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Britney Spears
by Tony Idolatry (xxxidolatry@hotmail.com)
***
Ever wonder what Britney Spears' life was like before
she became a big star? Do you really think she was the
virgin the promoters tried to make everyone believe?
(M+/F, teens, mast, oral, orgy, high school)
***
Note: This is a parody of celebrity life and has
nothing to do with anything in reality. The characters
in this story are fantasy, make believe. Got it?
***
As soon as Chris Ronzio stepped into the boys'
basketball locker room, still flushed red from the
satisfying voyeuristic experience he'd just had across
the building, he heard curse word after muttered curse
word coming from his dejected-looking teammates. His
brain was not as fast as his legs, but Chris had a
funny feeling that something might be up.
"Is somethin' up?" he skillfully managed to ask Steve
Bancrow, his closest friend on the squad, who, like
everyone else, was simply wandering around the rows of
lockers, in uniform but incoherent. Steve reached over
to a crumpled piece of paper on the bench nearest him
and tossed it to Chris. Chris unraveled it and quickly
recognized the sloppy handwriting of their lackluster
coach, Mr. Portland:
Boys,
Sorry! I got a wicked bad case of the stomach flu
after lunch and threw up... twice! I'm goin' home. Real
sorry about the game but we'll get those guys next
time. Dave, you know what to do.
Coach P
Just then, team captain Dave Manlee loudly slammed the
phone down from behind the coach's closed office door.
He walked out shaking his head in disbelief, tore the
copy of the team roster he was holding to ribbons, and
threw out his hands. He had the look of a defeated
warrior, his amazingly ripped bronze body not seeming
so imposing, his normally intense dark eyes searching
for direction as he stared out towards the nine players
who stuck around for word.
"Fuckin' coach," he muttered. "I just called the damn
county athletic department and forfeited. There won't
be a bus. There won't be a game. We can all go home,
thanks to that FUCKER!"
"Keep it down, for christ's sake," Steve said.
"WHY?" Dave continued shouting. "Why, Bancrow? I'm
pissed! That asshole KNOWS we're not allowed to play
ball without a coach!"
"He said he was sick."
"Bullshit!" Dave punched the locker he stood next to,
loudly, but not hard enough to risk a stupid injury. He
wasn't as out of control as he wanted to seem. "He
ain't sick! He's home bangin' that whore girlfriend of
his and you know it!"
"Dave." Steve kept trying to quiet Dave down, but the
whole room knew their captain was right. Portland had
been dating a gorgeous, busty redhead for the last five
weeks, probably to take his mind off of the team's
dismal 1-10 start to the season. She had distracted the
coach at home games, caused him to miss two practices,
and now, the ultimate insult: the game-canceling booty
call.
Dave went over to his usual changing corner and sat
down, slumped over and immobile on the bench. The other
guys started mumbling between themselves and slowly
gathered their stuff together. Within two minutes, the
group of ten had dwindled to six.
Dave remained seated, still not moving a muscle. Ray
Jones, a lanky senior and the team's best and only
black player, pointlessly moved things around in his
locker while talking loudly with his best bud Rudy
Santos, a pint-sized junior and the team's worst and
only Hispanic player. Steve and Chris sat on the bench
nearest the door and quietly talked about their mutual
disgust for the team's situation.
Sitting on the bench between the two conversations was
puny freshman Jon Tarland. Nobody really knew why Jon
devoted himself to a game he'd never be any good at. He
wouldn't have a prayer of making the team at any other
high school in the county. But St. Bernard's was a
small school and Jon wanted badly to fit in. Like now.
The kid with the curly brown hair and often-mocked
glasses sat alone. He could've gone home like those
other four guys, but he selflessly stuck around so
there'd be an even six, just in case Dave decided to
have a casual three-on-three practice game.
"This team is fucked up, yo," Ray said to Rudy. "I was
ready to play some ball. Ya hear? Go dust those
muthafuckas off today!"
"We ain't had no chance in hell a beatin' those guys,
you bullshitter," Rudy laughed. Ray laughed louder than
he needed to at his amigo's truth-telling.
At the front of the room, Chris and Steve were far
beyond the subject of basketball.
"We're goin' out again tonight. You know, to that phat
new club on Hayes Street?"
"That's great, Ronzio."
"Yo, when you gonna get a girl, Steve?"
"When I find one with a brain bigger than her titties."
Chris slapped his knees in laughter over Steve's
remark, but he couldn't have known that Steve was gay.
Chris just wasn't perceptive enough to consider the
obvious.
"What's so funny, Chris?"
Chris turned his head towards the door.
In fact, everyone's head turned when they heard the
familiar southern drawl of the girl asking the
question. Even Dave picked his head up, because
Ronzio's girlfriend was too hot for even the most
egotistical male to ignore.
Britney Spears was the school's head cheerleader, a
senior who had moved to the neighborhood from Louisiana
two years earlier, and had tongues wagging ever since.
Chris had managed to become her steady boyfriend within
days of her arrival at St. Bernard's, which continued
to irk every other guy who would kill to jerk a load
onto, into, or even near her sizzling body - basically,
every guy in town.
But Britney was getting a little restless with Chris,
too. When you become a master of the tease as you rah-
rah in front of 300 drooling people every week, it gets
a little, let's say, disappointing to go home to the
same cock. A wonderful cock, yes, but the same cock.
Britney was itching to be bad. She stood in the doorway
now in her knockout cheerleading outfit - the tight red
velvet top with S.B.H.S. in big white lettering across
her large rack, and the short white and red pleated
mini-skirt.
That skirt was the only thing that kept the team
focused on scoring during games, because after every
three-pointer Britney would jump up, and the skirt
would jump up, too, allowing a quick glimpse of her
deliciously trashy red leather panties. Now, every guy
in the room slowly moved up a row or two, towards the
door, itching to be just as bad with Britney.
The girl felt the intensified attention on her body,
could practically hear the fabric of the boys' athletic
shorts expanding to fit their excitement over her
arrival. She drank it all in, but remained motionless,
her ponytailed dirty blond hair and questioning brown
eyes turned towards her surprised boyfriend.
"Aw, nothin' Brit," Chris finally replied to Britney's
long-standing question.
"I heard someone say 'titties.'" The guys were
entranced now. That word sounded so right coming out of
Britney's mouth. "You weren't joking about me and my
squad now, were you?"
Macho man Chris flushed with embarrassment and walked
over to his girl. Everyone else was too aroused to
respond....all except Steve. He found Britney a pretty
picture, but the only sexual thought he was having
right then was that there were five erect dicks in the
room.
"I said it, Brit," Steve started. "I was talking about
Coach P's good time girl."
"Yeah," Ray piped up, suddenly capable of talking
trash. "That fucka fucked us ova. He home screwin' that
ho right now!"
Britney was offended and turned on all at once. "Uh
huh, we heard about the cancellation. The rest of the
girls just went home." Britney looked at the gawking
teen studs before her and had an idea. It was such a
naughty, awesome, sinful, heavenly idea. Her eyes
sparkled as brightly as the glitter on her face. If she
was going to fool around on Chris, why not let him in
on the festivities?
"Mmmmmm hmmmm," she cooed quite suddenly, moving her
eyes from Ray to Dave to Chris to her chest, where she
quickly ran her tanned hand across her uniformed bust.
"Shame your coach gets to have all the fun." She
laughed and smiled, her tongue clenched between her
blinding white teeth.
"Britney," Chris said confusedly, putting his hand
firmly on her shoulder.
"What the HELL are you doin'?"
"Your team," she said smiling. Dave whistled
approvingly, and Rudy managed to shout out "Yeah," even
though his head was swimming like everyone elses'.
Britney edged away from Chris and pulled her velvet top
over her head, revealing her lovely large hooters in a
lacy yellow bra. Two perfect blobs of bronze breast
meat flowed over the tops of her bra cups, moist with
sweat from the heavy velvet. "C'mon, Chris," she urged,
though she never took her eyes off the other teammates
as she fondled herself through the lace. "Nobody else
is around."
"How many more do you NEED?" Chris was playing the role
he felt obligated to fill, but his rod was stiff, just
like the rest. Britney could tell. He had just seen two
amazing young girls go at each other like animals, so
his resistance to anything kinky was even lower than
usual. Still, he was in disbelief. Would his girlfriend
really allow herself to be an orgy fucktoy, under the
roof of a Catholic school? Well, religion hadn't
stopped either of them from constantly banging each
others brains out at home. Why not here?
Britney laughed naughtily again as she saw Rudy drop
his hand to his growing bulge, and Jon prudishly fish
around down below as if he were only adjusting himself.
She took a moment and turned to her left, towards her
loving boyfriend. She stood on her Reebok-covered toes
and whispered something in his ear, her warm sweet
breath piercing him like a knife. A wicked smile
immediately appeared on both their faces before she
kissed him, fast but deep, letting his tongue explore
the mouth he was now certain he owned.
After she grudgingly broke the kiss, Britney grinned
again and jerked her head towards the door. Chris gave
a robotic nod and went to close it. Steve laughed to
himself, enjoying Britney's artistry. He swore she
could get anything she wanted by flashing that smile.
Chris closed the door with a slam and returned to
Britney's side as quickly as a supersonic boomerang.
Britney smiled but sighed quietly. She needed some
space for the moment.
"Sit... right there, honey," she said to Chris,
pointing to the bench closest to her, about three feet
away, where no one else dared to sit yet. As soon as
Chris was situated, his legs splaying so that Britney
could see a long, upward rise pointed towards her, she
turned to the other hard boys.
"Wanna see THESE pretty titties, guys?"
Britney waited for the tally, and counted five "YEAH!"s
and a bemused "Sure, why not?" from Steve. She laughed.
Jesus, Chris is dumb, she thought. Even I can tell.
She slowly reached behind and groped for her bra strap,
fully aware that this position made her chest stand out
on end even more. Britney found the clasp, but rocked
back and forth a few more times for everyone's benefit.
Then she froze, smiled again, and carefully peeeeeled
the bra off her breasts.
All eyes stared at her tits, and the large brown
nipples stared back. You could hear a pin drop, but in
this case it was the sound of lace hitting a cement
floor. Britney stood with her hands to her sides and
rotated, turning to the right so Ray, Rudy and Jon
could see them, turning to the left so her squeeze and
his captain could ogle for awhile. They were beautiful,
as golden brown as the rest of her skin, and so full,
definitely begging for a C-cup.
Upon Britney's arrival, rumors had floated around town
about a young girl moving in with tacky breast
implants, but nothing was ever proven, and they sure
looked good enough to the six boys. The truth was
between Britney, her god, and a kind man with gentle
hands named Dr. Landerberg.
The boys were getting antsy. They wanted Britney to
touch herself. Britney had other ideas.
"Ray?"
"Yuh, yeah?" The tall black teen shuddered when he knew
the attention of the topless white girl was on him.
"You were All-County last year, right?"
"Yeahhhh." Ray licked his lips and touched himself as
he felt his confidence return. Britney beckoned to him
with a lazy finger.
"You can palm a basketball, right?"
"Ab-so-lute-ly," he said, cockily swaggering up the
aisle towards Britney. He reached her, his hands
anxious to feel her, but he looked down into her eyes,
waiting for her invitation.
"Go ahead," she said breathlessly, his closeness making
her wet. "See if you can palm these babies."
Ray extended his left hand an inch away from Britney's
right tit, flexing his long, dark fingers to their
breaking point. He dropped his fingertips down onto the
top of Britney's breast, causing the girl to shiver and
Chris to frown. Smiling from ear to ear, Ray let the
rest of his hand drape down onto her warm hooter, her
thick, erect nipple digging into the center of his
palm.
His wrist came down about an inch below the fold where
Britney's boob rejoined her taut chest. Ray sprawled
out his fingers and squeezed, the hot white flesh so
delicate against his calloused cocoa hand. Ray looked
down into Britney's eyes again and saw the girl he
wanted so badly was putty in his grasp, her soft red
lips quivering and mouthing, "Yes. Yes, baby, yes."
Britney had a way of making you feel like the only one
in the room.
Ray felt so intimate. He leaned over to kiss the girl
he thought would always be off-limits. Britney wrapped
her hands around his crew-cut scalp while Ray's hands
remained firmly planted on her wondrous chest. She took
control of the kiss, running her tongue all over the
inside of his mouth, tasting his exotic essence. She
eventually broke the sloppy smooch and guided Ray's
head downward.
He was so tall, or was it that Britney was so short,
that when he kneeled on the cement his face was level
with her quivering tits. Ray looped his long tongue
around Britney's hard left nip and sucked for dear
life. The brown nub tasted salty to him, the large
areola popping goose pimples under his wet slurps. When
he pulled away to tongue the other tit and left a
helping of saliva behind, Britney laughed and rubbed it
into her skin.
"Yep, he can palm and he can dribble," she giggled. Ray
moaned as Britney made him feel more powerful, his head
in her hands and against her chest, his monstrous bulge
pressed lightly against her bare knee. He sucked harder
on her tasty nipples, moving from one to the other
before finally settling on the left one. Over and over,
he clamped down with his hungry pink lips, tugging the
nub until it stretched two inches from Britney's boob,
then let go, the nip snapping back as Britney moaned
tenderly. The other players watched in awe, not daring
to take their cocks out yet for fear of cumming far too
soon.
"Ohhhhh, Rudy," Britney called softly.
"Si, senorita?" Britney laughed. She was adored in any
language.
"Yo quiero you to get over here and help your friend
out." Rudy smiled and nodded while grabbing himself.
Britney never could figure out why guys grabbed
themselves so often before sex - like she didn't know
what was gonna happen next - but it turned her on. She
craned her neck slightly to see Chris's face as Rudy
kneeled down next to Ray. He appeared to be utterly OK
with his girlfriend being devoured by a couple of jock
punks. Just as she'd hoped.
Rudy wasn't as good as Ray when it came to sucking tit,
but he worked his heart out to make Britney feel good.
He preferred to quickly flick at her right nipple with
his fast tongue, then kiss the hard flesh a couple of
times before flicking again. His green eyes and
mustachioed grin peered up at Britney for approval.
She smiled politely at Rudy, but Britney didn't like
the tickling sensation as much as Ray's slow, sensual
teat sucking. Britney was very proud of her breasts,
and she was glad someone was finally worshiping them
like she wanted. She cradled both boys' bobbing heads
in her hands, the humid air and four pairs of eyes
digging into her golden skin.
"Alright, captain," she called out to Dave, who bolted
up excitedly before matting his long black hair,
shucking his jersey shirt and advancing slowly, with a
conceited grin that implied he would take control.
Britney wouldn't let that happen. At least not yet.
"These guys seem to have my top taken care of," she
said as Dave reached the scene. Slowly, she bent
forward and pointed her lovely caboose in his
direction. "Care to try out my bottom?"
"Oh god, Britney...." the overcome team leader groaned
before locking lips with the girl, kissing her roughly
but masterfully. Britney saw stars as Dave tickled her
tonsils...and then some. She didn't realize just how
far down her throat his tongue had reached until he had
pulled it away. She giggled as she found fresh oxygen
and wiped the sweat off her brow as Dave went to kneel
behind her.
"I can't wait to feel THAT in my pussy!"
"Trust me. You WON'T have to wait," Dave said. He was
suddenly so thankful for his long tongue. He ran his
hands over Britney's bubbly, skirt-covered asscheeks
and pressed down, feeling the heat and tight muscles of
her pretty rear. He couldn't resist giving a quick
thumbs-up to Chris before continuing. Chris smiled
meekly and continued to take mental crib notes for
their next one-on-one screw.
Britney took her encouraging hands away from the two
gleeful tit lickers and brought them down to her
waistband. She wanted it bad. Dave was only too happy
to help. He closed his hands over hers and helped
Britney shimmy out of the small skirt. Christ, it was
like it was glued on there. Eventually, the fabric slid
past her two hot buns, leaving only that red leather
crotch-hugger of hers. Dave whispered "awesome" when he
saw it in all its glory. Even Ray and Rudy paused to
look down at the team MVP - Most Valuable Panties.
"I take it you like them," Britney said, puzzled by the
silence.
"You have no idea," Dave laughed, slowly running his
finger down Britney's crack, pressing against the
leather and making the girl squeal as he massaged her
confined muff. Ray pawed at the front of her panties a
few times, feeling the shiny smooth material and
wishing he could make her cum right then, just like
thoughts of this pussy made him cum so many times
before.
"Take them off, damn it," Britney begged through heavy
breaths. She felt Dave's fingers pull the slutty
underwear down, felt it slowly pop out from between her
clenched asscheeks and fall to the floor, felt the arid
breeze hit her moist young snatch and neatly trimmed
brown bush. She knew then that she was about to be
ravaged, and satisfied more fully than ever before, and
perhaps ever after.
"Lick it, captain," Britney urged Dave, her Cajun
country accent catching in her throat and stumbling
through her stiff, understandably nervous lips. "2, 4,
6, 8," she began, trying to lighten things up but
swallowing hard. "Eat my cunt, don't hesitate." Dave
laughed and pressed two fingers across her slick slit.
"You are one crazy little bitch," he said grinning.
"But what a pretty, pretty pussy you have." Britney
groaned and pressed Ray and Rudy's heads harder against
her drenched tits. Goose bumps stiffened across her
entire body as Dave explored her most sensitive
treasure. He pulled the meaty, dark pink labia lips
apart to give Chris a view deep inside her, a view he
had enjoyed before, but never got tired of.
Dave would've shown Jon and Steve, but they remained
seated on the other side of Britney, both really too
stupefied to move and get anything better than their
current disadvantaged viewpoint - if you can call a
head-on look at Britney's pert knockers disadvantaged
for any reason.
Dave pinched Britney's ass, getting the grinning girl
to look down at him. He smirked wickedly before
sticking his tongue out as far as possible, the pink
poker gleaming in the light to tease Britney
mercilessly. She shrieked in anticipation, then
shrieked again when she felt the tongue up her pussy
the second she turned back around. Dave grabbed
generous handfuls of Britney's toned ass for balance,
his hands leaving light red streaks across the golden
globes as his lips milked her cooch, tasting her spicy
honey.
Dave rammed his huge slithery tongue in and out of
Britney, again and again, savoring the delicious mix of
girl cream and fragrant sweat her cheerleader cunt
produced. He opened his hands and gave Britney's ass
some thoroughly enjoyed smacks before reaching through
her legs and fingering her irritated little clitty.
"That's it," Britney groaned, ramming her tasty behind
against Dave's face and smiling down as the sloppy
smacks of tit sucking filled the air. "Eat my dirty
pussy. I'm such a baaaaad little girl."
The veteran cheerleader had a hard time staying on her
feet, but Britney wouldn't let it stop for anything. It
felt soooo good. She slammed her ass backwards, harder
and harder, to meet Dave's probing tongue halfway. It
was so wet down there, and that tongue kept finding her
g-spot, her pussy ablaze with sensation after
pleasurable sensation. Sounds of slurping, squeaking
sneakers and a southern slut's swearing filled the
room.
"AHHHH!" Britney howled in ecstasy, her beautiful face
contorted into a dozen different crinkles, as if she
were trying to make it rain juicy orgasms onto Dave's
cunt-covered lips. Dave wouldn't let up on her clit,
carefully rolling it between his fingers while licking
up and down her cunt lips, tickling the slit before
diving in again, covering his tongue in sweet pussy and
sweeter juice. Britney was losing control. She ran her
hands down to fondle the tops of her otherwise occupied
boobs, then pulled away and accidentally smacked Rudy
over his eyebrow. His tongue was back to smothering her
wet nip in seconds, an unnoticed drop or two of blood
falling through her cleavage.
Britney threw her head forward, her sweaty hair a
beautiful mess, and surveyed the situation while
getting eaten deep and slow. Steve sat smiling,
entertained. Try seeing THIS in art class, she thought
as she scowled at him. Poor little Jon, however, looked
very uncomfortable when he realized the climaxing
girl's beautiful eyes were on him.
She knew he had never seen anything like this. Well,
she had never DONE anything like this, so they were
both covering new territory. Britney needed cock. She
didn't know whether the three studs tasting her body
were virgins. Probably not. All she could see right
then through the intense haze of being a willing whore
was a shy, inexperienced teenage boy with a cute
obvious boner who was watching her fuck his teammates
and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the
history of the universe. Why not pop his cherry?
"Ohhhhhhhhhh OHHHH hold up, guys," she managed to gasp.
"Hold on tight. I'm moving." Britney carefully waddled
sideways, over to where Jon sat on his bench.
Hilariously, Dave, Ray and Rudy all really did hold on
to Britney, their knees moving across the floor in
perfect sync with her naked body. To them, she was like
the world's best candy bar: you want a taste whenever
you can get one, and you don't want to share ANY, not
if you can help it.
Chris and Steve nearly fell over laughing when they saw
how deeply this pussy had whipped their manly
teammates. They resumed licking and sucking away at her
as soon as she stood sideways next to Jon. Jon froze in
place. Her skin looked so soft and smelled so good up
close, a bead of sweat running down her leg and
dripping onto his small blue Nike. Britney smiled as
she looked down on the seated boy, but he just blushed.
"C'mon, rookie," she pleaded. Britney knew she sounded
like one of her teachers, trying to convince a kid to
go out on a limb, but she also knew Jon was all grown
up under his uniform. She knew her lips wrapped around
his limb would be an ultra-hot experience for both of
them. "Stand up on this bench and I'll show you a thing
or two."
"Go get 'em, Tarland," Steve said encouragingly.
"YEAH, JON JON!" Rudy rooted on before Britney glanced
down at him disapprovingly. Catching the hint, he
immediately went back to tasting her breast.
A smile finally accompanied Jon's blush. He took off
his glasses and slowly climbed up onto the bench. The
front of his shorts lined up perfectly with Britney's
mouth. His small, pale knees shook. He knew what was
coming, really wanted it, but just didn't want to screw
it all up somehow. Across the room, Chris smiled and
finally gave in to his own needs, pulling out his hard
eight inches. He knew nothing would go wrong in his
girlfriend's expert mouth. Quite the opposite.
"Should I take my shorts off, Britney?" The girl melted
at the little guy's innocence.
"No, Jon," she said. She reached out and kissed the
bulging red fabric. His mouth dropped wide open. "I'll
take care of that. You take off your shirt." Jon did
just that. His creamy, ribsy chest was a little moist
with nervous sweat, his dime-sized nipples hard from
those same jitters.
Britney could probably walk and chew gum at the same
time, since her overheating body remained in rhythm
with her love slaves' mouths, while her gentle hands
found their own pace when pulling down Jon's shorts and
gripping his five inches of pubescent dick.
"You have such a nice cock, rookie," she said winking
up at Jon. He LOVED it when she called him rookie.
Britney blew a stray strand of blond hair away from her
face and started in on Jon, giving his throbbing
cockhead a long lick hello.
She used one hand to grope his tight balls, the other
to rub and relax his tighter ass as she took him into
her wet mouth, her deep cheeks getting used to some new
dick dimensions. Britney started to moan again, and not
from Dave's pussy munching, which was quite good, but
rather from the dirty deed she knew she was committing:
she had a slab of lost innocence down her throat, and
the owner of that slab was enjoying every second of it.
Jon leaned his back against the row of lockers, a foot
apart from the bench he was standing on, and groaned
from the release of it all. Britney looked up at him
and grinned widely, Jon's thick stump clenched between
her pearly whites. She put a little more focus on her
cocksucking. Grabbing onto the young boy's trembling
hips, Britney began giving Jon some vigorous no-hands
head.
She often managed to fit all but an inch of Jon's cock
down her fiery gullet as she bobbed up and down on it,
a blur of tan skin, puckered lips and loud, sticky
slurps. Since she was standing sideways, Britney's spit
would often dangle out the sides of her mouth, dangle,
rocking back and forth from her tight suction, then
eventually snap from her lips and fall onto the top of
her right tit, where it would mix with Rudy's plentiful
saliva.
"You like getting your cock sucked, Jonny angel?" she
asked with a sweet twang, catching a quick breath and
gently blowing a bubble of spit onto Jon's shaft before
swallowing the prick all over again.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Britney," Jon responded, his voice breaking
but his knees finding new balance. He began to thrust
himself between Britney's lips with more and more
confidence, until eventually his small, wet nut sack
was slapping against the girl's sculpted chin.
Amazingly, Ray had gotten tired of simply sucking on
Britney's tasty nip. He looked down at Dave and saw the
captain's tongue was quite busy inside her dripping
snatch. Ray decided to make himself more useful. He
crouched down lower and snuck his tongue onto Britney's
flaring clit.
It was tight quarters down there, his tongue often
making incidental contact with Dave's upward slit
slurps, but his lips got a firm hold of Britney's
precious nubbin. Britney's thighs tightened around his
head when he licked hard enough. Drops of his own
forgotten spittle trickled from Britney's bare left
hooter onto his upper back.
Rudy pawed both breasts now, licking up and down
between her cleavage, tasting all the bouncy feminine
flesh he could. Britney cast one eye down on the
position change and nodded. Her long, glistening neck
was fully extended. When she swallowed hard, getting
some saliva out of the way and drawing Jon's
overwhelmed fuckstick further past her tonsils, Chris
whistled. He had been pounding his pud for several
minutes now as he watched his girlfriend gobble down
the meat of a virtual stranger.
Steve had his cock out now, too. He had seven thick,
proud inches, and they certainly erect now. He focused
on Jon's flustered face as Britney slobbered all over
his virgin knob. He focused on Ray's ass, nicely
outlined in drenched shorts and shaking back and forth
just inches away from his own feet. Most happily, he
would shoot quick glances across the room at Chris, and
delight in how glad and horny his jerking friend seemed
to be at the perverted talents of his trophy
girlfriend.
Britney was now holding Jon's cock up at an angle so
she could lick his balls. She looked up at him with
those expert puppy dog eyes the whole time, her tongue
teasingly flicking at his smooth sack one second, then
fully sliding across his nuts the next. She stopped to
suck on each testicle so delicately, as if she were
smoothing out the edges on a scoop of semen-flavored
ice cream. Jon shook his head in disbelief and ran his
hands through the girl's beautiful mane of hair.
"She ever do that to you?" Steve asked Chris.
"Nah," the cocky jock laughed. He pushed his balls out
of the way and wrapped his hand firmly around his long
stick before looking across at Steve. "This gives her
plenty to work on."
"I'll bet," Steve said, trying hard to constrain
himself, waiting for his moment. Britney let out a
muffled moan when she heard Chris' remark, and spit
Jon's wet wood out of her mouth to glare across at him.
"Fuck you, Chris," she said with a smile.
"Soon enough, sweet cheeks," he replied with a laugh.
Britney laughed, too, and "Ooooooh'd as she put Jon
back in her mouth. Her voice rocked against his cock,
causing the nervous young nerdling to shudder, one foot
slipping out from under him. He held on though, like a
rider on a prize filly. Jon grabbed hold of her face
now as he felt his load churning faster and faster in
his balls. Ten minutes ago, he was just a boy, but now
he was never more ready to paint Britney's throat with
his special sauce.
"Suck it, Britney, oh God, you're gonna make me cum!"
They didn't call her the "head" cheerleader for
nothing. Jon's cry was like a rocket booster to
Britney. She groaned from deep within and concentrated
on feeling the three tongues on and inside of her, and
the one throbbing cock darting across her tongue.
She felt so full, felt the love, and wanted the cum.
She fondled Jon's nuts now and crammed his meat as far
down her throat as possible, slamming the shaft's
underside again and again with her tongue, scraping the
roof of her mouth back and forth against the irritated
head, anxious for the cream. Rudy, Ray and Dave looked
up from their licking, wanting desperately to see this
girl take a facial from the rook. Britney's eyes kept
pleading with Jon, and for once, the young boy's
performance did not disappoint.
"I'm shooting!" he screamed, his hands slamming into
the lockers behind him. "I'm cumming! Don't take it
out. Don't take it out BRIT-NEEEEEE!"
Britney had no intention of taking it out. One hard
volley of jism hit the inside of her cheek, then
another at the back of her throat, then another tingled
against her rear teeth. Britney "Mmmmmm'd the whole
time, caressing Jon's emptying balls as she swallowed
every sweet drop of virginal boy batter.
When his six squirts were over and through, the first
teaspoon or so slowly snaking down into Britney's
stomach, she licked his sensitive cockhead clean. Jon
twitched and twitched, his tiny body a sweaty mess of
nerves, but he had been blown by the hottest girl in
the universe. He was a man. And it felt GOOD!
There was also, however, this other feeling as he
looked down on Britney's soiled, smiling lips. It came
quickly, so that when he pulled his cock out of her
hands, it was a bit more roughly than he would've
liked. He laughed nervously, went to put on his shorts,
gathered up his stuff and nodded. Britney was confused,
but she had a feeling this might be too much pleasure
for Jon to register in such a short time.
"See ya tomorrow, guys," he said in a rushed voice
while sprinting for the door. He turned around to look
at the naked cheerleader who sucked his dick. It almost
felt like love.
"Thanks, Britney. Wow oh wow, thanks!" Britney turned
her head and sighed, feigning satisfaction.
"Anytime, rookie," she said with selfless, slutty
sincerity. Jon's eyes widened at the remark before
disappearing into the corridor. Britney, smiled, shook
her head and slipped away from her three kneeling
worshipers to stand in the middle of the room again.
"And then, there were five," she said giggling. "This
is gonna be fun." Britney just stood there for a minute
or two, getting the guys psyched for stage two. Not a
sound could be heard except a ton of heavy breathing,
and Britney's fingers roaming all over her body,
cupping her breasts, smacking her own as and sucking on
a finger or two. All of the guys shucked their clothes
during this unbearable cock tease, the sight of their
rigid beef poles sending Britney into an even deeper
heat.
Not surprisingly, Ray had the biggest bat of them all,
eleven monstrous ebony inches. Ray winked at Britney
when he saw her eyes bulge at his huge endowment. Rudy
stood next to him with a shorter seven inches of latin
lollipop, but the fact that he was uncut fascinated
Britney. She never thought she'd do it with a
foreskinned man. The realization that she would made
her very horny.
Dave Manlee stood back, his lips still glistening with
Britney's juices, and jacked his dick, eight inches
just like her sweetie Chris, but thicker and with a
huge cockhead that Britney just had to feel inside of
her. Chris was a little peeved that Britney took just a
couple of seconds to look him over, but she didn't need
to. She could've picked out his cock in a blindfolded
suck test. As for Steve, he was the only one who
remained standing *behind* Britney, slowly fisting his
seven inches. Like Britney, he was mesmerized by the
*other* spears in the room.
Britney tweaked her rock hard nipples one more time
before adding up the dick data and smiling. She went to
stand next to an empty bench.
"Honey?" She was calling to Chris. Finally. He walked
over and frenched Britney before she whispered her
instructions. Chris planted his bare ass down on the
bench with a leg on each side, essentially straddling
it. He laid back and smiled wide, soaking it all in.
His dick throbbed anxiously as it stood on end, a drop
of clear pre-cum trickling down his shaft. Britney was
about to fulfill the promise she had whispered to him
earlier.
The promise was: "This time you can do me in the ass."
"Ready, honey?" Britney asked as she swung one of her
own honeyed legs over Chris' crotch and onto the floor.
She was turned towards his feet, so that she could ride
him while facing the other guys.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he said with a macho
cackle. Britney just snickered and reached back to
slowly spread her bubbly cheeks for him.
"Don't you worry about me," she said smokily. "I'm a
big girl." As soon as Chris saw Britney's tight brown
pucker, he rubbed some spittle on his bulbous glans and
pressed it against the tiny opening. "And big
girls...." Britney struggled to continue as she felt
the first couple of centimeters piercing her behind,
"....can take, OH GOD!" The whole head had slid in with
a juicy "pop!"
Britney froze for a moment and gasped, one hand pressed
back against Chris' chest, the other quickly frigging
her clitty. "...BIG cocks in their... TIGHT!" Her voice
halted again with an inch of jock shaft making its way
in with a slight. "Backsides," Britney finally finished
her thought. She focused on taking her first ass
ramming like a trooper. She knew there'd be a little
pain before the fun set in, but as another inch slid
deep inside her heiny, she wasn't feeling all that bad.
It just really felt intense.
The looks on the faces of the four watching guys, even
Steve, told her it must've been some sight. She wished
she could see it somehow: her hot little ass slowly
sinking onto a big, pulsating white rod. Britney closed
her eyes, huffing and puffing as two more inches snuck
up inside, then somehow two more. She had half a foot
of sausage in her back burner, and she loved the
feeling more than anything. She should've tried this
sooner, like Chris wanted, she thought to herself.
Chris couldn't believe how hot Britney's anal chute
felt around his cock, almost hotter than her pussy.
Certainly tighter. He stopped at six inches to drink it
all in. He squeezed that beautiful ass he was inside of
and called out to his dumbstruck team, "Ain't she
somethin', guys?" Britney carefully turned back to
smile at him. When she did, something caused the whole
crazy day to come flooding back to Chris: Mandy and
Lacey, Tarland's cock in Brit's mouth, and now this.
This was the greatest fucking day of his life. He
smiled up at Britney and made his first pump back and
forth, catching her off guard but filling her with an
unbelievable sensation.
"My perfect little whore," he said to her, making her
moan and wriggle around to get a little more meat into
her rear. Britney enjoyed Chris' newfound aggression.
She started to really dig the feel of anal sex, letting
him pump in and out a few more times before really
picking up the pace. He started to thrust up harder and
Britney started to slam down just as hard, the pain
giving way to a searing warmth, and then just an
overwhelming feeling of size, ravaging her asshole and
slamming into such sensitive places inside. Britney
started to growl like an animal, holding onto Chris'
knees and bouncing forward, her breasts like two
jiggling beach balls. Thirty more seconds at this pace
and Chris would blow his wad. She didn't want that yet.
"You like fucking me in the ass, baby?"
"YEAH! I love your ass!"
"I love it too. Keep doin' it to me, baby," Britney
pleaded, all the while changing her position to lean
back on Chris, her hands back on his broad shoulders.
Sure, Britney, thought, the anal reverse cowgirl
position was a bit trying, but how about getting two up
in her?
"Come here, Captain," she called to Dave, quickly
spreading her puss with two fingers so the message was
crystal clear. "Let's see....how much cock....this girl
can take!"
Dave high-fived Ray and approached the bench. He
remained standing, facing Britney, putting one leg on
each side of the bench, careful not to step on Chris'
feet. He leaned in to kiss Britney, but it was a hard
kiss to maintain. She kept bouncing on Chris' prick.
Dave managed to taste Britney's tongue for about half a
second before she flew upwards and found herself
licking his nose and eye.
Dave decided to dispense with the foreplay and just
start nailing the sweet cunt he had eaten out before it
was too late. He lined up with her shaking pink passage
as best he could and pushed forward. Oh god, that pussy
felt like heaven. Britney was like a warm lake that you
just wanted to dip into again and again. Plus, it felt
tighter to Dave than it usually did for Chris, since,
well, Dave had a little more meat on his bone.
Britney enjoyed the extra thickness, too, but with
Chris already in her ass, she would've been plenty full
even if it was Tarland who was doing the pussy
plugging, thank you very much. Now she gasped over and
over and the two cocks battled inside her for room, "Oh
babyyyyy," repeatedly rolling off the tongue of the
stretched-out southern belle. She never got dicked like
this in Dixie.
Dave went real slow at first, keeping his deposit down
to a couple of inches until Britney's body calmed down
and seemed ready to take more. The slutty senior was
wet all over, inside and out, slick with sweat, her two
funbags beautifully standing out from her chest. Her
yes eventually met Dave's, telling him she wanted more
dick.
A good leader could sense patterns, so it didn't take
long for the captain to hammer out Chris' thrusting
pattern, and match it accordingly with his own hammer.
He tried to pump in when Chris pumped out, giving
Britney constant cock. Occasionally, the two would
accidentally pump her at the same time. Britney would
shriek, the wind knocked out of her, but she loved to
take it on. The two boys could feel each other's eager
rods through the thin membrane that separated back from
front.
After fucking Britney raw for so long, Chris almost
seemed to feel the barrier disappear, as if Dave's cock
was right up against his. It spurred him on to rock
Britney's ass harder, to prove that he was the master
when it came to making his girl feel just right.
Ray and Rudy, meanwhile, felt neglected. They figured
Britney was a bit too loopy to remember their needs, so
they decided to remind her. Ray went over to stand to
the right of Britney's head, Rudy to her left. Ray
thought he was going to have to fight his little friend
for the girl's expert lips, but Rudy had other ideas on
his mind. He stood further down on Britney's left, next
to her awesome hooters.
"Ay ay ay, que pechos grandes, senorita!" The foreign
words suddenly spilled from Rudy's mouth as he fondled
the steamy silicone, a wild-eyed look in his eyes.
Britney didn't have a Spanish dictionary handy, but she
smiled and enjoyed his worship, confident that she knew
the translation. He rolled the teats around in his
palms, sometimes grasping them hard, smashing them
down.
"Yeah, feel me up, papi," she gave it back to Rudy, who
only became more intense. "I like it rough like that."
"You want THIS rough?" Ray interjected, lightly
slapping the oozing head of his huge black bangstick
against the girl's turned cheek. Britney turned to face
the snake and smiled, desperately trying to maintain
control of her body throughout Chris and Dave's
shattering fucking.
"Well," Britney said, looking up into Ray's lust-crazed
eyes as she jerked his seemingly endless shaft, "We'll
see what I can do." Chris tilted his head just in time
to see Britney's lips engulf the thick pinkish glans of
Ray's salty rod. Ray took a loose hold of Britney's
scalp, letting her continue to slam back and forth
while keeping her glued to his needy schlong.
There were two patches of brown when he looked down at
her: the browns of her eyes, looking up, seeming to ask
the dumb question "Do you like this?", and his brown
shaft. In between, there was pink: Britney's hot pink
tongue licking up and down the length of the freakish
hose before wrapping around the head and drying his
leaky slit, and her pretty pink lips, sucking down as
much of his horse meat as possible, making the dark
skin all wet, and moaning to let him know she wanted it
as bad as him.
"That's it, baby girl," he whispered down to her.
Britney smiled and stopped to suck on his hairy balls.
"Ooooh, so goood. Suck Ray Ray good, little girl."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," was her full mouth's only response.
"Mmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm...."
Since Ray had gotten Britney to lean back for a good
while, Rudy decided to go ape shit over the tits he
adored so much. He threw his leg over the bench, not to
mention Chris and Britney, and planted his cock between
her tits, molding the dick into her burning hot
cleavage. Britney loved it, as long as Rudy didn't push
down too hard, which he somehow still had the sense to
avoid. He put one hand on each of her luscious mounds
and rammed his uncut dong in and out, Britney's sweat
and Rudy's pre-cum the only liquid saving them both
from severe case of rope burn. Or cock burn, really.
Dave was enjoying the pussy he felt he earned: the
captain fucking the head cheerleader. That's the way
it's supposed to be, god damn it. He loved fucking
choice pussy, but he really loved himself more. He
slammed as hard as he could, trying to prove that Chris
didn't deserve the honor of this sopping wet snatch
every night. Since Chris was also viewing this as more
of a competition between jocks than a chance to fuck
his girl, the real winner was Britney. She had all the
cock she could handle, and they'd probably fuck her
till the damn things snapped off, if she wanted. She
took a moment to stop drooling all over Ray's cock to
urge the boys on.
"You sure...know...how to....FUCK ME!!!" Britney
screamed as another pleasure shock ran through her. The
two fuckers groaned and went back to the business of
one-upmanship.
Dave assumed that the two gentle hands pulling at his
ass cheeks were Britney's, but by the time he realized
her hands were quite tied up with Ray, Steve's cockhead
was already poking at his sphincter.
"AHHHH!" he screamed, sounding as much like a
frightened girl as a jock can. "Bancrow, what in the
name of fuck, huh?"
"Aw, come on, Dave," Steve said, quite cool, and still
ready to insert. "You like a challenge. You are manly,
aren't you, Manlee?" The sound of Britney lifting her
lips off Ray's balls broke the silence. She smiled to
herself. That Steve.
"You are nothing but a dirty cocksucker, Bancrow," Dave
spit out angrily. Like it or not, he was getting more
comfortable in his vulnerable position. So was Steve.
Case closed.
"Correct-a-mundo!" Steve said smiling. "And for the
next five minutes, I'll be your dirty ass fucker, so
why don't you take it like a man and enjoy that lovely
young lady wrapped around your pecker?"
Dave was embarrassed, but he did like a challenge, and
he liked this one much more than he was letting on. No
one else knew about his afternoon of exploration two
years ago with the team's last coach. He shook his
head, appeared flabbergasted, and went back to porking
Britney. Steve shook his head and pushed. Two inches of
his slick dick went into Dave's behind a little easier
than he'd expected. Perhaps then, he became the first
person to know Dave had done this before. He'd had a
hunch beforehand.
"Wow, this is the nicest ass I've ever fucked, Dave,"
Steve groaned as he allowed his urges to take over. Of
course, this was really the only ass he'd *ever*
fucked, but it was hot nonetheless. He began to thrust
into the masculine rear harder and faster. Dave was
conflicted, trying to block out Steve's words, but
seeming to back his ass up against Steve's plowing
prick slowly but surely.
Ray couldn't help but look over to see Steve give it to
their captain. There was something about it that turned
him on, something primal, like when he watched his
friends on the wrestling team roll around on the mats.
Still, once he had seen Steve throw his head back after
getting a good five inches into Manlee's jock pussy,
and begin to thrust happily, he was ready to focus on
Britney again. Ray knew where the real beauty in life
was, and at that moment, she was giving slow, repeated
sucks on his cockhead. Britney smiled when she saw
Ray's focus return. She crammed more of his shaft down
his throat, tasting the ebony pole and wanting the
juice it could provide.
"I love sucking All-County cock," she cooed before
bobbing down again. What a difference an hour had made
for Ms. Britney Spears. The impeccably-kempt school
beauty now looked like a frazzled, bare-assed Barbie
doll, and felt even more hollow inside than any plastic
doll when Dave and Chris pulled out of her. They would
always plunge in again, though, and then Britney was
happy again, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey and
soon to be basted as thoroughly.
Chris reached the edge first. Britney was a little
disappointed that the cock she was going home with was
the minuteman of the group, but she wanted to feel him
blast.
"I'm cumming, Britney baby!" he screamed, slowing his
banging down to a crawl. "You're my shining star,
Britney! I'm shooting it in your ass, babe!"
"Ohhhhh, cum for me, baby, that's it. Make me feel it."
Britney sort of pulled away from Dave's thrusts and
shook her sphincter back and forth, up and down against
the spasming cock. When the first spurts shot inside
she gasped from the sensation, like a hot white flame
flooding her rectum. Chris held on tight to Britney's
pretty asscheeks and jerked upwards, once, twice, three
times, making sure her insides got all he had to over.
He groaned and twitched before collapsing back onto the
bench.
Britney was not quite through yet. Rudy was. he started
cursing in his native tongue and sped up his tit
fucking, faster and faster until his hot cream shot
out, fast and hard. Rudy even seemed to surprise
himself. Britney's cleavage, the sides of her ever-
perky boobs and the front of her neck were showered in
ropes of Rudy's thick jism. Britney looked at Rudy
sideways, smiling as he came and smearing the seed all
over her shiny skin when he finally ceased fire, but
she never let Ray's cock out from her hungry mouth. She
finally let go to catch a breath and hock up some more
spit to get some good lip grip going. She noticed Ray
perked up at Rudy's cum shower.
"When are you gonna give me *your* load, big boy?
Hmmm?" She jerked the big cocoa stick a few times, her
hands somehow feeling a little cooler to the touch than
her wet mouth. "My face is getting kinda lonely without
some cum." Ray groaned from his gut and Chris' spent
cock actually throbbed again in Britney's ass. She'd
never talked this dirty to *him*.
Ray wanted to say something equally nasty. He could
usually be counted on for that. But this white girl had
his head spinning and his balls aching. His groans kept
coming, and Britney got the hint. She dove down on the
cock with her greedy mouth, getting a good four inches
up against her tonsils before Ray lost his nut. The cum
was especially thick, tougher to swallow than Chris'.
And plentiful!
The all-star was quite a cocksman, too, firing off
eight significant shots of man juice down Britney's
throat. Her eyes looked straight ahead at his groin as
she swallowed, intent on getting each drop without
waste. Dave had a clear view of the orgasm since Rudy
had gone to clean up. He could Britney's cheeks hollow
out with each gulp. This girl was truly a sexual
dynamo.
"I'm cumming too, god dammit!" Dave cried out. Britney
tried to acknowledge her happiness with a nod, but it
caused some cum to dribble from her mouth onto her
cheek. There was more cum on her face now than glitter.
Britney was so sweaty, and her face manhandled so often
that most of the shiny specks had fallen to her neck
and shoulders.
"Give it to me, Captain," she said before licking the
cum glob of her lips. "Shoot your cum in my naughty
pussy." Dave slammed in harder and harder, really
getting into the feeling of being a fucker and fuckee
at once. Britney's focus returning to her snatch.
She tried a few exercises she had picked up recently,
contracting her pussy around Dave's climaxing cock as
hard as she could. She felt the power of his thrusts
and the unbearable friction the top of his shaft was
providing for her clit, and actually came a second or
two before Dave did. She picked her feet up to wrap
around Dave's ass as he came, but actually found
herself toeing at Steve's behind. The two boys were
having quite a ball, both for very different reasons.
"Shit, I'm gonna blow, Manlee," Steve yelled.
"OH, you fucker!" Dave shouted as his first blast of
sperm coated Britney's pussy. The girl puckered her
lips and squeezed her sticky breasts as Dave came,
conquering her cunt with a good six volleys of splooge.
Britney rocked back and forth as Dave hosed her insides
and grinned. She was verrry satisfied. AND she was on
the pill. Life was good.
Steve, being horny, but not one to leave someone with
no dignity whatsoever, pulled his cock out of Dave
before shooting. He jerked himself the rest of the way,
spewing all over the captain's ripped lower back. Thing
is, Dave really wouldn't have minded if Steve was an
unfeeling prick. He had a damn good time.
Britney closed her eyes and lay back on her boyfriend
after Dave pulled out. She was somehow more beautiful
to the four spent guys who stood watch over her than
she was when she walked through the door two hours
earlier, the object of all their fantasies.
Chris stuck his tongue in Britney's ear and sucked on
her earlobe. She loved that after great sex. Ray knelt
down to kiss her once more before heading to the
showers. Dave came around to do the same. Even Steve
kissed the girl on the forehead.
"You're something else," he said. She smiled that smile
again, far form the first time, even farther from the
last.
After Britney and Chris toweled off and redressed, she
kissed him and led him by hand to the locker room door.
"We'll have just enough time to go home to your place
and fool around a little before we go to that club,"
she said. The two lovers skipped off, closer than ever
before.
"There goes the hottest, most sexually insatiable
creature on the face of this planet," Dave Manlee said
as looked on in amazement.
"Yeah," Steve said. "Britney can get pretty horny,
too." He winked and left the captain behind to
contemplate the benefits of a forfeited game.
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