tagFirst TimeGood Girl vs. Slut Ch. 01

Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 01

byHiddenDevil_©

***All characters are over 18***

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"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 raped, 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 forced 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 forced 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!

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