getting even more intense.

“Say it again.”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Well, if you want to eat my pussy, it seems as if you’re in the wrong position.”

“Huh?”

Becca was rubbing the place between her legs. “Get down on your knees, slut.”

Rita stared at the girl. The girl was impertinent and yet, Rita could feel herself doing it. She was lowering herself to her knees.

“Look at me,” the girl said. “Look at my pussy. Tell me you want to eat this.”

Rita could feel the water from the shower pelting her there as she knelt on the tiled floor. Standing as she had, the spray wasn’t on her face but now it was and still, there was nothing she could do about it. She looked at Becca’s pussy. “I want to eat it,” she said. “I want to eat your pussy.”

“You do, huh? You’re sure.”

Rita nodded even as the water continued to rain down on her.

“Tell me what you want again.”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“I don’t know,” the girl said. “I know. I got a question for you. What’s my name?”

Her coach looked confused. “Your name? Your name’s Becca.”

The girl shook her head. “I don’t think you understand me. What’s my name?”

The woman looked even more confused. “I don’t understand what you want me to say.”

“My name,” the girl said again. “What is my name?”

“Your name is Becca,” the coach said.

The girl shook her head. “No, it’s not. She can call me Becca,” the girl said even as she indicated the girl on her left and then she turned her attention towards the girl on her right. “She can call me Becca, too, but you need to be more respectful. From now on, you will address me as Miss Becca. Is that understood, slut?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Miss Becca. I understand.” In spite of herself, the coach felt a surge of energy go through her as she capitulated with the girl’s request.

“And who’s this,” said Becca even as she indicated the girl on her left.

“That’s Miss Mandy,” the young coach said.

“And over here, who’s this?”

“Miss Noreen,” the woman said.

“There now, you see. You can be a good, little slut if you put your mind to it and since you’ve shown just how good a slut you can really be, I’ve decided to give you a reward. Would you like a reward, slut?”

“Yes, Miss Becca. I’d like a reward.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please, Miss Becca, may I have a reward.”

“Say it again.”

“Please, Miss Becca, may I have a reward. Please.”

Becca looked at her two friends. “What do you think, girls. You think she’s earned it.”

“I don’t know,” Mandy said. “It’s up to you.”

“I’m not sure she’s earned it but I’m pretty sure I want to give it to her so get the hell over here, slut.”

Rita scrambled over to the girl.

“So you thought you were better than me,” Becca said. “You thought you could kick me off the cheerleading squad, huh? Well, I’m going to show you just who’s better than who. Lean your ass back and tilt your face up. Yeah that’s it. Now keep it right like that.”

The girl moved forward and then she was straddling Rita’s face.

“Okay, there you go,” the girl told the woman. “A nice, wet pussy just waiting for you to lick it.”

Rita moaned to herself but as much as she wanted to resist it, she knew what she was going to do. Her tongue pushed its way out of her mouth and then it was lapping up against the lips of the pussy that was straddling her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” the girl moaned. “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it. Lick me. Lick me. Yeah, that’s it. Lick me just like that.”

Rita knew she didn’t have to say anything. Rita knew all she had to do was lick the pussy.

Becca grabbed her former coach by the hair and she moaned even as she squeezed one of her breasts. “Yeah, that’s it, slut. Lick it, slut. Lick my fucking cunt.”

Rita moaned as she kept right on licking that cunt.

“Hey,” said Noreen. “That’s not fair. You’re getting all the action. What about us?”

“What? You girls want some of this slut. She ain’t that good, you know. You sure you want her.”

Rita would have objected to that characterization of her pussy eating skills but before she could do it, Miss Noreen started to speak. “Yeah,” she said, “I want some of that.”

“How about you,” Becca asked the other girl. “You want some of this, too?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Well, it looks like you got yourself in demand, slut, but for now, I want you to keep working on my cunt.”

Rita moaned to herself. She knew each of the girls was going to use her and what was more, she knew she wanted it to happen. She knew she wanted them to use her. She knew she wanted to be their little slut.

Rita knew the other two were rubbing their pussies and as much as she wanted to take care of them, she knew she had to take care of Miss Becca first.

“Come on,” said Noreen. “We want to do it, too.”

“When I’m done,” Becca snapped back and then she stifled a moan. “Oh geez, that was good. She’s getting better, girls. Oh fuck, that was really good.”

“I can tell,” Mandy said.

“Shit, I wish it was fucking me,” Noreen said.

“Oh fuck,” Becca was moaning. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Getting to you, huh,” Noreen said.

“Fuck,” Becca moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Looks like someone’s about to cum,” said Mandy.

“Yeah,” said Noreen. “Somebody.”

“Oh God,” Becca moaned. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh … Oh … Oh—”

Becca screamed and then she sucked in air before she screamed again.

“Oh yeah,” Mandy said. “That was a good one.”

“Yeah,” Noreen said wistfully. “A good one.”

Becca finally pulled back from the mouth between her legs, panting heavily as her body continued to cum and cum and cum. “Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.”

Noreen moved in and she grabbed the coach by the hair and she pulled her head up. “Well, I guess we know you’re a good, little pussy licker, don’t we.”

Rita nodded. “I’m a good, little pussy licker,” she said.

“And you’re still a fucking, little slut, aren’t you?”

“I’m a fucking, little slut.”

“And who am I?”

“You’re Miss Noreen,” the coach said without hesitation.

“And you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do.”

“Yes, Miss Noreen. I want you to tell me what to do and I want to please you.”

“That’s what you want, huh. Well, we’ll just see about that. Get down on your back, bitch.”

Rita quickly laid down on the floor of the shower and she looked up at Noreen expectantly.

“Tell me you want to eat my pussy.”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Say it again.

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Say it again.

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Yeah, that’s what you want, huh?”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” the girl told the woman even as her body straddled the coach’s face, “because I’m going to give you just what you want. Tell me again. What is it you want?”

“I want to eat your pussy.”

“Well, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’re going to get,” the girl said even as she pressed her pussy down on the woman’s face.

Rita’s tongue was there to greet that pussy and then moments later, her hands were there, grabbing at Miss Noreen’s ass even as she pulled that pussy even tighter against her face.

Noreen moaned as her pussy rode the coach’s face. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it. Oh yeah. Eat me. Eat me just like that.”

Rita couldn’t have stopped even if she wanted to but the truth was she didn’t want to stop. She could feel herself falling into the old ways. She could feel herself being used again and she knew she loved it. It had been so long since she’d been used and she missed it and then the woman in black had come into her life and used her and it had brought back all the old feelings and now, here we these teens making her do even more and she loved it.

And then it got even better. Someone was pushing her legs apart and someone was sliding in between her thighs and then even with that pussy on her mouth, the young coach gasped. Someone was licking her.

Rita moaned again even as that pussy on her mouth demanded even more of her attention. She couldn’t help it. What that mouth was doing to her was incredible.

And then she was back again. Her mouth was on that pussy and she was eating it for all she was worth.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Noreen moaned. “That’s it. Eat it. Eat it. Eat it, you fucking, little slut.”

Rita moaned. She couldn’t help it. She liked it when these girls called her a slut. Hell, she liked it even more when they made her call herself a slut and then there was that mouth between her legs. Oh fuck, that’s what she was. She really was a fucking, little slut.

Noreen was moaning, too. “That’s it. That’s it. Eat it. Come on. Eat that fucking pussy.”

Rita was doing her best. Her tongue was right there on Miss Noreen’s nub and she could feel the young Miss responding. It wouldn’t take much more, she knew. It wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge.

The girl groaned and her body swayed dangerously close to flopping over. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, “that’s it. That’s it. Of fuck, you’re doing it. You’re making me cum.”

Rita already knew it. She could taste Miss Noreen’s juices in her mouth and they tasted good and she knew she wanted more.

The girl was definitely cumming and she was cumming hard. The pussy juices kept right on flowing and she kept right on moaning.

The girl finally rolled off of Rita’s face but that didn’t mean Rita was done. Almost immediately, the Hispanic girl was crawling up from between Rita’s legs. Rita could feel the girl as she kissed her torso and then her tits, then her neck, her chin and finally, her lips.

The young Hispanic girl stared deep in Rita’s eyes. “Tell me,” she said, “what do you like most about me.”

Rita looked deep in Miss Mandy’s eyes. She already knew what the answer was. She’d always known what the answer was. I love your eyes,” she murmured.

Miss Mandy gave her lips another kiss and then once more, she was staring in Rita’s eyes. “You do, huh?”

Rita nodded. She could feel her pussy melting. Somehow, she thought she could just keep looking in those eyes forever.

“You want to please me, don’t you.”

“Yes, Miss Mandy. I want to please you. I want to please you so bad.”

“So you like my body, do you?”

“Oh yeah,” Rita moaned. She could feel the teen’s tits rubbing against her own. “I love it.”

“I know what you need,” Miss Mandy said. “I think you need to feel my wet, tight pussy being rubbed all over your tits. What do you say to that?”

“You’re right, Miss Mandy. That’s what I want. I want you to rub your pussy all over my tits.”

“Well, if that’s what you want, you’d better say please.”

“Please, Miss Mandy. May I please have you rub your pussy all over my tits.”

“Say it again.”

“Please, Miss Mandy, please. Please rub your pussy on my tits.”

“Say it again.”

“Please, Miss Mandy. Please rub your pussy on my tits.”

The teen brought her body up and then her legs were straddling the other woman’s chest. Rita watched as the girl’s pussy came down and then she felt it, the feel of that pussy on her chest and the coach couldn’t help but moan. Her young charge was so wet.

Rita moaned again. Without even thinking to ask if she could do it, her hands went to Miss Mandy’s firm, young tits. Apparently, that wasn’t against the rules and Rita moaned again. She loved having her tits get pussy fucked.

“Oh man,” the girl moaned. “It feels so good having you pressed up against my tits. I love it. I love it. I really do.”

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You like having your tits between my legs.”

“I love it,” Rita said.

“Yeah, you want to please me, don’t you.”

It was a statement, not a question and that was just the way Rita saw it, too. Her response was less an answer and more of a confirmation. “Yes, Miss Mandy,” the young coach said, “I want to please you.”

Mandy moaned. “Fuck, girl. You must really like this because your nipples are so nice and hard.”

“Yes, Miss Mandy.”

“Fuck, they feel good when I rub my pussy up against your nips.”

“Yes, Miss Mandy.”

“But I got something even better that I want you to stick between my legs.”

The young coach didn’t say anything but then she didn’t have to. Mandy was going to tell her what she needed to do.

The young Latina perched her pussy over Rita’s face and then she grabbed Rita by the hair and pulled her face between her legs. She knew that last part wasn’t necessary because she knew Rita was going to do what she was told but she wanted to do it anyway. “Eat it,” she said. “Eat that pussy.”

Rita’s tongue came out almost of its own accord and then she was burying that tongue between Miss Mandy’s legs. Her tongue went after the girl’s clit and then it would lick its way back to that moist hole.

Mandy moaned. “Shit, yeah, that’s it. Lick me. Lick me. Oh fuck, that’s good. Lick me.”

Rita was powerless to resist. Having been told what to do, Rita’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. Rita wasn’t sure she could stop her tongue even if she wanted to.

Her tongue went back to Miss Mandy’s clit. She liked the way her tongue made the girl moan so she concentrated her effort there, withdrawing only momentarily to find a new place to play before once again coming back to that sensitive nub.

“Lick me,” the girl moaned. “Lick me. Oh shit. Fuck. You better not fuckin’ stop.”

Rita wasn’t going to stop. She knew what she was there for. She knew she was there to make Miss Mandy cum.

The girl was moaning harsher and harder. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. That’s it. That’s it. Oh shit, you’re going to—”

The thought was left unfinished as the girl swallowed hard and then the girl swallowed again. “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Here it comes.”

Rita knew this was not the time to hold back. Her tongue attacked the girl’s pussy eliciting more shrieks and howls from the girl as that tongue finally did what it was meant to do. Rita could feel that pussy quiver beneath her tongue and still, she kept right on licking that pussy.

Mandy pushed the coach from between her legs. “I can see you’re pretty good when it comes to licking a pussy,” she told her coach, “and I know I want to have you try that again, but right now, I have another idea.”

“What’d you have in mind,” Becca asked.

“Well, it seems to me that Rita here is pretty good at licking pussy but I’m just wondering if she’s just as good when it comes to licking ass.”

“I say again. What’d you have in mind?”

Mandy grinned. “Well by now, I guess you’ve figured that I kinda wanted to have a shot at eating your pussy.”

“Yeah, that’s old news,” said Becca. “I figured that out about you a long time ago.”

“And by the way Noreen here has been eying my tits, I’ve kinda got the feeling that she’d kinda like to get to know them better, too.”

“It’s not that—”

“Quiet Noreen. Let’s hear what Mandy has in mind.”

“So the way I got it figured, Noreen lays herself out and I straddle her so she can have a go at my tits, and then while I’m doing that, you let me have a go at your pussy and all the while, our slutty, little Rita here can be licking out my ass.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Becca. “You okay with that, Rita. Oh wait, I forgot. What you think doesn’t matter.”

Rita was embarrassed and yet, she knew what the girl said was true. Her thoughts didn’t matter anymore.

The girls laid themselves out just as Mandy had suggested and then Mandy turned to look back at Rita. “You know what to do, bitch. I want you to get your tongue between my cheeks. I want you to get your tongue up inside me. I want to feel you really licking my ass.”

Rita moaned but even as she did, she felt herself moving forward and then she was doing what she was told to. She was sticking her face between those little, brown cheeks and she was licking that tight, little hole.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” Mandy moaned. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s fucking it. You just keep on licking my fucking ass, you little slut.”

“But what about me,” Noreen complained. “I want some attention, too.”

“Okay, you can lick her, too,” Mandy said, “but if you do, I want your face back between my cheeks pronto, you got that.”

Rita didn’t have to think twice. Her mouth dropped down between Miss Noreen’s legs and then her mouth was on Miss Noreen’s pussy. Her tongue sawed back and forth between the girl’s lips and then her mouth was back again, licking away at Miss Mandy’s ass.

Mandy moaned even as her mouth. “Keep it up, slut,” she moaned and then she didn’t say much of anything because once again, her mouth was between Becca’s legs, licking away at her pussy.

Rita’s mouth moved again and once again, she was on Miss Noreen’s pussy. The girl was close, really close. Her tongue went to work on Miss Noreen’s clit. She was so close.

She was almost there when Rita once again pushed her tongue back between Miss Mandy’s cheeks. Once again, her mouth was licking away at Miss Mandy’s little, brown asshole.

The young Latina didn’t say anything but then she didn’t have to because Rita could feel her body quiver even as she reattached her tongue to the girl’s ass.

Rita wanted to do it. Her tongue worked at that tightest of holes. She wanted to do it. She wanted to pry that hole open. She wanted to get her tongue inside.

And then her mouth was back again between Miss Noreen’s legs. The girl gasped and then she gasped again as Rita’s tongue savaged her clit.

“That’s it,” the girl gasped. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh shit, ye-e-e-e-eah. That’s it. You’re doing it. You’re fucking me making me cum.”

Even without the girl’s words, Rita already knew it and she was happy. For the moment at least, her world had reduced itself down to herself and these three girls. She wanted them to tell her what to do and in return, she wanted to make them cum.

Her mouth was still there, licking away at Miss Noreen’s pretty pussy and going after her pretty, little clit. She heard the girl moan again and she knew the girl was cumming so fucking hard.

The other girl pulled her mouth from between Becca’s legs just long enough to utter one, short comment. “Get your fucking mouth back on my ass.”

Rita would have liked to have lingered as Miss Noreen continued to cum but an order was an order and as she already knew, she really wanted these girls to tell her what to do so without much hesitation, her mouth was back again between the young Latina’s cheeks and she was once again on the girl’s ass even as her hands pried the girl’s cheeks apart.

The girl moaned as she felt Rita’s tongue once again go after her asshole and then once again, her tongue was between Becca’s legs.

It was only a matter of time. The shower area was filled with moans as Mandy and Becca got closer and closer. Noreen was running a hand between Mandy’s legs as she basked in the post-orgasmic haze and then there was that tongue between Mandy’s cheeks.

She was going to make her cum. Rita knew it. Even as her tongue continued to probe that ass, she knew she was going to make Miss Mandy cum.

Becca’s hands squeezed her tits even as Mandy ate her pussy. “Yeah, that’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it. That’s it. Eat me. Eat me right there. That’s it.”

Mandy could feel it happening and she knew Becca was going to cum. Her tongue kept up what it was doing. Just a little bit more, she knew. That’s all it would take. Just a little bit more.

Becca gasped and her eyes opened wide. “Fuck,” she moaned as her body arched. “Fuck yeah. Fuck. Oh yeah. That’s so fucking good. Fuck.”

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” Mandy said.

“You know it,” Becca moaned. “Oh God, that’s good. That’s so fucking good.”

The young Latina bit down on her lip even as she stifled a moan. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “and you know what would make it even better?”

Becca ran a hand through her friend’s hair. “What’s that, honey?”

Mandy bit down on her lip and let out another whimpering moan and then she seemed to focus again. Mandy bit her lip again. “It would be a whole lot better if this little slut would make me cum.”

“You heard her, slut. Make her cum.”

Rita pulled her mouth from between Miss Mandy’s cheeks. “Yes, Miss Becca,” she said and even as she said it, she felt a surge of warmth go through her. She couldn’t hide it from herself. It just felt so good to say yes to these girls. It felt so good to have them tell her what to do and it felt even better to do it.

Her tongue slid between Miss Mandy’s cheeks and this time, she knew she was going to do it. This time, her hand slipped between Miss Mandy’s legs and this time, her fingers played with her pussy. This time, Rita knew, this time, she knew she was going to make Miss Mandy cum, and this time, she knew, this time when her mistress came, this time, she knew she was going to cum, too, and no order, not even one from her newest mistresses, no order was going to stop that from happening.

“That’s it,” Becca taunted her. “Do it. Make her cum.”

Rita didn’t bother answering Miss Becca because it would only have delayed her from the inevitable. In fact, she could feel it happening. Miss Mandy’s body was tensing. This was it. She knew it. This was it. She pushed a finger up inside Miss Mandy’s pussy and she moaned as she felt that pussy seize her finger and even as she felt it, she felt her own body succumb to the inevitable and even as Miss Mandy started to cum, so to did the little, fuck slut that was Rita.

“Yeah, you liked that,” said Becca when it was all over. “You liked taking care of our pussies just like a little fuck slut is supposed to do.”

Rita nodded. She knew she couldn’t hide it anymore.

“From now on, slut, whenever we want you, you come running. You belong to us now. You got that? You belong to us now.”

Rita nodded. She knew it was true and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 8

Thwack!

The ball came sizzling over the net. Kim made a lunge for the ball but she was just a moment too late. The ball sailed past her and smacked the chain link fence behind her.

“Nice one,” Kim said as she went and picked up the ball. “What’s that? 30-15?”

“Yeah,” Sally said but with an almost perceptible nod, she signaled her friend.

Kim had already seen the man. “Okay, 30 serving 15.”

Once again, the ball was put in play. Sally returned the serve only to have Kim smack it back. Sally raced to her back hand and fired a shot down the line.

Kim crashed down on the tennis court. “Ow, ow, ow,” she cried. “Ow, that hurt.”

Sally came around the net. “What’s wrong, Kim,” she asked.

“I think I turned my ankle.”

Sally just stood there looking at her friend. “Does it hurt?”

Kim gave her friend a withering look. “Of course, it hurts,” she said. “Get me some help, okay?”

The girl looked up to see the man still standing there, just as she was sure he would be. “Hey, mister,” she said. “My friend hurt herself. Can you come here and take a look at it?”

The man hesitated. “I’m not a doctor.”

“I know but you’re a man, and you look like you have a lot of experience. Can you take a look at it ple-e-e-e-ease?”

“I don’t know,” and yet, even as the man said it, he was moving towards the gate and then he was entering the court. The man knelt beside the young tennis player. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I think I turned my ankle,” Kim said.

The man looked at the girl’s foot. “Is it swelling?”

“I don’t know. Could you take at it for me.”

Gingerly, the man pulled the girl’s sock down. His hand touched her brown skin. “I don’t know,” he said. “It looks fine to me.” The man was trying to be coy about it but both girls knew he was peeking up under Kim’s skirt and so far, all he’d gotten was a peek at her little, white panties.

“Oh, that feels good, Mister.”

“What does?”

“The way you’re touching me. Maybe it’s just stiff. Can you touch it more, maybe a little harder.”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

“Come on, Mister. I think my leg muscles are tightening up. Can you feel my calf? Does it feel tight to you?”

The man touched the girl’s calf. There was no mistaking that her calf was taut.

“Oh yeah, Mister. That feels good. I think maybe what I need is just to get my muscles loosened up or something.”

The man nodded knowingly but both girls noticed that his hand hadn’t left Kim’s leg. “You need to do more stretching exercises before you start playing.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I was talking about.”

“Oh?”

“I think I might have hurt my knee, too. Would you touch me there?”

The man hesitated. “Wait a minute? What is this?”

“What,” Kim asked innocently.

“What are you girls trying to pull?”

“Us? We’re not trying to pull anything. I just asked you if to look and see if there was anything wrong with my leg.”

The man’s hand still hadn’t left Kim’s calf. “There isn’t anything wrong with your leg,” he said.

“You’re sure, because I don’t think you’ve really taken a look at the whole leg. Perhaps something a bit higher than the knee then.”

“In fact, I seriously doubt there’s really anything wrong with your ankle either.”

“But how could you know that, Mister, without at least taking a closer examination.”

The man smiled. “I think I can tell just fine.” He gave the girl’s leg a quick pat on the calf. “I think you’re going to be just fine,” he said with a grin. “Take it easy now, okay.”

“I don’t know, Kim. For a second there, I thought he was trying to look up your skirt so he could see your panties.”

The man had already stood but now he stopped as he listened to the girls talk. The tone was conversational and it was unlikely that anyone was likely to hear what was being said even if they wanted to but the man couldn’t wait to hear what was said next.

“Well, I’m sure he would have been disappointed then.”

“Why’s that, Kim?”

The black girl smiled. “Because I’m not wearing any panties.”

Sally giggled. “You too. I thought I was the only one.

Kim noticed the man still standing over here. “You’re still here,” she said.

That seemed to snap the man out of his reverie. “Yeah, right. I should be going. Take it easy.”

“Take it easy, Mister. I really wish you could have been more help because I really think my leg needs a more thorough examination but I understand. Like you said, you’re not a doctor.”

“Right,” the man said. “Not a doctor.”

The girl pulled herself to a full sitting position and then she tried to stand. “Ow,” she said. “My ankle. I need help.”

“What’s wrong,” Sally asked.

“I think my ankle’s really hurt.”

“I guess we better get going then.”

“Yeah, too bad, because I was about to whoop your ass.”

“Says you,” said her friend with a smile. “Hey, Mister, can you help us.”

The man was suddenly once again concerned. “What is it? What can I do to help?”

“Can you support Kim while I go get our things and can you help us out to the parking lot.”

“Sure,” the man said. “I can do that.”

He put his arm around the black girl even as her friend went to collect their things. The girl leaned against him and it was clear this time that she wasn’t faking.

It wasn’t long before Sally was back. “You got everything,” Kim asked.

“All right here,” Sally said. “You ready to go?”

“I’m ready. Let’s go.”

The three of them walked slowly to the parking lot, drawing a few incurious stares along the way. Kim leaned on the man as her friend trailed along behind. “Where are we going,” the man asked when they reached the parking lot.

Kim let her hand slip down over the front of the man’s shorts. “I don’t know,” she said as her hand squeezed his cock, “I guess that all depends on you, doesn’t it.”

The man shook his head. These girls just didn’t quit. There was no denying that the man’s cock was hard. The black girl had to know that. She was, after all, squeezing the man’s cock through his shorts. There was no way she couldn’t know it but the man liked black girls. He liked them a lot.

“So where are we going,” Kim asked again.

The man shook his head. He knew what he should say.

“How ‘bout we go someplace a little more private,” the black girl suggested, “and then you can check and see if we were telling the truth about not wearing any panties.”

The man was wavering.

Kim squeezed his cock. “Come on, Mister. I know you’re just dying to find out for sure.”

The man’s hand slipped a little lower around the girl’s waist. “But I can find that out now,” he said.

He realized almost from the moment he said it that that was a mistake. He’d just admitted that he did want to know what the girl was wearing or whether she was wearing anything at all.

“Yeah, you could,” Kim said, “but if you did, then you’d miss out on the fringe benefits that come with doing it in private.” The girl gave the man’s cock a squeeze. “And I think you know what I’m talking about.”

The man knew what she was talking about. His wife and daughters were at the mall. They wouldn’t be home before five.

Kim squeezed his cock again. “Come on, Mister. You can’t tell me you really don’t want to know what it looks like down there.”

The man groaned. This was dumb. This was really, really dumb. “We could … we could—”

Kim squeezed his cock. “Yes? We could do what?”

The man groaned. This was stupid, really stupid. “I guess we could go back to my place.”

“Your place, huh? Just the three of us. Cool.”

Just the three of us? As distracted as he’d been with Kim, the man had almost forgotten about Sally.

The black girl squeezed the man’s cock again. “You do want Sally to come with us, don’t you? I mean, the only thing better than having one tight, little teen-aged pussy is having two.”

The man groaned. If he was going to do something this stupid, he might as well be stupid all the way. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s bring her along.”

The man led the way to the parking lot where Sally climbed into the back seat and he let Kim into the front seat. The girl closed her legs. “No peeking now,” she said with a laugh. “That’s for later.”

The man shook his head. Dumb, he was thinking as he went around to the other side. Really dumb.

The drive home was quick, made even more so by the rush that the man was feeling. He had to get home. He had to see what these girls had to offer.

The man ushered the two girls into the living room where they took a seat on his couch. “Can I get you girls something to drink?”

“I’m fine,” said Kim.

“Me, too,” said her friend. “I don’t need anything.”

That was just fine with the man. He didn’t want to go around serving drinks anyway. “All right then,” he said, “I think you girls have something you want to show me.”

The two girls looked at one another. “You ready,” Kim said.

“How about we show him on three.”

“I’m game. Ready.”

Both girls counted up. “One … two … three.”

Both girls lifted their skirts. One was wearing panties and the other one wasn’t.

“I thought you said you weren’t wearing any panties,” the man said.

“I lied,” the one girl said with a smile, “but if you want, I can take them off right now.”

The man had his shorts down and his cock out. “Yeah,” he said. “I think that’s something I’d like to see.”

It took the girl very little time to slip her panties off and then her pussy was just as naked as that of her friend. “Is this what you wanted, Mister,” Kim asked even as her hand stroked herself between her legs. “Is this what you wanted to see.”

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what I wanted to see.”

“Yeah, you got to see under our skirts,” Kim said, “but I’ll bet there’s even more that you’d really like to see.”

The man was still stroking his cock as he looked at the two teens. Now, he stepped out of the shorts altogether. “Yeah,” he said. “How ‘bout you girls show me your tits.”

The girls looked at one another. “You want to,” Kim asked.

“Sure,” replied her friend. “Let’s do it.”

“On the count of three again?”

“Yeah, on the count of three. Ready? One … two … three.”

Both girls lifted their tops for the man. Neither one was wearing a bra.

“Shit,” the man said and he stroked his cock even harder.

Kim giggled. “I think he likes it. I think he likes seeing our tits.”

“I think you’re right,” her friend agreed, “but I think he wants to see even more.”

It was almost as if the girls knew what each other was thinking because almost as one, both girls pulled their tops all the way up and then over their heads leaving themselves now naked from the waist up, but the girls weren’t done there. Both girls stood and both girls undid their short, little skirts, and both girls let those skirts fall to their feet. Both girls sat back down again and both girls let a hand slip in between their legs. They weren’t just naked from the waist up. Now, they were naked from the waist down, too.

Kim looked right at the man. “You like this, huh? You like watching us play with our pussies?”

The man was still stroking his cock. “Yeah,” he said.

“You want to see something else?”

“Sure.”

Again, the girls seemed to act in unison but both of them got up off the couch and both of them turned around. Both of them knelt on the couch and both of them reached back behind them and both of them pulled on their cheeks but it was Kim who looked back at the man and smiled. “You like,” she asked.

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

“Well, don’t just stand there looking at us. We want you to do what you want to do.”

The man still didn’t move, at least not right away. He just stood there looking at the two girls as they continued to tease him with their butts.

Kim let out a little whimpering moan. “Come on, Mister,” she pleaded. “What are you waiting for?”

Still, the man stood there but then he took the first hesitant step forward, and then he took another and then moments later, he was coming up behind Kim’s little, black ass.

“Oh yeah, Mister, that’s it,” the black girl moaned. “Come on. Do it. Fuck me.”

The man shoved his cock up against the black girl’s pussy and then without any further hesitation, he buried himself inside her.

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

The man’s hands moved to the girl’s hips as he continued to fuck away at her pussy.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you,” Kim moaned. “You like fucking black girls and their little pink pussies, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

“I know you do,” Kim moaned. “I know you do. I know you want to fuck me and I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me good.”

For the most part, Kim’s friend found herself largely ignored. Her ass had been hanging out there just like her friend’s but the man had made a beeline right for her darker skinned friend, but Sally was only a little disappointed and the way she looked at it, if the man was good enough, there was more than enough of him to share.

For now though, it was Kim’s turn and Sally wasn’t about to begrudge her friend the cock she was getting. Kim kept right on moaning as that cock continued to take her. Sally stood and pulled herself up off of the couch and she came and stood next to the man. One hand slipped behind the man’s back and stroked his butt even as she pressed her naked body up against the man’s body. She let her hand drift down and then she was sliding it between his legs and she was stroking his balls. “Fuck her,” she said. “Fuck that little, black booty.”

The man groaned as he fucked Kim even harder.

“Oh God, Mister,” Sally cooed. “Look at her. I think you’re really going to do it. I think you’re going to make Kim cum.”

The man groaned but it wasn’t clear if he heard what Sally was saying.

“Oh God, do it, Mister. Do it. Make her cum. Do it.”

There was no doubt about it. From the way Kim was moaning almost continuously, it really didn’t matter what Sally said. The young black girl was going to cum and she was going to cum hard.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me.”

The man just kept pounding away at that tight, little pussy.

“Oh God, Mister. Oh God. You’re going to do it. You’re going to do it. Oh God, you’re me cum. Oh God, it’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

The girl really didn’t have to tell him because the man already knew. He could feel her pussy bearing down on his cock and even as he felt it, he felt his cock anoint her cunt with his first load of cum.

Sally knew it, too. Not so much because of anything she was feeling but because of the way the man was grunting. “That’s it,” she said encouragingly even as she continued to stroke the man’s balls. “That’s it. Give it to her. Fill her up with your cum.”

The man obligingly did just that, even more cum into that young, black pussy.

Kim just stayed where she was and took it as the man pumped more and more of his cum inside her.

Sally was stroking the man’s balls ever so softly. “Oh man, you’re cumming so hard. You must really like cumming inside Kim’s pussy.”

The man’s cock slipped from between Kim’s legs and once again, the two girls seemed to act in almost perfect unison. Almost as quickly as the man had pulled his cock from between Kim’s legs, the two girls were kneeling in front of him, each one eagerly waiting for her turn to take his cock in her mouth.

The man looked down at the two girls, one white and one black, each waiting on his cock and the man groaned. He’d just cum and he’d cum hard and yet, in virtually no time at all, here were these girls getting him hard all over again.

Kim’s hand was dark and hard as it stroked his slippery shaft and her eyes were wide as she looked up at the man. “How do you like that, Mister? How do you like it when I suck your cock?”

The man groaned. “Oh geez, that’s good. That’s so good. So fucking good.”

“What about me,” Sally asked. “No one’s fucked me yet.”

Kim looked up at the man and she smiled. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

The man looked into the face of the black girl and then he looked at her white friend and he shook his head. “No,” he said. “We can’t have that. How do you want it?”

The girl looked up at the man and then she was scrambling to get up on the couch. She looked up at the man even as she spread her legs for the man and rubbed her pussy. “I want it this way,” she said. “I want to see it coming.”

“Fair enough,” the man said and with that, he stepped between Sally’s legs.

Sally’s hand kept working her pussy just long enough for the man to get into place and then she pulled her hand back at the very last moment and in that instant, the man pressed himself up against her pussy.

The girl moaned as she felt the man press the head of his cock up against her pussy and then she moaned as the man pushed his way inside her. “Oh fuck, Mister,” the girl moaned. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Oh fuck. That’s so fucking good.”

The man didn’t say anything. He just kept moving his cock in and out of Sally’s pussy.

Sally’s hands went to her tits even as she looked up at the man who was moving in and out between her legs. “Oh God, Mister,” she moaned. “Oh God, that’s so good.”

Kim sat down on the couch and she kissed her friend on the cheek even as she, too, stroked her friend’s chest. “Isn’t it just the best,” she said.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned and then she gasped as the man stuck her even harder with his cock. “Oh yeah. So fucking good.”

The man looked down at the two girls both looking up at him. They both looked so expectant as if they already knew what he was going to do. Hell, that wasn’t that hard to figure out. As tight as the girl’s cunt was, he knew what he was going to do, too.

The man moaned and then he groaned and then he did it. He thrust himself inside the girl’s cunt and he unleashed another load of cum inside her and after that, his cock just kept cumming and cumming. He couldn’t stop and he didn’t want to. He wanted to keep cumming inside her.

The man finally pulled his cock out of Sally’s pussy and then he looked over at Kim who was still watching him. “How’s your ankle doing,” he asked.

“Huh?”

“Your ankle,” the man asked. “How’s it doing now?”

The black girl smiled ruefully as she remembered their reason for coming to the man’s house in the first place. “Oh, it’s doing a lot better now,” she assured him.

“You’re sure now?”

The girl nodded her head. “Much better now. Thank you.”

“Well then, I guess we better get you girls back to your car and on your way.”

“I guess so.”

The ride back to the tennis courts was a short one and then Vic Patterson dropped the two girls off and when he did, he figured he wasn’t going to see those two ever again. Pity. They were cute and all but he had a reputation to maintain.

Kim and Sally looked knowingly at one another. They’d known who Vic Patterson was even before Kim had gone down on the tennis court. From now on, the President of the PTA wouldn’t be any problem at all.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT