Gasping and out of breath, shivering against the cold October air, Trisha arrived at her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked in.

Every pair of eyes was on the cheerleader as she hurriedly walked to her desk. Still clad in her cheerleader's uniform, Trisha was almost certain that the front row could see the bottom of her panties, poking out from under her swishing skirt. She tried to tug it down a bit as she reached her desk, but it only brought more attention to herself. Ashamed and embarrassed, she quietly began to pull out her books, still breathing hard. As she looked down, her eyes caught on her blouse and she blushed, mortified. It must have been colder than she thought – her nipples were rock-hard, and were visibly poking straight through her blouse.

"Trisha…you're very late." Mr. Braun's voice rang through the classroom. A couple of the boys in the row next to her were staring at her – her cheerleader's skirt barely covering her legs, her heaving breasts straining against the thin blouse, her skin sweaty and slick. One of them grinned when she glanced over at them.

"I…I know, Mr. Braun. I'm sorry."

"Do you have an excuse?"

"U-um…" Trisha's mind worked furiously. "Coach Pennings kept me late to do some drills. We lost track of time."

"Do you have a note?"

"U-um…N-no…"

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Then you don't have an excuse. I trust you remember that we have our mid-term today."

Trisha's eyes widened and her heart fell. She had completely forgotten.

Mr. Braun watched her reaction. "I see. Well, here's your copy." He unceremoniously plopped it on her desk. "You have thirty minutes."

Trisha looked up in shock. "Thirty minutes?? But…I…"

Mr. Braun interrupted her. "No, Trisha. I will not give you extra time just because you came in late. Now, you've already disturbed the class enough. Please get to work."

Humiliated and close to tears, the cheerleader looked down at the test. One of the boys was still leering at her, greedily taking in her short skirt, her bare slender legs. Trisha's glare was returned only with a broad grin. She could still feel the dampness in her panties from her frenzied orgasm in the locker room. Oh God, I hope it doesn't leave a spot… She clenched her teeth and buckled down to start on her test.

After what seemed like only seconds, the bell rang. Of course, Trisha had no chance. Mr. Braun's AP History tests were renowned for their difficulty, and as flustered as she was, with only half the class time, Trisha didn't even get to the last twenty questions. As the rest of the class filed out of the room, she stayed glued to her seat, frantically flipping through the pages. This test is a third of my grade…I can't fail it! This can't be happening!

"Trisha, you are out of time. Please hand in your test."

The cheerleader looked up, her eyes pleading. "Please, Mr. Braun, I have a free period next! Please, can I just have some more time?"

Mr. Braun sighed, standing up from his desk chair. "Trisha…I wouldn't expect this from you. You've always been such a good student. You know, your grade is already falling from the first few assignments."

Trisha hung her head. "I…I know…"

"Now, I can't give you more time, because that would be unfair to the rest of the class. But…I will allow you to write an in-class essay as extra credit."

Trisha beamed up at him. "Thank you, Mr. Braun, thank you! Um…what should I write it on?"

Mr. Braun thought for a moment. "How about…the Louisiana Purchase. Explain the process by which Jefferson acquired the land."

The cheerleader's heart plummeted. Of all the topics in the world, how could he pick one from the only chapter she hadn't read? "U-um…okay…"

"Good. Get started, then."

For the first five minutes, Trisha struggled to find something to say, but it was hopeless. She didn't know a thing about the Louisiana Purchase. What am I going to do? This was her most important class – if she failed this test, it would ruin her entire transcript! Wondering if maybe she could ask to switch topics, she glanced up at Mr. Braun, and received a huge shock.

The teacher was staring straight down her skirt! It was painfully obvious, too, his pencil hanging limply in his hand, his mouth half open, his eyes intently blazing down at her crotch. As soon as she looked up though, Mr. Braun quickly caught himself.

"Ah…so…Trisha..I…trust you are doing well with your essay?" He hastily rearranged some papers on his desk, trying to look busy.

Trisha nodded. "Yes, thanks ,Mr. Braun." She glanced down at her lap, and realized that he could probably see her panties from his angle. Gross! Mr. Braun was checking me out? What is he, like forty? But then, a different thought came to her, out of nowhere. This was her most important grade, and if she failed this test, she failed the class. So, if there was anything she could do to get out of failing, she should do it, right? And if Mr. Braun was checking her out, well, that meant he was attracted to her, which meant maybe if she tried to… Trisha paused, shaking her frenzied head as she tried to think. How can I be thinking about doing something like this? Seducing a teacher? That's so awful!

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha nervously shifted on her chair, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again. This time, she directly saw Mr. Braun's eyes flicker up, despite his best efforts, to watch the cheerleader's smooth legs slide under her tiny skirt. Whoa…he's definitely checking me out. Trisha bent her head over the test ,pretending to write but keeping an eye on her teacher. He was wiping his brow now, looking like he was trying to concentrate very hard. Wow…I've really gotten to him. I think if I tried to, I definitely could…No! Trisha shook her head and closed her eyes in frustration. This has got to be a dream! I can't believe I'm even considering something like this!

She looked up at the clock. Time was running out. There was no time to think anymore. The panic was rising in her chest, and in her frantic desperation, she saw her entire school career flash before her eyes – all her hard work, her grades, her AP credit, her college applications. She had to decide.

Oh God…I've got no choice… She waited for a few seconds, nervous, her heart pounding. Taking a deep breath, she stood up again, picked up her papers, and walked over to Mr. Braun's desk.

The teacher looked up, his face slightly red.

"Mr. Braun, can you help me, please?"

The teacher coughed again, rearranging himself on his chair. Was he trying to hide a hard on? "Yes, Trisha, what is it?"

"I just wanted you to look at this sentence." As she asked, Trisha leaned forward onto his desk, letting her long brown hair cascade over her shoulders. The cheerleading blouse was cut low, and she knew that at this angle, Mr. Braun had a great view of her boobs. She wondered if he could see what color her bra was. Inside, her heart was pounding, and the girl's mind whirled as she tried to figure out how to act, what to say, what to do. And in the middle of it all was her disbelief about the whole situation, and some desperate, half-serious hope that this was all just a daydream.

"Ah…um…which sentence now?"

"That one." Trisha pointed randomly, leaning further now, resting her elbows on his desk as she watched him helplessly try to concentrate on the paper, try to ignore the petite cheerleader exposing half of her ample chest to him. She flashed her cutest smile at him.

"Well..uh…it seems fine to me." It was clear that he hadn't read the sentence either.

"Oh…okay. Thanks!" Trisha stayed in her position, leaned over, her chest thrust forward, her smile sweet and innocent. Her mind was flooded with questions. How far do I have to go to get a good grade? Second base? Third base? Should I just come out and say it? Maybe I should be more coy…but what if he says no? What if he doesn't take the hint?

"Ah…Trisha…is there something else I can help you with."

The cheerleader looked down in embarrassment, as she realized she had been staring at him for several seconds without a word. She tried to think of something to say. My uniform. I'll talk about my uniform.

"Mr. Braun, do you mind if I ask another question? What do you think of our cheerleading outfits?"

Mr. Braun was taken aback. "Um..I'm sorry?"

"You know, our cheerleading outfits!" Trisha twirled around for him, knowing as she turned that the pleats of her skirt were riding up with the motion, teasingly giving him a glimpse of her ass. "What do you think of them?" She leaned back down on his desk. "It's just that…well…I think they're a little…slutty." Her mouth twitched involuntarily as she xxxxxx the word out of her lips, but Mr. Braun didn't seem to notice.

"S…slutty?"

"Yeah." Trisha nodded, keeping her cool, ignoring the frenzied thumps of her heart as it careened against her ribcage. "I mean…the blouse is so low-cut, the skirt is so short. I mean, look, Mr. Braun! You can practically see my ass whenever I bend over!" She hastily turned around and bent for him, thrusting her ass forward. She couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of amusement as she watched him desperately try to tear his gaze away from her body.

"I…Trisha…this isn't appropriate."

"Well…" Trisha turned back, and smiled sweetly at him. "I'm just kind of worried that people are getting the wrong impression. I mean, do people think that just because the clothes are slutty, the girl is slutty too?"

"Ah, well…no…I don't think anyone thinks that, Trisha."

"Oh…good…" That wasn't the ideal answer, she thought, a little annoyed. The ideal answer would have been to call her a dirty slut so they could just get down to business right away. But Trisha pressed on. It was all or nothing, now. She knew that she would have to make the first move; Mr. Braun was way too nervous. The cheerleader leaned back down, her eyes staring straight into his, sexy and mischievous. "Because…I wouldn't want anyone to know the truth about me."

"The…truth?" Mr. Braun was stunned, and his face was beet red.

"Oh yes, Mr. Braun!" Trisha flashed another sweet smile. "The truth. …That I spend entire classes fantasizing about being having sex. …That I love sex more than anything in the world." Her mind whirled as she came up with more lies as she spoke. "…That I can't even wait to get home to masturbate, so I do it in the girls' bathroom."

She watched as Mr. Braun's eyes widened with each word. He was hanging on everything she was saying, his mouth gaping, unable to speak. What next? What now? This was it…the moment when she finally had to go for it. Her mind went blank as she started to panic, and she desperately opened her mouth, forcing words out of her mouth. Say anything! Anything at all!

"And…and…that I love nothing more than sucking off a nice, big fat cock…like…I don't know…yours?" As soon as the words burst out of her mouth, Trisha had to stifle a gasp. What had she done?? Did I really just say that??

Mr. Braun stood up in shock. "Trisha! That's…that's not…"

Oh no… Trisha panicked; he wasn't going to say yes! She could get expelled for this. Panic burst through Trisha's chest like a deep breath. It's too late...I can't take it back. I have to get him to go along with me. He has to…he has to! She frantically clambered over his desk, sinking to her knees in front of him, grabbing his hips and guiding him towards her face.

"Please Mr. Braun…please let me suck your cock."

Mr. Braun shook his head. "Trisha, this is…fired from my…not right..you'll be expelled."

No, please! Don't back out now! The cheerleader tried desperately to ignore the growing lump of terror in her throat, pushing away the fear in her mind as she began to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him with pleading eyes, continuing to coo softly.

"No one has to know, Mr. Braun. Please…" She pouted up at him, her brown eyes big and sweet. She slid his fly open, and triumphantly felt a growing bulge in his boxers. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it. He wanted her.

"I…I…"

"Don't worry about it Mr. Braun. I won't tell anyone." That's for sure, she thought to herself, ashamed, as she gently pulled his pants and his underwear down to his knees. I can't believe I said those things…I can't believe I'm going to do this.

"Trisha…" It was the only word left that Mr. Braun could use in protest. The cheerleader gently took his half-hard dick in her hand, stroking it. She had never given a blowjob before; what was she supposed to do? Frantically, she thought about the few pornos she had mistakenly seen on her brother's computer, the times she had overheard girls gossiping and giggling about it in the hallways. No teeth, she remembered. And…deepthroat…she thought. Guys like it when you shove their cock down your throat…right?

"Oh…man that feels nice Trisha…"

"It does? Do you like it, Mr. Braun?"

"Yeah…please, call me Joe. Yeah…"

His dick was growing in her hand, and she expected it to stop, waited for it stop, but it didn't. Oh, God. He's so huge!

"Yeah…keep stroking me Trisha, keep stroking me…"

Keep talking. Tell him what he wants. "Mmm…Joe…you like me jacking your dick off, don't you?" She slipped her hand up and down his hard dick, feeling it throb in her hand. What should she do? Should she just take him into her mouth right now? Mr. Braun's eyes were wide, staring hungrily down at her. Unsure of herself, Trisha hurriedly slipped the tip of his dick into her mouth, sucking gently.

"Ohhh, yeah, Trisha…that's a good girl…"

Trisha bobbed up and down on the head of his dick, feeling the slick softness of his dick against her lips, her hand still stroking his shaft as she sucked. It's not that bad, she thought to herself, as she sat on her knees, slurping, looking up at Mr. Braun to gauge his reactions.

"Yeah…yeah…" Mr. Braun had one hand on the back of her head now, gently guiding her in as she rocked back and forth. His shock and timidity was gone now, replaced by a completely new hunger, a lust for this teenage cutie. He seemed like a completely different man.

"You probably suck dicks all the time, don't you Trisha. I bet you're real good at this, a cute little girl like you. All the boys are lining up to get their dicks sucked by a pretty thing like you, aren't they?"

What?? Is that what people think of me? I'm not like this! I'm a good girl! But Trisha tried her best to play along. She popped his dick out of her mouth and smiled. "Oooh…yes, Joe, but your dick is the best of all, I like yours the most." She inserted his meat back into her mouth, but she was suddenly overcome by a wave of shame. How could she be saying all these things? Worst of all, the cheerleader realized that she didn't even have to think about what to say – somehow, she just knew the exact words Mr. Braun wanted to hear, and as soon as she opened her mouth they effortlessly tumbled out. Why is this so easy for me? Why is it so easy for me to act like a slut?

Mr. Braun smirked down at her, his hand gently pressing her forward, back onto his rod. "That's right, Trisha, take me in, deeper…"

Trisha tried to obey, sliding the tip and a bit of his shaft into her lips, continuing to jack him off. Already, her mouth felt stuffed to the brim, the massive rod spearing into her, forcing her to stretch her jaw wide to accommodate it.

"Deeper, Trisha, deeper…"

I can't…the cheerleader thought desperately to herself. But his hand was pressing into her, forcing her down. She rocked her heard towards him, ignoring the silent, instinctual protest of her tongue and her tired jaws. Her lips smacked and drooled at the effort, slobbering loudly as she eased herself forward. That's far enough! She bobbed back and forth, feeling her saliva coating his dick, sliding the bottom of his shaft across her tongue. I can't possibly take any more!

"Yeah…that's good, Trisha. Come on, take me all the way in, take me into your throat. I know you can."

Trisha let out a muffled moan, still gently rocking back and forth. His cock was so big, it was already too much – shoved up against her tongue, spreading her lips. But his hand was pushing and pushing, and Trisha knew she had to obey him. So she xxxxxx herself forward again, feeling the shaft slide even deeper, her stretched lips on fire, the back of her mouth involuntarily fighting back against the strange, massive invader. Come on…come on… She could feel his hardness, his thick shaft pressing up against her lips and her tongue, throbbing, stabbing against her throat. You can do it… Trisha xxxxxx herself forward again, holding her breath, and then…

"Ghhhhaaagh!!" Trisha went too far. Her throat convulsed. She yanked the dick out of her mouth, and a trail of her slobber followed it, dribbling onto the floor. The cheerleader's chest heaved as she gagged and coughed, trying to catch her breath, and she wiped her sloppy mouth with the back of her hand. Her stomach felt like it was about to flip over. Mr. Braun let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah! That's it, Trisha, you nasty little girl! Gag on my big dick! Yeah…my dick's so big that it chokes even a slutty cheerleader like you, huh?

Trisha looked up through her gagging at his excited face. Somehow, her teacher had transformed from the stuttering, red-faced man into a horny, frenzied creature, wild with enjoyment at getting head from a cute teenager. Egg him on, she told herself, . Tell him what he wants to hear. "Ooo, Mr. Braun…God, your dick is huge! I've never had trouble before, but yours is just too big for my little mouth!" As she talked, the same, shameful thought as before crept into her head: Why is it so easy for me to talk dirty to him? I can't believe I'm doing this…

"Yeah, Trisha, yeah…take that cock back in."

The cheerleader did as she was told, grasping his slippery dick in her hand, guiding him into her mouth. She felt his slobbery shaft once again against her tongue, pressing down on it, forcing her lips open. Back and back it went, wet and slick, deep in her mouth, up against her throat, and…

"Agghhh!!" Trisha choked again, her coughs muffled against his dick, her eyes beginning to tear up as her gag reflex kicked in. This time, though, Mr. Braun didn't let her pull him out. His hand was firmly on the back of her head, and he guided her back down, forcing the cock into her mouth. Trisha let out a loud moan of protest, but it was stifled by his dick, and her crazed teacher took it as one of arousal.

"Yeah, you nasty girl! You just keep gagging on that cock!"

Trisha let him guide her mouth down on his dick, still jacking him off with her hand, her lips tightly locked over his soaked shaft as he firmly drove her forward. No, too far, she thought frantically, too far! She gagged again, her eyes watery and red, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to take a breath through her nose. But her choking only seemed to spur Mr. Braun on, and she felt his hand tighten on her head, gripping her by the hair, pushing her down. Her chest and her shoulders heaved as she choked again, her throat screaming out in protest as her teacher shoved his dick down it. Gurgled, slobbery moans slipped out of her lips as the cheerleader tried her best to accommodate him, opening her mouth wider then she thought possible. She could feel the heat of his throbbing meat piercing inside her, stuffed against the insides of her cheek, fucking deep. She gasped for breath as he thrust into her.

"Yeah…yeah…"

Once again, he thrust too hard, and Trisha couldn't take it anymore. She wrenched her head away from his grip, his cock sliding out of her lips with a loud smack, and lowered her head as she was overtaken by a fit of coughs and gags. A stream of drool dribbled onto the floor.

"Mmm…that's it, Trisha…gag on my cock."

Finally, as she struggled for breath, the cheerleader looked back up, her eyes teary and red, her lips and chin covered by a thick coat of slobber, her cheeks flushed. Her voice was soft as she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, one hand still on his rock-hard meat.

"Mr. Braun…Joe…please…won't you give me an A for this test?"

Mr. Braun nodded without even pausing. "Yeah, yeah no problem Trisha…just take me back in your mouth…ooh yeah…"

Trisha nodded, and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She slipped the tip of his dick back into her drool-coated lips, letting his hand firmly shove her down on it. She had gotten what she wanted: an A. Now she just had to finish him off. For some reason, that thought seemed to relax her. Her body had been extremely tense, she realized, her adrenaline raging, her heart pumping. Every second, she had been afraid that something would go wrong, but now…he had promised her an A. She had gotten what she needed from him.

Mr. Braun had both hands on the back of her head now, guiding her in, gently thrusting with his hips. Trisha kept gasping and slurping, trying her best to keep up with Mr. Braun's massive, pistoning tool. She gagged several more times, her eyes teary, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath after each gag, her mouth stuffed with his dick the entire time. Saliva poured out of her lips, puddling on the floor. But Mr. Braun didn't let her stop, and Trisha didn't resist. Back and forth, she plunged her lips down his shaft. The cheerleader moaned, muffled and soft, locking her lips around him and letting them slide against his slick, throbbing flesh.

"Oooh, yeah…shove it down your throat, baby, shove it down."

Trisha's wet eyes were closed as he slid into her, but a few moments later, she opened them in shock. His dick was deep in her throat, far down, mashed against her tongue and her lips…and she wasn't choking! She was deepthroating him! Trisha felt like cheering, but since she couldn't, she placed her hands on Mr. Braun's exposed thighs instead, and began to rock her head back and forth, bobbing enthusiastically, feeling his shaft slide deep into her mouth.

"Holy shit…yeah Trisha…that's it…"

A few more times, the cheerleader gagged, but she was quickly getting the hang of it. It was a matter of relaxing her throat; she had to open it up and let the cock slide gently down rather than clenching it closed and trying to force it in. Slowly, she rocked her head against his hips, taking him in, deeper and deeper, moaning softly with the effort, her drool dribbling out of her lips and running down his shaft onto his balls. Trisha looked up at Mr. Braun, watching his flushed, clenched face, and couldn't help but feel a small thrill at how she was affecting him. He's in my control, she realized. I did this to him…I made him into this crazy, sweaty animal. Spurred on by the thought, she increased her rocking, jamming her face into his crotch, gripping his thighs as she plunged, watching his body tense as his dick slithered back and forth against her wet, tender lips. She slurped and gulped at his meat, delighted at the fact that she was no longer choking on him.

"Oh…oh, holy shit…" Mr. Braun's breathing was hoarse now, his entire body was tense. Trisha realized what was about to happen, and she kept up her eager bobbing, clamping down on his cock with her lips and her tongue, sucking gently. Her hands began to pull him forward, guiding his thighs towards her, letting him slide into her mouth and shimmy down her throat.

"Oh…oh shit! Oh fucking shit!" Like a crazed animal, Mr. Braun grabbed fistfuls of Trisha's hair in both of his hands. The cheerleader let out a muffled squeal of terror as he suddenly began to pound into her with vicious thrusts, using her mouth like a cunt, fucking her hard. Her gag reflex came back with a vengeance, and the cheerleader choked and heaved, tears streaming down her eyes, her cheeks stuffed and flushed and red. She moaned and whimpered in protest, but Mr. Braun didn't even hear her.

"Oh…oh fuck…oh holy shit!" Mr. Braun bucked his hips into her face, shoving his throbbing rod down her swollen throat. His hands wrenched her head back and forth, making her head spin and her hair helplessly flop in the air. She gurgled and coughed, drool spilling out of her lips. Desperately, she tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He kept plowing into her, hard and fast, choking her with his cock. I can't breathe…she thought frantically. Oh God, I can't breathe…

"FUUUCK!" Mr. Braun growled, and he yanked Trisha's head backwards, prompting another yelp of fright from the cheerleader. She was xxxxxx to look up at him, and she saw that he was frantically stroking his dick with one hand, while his other one was tightly buried in her hair, tugging her head backwards.

"Open your mouth, Trisha…" he panted. "Open your mouth…" Gasping and sputtering for breath, the cheerleader obeyed, parting her tired lips for him, staring up at his throbbing rod. Mr. Braun let out a loud groan and aimed, and then his cum spewed forth.

Trisha felt the streams shoot into her mouth, impacting against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, sliding down her throat, thick and gooey. His cock spasmed and twitched as it continued to spurt, load after warm load of white semen, deep into her mouth. Trisha wasn't prepared, and the cheerleader gagged on his cum, coughing as it slipped into her unwilling throat. She frantically swallowed it, and she could feel the hot seed slithering down her gullet. Mr. Braun's cum dribbled out of his dick, plopping onto her tongue and her lips. The cheerleader swallowed again. Finally, his groans died down. He leaned back into his chair, panting for breath. Trisha leaned forward and took the tip of his dick, glistening with his seed, into her mouth. Her teacher let out a ragged moan as she sucked gently, feeling his juices slide over her tongue. She leaned back, swishing the cum in her mouth, curiously letting it linger on her taste buds. Cum was supposed to taste bad, wasn't it? That's what all the girls always complained about, they said it was the worst part of giving a blowjob. Hmm, Trisha thought as she swallowed a third time. Actually…I kinda like it. It tasted good to her – mostly salty but also slightly sweet, a rich, completely unique taste.

Mr. Braun wiped his brow. "That's a good girl, Trisha. You've done a fantastic job on your extra credit."

At the sound of his voice, a wave of mortification and shame swept over the cheerleader, and she finally realized what she had just done. I just…I just gave a teacher a blowjob. Even worse, she had done it all just to get a good grade. Her anxieties came back, now, flooding her brain. I seduced him. I talked dirty to him, like a slut. And worst of all…I enjoyed his cum! I can't believe it! This isn't me! I'm a good girl…right?

Even with her mind racing, Trisha was careful to keep up the act. She confidently stood up, wiping her mouth, smiling down at him as he panted. "Thank you so much Mr. Braun. So do you think I'll get an A?"

Her teacher nodded wearily. "An A+, Trisha. Let me know if you ever want to do any extra credit again."

No way! Never again! The words screamed through the cheerleader's head, but she just smiled, winked at him, and nodded.

"Great job, girls! Nice hustle!"

Trisha wiped the sweat from her forehead as she walked into the girls' locker room. Cheerleading practice had been extra hard today. Even worse, on Wednesday the JV squad practiced in the middle of the day, which meant the girls had to move quickly in order to catch their next class. The sound of voices, slamming locker doors, and scuffling footsteps on the floor echoed through the room. Trisha reached her locker and opened it. As she pulled out her gym bag, Trisha glanced at herself in the mirror, eyeing her skimpy cheerleading uniform. When they were doing their routines, the uniform made sense – the skirt was short so that it wouldn't get caught on their legs, and the top had to be tight on their bodies so that it wouldn't slide down if they did cartwheels or flips. Once practice was over, however, Trisha couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The pleated miniskirt barely reached the tops of her thighs – if she had ever tried to leave the house in another skirt this length, her mother would have thrown a fit. The zip-up top hugged her body, accentuating every curve.

"Bye Trisha!" Her friend waved at her as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and left.

"Bye Amanda!"

And Trisha's body frame didn't exactly help matters, either. Trisha had always been a petite girl, barely over five feet, with a tapered, thin waist and slender legs. But despite her slight frame, Trisha had been blessed with an ample, full chest. It was a trait that she had secretly always been proud of, although of course, she would never think of admitting it out loud. 32C… she thought to herself cheerfully. And yet, whenever she wore her uniform, she wished that they weren't so big, that they didn't bulge out of her blouse and strain against the tight fabric. Trisha laughed at herself. I'm complaining about my boobs being too big? Geez, Trisha, get a grip. She pulled her regular clothes out of her gym bag and fished a scrunchie out of her purse. With one hand, she reached behind her head and pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail.

"Ugh, Coach Pennings kept us late again," the girl next to her complained, as she pulled her tank top down over her head. "Doesn't she know that we all have class right afterwards?"

Trisha nodded, rolling her dark brown eyes in agreement. "I know, it sucks. And I have AP History right after this, too."

The girl made a face. "Ooo, even worse. See you around, Trisha!" She had already finished changing and was hurrying off – her class was all the way across campus. Usually, the team walked out together, but in the middle of the day, they all raced off as soon as they could.

"Bye Lisa!" Trisha watched as the girl scampered out of the locker room. As the door swung open, another girl walked into the room, and everyone's head turned to look at her. She was the kind of girl that turned heads; absolutely stunning, tall and statuesque, with shimmering blue eyes and curly blonde hair that fell across her shoulders and down her back. It was Britney, the head cheerleader. She was getting ready for varsity practice, and she was talking loudly on her cell phone.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, opening her locker and unzipping her backpack. "Calm the fuck down, I've got it all organized. I did a little 'talking' with the football coach." There was a strange emphasis on the word 'talking,' and Trisha wondered who she was speaking to. Britney pulled her top over her head and bent over to shove her backpack into her locker.

Even though it was a bit inappropriate, Trisha stared as Britney bent over. The head cheerleader's body was more than envious; her legs were long and slim, looking faultless in the glaring light of the locker room. Despite her height, Britney's frame was impressively thin, and her slender chest and waist were emphasized by a pair of massive, bouncy breasts – a boob job, more than one girl had muttered at lunch.

And there was another reason why Britney always turned heads. Without a doubt, Britney was the class slut at Eisenhower High. New rumors flew through the halls daily about the latest guy – or guys – she had slept with. If nothing else, her outfit was always a clue. Trisha heard a girl behind her scoff as the head cheerleader's black, skin-tight miniskirt rode up her ass, exposing a bright red G-string. The top that Britney had just tossed into her locker was sheer and white, and the neckline plunged to her mid-chest. The JV cheerleaders continued their conversation, but a new, icy vibe had filled the room, as each girl kept a half-jealous, half-disapproving eye on Britney as she changed. Trisha watched as Britney carefully stepped out of her stiletto heels, pulled on her trainers, and tugged on her cheerleaders' blouse and skirt.

As soon as Britney left, still chatting on her cell phone, the talking started.

"What a slut…" That was Rachel, who had just closed her locker and was zipping up her backpack.

"I know." Trisha's friend Mandy had just put a hand on Trisha's shoulder to steady herself as she tugged on her shoes. "How can she even call that a skirt? She might as well be naked."

Trisha nodded, but inside she sighed. She wasn't the biggest fan of Britney's clothes either, but she wished that her friends would stop criticizing her every time she left the room. She was careful to laugh along with them when they made jokes at the head cheerleaders' expense, but she couldn't help feeling a bit guilty every time she did it. After all, Britney was a cheerleader too, and that put them on the same team, right? Why did they have to be so mean?

"Hey, slowpoke, get your butt moving." Mandy's voice jolted Trisha out of her thoughts. "You're going to be late for class."

Trisha smiled at her friend. "I know, I know. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow!" She waved as the rest of the girls filed out of the room, still talking about Britney, leaving Trisha alone to change.

She leaned down to start untying her shoes, still thinking about her friends. They were all like Trisha; good girls, who stayed out of trouble and always got A's or B's. Maybe that was why they were so critical of Britney. Still, they shouldn't be so catty. Why do they always have to judge Britney's every move? Maybe I should tell them that it makes me uncomfortable.

Lost in her thoughts, Trisha picked up her backpack, closed her locker, and started to walk towards the door. Her reflection caught her eye in the mirror, and good thing, too. She had been so busy thinking about Britney, she had completely forgotten that she still hadn't changed. I'm such a ditz, Trisha laughed at herself as she turned back around. As she turned, she couldn't help noticing that Britney had left her locker wide open. Trisha walked over to close it for her, and her eyes fell on Britney's open backpack. Something had caught her eye…something that Trisha had giggled about with her friends at sleepovers or lunch tables but had never actually seen or touched.

A dildo…Trisha stepped forward, curious. Making sure that she was still alone, the cheerleader slid a hand into Britney's open locker and pulled the dildo out. I can't believe Britney keeps a dildo in her backpack! It was huge; round and slick and fat, probably over a foot long. It was double-headed, too, each end shaped like the stiff tip of a dick. An unknown, exciting curiosity began to bubble up inside of her. Trisha was a pretty girl, and - although it was another thing she would never admit out loud – she knew it, too. But she was a wholesome pretty, a cute pretty. A good girl that good boys would proudly show off to their mothers, she thought, as she stared at the dildo. In comparison to, say, Britney – hot, slutty, and shameless – Trisha was squeaky clean, and as she had entered her senior year, she was starting to wonder if that was a good or bad thing. She had always steered clear of boys, even though many had shown interest in her, and now, she was beginning to regret it. I wonder what I'm missing out on… She was still holding onto the dildo, clutching it carefully as if it was a fascinating artifact.

What is it like, using one of these? Trisha wondered to herself, staring down at the massive toy. Does it really feel good? A strange feeling rose in her chest, and she didn't know why. She had never seen a sex toy in real life, but if she was completely honest with herself, this wasn't the first time that using a dildo had crossed her mind. She was so stressed, too; her grades in AP History were falling, and she hadn't even started on her college applications. And I still can't get over the fact that I'm the only senior who didn't make varsity cheerleading… That last thought sent a twinge of irritated frustration through Trisha, and it only fed the mysterious, growing feeling inside of her. Whatever it was, it was making Trisha feel like she had to burst, like something was desperately asking to be set free, begging to be released from its cage…

Nervously, Trisha dropped her bag on the floor and sat down on one of the locker room's benches, still holding the dildo. She ran her hand along its length, examining the slick, velvety surface. It smelled like a synthetic plastic, but the material itself was smooth and firm, slightly squishy in her fingertips. The cheerleader couldn't help herself; her curiosity was starting to overwhelm her, and the dildo in her hands suddenly seemed very arousing. But it's so huge…it would split me in two. Would it actually feel good?

One of Trisha's hands found its way between her slender thighs, slipping under her skirt, lightly caressing herself. It was only when she felt the dampness in her panties that Trisha realized what she was doing. Involuntarily, her body jolted slightly at the touch of her own fingers against her tender pussy lips. She was getting wetter, and again she wondered how the dildo would feel. What does it feel like, having something shoved inside me? Her body flushed slightly at the thought.

Trisha looked around the room, even though she already knew no one was there. Then, she lowered herself onto the bench, lying back, raising her legs into the air and spreading them. The entire scene felt like a dream, and some part of Trisha knew that this was crazy; it was dirty, she thought, and weird, and what if she got caught? But something else was overwhelming those worries, pushing them away. The dildo felt impossibly massive in her hand, but Trisha's curiosity spurred her on, exciting her and turning her on even more. Biting down on her bottom lip, she lifted the hem of her skirt and gently pulled her panties to the side, exposing her eager mound. She continued to rub herself, feeling her wetness coating her fingers, the heat of her horny pussy radiating through her hips. She was nervous. Taking a deep breath, she gently pressed the tip of the dildo into her.

"Ooooh…"

It felt like nothing Trisha had ever experienced before – something so big and fat, pressing against her, invading her petite pussy. It made her entire body tingle; with what, Trisha didn't entirely know. Anticipation? Fear? Part of her knew that there was no way anything that big could slide into her little twat, but another part was aching for it to, and her pussy was suddenly overtaken by a desperate, powerful need to be stretched and filled.

Her hand pressed harder, easing the tip of the cock into her. The cheerleader's body tensed and trembled as it penetrated her, slipping past her lips and into her canal. It's inside me, she thought to herself, her excitement growing. It's inside me!

Again she pressed, letting her juices lube up the plastic dick, gently sliding the thick toy inside, its velvety slickness burrowed against her canal. It was barely two inches in, and already Trisha felt like she was stuffed full. Her breathing was harder now, and her legs trembled in the air as she gently began to rock the toy inside of her.

The sensation of the dildo sliding in her cunt was completely new, and absolutely incredible. This feeling…it's unbelievable! It was stretching her open, rubbing against her. Jolt after jolt of subtle pleasure raced through her hips and her legs, making them twitch slightly. More…More…Oh God, I want more.

Trisha's hand eagerly guided the dildo further in, and each inch felt like a mile, the way that the pleasure grew; new, untouched flesh was being stretched and prodded and penetrated by the slick toy. Slowly, ever so gently, she began to fuck herself, sliding the dildo in and out. Trisha was whimpering now, feeling the heat of her tender pussy radiating out from her crotch, pulsing with each light thrust. She gripped the toy tight with both hands, spreading her legs wider to get better access, shuddering with pleasure as she felt each soft push inside of her.

Her mind filled with the same image that always came to her when she was masturbating – herself, in some empty room, fucking a stranger, some blank face, someone she didn't even know, someone she would never see again. The scenario always changed slightly: sometimes, she was being , weeping and clawing against fierce, painful hands. Sometimes, she was being gang-banged by two or three, or even four men, and they would all fight over who would get to take her first. But no matter the specifics, one fact remained true, one thing never failed to turn Trisha on: these men were always completely unfamiliar. In her mind, Trisha had never seen these men before, and yet she was eagerly sleeping with them, with absolutely no convictions, purely for impure, carnal pleasure. She didn't know why, but that image always turned her on more than anything else possible; it took her over the edge.

Trisha's body stiffened and she closed her eyes, giving in to her imagination, picturing the stranger and relishing the feel of the hard dildo. Driven by her horniness, her thrusts sped up, in and out and in again, her inexperienced pussy dripping as it stretched to accommodate the toy. Her hand plunged hard, driving the plastic dick in deeper, and every time Trisha's soft yelps of joy grew louder.

"Ahhh…oooh…oh my…oh my God…"

Trisha began to rock her hips on the bench, making it creak and groan, wrapping her desperate twat as tight and deep as possible around the toy. It felt like it was slicing through her, piercing her body and pounding all the way up into her gasping chest. Wow…this…this feeling…it's incredible…

The cheerleader's legs sprawled out in the air, her body rocking back and forth on the bench. Trisha's ponytail was dangling off the bench onto the floor, her boobs softly swayed on her chest with her efforts, her damp panties and pleated miniskirt hastily shoved aside to give herself better access to the thrusting dildo. Now, her legs and her hips bucked forward, and her hands were clamped down on the dildo, viciously pounding it into her pussy, and each plunge xxxxxx a squeal of pleasure out of her lungs.

"Oh! Oh my God! Ohhh!!"

Trisha let her back arch, shoving her heaving chest upwards, listening eagerly to the soft squelches of the dildo jamming in and out of her swollen twat. It was powering into her, penetrating her, splitting her in two and stuffing every inch of her flesh with its thickness. Ohhh….it's sooo deep!

"Ahhh! Ohhhh Goddd!!"

The bench was sliding on the floor now, rocked back and forth by Trisha's frenzied bucking, squeaking its protest against the locker room floor. Her entire body was thrown into fucking the dildo, her hands pounding it into her pussy with powerful thrusts, her hips jamming herself onto it, trying to engulf as much as possible, feeling it slide in and out of her aching pussy. She couldn't control her body anymore, and she wanted it to never stop…she wanted to be here forever. She humped and writhed with all her might, her legs pumping in the air, her boobs shaking and her hair flailing.

And now the man in her mind, the mysterious stranger of her fantasy, was fucking her too, doggy-style, his imaginary hands tightly gripping her ass as he xxxxxx himself into her, his non-descript face wound up tightly in an animalistic expression of furious pleasure. She pictured him grunting and growling as he plowed into her. He's not even an acquaintance, Trisha told herself as she bucked: just some unknown, random man off the street. Oooohh…yes!!!

In a frenzy, Trisha let go of the dildo with one hand now, still pumping herself with the other, and she frantically felt for her clit. It was swollen and erect, screaming out to be touched. With her soaked fingertips, Trisha gently began to rub, back and forth, up and down, tweaking the fleshy bump, and as the jolts of pleasure increased into waves, Trisha's frenzied squeals became yells and screams.

"AHHH!!! Oh my God!!!!"

The bench cracked and squealed in rhythm with Trisha's frantic, furious bucking. The dildo was a blur, plunging in and out of her mound. The flesh of her pussy was red and warm and swollen, eagerly accepting its every thrust, aching for it to return each time she slid it out of herself. Her hand was working fast too, rubbing her clit, her fingers firm and slippery against the warm, stiff nub. The imaginary man was cumming now, shooting his thick seed inside of her, and in her mind Trisha accepted it, gladly letting it fill her even though she didn't know who he was. The cheerleader heaved and rolled, bucked and rocked her hips against the fat dildo. Her tiny body was out of control now, a wild animal, lost to her pleasure. Her screams rang out through the locker room, and in between each scream she gasped for a ragged, short breath, before letting out another one. Just a stranger, she told herself, over and over, savoring the words and the images in her mind, feeling the familiar, heated rise in her body. She was almost there. A total stranger, and I let him cum inside of me, just a random stranger, fucking me, unknown, mysterious…

"OHHHH!! OH MY GODD!!!"

Like a wave on a beach, a single, massive jolt of pleasure crashed through Trisha, sending her into an uncontrolled spasm. Her orgasm raced through her, different than ever before, intense and searing and overwhelming. She let out scream after lung-shredding scream, her entire body jolting and rippling with the waves of pleasure, cascading across her quivering skin. Her hands kept fucking and rubbing, and her pussy was seizing and shuddering, clenching desperately down on the dildo, the powerful sensations radiating throughout the cheerleader's trembling body.

"Ohhhh GODDDD!!!" Trisha's mind went blank, her fantasy long forgotten, and for a moment she saw stars, and her body was lost in the gushing pleasure, savoring each twitch and spasm of her swollen pussy. Her flushed chest heaved up and down and her legs pumped wildly in the air as her climax surged, ripping through every inch of her. At last, her frenzied bucking began to slow, her legs and her back relaxed, and Trisha's earsplitting shrieks died down once more to soft moans. Gently, she rocked her body against the dildo, relishing every tender thrust, feeling her thrilled, exhausted pussy slide against the slick plastic. She continued like this for a moment, gently swaying, still fucking herself. Finally, she let her legs droop, her muscles easing up as she sagged against the bench.

"Wow…" Trisha let the soaked dildo drop onto the floor as she brought her dripping hands to her mouth. She paused to savor the smell of her excitement, then lightly, like a dazed animal, she licked each of her fingers clean. It was a move she had never done before, and she didn't know what made her do it this time, but the taste of her own juice and cum was wonderful – salty and tangy, lightly prickling her tongue as she licked. Trisha sat up and ran a hand through her tousled hair. She grinned at her face, flushed and red, in the mirror. Ha ha…Well, I guess now I know what a dildo is like!

"Whew!" Gingerly, on trembling legs, she stood up, placing a hand on the bench to steady herself. She gently slid her panties back over her sopping mound. Then, she began to slowly walk forward, shaky and unstable. She could feel the stickiness of her juices, all over her crotch, soaking her inner thighs. Her body gave one last shudder of joy as she bent over to pick up the soaked dildo, and she couldn't help but giggle in joy. I have to do this again, she thought, as she turned around to bring the dildo to the sink. Next time, after practice, before my class, I can –

Oh shit!

Trisha stopped mid-step, the soaked dildo still clenched in one hand. Her class! How could she have forgotten? Frantically, she checked the time. It had started fifteen minutes ago. Oh no!!! Panicking, Trisha threw the dripping dildo back into Britney's locker – there was no time to wash it. She grabbed her backpack and began to race out of the locker room, but stopped once more in front of the mirror as she desperately tried to decide if she should change. The blouse was hugged against her tiny frame and her firm breasts, straining to contain them. The cheerleading skirt was horribly slutty, she decided, barely covering her ass, tight and short. And her panties! Her panties were worst of all, already soaked through and damp with her juices and her cum. Her entire crotch was a sticky mess. She had to change, she had to! No…Trisha thought, helplessly. There's no time! Shouldering her backpack, leaving her school clothes in her gym bag, she flung open the door to the locker room and sprinted towards her class