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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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