Assume the Position 4
-- by lightswitch (C) June 2010

This is a sequel, inspired by readers' responses to JunkTruck's
graphic rendering (posted on the Renderotica site) of my original
story "Assume the Position."  Post 4 of 4.

(FF, lesbian), teen, (reluctant, nonconsensual), (interr,
interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf, asian female),
humiliation, catfight, (high school Phys Ed class setting), 1st
time lesbian


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Maryanne Butler strained her peripheral vision as she lathered
her short blonde hair, trying to appear nonchalant as she tried
to catch a glimpse of the object of her desire through the steamy
mist of the showers.

The white-tiled room was filled with young women of assorted
races, all showering after their phys ed class. Closest, and to
the left, was Kaneesha, a pretty black teen with dark skin and
straight, black hair that hung a bit past her shoulders. Kaneesha
had a bright white smile framed by full, sensuous lips. The
contrast of white soapy suds against Kaneesha's smooth, dark skin
sent a strange tingle of arousal through Maryanne's loins.

But Kaneesha was not the girl for whom Maryanne was looking.

To her right Maryanne saw an achingly beautiful brunette with
pale, smooth skin. She didn't know this girl's name, but the
girl's face was gorgeous: High cheekbones; long, dark lashes; her
heart-shaped face framed by long, dark hair -- Maryanne felt
herself grow moist as she watched the attractive stranger soaping
one long, tapered leg.

But this beautiful nameless brunette was not the girl for whom
Maryanne was looking.

Next to the pretty brunette was a muscular black girl named
Latifa. This girl was obviously a body builder and her dark,
almost-black skin glistened under the shower spray. A long,
flowing, black ponytail rose improbably from the top of Latifa's
head and flowed down her broad back, to hover just above her
muscular dark ass cleavage. Briefly, Maryanne wondered what it
would be like to top such a dark, exotic powerhouse.

But this attractive, muscular black girl was not the girl for
whom Maryanne was looking.

Under the showerhead next to Latifa was a black girl sporting
light-brown dreadlocks. This girl had multiple piercings and the
only reason Maryanne knew her name was because the girl's
appearance was so unusual.

People called this girl "Kane."

Maryanne didn't know if that was her first or last name, but it
was said she was from Jamaica.  With her island looks, exotic
hairstyle, and lush nude body, it was hard not to stare.

But she wasn't the one for whom Maryanne was looking.

The petite blond scanned the other girls in the shower, still not
finding her prize.  There was the pretty Hindu girl, Lakshmi,
whose golden-brown skin almost glowed with sienna warmth.
Maryanne had never seen Lakshmi without her distinctive loose
bun; seeing her with her long, black hair loose made Maryanne's
mouth water. The bright red dot on her forehead made her look
even more exotic. Standing beyond the Indian girl was a
studious-looking black girl with pigtails whom Maryanne almost
didn't recognize without her glasses.

But these weren't the ones for whom Maryanne was looking.

Finally, she spotted the girl for whom she'd been looking.

"Li," the flushed blonde whispered, running her tongue over her
suddenly parched upper lip, as her brightblue eyes drank in the
short Asian's luscious form.  The petite Filipino had her back to
Maryanne and was bending over to slowly soap one slender, golden
leg, giving the breathless blonde a perfect, covert look at her
trim ass.

Had it only been a few months ago that Maryanne had, on impulse,
selected Li as a wrestling partner, in this very phys ed class?
They had assumed the classic wrestling starting position,
Maryanne on top of course, and began a fevered match.

In no time at all, the dominant blonde had flopped the tiny Asian
onto her back and lain on top of her, pinning the seductive
Filipino with her own, slightly larger body.

Li had made a great show of struggling under the panting blonde,
writhing and moaning in her futile attempts to escape. Maryanne
still didn't know if she had really been that much stronger than
Li or if the tiny Asian had been submissively aroused at having
been dominated.  The pretty Filipino had wrapped her legs around
Maryanne's ass and furiously thrust her pelvis as if trying to
throw the bigger white girl off.

"But if she had really wanted to throw me off," Maryanne
reasoned, for the hundredth time since the hot event, "why would
she have wrapped her legs around me?"

Maryanne had spent the rest of the class laying on top of the
tiny, writhing Filipino, pinning the little Asian's arms to the
floor and lying with her face hovering so close to Li's that
their lips grazed when the tiny Asian thrust her pelvis.  Her own
burning nipples had been pressed against Li's; she remembered
marveling how Li could be so much shorter, yet have breasts so
much larger.

Maryanne had so badly wanted to kiss her conquered partner -- to
press her lips against the petite Asian's and to physically
progress to where all of their actions appeared to have been
leading.

But she had been too afraid.  Afraid of being seen by the other
girls. Afraid of discovering she had been mistaken and that Li
was not open to being sexually dominated by another girl. 
Eventually, the bell had rung and Maryanne had reluctantly rolled
off her victim. Both had been flushed, whether from arousal or
exertion, she hadn't been able to tell.

Li had left without a word and without making eye contact. 
Maryanne had gone home and masturbated furiously, reliving the
encounter again and again   She fantasized about forcing the
pretty Asian to her knees and forcing that beautiful, exotic face
down between her own pale, creamy thighs ... imagining those dark
eyes gazing up worshipfully at her as the submissive girl
lovingly lapped her blonde muff.

Coming back to the present, she watched the petite Filipino girl
stroll unabashedly from the now-empty showers towards the locker
room, toweling her short, dark hair as she walked.

Maryanne's mouth went dry as she stared at the exotic Asian
beauty strolling by with both arms rubbing the towel on her head,
jiggling her impossibly large, exposed boobs as she walked.

With a start, Maryanne realized two things: The other girls had
left the shower and filed into the locker room, and her slit was
slick with excitement from her torrid fantasies.

Flushing deeply with embarrassment, she hurried to her locker,
hoping Kaneesha, standing to her left, wouldn't smell her arousal
and recognize it for what it was.

Two more girls were here, who she had not seen in the showers:
Oprah, the tall, thick-bodied black Squad Leader for three phys
ed classes, and Jolene, a scrawny, freckled white girl with long,
straight, dirty-blonde hair parted down the middle.

Jolene's hooded eyes and slack-jawed expression bespoke
generations on the bottom rung of trailer society.  Maryanne
suppressed a grimace ... it figured that Jolene would skip her
shower to slide into her dirty jeans and midriff-baring rag of a
blouse; but it was surprising to see the big Squad Leader
skipping a shower. Usually Oprah would tongue-lash anyone she saw
skimping on hygiene.  Today, however, the big Squad Leader seemed
to be watching the clock ... and scowling, impatiently.

As the assembled girls busily dried themselves and/or began
dressing, the locker room door burst open. As one, heads swiveled
to see what had caused the commotion.

There, disheveled and panting, was a bedraggled blonde in a
sweat-stained cheerleader uniform.  Maryanne didn't remember
seeing her before.

The flustered blonde tried to speak, but was badly out of breath
-- either from exertion or fear.

"Sex ... slave!" the shaking blonde raved. "Christine! Ms
Svenson! Black ... dominatrixes" She gulped air, leaning against
the doorjamb for support. "Ms. Washington!" she declared, as if
intoning a fundamental secret of earth-shattering importance. 
The girl visibly tried to catch her breath before revealing what
was obviously important news, in her mind.

"White ...Bitch ... Buster!" the breathless cheerleader nearly
shouted.

The assembled girls regarded her with mixtures of confusion,
pity, and disdain. Someone laughed and that set the rest of the
group tittering.

"This poor white girl needs t'get laid," Kane laughed, setting
many of the other girls off again. "Dominationics?!? She's so
horny, she done gone off her nut!"  Everyone laughed.

The bedraggled blonde glared at the Jamaican girl and continued
screaming incoherent accusations, interspersed with pleas for
help. The white girl's face, livid with rage, suddenly went pale
as her gaze fell upon the big Squad leader, who was giving her an
evil smile.

"Well, hello Michelle!" Oprah smiled, her lush, nude body
jiggling as she strolled towards the wide-eyed cheerleader, who
stared, frozen as if she were a deer caught by oncoming set of
headlights.

"Michelle?"  Maryanne thought, "that's her name? Oprah seems to
know her."

The big squad leader was grinning smugly.

"I knew you'd come," she smirked at the pale blonde. "And I knew
you'd be late. A slutty, submissive exhibitionist like you'f like
nothing better than t'get worked over in front of a crowd."

The big girl's left hand flashed out and grabbed the hapless
cheerleader by the front of her skimpy top. Oprah roughly pulled
the paralyzed blonde to her, while at the same time burying her
meaty right fist deep in the white girl's exposed midriff.  The
blow lifted Michelle off her feet by over 18 inches, knocking the
wind from the frightened cheerleader, whose cheeks puffed out as
her eyes clenched shut in pain.  With Oprah's strong fist holding
her top immobile, the net effect was to raise the cheerleader's
lower half off the ground by a significant distance.

"FIGHT! FIGHT!" came the enthusiastic chant from the crowd.

Reacting instinctively, Maryanne jumped to intercede -- but was
halted by a firm hand on her by the shoulder. Turning, she looked
saw a look of warning in Kaneesha's lovely, dark eyes.

"Don't even think about it, snowflake," the pretty black teen
murmured, flashing a wry grin. "You're the second shortest girl
here. Oprah would flatten you as if she was stepping on a dented
Coke can ... and still beat the living hell out of your
girlfriend there."

"She's not my girlfriend," Maryanne said, reflexively, looking
back and forth between the pretty black girl restraining her and
the big black girl who was busy pummeling the bedraggled
cheerleader, pinned against the lockers.

"But I can't just stand here and do nothing!" the petite blonde
cried, again trying to get past her savior and break up the
fight. "Someone has to do something! The two of us can stop her,
if we worked together!"

Still focused on the beating going on in front of her, Maryanne
didn't notice the slim black girl sidle up behind her and slide
her strong dark arms around the white girl's chest in a
restraining bearhug. Kaneesha wrapped her arms around the white
girl's chest, crossing her arms so that her right hand was on the
white girl's left boob and her left hand was on the white girl's
right boob.

"Kaneesha, please!"Maryanne begged, "We have to help!  We have to
stop this fight!"  Maryanne suddenly became keenly aware that
both of them were still nude. The close contact sent an
unexpected wave of pleasure through her.

Kaneesha was gentle, but unrelenting. "Baby girl," she murmured,
"when this is all over, you gonna thank me for stopping you." 
Held firmly, Maryanne could only watch.

"I know you're type," Oprah was saying, still holding the hapless
white girl by the front of her cheerleader uniform while
continuing to gut punch the girl. "You white girls are all the
same: You act all prissy and aloof, but you all melt when a
superior black woman roughs you up a bit."

No longer forced against the supporting lockers, every powerful
blow lifted Michelle's ass up towards the ceiling and her feet
splayed out as she doubled over, feet off the floor.

Michelle got a temporary reprieve as the clasp on her top broke.

No longer restrained, the next punch sent the beaten blonde
sailing backwards through the air to land heavily against the
lockers.

The white girls cheered and urged the groggy blonde to get to her
feet and fight back. Reacting instinctively, the dazed
cheerleader managed to shakily regain her feet, her now-exposed
pale boobs quivering as she tried to stand and focus her eyes.

Oprah laughed and quickly slid behind the dazed blonde. Grinning
victoriously, she grabbed the white girl and pulled her close.
The big black girl pushed the groggy blonde's head between her
deep, dark cleavage and then pushed her massive dark breasts
together, trapping the white girl's head between them.

Michelle clawed frantically at the dark, fleshy mounds engulfing
her head. The assembled crowd could make out faint, muffled
screams -- all but lost as Oprah cruelly pressed her big breasts
together, crushing the hapless blonde's head.

Michelle struggled and writhed, but soon succumbed to the
overpowering tit-smother. Her fingers lost strength and her
nerveless arms slowly slid down to hang limply at her sides,
twitching periodically. Her body would have fallen, if not held
up by the cruel pressure around her head.

The white girl's body sagged until her knees touched, though her
feet were still in their normal stance. Her pale breasts quivered
as she lost consciousness.

"You're killing her!" Maryanne cried, struggling to break free.

Oprah smirked, but released her grip, allowing the unconscious
white girl to slide from between her sweaty boobs and fall to the
floor.

Like a cowboy roping a calf, Oprah was on her prey even before
the blonde hit the ground.  In a flash, she had her victim on her
knees. The big black girl planted one big foot on the side of the
white girl's pretty face, pinning her head to the ground. In the
meantime, she used the cheerleader's top to bind the dazed
blonde's wrists behind her back.

Laughing triumphantly, she ripped the cheerleader's panties off
and lasciviously rubbed them against her own crotch.

Maryanne stared, dumbfounded at this overtly sexual turn of
events.  The crowd regarded the tussling pair with a moment of
silence before a raucous cheer went up from the dark-skinned
spectators.

"All RIGHT!" Latifa shouted, in approval. "Show dat white whore
who's boss!"

The white girls blushed with vicarious shame.

"Come ON, Michelle!" Jolene urged. "You gonna let that bitch do
that to ya?"

Gaining confidence from her supporters, Oprah took the sodden
panties from between her legs and stuffed them into the dazed
cheerleader's open mouth.

This was enough to bring Michelle around.

"UNFGH!!!" the indignant white girl protested, trying desperately
to spit the befouled panties from her mouth. However, with her
hands tied behind her back, her head on the floor and her ass in
the air, she had no opportunity to succeed.  Nude except for her
shoes and socks, she was unable to get off her knees to seek
leverage.

Oprah removed her foot and grabbed the cheerleader's ponytail,
using it to pull the blonde's upper body up and parallel to the
floor.  Hot tears of pain and shame welled up in the white girl's
eyes, running her mascara.

Oprah raised an index finger meaningfully; the assembled girls
just watched in confusion.

"She obviously thinks this gesture is significant," Maryanne
puzzled before her eyes widened in shock as she watched the Squad
Leader slowly run that index finger along the blonde's exposed
slit.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd. This move definitely
escalated things.

Grinning triumphantly, Oprah raised her glistening digit so all
could see.

"She's ... wet!" Jolene gasped, before quickly snapping her mouth
shut.

"She ... she likes it," Lakshmi murmured, dark eyes growing wide.
"Oprah wasn't kidding! The white girl *is* a submissive little
lesbian!"

Oprah nodded. "All white girl's are," she chortled, laughing as
she watched the cheerleader tremble from the finger running along
her slick pussy lips.

Michelle tried to protest, her mouth working the soiled fabric
that had been stuffed in her mouth as her besmeared "raccoon
eyes" pled for understanding from the spectators.

"What a SLUT!" Kane crowed, wrinkling her nose in disdain as she
laughed.

Maryanne couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. She
knew it was wrong, but ...

"She's aroused by it," the petite blonde thought, mind reeling at
the implications. "Otherwise she wouldn't have grown wet."

Kaneesha tightened her grip, almost imperceptibly.

"Is it true?" she whispered, her breath hot and moist against
Maryanne's ear. "Are all white girls secret submissive lesbian
sluts?"

Before she could deny such an accusation, Maryanne saw Oprah
slowly slide her teasing digit between the helpless blonde's
bedewed nether lips. Michelle's body tensed and she began
struggling furiously. But held up by her ponytail, and
off-balance on her knees, the frantic white girl was unable to
escape her tormentor's slow, inexorable finger-fucking in front
of the rapt crowd of onlookers.

Black, mascara-stained tears dripped down the humiliated
cheerleader's face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lakshmi signal Latifa and
nod towards the pretty brunette. The black bodybuilder grinned
and slid behind the unwitting white girl, who was focused on the
forced finger-fucking going on before them.

Latifa slid her strong arms under the brunette's armpits and
reached up to clasp her hands at the back of the surprised white
girl's head, clinching the full nelson painfully.

Before the startled brunette could react, Lakshmi glided up and
took the confused white girl's lovely face in both hands. The
lovely Hindu girl pulled the white girl's face close and forced
her lips against her prisoner's in a deep, probing kiss.

The brunette's eyes went wide with shock and her nude body
tensed, ready to resist.  But the pretty Indian never let up,
sliding her tongue deeply into the surprised white girl's mouth.

Maryanne watched in amazement as the brunette's wide, indignant
eyes slowly glazed over and closed, as the white girl succumbed
to the Indian's dominant kiss.

The petite blonde's attention was drawn to a skirmish beyond the
three closest girls. There, Maryanne saw the studious-looking
black girl -- now in glasses -- had straddled the bench behind
Jolene and had her arms and legs wrapped around the white girl,
pinning her arms.  Kane was standing in front of the scraggly
blonde,  repeatedly slapping the white girl's face.

Back in the center of the room, Oprah had slid another fat finger
into the cheerleader's exposed pussy.  Michelle's pale body was
flushed with humiliation and arousal as she tried to repress
moans of pleasure.  As Maryanne watched in disbelief, Oprah slid
a third finger into the white girl's hot, moist twat.

To her right, Lakshmi had relinquished the brunette's lovely face
to Latifa who, while still pinning her victim's arms, now had one
strong hand clasping the white girl's chin and pulling the
brunette's face back for a deep, dominant kiss.

The Indian girl had positioned herself between the unresisting
white girl's legs and was busy rubbing pussies in a fit of
lustful tribadism.  The brunette's body trembled visibly under
the sexual onslaught, but she seemed either unable or unwilling
to escape.

Beyond, Kane and the black girl in glasses stood at either side
of Jolene, who was now nude, but still straddling the wooden
bench. Each black girl had a fistful of the dirty blonde's hair
and used it to pull the white girl's head back. Jolene faced the
ceiling, eyes shut and mouth gaping open.

The two black girls were taking turns spitting in the white
girl's open mouth.

Maryanne's head spun. How could all of this be happening?

In the center of the room, Michelle moaned loudly through her gag
as Oprah forced all four fingers in. The overpowered cheerleader
could no longer even make a pretense of not being affected,
merely grunting in pleasure every time the big black girl shoved
her fingers deep into her stretched pussy.

"Ah know you liked the WBB," Oprah murmured, shoving her fingers
deep into the white girl's overstuffed snatch. "But ah'll betcha
didn't know that ah gots mah own White Bitch Bustah!"

With that, the Squad Leader slowly curled her fingers, drawing
her hand into a fist inside the trembling white girl's
cruelly-stretched cunt.

"AAAAAH!" Michelle cried, opening her mouth wide enough to let
the sopping panties plop from her mouth.

Oprah kept her fist in the cheerleader's pussy for a few minutes
to allow her victim to acclimate.  Then she slowly began
fist-fucking the overcome blonde.  Michelle mewled loudly in
pleasure, no longer able to keep silent.

"Oh GAWD!" the overcome white girl cried, beginning to buck in
rhythm with her rapists thrusts.

To her right, Maryanne saw Latifa had shifted position and was
now sitting firmly on the brunette's face. Lakshmi was still
furiously scissoring the unmoving white girl, grinding their
pussies together and letting their slick cuntlips slide against
one another. Judging from the sweat pouring off all three of
them, Maryanne suspected each had already climaxed several times.

Beyond this trio, only two remained. Kane must have become bored
and wandered off.  Jolene was sitting on the floor, her back
against the lockers. The black girl in glasses was standing over
her, legs behind the white girl's shoulders as she straddled the
dirty-blonde's face.  Jolene's body was rigid and her hands to
her sides, on the floor. Jolene sat, unmoving, as the black girl
rubbed herself on the white girl's face.

Then, to Maryanne's stunned disbelief, she watched as one of
Jolene's hands slowly crept between her pale thighs and began
fingering herself.

"This can't be," Maryanne thought, looking in disbelief at the
various vignettes playing out around her.  "This is turning into
an orgy!"

Looking to her left, she was shocked to see Li, who was also
watching it all with rapt attention as she slowly jilled herself
off, oblivious to everyone else.

Maryanne's pussy almost gushed in arousal. So, Maryanne thought,
the pretty little Filipino *did* like dominant/submissive play!

Maryanne felt a tingle of pleasure as a finger slowly slid along
her dripping slit.

"Yeah, all that turns you on, doesn't it?" Kaneesha murmured,
slowly kissing the side of the white girl's throat.  "You like it
when white girls get topped, don't you!"

Maryanne shook her head weakly.

"No," she whispered, feeling light-headed as the black girl's
lips traced hot trails of kisses along the side of her jaw.

Kaneesha grinned and held up a dripping finger.

"Then how do you explain this?" she murmured, slowly licking her
fingertip. "Seems to me that seeing all these white girl's get
taken has really turned you on!"

Maryanne was in anguish ... she had to get away from this
dominant black girl so she could go pounce on the submissive
Asian!

"It's ... it's not like that!" she protested weakly, gazing
longingly at the pretty Filipino who sat so close, fingering her
sparsely-furred little pussy. "I'm dominant and I want ..." she
caughtherself. Why should she tell this pushy black girl her
innermost desires?!?  She gazed longingly at Li.

Kaneesha laughed.

"Oh so THAT's how it is!" she chuckled, following the petite
blonde's lustful gaze.  "You want some of that submissive quim?
Why didn't you just say so?"

Kaneesha raised her head, never releasing her grip on Maryanne.

"Hey Li," she called loudly, causing Maryanne to flush with
embarrassment. "You got a fan over here, you little rug-muncher!
Why don't you come on over and show her how much you appreciate
her admiration?"

Maryanne turned scarlet and thought she'd drop through the floor.

"Don't!" she pleaded. "I didn't want her to ..."  her words
tapered off as she saw Li look at them, and then smile.

Without a word, the nude Asian girl padded over on bare feet and
stood before her, looking eager.

Gently, Kaneesha forced Maryanne back on the bench so that the
white girl was leaning back in the dominant black girl's arms
while her pale ass hung over the edge of the bench.

Needing no prodding, the petite Asian girl dropped between the
white girl's spread legs and buried her face in Maryanne's
fragrant, golden muff.

"oh ... FUCK!" Maryanne sighed in pleasure as the pretty
Filipino's talented tongue parted the white girl's pussy lips and
teased her cunt.  Grinning, Kaneesha cupped the white girl's chin
and pulled her head back for a deep, slow kiss.

Li was a skilled cunnilinguist and soon had Maryanne thrashing
wildly in Kaneesha's arms.  But the black girl never released her
thick, sensuous lips from Maryanne's.  Within minutes, the petite
blonde was throwing back her head and screaming into Kaneesha's
open mouth, as the black girl forced her tongue down the
climaxing white girl's throat.  The pretty Filipino had latched
onto the writhing white girl's clit and wasn't about to let go,
wringing three orgasms, one after another, from the
overstimulated blonde.

Kaneesha finally released her kiss and Maryanne gasped for air.

"That ... was incredible!" Maryanne murmured, weak from the
intensity of her climaxes.  She gazed up into the smug face of
Kaneesha.

"Wait!" the blonde protested, trying to sit up. "You think I came
from your kiss?  No way! I came *in spite* of your kiss!  In fact
..."

"Again," Kaneesha ordered Li.

The pretty Asian again dived between the white girl's legs.

"Ahhh!" Maryanne cried, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over
her again.  Too weak to resist, she found herself lowered back
onto the bench.  Kaneesha quickly straddled her head and sat on
her face.

Maryanne was overwhelmed. She wanted to struggle and force the
dominant black girl off. But the waves of ecstasy sweeping
through her body from Li's experienced muff munching made her
weak and distracted.  The pretty Asian lapped several more
orgasms from the overpowered white girl and didn't stop until the
pretty black girl came noisily on the petite blonde's face.

Kaneesha rose and waved Li off.  The petite Filipino released
Maryanne's quivering quim only with the greatest reluctance.

Slowly focusing her eyes, Maryanne saw Michelle, still bound,
face down, ass up, still getting fisted by Oprah.  The
cheerleader was now lying with her head on the floor, one cheek
against the cold tiles. Her eyes were unfocused and stared
vacantly into the distance as drool puddled on the floor, beneath
her slack, parted lips.

Nearby, Lakshmi and Latifa had finally released their captive,
who lay unmoving and exhausted on the floor; the brunette's pale
body glistened with sweat and her face and thighs glistened with
the triumphant dark girls' juices.

Beyond them, Jolene still sat on the floor, back against a
locker, sobbing softly.  Both Kane and the black girl with
glasses had left.

"Aww," Kaneesha commiserated, hips swaying as she padded over to
the weeping white girl. "Wussa matter honey? Can't get off
without some black pussy in your face?"

Jolene glared at her. "Fuck you!" she spat, her eyes red and
angry.  The black girl laughed and straddled her face.

"No," Kaneesha sighed in contentment, rubbing herself slowly on
the sitting white girl's face. "I think I'll fuck *you*."

Maryanne watched in disbelief as Jolene's hand again went between
her legs and began masturbating, as the black girl rubbed her
dark, hairy twat against the blonde's face.  The other girls
could hear the rhythmic thumping of Jolene's head against the
lockers as Kaneesha face-fucked the still-weeping girl.

Within minutes, Jolene's body shuddered and her hand went still.

"Told you they was sluts," Oprah laughed, pulling her big fist
from the semi-conscious cheerleader.

Kaneesha, Latifa, and Lakshmi laughed. Still laughing, they
dressed and headed for the door.

"Be back here tomorrow, sluts," Latifa called, "and we'll fuck
your pretty little white faces again."

The brunette, mostly recovered now, angrily wrapped a towel
around herself, trying to hide her nakedness.

"Go to hell!" she screamed, reddening with shame.

The trio of dark girls laughed and left the locker room.

The white girls stood, flushed with shame and trying not to look
at one another. It was Jolene who finally broke the silence.

"I'll be back," Jolene murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Maryanne and the brunette regarded her with shock.

"What?!?" the brunette demanded, "you can't be serious?!?"

Jolene shrugged and began dressing.

"I've never felt like that before," she sighed. "They make me
feel ... I can't even begin to describe it. Dirty. Desired."

"Owned," Maryanne whispered, before catching herself.

"Did you notice," Jolene asked, almost rhetorically, "that even
though they're gone, none of us have wiped their juices from our
faces?"

With a start, the other two white girls realized she was right. 
They were suddenly keenly aware of the mask of pussy juice each
of them sported, the pungent scent still working tendrils of
arousal into their lust-fogged brains.

And they also realized that they, too, would be back tomorrow.

The last thing Maryanne saw was Oprah, still nude, walking from
the locker room door and into the gym, the nude body of the
unconscious cheerleader slung over one broad shoulder.

"She's not even dressed" Maryanne thought. "The only exits from
the gym are to the hallway and to Ms Washington's office. Where
could she be going, without clothes?"

The three white girls dressed in silence and left, trying not to
admit to themselves how eager they were for tomorrow to come.
