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AnonyMPC here, still alive, with another Phil Phantom Tribute. For those who aren't familiar with these, my Phil Phantom Tributes are my attempt to honor, capture the style of and deal with themes by a prolific erotic author of days gone by. It's low characterization, high smut, and fast-paced, not much like my previous work but, hopefully, good for a good quick fap.
This one a special shoutout goes to Danaume, who provided some ideas involving the ending that I wound up liking and using.
"We really need you to do us a favor. Carlos and his dog are waiting in the playground. Let's go there, let him fuck your tight little cunt and cum inside while we stream it all live. It'd really help out the team." Those were not the words Peyton was expecting to hear in broad daylight in a public park, said to her, a tiny natural blonde freshman who was still sometimes mistaken for a middle schooler by those who didn't know her, and well-known to be saving all of her virginities by those who did, and what's more, said out loud and without any shame or expectation of offense taken, by the captain of the high school football team.
Just before it happened, Little blonde-haired Peyton was on her way home from her cheerleading practice, still wearing with pride the glittery blue-and-white outfit that bore her school's name, and taking her usual route through the park when she noticed a group of four boys from her school lurking by the exit to her street.
'Boys' was the word she might have used if she was talking to one of her friends or her parents, in the event that, as she somehow already sensed was going to happen, they wound up making her late. "Oh, I stopped to talk to some boys from school," she might say, although with her parents she might have said 'kids' just to leave it open that they might be girls and therefore nothing to worry about. But to Peyton's eyes, her heart, and a space between her thighs, these weren't boys, or kids, they were men, not just seniors but members of the varsity football team called the Predators, and who looked the part... muscle-bound hunks that dwarfed her or most other schoolgirls. Most of them were bigger than her father, mostly with darker skin, too, which would piss him off if she were alone with them almost as much as them being at least 3 years older than her, sometimes more. Some Predators were officially men, adults under the law, even, having reached their eighteenth birthday through having early birthdays or being held back for poor grades. The very prospect of walking into a group like that was intimidating, to most girls anyway.
But Peyton was a cheerleader, not yet head cheerleader but arguably (at least, enough that she did not think herself conceited for thinking it so) the star cheerleader on the freshman, or junior varsity team. Cheerleading required confidence. Besides, she knew all these guys, at least a little, even though they were seniors and Predators, that is, on the varsity team, they had school spirit in common and so the groups mingled. Some mingled in a way that was illegal, even with the Romeo and Juliet laws, and some even mingled in ways that were illegal no matter what age you were because animals were involved, but hey, the Predators got wild after a win. She'd never gotten wild with them, couldn't afford her reputation ruined or the retaliation of Mrs. Schumacher, the cheerleading coach, not if she wanted to pursue her cheerleading dreams all the way to college, but she'd had fun watching and knowing she was probably one step closer to head cheerleader when other girls did. Her near-perfect reputation even protected her, in her mind, because although lewd offers came with the territory of being a pretty girl, and got lewder and more frequent because she was a cheerleader, everyone at school knew where she stood and if anyone tried to push her past her boundaries there'd be hell to pay, and who'd want that when there were so many easier girls?
So, when they saw that she'd emerged from around a corner in a path, she had nothing to be intimidated by... these were peers. She shot them a dazzling smile, more dazzling than most because of the braces, just as a friendly smile in passing, then, noticed their change in posture, straightening, attentive to her, so prepared to give them a brief hello while going on her way. When she got close enough, the head quarterback, Dave, one of the few whites on the team, and one of those who was over eighteen, spoke first, "Hey, Peyton, just who we were looking for."
That was a little more than a passing hello she'd been expecting, but she liked the thought of them looking for her, and so she stopped. "What can I do for you boys?" she said sweetly, bracing herself for one of those come-ons, which she'd refuse of course but enjoy the thought of all night. She wasn't expecting one quite that lewd or forward, or, frankly, impersonal.
"We really need you to do us a favor. Carlos and his dog are waiting in the playground. Let's go there, let him fuck your tight little cunt and cum inside while we stream it all live. It'd really help out the team."
That got Peyton's head spinning. First, wondering whether the dog or Carlos was the one they were hoping would fuck her and cum inside. Each had their attractions and downsides at least in fantasy, not that the girl would admit to having fantasies like that... but somehow not being sure which was intended left her momentarily paralyzed to respond. What if she said "No way am I letting Carlos fuck me, I could get pregnant!" and they laughed because that implied she didn't have a problem fucking the dog, just Carlos? Or if she said, "Do you really expect me to be one of those girls that bends over and just lets a mutt hump me with his veiny dick?" and they meant Carlos but convinced themselves that she must have been fantasizing about bestiality in order to jump to that conclusion.
The moment of indecision was a fatal error, because in that moment Dave was able to take advantage of her stunned brain and direct her, with a firm hand on her back, to begin to take the side path towards the southwest playground, and her feet played along, taking steps in that direction, which seemed a lot like acceptance on her part. One of the other players also lifted the backpack she had slung off one shoulder, like he was being helpful, and because she instinctively shrugged it off as it was grabbed, it looked even more like she was voluntarily going along to the notorious playground to get publicly fucked by either a man or a dog.
The words finally did come, about a dozen steps along her new, alternative path, and she dug in her heels to stop her legs from taking the easy route that would lead to a hard outcome. "Whoa, there, you guys know me, you know I'm not one of those sluts who'd do something like that!" That, she figured covered both scenarios.
To their credit, the boys stopped pushing, although they did circle around her and Peyton couldn't help but think about how, if they just pushed down on her shoulders, she'd be on her knees and pretty much helpless if they got their cocks out and shoved them in her face and told her to suck, or do more than that. Other freshman girls had claimed to be forced by Predators, but until now she always assumed they were just lying for attention or to salvage their reputation... the guys on the team may have made offers before, but they always respected a no from Peyton, and the girls who claimed a forced attack were, after all, known for having easy-to-open legs. And they had enough girls who were willing that it was hard to imagine them resorting to forcing someone who wasn't. The football team might have been called the Predators, but she didn't think they actually were.
The two hands on her shoulders, from two different guys, made her start to rethink that. Sure, they remained light and with no pressure on her legs, but those legs were starting to get trembly without any help and she began to wonder what would happen if she fell to her knees on her own, would they just assume she was into it? Maybe that was how sluts got made, and head cheerleader dreams got dashed.
"We know you're not a slut," said Jamal, the dark hunk with his hand on her left shoulder. "But it would really help us out if you could become one. You gotta support the team."
"Yeah, be a team player," said the Hector, the guy on her right, the one who held her backpack. He was the youngest of the group, spikey black hair and a goatee that made his baby-face look a little less babyish, but he still had a boyish grin.
"You're a cheerleader, you got certain responsibilities." This was Sammy, behind her, also black, though a lighter shade than Jamal. He was pressing something hard that Peyton had to assume was a dick into her skirt and butt. She hoped it hadn't come out of his pants, like it sometimes did on the bus, because Mrs. Schumacher, the cheerleading coach was not kind to girls who got sexual fluids on the uniforms and that alone could ruin her head position dreams for a few months at least.
Dave, in front of her, took her chin in his hand and prevented her from looking back to see, then said in a cajoling voice, "It's just a dog cock." At least that answered that question. "It's nothing to be afraid of, it's totally safe. It can't get you pregnant or anything. And lots of girls love it, especially when the knot swells up."
"So find one of the girls that already loves it. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm still a virgin. Everywhere."
"So nobody's saying you gotta fuck us," Sammy said, pushing up against her adding weight to his words when he added, "I mean, we'd love to, but that's not the goal here. And everyone knows dogs don't count for virginity." Peyton's eyes widened, wondering if that was true. She'd certainly never heard that theory before, but then most of the girls who fucked dogs were already sluts, so it didn't really matter. She could see the argument, sort of, there was no chance for love or pregnancy so maybe dogs were just like a living sextoy. That opened up possibilities... not for doing it live on somebody's phone, of course, but maybe private experiments. She just needed to find a way to borrow a dog.
"Besides, it has to be you," Dave insisted, getting out of her way and sliding to her side, making Hector slide back beside Sammy. "Nobody else will do."
"Hey, you're a poet, and you don't know it!" Jamal said, and laughed.
Ignoring him, Dave went on, "Just come with us to the playground, hear us out."
"Oh, sure," Peyton said sarcastically, knowing of that playground's reputation. Even if the Predators normally played fair, they might make an exception in the southwest playground. "And once I get there you guys hold me down and force me to do what you want." Yet, even as she said this, she took steps forward, towards the playground where this anticipated dog rape might occur, instead of away. It was like she could feel the hopes of the group that she'd come along, so she did, at least for a few more steps. It must be that peer pressure she'd always been warned about but had never had trouble resisting before.
"Hey now," Jamal said, and when she looked up at him, suddenly the world turned upside down. Actually, she turned upside down. In one quick motion Dave had picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, legs dangling behind him. Jamal's hand clapped over her mouth before she could even think to scream. It was all done so smoothly, with perfect coordination on both of them, that it was like a well-rehearsed football play, and maybe it was, in addition to the hook/hitch, end-around, and off-tackles they went over thousands of times during practice, the football players also worked the "abduct and rape a cheerleader" play in their free time. Maybe Predators WASN'T just a name.
Well, this is it, she thought. I'm going to get taken to the park and forced to fuck a dog. Guess that's not my fault. I just hope it's as good as advertised.
Seconds later, she felt hands running up her dangling legs, pushing up the skirt part of her cheer uniform, and she began to think that maybe they wouldn't wait to get to the playground, they'd start the rape right here with a four-on-one gang-rape to prepare her holes. As a plan, she had to respect that, after all, she'd seen both Sammy's and Jamal's dicks on the bus, hard from a distance (and Jamal's close enough to smell freshman asshole on it on his way to the bus bathroom after he was no longer hard but still very intimidating). After those monsters forcibly stretched out her pussy lips she didn't think that she'd have much trouble with a dog cock. She yelled into Jamal's hand, because she knew it wouldn't make any difference, and they probably expected a little fight. They might respect her more after the rape for that.
The junior varsity cheer uniforms (at least, the ones worn in performance, and in training by the girls who weren't receiving punishment for having messed theirs up) had a skirt that was both longer and tighter than their varsity counterparts, for modesty's sake, and so it took some effort to push it up over her butt, but once the hands behind her did, modesty went out the window, and an electric shock seemed to go through her as a finger made contact with her slit... or, actually, with the blue cheerleading spanx just covering her pussy, but the difference didn't amount to much in feel, they were thin and it was a firm intrusion that made her muffled shouting turn into something more like a whiny moan.
As quickly as it started, it stopped, the finger disappeared, the hand came off her mouth (she didn't think to yell, and wasn't sure if she remained silent from surprise or disappointment), and then she was gently dropped back to her feet as though nothing had happened, although her uniform still was held up over her butt and required a bit of cautious smoothing to make herself modest again. "That was just to show you that we could easily rape you if that's what we were going to do," Dave said, in a half-crouch so he could look at her at eye level.
"And don't think we haven't thought about it," Sam pointed out.
"Sure," Dave agreed. "And if we were just thinking with our dicks here, we probably would, and send you home a cum-covered mess with gaping holes." Dave had a habit of putting images into Peyton's head that were both frightening and appealing, and the one of walking home bowlegged and naked, unable to hide the cum--or the places it had gone--from her parents locked itself in her head for later reconsideration. "But this isn't about us, we're here on a matter of school spirit, and you're an athlete just like us, so we're just going to ask you to come hear us out, and decide what you want to do from there." She took a moment to be impressed and appreciative that he respected cheerleaders enough to refer to them as athletes... some guys didn't. Dave must have thought she looked skeptical, though, because he added, "Promise. This just won't work if you're not willing, 100%. Ideally, we want to see your cunt visibly drooling before the dog cock penetrates it. We want... no, we need you to be a smiling, happy bitch while that mutt humps your brains out."
"Maybe say something," Sam suggested. "Like, 'I love being a doggy slut,' or maybe 'Fill me with your animal sperm.'"
"'I hope he fucks my ass next,'" Jamal suggested.
"Out of luck Jamal, Carlos told me his dog ain't gay!" Sam said, but it broke off into a laugh and everyone knew it was just a joke, though Jamal playfully punched Sam, and that broke some of the tension so even Peyton laughed.
"Ooh, ooh, I've got one!" Hector said, but before he could get it out, Dave waved a hand dismissively.
"Don't coach her guys, it should be whatever comes natural. If she decides to do it. Which she hasn't yet. And I wouldn't expect her to, until we've had a good chance to explain. She's a respectable girl after all." To Peyton, he said, softly, "So, what do you say, come to that playground with us, hear our pitch, maybe take a look at the dog cock, get over any fear you might have of it."
"I'm not afraid of dog cock," she said, then blushed bright red at how that sounded. "I just mean, it's disgusting but not scary. I mean, you've been asking very politely, so I'll come with you and let you try and explain why, but I'm telling you right now, I'm on track to be head cheerleader and the only way I'm letting a dog cock anywhere inside me is if you force me." Or if you somehow come up with a really, really good reason, she added mentally. She didn't say it out loud because she didn't want them to think she was an easy sell, they had to think she would only settle for the absolute best reason they had. Right at that moment, she couldn't even imagine what a good reason for a virgin girl to risk the reputation damage that would certainly come if she let a dog cum inside her on video, but there had to be one, otherwise they were just wasting everyone's time. It also occurred to her, belatedly, that just walking cheerfully to that playground with four guys could hurt her reputation almost as bad as actually doing something, which could only work in their favor, since without her reputation she didn't think she had any reason not to devote herself to the mindless pleasures of sex as she observed so many other girls doing. If everyone thought she was a hedonistic slut, why not get the benefits, after all, and that rumor might get started just by their destination.
The southwest playground was at least officially for kids, but as long as Peyton had lived it wasn't used by them, aside from the occasional daring and unsupervised kids who went without permission, or carefully orchestrated trips with parents, and either might or might not end with a ruined childhood depending on how lucky you were.
The problem was twofold, the second a consequence of the first. The playground was situated in a corner of the park dense with trees. It wasn't a forest by any means, but the trees that were there were large and thick with branches and perfectly positioned such that it was difficult to see anything going on inside the playground from the outside, while the reverse was easy. If you were doing something you shouldn't and you didn't want to be caught, you could post a lookout who'd see someone coming from a mile away, but if you were going there, you had to walk up the winding path to see if the swings and slide and plastic fort was bustling with kids, or if it was being used by teens as a spot to drink, do drugs, make out or fuck, or even if it was empty except for maybe a rapist lurking there waiting for a lonely victim. Even from the nearby apartments, the leaves made it impossible to see trouble either lurking or actually going on, and by-laws prevented anybody from cutting them down. All of that meant that few parents were willing to let their kids play there, especially when there was another, smaller but much more visible playground at the northeast corner of the park, which meant that the southwest corner, when it wasn't completely empty, was much more often being used as a fuck-spot and rapist perch. The fact that it was being avoided made it even more secluded and good for bad intentions, a vicious cycle that would certainly get tongues wagging about her being seen walking there. Maybe it would have been better to have been carried over the shoulder after all.
It wasn't unheard of to go there for innocent reasons, of course... it was just rare and risky. Peyton could count on one hand the number of times she'd been there... maybe three hands if you counted the occasional quick drive-by using the paths through it as a mildly-thrilling shortcut on a bike ride through the park. But only counting deliberate trips to the playground area, she remembered five. Twice were on group dares of one sort or another while Peyton and her friends were tweens, and both of those were busts, nothing unusual happening at all except a teen couple who quickly zipped up and moved away when they spotted kids approaching, and the other time the place was completely empty. They played on the swings just to say they had and weren't scared, and then went somewhere else because they really were scared somebody bad might show up. The danger was real... every so often a girl or woman would be found tied to something there after a night of rape, and those stories got around.
The other three times Peyton visited the park were years before that, before she even knew the place really was dangerous and that wasn't just another of the thousand things parents worried over. Those three times happened when Peyton was eight or nine, she'd gone under the supervision of her mother, who let Peyton play with her little sister for an hour while Mom cheated on her husband with whoever she found. It was only the second time that she started to figure out that was what was happening, when she left her little sister on the swing and circled around the playground equipment to the bench her mother waited at, only to find her still waiting there... face down on the bench, skirt up, legs dangling over the edge, body slamming into and being slammed into from behind by some man in a way that resembled the movies Daddy sometimes left open on his tablet. The guy, who she'd never seen before, smiled when he saw little Peyton, pulled back and revealed a glistening penis. He stroked up and down the length a few times, like he was displaying it just for her to see, then aimed it at back at her mother's rear and slammed it while Peyton watched. The memory of her mom biting her lip and moaning was particularly vivid, as the little girl got a good look with a mother who didn't open her eyes. She got a good enough look to see that it was definitely sex, but she didn't say anything because she didn't know if it was cheating or rape, and Mom hadn't seen her so she didn't say anything.
The next time at the park, their last time, it was two different men and Mom seemed like she didn't even try to hide it, the only way she kept her little sister from seeing her naked Mom sucking off a black guy while getting fucked by a white guy was by making sure they stayed on the see-saw with Hannah facing away, but Peyton saw, every time the seesaw went up, she saw her mom acting like a whore, or porn star, with a guy that wasn't Dad, and stayed watching even when her sister whined about being sick of the see-saw and wanting to go on the monkey-bars. But those would have given a clear view of what was going on, so she forced her sister to stay and every time she went up, one of the men, or Mom herself, began to wave at her. Even at that young age she was smart enough to realize that you don't wave while getting raped, and that probably meant that cheating's what Mom was doing the first time, too. That first visit to the park, Peyton didn't see any actual sex, she just noticed her mom was out of sight, called her name, and a few seconds later, just Mom's face peeked out from behind a tree, red and seemingly out of breath. She didn't think anything of it at the time, nor when it was finally time to go home, and Mom introduced them to the man, her new friend, who was also behind the tree with his dog, but now it made sense, and just like two plus two made four, one and one and one probably made three, even if you couldn't be sure of one of the ones. And three times makes a pattern and that pattern added up to her mom being a slut who was getting more and more bold. Peyton didn't want any part of that, so from then on she refused to go to that playground with her mom, or anyone else except when dared or just passing through.
Later, of course, she came to forgive her mother, realize that if she needed to cheat so bad that she'd risk her daughters safety taking them to a dangerous part of the park to do it then obviously it was something like a medical need, but back then she didn't know why the park was off-limits, how dangerous it was... she just thought her mother was a cheating whore and refused to give her an excuse to sneak out, or let her sister find out like she did.
Today, though, if Peyton's mom was to stop by the park, she'd probably think her dreams had come true and she was going to get in an ultimate gangbang or something, because it seemed like half the football team was there, enough that she could see a few of them from outside, just standing guard, keeping anyone who wasn't supposed to be at the southwest playground from coming in, and once she got past the guards, because she apparently was supposed to be there, she saw that there were even more Predators inside.
If it was an ultimate gangbang, it wasn't for Peyton, and it didn't seem to be for Peyton's mom either, who was nowhere in sight. But there were other women, a few, mostly teens but a few notably younger or older, all of them way outnumbered by the football team but definitely getting their attention with some kind of sexual display or act or another, from the sophomore girl masturbating at the top of the slide to the skirt-wearing pigtailed preteen riding on the lap of Brock Wilson who had his pants around his ankle while both of them rode the swing, face to face.
And there, standing in the sandpit, was Carlos, beside his dog, held on a leash as the park by-laws demanded (bestiality was not in those by-laws at all, but that was an oversight). He gave Peyton a big wave. Carlos, that is, his dog just looked up and wagged his tail like any other friendly dog seeing somebody new, as though he didn't realize they were trying to talk this one into being his human bitch.
They didn't go right for the dog, though, like she expected. Instead, Dave led her to the skeletal frame of a geodesic dome off to the side, and motioned for her to sit on one of the triangles, and he took the one next to her. He was large enough that he wasn't in danger of falling back into the dome, but she was, and had to brace herself. The other guys who walked with her there stood around nearby.
"You don't mind if I masturbate while I talk, do you?" Her eyes widened at the weird combination of boldness and respect. What a question to ask a girl you were trying to get to do something perverted for you. "Not for you, mind you." Peyton deflated, and followed his gaze towards the big-breasted woman riding a black receiver, her tits bouncing up and down and her face in an expression of ecstasy, then back to Dave. "It's just you gotta admit it's hot watching a married churchgoing soccer mom slut taking it raw from her son's former bullies..."
"Oh, is that Tim Pokorny's mom?" She craned her neck to look back in that direction again, but the woman's face was now obscured as another Predator had stepped over her and shoved his dick in her face, all she could see was his butt-cheeks clenching and his balls. It was a nice butt though. Nice balls, too.
"You've heard, then?"
"Just the rumor. That you used to beat him up and you made him ask his mom to be a team slut to get it to stop."
"No rumor, but don't feel bad for Tim, he had it coming, he used to use the n-word, and we don't support racists at our school. Luckily, his mom ain't racist at all, we have parties at her place when the old man isn't home, and every school day she gives a couple guys from the football team a ride home afterwards, doesn't care about color at all, and Tim's either gotta sit in the front seat while his mom makes a stop and spends an hour or so in the back promoting racial harmony, or walk home, which takes about an hour anyway."
"What does he choose?"
"He usually watches, even wipes her clean afterwards. Doesn't say shit about it anymore, which is good, cause if he got on his mom's case after all this, we might have gone through with Plan B."
"Plan B?"
"That's the idea we had where, after we got her hooked on young multiracial cocks, we told his mom that nobody on the team was going to fuck her anymore unless she asks us to start beating up her son again. But we're cool with Tim now... he's stopped using the n-word, except when a black guy tells him to...some of the guys get a kick out of making him ask his mom to ride that n-word cock, you know? And most importantly, he's never getting in the way of that pussy. So since he's being a good son, we decided against Plan B."
Peyton's mouth opened in a wide oval as she heard what Plan B was, and stayed that way while she watched Mrs. Pokorny's mouth doing the same around a cock now that the bodies had repositioned. When Peyton finally closed hers, she wondered aloud, "Do you really think she'd do that? Ask you to beat him up? She's his mother." It was wicked but somehow hot, too.
"Yeah, but if the choice is she asks us and we do it and keep fucking her, or she doesn't ask us and we stop fucking her and start beating him up anyway... easy decision to make, right?" That made a certain amount of sense to Peyton, but only if she really liked being treated like a piece of fuckmeat. As if reading her mind, he said, "Believe me, she loves what her life's turned into. She's fucked Carlos' dog too, by the way, and it was her idea."
"So why don't you get her to do it now for whatever you need to do? Why do you need me for?"
"For a number of reasons. I'll get to that. Besides, dog cum's acidic and a natural contraceptive, and we're breeding Janice--Mrs. Pokorny--today, so no dog cum for her until she passes a pregnancy test."
"You're actually trying to get her pregnant?" She'd thought he was just turned on by the risk, like they said in health class, contraceptives were never 100%... though she filed away the information about dog cum which they never brought up. She didn't plan to be a virgin forever, after all, just to college at least. "Isn't that a little extreme? What if the baby's not white? Won't her husband like, go insane?"
"That's kinda the point... payback. We might be cool with Tim, but Mr. Pokorny's the one who taught him and we finally convinced Janice to stop her pills a few weeks ago and humiliate him with a biracial baby. Obviously that leaves me out... well, actually, I can't join in because my job's getting you on board for the livestreamed dog fuck... but it's still a pretty hot thought, and impregnation's one of my big kinks, so I would like to get a stroke going and maybe take some of the pressure off with a good cum..." She'd forgotten this conversation started with him asking her permission to masturbate. "But only if you don't mind. I wouldn't want to offend you and screw up my chances here by just whipping out my cock and going at it without asking, it'd be disrespectful."
It was strange, him being so polite while asking such lewd things, it made her want to agree to almost anything just because he was being so reasonable... and this, well, there were other reasons too. She'd seen cocks before, usually from a short distance, but never his cock, and he was a captain of the team with a great reputation. If he'd asked her if she wanted to see his cock she'd have to say no, but since he just asked if she minded, she could be cool about it and let him do what he needed. "No, be my guest, just make sure you don't get any on me." Something made her add, "Or at least my uniform."
He grinned, leaned back, and unzipped. "Don't worry, I'll be careful, I know how your coach gets."
Peyton watched as he pulled his meat out, looking as it did like some kind of floppy sausage with balls attached, then whipped it casually back and forth, and with each flick, it seemed to get less floppy and bigger. It must have been at least nine inches, and a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, with a head that glistened like it was covered with some kind of delicious icing glaze. The sight was now more fascinating than Tim's mom possibly getting pregnant, and part of her wished she could pull her skirt up and her spanx aside and start masturbating too. Bad idea, she knew, both because it would tarnish her reputation and make her more likely to agree to this insane proposition. Instead, she kept up her side of the conversation to still seem cool, though her eyes were now locked on the rod and the fist slowly pumping it up and down, although she did spare a glance at the other guys to see if they were doing likewise. They weren't, so she said, "Then you should know why I can't do what you ask. Mrs. Schumacher goes crazy when you even get the uniform dirty, if I bring shame upon the cheer team by having sex with a dog on camera, I'll never get to be head cheerleader... hell, I'd probably never get to wear the regular uniform again."
"You'd be surprised. Your coach is cooler than you think, you just have to know how to handle her." Peyton had a hard time believing that. Woe be to anyone who said it in earshot, but all the girls agreed privately... Schumacher was a nazi with the uniform inspections. She regularly checked over every inch for stains that might be sexual or even just food-related but hard to remove. Even the spanx, if there was a suspicious wet spot she'd do what she called the 'nose test' to smell if it was just natural vaginal fluids or cum, getting a deep whiff from a long nose that pressed more firmly into the thin fabric than some of the inexperienced masturbators had gone, so deep that it pried labia beneath it apart. When she wasn't sure enough, she sometimes took a few licks as well.
And if you failed, had messed up your uniform or were judged to have harmed the reputation of the junior varsity cheer team, you had to remove the whole uniform right there in front of everyone, because you were temporarily but immediately off the team, at least the regular team who got to perform at games, and banished to second string practices. There, you could eventually earn your place back on the main squad with good behavior, but had to do it in the skimpy backup uniform, the all white ones which were so cheap that they tended to become see-through with sweat and had skirts that were short enough that you were often flashing camel toe, sometimes transparent camel-toe after a long practice. Those practices were often held in odd hours or locations, too, like sharing a gym with middle schoolers in detention, a bunch of rowdy mostly boys cheering whenever anyone bent down, or just as the adult English language night classes were letting out, drawing a crowd and a lot of lewd comments in a variety of languages.
Her former best friend Laney got exiled there a month ago after the Coach gave her a nose test and after a few licks of confirmation revealed to the rest of the squad that Laney came to practice dripping semen. At the time, through tears of humiliation as she stripped naked in front of everybody to hand over the uniform she'd been banished from, Laney swore she hadn't done anything with any guy.... Peyton hadn't believed her--the coach had pointed out and demonstrated the lack of a hymen to the whole squad, after all--and their friendship hadn't been the same since... nor had Laney who had worn the uniform to school and didn't have a backup outfit, left to either call home and explain why she needed a ride or find her own way wearing only bra and panties and choosing the latter. Peyton wanted more than anything to avoid that fate, which is why she kept her virginities safe and always brought a change of clothes with her. Dave offered an intriguing other option. "We'll teach you, if you play bitch for us, and believe me, you'll never have to leave the first string team, hell, you might make head cheerleader even if your cheer uniform is always so covered in cum it glistens because you just took a pre-game bukkake from all the Predators."
"Which would be a great way raise team spirit by the way," Jamal added. "I mean, your cheers are nice, but that would motivate me more."
Peyton smirked. "I hope that wasn't your pitch, because..." She didn't finish, but the truth was, mostly because she didn't believe it. Mrs. Schumacher was too much of a hardass to be won over by any simple trick. She never played favorites as far as Peyton could tell, though sometimes she did the opposite, take a dislike to one girl or another and hound them until finally she found something wrong to punish them for. But she kept reminding even the current head cheerleader Cindy that she could be replaced at any moment. If there was a trick that would let Peyton claim that spot no matter what she did, then Cindy would be the one who'd already used it, and wouldn't be so worried about failing inspection that she wouldn't even be alone with her boyfriend within three days of a performance.
"No, you're a good girl, I don't think you'd fuck a dog just because you thought you'd get something out of it. I think you're going to fuck a dog because the school needs you to fuck a dog. Well, the athletics department needs you to, but that's the heart of the school."
"I thought we were the libido of the school," Sammy joked.
"The libido's not a body part," Jamal said. "We'd have to be, like, the balls of the school."
"The school's not a dude. I came inside too many times for the school to be a dude."
Jamal considered. "So the pussy of the school then?"
"That's Tim."
Jamal and Sammy both laughed at Hector's joke, and even Peyton joined in, but Dave seemed annoyed. "Guys!" he said. "Would you go join in on Mrs. Pokorny or something and give us a second? I've got a lot riding on this, and I don't need you guys screwing it up. If I fuck it up, you'll get your chance to convince her."
"Sorry..."
As they wandered off, Peyton heard them talking about who the 'taint' of the school was, and when she couldn't hear the options they decided, she looked back up to Dave, or at least his cock, which he'd gone back to lightly stroking. It didn't seem like he was trying very hard to cum, just keeping it hard, and maybe just using the whole thing as an excuse to let her look, as though that sight itself might help convince her. She had to admit, it was hard to look away.
"Sorry, where are my manners?" Dave said, suddenly seeming to notice Peyton's gaze. "If you want to masturbate too, you're more than welcome."
Peyton blushed and directed her gaze down to the ground. "Ummm, no thank you."
"You sure? It might help. I promise I won't look, at least if you don't want me to. Some girls are shy about rubbing their cunts."
"You're not," she said, and looked back up at him.
"Shy about rubbing cunts? Hell no. I'll rub yours if you want..." As she opened her mouth to answer, he said, "I know what you meant. But if you ask me, there's no sense of being shy. You start worrying too much about how you look, you're never going to go for it, on the field, or in life. I'm sure the same applies to cheer. The skirts you guys wear might not be too short, at least on the performing team, but if you move on to varsity cheerleading you're going to have to make jumps without worrying about the crowd looking up your skirt, hoping for a camel toe, right? That's what most of them are there for, and the best cheerleaders are the ones who lose their shame about it quick and play to the crowd or even arrange for their spanx to 'accidentally' slip over a lip or something. Now, it might seem like a big a jump to fucking a dog in front of a crowd, but once you make that jump, you'll be the boldest cheerleader. And the further you go in cheerleading the more you'll find being sexually open-minded is a benefit, not a downside. That's not my pitch either, by the way, that's just a side benefit. The cunt-rubbing offer is open, though."
All through Dave's rambling speech, Peyton eyes were on the steady rhythmic pumping of his hand on cock, almost hypnotic in its power, especially once beads of wetness started dripping out of the head, but he didn't seem to be cumming. She suddenly worried about what people would think if she was staring too hard at the cock for too long, and then another part of her pointed out that she was proving his point about being too concerned about what people thought, that maybe she should fuck a dog and get over that worry. The responsible, respectable part of her was still stronger, the part that knew that would not help her reach her dreams, but rather the opposite. So, she forced her eyes upwards, to Dave's face, and asked the first thing that came to mind, something he'd said when telling off his friends, something that stuck with her. "What do you mean you've got a lot riding on this?"
"Well, as I said, the team needs..."
"No, but you said they could try to convince me if you fail, so it must be something else." She suddenly got it. "You made a bet on this. You bet on whether you could convince me to do this." Predators were always making bets, often about whether they could deflower some virgin. This was merely a new wrinkle.
Dave grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sort of. See, when we discussed this in the locker room, we were split on how to approach it... you know, there's a lot of ways to get a girl to fuck a dog, including outright forcing her. With you, nobody wanted to do that... okay, that's a lie, a few wanted to, but it wasn't ideal for our ultimate goals. But there's dirty tricks, blackmail, bribery, reverse psychology, or a long seduction nudging you into dirtier and dirtier things a step at a time while you have no idea what we're really after. And I may be the captain of the team, but that's just for the game, off the field, we try and decide our major issues as a group. But still, I kind of stepped up and said that I could talk you into it, straight up, no tricks. I had it all worked out in my head when I said it... I mean, I'm probably totally screwing it up now..."
"No, you're doing fine..." she said, and then hurriedly added, "I mean, I'm here listening at least, right?"
"Yup, and that's something all right. Lot of the guys didn't think you'd even hear us out."
"So what do you get if you win?"
"I probably really am going to fuck up my chances up by telling you, but... well, you know how the football team works, right, with girlfriends?"
"'It's not cheating if it's with a Predator,'" she repeated the rumors she'd heard from other girls who were more promiscuous, some who had 'boyfriends' on the team. Supposedly it had been the rule forever, since before the team had changed its name from the Eagles years ago, after learning that Eagles were the most common high school team name in America. Back in the day, they had to be called the Screaming Eagles just to distinguish them from another school's Eagles that they played against regularly, got sick of the confusion and jokes from the other team about screaming like girls when they get spanked, and voted on a new team name, with Predators winning the vote by a significant margin, but the name change didn't change much about how they conducted themselves on or off the field.
The way it worked off the field was, in addition to a boyfriend who was practically school royalty, a girl dating a Predator got a limited right to sample other cocks without consequences, or mostly without consequences, since Predators preferred it raw and pregnancy was usually on the table if a girl wasn't taking responsibility on her own. They'd supposedly respect her wishes about fooling around, but not her boyfriend's, and even if she'd given a polite no a few times they'd still never cease in their attempts at a hard seduction either for individual acts of infidelity or by promoting all the benefits of becoming sort of a whole-team girlfriend, emotionally loyal to one but sexually serving the whole team equally, what they used to call a "Screaming Eagle Bitch" before the name change, now sometimes "Double-P Girl," with the double P's standing for "Premium Prey" or "Predator Pussy" or a dozen other things depending on who you asked. One Double-P Girl Peyton talked to on the bus to a game insisted it stood for "Phil Phantom," the girls named after a beloved but now deceased player from the Screaming Eagle Days who started the tradition, who she swore was also her illegitimate grandfather.
Not every girlfriend became a full Double-P Girl, but the potential held for all of them, and most played around with a few guys on the team other than their official boyfriends... because that was the real rule, that if a Predator's girlfriend fucked around, as long as it was within the team, her boyfriend wasn't allowed to get mad... of course, boyfriends sometimes did, but everyone had to pretend they didn't, or risk being ostracized from the team. If the guy gave either his girlfriend or whichever Predator fucked her shit over it, he'd find himself not invited to team events, or his girl quickly dating another team member and every Double-P Girl now willing to fuck every Predator but the whiny bitch. Being a team-player was the rule. If a Predator walked in on his girl riding their best friend's cock, he was expected to high five, kiss the girl on the cheek hello, offer them a drink, join in on a free hole, or generally act like it wasn't an act of cheating but, at worst, an inconvenience or a 'gotcha.' A guy's buddies showing up when he's trying to make a good impression on his date's family, two or three other Predators asking to talk to the girl for "just a minute" and leaving him alone with her parents while they have loud sex behind at most one closed door, that was a good 'gotcha.' So was knocking up a buddy's previously loyal girlfriend with a baby that looked nothing like him because they tricked her into riding on the team bus he wasn't on and then talked her into becoming a full-fledged Double-P Girl with a gangbang all the way home. All in fun when it was all in the team.
It went beyond the team, too, at least sort of. The Predators didn't respect anyone's girlfriends, really... they'd try to fuck whoever they found hot, and so plenty of girls who were dating guys in the chess club or band or just ordinary students developed the attitude of "it's not cheating with a Predator" and would fuck around, quietly or openly, without shame, or cover for each other, as long as it was with a member of the football team. Having your brainy girlfriend tutor a football player was a nightmare scenario for anyone not on the team because you always had to wonder if he was getting head as well as her brain. Then you were faced with a choice, act trusting, turn a blind eye to any late nights, mussed hair or suspicious stains, which might truly be innocent at first, and make her think it was okay if they weren't, or dump her on a suspicion, or make a jealous scene and risk getting dumped yourself and watch her try to become a Double-P Girl out of spite.
The Predators didn't care about any of this interpersonal drama themselves... whether these boyfriends got mad and dumped their girl, or if she made a promise to be loyal and true (regardless of if she'd been that way so far), Predators barely noticed, since if you were a guy and weren't a jock of some sort, you were barely on the radar. As long as he didn't do something stupid like attack the guy the girl spread her legs or ass or mouth for, Predators would just ignore his feelings and keep fucking his girl whenever the urge struck, or trying given the opportunity, and let the couple sort out their business between themselves. "You don't support the school, who gives a fuck about you," was the attitude, and supporting the school included being cool about lending your girlfriend to the team. Marching band guys got a little more consideration, because they at least played at the games. Their girlfriends weren't off-limits, but many of the guys on the team wouldn't pursue unless she was super hot... otherwise, they'd only do it if the girls offered themselves. Plenty did, from what Peyton heard. Some of the other sports teams got similar consideration, although there was a lot of athlete overlap, and theirs was a football town and football school first and foremost.
All of this was well-known to Peyton, but she didn't quite see how any of that applied to this situation though. It wasn't as though they could bet their girlfriends over it.
Dave explained, "See, I talk you into this and I get... well, we call it ball control, or a marker. It's basically the right to declare one girl protected from and by, the team. They won't do anything to her without my okay, and they'll watch out if somebody else does. She can't be turned into a Double-P Girl, even if she begs. They'll respect my wishes, for one girl. It's a rare and valuable privilege. Only other one on the team right now is Brock, over there uses it on his little sister, who's been trying to be a Double-P Girl since she was nine and found out what it was. And you wouldn't believe what he had to do to get it."
"And if you win," Peyton asked, her heart skipping a beat, because he said that it might fuck up his chances by telling her, which meant it had to involve her somehow, didn't it? "Do you have a sister?"
"Yeah, but she's older and there's not much worth protecting, she's had more Predator cocks inside her than I've seen in the showers. No, me, I've got my eye on a little blonde girl that I want to be sure that I've got the only chance to knock up." He grinned sheepishly and tugged on his hard dick. "Hey, I did say impregnation was a kink of mine."
"A little blonde girl like me?" she squeaked.
"A little blonde girl very much like you. If she'll have me."
Peyton swallowed a hard lump in her throat, then asked, "What if she doesn't want to get pregnant because she's too young for that?"
"I'm willing to wait, so long as I know the babies're going to be mine. My grandpa wants to make sure the family line and family money continues with the family name and I can't bear to lie to him and tell him I'm sure a baby's mine when I'm not. And I'm certainly not going to marry a girl who might pop out a baby who's the wrong color. I really need this exemption, Peyton, and I'm sure I could make it worth your while too."
It already was very appealing... it was like all the benefits of dating a guy on the football team without any of the downsides... the disposable nature of the girls, the widespread expectation that you're a slut. Hell, even her father might approve. He sometimes joked that she wasn't allowed to date, unless it was the next Peyton Manning (who she was named after) or Tom Brady, though she didn't know exactly how serious he was about those exceptions. She'd also overheard him telling a friend that if he caught the actual Peyton Manning with his cock buried in his daughter's ass he'd first ask for his autograph and then ask if he wouldn't mind pulling out and squirting it where it might produce a NFL hall-of-fame grandson, but then when he saw she was in the room he immediately stressed that he was "just kidding," and maybe it was the same with the joke about her dating rules.
Still, he loved football and held up the players as the ultimate examples in American manliness... well, at least the white ones. The black ones he accused of being overly political Black Lives Matters supporters... Peyton long knew that Daddy was a little bit racist too. But that wasn't a problem with Dave, he was white. And if Peyton presented a handsome, built young white man, a great football player, who seemed ready to one day marry her, and with money to boot, she had to imagine Daddy'd let them date. Sure it would be illegal because of the difference in their ages, but she thought he'd look the other way. He might even look the other way to sex in the house.
All she might have to do to get a perfect boyfriend is fuck a dog in front of everyone. An idea which just became a little more appealing.
But it would still fuck up her other dream of being head cheerleader. She couldn't say yes to that. Yet, anyway. What she could say was, "I don't think you messed up your chances to convince me. But I still don't think I can do what you want. And I still don't know how any of this is supposed to help the team."
"Let me lay it out for you. The Predators... we don't have the best offence. We're good, but not the best. Same with defense. Not the best kickers, either. I like to think our school has the best cheerleaders, but that might be my school spirit talking, since I know you haven't won any championships recently..."
It was the first thing he said this whole time that soured his chances at her fucking a dog for him. "Came closer than you," she snapped. Cheerleaders were never given the respect they deserved for their athletic talents.
His reaction smoothed things over, a little. "True enough, true enough. I just mean, the one thing that puts us head and shoulders above other teams is our morale. Our morale's the best in the state, maybe best in the country, especially lately. And because of that we're attracting better talent from nearby schools. The best players all wish they could go here, and some of them are finding ways to do it, because they want the life of a Predator. Take the team busses, for example. Envy of every other high schooler. And of course, cheerleaders benefit too."
The team drove to their away games, and special teambuilding trips, on two impressive deluxe luxury buses, with comfortable seats, tinted windows, lots of legroom, air-conditioning, WiFi, a movie projection system, and a bathroom. Between the two of them, there were more than enough seats for the team, so often guests or cheerleaders got to ride along, although they made sure to split each bus so half the team was on it. If the football team wasn't using it and other teams needed transportation for a solo gig it was usually granted, and sometimes other school groups were allowed to borrow one, but it was at the discretion of the team. Rumor had it the Forensic team got to use it once but only because the faculty adviser volunteered the girls to practice their oral arguments on the Predators and those arguments were very persuasive despite their mouths being full at the time.
Peyton wasn't sure if Dave meant other students were envious of the buses themselves, which certainly were impressive, or the other thing that set the bus apart from everyone else, the anything goes attitude that went on aboard. Each bus had a personal driver who officially functioned as chaperone, but the last time Peyton ever saw one of them lift a finger was when a girl in a front seat was giving a blowjob to one of the players, balked at the last second and caused a cum-splash on the windshield, which made the driver pull over and demand that if she's going to do that to make damn sure to swallow the load.
Peyton got most of her sex education on that bus in the months since her freshman year started, watching Predator girlfriends not-cheat or other guests, friends, and sometimes even teachers getting slutty and smutty and sticky. It was easy to go wild if you saw everyone else doing it and no one getting in trouble because nobody wanted to be the uncool person who told their parents that their English teacher ate out the sperm-filled pussy of a freshman cheerleader-wannabe, who was now never-gonna-be, but would probably wind up pregnant unless that tongue was really thorough. Or be the one who tattled on an unapproved detour to let everyone get milkshakes and burgers while they watched a girl who got teased with denied orgasms until she was willing to agree to take a dog cock in her ass.
The education that they got when they got to borrow the bus for cheerleader-only events was of a different kind, milder, like a fun mobile slumber party where the only adult supervision were just happy to watch and sometimes participate in the games of truth-or-dare. Those rides had girls swapping stories, walking around naked or nearly naked, sharing masturbation tips, demonstrating said tips on each other, but rarely getting anywhere more raunchy than a blowjob, which was almost always on the driver and after a lot of begging, since he had a strict schedule to keep and was usually the only cock on board. This was because none of the male cheerleaders were allowed on to ride along on such trips after an incident trying to replicate the famous Mentos and Coke experiment the very first time they were invited to use the then-new team bus. Which was proof that bus rides were not QUITE anything goes, and the extreme reaction to that slowed their realization of the blind eye approach to everything else, but since then the girls were still welcome to borrow it, but male cheerleaders had to ride with their parents, like some girls did by choice, or in a minivan driven by Coach Schumacher, which nobody wanted to.
But for all that the rides they shared with the Predators were raunchier, more girls participated when they were on their own, so it felt more daring to Peyton at least, who had dutifully avoided all invitations from the football players but considered anything with the cheer team just 'playing around.' A long tongue kiss with a squad mate, who didn't take that dare once or twice, or get a few useful masturbation tips demonstrated on each other sitting side by side? Only a few girls played with the driver, and only one took that unscheduled stop off at the glory hole on the way home from their regional championship. That was only because Darcy bet they'd win and backed it up by saying if they didn't, she'd spend twenty minutes at a glory hole sucking off anyone there. She was hoping her confidence in making that risky bet would motivate the team and it did... but another squad just had better moves and took the championship. Despite the disappointment at coming so close, they all watched her pay up without complaint, at least not until the aftermath... even though the girls all kept their vow not to tell anyone, Darcy was put on the probationary squad nonetheless because of a semen stain nobody noticed except their vigilant coach. Rumor had it one of the guys who anonymously shoved his cock in her mouth was also one of the adult night students and later recognized her at probationary practice from when he peeked through the hole before sticking his cock in. Rumor also had it that after seeing her, again, he offered her a ride home, and they now were dating, or at least fucking.
"Yes, we're all pretty fond of the team busses," Peyton agreed. "I still don't see how this relates to me, a dog, and an act I'm pretty sure is considered a sin." The preacher at their church seemed to bring it up an awful lot, along with other stuff teens got into. Video games, modern music, premarital sex and bestiality, two things Peyton knew were a lot of harmless fun, and two that others seemed to enjoy an awful lot. That made it hard to take the preacher seriously on the sin part, but it was still dirty and would ruin her rep and her dreams.
"You think those we got those buses for free? No, Peyton, the buses, the gas, the private drivers, all that shit's expensive. But we're happy to spend the money for team morale, which means school morale. But the budget has to come from somewhere, and it sure as hell doesn't come from the annual bake sale."
"I thought a lot of it was from alumni donations and parents."
"Officially, and some of them do donate an awful lot, but they do it because they know the team has the best chance of delivering the stuff they really want. Truth is, most of them don't give a fuck about sports. We do... we want to have the best team, the best school, and so we do what we need to do to get the donations to get the best equipment and recruit the best talent. And you know what people, especially geeks who didn't get enough in school, pay top dollar to get? Their dream porn scenes. Predators all gotta support their team, and the Predators' secret side business is smut. We make it, sell it, arrange it, often star in it... not gay porn, mostly, though there are a couple guys who have dabbled, but it's mostly girls who are in demand. But we only make so much off us and our girlfriends, even when we get our girls to do stuff on the side. To keep the school athletics department living in the style we're used to, we need more girls doing more stuff to make money. We need you, Peyton, or team morale's going to plummet, and without our top-rank morale, we'll fall apart."
"Oh, I see. You want me to fuck a dog and sell the video." It was an exciting thought, but... no way, no how, her momma didn't raise no fools... Peyton wasn't letting a video circulate that was going to come back to haunt her. "Well like I said, you'll have to find some other girl. If it's got to be someone who hasn't done it before..." and she could see how that might be more valuable, "I can maybe tell you some names of girls who said they were curious, but it isn't going to be me. Maybe I'd do it in private..." Oops, that was probably a wrong thing to admit, but since she had, she might as well look like it was intentional, "if it would win you your bet. I'd at least think about that, but the video is a deal-breaker."
"But it has to be you, and it has to be live streamed."
"What, you have some sort of special order for porn of me or something?"
"Of course we do. Does that surprise you? But really, that's not what this is about. Frankly, I don't think there's a girl in our school we don't have special orders for. Even the girls I personally think are unattractive, someone's willing to pay us to see them getting fucked by a guy, or a gang of guys, or a dog, or themselves..."
"Themselves?" That didn't make sense, until Peyton tossed it over a few times in her head. If the Predators made that happen... "Wouldn't that be prostitution?"
"Prostitution's just a fancy word for a live porn shoot. But sure, call 'em whores if you want, some of our buyers want young whores, to finally act out some experiences they feel they missed out on while they were focusing on good grades, and we try our best to make it happen. A special order's a special order, and as long as they're willing to pay, we try to serve up a good product. Every girl is somebody's type, you know, even Tandy with her muscular disorder and her wheelchair. And sometimes it's parents or uncles or siblings who want to see a family member take a cock up their ass, get pissed on, otherwise degraded and will pay a lot to see it happen... surprisingly common." Peyton found that hard to believe, but then a fantasy of taking out a special order on her little sister Hannah came unbidden to her mind, and she decided it wasn't so hard to believe after all. She wondered how many people she trusted wanted to watch her get fucked. "So yeah, there are plenty of special orders out for you. Not the absolute most, but certainly far more than Tandy... though she gets more than I'd have guessed since her face looks all weird. Maybe that's prejudiced of me to say. She does give a great sloppy blowjob."
"So, what makes me so special? Am I last on your list or something?" If even Tandy was doing it...
"No, you're not the only virgin in school. Most girls we get special orders for, we accept they're never gonna happen. Don't ask me why, but some girls just aren't wired that way, and plenty are just too scared of a bad reputation, and rape's just too risky mostly. You never know when a girl will run to some cop who isn't rooting for the team, so we only do those if the price is really high. We do more far more fake rapes than real rapes. If you're interested in being fake-raped on video, by the way, we do have a few orders you can help us fill... but we can talk about that after you fuck a dog. But most of our special orders we never get a chance to fill, and that's why we need your help. The truth is, we're barely breaking even these days with the team expenses, and we've got big plans that we need big bucks for, and you're the key to getting them. You getting fucked by a dog, in particular."
"I still can't figure out why. What, is someone offering big bucks for that scene? More than anyone else?" That was pretty flattering, if she were to be honest.
"There are people offering a good price to see you fucked by a dog, though not more than anyone else. I wouldn't even say big bucks, at least not nearly big enough to get us out of our problem. It's nothing to turn our nose up at, but it's really not about the people paying us directly for a dog sex video with you... I mean, we'll sell them all a video if you're okay with it but if it takes promising we won't sell the video to get that dog's cock inside of you, we'll do it."
This was getting interesting, as she couldn't think of any reason to make that offer. "So why does it have to be me?"
Dave made a face, and then looked at her with earnest hopeful eyes. "Can't you just trust me and fuck Carlos' dog on a livestream, no questions asked, to help out the team?"
"I'd like to..." Trust him, she meant, and blushed as she realized it probably sounded like she wanted to fuck that dog. "But I have to know, what's this about?"
He sighed, let go of his cock, which he had been casually stroking through the conversation, and let it dangle. "Fine. I might be screwing this up by telling you this, but... it's not really about you at all."
That was disappointing. "Then what's it about?"
"The example you set. See, dog fuck videos really are our best money, outside of maybe virgins. Highly requested, and we can resell them overseas like you wouldn't believe. Or at least we could if we had many of them. Nobody wants to do 'em. Well, not nobody. I'm sure you know a handful of girls at our school that have fucked dogs. And you know they never live it down. You girls can be merciless. Slut-shaming is 90% on you girls, guys love sluts. These days, even with the fun sexually adventurous girls, most of them don't even want to give a blowjob on camera for fear it'll give her that label. It's really putting a damper on team funds, and team morale. But you can change that. You're a role model."
"I don't think I'm that much of a role model," Peyton said, feeling flattered again nonetheless. "I mean, I don't think it's suddenly going to become cool to fuck dogs just because I do it. I'm just a freshman, older girls barely know I exist."
"Oh, that's true." She frowned. "I'm kidding. You're more known than you think, anyway. I mean, yeah, you're still a freshman, and so it's not like you're the queen of the school, but you're respected. You're a cheerleader, and a damn good one. And you're not an asshole, you're the kind of girl that guys want to knock up and girls are envious of without being resentful. Some girls want to fuck you too, I have it on good authority that the female faction of the Gay-Straight Alliance masturbate together to pictures someone took in a change room." She knew about those, didn't think it was a big deal as long as no boys saw them, and was just glad none of what happened on the bus got out, or the private tastes she sometimes gave to girls who joined the Gay-Straight Alliance thinking they were straight, but later confessed that they thought they might be bi after one of those masturbation sessions. That would be a huge betrayal of her trust. "You might keep your own legs shut, but you're not a prude about other people... you treat all the Double-P Girls like they're any other friend of yours, and when you say slut, everyone thinks it's a compliment, so nobody wants to bring you down. If you start fucking dogs, believe me, the school will take notice and nobody will think, 'Yes! That self-righteous bitch finally slipped up, let's ruin her life!' Instead they'll think, 'Hey, we've all got secret kinks, I'm not going to judge her.' And plenty will think, 'Hey, if Peyton likes it, maybe bestiality isn't so bad.' They won't all jump in to do it, but that's just stage one. See, you're neglecting the huge influence you have in the other direction."
"The other direction?" Boys?
It wasn't boys. "If we want to get donations really up, enough to keep the busses running, maybe even get a special off-campus playhouse the team can party in, we need a supply of middle school whores. That's always what held us back the most, the big score. We get one or two, here or there, sisters of Predators, or sisters of Double-P Girls, mostly, like the girl squirming all over Brock's cock over there, and a few other naturally baby whores we've already got working for us, but no broad penetration. Middle school girls are even more judgmental about sex than high school girls. You're our key to changing that."
"Really? I'm that big an influence on them?" Her last year at that school, actually last year, she barely noticed the younger girls. Sure, there was the usual hazing, trying to trick the youngest girls to go to the southwest playground in the park alone, but she didn't think many of them fell for it and beyond that they didn't really mean much to her. None of them ever tried to sit at the lunch table she and her friends had claimed, which might count as a sign of respect now that she actually thought about it.
"No. Most of them barely know who you are. But you're a huge influence on someone they look up to. What you are to the Freshmen girls? Your little sister is to all the middle school girls. What she's into is what's cool, whether it be crop tops or taking doggy cock."
Peyton felt a flash of anger. Of course her little sister Hannah outshined her even in popularity at school. It wasn't like she didn't know. Hannah shared Peyton's blonde hair and bubbly attitude, but got better grades, had perfect teeth with no braces, and was all-around cuter. At home she got away with anything she wanted just with a wide-eyed smile or batted eyelashes. It was a wonder she wasn't a spoiled brat, but no, she was even disgustingly nice to Peyton so she felt guilty about being mad when she lost out. What really hurt was Daddy, who seemed to dote on Hannah and snuggled with her on the couch and with Peyton had become distant in the last couple years. Peyton could still get extra money or relief from a grounding or chores if she said pretty-please, but Dad always took her little sister's side in any arguments and it seemed like he made all her school events instead of only once in a while with Peyton, and that hurt. Mom at least was more even... she sided with Peyton in fights more if anything, but she knew it was just out of guilt because Peyton knew she was a cheating slut.
"So you only want me to fuck a dog because you think it'll make my sister fuck a dog?" She made a sour face.
Dave seemed to ignore it. "Which'll make other middle schoolers want to fuck a dog. And once a girl fucks a dog and everyone knows it, she stops worrying about people thinking she's a slut, and starts thinking about what benefits she can get from being one. It can happen to you too, and believe me, it'll change your life for the better and really help out the team."
"Okay, first of all, you're crazy if you think she'd do something like that..."
"Fucking a dog?"
"Yes, fucking a dog..." It was amazing how quickly that phrase rolled off the tongue now, and she wondered if they were deliberately trying to get her to say it so often just so it would seem more normal. It was working... she had to keep reminding herself that it wasn't normal. Peyton continued, "Just because I do it on camera. Secondly... she's my sister! She's twelve! And you want me to turn her into some slut so you can sell her and her friends to perverted old men? That's sick."
"Yeah, we do, and it is... but don't you want to see your perfect little sister taken down a peg? To have your parents not think of her as perfect?"
Wow, she thought, maybe we're soulmates. Because Dave's words spoke to Peyton's deepest, innermost self in a way she'd never admit even in her thoughts, until a handsome man said it and all she had to do was agree. Not that she actually would betray her sister for that petty satisfaction, probably, but hearing it aloud made Peyton want to do whatever she could to get the man who knew her innermost desires so well to be her boyfriend. That just happened to include fucking a dog so her sister would. Would that be wrong, if it was for true love between soulmates? "Maybe a little," she said answering both questions. "But still." Convince me, she tried to send with her eyes.
"And you're wrong, she'd totally do it. That's why we need you here now, and we need this all on video. She's at a friend's house right now waiting for the live stream to start so she can watch it happen. She doesn't believe YOU'D do it. She wants to, she wants to see you all sloppy and cumming on a canine cock, I think she really wants to try it herself, but she thinks you're too classy to, and more than anything she wants to be classy and cool like you."
Peyton's head spun. It sounded incredible, but... could it be true? "Maybe she wants to see it," Peyton allowed. "I could see her wanting to see me do something that perverted and messy." She thought some more about the idea and nodded. "Yeah, I can see her wanting to see me degraded and begging for more. It's a sibling rivalry thing. I'd want to see her like that, too." She blushed, realizing it was the wrong thing to admit, but another thing that was too late. "But it wouldn't inspire her to do it herself." If anything the opposite, it was what they called a vicarious thrill. She was master of riding that thrill. Watching other girls on the bus do perverted things... sure it also made her want to try, see what it really felt like instead of just imagining it, but at the same time it made it easier to say no to trying. Maybe her sister was the same way. "If anything, she's playing you. You're seriously overestimating how much influence I have on her. We fight all the time."
"Really? What do you fight about?"
"Oh, you know, sister things. She takes my stuff without permission, snooping around in my room, interfering with my plans, makes a nuisance of herself."
"So basically she's always in your hair?"
"Exactly!"
"Because she wants to be near you, doing the things you're doing. She gets good grades because she knows you did. She joined middle school cheer because you were on it. When you're around, she wants your attention any way she can get it. That's kind of my point. Most of the guys on the team think she's got a huge crush on you."
"A what?" She didn't know what was harder to believe, that the guys on the team had discussed it and came to that conclusion, or that it might be true. Now that Peyton thought about, a lot of their fights were about wanting Hannah to give her some space, even at embarrassing times like going to the bathroom or shaving pussy.
"A crush. Like we're not sure it's a romantic one, or even a sexual one... she might not rub her pussy every night to the thought of making out with you, or eating you out...though given some of the things we know, that's probably part of it. But she wants to be just like you. If you ask me, it's because you're the only one who she feels she has to earn affection from... everyone else heaps it on her, but you, she only it gets it when she behaves the way you want, so that makes her feel she's really deserved it."
"If she behaved the way I wanted, we wouldn't fight at all."
"She's still a kid, she's feeling her way through life, she'll make mistakes. And it's confusing and frustrating when the person who you idolize doesn't want you around."
Peyton rolled that thought around in her head. Idolization, maybe. Romantic or sexual crushes? Hard to believe. It was flattering, exciting even, and might explain a few things if it were true... but even allowing that big if, she wasn't sure it changed anything. It was still her annoying little sister, after all, the one she's had to look out for all her life... she loved Hannah, sure, but it was a sibling love, full of almost as much resentment as affection. And it was still ridiculous to think that Hannah'd fuck a dog just because she did. Or that she'd convince anyone to follow her. "Okay, clearly you've been taking your sports psychology sessions too seriously," she said. It was a thing the team had, a tutor who lectured them on ways to psyche out their opponents... and given their record, obviously not doing a very good job. This was probably more of that. "You're making a lot of guesses on top of other guesses and they've got you thinking the impossible. I mean, my relationship with my sister is not the key to unlocking middle school promiscuity."
"It's worked pretty well so far."
"What do you mean?"
Dave grinned at her. "You think we started with dog fucking? You think we pulled this theory out of thin air?" He shook his head. "Right now, anyone who's anyone in the middle school eats pussy. Girls at least, although boys are catching on. It's just a thing friends do. That's how we found out about it, and we asked around, and guess what? Your little sister taught her friends that that was what cool people in high school did. Cool people like you."
"What? I don't know what you heard, but I've never..."
"Stuck your tongue in a pussy? Yeah, we know. Or at least, we don't know anyone reliable who says it. We know some girl-girl fun goes down when you guys borrow the bus, but you've kept yourself to kisses and fingers, innocent stuff, never tasted pussy yourself. But we've also heard that when it's someone else's tongue and your pussy, you're a little more flexible."
She felt herself blush. "Those bitches! They promised to keep it quiet!"
"They? Well, well, well. We thought it was just one lucky girl." Now she blushed twice as hard. Now the secret was out... though, in truth, she suspected it was out already. After all, it probably wasn't coincidence that so many girls asked her to help them decide if they were gay. "Hey, I get it. I mean, I've never had to resort to it, but if I was horny enough and didn't have a girl willing to suck my cock, I probably would let a guy do it. It's just pleasure. Doesn't say anything about you."
"Well, someone was saying something about me. Who was the lucky girl?"
"That'd be Laney. She told your sister that you ate each other out, that it was what friends did, and got your sister to do it to her, and from there, it spread through her school. When we confronted her, she admitted what she did, that you'd never licked her back and she just was mad at you for not having her back when she got kicked off the team and that was why she tricked your sister. You'll be happy to know that your sister is apparently really, really good at licking pussy by the way. Everyone agrees. Laney says she's getting all the practice she can so she can impress you with her tonguework if you ever decide that she's not just a sister but also a friend."
"She wants to lick me?"
"So bad it must hurt. Any way she can get it. She's told Laney if you didn't want her to do it as a friend, she'd love to serve as your masturbation aid, or your clean-up crew if you ever get a boyfriend who cums inside of you. In fact, we're pretty well agreed, that if we wanted to get her to eat dog cum, we'd either have to get you to and let her watch you do it, or just get a dog to drop his load in your cunt and get you to offer your pussy for eating. So, you know, if you absolutely refuse to do it on camera, if you're willing to fuck Carlos' dog privately and let your sister eat you out when you get home, it'd still help the team a lot."
She shook her head. "I don't think so, she wouldn't really do it, she just talks big for Laney. Even if she thought she wanted to eat me out, the smell of cum would turn her right off." She'd smelled enough on the bus, and if she hadn't, she might have dared to try herself... the gross scent more than anything is what made it easy to decide to keep her mouth virginity, too.
"Hasn't so far. Yeah, don't look so surprised. Eating pussy isn't the only thing your sister's made popular... thanks to her desire to be like her big sister, there's a lowkey lunch hour glory hole service by the middle school."
"What? Okay, this time I'm being totally honest, I've never sucked a dick in my life! And you're saying my little sister has?"
"Several. And sucked the cum out of Laney's fresh-fucked pussy, but that came after. She likes watching a good fuck, and seems like watching gets her hungry."
If Dave was her boyfriend, and sex was okay, that could work out all right. But he wasn't... and there was a flaw in his argument, she'd never tasted cum. "So obviously, it's nothing to do with me, she's just, you know, slutty." She tried her best not to make it sound like an insult, since he'd just finished praising her for that.
"You know that girl Darcy, on your cheer team?" Peyton nodded, dazed by the sudden topic shift. The glory hole girl. Now a probationary cheerleader at the second-string practices. "When she's kneeling to suck a cock poking out of a wall, she looks an awful lot like you from the back."
Her mouth hung open. She remembered that night well... didn't know anyone filmed it, it was against the unspoken rule, but apparently somebody did, and somehow Peyton got the blame for it.
"Admittedly it was a dirty trick... I want you to know, I wasn't behind that, but it did prove our little theory. She wants to do what her big sister does. And the other girls want to do what she does. Or outdo her. The sixth-grade class president is organizing a blowjob buffet at her birthday party. A few of the Predators have invitations because, from that video, bigger is obviously better."
"I can't believe you did that. I don't want my sister thinking I sucked a cock out of a hole. And if that story somehow got around to my parents..."
"You know, that really won't be a worry if you fuck a dog..."
"That would make it even worse!"
"No, it'd make it even better! If people already think you're a slut, you might as well enjoy it, right? But the truth is, only middle schoolers believe it, and not even all of those. Even your sister's getting pretty suspicious of it."
"She is?"
"Yeah. Which is kind of why we've been pushing this so hard. The ones who fooled her? They fucked up. She was all excited about it at first, told all her friends, but now she's starting to think it was all a trick, that you really aren't the secret slut they've been painting you as. Now she's asking for proof of every story. Including the dog-fucking ones. And if she doesn't get it, well, the word will go out, that you're a prim and proper young lady who never does anything sexual, and Hannah will try to behave that way too, that that's the cool way to behave. And that's like, the worst thing that could happen. The blowjob buffet'll be cancelled, the new glory hole will end, and girl-girl sex might even go out of style. Worse... not only do we not get the middle school whores we've been counting on, but then in a couple years, they may become high school prudes. The team'll be royally fucked then. We might have moved on by then, but the team will always matter to us, school spirit is forever, you should understand that. How would we feel if we screwed up such a good thing? I know if I just let it happen without doing anything I could to stop it, I'd feel horrible. That's why we need your help, we need to show your sister that we weren't lying, so, please, Peyton, I'm begging you, for the sake of the team, will you please fuck a dog on camera and smile like it's the best thing ever? After that, you can go back to saving your virginity, at least until you meet the right guy, and if you do it well enough, before long everyone will believe it was just a nasty rumor that you fucked a dog in the park, except for your sister of course, and maybe the middle school, and us. We will never, ever forget what you did for us. The team would owe you a huge debt. And we've got pull, we could get you that head cheerleader position once you're eligible for varsity. Or any position you like."
It was surprisingly tempting. Seeing her baby sister turned into a dog-fucking whore... maybe she could even ask for a cut of the money they'd get, buy some stuff she wanted. A thrill went through her, but then immediately got pushed down. No, it was too scary to actually do that. You could never be sure a video like that wouldn't leak, spread around the school, get back to her parents. And besides, it was a dog. If fucking a dog was so fun everyone would do it, right? "Look, I just don't know if I can do that. I mean, if you need to trick my little sister into thinking I fucked a dog, sure, I can live with that... maybe you can tell her I did but wouldn't do it on camera. I'll even play along in private and let her lick my pussy and imagine it's full of doggy cum. But it's one thing to pretend, another thing to actually do it in front of everyone and have everyone know."
"Suspect, not know. You'd get the best of both worlds, everyone who thinks it's cool would think you've got a secret kinky side, and everyone who doesn't would think you've been horribly mistreated. But the dog-fucking has to be real, you can't fake that. Your sister would taste the lack of dog cum and call us all liars. Even with a weird taste, she might not believe us without video that the taste is doggy cum. We'll take it however far you want, but if you're going to go one step, might as well go all the way. If you're willing to let her eat you out, you might as well let the dog fuck you, and if you're going to do that, you might as well let your sister watch live from Laney's house. Oh, not to put any pressure on you, but... this might be your last chance to fuck a dog and get away with it."
Peyton smirked. Her dad was a salesman, and he told her one good way to get someone off the fence was to make them think the offer was going away if they didn't act now. "Oh, really?"
"Either this all blows up in our faces, or it doesn't. If it does, fucking dogs will stay the kind of kinky shit only real freaks get into. If we manage to salvage it, without you fucking a dog, then we're going to keep trying to make it trendy. We gotta. And if we do... well, let's just say, you'll have lost your chance to do it without being considered a bandwagon jumper. And you know how it goes in this town, with any bandwagon jumper, there's a cost to be paid." It was true, a friendly tradition, not just at the high school level but for the town as a whole, including sports at all levels... if you only supported the team when they were winning, the true fans embarrassed you for it. Fair-weather fans, the men, had to dress up in slutty cheerleader outfits to go to a game, or deliver their girlfriends, sisters, or mothers to the team for a gangbang before you'd be accepted. Women often had to get a team logo tattooed in a sensitive place, and flash it during the game, or streak, just to show you were really committed.
Peyton could imagine how that would apply to sex with animals. Just because 'Act now or risk missing out!' was a good sales technique didn't mean it wasn't also sometimes true. It worked for a reason. She wasn't sure she wanted to fuck a dog, ever, but she couldn't rule it out as she would have only hours ago. "And what's the cost?"
Dave's hand went back to work on his cock, which had faltered a little while he made his case but jumped as he related his view of the future. "We're thinking of giving new girls a choice after their first dog fuck, wear a collar and leash for a month, or get a paw-print tattoo on their ass with something like 'certified mutt slut.' If we find out they tried a little doggy sex without owning up to it--and believe me, we can tell, a well-trained dog can sense a human bitch--then we'll make 'em do both, make sure the paw print is high enough that they can't wear belly shirts, and then use the leash to parade them through the school naked at pep rallys. Don't think we can't do it, either. If we pull this off, we'll be rolling in dough, and the administration has promised they'll have our backs for virtually anything up to and including non-violent rapes on stage of sluts in denial. Not good girls like you, but good girls like you will have to be very careful not to fall. It'll be a divided school, between the kinky fucks and the respectable side. I guess it always was, but the difference is, there'll be fewer hypocrites about who is who, especially with dog fuckings, and the respectable girls are going to be an endangered species with the middle school sluts about to replace them and the kinky side getting even kinkier and having more fun and getting away with it. The girls who helped us start the dogfucking trend, they'll have plausible deniability, able to pretend to belong to both sides. Well, except the ones with videos out, but even then, only the kind of people who watch bestiality videos will know for sure and they'll consider it a good thing. If we do our job right everyone in town will know the girls who only did it to get popular with the kinky fucks. So if you have any inkling that you might want to try doggy sex, but you want to keep your reputation intact with your parents and college recruiters, it's really best you take the knot now."
It was a bold vision of the future... crazy, impossible, but so bold Peyton had to let Dave ramble on and listened to the whole thing with wide-eyed anticipation, almost believing that it could be true, and not just something he got excited about while he stroked his dick. It even sounded like a world she might want to be a part of, not as an out and open dog slut, at least probably, but as one of the girls who got to hold the leash of the bandwagon jumpers.
If only too many of her dreams didn't depend on not being a part of it. He was right about one thing, it always was a divided school, full of both Double-P Girls and girls who've taken a chastity pledge, and cheerleaders who were expected to at least not be caught being dirty. Peyton had gotten by so far being mostly on the truly respectable side and watching the kinky stuff going on under her nose. Gotten off to it, but mostly at home, and now she wished she was there so she could take care of the need all this talk had caused. Or at least get raped into something kinky, a good rape that would make it obvious to anyone that she was still choosing to be respectable, but sometimes you get the choice taken away. Maybe it didn't need to be quite so obvious to her little sister. She was starting to think it would be okay if Hannah thought it was done by choice. Was there any way they could force her down and put a dog on top of her and somehow let her prove afterwards she was forced into it? "Look, I wish you luck, and I want to support the team, but I don't know if I could do anything with a dog. At least, not by choice. I mean, it's a dog."
A dog that was headed her way, now, along with Carlos, holding the leash, and Jamal beside him. When they got close, Carlos said, "Hey, man, have you convinced her yet?"
"Not yet," Dave said. Not yet meant he still thought it was going to happen. She admired the confidence. Almost believed in it.
"What's the hold-up?" Jamal said. "If you can't seal the deal, give up on the prize and let someone else try. Lotta people waiting."
Dave shot him a scowl. "Look, this isn't one of your cock-addicted stoner girls with nothing to lose. She's a sweet girl who really wants to help us out but is afraid of crossing a line that can't be uncrossed. That's natural. She's never even sucked a cock, much less a dog cock. Hasn't really even seen it up close."
"Well, here's your chance, if you want," Carlos said. "To look, I mean. I guess you can suck too if that'll make you feel better."
"I'm not going to suck," Peyton said. "But I suppose it doesn't hurt to look." She stepped off her seat and drew close to the dog. Dave followed behind after putting his cock away, or at least leaving it tucked into the waistband of his boxers so his pants wouldn't fall down while he walked. The dog sure was a friendly fellow, wagging his tail eagerly and the moment she came near he was trying to smell her legs, trying because Carlos kept a hold of the leash and directed him to turn to the side. Peyton knelt and looked at the furry little protrusion, the part that she knew wasn't the whole thing but just indicated where it was. "So, how do you get it to come out?"
"You suck," Jamal suggested, but Dave hit him.
Carlos explained, "We've got him trained. Scratch him at the back, just at the base of his tail. Or pull up your skirt and let him smell your pussy. Either way will get him hard."
She shivered, imagining the second option, but went with the first, gave the dog a little scratch at the designated place. "He's cuter than I expected." She wasn't sure the breed, but looked like he had golden retriever in there somewhere, adding eager expressive eyes and floppy ears that softened what otherwise might be an intimidating beast. "What's his name?"
"Dameron, after the best Star Wars character. We call him Dam for short, though. And he prefers sexy to cute."
"I'm sorry, I just don't find dogs sexy at all. They're just...." But she watched, and scratched, as a long veiny pink cock started to emerge, and she forgot to finish with the word "cute." The cock wasn't cute. Or sexy. Compared to Dave's, it was downright ugly. But it was impressive, maybe more impressive, and it demanded attention, respect even.
"Now imagine that meat ramming inside your tight little pussy," she heard, a breathy whisper at her side. Jamal. And she couldn't help it, she did, imagined vividly, watching it disappear, even imagined what it'd look like to someone watching on a video. Damn good, it seemed to her. What she couldn't imagine was the feel, not exactly anyway, she'd never had anything that big inside of her, and the only thing she'd had inside of her that was warm and alive was a girl's finger or a tongue, much smaller. This felt like something that was part finger, part tongue, and a hell of a lot bigger than both of them put together. And it squirted, she assumed. She always wondered what it felt like, something squirting. Girls tongues didn't squirt... the closest was when one girl spit in her pussy, but that was mostly outside, not in. Peyton could try and imagine that, and the feel of being split apart by something that big and ugly, but it was too outside of her experience, especially when her imagination was already in overdrive, trying to speculate at so many other things... the belly fur against her ass, the paws on her body (she was stuck wondering, would they be on her back, or on her shoulders, or just beside her? Would the claws dig into her and hurt?), how much of the wild tongue Dam would use during sex. Trying to put all of that together into one mental picture? That was like a dream right after waking up, she could chase after wisps of it but never the whole thing. Peyton, with regret, decided that the only way she'd ever be able to really capture the whole experience in her head was by remembering it after she tried it out.
Which still wasn't an option. "I can't," she whined, and now she knew she sounded truly regretful. "I'm sorry, I'd love to help, but I haven't really done anything sexual with a person." The lesbian stuff didn't count. "I don't think I could do it with a dog."
"You can take baby steps, if you want," Dave suggested. "Just hold the dick. Or better yet, let him lick you for a while."
"He does love to lick pussy juice," Carlos pointed out. "The Dam bitches can't get enough of his long doggy tongue, either." He went on as though she asked, "That's what we call the girls Dam fucks on the regular, the Dam bitches. It's funny, you know?"
"Is that why you called him Dameron instead of Poe?"
"No, but my Uncle Guapo, everyone calls him Po, and he lives with us... it woulda been confusing. Besides, would you rather be a Poe Bitch or a Dam Bitch?"
"I guess if I had to choose, a Dam bitch," Peyton said, still watching the cock for a few seconds before looking up. "I know that's what you want to make me." He shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal. "And I can also figure out what you're thinking, if I do something like touch it, or have it lick me, well, then I'm halfway to being a Dam bitch. Even if I don't like him licking my pussy, everyone will know what I tried and I look almost as bad." She looked around, Carlos, Jamal, Dave, and Dameron were the only ones immediately nearby, but there were still lots of people casually watching and pretending they weren't. "Anyone here could have a camera."
"I've got a solution," Jamal said from behind her. "It'll help you make up your mind. Foolproof. But you have to promise to go through with it before I tell you."
That pulled Peyton out of her cock-trance, and to her feet, dusting off her knees, looking at Jamal which was safer than looking at a dog cock. "Right. I'm not going to fall for that."
"No, I swear, you won't have to touch the dog if you don't want to. But if you don't promise in advance, it doesn't work. If it involves touching Dameron, or anyone else, or even yourself, you can back out, but short of that, you have to agree to try what I say. Deal?"
Peyton looked at him, looked to Dave, who shrugged like he didn't have any idea what was going on. Now she was getting damn curious. "Okay, fine, deal. I promise."
"Okay, here's what you do. See that tube there?" He pointed to a piece of park equipment, one of those blue plastic tunnels that kids could crawl through. She nodded. "You and Dameron go in the tunnel for five minutes. We stay back. It's small enough that he can't mount you, but he could sure lick your cunt good."
She frowned. "You said..."
"I didn't say you had to. Just that he could if you wanted to pull up your skirt and let him. Nobody can say you're going to do that. You already agreed to go into the tube without knowing what it was. But you could." He took a breath, leaving her thinking about it, then continued. "It's like an experiment they taught us in science class, Schrodinger's Cat. Cat in the box, no one knows if it's alive or dead if they don't open it. Except this is Schrodinger's Pussy. You go in with the dog. None of us know if you got a twat full of dog tongue or he just licked your hand for five minutes."
"You could peek through the ends, though." Or one of the little holes in the side that let light in, though you'd have to get closer to see anything through those.
"Except why would we? That only helps us if you're going in there to get eaten out by a dog. Are you going there to get eaten out by a dog? Cause if you are, it would save us a lot of trouble if you just try it out here." She shook her head, but she wasn't sure if she was lying. "If you don't do anything, it's better if we don't look because if you're in there long enough, maybe you'll get curious and change your mind. And since you know it's better for us if we don't look, you have the option to change your mind and keep it a secret... you can do whatever you want. Are we in the universe where you secretly let a dog lick your cunt? Or are we in a universe where you were a good girl? We'll never know unless you tell us. Which I think means until then we're in both, under quantum theory, anyway."
"Geez, Jamal," Dave said. "That's fucking brilliant, man. If you know that quantum physics shit, why did you fail last year?"
He shrugged. "I flunked the finals on purpose, cause the girls in high school are more fun than college girls. And the team needed me on defense."
Dave nodded. "Right. Team comes first. Principle to live by, right?" They exchanged a fistbump.
She nodded too, distantly, thinking of what she would do, or not do, in the tube. Helping the team was what this was all about, and she'd just agreed to that principle by nodding, but that probably wasn't binding. What was binding was her time in the tube. She did promise Jamal, and it didn't involve touching Dam, or anyone else, or even herself, unless she wanted it to. "Okay, I'll go into the tube with Dam here, but the only thing he'll be licking is my hand."
The two crawled down into the tube, Peyton's mind racing with possibilities, but she decided going in that she was still going to be a good girl. Inside, it was a tight fit and she could only see Dam's head, not his cock, and that helped a lot. "Be a good doggy, Dameron, and don't get any ideas." It would be easy to let him just lick her hand... even easier to just let him lick her legs, but that was just because of the position she was in. If her legs were closed, there was no problem with him licking legs, right? So that's what she did.
For the first minute, anyway.
Nobody seemed to be peeking in. She was very attentive of that at first as she submitted to the dog tongue which was more ticklish than anything else. But a good kind of ticklish. Would it be such a big deal to open her legs a little? If only to get in a more comfortable position.
The licks went up her thighs and Dam pressed forward, pressing his advantage as though he could smell the dripping pussy. Well, why not? Peyton thought after about ten seconds of thigh licking. There still didn't seem to be anyone looking. No one would know for sure that she pulled up her cheerleader skirt and the spanx to the side.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned as the tongue lashed out into her virgin pussy for the first time. It was so long, not like another girl's tongue. This got her slit, clit, and even a little bit of asshole all in one lick. And he wasn't satisfied with one lick. Peyton soon realized her mistake, everyone would know if she was--"OH FUCK YEAH," getting licked in a sensitive spot, or several, by the words, or the wordless cry that followed when she felt the dog's tongue slip inside her hole instead of around it, the closest thing to a fuck yet even if it was just one wiggly thrust and withdrawal. "Good doggy," she breathed. "You are such a good doggy," and let him lick some more. "That's it boy... oh, yeah... " And then clapped one hand over her traitorous mouth. The other hand, that was at her crotch now, spreading the lips apart to give Dam better access, and rubbing incidentally to make it feel much better. But with the hand on her mouth... she still made noise, but it was moans barely muffled as a wonderful wormlike tongue performed magic on her and brought her closer and closer to...
"Okay, Dam, that's enough," she heard through a fog of pleasure in her head, and then a growl and the sounds of claws scraping along plastic as the doggy unwillingly pulled away from her, dragged by the leash.
"No, no," she whined automatically as her hand left its duties guarding her mouth a little too soon. "Come back, I need that tongue..." Not just the tongue either, a cold nose that sometimes snorted with surprising and unexpected force against her pussy that complemented his licking nicely. But Dam was retreating, and her words hung in the air. When the dog was out, it turned away showing his erect penis and then walked away casually, and at the end of the tunnel Peyton saw a circle of heads, Carlos, Jamal, Dave, and the male gym teacher all of whom were looking down the tube at her legs spread and pussy exposed, glistening with doggy saliva. Schrodinger's Pussy was open, and everyone knew the kind of slut that was there. The worst part was, she couldn't even claim to be tricked... they told her all she had to do was not let him do anything, and she did anyway.
Dave's head disappeared from one end, and she saw him reappear on the other side of the tunnel, offering her a hand to get out and to her feet. She did, and it was like emerging into another universe... a universe where she just begged for a dog to eat her out, and everyone knew. A ragged cheer came out of the men in that universe, at least the ones nearby but it felt like all the men in the universe, and she realized that many of them were seeing her pussy still exposed under her cheerleader suit.
She got herself decent, which wasn't exactly the best way to describe it, but she at least covered her pussy in something other than dog-slobber. "That didn't go like I planned," she said to Dave.
"It's okay. Honestly, we don't really know what happened. Maybe he didn't lick you. Maybe you were playing some really big trick on us." Dave shrugged. "But we'd still really like it if you let him fuck you."
Carlos added, "And if you really did want the tongue back inside you, the good thing about Dam is, after he cums, he's more than willing to lick up his own mess. Let him drop a load inside you and his tongue will be in there until we drag him away."
And now her pussy practically ached with longing at the suggestion. Not just Carlos', either, it started with what Dave said. Before, every time she heard a suggestion that she fuck a dog, there was a little twitch of taboo delight at the idea, but easy to ignore. Now, it was hard to ignore, it was like a shout in her head saying, "YES FUCK THAT DOG." The tongue was good, and she wanted more of that too, but her pussy was crying out for something longer and harder to push her over the edge, and she didn't care who it belonged to or if it was on camera. Maybe she even wanted it, wanted to be a known doggy slut, wanted her sister to see it and join her. Maybe that was the real trick, getting her so horny that maybe she could still say no, but she didn't want to anymore. That's where she was.
All she had to do was decide if that want outweighed every other want she had. Right now it was pretty close. Just needed a little push one way or the other. "Ummm... were you serious when you said you knew a way that I could do this and still make head cheerleader?"
"Absolutely," Dave promised. "As long as you're willing to eat a little pussy, it's no problem."
"Dude, don't give it away."
"Hey, I didn't say whose pussy." It made sense though, now, that it was her coach's. She made the big decisions... nobody figured her for a lesbian because she was married, but she could easily be bi. Some girls were, some women must be too. Peyton wasn't, still never saw the attraction of eating pussy, still seemed a little gross, but a little bit of ick seemed a small price to pay. "And there's no sense holding out on her, if she won't do this, she won't do that. If she's willing to cooperate this far, I think we owe her even if she doesn't fuck a dog on video for us."
"Does it have to be on video?" she asked, hoping for a yes rather than a no. She looked into Dave's eyes, trying to convince him to say that even if it wasn't true.
"No, we can try to let your sister eat the cum out of you. It might work. I only get my prize if it you do it while we live stream it, though. And I'm not going to take a girlfriend unless I can trust a Predator with her."
That left her with a decision she didn't want to make. If he'd said yes, it would have been an easy one, now it was going to be a hard one. She was going to fuck the dog, she knew then, she just had to decide on what version of the rest of her life she wanted more, the one where she kept it mostly a secret and had a shot still looking like a good girl to her family, school, and college, or the one where she risked tossing her reputation in the trash and took her chances. "And you say it'd help out the team more if I do it on the stream, right?"
"It would."
"Okay, then I'll do it."
Everyone smiled then, even Peyton, once she'd made the promise, it seemed to be a huge weight off her shoulders. They got right to it, too, as though afraid she would change her mind, but she didn't think she would, or could, change her mind. It was like Dave said, it was a line that couldn't be uncrossed, even agreeing to it, so they guided her to the sand pit to a round of applause and made get down on all fours, still in her uniform, but pulled up to her waist, and stared into one of the many smartphone cameras pointed at her with a dazzling smile. Only one of them was going to stream the feed her sister would supposedly be watching, she knew that, the others might be going other places or recorded permanently, and maybe permanently ruin those cheerleader dreams she'd tried so hard to preserve, at least unless Dave wasn't lying to her about how far a slut could go, but her heart was beating so fast--and her cunt screaming in time with it--that she didn't care. She was ready to throw the good girl act aside and become part of the kinky fuck half of the school, that was the team she was on, in her heart, and you gotta support your team, all the way, so she smiled into every camera she saw and said, "My name's Peyton and I'm about to let you watch me fucking a dog, because I love my school so much. Go Predators!"
This tale's growing long as it is, and no one wants to read about a tiny teenage blonde cheerleader actually getting fucked by a dog so...
Oh, you do?
Fine.
Little blonde fourteen-year-old Peyton wiggled her ass at Dameron, showed off a drooling and blushing pussy for anyone recording, let the dog take a few licks with the magic tongue that got her into this mess, and then before she knew it he'd hopped up and a long hard fleshy spear was poking up against her and soon after that splitting apart her tight virgin labia, possibly soon ex-virgin depending on whether you think dogs counted, although almost certainly ex-virgin within a few hours regardless. Dameron sank inside her, almost calmly at first, like she was any other bitch, then started a powerful animalistic humping that made Peyton's eyes roll up in her head as she was finally pushed over into her first orgasm of the night, despite the pain. She didn't feel the dog's paws or claws on her shoulder like she imagined, just, under the pleasurable and painful sensation of being split apart and the sound of her own moans, a constant awareness of soft fur. She managed to have another orgasm, screaming about how much she loved being a doggy slut, when the dog knotted, but that's really where fantasy works better than reality, since at that point he simply turned away from her, leaving the still large cock ending in an even larger knot inside her to dribble (not squirt) doggy cum into a (potentially) ex-virgin cunt, but the humping had stopped and so did a lot of fun. The fantasy of a girl to get knotted by a dog is a lot more exciting than the actuality, as unless a dog is really well trained, the fucking is over at that point and it's not really worth talking about. It's still fun to watch a little girl in that predicament, mind you, and by the time dog-fucking got to be a middle school trend they'd gotten better trained dogs, but that night Peyton just had to lie a little on camera, about how it was everything she dreamed of and a lot of fun and she'd absolutely do it again. It was fun, and she didn't rule out doing it again, it was just a bit of a letdown at the end, and she was pleased when the knot finally came loose leaving a flood of runny cum, so she could pose for pictures with her fingers in a peace sign and a pussy that no longer knew shame, at least for a while.
That was more worth talking about. Jamal was the first, and wanted his picture with her on her knees, spread because Dam's tongue was licking up his mess, and, while they posed but before the picture was taken, the Predator called a halt and dragged his cock out. "Here, why don't we take a better picture. Open up!"
She stared at a cock that was bigger than Dameron's, and a lot more appetizing, and the doggy tongue licking doggy cum out of her recently doggy-fucked pussy make the idea really appealing, but some shred of shame and dignity had returned and made her draw back at the suggestion. And also because she still knew cum would taste awful. Actually having a cock in her mouth always seemed pretty cool, just not to deal with the yucky mess, and she didn't think Jamal would settle for just a posed picture. "Uh, I said I'd have sex with a dog, I didn't say I'd do anything else."
Jamal shook his head sadly. "You'd fuck a dog but not suck my cock? It's because I'm black? Wow. That's blatantly racist." He waved his hand outward to the crowd. "Do you want the whole team to see you being racist? Or are you going to agree that Black Cocks Matter?"
Her dad told her that if she ever heard 'Black Lives Matter' to shout 'All Lives Matter.' She never did, but wondered if that applied to cocks, as well. That would seem like an offer to suck everyone here, and between orgasms she was starting to feel doubt and a nagging feeling that maybe she should try to limit the damage to her reputation. On the other hand, she didn't want to look racist, so maybe just sucking a black cock was better. Then, finally, she remembered she had a good reason, or at least a good excuse, she shouldn't do that, either. She looked around, saw Dave, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, hanging out with Sammy and a couple other team members a few feet away. "Well, Dave won me, right? So if he's my boyfriend, I can't suck your cock. I'd really love to, but it'd be cheating."
Jamal looked confused, and his smile faltered, then restored itself. "Oh yeah? You hear that Dave?"
Dave looked up, and Peyton thought he looked guilty for not being able to help out his team mate. That must have been why he said, "Yeah. And she's right, but... it's only cheating if I don't okay it right? And I gotta admit, if Jamal didn't help out with his idea, you might never have become a certified mutt slut. So, go ahead, suck him off. Set a good example for the middle school whores."
After saying she'd love to suck his cock, she could hardly change her mind when given permission, so she opened her mouth for the first ever dick that had gone inside, but not the last, or the last that night. Seemed like Dave was pretty liberal with what he'd allow his girlfriend to do, and All Cocks did matter.
At least she assumed Dave was liberal with his girlfriends, anyway. While she was struggling to fit her first big black cock into her mouth, Carlos finally pulled Dam away, sat on the bench next to Dave, threw his dog a treat from his pocket so he'd stop whining about missing his chance to lap up cum and pussy juice, and said, "So you going to break the news that the pretty blonde girl you were planning on calling dibs on is her little sister Hannah?"
Dave looked back at a little blonde star cheerleader giving up her oral virginity to a black cock, looking at him wide-eyed and seeking approval. He shot her a smile and a thumbs up, and said, too quietly for her to hear, "Eventually, but I don't want to shatter her illusions right away. I feel bad that she took it that way, and she really did a huge favor for the team, the least I can do is pretend to be interested in her for a few days. And we're probably going to need at least a week to get Hannah spreading the gospel of dog fucking, oral, and anal whoring through the middle school anyway before I lock her down and start trying to knock her up. Might as well keep my mark on Peyton until then just to be polite. Maybe I'll get lucky and get her pregnant before her dad makes a move. You did send her dog fucking video to him, right?"
"Yup. I'm sure he'll send the rest of the bounty after he finishes jacking off. Good job, man."
"Couldn't have done it without Dameron here. And Jamal, too. Hey, speaking of which, it's gonna take her forever to make him cum. Feel like going on a beer run?"
"Sounds good. Maybe we can pick up a few more girls, improve the ratio a bit. These girls are going to be worn out and stretched silly by the end of the night. Poor Mrs. Pokorny is already passed out and that fifth-grader Brock brought looks like she'd ready for bed time too."
"Good idea." Dave got up and took a few steps back to the sandpit. Peyton looked up at him, her mouth stretched halfway down Jamal's cock. "We're gonna go out for more beer and a few more girls. Until we get back, your mouth and ass are fair game for any Predator, okay?" She made a surprised noise, but it couldn't be understood with Jamal's cock in the way, so he just assumed the answer he wanted and gave a thumbs up. "That's my girl. Way to be a team-player!"
Maybe she hadn't intended to say yes, but she hadn't intended to say yes to dog fucking either. But she was a good cheerleader, on her way to becoming a head cheerleader, and all good cheerleaders know... you gotta support your team before anything else.
Hannah was a good cheerleader too, and seemed like a perfect girlfriend to Dave, at least for a while. But Dave did get a nasty surprise a few years later as his sweet underage wife, married at fourteen thanks to parental consent and a friendly judge, considering her pregnant condition at the time, finally delivered the baby and heir Dave's family had been waiting for. It was a difficult birth because of Hannah's size, and the baby needed some care, but a few hours later, Hannah was wheeled out and presented everyone in the waiting room Dave's son, a child with dark brown skin and nappy hair that no adult in either Dave's family or Hannah's had. In front of the wide-mouthed gasps of his parents, the new mother said, "Oops, sorry honey. You're probably mad, but I guess I might as well admit it now... I slipped up a few dozen times when I was fertile."
You should have been there to hear the way the family raged, including Dave himself. You'd think it was the end of the world, though to some in the family it was almost as bad, especially since a friendly nurse (and former Screaming Eagle Bitch) had read the writing on the wall and rushed Dave, the ostensible father, into signing the birth certificate before he saw the color of the baby's skin. A signed birth certificate mattered a lot in court even if paternity was disproven. Dave's hasty signature guaranteed the baby would carry his last name and almost guaranteed him a share of the family wealth or a lengthy court battle to prevent it. S'what he gets for not being in the delivery room, if you ask me. What is this, the nineteen-fifties?
In the middle of this storm of bad feelings, where she was being called a slut and a whore and far less polite things, Hannah calmly put a set of black lips to milk-swollen baby tits and said, "Look, if it makes you feel better, I promise it wasn't with a Predator. If I've got my timing right, it was probably with one of the guys on the Wildcats, maybe the quarterback... if this little guy looked Asian I'd have said chess club for sure. I mean, it still could be, there is that one black nerd in the club and I did fuck him an awful lot that week." Which prompted a renewed burst of outrage, because a black baby was bad enough, screwing someone from another school's team was even worse, but... he might be a chess club nerd's baby? The interracial bastard love child might not even be athletic!
To that, Hannah simply said, "Oh, come on, even if it's not quite what you wanted, you should be a good sport. If you need any tips on that, you can ask my sister." And smiled an icy smile that proved to everyone that this was planned, maybe for years, revenge for how Peyton, now a mother herself, got treated. Peyton really was a good sport about it all, now, but Hannah never forgot how bad her sister felt when Dave chose Hannah instead, and how Peyton regretted never achieving her dream to be a professional cheerleader. She didn't even get to cheer at college. The closest she got was a few months of the coveted varsity head cheerleader position before her own pregnancy put an end to her jumps and flips for good. That was when Hannah started fucking around exclusively with people of other races and without a condom. Dave learned this after shooing his family out, and asking, with a heartbroken face, why she did it. "Fair's fair, honey. You ruin my sister's dream, I ruin yours. Now your family name's a little bit muddy. Gotcha."
"Yeah, you got me all right, you cheating bitch," was the last thing Dave said before leaving the hospital to get drunk and contemplate how to explain it to his grandfather that not only is his second grandchild not white either, it's got his name. But the old man was in a nursing home because his memory was going anyway, and Dave wasn't dealing with anything lots of other Predators hadn't already, and he didn't want to be called racist by his former teammates for throwing out a black baby, so he eventually would come around to forgiving the girl, and being a good father, once the hurt died down. Personally, I think he shouldn't have been at all surprised. His wife was following the same rules he lived by, you gotta support your team, back them up when they need it, and put them before anyone else, and after all the times he watched his wife at her sister's pussy, he should have known better than anyone that Hannah had always been, and always would be, Team Peyton.
The End
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