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Revenge of a Goddess, Part VIII By Limbo's Mistress Chapter Fifteen I didn't move from my spot on the stool for several minutes. All I could do was sit there, paralyzed with shock while the images from seconds before continued to swirl around and around in my brain. Sections of my mind, deep in the recesses, attempted to remain in denial about this new revelation. However, the core part of me, the main part, had already moved on to the acceptance stage. I was horny for my father. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly the case. Sure, my nipples were so hard they were practically tearing through my bra and ached with the need to be pinched. And squeezed. And sucked. Not to mention the underwear beneath my spankies was practically soaked with a hot wetness that simply reeked of carnal lust. I was going to have to change them. For the second time today. I climbed off the stool and started walking toward the door that led to the staircase. My legs trembled wildly. Not from fear or anxiety, but from desirous excitement. It was the same feeling I'd had as I'd happily strolled to the principal's office this morning. Just a short stroll that would end with a banging surprise. At least this time I didn't feel the urge to put on a fresh coat of lipstick. Though I might have to after. I climbed the stairs one at a time, feeling the heat between my legs continue to smolder with each step. If not for the super-tight, dampness-resistant nature of the cheer pants, I was sure I'd be leaving a trail of lust juice on the carpet behind me. At the top, instead of turning left to go toward my room, I turned right, heading in the direction of the sound of running water. The door at the end of the hall was slightly ajar, cracked open just enough to provide an inviting temptation. I chewed on my lower lip as I pushed it open. Part of me expected to find Daddy in the room, performing some pre-shower task. He would ask me what I needed and I would be forced to tell him. However, the room was devoid of any sexy parental units. Slowly, I stalked toward the bathroom. The door there was also partially open, letting great clouds of steam roll out into the bedroom. Placing my hand on the knob, I pushed it open gradually. The thick steam fog hung in the air, turning the bathroom into something resembling a Dickens-inspired London alley. Though the billowing clouds, I could see the shower stall on the other side of the room, right next to the giant tub I'd soaked in a few nights previously. The glass of the shower was semi-frosted, allowing me to see the man inside, but without a great amount of detail. Of course, I didn't need a clear view of him. Our backyard had a large in-ground pool, and I had seen my father shirtless plenty of times. I was incredibly aware of how broad and muscular he was. How thick and strong. He had his back to me, letting the spray hit him across the shoulders. I remained in the doorway, not willing to risk venturing any further into the room. If he turned around now, the odds of him noticing me before I exited were slim. Any closer, and he would most certainly notice. I put my back against the doorframe, pressing my hips outward. Almost on their own, one of my hands grabbed the hem of cheer skirt and lifted it up. The other traced a few circles across the front of the satiny pants before slipping under the top, down to where the liquid magma of lust was flowing. My fingers toyed with my saturated sex, teasing my clit and sliding just inside the drenched folds. Despite being a nearly closed system, the gap between my underwear and the flesh of my mons. Wafts of heady desire drifted up through the opening, mixing with the steam and filling my brain with deliciously horrible desires. I kept my lower lip firmly trapped between my teeth, not daring to let go. My fingers were driving me to orgasmic heights, and I doubted I could prevent myself from moaning loudly as I ascended. Glancing over with half-open eyes, I looked at the man bathing just fifteen feet away. As I watched him and continued to diddle myself, I began to notice something about his actions under the water. His back was still to me. However, one of his hands was firmly planted on the wall in front of him. As if he were either doing an one-armed vertical push-up, or was using the tile surface as a support piece. His other arm was hidden from view by his body, though I occasionally saw his elbow appear and disappear. His motions confused and intrigued me, and it took me a minute to two to realize what I was observing. Confirmation came a second later when I heard a deep groan come from within the shower stall. Another groan quickly followed, and I saw his moving elbow reappear at an increased pace. Daddy was jerkin off in the shower. That thought slammed into me. I nearly lost my fight to not make a sound. Unable to continue my machinations quietly, I backed out of the bathroom, hand still firmly wedged down my pants. When the back of my knees hit the large, king-sized bed, I fell over backward. I stared up at the vaulted ceiling, running my fingers through my swollen labia, nails tormenting my over-stimulated clit. My breath was reduced to ragged pants as I thought about what was taking place in the next room. Right after that, I wondered about more intimate details. Mainly, what sort of imagery was he masturbating to? He'd just gotten off the phone with JoAnn. Was he standing in the hot spray, stroking his rod of man meat to the thought of being his hot little administrative assistant over his desk? Or was his hand pumping back and forth to the thought of her on her knees, sucking on his large cock with a desperate need to have his cum down her throat? Was he thinking of me? I gasped, heartbeat increasing, at that. He had certainly given my pert, young body a generous examination before coming upstairs to handle his manhood. Did seeing me all dressed up like a wanton cheerleader get his motor running? Was it because he finally realized that his little girl was now a woman? A fully-developed one? He had mentioned that I looked just like Mom. Maybe he was pleasuring himself as he imagined me doing all the carnal things she had done in the early days of their dating. Another grunting groan came through the open doorway. It was primal. Primitive. It was the sound of a caveman getting ready to deposit his load into his woman. And it was fucking hot as hell. My own climb to the apex of lust was nearing its end. I could feel the precipice close by, and my fingers increased their frantic pace to push me to the finish line. I panted and gasped, turning my head to the left and right as the micro-quakes of an approaching orgasm shook me. In my mind, it was me kneeling at my father's feet, one hand wrapped around the base of his giant cock while my lips and tongue devoured it. In that vision, JoAnn was standing behind me, rubbing my shoulders and reminding me that I was "Daddy's Good Girl." Occasionally, she would reach down and pinch one of my nipples. The action brought a soft squeal from my lungs, but the rod filling my mouth muffled the sound. Perhaps JoAnn would be interested in a threesome? We could take turns brining the man who controlled our lives to an endless series of orgasms. It was the proper thing for us to do. I reached the limits of my endurance, balancing on the edge of extreme bliss as the last few hurdles were cleared. Right as I reached the tipping point, I heard another loud groan from the shower, followed by a rather audible, "That's my girl." The dam broke. I cried out, one hand pressed against my mouth as the confirmation that it had been me in Daddy's imagination sent my spiraling over the edge. A torrent of wetness engulfed my hand and fingers, and my back arched off the bed as the force of the orgasm nearly broke me in half. My ankles flexed, toes pointing so straight I could have passed for a ballerina. Happy trembles rolled through me as I dropped back down on the bed, panting as if I'd just run three back-to-back marathons. My eyes drooped and the smile frozen on my face would have left no doubt to any observers of what I'd just experienced. I drew in a deep breath, inflating lungs thrusting my buxom chest higher in the air. When I released it, the sigh that came out was as saturated with contentment as my fingers were with my juices. Part of me wanted to curl up and take a much-needed nap. Another part of me wanted to strip down just my panties and lie here, waiting for my father to emerge from the steamy room to see his masturbation fantasy in the flesh. However, the sound of the shower being turned off caused my heart to skip a beat. Right then, I heard the sound of a car horn coming from outside. Cori! She was here to pick me up. I leapt off the bed and quickly yanked my hand out of my shorts, flinging large drops of musky lubrication onto the comforter and pillows. I nearly wiped my fingers dry on my uniform, but opted to use the corner of the sheet instead. As I heard the shower door opening, I tucked the damp corner back under the mattress, straightened up the comforter where I'd been writhing on it, and quickly minced across the room to the door leading out into the hall. Slipping through, I pulled the door mostly closed, took a deep breath, then knocked on it really hard. A second later, I heard my father calling out from the bathroom. "Pumpkin, is that you?" I repressed a little shudder, still coming down off my orgasmic high. Clearing my throat, I tried to sound normal. "Yes, Daddy. Cori is here to pick me up. I guess I'll see you after the game." It took a second or two for him to respond. "Okay, Pumpkin. You run along and do a good job cheering." "I will, Daddy. Bye!" I spun around and bounced down the steps, hoping Cori would be patient enough to wait on me. As I reached the kitchen, I grabbed my bag and my phone. The notification bar informed me that I had three missed texts. I could only guess that at least one of them was from the girl in the car outside. I paused in the foyer long enough to use the mirror hanging there to fix the ribbons on the ends of my pigtails. Thank goddess my hair was braided. After the session on the bed, I would have looked like I had just gotten thoroughly fucked. Or, what I thought someone might look like after being thoroughly fucked. Maybe I would find out for sure soon. Exiting the house, I skipped down the steps to the red Mazda parked next to the curb. I opened the passenger door, plopped into the seat, and flung my bag into the back. After closing the door, I looked over Cori. She was staring through the windshield, dark sunglasses with red frames perched on the end of her nose. When the door clicked closed behind me, she turned and gave me a look over the tops of the glasses. "I was wondering if you'd gotten cold feet about your first game," she said with a teasing voice. I shook my head, pulling the shoulder belt across my chest and arranging it so it wouldn't squish my breasts. "No way, girl." I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at the house. "My daddy just got home after being in Cali for a few days. We were just catching up." Cori nodded, whistling softly. "That's cool. How is the hottest dad this side of the Mississippi doing?" My mouth dropped open, and I lightly slapped her on one of the hands gripping the steering wheel. "Ugh. Don't say stuff like that, Cori. My daddy is so not hot." I hoped she wouldn't think I was protesting too much. After all, the man in question was so damned hot to me at the moment I was still tempted to skip the game in order to find out just how much of him I could take inside my tight little snatch. She giggled, stuck her tongue out at me, then pulled away from the curb. She headed down the end of the block and turned left. N. Tabor Memorial Stadium was located near the outskirts of Taborville, right near Burnside. As we drove toward it, the houses along the street became smaller and less well-kept. While we didn't cross the imaginary line into the slums themselves, we were close enough for the poverty and crime to have a physical manifestation. Cori kept the windows rolled up as she navigated through the streets and intersections. Being two attractive young girls in this part of town meant that open windows invited obscene catcalls. Of course, having them up didn't actually stop the crude language sent in our direction from all the guys we passed. It just kept us from having to hear them. My thoughts were still mostly back at the house and the recent events that had taken place. That was why I didn't really notice Cori go from sniffing the back of one of her hands to using her tongue to lightly taste the back of it. We probably would have gotten all the way to the stadium without me even discovering what she was doing until she let out a little "Mmmm" sound. I turned my head to look at her, pulling my attention out of a dirty, incestuous daydream to stare at her. "What are you doing?" I asked as she licked the back of her hand again. "Are you turning into a cat? Or maybe a cat-girl? What are those things called? The ones from those Japanese cartoons you like?" "Nekomimi," she said with an amused purr, turning her head to look at me. Her eyes were slightly closed and she had a strange look on her face. "And no, I'm not turning into a cat. I just... there's something on my skin. It's like dried honey or something. It tastes so fucking good." She grinned and held her hand out to me. "See? Sniff it." I gave her a dubious look, then put my nose close to her hand. When I inhaled, I didn't smell honey. Or any type of sweet scent. Instead, I smelled my arousal from earlier. It was a heady scent, conjuring dark images of sweaty bodies in the dark. When I lifted my head, I immediately brought up my own hand, sniffing at the fingers that had been busy working their magic beneath my skirt. "You too?" Cori said, as the hand not steering the car grabbed my wrist and practically yanked me out of my seat so she could bring my fingers to her nose. She inhaled deeply, exhaled with a contented sigh, then shoved my fingers into her mouth. For a second, I expected her to bite me. As though the Raiderette co- captain had become a zombie and was making a snack of my index and middle fingers. However, instead of a bone-snapping crunch, I heard and felt someone begin to suckle. Cori drove with one hand while the other continued to slide my fingers in and out of her mouth as if she were giving them head. She moaned softly, eyes only semi-focused on the road. A panel truck, the side bearing the name of a local moving company, honked its horn repeatedly as we drifted across the yellow line. Before impact, Cori turned the wheel and put us squarely back on our side of the road. "Cori," I said as I pulled against the grip on my wrist. "Cori, stop. You need to watch the road." She released her hold on my hand. "No, what I need is something else." She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, pushing the hem of the cheer skirt up. "Something right under here." Her hand vanished beneath the bunched material and cupped my sex, her thumb pulling at the top of my panties. "Cori, stop," I said again. Only it came out more as a plea than a command. "What are you doing?" Her hand continued to caress me over the satin pants, pushing them and the panties beneath, into my crotch. "Goddamn, you are one hot little piece of ass," she said, turning to look at me with flaming desire in her eyes. It was the same look I'd seen from Principal Lewis. "I'm not a lezzie or anything, but I so badly want to fuck you right now." Before I could respond, she whipped the Mazda down a service road that led to an abandoned factory. There were a bunch of places like this in Burnside. Manufacturing businesses that had gone belly-up, leaving behind warehouses and factories that slowly decayed into ruins. We bounced into the cracked and weedy parking lot, and Cori killed the engine. "What are you ..." She shushed me by unbuckling her seat belt and leaning over, pushing me against the passenger door. One of her hands remained between my legs. The other had grabbed one of my wrists and was holding it over my head, back of my palm pressed against the closed window. She had me pinned in place, sliding over my body so that our noses were only inches apart. "I should have seen it as soon as your tits grew in," she said, her gaze smoldering with need. "A tight, sexy body like yours requires a woman's touch to get the motor running right. Tell me, Stephie, all those times we were naked in front of each other, did you ever think about fucking me?" I shook my head, panic and fear surging through my veins. I was panicked, because I couldn't ever recall Cori ever so much as hinting that she was attracted to girls. And fear, because something told me that if my friend wanted to fuck me, I knew I wasn't going to try to stop her. There would be no way I could say no. "Me neither. I thought you were cute back then." She inched closer. "Now, I just want to make you come and come and come." Her eyes broke contact with mine to glance down at my lips. Then she attacked. The kiss was soft and hard, full of the type of animal passion that only exists in smutty books and movies. Her tongue broke past my feeble attempt to keep my lips together. It dove deep into my mouth, swirling around as it tried to taste every square centimeter of my mouth. As the kiss deepened, the hand under my skirt pressed heavily against my aching, damp pussy. I didn't even notice I was grinding my crotch against the hand. Finally, I was able to wrest my mouth free, turning my face to the side so that she couldn't come straight at me again. "Cori," I panted. "We need to stop. The game ..." "Fuck the game," she growled as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my spankies. "Better yet, let's just fuck each other." She tugged, trying to get past the obstacle keeping her from what she wanted. However, after a few seconds of fumbling, the only thing she managed to do was get her hand wet with more of my arousal. She pulled it back, taking a deep inhale of the viscous dampness. A swipe of her tongue removed most of it, leaving her looking like some frantic junkie who was about to tear apart their apartment for the stash they knew was there somewhere. At some point, probably while assaulting my mouth with her own, the brunette had managed to unbuckle my belt. She leaned forward again, grabbed my shoulders, then fell back, and pulled me with her. The next thing I knew, Cori's back was against her door and my face was down between her legs. "Go ahead, Steph. Lick me and make me scream." Her fingers tangled themselves in my hair, holding me down. "I'm so fucking horny it won't take much." "Cori, please," I begged, trying to turn my head to look up at her. Or, at least, away from her exposed panties. "I ... I'm not into girls. Please don't do this." The fingers twirled around again, tightening their grip. "Wow!" She said, almost panting. "I like that. I mean hearing you pleading like some helpless slut is turning me on even more. God, I'm so fucking horny." She lifted her hips, bringing her butt off the seat and her crotch closer to my face. Her free hand grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up, revealing that her own arousal had nearly soaked through the crimson cheer pants. "I'm not into girls, either. However, that's not going to stop me from fucking you." She pressed on the back of my head, pushing me down until my nose was centimeters from her covered sex. I closed my eyes. Were my overactive hormones affecting everyone around me? It seemed that, lately, my whole world had been revolving around sex. Me just being constantly horny should have created several long masturbation sessions. However, that didn't explain Mr. Lewis. Or my father. Or Cori. Or, even myself. "Fuck, Steph. Start licking so I can fucking come." I kept my eyes closed, swallowing the lump in my throat. While I often thought other girls were pretty, maybe even sexy, I'd never one considered what going down on them would be like. I didn't have the slightest clue on how to eat a girl out. I couldn't even try to draw on what I liked, since no one had ever gone down on me. Cocks were easier. Open wide. Slide lips past the big head. Try not to gag. After that, it was just a matter of keeping up the suction while bobbing your head up and down and remembering to breathe through your nose. As Principal Lewis could attest, I knew how to suck a dick. If Cori had a dick, we could get this over with and get on our way to the game before Jordan sent out a search party. I didn't want to let my friend down, but I'd be much more into this scene if she had a cock and balls. "Jesus Christ, Stephanie," she hissed, yanking on my hair again. "Stop screwing around and fucking blow me. I'm about to bust a nut in my goddamn panties." I opened my eyes and tried not to recoil from the sight before me. The outline of Cori's enormous penis strained against the double layer of satin covering her crotch. It looked like the beast was going to rip free though the thick material at any second. I'd heard Cori's penis was bigger than what most guys possessed, but I had never imagined it to be that large. I think she was bigger than Mr. Lewis. My fingers grabbed the top of her spankies, trying to peel them down and free the monster straining to get free. The head, engorged and purple, was just coming into view when we both hear a siren emit a single, shrill beep. "Fuck! Cori hissed as she released my hair and pushed me off her. With a grace born of practice, she hiked her underwear back into place, tugged down her skirt, and spun around in her seat so that she was upright and facing forward again. She turned her head to look in the rear-view mirror. "Goddamn cop." I jerked as if touched with a taser. Quickly, I tried to straighten out my hair and pulled my own skirt back down. I said a silent prayer to the goddess that the cop wouldn't try to frisk me. If he did, he might end up with the urge to finish what Cori had started. By the time the officer made his way to Cori's window, both of us had made ourselves a little more presentable. Cori rolled down her window, peering up at the lawman. "Hi, Officer. Is there a problem?" "License and registration, please." The mirrored sunglasses drifted from Cori to me as the other girl dove into the glove compartment. I smiled and attempted to act natural. I could feel his gaze from behind the tinted glass. Then he looked back at Cori when she handed him the requested documents . "This is private property, ma'am. Can I ask what you're doing here?" He examined her license for a few long seconds. Then handed it back, along with the Mazda's title paperwork. "We're Raiderettes," Cori said, her voice forced to be a little more chipper than normal "We were on our way to the game." He nodded. "Mind telling me what a couple of Taborville High's elite are doing sitting here instead of heading to the stadium?" I had to hand it to Cori, she didn't falter or stammer once. "Well, Officer. This is my friend's first night as a Raiderette. She started to freak out and have a panic attack. I pulled off the road so I could calm her down without endangering any other motorists." After graduation, Cori should be either an actress or a lawyer. He stared at her for a second, then looked at me. "Is this true, Miss?" I nodded, trying to flash a sheepish smile. "I started thinking about making mistakes in front of the crowd and kind of lost it. I'm better now." Now it was my turn to sit calmly under that mirrored gaze. After a few really fucking long seconds, he nodded. "Okay. Now that your friend is calmed down, I think you two girls should get on to the game. I mean, you don't want to be late and this part of town isn't safe for a couple of pretty young things like you two. Even in the daylight." "Yes, sir," Cori said as she started the car. "Put your seatbelt on, Coltrane." Then she looked back at the officer. "Thank you." She shifted the Mazda into drive and pulled further into the parking lot so she could turn around and take us back out onto the highway. Once we were back on the road, heading toward the game, Cori shook her head and looked over at me with a grin. "Well, at least I'm not so fucking horny anymore." Chapter Sixteen "Drink some water," Jordan said as she handed me a bottle. "You might not think it, but you're probably dehydrated." I took the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a swallow. As I lowered the beverage, I glanced over at the scoreboard. Taylorville Raiders: 49, Campton Warriors: 31. The clock was stopped with less than a minute left in the game. When Cori and I had arrived at the stadium, she'd grabbed my arm before I could climb out of the car. Her eyes fixated on mine and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly. "After the game, why don't you come to my house for a sleepover? We haven't had one of those in almost a year." The smirk turned to something dark. Something that promised more than hair-braiding, popcorn, and sappy romance movies. "Uh, maybe," I said, trying to not let my mind take a stroll through imaging what an evening with Cori would be like. The last thing I needed was another bout of being horny and needy right before I had to bounce around in my uniform in front of a couple thousand eyes. I was selected by Jordan to hold one end of the banner stretched across our team's locker room. The excitement nearly caused me to drop my side when I saw all the guys, wearing their full gear, come rushing out of the opening. Kris was leading the pack, and, just before he punched though the thin paper, he turned his head and gave me an angry glare. For several moments, I stood there motionless, holding onto half of a ruined banner. Why was Kris mad at me? I hadn't been mean to Sarah. In fact, I recalled telling her how happy I was for her to be with him. Did that make him mad? Had he harbored hopes that we would get back together? Jennifer, jogged past me, moving from her spot on the field toward the Raiders' side of the stadium. "Come on, Dummy," she said. "Unless you're planning on playing with the boys." I blinked and followed her, dragging the banner behind me. I had to shake off this feeling that Kris was pissed at me about something. I didn't know what I'd done, and since an explanation wouldn't be coming anytime soon, I figured it would be more prudent to worry about not flipping onto my face. The crowd roared. They screamed at the refs. They drank beer and ate hotdogs and popcorn. And they leered. Every time our guys made a great play, we jumped up and down, waving our pom-poms. When the result was a touchdown, we added a borderline- obscene ass wiggle. Each time that I looked past the five feet in front of me to the crowd. I could see most of the men looking down at us were focusing on our asses and tits. The realization made me damp. I might not have been the only one. Luckily for Cori, we'd arrived fifteen minutes before Jordan's deadline. That had given her enough time to go to the bathroom and, as she delicately put it, "rub one out." Which, apparently, had worked well enough that she was able to do all her routines without worrying about flashing a raging hard-on to the fans. It might not be a secret that the sexy brunette was a hermaphrodite, but I was pretty sure seeing her sporting a boner would have dampened the crowd's enthusiasm. At least, the enthusiasm of the men. "Okay, ladies," Jordan said as the players lined back up on the field to resume the game. "When the end of game whistle sounds, we are going to go into a trio of victory pyramids. Coltrane, I want you on top at far right. Walters and Stroup will be your base." Sarah moved closer to me. We'd been so busy since kick-off that none of us had really had a chance to talk to anyone other than the girl right next to us. For me, that had been Cori and a redheaded senior named Emily Hatling. "Hey," I said to Sarah. "I thought you were one of the three tops." "I was. Am. I think Jordan wanted you up there tonight since it's your first game." Then she shrugged. "Or maybe she feels your big boobs will be more of a crowd pleaser." My mouth dropped open and I couldn't resist looking down. Sarah was very pretty, with long legs and a pert bottom that practically begged to be fondled. However, she was lacking in the chest department. Especially when compared to the rest of the squad. In a group of Cs and Ds, Sarah was the only B in the bunch. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to figure out how to apologize for nature's doing. I couldn't help being big while so young. It was just genetics. It wasn't like some Boob Fairy or something had decided to bless my bosom. "Forget about it," she said. Then she turned to look at me. "Have you talked to Kris today?" I shook my head. "No so much as a syllable. Why?" She shrugged. "I was talking to him on the phone on my way here. Everything seemed okay, then he got quiet for a second. When I asked him what was wrong, all he said was 'goddamn Stephanie'." I shook my head again. "I don't know. I haven't talked to him at all today. Or really seen him, either. I can't imagine what I might have done to make him angry." "Who knows?" she said. "He's been acting weird all day." She frowned, looking at me. "Can you believe he forgot Tony Johnson was gay? Kris asked Tony if he was taking you to Jordan's party tonight and Tony got royally pissed. Started complaining about you flirting with him again. When Kris pushed the issue, Tony told him that not all gay men like having women fawn over them." I crinkled up my nose. "Of course Kris knows Tony is gay. He said he was okay with me hanging out at Cori's house all the time because he knew that Tony wouldn't try to tempt me into his bed." Sarah snorted. "It's Cori he should have been concerned about." She shook her head. "Thank god she's not a dyke. Can you imagine having that thing of hers up in you? It'd be like fucking a baseball bat." I felt a warmth rush to my face. Guess Sarah had no clue that I'd nearly given Cori a blowjob on the way to the game. Plus, the thought of Cori bending me over so she could fuck me senseless wasn't totally unappealing. She might be a fellow female, but a cock was a cock. We stopped chatting and turned to watch the last few plays of the game. Not that the outcome was in any doubt. Kris, Tony, and Michael Stewart were in such synchronization that when the ball landed in Kris' hands, I already knew that Tony would be in the end zone to catch it. My ex-boyfriend darted left, then right, as he dodged the rushing Warriors. He spun around, backed up, and let the football go. The ball spun like a drill as it rocketed over the head of the defense and struck Tony in the chest, right between the "1" and the "5". The crowd behind us exploded into a cacophony of whistles, cheers, and yells. I spun around, throwing my hands in the air. The red and black balls in each fist shook wildly as I beamed up at the spectators. Then I dropped the pom-poms and did a standing back flip, raising one leg high into the air as soon as I landed. Though I wasn't the only girl in the line flashing her panties to the crowd, I sure felt like I was the one with the most eyes on her. Then the referee's whistle sounded, signifying the game was over. The people in the stands grew louder, and I skipped over to Jennifer and Sarah. The two of them had their knees slightly bent and their hands out, ready to lift me up into the air. With confidence and grace, I bounced into their palms and let them raise me up. Both of them had one of my sneakers in both hands, resting the majority of my petite weight against the front of their chests. I lifted both arms in a V-formation over my head, grinning from ear to ear. My gaze swept across the sea of faces. Then I spotted Principal Lewis. He was near the top of the stands, right outside the announcer's booth. Our eyes met and his mouth curled into a predatory grin. Without any seeming concern someone might see him, the school administrator pointed at his crotch, then to me, and then made a curving motion with his hands in front of his abdomen. The meaning was all too clear. Principal Lewis was determined to knock me up. The message was a jolt that nearly caused me to lose my balance. I glanced down to see Jennifer Walters glaring up at me. Then she looked at Sarah and nodded. Dismount time. The two girls beneath me bent their legs, then stood up as fast as they could, bringing their arms up with them. I waited until I felt myself reaching the pinnacle of the lift, then sprung out of their hands and performed a slow forward flip. When I came down, I found myself being caught in their entwined arms. Before I could bask in the applause, however, both of them unceremoniously dropped me back onto my feet with a thud that rattled my teeth. Jennifer gave me a look that said I'd nearly committed a major rookie mistake. Sarah's expression, however, was full of jealousy and envy. Jordan skipped over, grinning from ear to ear. "Great job, Coltrane. Perfect form on the dismount." She looked at Jennifer. "Can you get a couple of the squad to clean up our area? Coach C wants the water coolers emptied and put back in the storage locker. I'm going to touch base with Michael then head home to get everything ready." Jennifer nodded. Turning to me, she smirked. "You're on cooler detail, Coltrane. You know, since you're the new girl." I had assisted Cori in bringing the mini-barrels of water and Gatorade out before the game, so I knew where they needed to be returned. I sighed and trudged off to do my chores. Due to the warm Autumn evening, the majority of the containers' contents had been consumed. The barrel with the water was nearly empty and the one with the sports drink was only a quarter full. I emptied both containers into a metal grate that was located at the far end of the field. As I finished, I looked up to see that the stands were almost deserted. Only a few, slower moving, patrons were left. Turning my attention to the field itself, I noticed that none of the players, or any of the Raiderettes, were around. Hopefully someone remembered that I would need a ride. Someone other than my father. I wasn't quite ready to be alone with him, not after what had transpired earlier. Much like when I was in the car with Cori, if Daddy decided to bring his little shower fantasy to life, I would probably only put up a token resistance. If even that. The thought stopped me in mid-stride halfway across the field to the storage room. I was, or was at least on my way to becoming, an immoral slut. Sucking off the principal and letting him fuck me in the ass was one thing. Same went for Cori and her unladylike package. But to actually be swayed by the thought of being taken forcefully by my own father? That was really perverted. What the hell was wrong with me? Right as I was opening the storage room door, Emily ran over to me. "Hey, Jordan asked Cori and Jennifer to come with her to get stuff ready for the party. Cori tried to tell that she was your ride, but Sarah stepped in and offered to be your chauffer." "Oh," I said, slightly relieved that I wouldn't have to chance Cori deciding to take a detour to one of the many make-out spots around town. "Okay. Thanks." Inside the cavernous utility room, I rinsed out the empty containers with a hose, then placed them on the rack upside down so they could dry. Satisfied that my task was complete, I spun around and collided with the muscular form of Kris. Before I could fall backward, he grabbed my arm, keeping me on my feet. As soon as I was steady, he let go and took a step away from me. "What the fuck, Stephen?" I looked up at her, then shook my head. "Which fucking part, Kat?" He pointed at the door behind him. "How about the part where you turned Tony into a homosexual and Cori into a she-male? What? It wasn't enough for you to swap their sexes around? Had to tweak things a little?" I jabbed her in his muscular chest. "First of all, I didn't do that to Tony. That was all Nadine's handiwork." "Nadine?" he asked, giving me a confused look. "Why would she want to make him gay?" "I guess because she was worried he was going to be the one to pop my cherry tonight. Apparently, he's not the one she wants to have the honor." He nodded. "So, if he's not into girls, he won't be coerced into having sex with you." "Bingo," I said with more than a little sarcasm. "And they say jocks are dumb." "I'm only a jock because of your other half." He arched a brow. "And Cori?" I sighed. "Yeah, that was Stephanie. On the way to the game, Cori decided to pull the car over so she could get her pussy eaten. Unfortunately for her, Stephanie's not into girls. Or eating pussy." "I seem to recall that you never had that problem," he said, smirking. "But back then, I wouldn't have sucked any dicks either." I shrugged. "But Stephanie would. Next thing the world knows, Cori has the right tool for the job." He still looked like a guy who'd come upon a festival in a foreign land. One where he wasn't really sure of the dialect and completely lost on the customs. "So, I don't have any memories of Cori being a lesbian. So why did she want Stephanie to go down on her." I laughed. "Oh, that's the other thing I've not had the chance to mention. You know, since you've been pretty much MIA for a few days. Nadine did something to Stephanie's body." "You mean, other than give her tits that would make strippers jealous." "Ha-ha. No. She made is so that Stephanie gets aroused pretty easily. And said arousal leads to a lot of wetness..." I pointed at my skirt. "...down there." "Vaginal lubrication. Happens to most women when they get horny." "Yeah? Well, apparently mine is like the nectar of the gods or something. When people smell it, they get very ... lustful. If they taste it, well ..." "Super horny?" she asked, smirking slightly. "That's putting it mildly." I sighed and sat down on a stack of fertilizer bags. Then there's the Daddy thing." "Daddy thing? Do I want to know what that means?" "So, today Stephanie's dad came home from his business trip. Now, I know we don't really know this guy, but try to picture him in your head." Kat closed his eyes and then opened them just a quickly. "Holy shit. Stephanie's dad is, like, hot." I nodded. "He was on the phone, yelling at his secretary. Then Stephanie started imaging him punishing the secretary. Spanking her ass. From there, her thoughts turned to the girl blowing him in his office. That little vision turned to Stephanie being the one to kneel down and suck Daddy's dong. I mean, what the fuck?" Kat shifted her feet back and forth, moving from having her hands on her hips to crossing them over his chest. I immediately recognized her actions. It was the same way she behaved when she needed to tell me something, but didn't really want to. "What?" I asked, standing up again. "What is it?" "Sorry," she said softly. "That might be sort of my fault." "What are you talking about?" His face became slightly blushed. "Well, you said that Nadine gave you my fetish for older men. What she didn't tell you, or didn't know, was that my first crush was my step-dad. Connor." "Your step-dad?" She nodded. "Yeah. He was in his forties. Built like a construction worker. I was fifteen and swimming in a sea of hormones. He and my mom had a pretty active sex life, and I used to lay in bed at night while they were going at it. I ...uh ... used to diddle myself as I listened to them, pretending that it was me he was fucking senseless." "Did you ever?" The reddish hue of his face deepened. "The weekend before I left for college. Mom was at work and I was packing up my room. Connor came in to help me and we started talking. Then we started doing other things." "Great," I said, shaking my head. "Now Little Miss Bimbo wants to have Daddy drill her long and hard. Thanks a lot" "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize a crazy woman with god-like powers was going to give that to you. Otherwise, I would have warned you." Then she arched a brow. "Wait, was Stephanie' dad around when she was all horny?" I nodded. "Yes, he got a nose full of Slut du Jour. He went upstairs and jerked off in the shower. To thoughts of her, I'm pretty sure." "Shit, Stephen. What's going to happen when you get home?" I shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know. I guess either nothing or I'll be enjoying the pleasure of my father's bed." She shook her head. "No. We'll figure this out." "How?" Just then, the faint sound of a horn being honked reached us. "Fuck," Kat said. "That's the team bus. They're waiting on me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me across the room and out of the storage unit. The horn beeped again, this time with an impatient tone. "You can't go home. Not until we've managed to figure something out." She reached out and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. "I'm sorry for my part in this. I tried to stay away so I could clear my head. Now I realize that me not being around only made things harder for you." I nodded, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I pressed my cheek against his chest. "It's okay." "No, it's not." He released me and took my hands into her much larger ones. "You're going to Jordan's, right?" When I nodded, he continued. "Okay, so while we're there, we'll sneak off somewhere we can be alone. Without anyone being able to hear us." "And figure out where we go from here?" She nodded. "Yes. I promise that I won't abandon you this time." She leaned in close. "Despite everything that's happened, I still love you." I smiled up at him. "I love you, too. Despite all the things I've done. Things I'll probably do again. Right now, this me standing here, loves you." He leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss. The kind I used to give her back when our roles were reversed. Then she stood up and started walking backward. "Since we don't know what sort of mental state you will be in with all those people around, I'll come and get you. Okay?" I nodded. "Okay. See you soon." He gave me another smile, then turned and ran toward the sound of a horn being held down incessantly. After she rounded the corner, out of sight, I turned around and locked the supply room door. Then it was a long hike back across the field to the parking lot. Along the way, I grabbed my bag from the cheer bench and slung it over my shoulder. My Keds crunched on the gravel as the team bus roared off down the road. On its way to deposit the players back at school for a post-game shower. I turned the corner and emerged into the parking lot to find it deserted. Save a single car idling in the middle of the dark asphalt. Sarah's Eclipse convertible. I tried to act natural as I approached the vehicle. I had the feeling that, after the encounter in the supply room, Kris was probably going to be cutting the driver loose. Part of me felt bad. The rest was sort of ecstatic. Right as I got within ten feet of the car, Sarah shifted into gear and stomped on the gas. The tires spun, throwing gravel and rocks into the air before taking off as if shot from a cannon. As she drove off, she held up one hand and gave me the finger. As second later, her taillights were gone. I stood there, shocked into immobility at what had just occurred. Then I glanced down to see something glittering near where the Eclipse had been. I walked over, wondering what could be reflecting the overhead lights. When I reached it, my mouth dropped open again. This time, it was from horror, rather than surprise. My phone was on the pavement. The screen was dark, covered with a plethora of spiderweb cracks all over the front. It looked like it had been under one of Sarah's tires when she'd decided to burn rubber and abandon me. I squatted down and picked it up. When I pressed the power button, nothing happened. It was as dead as four o'clock. I felt something tacky on the back of the case, so I turned the phone over in my hand. There, written in what appeared to be red nail polish were some words. "Slut's Phone." Shit. I turned and looked back at the empty stadium. Had Sarah seen Kris and I kissing? Did she overhear him say he thought being away from me was a mistake? No wonder she was pissed. I couldn't blame her one bit. Of course, my empathy for the broken heart of my fellow Raiderette faded rather quickly when I realized I didn't have a way home. I was the last person at the stadium, and my ride back to civilization had just deserted me for Frenching her boyfriend. Worse than desertion, she'd made sure I couldn't call anyone to help, either. "Damn it," I growled. Looks like someone was taking the pedestrian route home. Summoning all my nerve, I began to walk across the parking lot. I kept telling myself that once I got out onto the main road, I'd find Sarah sitting there waiting on me. She'd still be mad, but would think making me believe I was really left behind would be punishment enough. However, when I stepped out onto the public road that ran past the ballfield, I found it to be just as deserted as the parking lot had been. I began to walk toward home, doing my best not to cry or let my imagination run away with me. I wasn't a little girl anymore, and just because the woods lining the road were dark and thick didn't mean that an axe murderer was just awaiting his opportunity to strike. I'd seen enough horror movies with Cori to know that, while I was still technically a virgin, I was far from being the sweet innocent survivor of the massacre. After about twenty minutes, I realized that it would take me almost three hours to get back to my house on foot. Four, if I headed toward Jordan's instead. Surely by that time, Kris would discover what Sarah had done. He'd jump into his Jeep and come rescue me. If there was still someone alive to rescue, that is. I began to look for businesses or houses that looked relatively friendly and still had a light on inside. Unfortunately, everything was dark and quiet. I was going to have to walk at least another thirty minutes until I could get to an all-night convenience store and call someone. The road had been completely silent for the entire journey. Which was unusual. It was a semi-main road that led right into the heart of Taborville. Even in the middle of the night, which this wasn't, I should have seen at least a half-dozen cars pass by. As I pondered that oddity, I heard an approaching engine and the sound of tires on asphalt. When the vehicle's headlights threw my shadow into a thirty-foot-tall blob, I turned around to look at the car. The dark silver Mercedes slowed to a stop, gliding almost silently up beside me. The tinted passenger window slid down and a familiar voice spoke to me. "Stephanie? Is that you? What in the blue blazes of Hell are you doing walking down the road by yourself at ten at night?" I leaned down to look into the vehicle. Looking back at me was an extremely welcome sight. "Hey, Mr. Davenport." I shrugged my shoulders. "I think everyone thought I was catching a ride with someone else. Next thing I knew, I was the only one left at the game." He laughed and shook his head. "Then it's lucky for you I had to run an errand in East Burnside. Otherwise, some depraved maniac might have come along and snatched you up." Then he winked. "Some other depraved maniac beside me, I mean." I giggled. I had always loved Kris' father. He always knew what to say to make me feel at ease around him. "Thank you so much, Mr. D," I said as I opened the door and climbed in. The little German sports machine sat low on the ground, which made it near-impossible to get into the seat without my cheer skirt sliding up to nearly my waist. I put my bag on the floor between my feet, then lifted my butt off the rich leather to pull it back down. When I glanced over at him, Mr. Davenport's gaze rested squarely on my exposed thighs. Then his eyes slid back up to mine. "Don't mention it, Stephanie," he said, shifting the car into first. "It would be my pleasure to deliver you to safety." I settled back in the seat, trying to ignore the fact that, before he pulled back onto the road, Kris' father gave my legs another appreciative look. Author's Note: Thank you for reading my little tale. As always, comments and feedback are welcome. In the next part, Stephanie's v-card gets punched. But by whom? Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress