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Broke Blossoms	By : TheChemist Category: M through R > Riverdale Views: 10641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t have anything to do with the show, comic or characters of Riverdale, including Cheryl and Penelope Blossom and Betty Cooper. Mature themes so must be older than 18. I make no money from this fictional story.

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Title: Broke Blossoms Part 4: Betty’s Boon
Show: Riverdale
Author: The Chemist
Character (sex): Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper, Richard Phillips, Malachai
Character (non-sex): Reggie, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Penelope Blossom
Codes: MF, FF. MMFF, anal, oral
Disclaimer: I don’t have anything to do with the show, comic or characters of Riverdale, including Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper, Richard Phillips, Malachai, Reggie, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, or Penelope Blossom. Mature themes must be older than 18. I make no money from this fictional story.
Summary: Still having a boon owed for fixing Cheryl’s car not long ago, Betty calls it in, in order for Cheryl to get info on the Jingle Jangle. When she needs some help, Cheryl asks Betty to get her hands dirty. e for support. In order to stop the Serpents from continuing to be unfairly arrested and held, Betty agrees.

“GRRRR!”
“Did you just growl?” Veronica Lodge asked.
“Yes!” Betty barked, slamming her pencil down on the page. “I’m so close to a breakthrough but I’m lacking enough evidence.”
Veronica was doing her homework in the school newspaper room, keeping a stressed Betty Cooper company. The teen reporter had been working on a big story about Jingle Jangle, the drug-of-the-day that had been ravaging the youth of Riverdale of late. She knew in her bones that the Ghoulies and a person nicknamed the Sugarman were involved, but she needed some hard evidence in order for the sheriff to do anything about it.
“Use your words Betty,” Veronica asked, taking her reading glasses from her face. “Talk it out and maybe that’ll help.”
Betty did just that. She explained how the drugs were being peddled by the Ghoulies, who were a gang like the Southside Serpents but with no morals. Their leader was a ruthless and crazed 20-something named Malachai, who was clever enough to not only keep his gang from being detected by the cops for Jingle Jangle, but was leaving a false breadcrumb trail to keep getting the Serpents unfairly arrested.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Veronica interrupted, an idea striking her. “It seems like there is a large connection coming from the high school in the southside of town.”
“Yes!” Betty exclaimed, stabbing her finger at a picture of a rugged yet handsome face on the board. “Meet Mr. Phillips. Surname Robert. Old Robby here has the means of making Jingle Jangle…”
“Given that he’s a chem teacher,” Veronica added as Betty continued.
“And suddenly deep pockets. He’s been using hookers…
“We call them sex workers now,” Veronica chirped in.
“Robert Phillips has been using sex workers regularly for a few months now. Not to mention having a brand new sporty car which is worth more money than a public high school teacher makes in 9 months,” Betty outlined.
“Suspicious. Very suspicious,” the raven-haired girl agreed.
“But Sheriff Keller said there is nothing he can do with such weak evidence. And since I’m not a student at Southside High, nor am I a prostitute, I don’t have easy access to Mr. Phillips. Any contact I make with him will be forced and so he’ll be suspicious of me from the start,” Betty finished explaining, which was the reason for her growl.
“Interesting. What if I know someone who does have access to him,” Veronica asked after a moment.
“Juggy can’t. Sure, he’s a student of Mr Phillips but Juggy’s a Serpent and so the main supplier of a drug that the Ghoulies sell won’t trust Jug,” the blonde answered, though she had made an incorrect assumption.
“I’m not talking about Jughead,” Veronica replied. “I think we need to talk about what Cheryl and her mom have been up to…”
*   *   *
Betty had never been to Cheryl’s family manor before. As the iron gate swung open and Cheryl’s car pulled down the long driveway, Betty thought of how gothic the mansion looked. She expected gargoyles to be flying around the grounds, but luckily the only ghoul present was a human waiting inside in the parlour. Cheryl and Betty exited the cherry red convertible that now ran as smooth as ever thanks to Betty’s repairs a month back. In fact, it was that free auto service that had earned the blonde a boon from Cheryl, which was what Betty was cashing in.
“Mother?”
“In the parlour, slut,” Penelope Blossom answered her daughter. When Cheryl entered with Betty Cooper beside her, Penelope was surprised. “Is Alice Cooper’s daughter getting in on the world’s oldest profession as well? You certainly have the tits and ass for it.”
“Mother!” Cheryl shrieked in outrage. “Behave.”
“Oh sorry. When a whore brings in another pretty girl, I just assume that she too wants to be a paid slut,” the older woman retorted, sipping her whiskey.
“I’m flattered but I am here about your...line of work,” Betty spoke. “I assume Robert Phillips is a client of yours?”
“You know I can’t tell a budding reporter such confidential information,” Penelope replied, her eyes flashing down to Betty’s purse, indicating that she could be persuaded for the right price.
“I want to know the next time he calls…” Betty stated before Cheryl took over.
“And you’ll send me to him,” the young redhead finished.
“Really? Ready to make your profession official and become one of my girls?” Penelope eyed her daughter.
Cheryl flashed her brown eyes over to Betty before addressing her mother. “If you do this for me, I’ll owe you.”
“Wonderful,” Penelope cackled. “But I want Betty included as well.”
“No,” Cheryl said with steel in her voice. “Only my indentured service. 3 uses.”
“10.”
“Ten!? You’ve got to be kidding,” Betty interjected.
“This makes us even,” Cheryl said to Betty before turning to her mother. “Deal. You let me have Robert and in return...I’m yours to sell off 10 times.”
“You’ll hear from me as soon as he calls,” Penelope smiled with all her teeth.
*   *   *
“Your John has summoned my services,” Penelope told her daughter 2 days after their conversation.
“Great. When?” Cheryl asked, rolling off her bed.
“Now. He’s downstairs,” the Madame explained.
“What?! No notice?” the redhead fumed.
“It gets better. He has a friend with him. Real creepy looking. So he needs two girls.”
“Shit. Okay. If you lend me one of your girls then…”
“Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl. You can’t afford one of my girls and I refuse to accept more of your debt before you’ve shown you can live up to the 10 you already owe,” Penelope retorted.
“What the hell am I gonna do then,” Cheryl asked, running hands through her silky red hair in a nervous habit.
“May I suggest Betty…”
*   *   *
Cheryl was dressed and downstairs to meet the two men that were for her 5 minutes after her mother’s revelations. She found Robert Phillips, aka Sugarman, leering at a number of the servers and other whores. Her eye was also drawn to the tall, slim man that was clearly Sugarman’s plus one. Indeed creepy-looking and yet somewhat handsome, he had long curly hair and a look in his eyes that screamed danger.
“You must be Robert,” Cheryl said, approaching the men. “And you are?”
“Horny for you, sugar tits,” the crazed man replied.
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Cheryl gave him a friendly smile for the comment, but it was well earned. Though she typically preferred wearing red to match her luscious locks, tonight she wore black. It was more suitable for the gothic surroundings, plus it made her alabaster skin look even more radiant. Her black top had long lace sleeves that were transparent, as was much of the top as a whole. Solid black in the form of a tank top covered her chest, though it gave off a healthy amount of cleavage. Despite being a teenager, Cheryl’s tits were incredible, both in size and perkiness, leading many of her classmates to think they were the result of plastic surgery. Despite the complexity of her top, Cheryl wore very little from the waist down. Essentially she wore black panties and a pair of knee-high heeled boots that were also black.
“You can call me Robbie and this is my man Malachai,” the teacher introduced.
“Shall we grab some drinks as we wait for my friend to arrive?” Cheryl offered. “On the house, of course.”
The three of them sat at the bar and chatted, all while the two older men made less than subtle passes at Cheryl. Which was fine, after all, they had bought her so they could touch as they willed. Happy with the free booze, both men drank a number of glasses, all while Cheryl had enough to numb herself but not get sloppy. With each drink the men became sloppier with their speech and actions, which was the plan. Finally, a new figure arrived in the former living and dining space that now served as the barroom for Penelope’s whore house.
“Betty!” Cheryl waved the blonde over.
Cheryl and her two drunk guests turned in the direction that the golden-haired girl was walking to them from. With her hair pulled back in a typical ponytail, the high school reporter looked stunning. Her long legs were poking out from under a skirt that she wore smaller than normally, with the curves of her thick ass barely covered. Betty also made sure her tits were proudly displayed in a low cut top, with the C-cup boobs easily grabbing the men’s attention.
“The cab is waiting out front,” the blonde said after her introduction.
“Cab? Where are we going?” a slurring Sugarman asked.
“Your place, silly,” Betty answered, resting her hand on the inside of his elbow. “I figured we’d have less...restrictions if we went out from under the Madame’s nose.”
Cheryl had a quick conversation with her mom, likely about the drink tab that was due. Despite the fact she felt drunken hands pawing mostly her ass, Betty could see Cheryl hang her head in defeat. The redhead was likely indenturing herself further into being a prostitute for her mom in order to pay off the drinking tab. Regardless, the redhead put a big smile back on her face as she led the foursome outside where the taxi was waiting.
“So what’s the plan,” Betty whispered as the men talked to a taxi driver.
“We go back to Sugarman’s house, finish getting them blackout drunk, which shouldn’t take too long then look for your evidence,” Cheryl replied in the same hushed tone.
“One problem, Cheryl. What if they don’t blackout and expect me to follow through,” Betty asked.
“God forbid innocent Betty Cooper get her hands dirty,” Cheryl chided. “Relax though. We’ll keep your pussy property of the delinquent Jughead Jones. I’ve already fed them so much alcohol they barely know their names. I have a bottle in my purse if they don’t have any in their presumably dirty apartment. And if I’m wrong, then you get the hell out of there and I’ll take care of them.”
“Let’s go,” Malachai hissed at the teens.
Since it was she who was on the hook for this job, Cheryl offered to take the middle seat in the back seat and insisted Betty take the front, which she was more than happy to accept. The Sugarman offered to put the curvy blonde on his lap but the driver came to her rescue this time by telling them that he couldn’t offer the ticket if caught.
“Just drive and make it quick,” Malachai spat at the man.
Once they were seated, the driver peeled out from the manor and headed for the teacher’s apartment, which wasn’t far. Cheryl hadn’t even done up her belt when her head was wrenched to the side and Malachai’s tongue was crammed in her mouth. She returned the kiss to the drunken man and felt his paws start groping over her body.
“Can’t decide if I like these big tits...” Malachai started, one hand groping through Cheryl’s poor excuse of a shirt. With his left hand, he slid it from Cheryl’s thigh and around her back to clutch her perfect peach of an ass. “Or this thick booty.”
Of course Cheryl wasn’t the only one who was in the thick of the action. The Sugarman had managed to get his arms around the chair and wrapped them around Betty’s body. He had no trouble undoing her jacket then moved inside to knead her large tits through her clothes. Despite the fact she was still only a high school student, the blonde had nice firm tits easily filled his large hands.
“Yup…those are my boobs. You found them,” Betty said while looking over her shoulder to stare daggers at Cheryl.
The redhead must have felt the icy glare, or more likely heard Betty’s comments about getting felt up. Taking action, Cheryl broke the messy kiss with the Ghoulie, still feeling his saliva on her lips and the skin around her mouth. Allowing Malachai to keep groping her pillowy tits and kissing her neck, the teen prostitute wrapped an arm around Mr. Phillips’ arm and pulled him towards her for a kiss. His arms instinctively fell away from Betty, but landed on her, one arm holding her face while the other squirmed into her pants (or the pair of panties she wore in lew of pants).
“Wet already,” Sugarman stated as he dipped two fingers into her snatch.
“Oh yeah,” Cheryl cooed before kissing him again. “I just wish we could send blondie away so I could have you all to myself.”
“You’re all types of kinky, ain’t you,” Sugarman slurred before turning to Betty, clearly having dismissed Cheryl’s attempt to save Betty. “You freaky like your friend too?”
“Super kinky,” Betty replied in her typical sarcastic tone before her journalistic instincts kicked in. “So how do you two know each other?”
“You could say that Malachai is my middle man. The Pinkman to my Heisenberg,” Sugarman answered, confirming Betty’s thoughts.
“Well me and my whore friend are always looking for a good time,” Betty replied, trying to bait the hook.
“Shit man! You missed the turn!” Sugarman yelled at the cabbie, ignoring Betty. “Take the alley up ahead on the left.”
The taxi driver took the directions and navigated the streets with ease given how dead they were. Within seconds he was pulling up into the driveway of the apartment complex where Sugarman apparently lived. He hadn’t upgraded his living situation despite some extra funds these days from the drug selling. It was an old high-rise that looked in desperate need of a renovation. The brickwork was beaten up, chipped or missing completely in sections, while several windows were broken.
“Have fun tonight guys,” the cabbie said with a grin, giving the two working girls an up-and-down with his eyes for a final time.
Betty was the first one to reach the door, whereas the other three in the party reached it at roughly the same time. Malachai had paid the taxi but had quickly caught up to Cheryl, proceeding to cram his tongue back into her mouth. Of course she wasn’t able to move that quickly since Sugarman’s hand was still shoved in her pants, fingering her pussy.
“Elevator’s broken. It’s only a few floors up,” the teacher said, pushing open the door to the stairway.
“Or we can just fuck here,” the gang member suggested, attempting to remove Cheryl’s bottoms.
“No, let's wait for upstairs. I think we could all use some drinks first,” the redhead insisted.
The party headed up the stairs, Betty leading followed by Cheryl who had both men hot on her heels. With each passing flight, they reached out to squeeze her hard, firm ass or pull at her panties, the waistband coming down enough to see the alabaster color her curvy cheeks. Finally they got to the right floor and entered his apartment.
“I know it doesn’t look like much, but it’ll do for now,” the drunk teacher slurred.
He was correct when he said it didn’t look like much. The entire residence was around 500 square feet, with an additional room off to one side. This was odd, as that room was presumably the bedroom, and yet the main room was set up like a bachelor apartment with the living room and bedroom were beside each other. The kitchen was tiny, and the only furniture in the place was a TV, stained couch and an unmade bed. Overall the space was cluttered and dirty, and both ladies wished they didn’t have to be in this space for a second longer than needed.
“How about some more drinks,” Betty said after looking around.
“I got a better idea,” Malachai retorted before he took her hand and took a seat on the couch, Betty coming along for the ride. “You girls ever do Jingle Jangle? Cuz the Sugarman can hook you up.”
Either Sugarman was too preoccupied groping Cheryl or too drunk to have heard Malachai refer to him in the drug kingpin nickname. This definitely confirmed to Betty that Robert was the manufacturer of Jingle Jangle and that he was supplying it for the Ghoulies to deal around town. Looking around the apartment, Betty now noticed that the boxes weren’t empty or full of junk, but that they held brick upon brick of the illicit drug.
“Anyway…I thought your apartment would be…different with all the money you were bragging about,” Betty said, hoping Malachai would forget about doing drugs with them. “Where do you get all that money anyway.”
“Enough talk for now,” Sugarman demanded, his hand sliding to the top of Cheryl’s head and pushing down. “Time for fun.”
“Hold up cowboy,” Betty said, jumping off the couch and pulling Cheryl close. “Need to use the little girls room with my whore friend. And you know us girls, always going to the bathroom together.”
“Be quick about it,” Sugarman told them. “We’ll just have another drink.”
“Great idea,” Cheryl replied before going into the small room with her friend.
“Did you see all the Jingle Jangle?” Cheryl asked Betty as they closed the bathroom door.
“I peeked into the other room too. They’re using the bedroom as a lab to make the stuff,” Betty added. “Okay. I’m down for some kissing and over-the-clothes stuff. That should buy us time for them to pass out.”
“Deal.” Cheryl nodded.
The two teens took another moment to prepare before they left the shelter of the bathroom and emerged back into the den with a pair of drug-dealing men. Rather than find them passed out on the sofa, or staggering around on the verge of blacking out, the men were pacing the floor around the coffee table as if they’d just finished a triple espresso. A look on the table revealed the reason for their energy - several empty straws of Jingle Jangle rested near even more full ones.
“We thought you girls might like to join us for a bump,” Sugarman told the shocked looking teens.
As Malachai finished another snort of the designer drug, he added, “You’ll never fuck so good in your life.”
In her research of Sugarman, Betty had learnt that Jingle Jangle is a drug used as a stimulant, and, according to Reggie, is able to boost energy and keep the user wide-awake. He also added with a big grin that it provided reinvigorating sexual performance as one of its effects. Essentially it was cocaine, Molly and Viagra all wrapped in one handy hit. It was also highly addictive, but safe when consumed with discretion.
“Say you have a stomach bug and get out of here,” Cheryl whispered to the blonde.
“No way. This is the big break my story needed,” Betty’s investigative instincts kicked in. “I’m seeing this through.”
In reality, Betty didn’t want to be here, but with the way the Ghoulies kept framing the Serpents for Jingle Jangle, it was only a matter of time until Jughead was taken from her. Therefore, she would play along with this whole teenage prostitute business for a little longer. Taking Cheryl’s hand in hers for both moral strength and support, Betty led them to the coffee table and their waiting lines of Jingle Jangle.
“Holy fucking crap,” Betty snapped her head back after taking a large snort.
“Shit balls!” Cheryl exclaimed a moment later. “Like cocaine on steroids.”
Cheryl was taking the nose candy better than Betty, on account of having to sample her father’s cocaine whenever she made a deal to sell it. The straight-laced blonde though was having a lot of feelings. Every fiber of her being was lit up as if she was hooked up to a battery, starting with her brain. She paced the floor of the dirty apartment, shaking her arms as her brain tried to come to terms with the drug. As her body processed the Jingle Jangle, not only was Betty feeling it in her brain, but in her pussy and nipples as they became extremely wet and hard, respectively.
“Blah blah blah,” was what Betty heard from a deep voice.
“Dude, chill and breathe,” Cheryl calmed her friend, rubbing Betty’s shoulders.
Cheryl quickly caught up Betty about the guys wanting a little show from them. The redhead was clearly the more level-headed and sobered of the two so she stepped right in front of the curvy blonde and brought her into her arms. Despite the size difference with Cheryl being 5’3 and Betty several inches taller, it made Cheryl a perfect height to lean in and kiss Betty’s neck. The second her ruby red lips touched the blonde’s skin she felt Betty melt. Not only did the blonde settle down, but now her growing sexual appetite had a target.
“Are you okay with this,” Cheryl whispered in her ear between light kisses. “Remember you can get the hell out of here at any time.”
“I’m not going anywhere, you sexy little ginger,” Betty replied.
As Cheryl looked up into Betty’s normally piercing eyes, she found a profound hunger in the gaze, Betty still had a few mental blocks that needed toppling, such as being in a committed relationship, not being a lesbian and not being an actual whore either. Rather than voice her affirmative response, Betty nodded her head ever so slightly, which Cheryl felt right away since she had a hand on the side of her face. Moving her mouth up her neck, the redhead kissed over her jaw and cheek before she reared back enough for their noses to clear one another then slowly pressed her lips against Betty’s.
“Those lips are magical,” Betty murmured as if under their spell.
If Betty was apprehensive about kissing another girl, which had only happened one other time, then it wasn’t showing. Likely the Jingle Jangle was helping, but also Cheryl was super hot with an unparalleled body and unbelievably big and soft lips. Though Cheryl had been going slow for the blonde’s sake, Betty wanted and needed more. Reaching down, the straight girl clutched the sides of her Cheryl’s face, held her tightly and pushed her tongue into the friend’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Cheryl moaned into the other girl’s mouth.
It took no time at all for them to transition from lip pressing to tongues sliding on and against each other as they battle for supremacy. Both girls were clearly into each other as they hungrily ate one another’s face with little regard for how sloppy their kissing was getting. Sure, the Jingle Jangle had its hooks in them, but they had a history of sexual tension between them since sophomore year. Now that they had a means to act on it, all that mattered to them was how badly they wanted to show the other how horny they were and sexy they found one another.
“You two lesbians or something?” Sugarman asked, a noticeably bulge in his pants after the girls display. “Looks like you guys are really into each other.”
Cheryl disengaged the kiss to respond to the large man, much to Betty’s dissatisfaction. As she swallowed down the saliva in her mouth she turned her gaze to her employer for the night and was caught off-guard. While she and the blonde were lost in one another during their passionate make-out session, both men were now sporting large tenting in the front of their pants.
“Nope…just really curious,” Betty replied, giving her friend another kiss.
“Well we’re curious what you two look like naked,” Malachai came back with.
Despite the Jingle Jangle loosening her up, Betty was hesitant and didn’t start to disrobe until she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Betty peeled off the long jacket she had been wearing and after seeing no coat hook to hang it on, she threw it onto the floor in what looked the cleanest spot. Underneath she was wearing a top that was low cut in order to maximize the cleavage her large breast produced. She also wore a grey skirt that descended just over her firm booty, which was useful to show off her juicy thighs.
“Fuck blondie, you were hiding that hot body under that jacket,” the Ghoulie complimented.
Meanwhile in the time it took Betty to just take off her jacket, Cheryl had made far more headway. With her competitive spirit engaged, the teen reporter caught up in a hurry. Betty’s clothes were more straightforward to remove than Cheryl's expensive outfit that looked more at home on a runway or magazine layout. By the time the redhead had undressed from the see-through lace outfit with only her knee-high boots left on, Betty stood naked with her in front of the two men on the sofa. Betty look at the two men gawking at them then she looked over at Cheryl who was looking back at her, then they both took a moment to admire the other’s body.
“What bodies!” all four seemed to say some iteration of those words all at the same time.
Betty had seen Cheryl in all her naked glory on many occasions in the girls locker room after cheerleading. However, it still didn’t make it any less breathtaking. The highlight of the redhead’s impeccable body had to be her tits that seemed to be a meaty C cup. But it wasn’t just the size that made Betty actively have to stop herself from drooling, instead it was how perky they were and each capped with a perfectly placed bright pink nipple. Tied for her best feature was her ass, which was much bigger than it had any right to be. It was a testament to hard work since the Blossom girl had a tiny waist and narrow hips and yet her booty was extremely thick.
“Jesus! That ass,” Malachai commented.
Betty’s body was also equally mesmerizing for Cheryl to stare at and appreciate. Her golden hair combined wonderfully with her tanned skin. Betty’s tits were wonderfully large, which made it a mystery to Cheryl why the blonde kept them hidden under sweaters much of the time. They were perfect globes that hung perfectly in front of her chest, bouncing every time she took a deep breath. What did surprise Cheryl given how goodie-goodie Betty came off was finding that the blonde liked keeping her pubes non-existent, shaving or waxing them clean off much like the redhead had done.
“Both of you are absolutely gorgeous,” Sugarman said to them, drawing a nod from his friend.
“Now why don’t you naked lesbians crawl your asses over here and start sucking us off,” Malachai ordered, already undoing his pants.
“Okay, get out of here Betty,” Cheryl said in a low voice. “You’ve confirmed your hunch already and can take your time to set up a sting or whatever.”
Betty gave her a sympathetic look that portrayed how sorry she was that she was gonna bail on her. Cheryl quickly made up some excuse to the guys as to why her friend had to leave, but promised to indulge them in any and all sexual fantasies they wanted to live out. The men grumbled but then again they had only ‘bought’ Cheryl for the night plus they were still going to get to have one extremely sexy and willing plaything for the whole night.
Betty had come this far, being roused from bed, going to a seedy whorehouse and then allowing them to take her back to their place. Hell, she even made out and had a genuine lesbian experience with her friend, but she didn’t want to go further with these two gross human beings. Turning to leave once fully dressed, she opened the door then stood in the archway, affording one last look at Cheryl who had already been seized by both of them, kneeling in front of them.
“Ugh…I’m totally gonna regret this but I can’t leave her.”
Betty didn’t like this situation one bit but then again she didn’t like the prospect of leaving her friend alone with two drunk and high men, one of whom was a gang leader with a number of murders attributed to him, while the other was a budding drug kingpin. Plus the Jingle Jangle having taken root in Betty’s brain and cranking up her libido was also compelling Betty to stay.
The blonde spun on her heels as she tossed her head back in resignation, closing the door in the process. Neither man had noticed that she stuck around yet so she stripped her clothes back off and threw them into a pile. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves before she headed straight into the thick of the action. She thought throwing herself in head first would be the best way of handling her anxiety and stop her from chickening out.
“So who’s my date,” Betty asked, kneeling beside her best friend.
“That would be me,” Malachai claimed.
“Sucking off the rival gang’s leader...Juggy will love that,” Betty mused.
The muscular long-haired man stopped his groping of Cheryl’s tits as she sucked on the high school teacher and got into a reclined position on the sofa. Betty crawled over to position herself right in front of him, her head now hovering above his erect cock. She wished he was lacking in the pants department, but the Ghoulies’ leader was packing a good sized cock. Only 7 inches long, it was as thick around as her wrist, which would suit her just fine when it came time to fuck him.
“Man this thing is a beauty,” Betty commented internally.
Wrapping her fingers around the midpoint of his shaft, Betty gave him a long pull along its entire length going down then back up again. She had to remind herself to swallow the saliva in her mouth for fear of drooling all over Malachai’s impressive manhood. Malachai was far from a patient man, especially when on Jingle Jangle, so he placed his large hand on the top of her head and laced his fingers within her golden hair. That action seemed to have brought the younger reporter back to reality and reminded her she had a job to do here. Not wasting any more time, she ran her tongue up the entire length of his erect member until arriving at his bulbous tip. After a few swirls with her wet tongue she popped him into her receptive mouth for some sucking.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,”Malachai hissed through gritted teeth.
As Betty started to blow the Ghoulie, Cheryl was well underway orally pleasing her man. The redhead had worked up to a good pace as she was throwing her head up and down Sugarman’s length, the downward force causing her to slam his tip against the back of her mouth. The technique would have been enough for anyone to gag except for an experienced cocksucker like Cheryl, as all her ‘practice’ on the Serpents had really helped. She absorbed the blow and dragged her lips quickly back up to his tip to apply greater suction then repeat the action again.
“Gllkkk...kklllkkkk,” Cheryl gagged and gurgled as spit decorated the teacher’s dick.
Now that Betty had focused in one the task at hand instead of dwelling on the circumstances that led her to be in her current position, the two girls were mirroring each other nicely. If synchronized oral sex was ever in the Olympics then Cheryl and Betty would have been given serious consideration for representing the US, as they were both bobbing on their respective cocks with similar intensity and speed.
“Hey ponytail! Go eat out your friend,” Sugarman commented to Betty.
“Seeing your beautiful face peeking out from red’s big booty will look so hot,” Malachai added. “Plus it’ll be great when you are tongue deep inside Cheryl when I get my dick deep inside you.”
“There is a certain symmetry to that,” Betty replied.
Breaking contact between her hand and his tool, the busty blonde stayed down on her knees and turned around. She could feel both sets of eyes on her ass as she crawled back behind her friend and got in position just as the men had told her to do. Betty didn’t have any experience with going down on a girl, but she’d been on the receiving end of it countless times over the last few years from Jughead. Thinking of what he would do, Betty used her hands to pull apart Cheryl’s meaty cheeks and give her better access to the redhead’s bald pussy. It was quite a sight for Betty as her folds were so pink and already moist, the blonde even found herself subconsciously licking her lips before dipping her head forward and running her tongue through her slit.
“Umm God that’s good,” Cheryl groaned. “Sure you haven’t done that before?”
Betty took a moment to admire the noises that were radiating from Cheryl’s direction, not to mention the sweet taste of her juices. Having given a number of good blowjobs in the past, the sexy blonde could appreciate the considerable skill that her friend had, as her throaty gurgling noises were making Betty wetter by the second. So turned on at this point, Betty couldn’t be stopped in dipping her tongue into Cheryl’s pussy and tasting her sweet nectar again. In the deepest recesses of her sexual mind, she’d been dying to have a lesbian experience with her former tormentor and the chance was finally at hand.
Despite a lack of experience, her horniness and the Jingle Jangle overcame those little setbacks. Betty was a woman possessed, performing long licks from clitoris to the entrance of Cheryl’s hole then paused to lap around the slightly depressed area. Once she had collected all of Cheryl’s juices from the exterior, the bi-curious girl dived inside her pussy and began getting acquainted with the warm, wet environment of Cheryl Blossom’s snatch. Cramming her tongue deep inside her hole, the horny blonde lapped at each of Cheryl’s inner walls and dragged as much of her sweet nectar back into her mouth that she could savor it before gulping it down.
“Yeah that’s right, taste your friend’s sweet pussy,” Mr. Phillips encouraged.
Though Malachai was thoroughly enjoying himself while Betty was blowing him, he couldn’t wait to get his dick wet inside the sexy blonde. He also got the added bonus of seeing Betty going to town on the curvy redhead’s pussy, which made him even hotter. Given the way that she was munching in Cheryl’s bald twat, the busty blonde sure looked like she was into chicks. After having a chance to recover after Betty’s great blowjob, Malachai got into position behind the horny blonde and rubbed his hands over Betty’s ass, which was perched up in the air at waist level to him.
“You got a mighty fine booty back here. That big ass must help offset those huge titties of yours,” Malachai told her.
“Thanks…I guess,” the blonde replied with Cheryl’s juices slathered all over her face.
Betty went right back to work on licking her classmate’s pussy but changed up her technique. Instead of just burying herself in Cheryl’s gushing hole, Betty focused on her clit then would lick down the entire length and back again. All while the horny girl was doing that, Cheryl continued to slobber all over Sugarman’s lengthy cock as Malachai kept groping Betty’s firm ass from behind. After a couple of playful slaps that were just hard enough to get the meat to jiggle, he stopped teasing, lined up his forearm-sized dick and slipped it right into Betty’s pussy. Something that size needed to be slowly worked into her tight hole but the blonde was so wet from going down on Cheryl that she was rapidly adapting to his girth.
“Whew,” Betty screamed, having been caught off-guard.
Other than the surprise of being penetrated, it felt great to have her little pussy expanded by the horny man. She and Juggy had been sex partners for awhile now, but having someone different inside her felt like a welcome vacation from the norm. Wider but not as long as her boyfriend, Malachai also had a different, more aggressive style to him as well. He didn’t care that he treated her like a whore, fucking her harder and faster than Jughead ever would mainly because she was technically Malachai’s whore tonight.
“Yes! Fuck me,” a Jingle Jangled Betty screamed.
As Betty’s head lifted to scream her tongue was still out and was dragging up Cheryl’s slit. It traveled over her pussy, dipping inside only slightly, then continued up until Betty actually licked her friend’s butt hole. It wasn’t the first time she had tasted ass before, but never had she done that to someone else.
“Mmmpp,” Cheryl moaned with Sugarman’s dick deep in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Whatever you did to her Ponytail, keep it up,” the teacher told Betty.
“She licked the ginger’s asshole,” Malachai informed the drug kingpin. “Penelope hooked us up with some great whores this time,” he added while still stroking his tool into Betty.
“Well keep getting it lubed up because I’ll be fucking her cute little bum soon enough,” Sugarman instructed.
“Lucky me,” Cheryl thought grimly.
The thought of performing a rimjob wasn’t the most appealing thought to Betty, but her first lick didn’t taste bad. Plus the thought of anyone, even someone she used to hate like Cheryl Blossom, didn’t deserve to have anal sex while bone dry. With her mind and resolve now set, Betty knew what she was to do. She flashed the man behind her a quick glance, seeing a look of pure elation on Malachai’s face as his thick cock pushed into her moistened twat repeatedly then focused on the matter at hand, or more like the one right in front of her pretty face. She let out a few moans of pleasure since the Ghoulie was doing a rather good job at fucking her, though it was a lot rougher then she was used to with Jughead.
“Oh yes, cousin!” Cheryl screamed in delight.
Betty was pleased that already the redhead was squirming under her tongue’s touch. Buoyed by the vocal encouragement, Betty landed in the tract between Cheryl’s rounded cheeks and followed it back until her wet tongue glided over the sealed crinkled entrance to her back door. Feeling more confident, the blonde pulled apart Cheryl’s cheeks as far as they could go. This gave her better access to her anal passage and she took full advantage of that fact by lapping around her sensitive hole in concentric circles. Already her desired effect was working, as Cheryl’s muffled moans were emitted from around the teacher’s cock wrapped around her lips.
However what happened next would be a surprise for Betty, as once she started jabbing the tip of her tongue against the center of the redhead’s poop chute, Cheryl relaxed her anal ring. Cheryl was well versed in knowing how to make herself gape due to all the anal sex she’d been having this year, As the redhead’s anus opened up, Betty’s tongue went inadvertently shooting into her rectum.
“Oh yeah, lick your cousin’s dumper clean, you dirty girl,” Malachai cheered.
Betty was prepared to be completely disgusted once she became aware of what had happened. But instead, she liked the change. Rather than being wet and juicy like her pussy, the blonde noted that the tight passage was warm and dry. The taste was different too as it was more bold and salty, but not unpleasant. More interesting, Cheryl was enjoying it immensely. Betty didn’t know how to describe it but there was something so viscerally pleasing about having her tongue licking her friend’s asshole clean while her sphincter gently squeezed her.
Betty’s skill with her tongue made Cheryl think that her friend must have been having lesbian trysts on the side as she was remarkable between her soft thighs. Maybe with her bestie Veronica? What was even more remarkable was the fact that the blonde was accomplishing such a good rimjob all while her pussy was being repeatedly battered by the crazed Ghoulie behind her. Over and over the curvy blonde lapped inside her tight hole with gentleness that conveyed passion, which made the redhead continue to moan. Though Betty would have preferred to be feasting on Cheryl’s velvety glistening hole, this was a solid consolation prize.
“Either you’re in serious pain or you’re about to blow,” Malachai laughed as he gave Betty’s meaty ass a firm spank.
“Gonna cum,” Sugarman groaned.
Cheryl barely had time to process his late warning before she felt the first streak of cum splatter against the back of her palate. It caught her off-guard but the redhead adapted and recovered well as she proceeded to collect his entire salty and foul load in her mouth. She was happy when his dick stopped pulsing between her plump lips, letting her know that his balls had drained his entire essence onto her tongue.
“Share with your friend,” the tired teacher told her.
Rather than spit out the gross jizz onto the floor or swallow it down, the busty redhead spun around to face her friend. She was sad having the blonde’s tongue no longer inches deep in her ass but she was extremely happy to have made Mr. Phillips cum so quickly. With any luck he had just exhausted himself and would be passed out within minutes, leaving the girls a two-on-one situation with Malachai, who’d share a similar fate as the teacher.
Now right in front of Betty. the redhead tried to telepathically offer her regret and apologizes for what she was about to do. Going into a tall kneel, Cheryl used her freed hands to steady the other girl’s face before leaning in and kissing her again. Cheryl tasted her own sweet pussy juices on Betty’s lips as she spat the repugnant goo into her friend’s mouth. The blonde was ready for the transfer but not for the awful taste. Having sucked and swallowed her fair amount of semen, it was always from Jughead, who had decent tasting semen. Now tasting someone new for the first time, Betty was surprised by how greasy and gross the much older man tasted. Wanting to be rid of it as quickly as she could she gulped it down without wasting another moment.
“Whole crap, you’re still hard,” Cheryl gasped as she turned back to the Sugarman.
“You two obviously haven’t fucked around with guys who use my drugs,” the Sugarman informed her. “You didn’t think I would pop in your mouth and miss out on fucking your other holes. Plus now that the first one’s out of the way, I’ll be able to go a lot longer and harder.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cheryl said, controlling her surprise. “Can’t wait to be fucked silly.”
“Then how about we relax and you bitches go for a ride,” Malachai said as he pulled out of the blonde.
Malachai got up from his knees behind Betty and positioned himself seated on the couch on the opposite end from his friend. Betty crawled backward slightly but before she allowed Cheryl to move she held her down and went back to the space between her legs. Not sure if she’d get another chance for awhile, the Jingle Jangled Betty indulged in redhead’s creamy passion, seeking out as much of her sweet taste with hungry lips and probing tongue. Betty would have preferred to spend more time licking her way to her pink center but knew that she had a new task to complete.
“Fuck you’re really good at that,” Cheryl told her before they both got to their feet. “You’re wasted on that beanie-wearing, burger-guzzling writer you’re dating.”
Now back to their feet, both girls took a survey of the couch and moved to their respective man. Cheryl headed right while Betty went to the left before they both climbed on the sofa, straddling their laps. Cheryl was sopping wet so all she needed to do was line up Sugarman’s long cock with her hole and let gravity do the rest of the work. Her pussy hadn’t been stretched out by a dick in a few days but she got halfway down his pole before she needed to stop and adjust to his girth. Raising up until only his tip remained inside her pink folds, she descended again and took more of his 11-inch cock into her pussy. It took her two more attempts until she had every inch inside her and her plump ass rested flat against his powerful thighs.
“Fuck that feels good,” the horny red-haired teen groaned.
Meanwhile beside her, Betty was in a slightly different predicament. She had also aligned her pussy with Malachai’s bulbous tool and sank down on him, taking him balls deep in her sweet twat the first time. However his hands immediately went to her hourglass hips and he hoisted her completely off his pecker on her ascension. Holding her curvy body with one hand, he put a finger from his free hand into Betty’s mouth, who out of habit began sucking it like it was a small penis. Once he was satisfied with her sucking he brought it back towards her hip but went further around so that he could smear the freshly supplied onto Betty’s tight asshole.
“What…”
But before Betty could complete her sentence, Malachai cut her off. “Already sampled the pussy. I liked it but wanna compare it to this hole too. And remember, you’re bought and paid for.”
The whole night was too surreal for Betty to get a grasp of so she didn’t put up a fight about being sodomized. Though she looked like the girl-next-door, All-American, when it came to sex, she and Jughead were very expressive. Anal sex for them was a regular Saturday night in fact. With Malachai in full of control of her curvy body, the muscular man pivoted her hips so that her crinkled starfish had shifted and was now rubbing up against his head, which was well lubricated in her own juices. He returned his hand back to her hip to have one on either side of her body then began to pull the teen reporter downward. Betty closed her eyes, bit her lip in anticipation of slight pain and did her best to relax as her sphincter slowly started to expand until it allowed his thick cock inside her rectum.
“Sweet mother,” Betty swore. “Go really slow for a minute.”
Despite being no stranger to anal, after each time she took it anally her butt always sealed up just as tight as before so Betty always felt the painful sting when her bowels first split open. But the more times she took it in the ass loosened her up over time so as she lightly rocked on his tip she felt the burning dissipate so sank down further. She got another few inches inside then slowed it right back down. Working half of his member in her bowels was now going much easier, in fact by the time she lifted herself up so that only the tip remained in her tightness, the pain was gone and replaced by mild pleasure. Even though taking it up the butt wasn’t as pleasurable as in the pussy, Betty was highly adaptable and able to find the good in all situations.
“Man that’s one tight ass,” Malachai said, snapping Betty back into her own reality. “You like getting your ass fucked?”
“Mmhmm,” Betty grunted before answering truthfully. “Love it.”
For a fly on the wall it would look like the quartet were engaging in synchronized sex, except for the fact that Cheryl was riding a near footlong cock in her pussy rather than the ass. Cheryl was also increasing her tempo so that she was throwing herself up to the top of Sugarman’s pole before crashing down, taking him as deep as physically possible. His hands were alternating between gripping her hips to help force her down harder and moving north to grope her tits roughly, which actually felt really good to the head River Vixen
“Yeah you like a big dick fucking your tight pussy,” Sugarman cussed at her. “I bet you do. You look like a slut.”
“Yeah…fuck me good,” Cheryl unconsciously moaned in response.
The teen lesbian hadn’t been fucked hard like this, or at all, since the last time she whored herself out a few weeks back. Even though they’d only been going at it for maybe 5 minutes, albeit at a frantic pace, Cheryl was nearing her orgasm. Knowing that rubbing her clit would push her over the edge she removed one of her hands from the sweaty man’s chest and snaked it down between their bodies. Within seconds she felt her body start to tingle and she knew it wouldn’t be long now.
“FUUCCKK…YES…OH MY GOD,” Cheryl screamed as she reached a long awaited orgasm.
“Real screamer we got here,” Sugarman laughed while still bucking his hips upwards into the tired girl.
“Sugarman, you need to get up in her asshole right now,” Malachai recommended from the other end of the sofa. “This whore’s dumper feels better than anything I’ve ever had and I bet your girl will feel the same.”
“Thank you,” Betty said in between moans as she rode her butthole up and down his rod.
The teacher had to admit the Ghoulie’s idea was a good one so he took swift action to make it happen. Cheryl was essentially dead weight on him after cumming seconds previous, her full tits pressed against his hairy chest. Though he loved the feeling of the perky globes on him, he had much better ways of using her amazing body for his extreme pleasure. Cheryl was a small teen so it took little effort for him to lift her near unconscious body from his lap and deposit her back on the sofa. This time she was stationed on her knees with her chest resting on the top of the couch, her head barely being held level by her tired muscles. Taking up residence behind the exhausted redhead, Sugarman got ready to plunge into her back door.
His tip was still sensitive from cumming not so long ago, but nothing was going to stop Sugarman from getting his meat wedged into her buns. Riding out the intense sensation as his dickhead pushed hard against her sphincter, her anal ring eventually gave way and allowed his shaft to push past her relaxed hole and gain entry to her bowels.
“Fuck! That’s one way to wake up,” Cheryl grunted, hands gripping the top of the sofa.
He was able to work half his tool into her bottom before she felt her sphincter bite down hard around his veiny shaft. He stopped his forward progress and simply rested in her asshole, allowing her to grow accustomed to his tool in up her ass before he withdrew partially. This time when he pushed into her he got more inside until he felt the soft skin of her meaty ass against his lap.
“God, Red. Tight as hell,” the teacher grunted.
Then an idea hit Sugarman’s brilliant but dirty mind. Though his cock was amply lubricated from Cheryl cumming all over his shaft like a river with a busted dam, seeing Betty moaning atop of his friend’s lap got him thinking. Cheryl felt her date leave her asshole without warning, right as she was getting used to him being in her tightest of holes. Sugarman moved quickly as to hardly let any time pass as he moved to beside the other couple on the sofa, gripped Betty’s golden hair and pulled her down towards his cock.
“Suck,” Mr Phillips ordered.
Betty had no idea what was going on and went with the flow as she sank her ass right down onto Malachai’s thick tool as the man pulling her hair transferred his moist cock right onto her waiting tongue. Sugarman didn’t stop onto his long cock poked the back of her mouth, causing Betty to spit up and cough a bit. Like the practiced cocksucker she was, Betty regained her composure in order to apply suction and suck off any traces of Cheryl’s rectum from his stiffy.
“What is that taste...it’s familiar but…” Betty wondered until the answer dawned on her. “Ew! Gross!”
The teacher only bobbed his cock into her mouth a few times before he withdrew it and placed it back in Cheryl’s backdoor. Her hole was in the process of closing so it being forced back open caused her to moan louder, but the extra saliva from Betty’s mouth helped with the friction. He slammed inside her for a few passes then went straight back to the blonde’s mouth to give her more taste testing. He did this a few times until he sensed Malachai growing frustrated with splitting the attention of his date so he stopped and focused back on solely sodomizing the curvy redhead.
“I think you got the right idea,” Malachai said, seeing the way Sugarman was able to viciously pound into his date’s backside.
Betty was only vaguely aware of what he was saying so it came as a surprise to her when she was lifted up into the air. It resulted in Malachai’s cock leaving her ass for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, and Betty was surprised to find that she missed him inside her, stretching out her tiny hole to its maximum capacity.
The blonde was guided back down towards the couch, twisting as she was placed onto her knees with her large chest pressed firmly against the dirty sofa. She was in the exact same position as her cousin, in fact the latest shuffling of positions left Betty kneeling right beside Cheryl as she was being taken from behind. Betty soon felt the couch shake behind her as Malachai took up his familiar place between her legs, this time dipping his cock into the blonde’s bald pussy and pumping it inside her wetness for a few minutes. Now that it was good and lubricated he withdrew it from her folds, aimed an inch higher and slid back into the willing girl’s rectum.
Noticing how close they were, the cousins at seemingly the same time, each brought a hand to caress the other’s face as they kissed each other with clear lust. As their tongues mingled between their pressed lips, the men were busy working up a big sweat as they relentlessly hammered into their asses.
Sugarman bucked his powerful pelvis forward, sending his lengthy tool deep inside his much smaller date, her asshole clinging tightly to his vein member for the entire ride. When he felt her muscular ring clamped around his sensitive head he anchored her to that position with his arms then dragged his veiny shaft backwards so that half of his thickness was buried in her warm hole while the other half waited just beyond the verge.
“Gimmie that cock in my ass,” Cheryl was practically begging now while looking at him over her shoulder.
As Sugarman gladly gave the redhead beauty exactly what she craved, Malachai was doing likewise to his date, albeit in a slightly different technique. The Ghoulie was donning a big, shit-eating grin as he wildly thrust his hips forward while wanking Betty’s womanly hips back towards him at the same time. The result was his cock feeling like it was going to poke out Betty’s throat as the rival gang’s leader used the blonde as a fuck doll. Over and over he used his arms and hips in combination to drag the teen reporter up and down his cock as he probed every inch of her bowels.
Hands clutching tightly onto her hips the two men mercilessly hammered away inside their respective date’s assholes. For both Betty’s and Cheryl’s parts they were taking the abuse with a smile on their faces as they groaned and grunted with eyes rolling back into their skulls. In fact, both women were rapidly approaching another orgasm.
“So close,” Betty hissed.
“Yeah me too,” Cheryl added before kissing the blonde.
Both Sugarman and Malachai were surprised that any girl could cum while taking a dick in the ass, much less orgasm while taking this relentless pounding to their backdoor. Yet the blonde and the busty redhead were on the verge of doing just that. Now with a heavy layer of sweat covering their bodies, the two men continued heaving their cocks into the teen girls as they brutally ass fucked Cheryl Blossom and Betty Cooper.
“Such a whore,” Sugarman mused while panting from exhaustion.
“Uggghhhh…YYEESSSSS,” Betty screamed as she came with Malachai’s dick plundering her booty.
“Yes…just like that,” Cheryl screamed as she rubbed her clit. “I’m cumming! Yes!”
Malachai continued to thrust his pole deep into Betty’s asshole as she cum, but it became a real challenge. Sugarman knew the plight that his friend was struggling with as it was affecting him as well. When the girls had hit their climax their backdoors became vices, hugging their cocks like nothing they’d ever experienced. Momentum, pride and the feeling of invincibility due to the Jingle Jangle made the two men keep sawing into their dates without care of consequence.
“Fuck I won’t be able to last much longer,” Sugarman eventually groaned from behind Cheryl.
“I know. These whores were a lot tighter than the last pair,” Malachai admitted as he continued to rail into Betty’s constricting asshole.
“Oh shit I need to cum,” Sugarman eventually shouted.
“Me…ahhhh…too,” Malachai agreed, barely a second after his friend’s declaration. “On your knees.”
Though it pained him, Malachai knew it was time to pull out of the curvy girl’s asshole. He withdrew altogether from Betty’s sweet backside, looking at the small hole stay gaping open and stepped back far enough so that the inquisitive blonde could slink off the couch and kneel on the ground facing him.
Meanwhile as Sugarman was getting up to his feet from the couch after pulling out of Cheryl’s rectum, the red-haired whore had slid into position on the floor so she too was kneeling right beside her cousin. The close girls gave each other one last kiss and exchanged a playful smile before pressing their cheeks together in preparation of what was to come.
Somehow in the hurry to get on the floor in front of them the girls had traded spaces. Betty was now right beside Sugarman, but he didn’t care which of the attractive women it was, he needed to cum and he wanted to do it in one of their mouths. Since Betty was now the closest girl to him, the teacher leaned over and placed the tip of his cock into her mouth. No sooner had her lips clamped around his tip had he begun to shoot his load onto Betty’s tongue.
“Fuck me!” Sugarman howled in satisfaction.
With Betty using her mouth to collect Sugarman’s spunk, Cheryl swiftly turned her full attention to Malachai but she didn’t have time to take him into her mouth. Rather, the hulking figure who had been backdoor fucking her cousin all evening exploded all over Cheryl’s face with streams of cum now coating her pale skin. Once the last streak shot from the tip of his penis, Malachai collapsed backwards down onto the couch, absolutely exhausted.
“You still have all that cum in your mouth,” Cheryl asked the blonde.
Betty could only nod in response as she had yet to swallow the extremely large load of cum that Sugarman had literally just blasted into her mouth. Despite it being the second time the man had creamed that night, Betty was surprised he had generated so much of his salty pudding.
Betty soon realized why Cheryl had asked that question when she saw the girl crawl the short distance to her and pulled the sexy blonde in for an open mouth kiss. Betty reflexively opened her mouth to receive Cheryl’s tongue, snowballing all the cum from her mouth into Cheryl’s.
“GULP. I figured you had to chug the vile load last time so it was only fair,” Cheryl whispered to her cousin, cum still coating her pretty face.
However, when Cheryl finally afforded herself a look over at their rough dates, she found that they had both passed out on the sofa, still completely naked. Slowly creeping up to her feet, the redhead got close to their face and noticed that they were so exhausted they were snoring already.
“Guess we fucked the Jingle Jangle out of them,” Cheryl stated before noting that Betty was retrieving her phone. “Who are you calling.”
“Sheriff Keller, it’s Betty. Me and my friend were lured back to this creep’s house. We are hiding in the bathroom but we are so afraid...come quickly,” Betty pleaded, giving the address before hanging up. “They need probable cause to enter a premises. Anything they find while inside is fair game.”
“Betty Cooper! You devilish girl!” Cheryl celebrated her quick thinking.
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