Taliyah.
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By lunchtime, she was beginning to feel somewhat selfish. Mikhail had been attentive with a totally unexpected devotion all morning long. While Taliyah was emotionally conflicted about her parent's most recent feuding, it was systematic of a much deeper rift she'd always felt among them. She'd always sensed it; as if something was missing in their lives.
To be honest with herself, at first she'd been secretly pleased when Brandy's home life had imploded last summer. Not only had she found herself lusting for Darius over Rashaan, she'd long been envious of the seeming closeness between Big Bob and Jodi May. She'd felt furtive elation when Brandy's mom eloped with Senior Deputy Jenks, shattering the illusion of their happy household.
Only later, as she saw the daily sadness in Big Bob, had she begun to regret her envy-driven vindictiveness. Unlike her own, rather distant Father, Big Bob Carson had always made Taliyah welcome in his home and with his daughter. His treatment of her had never jibed with the claims about the White man's supposed racism. In her home, they joked about him, yet she'd never heard Big Bob make a single racist slur in her presence.
No, Brandy's Dad had treated her like his second daughter; even going so far to call out Brandy when she was being a bitch to her. As far back as elementary school, he'd made her feel as if Taliyah had a second house to call home; and then Taliyah had repaid his repeated kindness by taking perverse pleasure as his home fell apart. She'd watched Brandy fall into depravity under Darius' spell and said nothing.
Taliyah wondered about the vagaries of karma. Brandy's family had been ripped apart and now so was hers. Brandy had found Vlad and now she had Mikhail. This morning, Brandy's mom had come back; and her Mom was here as well. But her Father was nowhere in evidence. Her Mother, Madam Mayor, hadn't mentioned him once.
‘Taliyah,’ Kaelyne disturbed her ruminations, ‘we're picking sides for volleyball.’
Kaelyne was another transformative presence who had snuck into her life as of late. Her knee-jerk reaction when learning the little White girl had a lesbian crush on her was to lash out and mock her. That had infuriated Mrs. Samsonov, pain had rapidly followed. That old White bitch had forced Taliyah to apologize the next day.
Over the rest of the following week Taliyah had found herself studying the way Kaelyne looked at her; and hadn't been repulsed. Still, until today she hadn't taken the lesbian's affections seriously. Kaelyne was sensitive to Taliyah's pain and~ compassionate without being obtrusive. Taliyah had responded with a lessening of her often acidic wit.
With Brandy taking on solo duties as hostess, Taliyah had been able to recoup in the company of her boyfriend; and 'girlfriend'; thus the source of her guilt. According to Mrs. Samsonov's plan, Brandy and Taliyah had to share their guys with the rest of the Cheer Squad over the course of the day.
From what they'd been told, it would keep the cheerleaders firmly out of the hands of the Football Team and other member of the 'Cult of the BBC'; as that racist, psychotic bitch, Gayle Samsonov, called it. And, from what Taliyah and Brandy could see, it made all the ones who had been with their fellas so far want them and only them; it was spooky and somewhat frustrating to watch because Mikhail was her man, damn it!
Not in the way Rashaan had been her man because Rashaan hadn't even been his own man, just another pawn of Darius Pope's little high school empire; like her and Brandy. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to the youngest triplet's fierce independence. He was harder to influence than Rashaan had been; which wasn't quite so.
She could, in private, convince Rashaan to do things, plan things and stand up for himself, but all the results of her efforts evaporated when he was around Darius; and now she realized that would always be the case for someone like Rashaan. He was good looking and could project leadership, but there was never anything behind it. No drive. No great willpower to overcome any real opposition; and most likely, there never would be.
With Mikhail; God! He was so different. Sure he was infuriating, but Taliyah found herself able to cut loose around him; to pop him one when she felt he was doing something stupid; and it wasn't as if he even minded. Oh no, that didn't mean he'd acquiesce, far from it. Normally he'd laugh and evade, taunting her. Yet, that was the way he'd grown up around his brothers and Taliyah was beginning to figure out he was allowing her to treat him the same way; that was was something special.
He and his brothers were rough-n-tumble. They had a code for their fighting. While their Code didn't make the inevitable conflicts any less brutal, it at the same time expressed ample fair play, honesty and integrity. And afterwards; there was never any ill will between them. They fought and shit got settled; and Taliyah liked that. That Mikhail allowed her to lay into him was, according to his Mamma, very intimate and personal; and Taliyah was coming to appreciate this fact.
‘Mikhail, why don't you and Kaelyne teach my 'Sisters' on the Cheer Squad some manners,’ she touched his hand. They were side by side at the counter in the kitchen, him finishing off a few carrot slices while she drank some Gatorade. ‘I need to talk to my Mamma; alone.’ Mikhail gave her a brief eye contact, nodded once, and then turned to leave.
‘Kaelyne,’ she found herself reaching out, stroking the girl's cheek and rubbing her earlobe, ‘Thank you.’ The way the smaller woman positively glowed gave Taliyah a spike of pride. She still didn't think she was into girls, but she'd been showering with Brandy since before they were teenagers. A few times Brandy had ran her hands curiously over her darker friend's skin, wishing she tanned so well.
In turn, Taliyah had run her hands through Brandy's long, blonde hair, feeling the difference between its silky texture and her own, coarser locks and wishing her hair was so easy to manage. The two girls, lifelong friends, had never considered their behavior anything which 'made them gay'. They were curious and comfortable in each other's presence was all.
Taliyah pushed herself away from the counter, turned and dismounted her stool. She'd put up a wall against the World all morning long and she knew she was better than that. She'd wanted her Mother to come and talk to her; to talk to her about her Father; her Mother's husband; and what she was going to do about fixing things. Her Mamma was always the responsible one in the family and had taught her daughter to be the same way. Somehow; her Mamma had to make this right.
Le ‘Pearl’ Yates.
For Le it had been a wild, chaotic week. Things had started out so bad, but not in a way the other girls in the Cheer Squad would have understood. Monday morning, like most of the others; except Brandy and Taliyah; she had been seriously jonesing for some BBC. Hell, unlike every other member of the squad, getting the best cock was why she'd fought so hard to be selected as one of the school's elite bitches in the first place.
She hadn't always been that way.
Le had been a late bloomer. Worse, she'd never been part of any crowd while growing up. Her Vietnamese-American Mother had come to Kingston from the Texas Gulf Coast to be a nurse. Her Father, the White guy her Mother married, was an oilman working in the Gulf of Mexico months at the time.
He was really happy when his wife told him she was pregnant. His company even flew him to Arkansas when she went into delivery early. Let's just say his reaction when he held 'his' daughter wasn't all that joyous. He divorced her a year later and Le had only seen him a few times since. Things had been; tense.
It took her a few years to figure out she wasn't like anyone else. Her Mother's extended family, fisher-folk back in Texas, always treated her badly and the younger ones called her names, which was why her Mom had returned to Kingston after a few years. When she was six, she finally figured out she was a 'half-breed' and not in a 'good way'. No White blood had 'watered' down her complexion.
Her eyes were product of her Mother's Vietnamese heritage while her nose was from West Africa. He skin was darker than her Mother's, not lighter, and she was much taller, at 5'9’, and a compact 112 lbs. Her ass was 'black enough', but her chest was 'too Asian' as in she clearly had the smallest bra size on the team.
At the age of eight she'd finally asked her rather traditional Mother who her 'real' Daddy was. On her twelfth birthday, her Mother, after years of badgering, finally broke down and told Le the story. She'd been 'seduced' by a groundsman on the A S U Kingston campus while her 'White' Daddy had been away for months and months at sea. He'd been a smooth operator, her Mother told her.
'But why isn't that man my Father now?' she'd pressed her Mother. She'd graduated to referring to the nebulous sperm donor as Father when she was ten. Her Mother hung her head in shame then confessed the Black bastard hadn't wanted her. When she'd told him she was pregnant with what was most likely his child, he'd seemed happy at first.
Only as she got 'bigger', things had changed. One day she stumbled upon him cheating with another nursing student. She'd exploded in tears. After the 'new' girl had fled, he 'confessed' he had yet another girl pregnant and two other kids by two other women; and it was over between them. He dumped her.
So, her Mother had prayed somehow Le would be born without her White Father figuring out her betrayal; but that hadn't worked out either. She even gave Le the sperm donor's name, Claude Sexton. It turned out Le had sixteen half-brothers and –sisters (by five different women) and he was currently serving time in prison for pharmaceutical theft. Claude's Mamma, her Granny, claimed he was 'not guilty' and some jealous bitch (usually White in her rantings) had set him up;
What had fascinated Le though was the 'why' of her Mother's betrayal of her White 'Father'. The few times she'd met him he'd seemed nice. He had remarried, still made good money and had two other, White, children these days. He had never been cruel to her Mother as far as her Mother had ever revealed; so why had she jumped on some Black cock and risked such a profitable union?
At the age of twelve, Le was still gangly and under-developed. Puberty was late to the party. Shortly after her Mom's revelation, she began looking at the Black boys at school differently. They were still going from the phase of teasing and bullying girls (and being teased and bullied by some of the bigger girls) to sending the ladies looks of hungry confusion.
No guys ever looked at Le that way back then; but suddenly she wanted them to. When she entered High School, she was 'introduced' to the Cheer Squad / Football Team dynamic. All the hottest Black guys and most beautiful girls (Black and White) belonged to that top social tier; and she had no hope of getting in the way she was.
She also had another niggling problem. She was smart and unfortunately, smart girls were Not what those two groups were looking for.
But, Le had a Plan. First off, she took up a paper route to make enough money to join the Dance School; because the Cheerleaders always seemed to pick the Hot girls with dance experience; and her Mother couldn't afford to send her with what she made.
Secondly, she began purposely getting 25 to 35% of all her homework and test answers wrong. Le had to lower her academic profile starting her freshman year so hopefully no one would remember how smart she had been in Middle School. She added to this deception by telling everyone her name was 'Pearl', even the teachers, and always wearing long pig tails because she thought it fed into the ‘Cutesy’ Asian stereotype; and they bought it.
Lastly, she began working on her physique and fashion sense to make herself more noticeable to the people who really mattered. Her body's natural development helped. Belatedly her hormones kicked in and her breast began to get bigger. Of equal importance, with all her exercise and dedication her 'lower chasse' began getting the boy's notice. When their eyes finally got to her face, they also noticed how exotically different she was.
She enjoyed the first touching; and kissing. She also knew the unspoken rules: Don't be a skank and put out for just anybody. The Football Team only selected the most choice ladies and that included the ones they didn't consider 'total whores'; thus their exclusive property.
She lucked out by having Randi Leigh Upshaw befriend her. Randi Leigh's mother had been a cheerleader back in the day and was currently a school booster and member of the PTA. Sure, Randi Leigh was a condescending, manipulative bitch, but she opened doors into social circles which would have been far harder to breach as an outsider.
And all that degradation and hard work had paid off when the old Cheer Squad Team Captain handed her a cheer uniform, welcomed her to the team and then introduced her to her first gang-bang. Five long hours afterwards, the smiling Captain gave her a 'Morning After' pill and told her were to go to get her I U D. She'd been taking BBC five / six times a week ever since and loving it; her Mother's infidelity finally understood.
Until, for some bizarre reason, Brandy and Taliyah, this year's Co-Captains, had decided to launch an utterly unlooked for and unwanted rebellion against Darius Pope; Football God and one of the best cocks on the team. Le had been blind-sided, as had all of the other cheerleaders. The only two questions were how much hell was Darius going to put those two through for their impertinence and who would end up in the top spot once he was done.
But then Darius and six other footballers (including two of the other best cocks in Le's estimation) were destroyed in the school parking lot after a game. Her whole world appeared to crumble and changed. Randi Leigh; idiotically; threw herself at Rashaan as if he could somehow assume Darius' mantle. Le initially supported her because at least Randi Leigh promised a return to the glorious days of orgies and bukkake cum baths.
Wednesday morning, it hadn't taken a telepath, or that guy from Psych, to figure out something serious had happened to both Randi Leigh and Sultana (the other challenger). Randi Leigh couldn't even keep Betty Jo Sterling (her other supporter) in line and poor Betty Jo was easily amused by a laser pointer and kitten emojis for God's sake!
All that led to her being highly suspicious of Taliyah luring her, Vantrice Kirby and Mia Ryker to the Music Room during Lunch Thursday. Taliyah had told them the whole team was meeting yet when Le surreptitiously checked her iPhone App, only Brandy's phone was close by. She was actually kind of terrified some sort of beat-down was in the offing when they stumbled in and found;
; Mikhail and Vlad Samsonov reclining on the piano cover with a sexual sated; no, devastated, Brandy Crystal Carson curled up between them. Le knew what 'fucked stupid' looked like and Brandy definitely qualified. Vantrice and Mia began protesting (these 'boys' weren't on the Football Team). Le was busy putting 'A' together with 'B' then 'C'.
In this case: (A) Brandy and Taliyah's sudden defiance, (B) Randi Leigh and Sultana's sudden cessation of (serious) resistance and now (C) Brandy's obvious physical pleasure radiating out for all to see. Le's ever-present blow-pop nearly fell out of her mouth in shock. Whatever her other two teammates (Vantrice and Mia) were thinking, Le knew she had to have 'some of that'.
‘Which one is for me?’ she had turned to Taliyah, her carefully crafted 'silly little Asian girl' façade momentarily slipping. Taliyah grinned like the sly fox she thought she was.
‘Mikhail is mine, but I can share,’ she purred as she began to strip. Even as she joined Taliyah in removing her clothing, Le did her own eyeball math. Mikhail was definitely more intrigued with Vantrice than either her, or Mia.
How did she know the difference between the two triplets? Well, anyone who thought it was Mikhail beaten up by Darius' people, not Alexander, was a fool. Darius wouldn't have made that error. Otherwise, Mikhail was looking at them like a starving wolf staring at pieces of meat; or sheep. Vlad's eyes kept flickering down to Brandy in something a less romantic person could confuse with love. She headed toward Vlad.
‘Can you make me happy like Brandy?’ Le sashayed toward the middle triplet, socially shedding 60 IQ points along the way. Boys liked them dumb, right?
‘Le,’ he smiled; not leered, ‘I think I can make you your own kind of happy,’ he volleyed back. Okay, that second part was kind of sappy, but he actually recalled her real first name which hadn't happened in over a year.
‘Pearl, stop that,’ Vantrice got indignant. ‘These White boys; ‘
‘I want to look like Brandy,’ Le looked over her shoulder. ‘Don't you?’
Vantrice stuttered, Mia was indecisive, Taliyah clearly wasn't going to let them bolt without a struggle and Mikhail was closing in to help.
‘Sorry Mia, but I have a hunger for Black chicks,’ he moved the blonde aside.
‘What?’ from Mia.
‘Huh?’ from Vantrice and;
‘Best watch yourself, Mister,’ from Taliyah, all aimed at Mikhail. Le opted to focus on Vlad who was certainly fixated on her.
‘I want to taste,’ she settled down beside him, reaching for his delicious looking piece of man-meat.
‘How about we '69'?’ he offered.
‘I like the way you think,’ she glowed. Normally they didn't give her the option. Le put her blow-pop on a desk then went to work.
‘Eep!’ she squeaked as he effortlessly picked her up and laid her out beside Brandy. He took a few licks of her vulva then;
‘Mia, come over here,’ he beckoned the blonde girl who seemed to be at loose ends. Le was too busy exploring the texture and taste of his glans and shaft. It was her first White cock; she'd had thicker; yet she felt it would be more than enough to satisfy if Vlad's stamina equaled his dimensions;
‘Lay down beside her,’ Vlad had directed Mia. She still seemed uncertain and Le wanted to keep Vlad happy for the nonce, so she reached up, took Mia by the hand and gently pulled her to her side.
‘Ah; ‘ Mia began purring. Vlad must have been physically stimulating her with his right hand even as his mouth and left hand pleasured her. Damn; Vlad knew his stuff.
The real magic began when, after she let him know she was ready; which had always been the reason for guys going down on her, to get her engine running; Vlad had gone to town on her cunt. He licked, tongue-twirled and nibbled her clit, put three fingers into her snatch and, after some teasing, another in her ass. She'd never had a guy pet her G-spot before, but Vlad did.
Her inarticulate utterances weren't new, but more protracted than she was used to. She recovered quickly, yet not quickly enough to stop her new lover from moving on to Mia who gladly let him go down on her as well. Le had propped herself up and begun to look around when she noticed a reclining Brandy studying the three of them.
‘That felt nice, really nice,’ she communicated after a few seconds.
‘Don't I know it,’ Brandy sighed. She didn't seem to be unhappy with her, or Vlad. There was a pregnant pause as Vlad continued to devote himself to Mia's gratification. ‘All three triplets are wonderful, but I think I've got the best one.’
‘Are we ever going to be with the Football Team again?’ Le'd wondered.
‘Hmmm; ‘ Brandy frowned then, ‘Vlad, Pearl isn't convinced.’
And then he'd gone and 'convinced' her, which had been odd. For a moment, when he returned to her, he'd seemed distracted, or put out. Once he made eye contact, Le felt as if their whole world contracted down to just the two of them.
Or that was how it had been recalled by Le later as she tried to remember every erotic murmur, sensuous movement, whispered word and tantalizing slap of flesh against flesh. They hadn't fucked. They had made love and until Vlad, she hadn't know the difference. It was sex; but with the difference being she felt he really gave a damn, and not only about how she felt right then, but how she felt, period. It had been so different; and exciting; and so worth repeating.
Which brought her back to today, at Brandy's house, playing around the pool and trying not to pull Vlad aside for another round of whatever he had done to her. Le had been trying to figure out this new pecking order and how to best profit from it. She wasn't so egotistical she thought she could steal Vlad away from Brandy; she accepted Brandy had more of the feminine traits which drew Vlad's eyes.
Then there was the ravenous way Randi Leigh regarded the young man when she thought Brandy wasn't keeping an eye on her. The way Betty Jo and Alondra teased him was even;
‘You spend a whole bunch of time watching what other people are doing,’ was whispered into her ear. Le nearly tumbled off the recliner she'd been using.
She was able to catch her blow-pop before it fell out of her mouth with judicious use of her lips thus buying her a little more time and stopping her from gasping in fear. Mrs. Samsonov had snuck up on her.
‘Ma; Ma; Mrs. Samsonov? Huh?’ she was a bit too slow on the comeback.
‘You can call me Gayle,’ the crouched, mature lady regarded her; much like a feral cat gazing at a frightened field mouse.
‘Ah; okay, Gayle,’ she hammed it up with a cute tilt of the head. The older woman's eyes narrowed.
‘I am beginning to think you aren't quite as dumb as you pretend to be,’ Gayle murmured. ‘Now why would that be?’
‘What be?’ Le played along. Mrs. Samsonov's look became downright menacing.
‘I don't like being played for the fool,’ she whispered. ‘I'm real sure Vlad and his brothers will be even less amused.’
Then, in a flash, the triplet's mother stood and smiled down at her, though Le could sense the humor didn't touch her eyes, or her words. ‘Have fun this weekend, Pearl. Act dumb around school if you like, but my children and I don't have time for such games.’
‘I; Mrs.; Gayle, why; how did you figure it out?’ Le's protests went from lame to a whisper. When denial was clearly no longer an option, she wanted to know what she'd done to give herself away.
Gayle studied her for a few; very long; seconds.
‘Smart people can act stupid, but stupid people can't act smart. That being said, really dumb people have bad body posture, often have their mouths open when they don't know what to say; not your candy; and don't react when they themselves say stupid shit,’ Gayle enlightened her.
‘You make simple statements, but not stupid ones; like Alondra and Betty Jo do. They stay stupid things while you don't. True, they are dumber than most, but they are the ones you are trying to model yourself after, failing, and failing in a manner a suitably observant person can pick up on. After all, for the past two years, how many guys, or girls, have wanted to test your conversational skills?’
Le was taken aback at how helpful the older lady was and began taking mental notes.
‘Are you; how angry are you with me?’ Le worried.
‘We accept you've had to deal with different social factors at Davis Consolidated (High School) before we came here. Choices you made last year and before now are in the past. If you don't want to learn from your mistakes, that's on you.’
‘If we change?’
‘You are no longer cum dumps for the Football Teams. You are the Supreme Female Social Organization with the Samsonov boys making sure you won't be abused, or used as sexual trophies.
‘But there still will be sex?’ Le gulped. Gayle Samsonov's countenance was downright savage.
‘Would you do every member of the Football Team, or just my Vlad?’ she posed the question (trap). Le really liked the Football gangbangs, blowjobs and bukkake sessions. Her hunger to embrace the madness which had turned her Mother away from her (White) Father and brought her (Le) into existence came into conflict with her desire to recapture the personal experience she'd shared with Vlad.
‘Isn't he mostly interested in Brandy?’
‘He's devoted to Brandy, but Brandy will let him spend time with you as long as you support Brandy and Taliyah; plus you keep Vlad's interest because it is the right thing to do,’ Mrs. Samsonov explained. Le wasn't used to thinking of either Brandy, or Taliyah, as magnanimous, except;
‘Do Brandy and Taliyah confide in you?’ Le made an educated leap. Of course, Taliyah's mother was opposed to all things Fonteneau; but here she was, chaperoning the same party, and Brandy had been utterly under Darius' spell at the start of the year; yet clearly was now madly devoted to Gayle's middle son.
Gayle's grin lost some of its hostile quality.
‘Clever indeed.’
Le gave a shy smile in response.
‘Enjoy the weekend, Pearl. Open up to Vlad if you get the chance. He's not intimidated by smart women, he likes reading; not as much as sex, but he's still happy to learn; and teach,’ Gayle imparted. As she walked away, Le had to wonder how her whole world had transformed; no; evolved. She hoped it was evolving into something much more intriguing than what they were all surrendering. She jumped up and ran to catch up with the older woman. There was so much more she could learn.
Victoria ‘Mad Vicky’ Orem.
‘Come on, Alexander, join us beating up these cheerleader-bitches,’ Vicky pleaded with the oldest Samsonov triplet. She'd scampered over to him because her team needed the help and she wasn't sure Kaelyne would be able to return with Mikhail (and Taliyah) from inside.
Currently it was her, Kaelyne, Vlad, Sgt. Louisa Petrakis (the State Cop) and Ms. Blanchard versus Missy Brandy, Sultana, Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn. With the size, or lack thereof, of herself and Kaelyne, the plan was to replace Ms. Blanchard and the Sarge with Mikhail and/or Alexander.
‘I'm still busted up,’ he grinned up at her.
‘Oh, come on. Don't be a wimp,’ she teased him, her fists on her thin, boney hips and thrust out her small chest. Her brand new white, string bikini shown on her tan-less body with the top being so conservative with the fabric it consisted of little more than two tringles kept together by their tie strings. If only she'd had more than 'A' cup sized boobs to fill them;
‘Well, if you can pull me up, I'll do my best,’ he conceded. Sure, she was 90 lbs. soaking wet while he was 220 lbs., but Vicky was fearless and determined to avenge the earlier pool massacre. She yanked, yanked, made some progress then went for a two hand grip on his left hand. Alexander reversing things, lightning-quick and pulled her down across his body, catching her by surprise.
‘Hey!’ she protested quite vocally.
‘I'd like to kiss you,’ Alexander requested passionately.
Shock, pleasure, leaning down into Alexander; and nipping his nose.
‘Ow,’ he complained.
‘Took you long enough,’ Vicky teased him.
Alexander's sudden, expressive and very public sign of affection had been the last thing she'd expected. Yes, they had exchanged sexually charged barbs and erotic innuendo for the past few days; but honestly, Vicky had felt the Samsonov she craved was beyond her. She Knew all the cheerleaders were better looking and even Kaelyne had bigger boobs. Even the 'old ladies' were disappointingly curvaceous, busty and intriguing; at least to the guys.
‘Am I going to get that kiss?’ Alexander brightened up.
‘I don't know,’ she vaulted onto his recliner so she ended up straddling his stomach just above the top of his trunks. ‘I kinda like the idea of sexually torturing you,’ she added as she sat down; on him.
‘Vicky!’ Kaelyne reappeared out of the house with Mikhail. ‘Are you two coming?’
‘Ocupado!’ Vicky triumphantly pronounced. Only then, with her palms placed on Alexander's muscular pectorals, did she lean in for that kiss.
‘Yippee!’ Kaelyne whooped back. She truly was Vicky's best friend.
‘Hey Vicky, don't break him,’ Mikhail added in his own teasing.
‘I make no promises,’ Vicky shot back loudly and proudly. In reality, she had zero sexual experience. She had just had her first kiss; which was warm, wet and wonderful; and she was totally virgin.
Vicky had never fit in, battled with ADHD most of her life and had never felt the desire to conform to any of the norms of Kingston, or Davis County. Her hair was always off-color, her only true friend was a shy, introverted, gun-loving lesbian nearly as physically under-developed as she was and, despite the oft-promise of pain, she'd never knuckled under to the bullies.
Her musical tastes were unknown bands from other continents and she despised the Sports Religion, so she had expected to serve out her High School years in social exile; but the arrival of the Samsonov's had changed all that. Now she was at a Pool Party with the Cheer Squad; even though as an addendum to Kaelyne; and sexually taunting one hunk of a guy.
They kissed twice more before Vicky began serpentining down his body. Lips caressed Alexander's chin, Adam's apple and sternum. Awkwardly, she reached a hand between them and between her spread legs, patting her partner's swimsuit. It took him a few seconds to figure out what Vicky was searching for.
‘Umm,’ he coughed, somewhat embarrassed. Vicky was turning out to be far more physically aggressive than he'd assumed. ‘It has; ah; expanded down my left leg.’
‘Oh!’ Vicky popped up, giving Alexander a wicked grin like some demented pixie. ‘Thanks.’
She was doubly pleased. He was both not so offended as to be put off plus he was aroused. Check that; triply pleased! Alexander's Baloney Pony Was Huge! (In her inexperienced estimation). She grabbed that manly earthworm and began maneuvering it 'due north'. Soon it was rubbing beneath her covered vulva. Wiggling on it felt wonderful.
Alexander's moan was almost as pleasing.
‘Oh; ‘ she taunted him, ‘does someone like that?’
Alexander gave two, pained nods.
What 'Mad Vicky' lacked in real world expertise she compensated for with a rich, diverse and ignored 'For 18+' warning labels, internet history.
She pushed herself up slowly, adding an extra twist to her wicked grin when Alexander's eyes flickered to her bikini-top covered assets. Her own quick assessment revealed that while her breasts remained small, her puffy areolas and thick, stubby nipples were flushed with blood and making indentations against her scanty covering. As she kept pushing up, Vicky couldn't help but feel victorious.
She had Alexander's cock angling toward his belly button (with the tip no longer contained by his trunks) which had the added benefit of the muscle separating her labia (though equally under wraps). Damn, it felt fine! Vicky was now perpendicular to Alexander's reclining form. Her guy / victim was totally focused on her. The only thing which could make things better was to; He he he he; rub it in.
Vicky raised her arms over her head, fingers interlocked then began gyrating and rocking back and forth on his aroused rod.
‘Oh Yeah!’ she exulted. Things only got better.
After a few cycles, Alexander propped himself up with his right elbow and reached out with his left hand, placing it just below her right breast.
Vicky figured he was testing her reactions. She was positively luminescent. The oldest Samsonov triplet took that as permission to move three fingers up so he could began playing with her erect nipple through her top. That felt so fine, too. The better, kept getting better.
‘Hey!’ Misty Dawn Sizemore protested. ‘What's that little freak doing with our guy?’
Yep! Vicky's soul soared. She'd stolen a guy the cheerleaders wanted. She was doing her rendition of a barrel-riding/pole-dancing girl routine on top of him for all of those bitches to see. And the better just kept on coming.
‘You like?’ she resumed her taunting. Alexander nodded again. His words were unexpected.
‘I really like your body, Vicky,’ he expressed with such genuine openness and innocent trust it caused the tiny temptress to pause.
‘You do, don't you?’ she barely annunciated.
‘Yeah. These nipples look absolutely delicious, you have this pert, tight little ass that wiggles every time you take a bouncing step and your smile is luminous, Vicky. Has no one has ever told you that before?’
She digested his compliments and more before deciding he both was not playing her and was really, really sweet.
‘No,’ she added a little extra wiggle, ‘You would be the first.’ Pause. ‘So, you like watching my ass?’
‘Behave,’ Gayle Samsonov shouted from across the pool. She and Pearl Yates were walking together down to the lawn set aside for the volleyball match.
So many replies;
‘But I don't want to,’ Vicky faux-whined. ‘He's so yummy.’
‘I wasn't talking to you, Vicky. I was warning my eldest,’ Gayle laughed.
‘I don't want to, Ma,’ Alexander joined the protest. ‘She's so yummy!’
‘Don't make me come over there,’ Gayle stopped and shook her finger in their direction. Alexander flopped down and groaned. He even draped his left elbow over his eyes.
‘Does this mean we stop?’ Vicky get gyrating on his cock.
‘I'm afraid so. Going against my Ma is dangerous. Her mean-streak is legendary among those lucky enough to be left alive,’ he moaned. ‘Trust me, Vicky’ he moved his arm so they were making long, in depth eye contact once more, ‘I'll get you later.’
‘What about all the other girls?’ she play-pouted. She was really loving this banter.
‘Can I leave it at 'Mom's evil plan requires me and my Brothers to romance the Cheer Squad'; please?’ Alexander frowned. Vicky wanted to know more. Accepting anything with blind obedience wasn't in her. ‘You are the one who engages me. I confess I didn't see you right away. I had some other crap on my mind, but I see you now and I'm honest about really liking what you're showing.’
Pause.
‘You are still going to fuck me, right?’ she ground her crotch down on his cock.
‘Hell yeah,’ he coughed. ‘Can't you feel how hard you are making me?’
‘Teehee,’ Vicky giggled. ‘Just don't go all around school bragging about it,’ she reiterated an earlier exchange they'd shared. ‘I'm not that kind of girl.’ Total Lie.
‘As I recall you are a 'write her name on the bathroom stalls' kind of girl,’ he laughed.
Vicky snickered.
‘Don't make me have to tattoo my name on your dick,’ she faux-threatened.
‘Ouch,’ Alexander winched. ‘Have I told you how much I adore your ass?’
‘And my eyes,’ she preened. She gave his cock one more vigorous circuit of stimulation then dismounted. ‘Let's go play volleyball before your Mamma has to come back up here and kick my adorable little ass.’
‘How about we go down and you sit in my lap as we watch?’ he offered instead. ‘I'm kind of still in a great deal of pain. Cracked ribs and all.’
‘Fine,’ Vicky began pulling the large man-boy up, ‘Kaelyne and I will tag in and out because, while I like that dick, I still want to kick some cheerleader ass.’
‘Are you any good at volleyball,’ he asked as they hobbled down to the gathering, his left arm draped over her shoulders.
‘Never played before in my life. I rocked at tetherball in Kindergarten. How much harder can this be?’ Vicky joked.
Alexander snorted. Vicky was soaking up the jealous, angry looks being sent her way as she helped him approach. Would she pay for her usurpation later? Most likely, but the promise of retribution from those who thought they were better than her had never stopped her before; and they certainly weren't going to stop her now. This was turning out to be one of the best days of her life.
Taliyah and Dominique.
Taliyah found her Mother in the Carson's den running her finger over various books on the shelf while drinking a tall glass of 'something'.
‘Mamma, how are you going to fix this?’ she started off. Dominique looked over her shoulder then slowly turned around, a rather unhappy look on her face.
‘Baby, there is no fixing what's wrong with your Daddy and I.’
‘Mamma!’ Taliyah shouted.
‘Hold up there,’ Dominique glared, ‘and let me finish.’ She waited until she was sure her daughter was both going to hold her tongue, and stay. ‘What is wrong with your Father and I goes way beyond what happened over the past two weeks, or that tramp, Riley.’
‘She (Riley) fucked Vlad,’ Taliyah muttered darkly.
‘I'm aware of that.’ Sensing her daughter's uncertainty, ‘I have a pair of working ears as well, Taliyah.’ Taliyah blushed. ‘I'm also aware of you and Mikhail, but I'm not going to give you any shit over that; given the circumstance.’ Dominique left unspoken her own guilt of going downstairs and fucking Vlad as well.
‘I don't even like that asshole (Mikhail).’
‘Tell that lie to someone who doesn't know your heart so well,’ Dom snorted and Taliyah became angrier. ‘Oh, I agree he makes you furious at times, but don't lie to me, or to yourself, and tell me you don't feel his absence when he's away.’
‘Like you and Daddy?’ Taliyah pressed.
‘Once,’ Dominique sighed. ‘Once a long, long time ago when I had a very different vision of the man. He's had plenty of time to destroy the love I once had for him, that's for damn sure,’ she then took a sip of her drink.
‘Mamma!’
‘Baby, Riley ain't the first, or even the one hundredth; hole your Father has cheated on me with. He was whoring around before we got hitched. He whored around when I was pregnant with you too.’
‘Why did you put up with it?’ Taliyah softened.
‘What was I going to do? I am a Black woman with ambitions and this is backwoods, Christian Conservative Arkansas, not free-wheeling, Liberal New York City.’
‘Just as bad to my way of thinking, his worthless ass would have taken half our assets, child. He's never had a single business venture which hasn't done anything but crash and burn. His 'friends' are an endless sinkhole of 'gifts' and 'loan's; of my money; the money your Grandfather and Great-Grandfather broke their backs, and risked their hides, for.’
‘Taliyah, it isn't like I haven't given him chance after chance. I've set down boundaries and he's found ways to weasel around them. I know for a fact he's embezzled hundreds of thousands of dollars from the fortune your Grandfather and Great-grandfather busted their humps to leave to me, and you; and he hasn't contributed a damn thing,’ Dom ground her teeth. ‘And I'm sick of it.’
‘But; what's Daddy going to do without you?’
‘I'm already working on the 'settlement'. Your Father and I aren't going to officially split up until after I win the Senate seat, but if he doesn't accept my deal, I'm going to send him to prison for all the money he's stolen. Trust me, Taliyah, your Daddy has always been a man to run away from a crisis.’
‘What does that mean?’ Taliyah worried.
‘This never goes beyond you and me,’ Dom spoke in a low voice while staring at her daughter. It took Taliyah several seconds to nod. ‘Promise me.’
‘I promise, Mamma.’
‘I know for a fact your Father and my Brother, your Uncle, raped Gayle Fonteneau / Samsonov.’
Taliyah gulped then whispered, ‘How?’
‘I was outside my Father's door when Leon came running home after what they'd done. Oh, he knew he'd fucked up something horrible and so did my Daddy,’ Dominique continued.
‘My Daddy sat your Uncle down and had him go over the whole thing; how Gayle biked into town, gave back attitude when Demetrius 'played' with her and how they hustled her behind the laundromat when they realized no one else was around. Leon thought they were just going to scare her; but Gayle pulled out a knife and slashed Rufus; at which point things got out of hand.’
‘They raped that girl. All of them did and then they took her broken body a few miles outside of town and dumped her in the woods like so much trash. Leon thought they'd killed her,’ Dominique took a deep sigh. ‘But not Gayle Fonteneau. She crawled back to the road and was discovered by the Fonteneau's Warden.’
‘By the time my Father could get some of his boys out there, word had already gotten out about the rape; so he went into damage control mode; to save your Uncle from spending the rest of his life in prison. Daddy's lies worked and we'd have been safe; except for your Uncle's 'friends'. Once they figured out they were going to get away with it, those fools began bragging around town what had happened.’
‘Daddy got word the head of the Fonteneau, Mikhail's Great-Aunt Matilda, through her spies, had put together a list of the perpetrators. He wanted to get Leon out of town, enlist in the Navy, I think. Apparently Gayle's twin brother got hold of that list as well and came to town looking for the fellas responsible.’
‘What I didn't find out until years later; before you were born; was your Daddy was there when that scrawny, 15 year old psychopath with a kitchen knife and a tire iron found them, those five, big, strong, Black bucks. Theo Fonteneau tore through them like a tornado, stabbing and breaking bones; and your Daddy ran away and left his 'buddies' there to get crippled; hospitalized; mangled for life.’
‘Oh, he was brave enough after the others disarmed a teenage White girl, but when; ‘ Dominque hesitated. ‘Taliyah, Theo Fonteneau is nothing like your Samsonov boys, or their Father. He's a rail of a man, about 5'9’ and maybe 160 lbs. Back then, he was even smaller. You know how big Demetrius is; Darius' Daddy; those Big men did that to a slip of a girl; ‘
Taliyah's mind was reeling;
‘How do you know what Theo Fonteneau is like now?’ she mumbled.
‘Oh; when Gayle came back to town, I had Demetrius, the ex-Chief, make a few law enforcement inquiries about that still-at-large lunatic. He's out there, somewhere, wanted in connection to about three dozen assassinations across the Globe.’
‘Holy Shit!’ Taliyah gulped. ‘Are you and Daddy; ?’
‘Theo Fonteneau has had plenty of time to come back here and settle up with the Last Three for two decades and hasn't,’ Dominique shrugged. ‘He's a crack shot and can live off the land. The Army trained him how to be a real killer; one of their Green Beret snipers.’
‘But now Gayle, Mrs. Samsonov is back in town,’ Taliyah added.
‘Yeah,’ Dominique took another sip. ‘Yeah; ‘ let that thought trail off.
‘Do you think 'she' has forgiven Daddy?’
‘Pah,’ scoffed Dominique. ‘That woman ain't forgiven shit, Childe. I doubt it is in her.’
‘But the two of you seem to be; I don't know; getting along?’
‘Getting along?’ the older Black woman shook her head. ‘You've heard of the saying keep your friends close, your enemies closer?’ Taliyah nodded. ‘That is what I'm doing.’
Dominique couldn't confide in her daughter the real motivation; all the money and influence the hated Fonteneau was channeling her way. That would have made Taliyah think her Mamma was corruptible. The 'fact' Dominique consoled herself with was she planned to use the Fonteneau money to carry on her Pappy's and Grandpappy's Civil Rights crusade on a larger; statewide; stage.
The aching hunger in her loins which burned within her whenever she saw Vlad really, truly wasn't worth getting into with her only child. Dominique couldn't bring herself to hate Brandy for wanting to monopolize that young man's attention. She had secretly hoped their lunchtime encounter would be a letdown; less stellar than their first session; but it hadn't. If anything, Vlad was growing as a lover; which further complicated things.
‘So,’ Taliyah moped, ‘what are you going to do?’ She knew it was a Fool's Errand to ask her Daddy to do anything about this mess; his mess.
‘First I win the State Senate Seat,’ Dominique sighed. ‘Then I build up my own political machine. After that; what are your thoughts about Howard University?’
‘What about it?’ Taliyah's brow furrowed over this change in direction.
‘With the Fonteneau money, a run for a Congressional Representative seat is a real possibility, Taliyah. That means some time in Washington (D.C.) and if you were going to college there; it wouldn't be so bad plus I could give your father the house here in Kingston and move us into one of our rental properties,’ the matriarch 'suggested'.
‘I'm kind of thinking; about where Brandy is going to go to college as well as me,’ Taliyah hedged. Dominique gave her a sly grin over what wasn't said.
‘I could ask Gayle to 'suggest' to her boys they go to Georgetown; that's in D.C. too. I'm sure Brandy wouldn't mind going to a Historically Black University; that much.’
‘Mamma, she's not like that anymore; and I doubt she ever will be again,’ her daughter emphasized that last point. How could she describe to her Mother the magic Vlad had over her without; getting into the same pull she felt toward Mikhail?
Dominique Malik snorted.
‘Gayle Fonteneau has more money than the NRA and Southern Baptist Convention; combined. She wants you and Brandy in Howard, she'll find a way to bribe your way into Howard; just like she'll find a way to get her boys into Georgetown,’ Mamma Malik pledged.
‘At what price?’ Taliyah was no dummy.
‘Most likely my help in destroying the other two,’ Dom confided.
‘Who would those be?’
‘Rashaan's Papa; Demetrius Quinterre, and Darius' Pa, Xerxes Pope.’
Taliyah tried and failed to feel sorry for either man. She'd come to hate their sons and their sons had proven to be the same caliber of men as their sires; bastards with a veneer of civility (as in Darius' case), or men devoid of a moral compass (or a spine) because that wasn't what their Pa wanted their son to have (as in the case of Rashaan). At a more primitive level, the forces arrayed in support of Mr. Quinterre and Mr. Pope were arrayed against her new man (Mikhail); so her battle lines were surprisingly clear; for once.
Even with the Cheer Squad, the three Samsonov boys and two geeks, she and Brandy were going to be horribly outnumbered. They'd need another high-powered ally. Two would be even better.
‘Mamma, how do I get someone like Jewel Lafontaine on our side?’ the youngster plumbed the depth of her elder's political lore.
‘Trade what she wants for what you want her to do for you, preferably a commodity you can keep control over while she performs those favors because you can't trust someone of her character. She leave corpses in her wake without apologizes. Control what she wants and she will play ball. Lose control and she'll dump you like a hot rock,’ Dom studied her daughter. ‘What do you have in mind?’
‘She likes Vlad,’ Taliyah brought up.
‘Well, for fuck's sake, let them know of your plan,’ Dom shook her head. From what Dominique could clearly see on her daughter's face, the younger woman was not a believer. In contrast, in the short time they'd spent together, that boy and his Pa had deeply impressed the ambitious Arkansas politician. ‘Taliyah, you are doing you and Brandy a disservice by assuming all boys are a derivation of Darius, or Rashaan. A rare few will struggle to not disappoint you as long as you don't disappoint them.’
‘So, not like my Papa,’ Taliyah moped.
‘Exactly,’ Dominique kept with the 'tough love'. ‘Baby Child, if they missed one of your dance recitals they'd promised to be at, you could assume there had been a nation-wide, or at least state-wide, catastrophe the menfolk had to respond to, nothing less.’
‘You think Mikhail's like that?’ she tilted her head; a clear sign she loved the boy, well, shit-sticks.
‘Actually I think Mikhail would show up on his motorcycle and offer you a chance to ride out with him to witness the chaos; he's got a weird vibe that way,’ Dom smirked.
For a brief moment, Taliyah was brittle-angry and defensive about her 'Man'; then the words seeped through and she felt in her heart her Mother was correct. He'd offer her the chance to revel in the anarchy; and to help his brothers because that's what he would be doing. But she realized he would make the effort to show up and make the offer, damn him!
‘Yeah,’ Taliyah nodded, ‘Mikhail is ten kinds of crazy; but that makes him so much more fun.’ So much more fun than life here in Kingston as the Mayor's daughter; as Rashaan's girlfriend; and as a pawn in Darius' world. Hell yeah, ten times the crazy, but ten times the fun too! ‘I really have to get him to give me motorcycle lessons,’ Taliyah grew deeply serious.
‘Childe, those contraptions are dangerous!’ Mamma Malik protested.
‘Ya, but that is part of their charm,’ Taliyah grinned back. Maybe she couldn't save her Mother and Father's marriage. She'd made the effort with her Mamma. She'd make a serious run at her Father later this week; just to be fatally sure things were over between the two; and then she'd go back to tending to her own life; and things like learning to ride side by side with Mikhail wherever they decided to go.
Sure, her guy wasn't aware of her plans for him and 'them', but he'd come around. She already had his Mamma's permission to apply corrective measures to the most pig-headed of the Samsonov triplets and Taliyah was sure this was an endurance contest she could win. Besides, she would figure out ways to make this fun for him too; another 'life lesson' from the Queen Bitch (Mrs. Samsonov).
It didn't suck that Jewel Lafontaine wanted Brandy's man, not hers. Brandy really didn't appreciate the danger yet, but she would. And Taliyah would be there to help her keep Vlad in their orbit too. Brandy had her share of misfortune this year and, as her BFF, it was part of Taliyah's duty to help turn things around. Besides, keeping the well-intentioned Vlad out of the cruel orbit of Jewel would be great fun for Mikhail as well; uniting Brandy, Mikhail and Taliyah in bonds all the stronger. After all, once Jewel set her sights on Vlad, he'd need all the help he could get to escape her evil clutches.
Cheer Squad (12 Girls: 4 Black, 6 White and 2 Mixed)
The black girls are;
· Sultana Berry is Very Light skinned, fawn complexioned.
· Vantrice Kirby is Very Dark umber complexion. Her hair is dyed florescent red-black striped, shoulder-length.
· Alondra Lamb has Very Light tawny skin. She’s Dumb as a stump. The medium-brown beauty. Alondra had kinky, black hair with blonde highlights. Hazel eyes. Alondra was taller by a few inches. Brandy had the larger bust and hips. Alondra's buttock were accentuated to the top while Brandy's were more balanced hemispheres. I couldn't tell whose smile I liked more.
· Taliyah Malik is a Co-Captain. Her skin is dark, the complexion of dark chocolate with barely a hint of dilution. Her hair is long, black and straightened with pronounced bangs and a quarter-curl just past the shoulders. The rest of her hair is pulled back in a braid often secured with a bow whose color changes from day to day though in alternating school colors on 'game days'. Her coppery-fringed brown eyes are as dark as cooked coffee beans which flick around any gathering, weighing the words of anyone who speaks, girl, or boy.
Her ass is a work of art, more consideration given to the upper half of the hemisphere than on most girls yet almost all muscle with only the slightest sheathing of fatty tissue to give it a more gentle shape. Her breasts are the same way; a firm, almost pert, C-cup, without a hint of sag which have this hypnotic jiggle when she is performing her gymnastic maneuvers, or stomping on Mikhail. The rest of her body conforms to that of a young woman sculpted by regular exercise and constant physical activity.
More of a 5'8’, or 9’ to Brandy's 5'4’, but she carries it so well, being slightly more slender to Brandy's solid compactness. She is just as likely to be seen walking around with a haughty demeanor with a cutting remark to any student who is not obsequious enough, fast enough. This is Her school after all.
The white girls are;
· Brandy Crystal Carson, the Co-Captain; has pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Her breasts? Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.
Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-white' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled. Each is a perfect hemisphere. Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks, (no shoes), that finished off her delectable image.
· Mia Ryker with blonde hair.
· Amber Lee Huffington who has Brunette hair.
· Misty Dawn Sizemore, with Russet hair. She’s the cousin of 'Buck'
· Betty Jo Starling is Blonde; and Dumb as a stump.
· Randi Leigh Upshaw; Her long, brunette hair, normally in a ponytail. Her mahogany skin (she is White, but tanned well) appears more flushed than normal, her small nipples are a bright crimson with her half-dollar-sized areolas being a rich reddish-brown.
The mixed race girls are;
· Le 'Pearl' Yates, (Midnight Black) Has mid-length hair, half-Vietnamese/half-Black. She plays dumb, but is actually really very smart. She has Lustrous-golden brown skin, one eye grey, the other blue, of medium height, lithe with smallish firm breasts and a tight ass. Midnight-black hair (often worn in pig-tails), and sucks on blow-pops.
· Noémie Lucie Desdunes (Creole) with long, deep brown, wavy locks, golden-brown skin and sporty build, and honey-colored eyes.
Based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.