Celebrity Schoolgirls 2

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on. Also, this is an entirely FICTITIOUS story. The celebrities mentioned
here have never engaged in these types of activities, nor would they ever
consider doing so. They are all living angels. So there. 🙂 Enjoy!

Celebrity Schoolgirls 2: Mandy Moore and Lacey Chabert
by Tony Idolatry

"So then Christina says
‘I’ve seen better looking hair on a used shag
carpet!’ So we both lost it, and then Miss James caught on. I’m lucky I’m
didn’t get detained up there, too!" Mandy Moore shook her head after
recalling the soon-to-be-infamous, and already hour-old "calculus
to her friend and volleyball teammate Lacey Chabert.

The two girls were sitting on a locker room bench in front of their
adjoining gym lockers, lightly toweling their faces and necks after a
sweat-breaking team practice. All of the other players were nosily
behind other rows of lockers, already stripped of their damp team uniforms
and half-changed into their casual clothing, since there were no showers in
St. Bernard’s fossilized gym. Mandy and Lacey always took their time. They
were close friends with few opportunities to chat with each other, since
each got on separate buses that traveled twenty miles in opposite
at day’s end. Mandy’s face remained solemn as she thought about the
her math pal might be facing. She reached forward to open her locker and
retrieve a bottle of spring water.

"Well, brainiac, that’s what you get for hanging out with senior girls,"
Lacey said. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire, I tell ya."

"Lace!" Mandy let out a low laugh and gave her friend a playful push on
the shoulder.

Lacey always had to work hard to make Mandy loosen up and enjoy high
school. Mandy was a petite young sophomore with more than just sizzling
looks, the dirty blond hair and smooth toffee-toned skin with deep green
eyes, twinkling like the ocean one second, dark as a coastal storm the
No, Mandy also had an exceptionally high IQ for her age. That’s why she
already taking senior-level classes. That’s why she would almost certainly
be attending any college she chose two years from now. Mandy had the
the heart of gold, and the breathtaking brainpower, all in one humble yet
perfect package. But Jesus, could she worry!

That’s where Lacey came into the picture. She was a junior now, having
played and laughed along with Mandy for two years. She was a stunner in
own right, with long, curly midnight black hair and savvy brown eyes that
seemed to follow you around a room, until you realized it was YOUR eyes
following HER. Her breasts had developed so rapidly that any mention of
change still made Lacey blush. In fact, she could no longer serve the ball
with an underhand motion – one of her two blossoming "friends" interfered
with a crucial underhand serve during a losing county playoff game last
season, and that was the end of that. So yes, Lacey was just fine in the
looks department, thank you very much, but her intelligence in the
classroom, try as she might, never matched Mandy’s. She was however,
with a will to succeed, a carefree sense of humor, and shrewd common
Lacey could tell within seconds if the boys who approached her so often
wanted into her panties or into her heart. Likewise, she knew from the
moment she met Mandy at their first team practice, the one where Mandy
took her eye off the ball, even during breaks in play, that what the girl
needed was a little silliness in her life. They’d been close ever since.
Mandy couldn’t have known that Lacey longed to get closer.

And so, the two girls sat, their white t-shirts with "ST. BERNARD’S
VOLLEYBALL" in bold red lettering clinging to their perspiring bodies,
tiny red shorts bunching up as they shifted against the bench. Mandy took
long drink of the cool water, her extended, gulping neck catching the
dim light and highlighting her flawless skin. She put her water bottle on
the small space between herself and Lacey on the bench, and after a few
well-timed seconds to erase any signs of unnatural eagerness, Lacey
down and took a sip for herself, her tongue riding the rim of the
bottleneck, trying to taste as much of Mandy as she could. God. Mandy’s
mouth always tasted like strawberries. How does she manage that, Lacey
wondered with glee. Still, Mandy’s somber mood had returned.

"Gosh, Mandy, I had no idea you worried this much about Christina. God
knows we wouldn’t want anything to happen to the smooth sounds of our

"Mark Masters asked me to the dance today." Mandy let her revelation hang
in the dense air for awhile, and cooly reached into her locker for her
duffel bag. Lacey froze in place, her right index finger still making a
gagging gesture against her tongue. Slowly she pulled the finger away,
the arm of her shirt to wipe away the small bit of saliva it had picked
She swallowed hard and looked at Mandy. The blond girl’s poker face had
disappeared. She was obviously waiting for Lacey’s reaction before showing
emotion. Lacey sat blankly for a second, seemingly lost in space, quickly
wondering how she should handle this. She wanted so badly to have an
objection to this news, but she knew Mark Masters. Mark Masters was as
to a hunk as the sophomore class had. He was a nice guy, too. He had once
come on to Lacey, but over-apologized when she showed no interest. This
was good for Mandy. Lacey would just have to let go.

"Wow. Whaddaya know, Mark Masters," Lacey said through a nervous giggle
a luminous but insincere smile. "That’s great, Mand. You’ve got a date.
Dates are great! Just fantas…"

"I told him no, thanks."

Again, Lacey was stopped in her tracks, this time trying hard NOT to
smile. Mandy let out a loud exhalation of confused breath. She dipped her
small hazel eyes to the floor, staring blankly at her scuffed white Keds.

"No, thanks?" Lacey’s chirpy voice broke as she tried to comprehend all of
this. "Mandy, why?"

"I…..I really don’t know, OK?" Mandy’s head was clear enough to notice
that the last of their teammates was already leaving the room. She took
her shirt to show anyone who was interested that progress was being made
the clothes-changing department. "Me and Mark……something just doesn’t
feel right, Lace."

"Ohhhhhhhkay." Lacey shook her head, her eyes always coming back to
tight white sports bra at the end of each shake. Mandy didn’t have much of
bust yet, but whatever bosom she did have was being pushed forward by her
heavy breathing. A bead of sweat fell from the young girl’s neck and
a ride on the side of her throbbing left breast. Lacey forced herself to
stop staring before it became obvious, and pulled her own shirt up over
head, the front waistband flying up over her rack and giving her chin a
customary slap. She reached into her locker for her bag while Mandy
motionless. "What didn’t feel right," Lacey asked while her head was
in her locker. When she sat back upright, Mandy was staring at her
anxiously, her wide eyes darting between the contents of Lacey’s black
bra, and the questioning eyes of the older girl.

Suddenly, Mandy lurched forward and softly grabbed Lacey by the
shoulders. She planted a two-second-long kiss on Lacey’s stunned, closed
mouth, and then moved back to her side of the bench, the two girls’
at each other again. Lacey’s face was frozen for yet a third time. This
was too much to handle.

"Wha – what was that?"

"A kiss," Mandy said, nodding as if Lacey had never really seen or felt
one before.

"I know that. Wh,wh,why did you…."

"Because I think I like you that way."

Lacey’s woozy brain was starting to come around, but she wasn’t about to
put herself out on a limb if it still might snap and bring her crashing
down. She managed a crooked smile towards her still-nodding friend.

"Sure, we’re very close friends, closer than a lot of….you
know…friends," Lacey rationalized. "I guess we hug, so why not…"

"No, Lace," Mandy said, her voice pleading now, desperate for
understanding. "Not that way. The OTHER way. The Mark Masters, go to the
dance sort of way. That’s me and you."

"We are?" Lacey, trying to stay even-headed, in case this was a cruel

"I find you VERY sexy." Mandy, reaching her cool hand out to touch Lacey’s
bare, warm shoulder again. Her eyes panned Lacey’s flabbergasted
PLEASE understand. "Do you……find me, ummm, sexy?"

Lacey looked down towards Mandy’s Keds, and quickly glanced at the girl
from top to bottom for an answer she’d already known. Her dark red lips
formed a small smile. Her long eyebrows arched. Her cheeks blushed. There
was. Understanding.

"Yes I do, Mandy." Lacey reached up and grasped the small hand on her
shoulder. "I find you very sexy. Yes." Mandy relaxed, smiled for a moment,
then appeared anxious again, as if negotiating the most important contract
of her life.

"Then maybe we’re BOTH, you know,…..THAT way, Lace."

"Maybe we are, Mand." Lacey’s eyes welled ever-so-slightly with tears, but
this was nothing like all those other nights when she wept for another
reason. Mandy brought Lacey’s hand down onto the bench between them,
knocking over the water bottle, although neither of them seemed to notice.
Her tiny rear scooted over a few inches closer to Lacey.

"Maybe we should do something about it," she said, her head nestling just
under Lacey’s neck, her soft pink lips moving close to Lacey’s again.

"Maybe we will," Lacey sputtered, and the two young girls kissed, this
for real, Lacey’s hands finding the back of Mandy’s neck as her wet pink
tongue slowly poked its way between Mandy’s lips. Mandy sucked on it
lightly, tasting the warm, delicate mouth of her gorgeous friend. When the
two finally broke the kiss, their lips smacked apart, the distinctive
echoing off the cavernous locker room walls and out into the deserted gym

"Shhhhhhh," Lacey whispered, putting a finger to her moistened lips. Mandy
pressed one of her fingers against Lacey’s, and the two girls laughed
before proceeding in joyful silence, Lacey kissing her friend again as she
moved her hands down to the strap on Mandy’s back.

As Lacey fiddled with the fastener, Mandy leaned over and buried her
face against the junior’s chest. She kissed whatever bare flesh she could
find. Lacey was surprised by the move, and looked down to see Mandy’s
smiling face looking up. Her warm breath against Lacey’s hooters was
the older girl crazy. Mandy darted her tongue through Lacey’s cleavage,
tasting a mixture of sweat and perfume between her girlfriend’s pillowy
mounds. The lace bra was annoying in one way, exciting in another. It
accentuated Lacey’s perkiness, so Mandy was in no rush to remove it.

Lacey, however, had cracked the combination on Mandy’s strap. The
blonde girl sat upright again so Lacey could get an unobstructed view. She
tossed the bra on top of Mandy’s bag and beheld the beauty of a topless
teenage girl. Mandy felt the sexual intensity of the moment. Lacey’s eyes
were practically standing on end and directed right at each of Mandy’s
pink nipples, the small mounds surrounding them looking so inviting. Mandy
reached up to her hair and removed the plastic blue butterfly clip that
been holding her flowing mane in place. The fine blond strands poured down
upon her shoulders and down her back. She placed her hands on her breasts,
fondling them, squeezing them to their maximum sensitivity for Lacey’s
viewing pleasure. The black panties beneath Lacey’s red shorts became
with her feminine mist. Mandy quickly swung one of her legs over the bench
so that she was straddling it, and Lacey did the same, her black Reebok
coming down in the small puddle the spilled water bottle had made.

"You wanna kiss them?" Mandy asked, feeling a little, well, nude.

"God, yes," Lacey said, relieved Mandy had given her clearance for landing
on her delicate flesh. Lacey parked her mouth there in a flash. She held
to Mandy’s knees and licked up the young girl’s smooth abs onto her boobs.
Lacey looked up to make sure Mandy was smiling. She wasn’t disappointed.
Mandy was in heaven as Lacey’s tongue snaked around her right nipple, the
girl’s nose attached to her cool, moist skin, breathing in Mandy’s utterly
delicious scent while she tasted the bumps and ridges of the swollen nip.
Lacey lightly tugged at the nipple with her pearly white teeth, getting
Mandy to moan and squirm in her hands. Lacey moved her face over to taste
Mandy’s other teat, her tongue slowly slithering its way across the girl’s
yummy chest, slaking a thirst for girl flesh that had evaded her for
She sucked loudly on the other nipple, her inhibitions swiftly
All Lacey cared about was making Mandy feel as good as she should, getting
her off like fireworks on a hot summer night.

"Ohhhhhh god," Mandy groaned, throwing her head back as she felt the moist
tickling and sucking against her chest go to her brain. "I’m so wet right
now." Lacey reached up and massaged around Mandy’s neck while it was
backwards, feeling and tasting her silkiness all at the same time.

"Mmmmm, wet, huh?" Lacey asked, getting Mandy to look down again. "Is that
an invitation?"

"It’s a warning," Mandy said, smiling and winking. In Lacey’s eyes, she
all her aches and worries disappear. She had never felt this good about
herself since she realized she was different from the other girls. Now she
knew Lacey would make her feel even better.

Lacey licked down Mandy’s chest, back to where she started, only this time
she went lower. She wormed backward on the bench, her tight behind
the plank’s edge. Mandy could see the top of Lacey’s panties ride up over
the back of her drenched shorts, and when Lacey leaned back over towards
her, she found herself looking directly down her bra and getting even
hornier. Lacey would get down below just in time.

Lacey teasingly lapped at the girl’s small navel before moving down and
biting onto the band of Mandy’s shorts. She wished she could just take the
blasted things off with her teeth, chew through them if she had to, but
Mandy had to lift her ass off the bench and raise her legs, something she
awoke out of her pleasurable stooper long enough to do. Lacey immediately
committed the view of her friend’s splayed legs to memory. Mandy kicked
Keds off but kept her underwear on, a simple pair of pink cotton panties.

"You’re such a good little girl, Mandy," Lacey mocked as she started to
slowly massage the girl through the fabric. "You know that? It’s starting
make me sick."

"I’ll be sure to wear one of my crotchless Fruit Roll-up thongs tomorrow,"
Mandy dead-panned through the intense sensations. "Strawberry or grape
flavored, Lace?"

Lacey laughed and thought back to Mandy’s strawberry lips. She started
using two fingers to rub against the throbbing mound a little faster. "I’d
prefer cherry, but you won’t have that by tomorrow."

"Oooooooooooh, you’re so bad!"

"Love me for what I am, sweet stuff," Lacey said, her eyes focusing on the
panties she was making a darker shade of pink by the second. The heat
catching her fingers from underneath was incredibly intense. Mandy moved
own hands behind her back to clutch the bench. She was ready to ride.

Lacey tugged and Mandy squirmed enough to get the panties down to the
girl’s golden thighs. Lacey grinned again and put her face right up to
Mandy’s pussy, examining it like the priceless jewel it was. The lips were
small, a pale pink that, as Lacey found by doing a little finger
exploration, protected a tight passage of much deeper pink. The shocker
the size of Mandy’s clit. It had to be as large as a thimble, very big for
petite girl, and obviously the reason Lacey’s touching had nearly driven
up the locker room wall. Lacey came up underneath the impressive bud and
flicked at it with her knowing tongue. Mandy felt like fire between
lips. The girl shook in her shoes, beads of sweat forming on her brow, her
bountiful blond hair making her hotter in every sense of the word.

"Put your tongue inside me," she urged Lacey, the naughty instruction
ringing throughout the room. Lacey parted Mandy’s pussy lips again and
her tongue in as far as possible, running her hands on Mandy’s small, dark
patch of pubic hair as she licked. Lacey jabbed in sideways, then
her tongue once she was inside. She thrust her tongue in fast spurts,
fully pulling out of Mandy’s snatch. She looked up at Mandy, who widened
rolled her eyes, expressing supreme approval of the vibrating hurricane in
her pussy. Lacey chuckled, the waves of her voice sending shocks through
Mandy. She took her wet upper lip and clamped onto Mandy’s mound, catching
the clit on her upper tongue. Mandy moaned over and over as Lacey sucked
away, her bare ass grinding against the bench. She took one hand out from
behind her and brought her index finger to her mouth, needing something to
suck on herself, even nibble on when the feelings got too strong for her
tiny frame to take. Lacey couldn’t believe how sweet her friend’s juices
tasted. She wanted to savor them all day.

Mandy had other plans. It was just too much to take anymore. She
started bucking in place and letting out moans that almost sounded like a
struggling engine. The wood bench rattled, not for the last time that day,
the old metal pipes holding it up clanging against the floor. Lacey slid a
hand under Mandy’s shaking ass and dared to stick two fingers from her
hand under the clit she was tonguing and into Mandy’s cooch.

"Oh, god!" Mandy looked down at the fury between her legs, the
licking, the jabbing, the sucking, and felt her breath get shorter. "Oh,
Jesus Christ! I’m gonna cum Lace. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, make me cum,
please make me cum!"

Lacey took her fingers away and replaced it with her tongue. She took the
juice-covered fingers and ran them hard over Mandy’s clit, knowing that
friend had waited so long to pass over this edge with her, and vice versa.
Mandy shrieked as she climaxed and bucked upwards one, two, three more
times, but Lacey’s lips had a tight hold on her snatch. Mandy’s girly
coated her lover’s tongue. Lacey didn’t know if she was hallucinating or
eating out a human candy shop, but she swore Mandy’s juice tasted somewhat
like chocolate, maybe mixed with jelly. Holy macarena, she thought as she
swalloed the tasty tang. Sexual chocolate!

Mandy shook her head and sat up, as did Lacey. The oral drilling on her
snatch was her hardest, hottest workout ever. Her chest was dripping wet –
that wasn’t so clear to Lacey since a patch of light was hitting Mandy’s
knockers, but Mandy could feel the beads rolling down her skin. She looked
and felt completely ravaged, and she had her best friend in the whole
to thank for it – REALLY thank for it. Without a word, she leaned over and
rammed her tongue down Lacey’s slick throat. She cupped Lacey’s boobs in
wet, eager hands, feeling the hot white flesh under the moist black lace.
Mandy broke the kiss and ran her tongue around the edges of her mouth,
wanting to swallow every last bit of Lacey’s and her own fluids. She
naughtily and smiled as wide as Lacey had ever seen. Certainly, this was
the same tame ponytailed girl she stood behind on the volleyball court.
was a liberated Mandy, and Lacey couldn’t have been happier for the
attention. Her own pussy was literally itching for action – she had been
brushing it against the bench for several minutes, just to get some
going. It wasn’t enough anymore.

"Wait till you see these tits," Lacey said excitedly as she reached
around to unhook the bra.

"God, I thought you were embarrassed by them," Mandy blurted out, her eyes
moving back and forth across Lacey’s chest, looking for any millimeter of
newly exposed flesh.

"Nuh uh," she said. "Not by you." She pulled the bra away, letting it
triumphantly dangle in her hand for a second before dropping it to the
ground. She pointed to her bare breasts and smiled. "These are all yours."

Mandy inhaled sharply. The adoration was enough to make Lacey laugh,
but she just didn’t understand. Week after week, getting a glimpse of
melons locked safely in an undergarment went a long way towards making
fully aware of her sexual identity. Now here they were, bare and perky,
cherubs from B-cup heaven waiting to be handled.

"They’re incredible, Lace," Mandy gushed, her panties falling down to her
feet as she put one knee up on the bench to get good tongue-bathing
leverage. She moved forward and licked at Lacey’s left nipple, a small
nub in the middle of a large red areola. She squeezed the tits as she
on the nipple. They were bouncy, soft and full of life. They tasted so
too. Mandy likened the flavor to pasta, only tangier, two spicy meatballs.
She groaned as she finally took her lips off the nip, a spattering of warm
saliva left to gleam and run down onto Lacey’s shorts.

Mandy cupped the two breasts together and put her mouth underneath
them, slowly shoving her hot pink tongue upward through the tight canyon
she’d created. With a lot of effort, she strained the tits together so
she could fit both nipples in her mouth at once. Lacey was loving it,
helping to hold her massive mounds in place so Mandy could get a good suck
on both nubbins. "Ohhhhhh"s and "Ahhhhhh"s started flowing from her lips,
her high-pitched voice becoming smokier. Mandy smiled and bit on both nips
at once, not too hard, just enough to have Lacey feel the pressure and
for more. Lacey threw her head so far back that she came inches away from
striking the bench. Her wildly flowing hair cascaded over her face. Lacey
pushed the strands aside and stuck two fingers in her mouth, getting them
good and wet before shoving them into Mandy’s face. Her lover sucked up
the saliva eagerly and left her own spit in its place.

Lacey needed some pussy pumping fast. Her crotch was an inferno. She
stood up suddenly, causing Mandy’s groping hands to fall onto the empty
bench in front of her. The naked sophomore glared up at her wet brunette
lover with an anxious smile. Lacey practically tore her red gym shorts
a blast of hot air leaping from her muff as only the black lace panties
remained. She touched herself through them a couple of times for Mandy’s
sake, but quickly dropped them as well. Her pussy needed air, and Mandy
more than happy to oblige. She ogled Lacey’s bare snatch, which bore a
striking resemblance to her own: the pink lips were small and meaty, the
black pubic hair nicely trimmed. The obvious difference was Lacey’s bud.
was tiny, and Lacey frantically pried through her pussy to pinpoint it and
give it the touch it cried out for. Once she reached it, she moaned
uncontrollably, fondling and flicking at it. She couldn’t wait to have
feel it up.

"Like my puss, baby?" She put one leg up on the bench so Mandy could get a
better view of her masturbating, not to mention her long, smooth gams.

"I love your pussy, Lace." Mandy moaned and quickly shifted her position.
She laid down on her back with her feet pointing away from Lacey and her
mouth right under the older girl’s dripping cunt. Lacey looked down and
Mandy’s upside-down expression of pleasure. Lacey’s tang was raining down
upon Mandy’s nose and lips, the girl’s tongue extending to catch what it

"Sit on my face," Mandy groaned over and over, two fingers deep in her own
pussy. "Sit on my face."

"Oh God, yes," Lacey whispered. She took her own fingers away from her
and lowered herself gently onto Mandy’s waiting mouth. Mandy ran her face
over Lacey’s firm ass and hot snatch, quickly prying the asscheeks apart
see what she had to work with. As soon as Mandy had a good hold of Lacey’s
labe, she stuck her tongue up into the wet pink passage, as far as she
could. "MMmmMMMMMmmmm!" Lacey groaned from her gut as she felt the
penetrating lick from below. She ground her twat onto Mandy’s lips harder
and harder, so that Mandy had to pull away for some air within seconds. A
moment later, though, she was back inside Lacey, her chin covered with
as she ate the girl out. She smacked Lacey’s tight butt, getting the busty
girl to rock back and forth over her. Lacey reached forward and sprinkled
her fingers across Mandy’s bare chest and hips. The girl vibrated from the
tickling, and in turn her tongue wiggled around in Lacey’s box. Lacey
on her fingers again and then reached out, leaning over towards Mandy’s
sweet pussy. She lightly slapped Mandy’s fingers away from the steaming
and stuck a couple of her own inside. Mandy shreiked in pleasure, spanking
Lacey harder as she felt her own cunt get drilled again. The two young
pals cried out in delight, getting comfortable in a 69’ing position, happy
that no one could hear and view their orgasmic happiness except from the
heavens above. But someone else was.

"Holy mother of fuck," he muttered under his breath as he watched the two
babes go at it. He was Chris Ronzio, a studly senior basketball player. He
was supposed to meet his teammates on the other side of the gym in five
minutes, to take a bus to that afternoon’s hoops contest, but he had
down the quiet hallway outside the volleyball locker room to use the gym’s
only soda machine. By the greatest of luck, he walked by the locker room’s
open door and just happened to hear Lacey ask Mandy if she liked her

Chris couldn’t believe it, since the greatest fantasy of a horndog
high school jock is almost always about two of his hot female classmates
going down on each other. His cock grew hard immediately beneath his
athletic shorts. He slowly turned and peered through the open door. He
couldn’t actually see the two girls from the entrance, but a mirror on the
room’s back wall was perfectly positioned for him to see into Mandy and
Lacey’s row of lockers, and he had been watching the clit-frigging
exhibition ever since, standing just inside the doorway, quiet as a mouse,
his shorts down around his hi-tops, jerking his rock hard eight inches
wild abandon. He had long had fantasies of burying his cock between
hooters, and he figured he probably could right now if he walked in on the
girls, but he decided to continue whacking off breathlessly from afar.
knew that if Britney ever found out that he dicked two other girls, she’d
end it with him, and that was too much of a good thing to lose.

Lacey and Mandy had amazingly found another level of frenzied lust. From
his mirror viewpoint, Chris could see the younger girl pull her tongue
from Lacey’s cooch with a wet smack, and start to finger it with two of
small digits. He couldn’t see was what Lacey was doing. Too bad. What an
image. She was lying against Mandy now, her breasts bouncing against
stomach with every thrust the younger girl’s fingers made. Lacey’s wet
fell down over her upper arms and cleavage, and occasionally blocked her
eyes, but she quickly swiped the dark crop away and went back to planting
her lips right on Mandy’s big clit. She had a juggling act on her hands,
since she was coming at the pussy from the other direction, and Mandy’s
clamp on her own crotch prevented her from moving towards it too freely,
Lacey managed. She held Mandy’s creamy thighs open and dove in, tonguing
slit from top to bottom and making the young blonde groan like an animal.

"Oh FUCK, EAT IT, LACE," Mandy screamed while fingering the juicy pussy in
her own face. It was too much for Chris the voyeur to handle. His muscles
rippled through his jersey shirt as his right hand showed no mercy to his
oozing prick. He closed his eyes and nearly blacked out when he came,
of warm white jism flying onto the cold floor below, narrowly missing his
sneakers and discarded shorts. Chris stood there and let the orgasm rock
through his body, fighting every urge to make some noise. His short, curly
blond hair was drenched with sweat, his brown eyes rolled into the back of
his head, his mouth wide open and breathing hard. He took one last look at
the two delicious girls before his post-jerkoff senses took over. He
a drop of cum off his hand and pushed some more spunk off the end of his
cock to the cream-covered floor below. Then he pulled up his shorts, his
knees shaking as his sensitive stick ran against the fabric, and walked
away, ready to join his team, leaving the beautiful sounds of lesbian sex
behind. He forgot his soda, though.

Mandy was about to drink some cherry coke. She had managed to get
three fingers into Lacey, thrusting in deep and then pulling upward to
some stimulation to the girl’s small, sensitive clit. She placed her
under her fingers, sucking up the juice that ran off Lacey’s moist cunt
lips. The stacked junior shook her ass against Mandy’s nose, her tush and
twat covered with the sweet scent of a woman. Her own lips sucked on
clit whenever she could stop herself from moaning, but the sensations were
unstoppable now. Lacey gripped onto the bench and sat up, her tits
in the air and slapping against each other. She came down hard on Mandy’s
face, the young girl’s tongue so deep in her cooch.

"Oh yes! Lick me, lick me, lick me, lick me, lick me!!!! Oh Mand, I’m
pop! I’m gonna pop all over your pretty mouth, Mandy, oh god!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmphhh, popppppppp," Mandy moaned, muffled by the muff. She
her tongue between Lacey’s pussy walls as fast and as hard as she could,
was quickly rewarded. Lacey let out a short, high-pitched yipe and smashed
her hands against Mandy’s tits as she came, came hard, her sticky nectar
trickling across Mandy’s tongue, between her cheeks and down her throat.
Mandy squirmed against the bench as Lacey rubbed her while she came. She
wanted to cum again, too. She didn’t know how long she could hold out, but
she didn’t have to wait long for Lacey’s moaning mouth to return to her
clit, and the older girl’s long fingers to dig into her puss again. That
all she needed.

"I’m cumming toooOOOOOOO!!! Aah aaaaaaaaah OHHHHH CHRIST!" Mandy’s butt
slammed up and down against the bench, Lacey’s fingers firmly entrenched
her quaking cunt and not letting go. Lacey planted soft kisses on Mandy’s
clit as the girl came. Her fingers squished in and out of Lake Moore, her
teeth and tastebuds covered with the sweetness of Mandy’s candy.

"Yep," Lacey said cheerfully, her tongue licking Mandy’s juices from the
corners of her mouth, "maybe we are THAT way." Mandy laughed
then moaned again, the giggles like a shotgun blast to her blown-out
She had never felt so tingly, so alive, and so in love. Lacey turned
and locked eyes with her beautiful young lover. She laughed. Her ass had
flushed Mandy’s bronzed cheeks a bright red. She reached down and kissed
Mandy, drinking in the taste of each other’s mouths and juices, two young
girls consummating their erotic fireworks.

They finally left the locker room twenty minutes later, unable to keep
their dirty hands to themselves while putting on their clean outfits. As
they left the room, Mandy paused at the doorway.

"Uh, Lace," the unsuspecting girl wondered, "who dropped suntan lotion on
the floor here?" Lacey sniffed the air above the white gunk and shook her

"I don’t know, but it’s better off on the floor than my skin. What the
brand is that? It stinks from five feet away!"


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