The Twitter Account
Part IV — Bimbos and More Bimbos
“What did you do to her?”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tiffany said in her still shrill and obnoxious voice.
“Don’t give me that crap and for God’s sakes, keep it down unless you want everyone to hear what we’re talking about,” Terri said. “You know who I’m talking about. I want to know what you did to Amber.”
“I can’t keep it down or don’t you remember. You were the one who turned me into a twit.”
Terri glared at the other girl but she had to admit that Tiffany was right. It was her doing that had turned her into a loud-mouthed twit, but still ...
Terri grabbed the other girl by the arm. “Come on,” she said. “Come with me.”
“Hey, let go of me.”
“Not a chance. We’re going to talk this over and you’re going to tell me what you did to her and if you don’t come with me, I’m going to go to the principal.”
“You can go to whoever you want but it’s not going to do any good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Tiffany just stood there defiantly.
“Oh great. Now you finally decide to shut the hell up. Well, it’s not going to work. You’re still coming with me.”
Tiffany squawked a bit but truth be told, she didn’t put up much of a fight and it wasn’t long before Terri had half-dragged and half-pulled the other girl behind the old auditorium. “Okay,” she said. “Now tell me. I want to know what you did to Amber.
Tiffany just grinned. She was really starting to enjoy this and even more so since she’d already started to lose the shrillness from her voice that meant she was finally starting to lose her twittiness. She’d be back to normal in no time at all. Too bad the same couldn’t be said for her so-called friend.
“Stop grinning at me and tell me what you did to Amber.”
“It’s the Terms and Conditions.”
“What?”
“It’s the Terms and Conditions.”
“The Terms and Conditions of what?”
The Terms and Conditions of the twitter account.”
“What about them?”
“Well after you did you know what to me, I went and read them. I was looking for a way out of what you did to me. Well, I didn’t find anything like that but I did find something else.”
“What?”
“It turns out that when the twitted person stops being a twit, the person who twitted her becomes a horny, little bimbo. That’s what happened to Amber and that’s what’s happening to you now.”
Terri laughed nervously. She wasn’t sure what the other girl was doing but there was just something about the way she said it that was just kind of creeping her out.
“You know it’s true, don’t you?”
“No,” Terri said. “No, it can’t be.”
“Oh but it can be. You are becoming a bimbo.”
“But ... but I don’t want to be a bimbo.”
“Oh, honey, I know,” Tiffany said in a perfect parody of what Terri had said to her when she’d twitted her, “but you know, we can’t all be smart. Some of us have to be horny, little dumb bimbos.”
“But ... but I don’t want to be dumb,” Terri wailed.
“Oh, I know, but just think. In a few minutes, it’s not going to matter how dumb you are.”
Terri was trying desperately to hang onto her intelligence but she almost felt she could feel it oozing away. “But you did it, too.”
“I did what?”
“You ... you used the twitter account, too. You used it before Amber or me. Why aren’t you a bimbo now?”
Tiffany just smiled. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”
“Me? What’d I do?”
“You turned me into a twit and since I was already something else when it came time to change, I couldn’t become a bimbo so I guess in a way you saved me.”
“But ... but that’s not fair and besides, that’s not true either.”
“What’s not true?” Tiffany asked smugly.
“It’s not true that I saved you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well just look at you. You’re becoming a bimbo, too.”
“I am not,” Tiffany said although she couldn’t keep the worry out her voice.
“You are too. Just look at you.”
“What do you mean?” the panicky teen asked.
“Just look at your tits. They’re getting so big.”
“They are not,” Tiffany cried out defiantly.
“Yes they are. Look at them.”
Tiffany didn’t want to look down at her breasts but she just couldn’t help herself. She just had to know so she looked down at her tits. “Oh my God,” she moaned.
“See what I mean?”
There was no denying what the other girl had said. Her tits definitely were getting bigger. “Yeah,” the cheerleader said balefully. “I see what you mean.”
“You sound sad.”
“Well yeah. I don’t want to be a bimbo.”
“I don’t want to be a bimbo either,” Terri said, “but you know what? You look good.”
“You think so,” Tiffany said hopefully.
“I know so. In fact, I was wondering. Could I ... you know, could you show me your tits?”
“You want to see my tits?”
“Yeah. I want to see your tits. In fact, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“O-okay. I guess that would be fine.”
“How about on the count of three, we both lift our tops at the same time.”
“Okay. I guess that would be fine.”
“All right then. One ... two ... three.”
Both girls lifted their tops at the very same time.
“I knew it,” Terri said.
“You knew what?” Tiffany asked worriedly.
“I knew you had great tits,” the other girl said.
“Well, I like yours, too,” Tiffany offered.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think we should press them together.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to touch your tits with my tits. What do you think? You want to do it?”
“Okay,” Tiffany said shyly. “Let’s do it.”
“You want to do it on a count of three again?”
“Okay.”
“Here goes then. One ... two ... three.”
The two girls pressed their ample mounds together.
“Oh my God,” Terri gushed.
“What?”
“Your tits. I absolutely love them, and you know what?”
“What?”
“My nipples are so sensitive.”
“They are?”
“Uh huh. When we’re touching like this, you know, when my nipples are touching yours, my nipples are so hot that I just feel like I could cum just from having you touch me like this.”
“You too?”
“What do you mean you too?”
“I mean I feel the same way.”
“Mmm,” Terri gushed. “Wait a minute. What are we doing?”
“What do you mean what are we doing,” Tiffany said. “We’re pressing our tits together.”
“I know that but we’re not supposed to be doing that.”
“We’re not?”
“We’re being turned into horny, little bimbos.”
Tiffany pulled back. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “You’re right. That was almost too easy.”
“We’ve got to fight it.” Terri said.
“Yeah,” the other girl agreed, “but at least my hair hasn’t turned blond like yours has.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean your hair is just as blond as mine is ... maybe blonder.”
“No, it can’t be,” the other girl said swinging her head from side to side but where she’d expected to see flashes of brown, now all she saw was golden yellow. “Oh God,” she moaned.
“What?”
“I’m a blond.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I’m not supposed to be a dumb blond.”
“And I am,” Terri countered.
When Tiffany said nothing, the other girl flew into a rage. “I can’t believe you,” Terri said. “We’re being turned into bimbos and you’re still trying to score points off of me. We’ve got to work together.”
“You turned me into a twit,” Tiffany grumbled.
“What?”
“I said you turned me into a twit. I didn’t like that.”
“Yeah well, sorry for that, but you were being mean.”
“I was,” Tiffany said and then she giggled.
“Why’d you do that?”
“You just giggled.”
“I did? Oh yeah. I guess I did but you know what?”
“What?”
“It feels good to giggle.”
“It does?”
“Uh huh. You should try it.”
“Try what?”
“You should try giggling, silly.”
“Oh yeah. Um, what should I giggle about?”
“Um, I don’t know. I don’t normally giggle.”
“Oh yeah. Now that I think about it, I don’t normally giggle either.”
“Wait a minute. I think I got something.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, hold on,” and with that, Terri giggled.
“That was a good giggle,” Tiffany said. “What were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything,” Terri said. “I think that’s what made it such a good giggle.”
“Hey wait a minute.”
“What?”
“We’re not supposed to be doing this. We’re supposed to be fighting it.”
“Oh my gosh,” Terri said. “You’re right but it was just so easy to fall into that trap.”
“I know. It was too easy.”
“We’ve got to fight it,” Terri said.
“Yeah, we got to fight it.”
Neither girl said anything until Terri finally spoke up. “You know what?” she said.
“What?”
“I know we weren’t supposed to like it, but it kind of felt kind of good.”
“It did?”
“Yeah, it did.”
Again, both girls lapsed into an uneasy silence.
“We’ve got to fight it,” Terri said, “but if we work together, maybe we can keep from ... you know, from becoming like Amber.”
“Yeah,” Tiffany agreed. “We don’t want to get like that.”
“So it’s agreed then. We’re going to work together.”
Tiffany glared at the other girl. “I still don’t like you, you know. I don’t like the fact that you turned me into a twit. That wasn’t nice.” Tiffany frowned at that last word. It sounded so bland. It sounded like the kind of word a bimbo would have used.
“You don’t have to like me,” Terri said. “In fact, maybe it’s better that you don’t. I mean, whoever heard of an angry bimbo?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“So we’re agreed then. We’re going to help each other out. We’re going to do what we can to keep the two of us from becoming bimbos.”
She supposed, Tiffany thought. She still didn’t like the other girl and she was loathe even to admit it, but Terri was probably right. If they worked together, maybe they could fight it. She hoped they could. She really didn’t want to be a bimbo.
“Well?” Terri asked. “Do we have a deal?”
She still wasn’t sure what she would have said but whatever it was died in her mouth when the two boys came around the corner of the building. They pulled up short when they saw the two busty blonds and suddenly, Tiffany could feel her pussy getting wet.
She knew these two. Bradley Stevens and Todd Reninger. Bradley was the heavier of the two boys while Todd was a little taller. They were just ordinary boys. Both of them leaned a bit to the slacker side but really, there was nothing special about them and there was definitely nothing about them that should make her pussy wet except ...
Except her pussy was wet.
“Hey,” Tiffany called out. “Hey, come here.”
“What are you doing?” Terri hissed.
“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
Terri nodded. She wasn’t sure if the other girl really did know what she was doing but maybe she did. After all, she’d read up on the twitter account and she was the one who knew all about it so maybe she did know what she was doing, and besides, she just wasn’t as sure of herself as she might have sounded and it was kind of nice to have someone else make the decisions for her.
“Come here,” Tiffany said.
The boys approached slowly.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Nothing,” Bradley said.
“Yeah, his friend agreed. “Nothing.”
“Maybe you want to do nothing with us.”
“Maybe,” Bradley said.
“Do you like my friend here?”
“Yeah,” Bradley said.
“She’s nice,” Todd agreed.
“Do you guys want to see her tits?”
“What are you doing?” Terri hissed.
“Relax,” Tiffany whispered back. “I know what I’m doing.”
Terri wasn’t sure about this but then she just didn’t seem to be able to find it in herself to stand up to her friend.
“Do you guys want to see her tits?” Tiffany asked again. “I’ll bet she’ll show them to you if you want her to, but you’re going to have to ask her.”
The two boys looked at one another and it was clear they were thinking the same thing. This had to be a trick or something but if it meant that they were going to get to see the girl’s tits, then so what if it was.
“Sure,” Bradley said. “We’d like to see her tits.”
“Well if you want to see her tits, you’re going to have to tell her. She’s very good at doing what guys tell her to do.”
“What?” Terri squawked. This wasn’t right. There was something wrong and yet it was so hard to figure out just what the heck that was.
“All we have to do is ask?” Bradley asked.
“That’s all you have to do.”
The two boys looked at one another and Todd nodded and then the two of them looked back at the two girls. “We’d like to see your tits,” they said to Terri. “Can you show us your tits?”
She shouldn’t be doing this, Terri told herself but then Tiffany spoke up. “Come on now. “Don’t be such a prude. Show these nice boys what they want to see.”
She wasn’t a prude. That’s what Terri wanted to say. She wasn’t a prude but there was one easy way to prove that to her friend. She lifted up her top and she showed off her tits.
And the boys just stared.
“Do you like those?” Tiffany asked.
The boys both nodded.
“Well, if you ask her nicely, I’ll bet she’d be willing to show you her pussy. After all, Terri likes doing what boys tell her to do.”
Terri looked at friend. What the heck was Tiffany trying to do to her, but she had to admit that her friend was right about one thing. She did like it when boys told her what to do. It was so nice not having to have to do any thinking at all.
The two boys were looking at her. “Can we, um, can we see your pussy?” Bradley asked.
She should tell them no, Terri told herself. She should tell them no but they had asked and they’d asked her nicely and now that she thought about it, she couldn’t see any harm in showing the boys her pussy so without further ado, she unzipped her skirt and she let it drop and then moments later. she was pushing her panties down past her wide hips.
“You know, they can’t really see your pussy all that well that way,” Tiffany said. “They need to see between your legs.”
Terri couldn’t help but giggle at that. Her friend was so right. She’d made such a mistake. The boys couldn’t see nothing at all.
“You know what you should do,” Tiffany said. “You should lean over this bench here and spread you legs. That way, the boys can have a real good look at your pussy.”
That was so right, Terri thought. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t realized it before. She leaned over the bench just like her friend had suggested and she spread her legs so the boys could get a nice, long look at her pussy.
“I think you can see my friend likes to do what she’s told to do,” Tiffany said. “I’ll bet she’d do anything that a man told her to do.”
Well, maybe that was going a little bit too far, Terri thought. It wasn’t like she’d do just anything.
“You know what she really likes to do? She likes to giggle when she’s happy.”
Well yeah, that much was true.
“Look how wet her pussy is. Look how ripe and ready she is and she’s just waiting there for you. Do you boys think you can make her happy?”
It was kind of fun, Terri had to admit. It was kind of fun just standing here and letting someone else make the decisions for her.
But then she felt a hand on her butt and that got her attention and then she felt something else, pressing her between her legs and then it pressed even harder and she couldn’t help but moan as that thing entered her and that’s when it happened. She giggled.
She giggled vapidly and then she moaned again. She liked this. She liked having men tell her what to do.
Well, they weren’t exactly telling her anything, but it was kind of the same thing, wasn’t it, and besides, it felt so good and she liked feeling good. She giggled again. She liked it a lot.
Tiffany couldn’t help but watch smugly as Bradley reluctantly relinquished his spot and as Todd moved in to take his place between Terri’s legs. Terri moaned as she took the boy’s cock and Tiffany smiled. If the girl didn’t watch out, she might end up being a bimbo slut.
Yeah, that might be exactly what she’d be. Terri was right in a way though. They could fight this, but what Terri didn’t realize was that Tiffany didn’t need her friend’s help.
It was amusing really, Tiffany thought as she left her friend to the two boys. Terri had wanted to get back at her and in the end, everything had backfired on her and Tiffany had at least been forewarned about what could happen but one could fight this. You just had to know how to do it. Even then, Tiffany could feel the urges pulling at her, wanting her to give in, wanting her to succumb to the lushness of total bimbiositude, wanting her to ...
No, dammit, the girl told herself. No, you’re not going to let his do that to you.
Oh, but it was so easy to slip. She’d almost slipped there. She’d have to be more vigilant, she told herself but she could handle this.
She wondered if she even wanted to be captain of the cheerleaders anymore. Oh sure, that was why the whole thing with the twitter account had started but that was just because she was pissed off at Daphne but she’d already had her revenge so was it really something she still wanted.
Of course, she had the body for it, even more so now than she had had before. It wasn’t like her breasts were overly big but they certainly filled out her sweater like they never had before and her hips seemed to have an almost permanent wiggle to them but perhaps most important was the hair. Guys liked blonds, didn’t they, and even if she wasn’t one before, she certainly was a blond now with light, golden hair that seemed the perfect match for her light, fluffy mi—
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. Your mind is not light and fluffy and you are not a bimbo. Get that through your thick head. You are not a bimbo.
But she was right. Her mind did feel thick, thick like molasses and it was just so hard, so hard to think.
No, she told herself. Absolutely not. She wasn’t going to let herself go down that path.
She came around the corner of the old auditorium and who was there in front of her but Eli Colson and the McElroy brothers. Tiffany gritted her teeth. As fragile as things were, running into those three was the last thing she needed but on the other hand, she knew if she could handle those three, then she knew she could handle anyone.
“Would you look at who we have here,” Eli said. “What’s your name, Goldilocks?”
It took Tiffany a moment to realize that she’d changed so much that the boy didn’t even recognize her.
“Dude,” said Brian McElroy. “What are you talking about? That’s Tiffany Grayson.”
“I know what Tiffany Grayson looks like,” Eli said. “Tiffany Grayson’s not a blond.”
“Yeah, but dude, I think that’s her,” Brian said. “I think that’s Tiffany Grayson.”
“I think Bri’s right,” his brother Bobby said. “I think that’s Tiffany Grayson.”
“You two are both crazy. Tiffany Grayson doesn’t have tits like those.”
“You got a point there,” Brian had to admit.
“Only one way to find out for sure,” Eli said. “What’s your name?”
“Tiffany,” the blond said and almost as soon as she said it, she chastised herself for it. Her voice was all soft and shy and it just made her sound so fucking brainless and really, that wasn’t who she was.
“Tiffany Grayson?”
The blond nodded and almost as quickly, she chastised herself. She looked so innocent when she did that. She looked so guileless and that wasn’t who she was. She should have been more forceful with these boys.
“What the hell happened to you?”
Tiffany shrugged. She hadn’t meant to shrug but somehow, it had just come out that way.
“You must know what happened to you. You know you got tits, right?”
Tiffany nodded again.
“So what happened to you?”
Be assertive, Tiffany told herself. You know what’s happened to you but you don’t have to tell Eli or the other two anything. It’s none of their fucking business what’s happened to you. Tell them to go to hell. Tell them to fuck off. Hell, tell them anything at all ...
That was what Tiffany told herself but instead, what came out was a little half-hearted shrug.
“You don’t know what happened to you?”
Tiffany shrugged again. It wasn’t what she’d meant to do but it was what she did nonetheless.
“If you don’t know what’s happened to you, then maybe we ought to help you find out. Tell me, are those tits for real?”
Again, Tiffany nodded. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t being more forceful but it just seemed right to let the boys take the lead.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Eli said. “What do you say to that? Would you take off your top just to prove those tits were real?”
He was taunting her. On some level, Tiffany knew that. He didn’t really expect her to say yes so Tiffany was just as surprised as the boys were when she said exactly that.
“Wait a minute,” Eli said. “Did I hear you right? Did you just say you’d take off your top?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay then. Let’s see you do it.”
Tiffany wasn’t even thinking about what the boys might be thinking anymore. They thought her boobies weren’t real and that was reason enough for her to lift up her top and show them that they were.
“Wow,” said Eli.
“Yeah,” said the two brothers. “Wow.”
“You could be in Hustler with tits like those,” Eli said, “but you know, just because you’re showing them to us, that doesn’t prove anything. If you really want to prove it to us, you’re going to have to let us touch them.”
“I don’t know about that,” Tiffany said. “You said you wanted to look.”
“You might be right, Eli,” Bobby said. “They might very well be fakes.”
“Yeah, only one way to tell really,” Brian agreed. “I think we’re going to have to touch them.”
“You guys,” the girl said.
“What?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. What if someone catches us.”
“No one’s going to catch us,” Eli said.
“You know, that sounds just like the kind of an excuse a girl would use if she had something to hide.”
“Yeah,” Bobby agreed. “I wonder what she’s hiding.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“Then prove it. Let us touch your tits.”
“You’re sure no one’s going to find out?”
“You have my word on it. Scout’s honor. No one’s going to find out.”
“Well, I guess,” Tiffany said. “If you’re sure no one’s going to find out, I guess you can touch my tits.”
That was all it took to have the three boys gathered around her, each of them wanting to touch her tits. “You know, you should take that sweater all the way off,” Eli said.
“Why?”
“So that we can see even better. Of course, if you’ve got something to hide ...”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“Then you won’t have any trouble taking that sweater off.”
Tiffany sighed. This was so silly, she told herself, but okay, she’d take her sweater off, just to show these boys that her boobies were real.
“You know, I think they might be real after all,” Brian said as his hands caressed the teen’s tits.
“I think Bri’s right, man,” his brother agreed. “They look real to me, too.”
“You boys might be right,” Eli said, “but now she’s got me wondering—”
“About what?” Tiffany said.
“About your pussy.”
“My pussy’s real, too,” Tiffany said.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” Eli said, “but the way you’ve been reacting, I can’t help but wonder if your pussy is wet.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“But I think it is. If we made your pussy wet, we should take care of it, don’t you think?”
“I ... I guess, but wait a minute, you can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“It wouldn’t be right.”
“So it would be right for us to leave you with a wet pussy?”
“No, but—”
“There’s no buts about it. It wouldn’t be right. You know that and we know that. Now what do you say you take off that skirt.”
No, Tiffany thought. No, that wasn’t right.
“Hurry up. We haven’t got all day, you know.”
That was what really got Tiffany moving. Right or not, if these boys were trying to help her then it was only fair that she help them out and besides, she had to admit it did feel good when she took off her skirt.
“And the panties, too. You need to take those off, too.”
The skirt had been the hard part but now that that was gone, the panties were almost easy and besides, her pussy really was wet so if felt good to get out of her panties.
The boys were utterly amazed. None of them had ever thought that the cheerleader would actually do it because, well because cheerleaders never did anything like that and yet here was Tiffany Grayson doing exactly that as if taking off her panties in front of a bunch of boys was the most natural thing in the world for her.
Oh my God, Tiffany was thinking. Oh my God. How could she be doing this, she told herself. This wasn’t possible. She was in control of herself and yet here she was doing exactly what these boys told her to do.
The only thing was she liked it, She liked it when boys told her what to do because then she didn’t have to think.
No! That was the twitter account talking. That was the twitter account making her think what it wanted her to think.
And so what if it was, she told herself. Wasn’t it better to let men do all the thinking for you because if you did that, you could never make a wrong decision.
No, her mind tried to whimper but already, she could feel her mind surrendering. It felt so good to surrender, her mind said. She couldn’t do anything right anyway. She was just so stupid. It was just so much better to let men do the thinking for her.
“Is your pussy wet?” Eli asked.
“Uh huh,” the now golden-haired lass replied dumbly.
“I’ll bet you’d like a cock in there, wouldn’t you?”
What was she supposed to say? He wanted her to make a decision but she was so lousy at making decisions. Couldn’t they see that? Couldn’t they see she needed them to tell her what to think?
The boys were confused. They were waiting for her to say something, anything, but she wasn’t saying anything.
“I know what I want,” Brian McElroy said.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“I want her to suck my cock. I’ve heard about a blow job but I’ve never had one before. I want her to suck my cock.”
“You haven’t had nothing before,” Eli taunted.
“That’s not true. There was that time with Samantha Perkins at the party.”
“Yeah, but she was drunk then.”
“It doesn’t matter. It still counts.”
“Whatever, man.”
“Hey, Tiffany, you okay to suck my cock?”
“I guess.”
That was more than any of the boys had expected and Brian wasn’t about to let that pass. “Come over here then.”
An order. Finally. Tiffany loved it when men told her what to do so she gladly followed Brian over to one of the benches that lined the walkway.
Brian pushed his pants down and he took a seat on the bench. “Get down there,” he told he cheerleader. “Get down there and suck my cock.”
Another order. She loved it. Tiffany knelt before the boy and moments later, her butt was wiggling happily as she sucked her first cock.
As surprised as Brian might have been, his buddies were even more surprised. “Damn,” Eli said, “would you look at that.”
Bobby McElroy just nodded.
“Fuck this,” Eli said. “I’m not going to let him have it all to himself,” and again, the other boy seemed to be in complete agreement.
And that was how Eli Colson ended up squatting behind her and pushing his cock into the blond’s pussy.
Tiffany loved it. It wasn’t exactly an order but he was still telling her what to do.
“Damn, her pussy really is wet,” the boy said.
Of course she was wet, Tiffany wanted to say but that would have meant she would have meant she would have had to taken her mouth off of Brian’s cock and he hadn’t told her she could do that so she just kept sucking his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Eli groaned. “Oh fuck. She’s so tight.”
Tiffany couldn’t believe it. She was being used by two boys at the same time. It felt so good to do whatever they told her to do. It felt so good to let them do the thinking for her.
“Oh fuck,” Eli groaned. “I’m going to cum.”
For a moment, Tiffany was worried. There was something about a man cumming in her pussy. She wondered if maybe she should say something but in the next moment, she chastised herself. Who was she to say anything. She was just a dumb, little blond and if these guys were boys, they were still MEN and if a man said it was okay to cum in her pussy, then that had to be right and she had no right to object.
“I’m going to cum,” Eli groaned again. “I’m going to ... oh fuck!”
Tiffany could feel it and even as she felt it, she could feel her own pussy cum, too, and she was glad she hadn’t objected because if she had, she wouldn’t have gotten to have felt this and it was so important to make men happy so they would continue to tell her what to do.
“I know what I want,” Bobby said as his cock moved in to fill the hole that Eli had just vacated and Tiffany moaned. His cock was bigger than Eli’s but she wasn’t going to tell Eli that. He might not like it if she did.
And besides, his cock wasn’t staying there for long because then he was on the move.
Oh my God, the girl thought. What’s he doing? She pulled her head up off of Brian’s cock. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up,” Bobby said. “Go back to sucking that cock.”
An order. Two of them in fact. Tiffany couldn’t wait to comply with the orders she’d been given and besides, what Bobby was doing, it must be all right because he was a man and he was doing it so she went back to sucking on Brian’s cock.
Oh but geez, where Bobby’s cock was. She could feel his cock sliding between her cheeks and then he was pressing it ... of fuck, he was pressing it there. It wasn’t going to fit. He was too big.
But apparently, Bobby was determined to make sure it would fit and Tiffany couldn’t help but groan as he finally proved himself right but then of course, he was right. Men were always right.
“Damn,” Brian moaned. “Damn, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in your fucking mouth. Damn. I want you to swallow it all.”
Another order. She loved that and she came as Brian came in her mouth and just as he’d told her to do, she swallowed every last drop of his cum.
“All gone?” he asked.
She nodded and then she opened her mouth so he could see.
“Good girl,” the man said.
And that left just the cock in her butt and that one was the biggest one of all. She moaned and she groaned but she just couldn’t seem to get used to the feel of a cock in her butt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the boy said.
She should be. After all, it was his cock in her ass.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
She wanted him to, Tiffany realized. As hard as it had been to take his cock, she wanted him to cum right there in her butt.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned and even as his cock started to flow, Tiffany came yet again.
The boys pulled back and they looked down at Tiffany who was still on her knees. “The cheerleader’s not so tough as she used to be, is she?” Eli said.
No, she wasn’t, his friends agreed.
“What should we do with her?” Brian asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what should we do with her?”
“I think we should fuck her again,” Bobby said.
“Man, I’m too worn out for that,” Brian said.
“Maybe not right now,” Eli agreed, “but soon. How would you like that? Do you want us to fuck you again?”
Tiffany nodded.
“I think it’s settled then.”
“There’s just one thing I want to hear her say,” Bobby said.
“What’s that, man?”
Bobby told them what he wanted her to say and that’s when Tiffany looked up dumbly at the guys standing over her and she smiled inanely. “I want to be butt fucked again,” she said.
Once again, the twitter account had done its work.