Celebrity Schoolgirls 7: Britney The Blackmailer

DISCLAIMER: If you are underage and/or unqualified to view adult material, if adult material is outlawed in your community or you are offended in any way by explicit depictions of sexual activity, DO NOT read 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. 🙂

Celebrity Schoolgirls 7: Britney the Blackmailer

by Tony Idolatry

Jessica Simpson and Rachael Leigh Cook were beaming with pride as they made the three-block walk from Natalie
Portman’s house back to Jessica’s, a walk they had made every afternoon for two weeks.

Indeed, it had been exactly two weeks since Jessica’s kinky way of killing time in English class got Natalie kicked out of St. Bernard’s. Natalie’s parents couldn’t believe it when the principal told them about their daughter’s sinful exposure, but Natalie shrugged it off. She denied nothing, and started attending public high school two days later. She realized she had become invisible at St. Bernard’s anyway, so why not take her chances at a public school?

All that really mattered to Natalie was that her only two close friends stuck by her. Jessica and Rachael always stayed for about a half-hour – no more, because Natalie’s parents didn’t want to be reminded of St. Bernard’s when they got home from work. The three spent the time just joking around, watching TV, playing music, comparing makeup and hair. It was odd, almost like they were back in third grade. Nothing about the fateful incident ever came up, or anything remotely sexual. Not even any apologies, because Jessica remembered what Natalie told her at the very beginning: “Don’t worry, baby. It was worth it.” It was selfless, and yet still rebellious. God, Jessica wanted her.

Jessica was sure that, eventually, she and Natalie would find themselves in an exclusive relationship. But, even though Jessica was boiling over with desire, she held off on making a move. She realized Natalie needed time to sort her life out and see how loyal Jessica would always be. Jessica also hoped Rachael would eventually stop tagging along. No such luck. Rachael was ALWAYS around, partly because her own guilt towards Natalie was substantial, but mainly because SHE was still hot for Jessica. Despite such a shared moment of raw sexuality and all the fallout from it, the attractions between the three girls remained remarkably hidden.

The Simpson house was quiet when Jessica and Rachael got back, as it had been for a week. Jessica’s parents had remarried and were on their second honeymoon, a 10-day Bahamas cruise. Jessica sang at the ceremony, in St. Bernard’s chapel. Rachael attended. Natalie, on the other hand, shrewdly chose to “forget” about her invitation. Used to be, ten days with an empty house would’ve meant at least ten different energetic young cocks in Jessica’s bed, but holy shit, how things had changed. How Jessica had changed.

Jessica unlocked the front door and wordlessly went to the kitchen to feed her cat while Rachael sat and waited in the living room. Afterwards, they would head upstairs to Jessica’s room for a smoke, sometimes daring to discuss how Natalie seemed to be doing. Then they’d drive over to Arby’s, bring back their dinner, and watch TV. After deciding, each night, that this was not the night to come onto Jessica, Rachael would leave.

Rachael and Jessica had been friends for years, but this new routine had them feeling like an old married couple. The secret of the explosive act they shared kept them close to each other. They were frightened for days after Natalie was expelled, but now two weeks had passed. No one had accused Jessica or Rachael of anything. It was slowly but surely becoming clear: the three masturbators themselves were the only ones who knew the whole truth of that day in Borden’s room.

“Hello, girls.”

Jessica and Rachael both screamed at the unexpected voice they heard as Jessica opened the door to her bedroom. They knew the voice, though. It was a girl. A southern girl. Jessica and Rachael looked up and screamed again when they saw the girl was accompanied by one of the few jocks at St. Bernard’s that Jessica hadn’t banged. Britney Spears, cheerleader and town vixen, sat on Jessica’s bed. Chris Ronzio, Britney’s boyfriend, stood by the window.

“How the FUCK did you get in my FUCKING house?” Jessica asked, her heart racing.

“Such strong language from a choir girl,” Britney scolded. “Sorry to say we broke a window. The one by the back door. Chris can replace it tomorrow, if you insist.”

“How…NICE of you,” Jessica said, her voice stinging with anger. “But we have an alarm system, too. How’d you get through…”

“Uhh, Jess?” Rachael interrupted. “The alarm only kicks in at night. Remember? The little beep we hear during dinner?”

Britney let out a cackle fit for a diva. “Wellll, I guess I’m just a lucky bitch, ain’t I?” And so naughty, she reminded herself. She instinctively brushed a hand across her crotch at the thought. While Jessica and Rachael were still wearing their uniforms, Britney was wearing a ridiculously tight pair of red shorts and a matching red tank-top, made out of leather. The neckline was low enough to be callled a nippleline. Chris wore a black t-shirt, black jeans and black hi-tops. Obviously, only one of them needed to dress like a criminal to act like one.

“OK, OK.” Jessica tried to calm herself down. “Let’s move on. WHAT the fuck are you doing in my fucking house?”

“Ohhhh, honey.” Britney shook her head, then snapped her fingers at Chris, who pulled a shoebox out from behind his back. “We have to talk. Sit. Your friend, too.” She pointed to a beanbag chair in the corner. Jessica and Rachael warily occupied both ends.

Jessica was worried to begin with, but now this box!

She and Britney never got along well, basically because around adults, Jessica stuck by the sweet crowd while Britney stood up with the cool and the badasses. Every night, though, in the jerkoff fantasies of all and the beds and backseats of the lucky few, Jessica and Britney squared off for the same title: Girl I’d Most Like to Do Until She’s Raw. They were so known for the same thing, it didn’t matter how well they COULD have gotten along. It was inevitable that they would become archrivals. They were like the Coke and Pepsi of fucking. And now, this shoebox. The thought sent shivers up Jessica’s spine: What if Britney could make everything fizzle in her life?

“I just want to show you…” Britney said, starting to open the lid. “Oh! Before I do, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how’s your good friend Natalie?”

Jessica gulped. “We never knew Portman that well.”

“First you curse,” Britney fired back, “and then you lie to my face. You’re not acting very Christian today, Miss Simpson.”

“Fuck off,” Rachael mustered up the courage to say.

“There YOU go now,” Britney said, shooting Rachael a glare that said “Stay out of this.”

“FUCK off,” Jessica added.

“There YOU go again!” Britney said like a sing-songy Hee-Haw girl. “I don’t know. Y’all must be going through your time of the month or somethin’. Anyway, I’m asking because a little birdie tells me you two have been visiting that whore all the time lately. And PLUS, you were sittin’ right next to her when she got off.”

“How would you know? You’re not in our English class,” Jessica said. “I’m not even sure you’ve been in ANY English class.”

Britney absorbed the insult. “Think about it, Jess,” she answered.

Jessica stared at Britney, who waited.

Then she looked over at Chris, and matched the face to a memory. Third row, second seat.

“Meet my little birdie,” Britney said triumphantly.

“I’m not little,” Chris said all of a sudden.

“I know you’re not, baby.” Britney shook her head. “Boys. Where was I? Oh yeah!” She opened the box. “Take a look and tell me if this isn’t your personal lost and found.”

Just as both girls suspected. A hairpin. A pen. Why couldn’t those goddamn uniform skirts have pockets, Rachael wondered.

Britney picked up both the pin and the pen and smelled them. “Can you believe they’re still a little funky?” she asked. Jessica held it together, but Rachael looked like she wanted to die. “Chris went back to the classroom that afternoon. Figured he might find somethin’ sticky Nat left behind. He….umm, we, never thought you’d be stupid enough to leave us something, too.”

“We never thought anyone would be sick enough to look,” Jessica said. “Pervs.”

Britney began to reach into the leg of her shorts for something. It was a struggle. The snug fabric moved down her hips, revealing no tan line, and apparently no panties. Rachael couldn’t help becoming wet despite her embarrassment.

Britney finally pulled out two Polaroid snapshots: one of the empty classroom, and the three “dildos” exactly where they fell, and the other of Jessica and Rachael leaving Natalie’s house.

“Amazing detective work, Ronzio,” Jessica said, her eyes rolling.

“Thanks,” Chris said. “I watch a lot of Niped Blue.”

“Those are initials, you moron. N-Y-P-D Blue.”

“Sorry, Brit.”

“Just shut up and let me work alone, OK?”

“Oh PLEASE,” Jessica interrupted, feeling bolder. “This is pathetic. It doesn’t prove a thing.”

Britney poured it back on, pouting and putting a finger to her chin. “Hmmmm, you’re right. But we’ll float it anyway. There are a lot of kids that might get a kick out of seeing you down in the mud with me for awhile. It MIGHT just cause enough of a buzz that the school would look into it. Even into a good girl like you…” she turned to Rachael “…and a lamb like you. Could you imagine?”

Jessica reached out for Rachael’s hand.

“Oh,” Britney continued, “what about Natalie? What if she’s already confessed EVERYTHING? What if the they know she fucked herself blue with an eraser? How could Chris know that? He couldn’t. They’ll see this, and they’ll know it’s genuine,” Britney finished, waving the classroom pic through the room’s stifling air.

Oh God. Natalie DID tell the principal everything. She called Jessica that night to brag. “Little girls flash people,” she had explained. “Women go all the way. I let them know I’m walking out of that joint as a woman.”

So much for the advantages of loving a rebel.

“Your living saint act is over, Jess,” Britney said. “If this stuff changes the way the adults around this town think of you, you’ll be stuck here the rest of your life.”

Jessica decided not to put off the obvious question. “Unless?”

Britney ran her hand across the back of her neck and down her traffic-stopping rack. “Unless you two give Chris and me some satisfaction.”

Rachael buried her head in the beanbag.

Jessica shook her head. “You’re serious?”

“Ohhhh yeah.”

Everyone swallowed hard, including Britney. The combination of her accent and a smoky delivery was almost impossible for even herself to resist.

“I don’t know if you know Lacey Chabert and Mandy Moore,” Britney said.

“Not really,” Jessica answered. “We’ve seen them.”

“Chris has seen ALL of them,” Britney said. “He watched them munch on each other’s boxes in the locker room one day. It’s all I ever hear about – how sexy they were, how turned on it made him. He knows I’ve been with other guys, so he wants a chance to be with another girl. And….”

“And he wants girls to be with you, too,” Jessica concluded. Rachael was still white as a ghost, but Jessica’s carnal cravings were perking up.

“Yeahhh,” Britney whispered, her drawl getting even more delicious. “Chris was thinking about having our way with those lesbos, but then these photos walked into my life and, well….” she looked deep into Jessica’s eyes. “I’ve always had a secret little itch for you. Bitch.”

“Slut,” Jessica reflexively hissed, but it was all over. She knew that she was, and always had been, caught in Britney’s web.

Britney smiled and took her top off, leaving her huge breasts bare. It almost seemed to get brighter in the room, as if more of the sun’s rays demanded to slip past Jessica’s curtains and worship Britney’s naked flesh. The two girls stared at her as she caressed her hardening nipples, while Chris held the inside of her discarded top up to his nose. Rachael looked over at his expanding basket and gulped. That was MUCH bigger than a pen.

Britney impatiently cocked her long dirty blonde curls. “What’ll it be, y’all? Not that you really have a choice, but if you did I’d like to think…”

Jessica suddenly lurched over and put a finger over Britney’s mouth. “Just shut up,” she said, before sealing the deal with a kiss.

Britney lips widened into a smile as Jessica began passionately sucking face. Jessica’s cherry lipstick smeared against Britney’s teeth. Fluid danced across their intertwined tongues, their deep breaths tripping up as drips and drops of saliva ran down the backs of their throats. Britney’s tits smashed against Jessica’s own heaving chest. She enjoyed this new sensation of having a soft partner who knew how to kiss hard. Jessica broke free to catch a breath, but Britney threw her arms around Jessica’s neck and pulled her down to a kneeling position on the floor.

“You’re no angel,” Britney taunted, only to get a mouthful of tongue again. She felt Jessica’s hands run across her tiny hips, up her bare back and back around to fondle her cushy tits. Jessica’s mouth moved down to those big brown areolas. She kept looking up at Britney as she sucked and licked, beating her tongue against the hot, taut nipples.

“Got any milk in here for me?” she asked Britney with a wink. “Huh?”

“Oh sweet Jesus, yeah!” Britney threw her head back and felt Jessica run a hand across her burning hot, imprisoned snatch. Jessica fondled every inch of Britney’s globes, then pressed them together and ran her tongue through Britney’s bountiful cleavage before trying to fit both nipples into her mouth at once.

“Aghhhh, you watchin’ this, you hopeless retard?” Britney called to her boyfriend. “THIS is how you suck tit.”

Chris was most definitely watching. His pants were off and his eight inches were granite in his hand. “Let her do you good,” he spit back, his voice quivering.

Jessica got a grip on Britney’s shorts. Britney smiled wickedly as she watched Jessica have the damndest time trying to wrestle them down her curvy legs. As she pulled and pried, Jessica’s own booty swayed invitingly in front of Rachael’s face. Rachael decided that here, finally, was a chance to make HER move.

Jessica froze when she felt hands moving under her skirt to pull down her panties. She thought it was Chris, but he was still jacking off in the corner, and the fingertips that ran across her swollen clit were softer, smaller and cooler than a boy’s. She knew what was going on, but until she felt Rachael’s tongue slip between her labes, she didn’t realize how much she’d enjoy it. Rachael was just as totally inexperienced as Jessica was with girls, but she did what she thought would feel good. Over and over, she punched her tongue deep inside Jessica’s cunt, swirling it around to lap up the sweet juices of her infatuation. She came up for air, only to slip her lips around Jessica’s throbbing twat, suckling like a needy child. She gently guided Jessica’s legs further apart, and ran a finger up to the girl’s tight asshole. She didn’t break through the ring, just ran her cold finger around and across the fiery circle.

“OHMIGOD yes!! MMMMMMphhh!!” Jessica bit her lip and grinded her snatch against Rachael’s face. “Use your pretty little tongue on me. Fuck me, Rach. Deep. Deeeeper! Uhhh haaaaaaaaah!”

Britney enjoyed the view. Her own cooch was bare now, and dripping all over Jessica’s bed. Jessica, had gotten wrapped up in Rachael’s oral impaling. Her hands still clung tightly to the sides of Britney’s shorts, which were now wrapped around Britney’s knees. She needed a jump start. Britney decided to muscle free, kick the shorts off and throw her legs up, moving her god damn beautiful pussy just an inch or two away from Jessica’s mouth. Jessica did wake up, to another dream. She laughed weakly and blew some stray strands of her mussed hair away before clamping her hands onto the bed and closing her mouth over Britney’s tangy slit.

“Yeahhh choir girl,” Britney’s smoky voice rose again from behind her tits. “Taste my pie. That’s it. Taste it. Ooooooo! You’re so fucking filthy! Just like me.”

Jessica mashed her nose against Britney’s clit as her tongue reached the inner depths, the promised land of muff and honey. She kept her tongue wiggling around inside, then pulled out slowwwwly, like storm tides against the gulf coast. She moved a hand between Britney’s pert ass cheeks, giving each one a resounding spank that made Britney cry out in approval. Britney’s thighs writhed against Jessica’s cheeks. She ran her bare feet across the damp back of Jessica’s shirt, swinging them out during unbearable seizures of pleasure. Rachael noticed this once. She caught hold and licked each of Britney’s soles from toe to heel. “Holy shit girlie, that tickles!” Britney giggled. Rachael sucked on each tanned, tasty toe, then turned back to keep licking Jessica.


The cleared throat belonged to Chris, as did the full balls and imposing dick, and they were a foot away from Rachael.

“You’re amazing with your mouth,” he said. “How bout using it on me?”

Britney looked down and smiled at her big, dumb man. Let him have his fun, she thought. She was certainly having her own. She laid back down and watched Jessica blow bubbles of saliva onto her snatch before hungrily munching her way back inside.

Rachael’s killer eyes kept shifting from Chris’ face and back to his cock nervously. She wanted to try blowing a guy, but she wasn’t sure she’d be in control with Chris. She massaged Jessica’s clit one last time, as if to say “I’ll be back, sweetie,” before moving a hand towards Chris’ joystick.

“No, wait,” Chris said. “Show me your boobs.”

Rachael fumbled with the buttons on her uniform shirt, but when she saw how Chris moaned and gave himself a quick jerk when her frilly white bra was revealed, she found confidence in her femininity. She had seen how Chris had smelled Britney’s top, so when she unclasped her bra and let her moist, perky jugs hang out in the open, she let Chris look for a sec, then tossed the undergarment up to his face. She laughed as he went gonzo over the scent.

“Ohhhh, go head and gimme head,” the jock/fetishist groaned from behind his lace veil.

Rachael wrapped her small hand around Chris’ fat dick and nuzzled her nose against the underside of his shaft while she licked cautiously across his nuts. She liked the way the short hairs of his sack folded against her tongue, then snapped back to brush against her chin as she moved on. She ran her tongue between the base of his cock and his sack, then put her warm lips around one of his balls. Rachael sucked each with all the saliva she could muster, feeling her own lips get wet against his skin. She felt a drop on her nose and looked up in time to see a second drop of pre-cum batter her cheek. She laughed a mumbled, disbelieving laugh, then left his testicles behind to pucker her tight mouth around his hard, throbbing cockhead.

Chris groaned and ran his hands through Rachael’s beautiful raven hair. It had been a LONG time since a mouth other than Britney’s swallowed his sword, and while Brit was a great BJ artist, he enjoyed watching and feeling Rachael learn the basics. She sucked on his glans over and over, moaning as she tasted his salty juices. She opened wide and swallowed some shaft meat. Sucking cock wasn’t much different from eating a popsicle, Rachael decided. It was almost a fun game when she thought of it that way. At least popsicles yielded, melting away as she sucked harder. Chris wouldn’t yield. She made her lips airtight and started to stroke his hefty balls, but his wang was just as big, if not bigger, with every bob.

“You’re good,” Chris groaned. Rachael pulled off, smiled and licked up and down, getting the sides of his big shaft nice and wet.

“HOW good is she?” Britney broke through her own whimpers to ask.

“She’s damn good, Brit,” Chris answered back. Rachael laughed and bobbed back down.

Britney smirked at her boyfriend before licking her lips and pushing Jessica’s lips down harder on her sopping wet cunt. Jessica decided to up the ante right up Britney’s ass. She found Britney’s back door with a determined finger, only to find enough room inside for two.

“OHHHHH baby, I LIKE that!” Britney cried from the double pump. “This one’s damn good, too, lover boy.”

“Awesome!” Chris shouted back. “Ohhh, you like feelin’ my ass?” he asked Rachael when he felt her hands wander across his smooth behind. Rachael let out a gurgling laugh and gave him a light slap. “Harder,” Chris ordered. Rachael smacked him again. “Yeahh, me and Brit love it rough,” he said, pushing his wood into Rachael’s mouth a little more insistently. Rachael pulled away and took a deep breath while looking up with those hypnotic eyes. This time, they were saying “Umm hmmm.” She sunk her lips back down on Chris and let his turgid tool slam in and out of her cheek pocket. It turned her on, getting mouth fucked, and she found herself pushing her underwear away to finger herself. Chris loved it, watching her get off on surrendering her mouth to him, his rod making her supermodel face expand and collapse, over and over. It was so soft, hot and wet around his cock, it reminded him of a sweet sweet pussy. Which reminded him that there were three of those in the room. He looked over at Britney, her legs splayed and her cookie in the mouth of another girl. Her face was scrunched up. He knew that look. Her ecstatic eyes met his as Jessica loudly slurped down her river of poon tang. She smiled and nodded through her quaking moans, pointing her head towards Jessica’s lonely cunt. Chris LOVED that they thought alike.

“Get up, baby,” he said, helping a surprisingly reluctant Rachael to her feet. He kissed her and she kissed back. “You were great,” he gasped. He went and stood behind Jessica’s bubbly rump while Britney beckoned to Rachael with her finger. Rachael pulled off her skirt and panties and walked excitedly toward’s St. Bernard’s queen of sex.

“Yeah, you want this,” Britney smiled. “Come sit on my face. I’ll give Jess here a run for her money.”

Chris lined up his cock with Jessica’s pussy. A dollop of her special sauce oozed onto his cockhead. Well, she was experienced, but so what? She was as excited as a first timer. She never thought she’d get to fuck Chris – which was the only thing she considered him good for – and here he was, poppin’ into her doggy style.

“That’s it,” Chris grunted. “Lovely Miss Jessica Simpson.” He pushed his tip inside of her, expecting and hearing her gasp. “Sink on down, sweet cheeks.”

“Oooooooh fuck wait Rach!” Jessica called out as she slid down further along Chris’ impressive thickness. Rachael stopped just before she was about to climb aboard Britney. “Hit the stereo over there. I think I’m gonna get loud!”

“Fuck yeah!” Chris shouted. “Scream, baby, scream!”

“Boys,” Britney wondered aloud again, but as soon as she felt Jessica’s lips back on her tingling crotch she made some noise of her own.

Rachael turned the stereo, with its “Masters of Metal” CD, towards the room’s curtained- but-open window and hiked the volume up to an 8 out of 10. Unlike Jessica, she hated metal, but she also knew loud music would sound less suspicious on a neighborhood street than, say, “Finger my cunny, you cocksucking whore!”

Rachael turned back to the bed. She saw Britney waving to her with her tongue. She heard Chris’ nuts slap, slap, slapping against Jessica’s occupied, engorged mound. How did THIS happen?

“Give me that puss,” Britney pleaded.

Rachael was sure she went to the most sex-crazy school in America, and if you’ve joined ’em, ride ’em. She got up on the bed, facing the headboard in a catcher’s crouch over Britney’s mouth. The cunt-craving cheerleader dug right in to her first pussy, grabbing hold of Rachael’s tiny ballerina asscheeks and closing her talented lips around the pulsating clit. Rachael began to rhythmically ride her face, stuffing her muff against Britney’s chin and lips before her tongue finally got the idea and moved into her aching snatch. Chris porked Jessica harder as he watched Rachael curse and groan, her pretty face twitching and twisting.

“Just like I thought,” he shouted, placing a slap on the grunting Jessica’s bottom. “My girl’s a fuckin’ natural at eating out.”

The praise psyched up Britney even more. She took the self-guided tour of Rachael’s mound, planting quick, tickling licks and inhaling the sweet musk of Rachael’s arousal. She pried Rachael’s labes apart and played with them, making Rachael all the more sensitive and thankful when she finally wedged her tongue up inside her again. Rachael moved her hands from the wall to the headboard, making the whole bed shake.

Jessica could feel the vibrations shudder against her already unsteady legs. She was bent over and getting dicked like a pro. Britney’s cunt was against her tongue. Her uniform skirt was still around her waist. She moved a knee up onto the bed, which only caused Chris to put a foot up there and straddle her, pounding his prick inside of her pussy even further, even harder. He wanted to rock Jessica in a way he never felt obligated to with Britney. Her Lone Star curves were so slender, her body so natural….he felt desperate to thrust so deep inside of her that her cries of ecstasy would be as pure as the rest of her.

“Fuck me. Fuck me….” Jessica’s plea got progressively louder. Sweat poured down her flushed face.

“EAT ME, slut,” Britney commanded through her busy lips.

“Uhhhhhh, BITCH!” Jessica returned the compliment, then went full-force after Britney’s bud. She flicked her tongue, poked her tongue, pressed her tongue against it. She moved her fingers out of Britney’s ass, into her pussy, then back again, fast and rough.

It was a new kind of rough for Britney. She was so overcome that she could do little more than stick her tongue out of her jolting head and spear Rachael’s pussy. Of course, that was A-OK with Rachael. She looked down as an orgasm wracked Britney, then another. Britney slammed her fist against the mattress as she screamed out. Jessica’s fingers finally had to settle on staying lodged in Britney’s tush, because her hand was locked under Britney’s clenched frame. Jessica grinned cockily, satisfied at how thoroughly she’d wrecked St. Bernie’s cream queen, but cruel enough to run her tongue back across Britney’s clit for extra orgasmic insanity. Jessica swore she could feel electric pulses dance against the fingertips she had up Britney’s ass. Rachael found the sight so sexy that she didn’t wait for Britney to regain self-control. She simply started grinding her pussy against Britney’s twisted, puckered smile. She started moaning softly in no time, her virginal juices pouring onto Britney’s face as the cheerleader found enough sense to spank Rachael in a successful plea for air.

Chris matched the spanks with swats against Jessica’s sizzling ass-flesh. Jessica’s moans were getting as loud and primal as he’d hoped. He was screwing her so deep that he heard a popping sound, and it wasn’t his balls against her thigh. He didn’t know what it was, but it was from inside her. He HAD heard it once before – when he’d fucked Britney scissor-legged on her living room couch. Jessica repeatedly shrieked the highest note in her range as Chris hit the mysterious hilt once, then twice, eventually ten or so times, until her vocals died down and a much more familiar sensation enveloped his cock – molten pussy juice. He pumped into her slower, for her benefit, then faster for his when the slickness against his glans was too enjoyable to hold back any longer.

“Ohhhhhhh, I’m gonna cum, Jessie. I’m gonna give it to ya!”

“Yes, yes, come in my pussy. Fill me up, you big dicked stud. Yeahhhhhh….”


The muffled objection came from Britney. She scurried out from under Rachael and hit the floor, falling to her knees beside Chris. “That load is mine.”

Chris had no objections. The sight of his girlfriend with another girl’s tang dripping from her lips was instinctively more appealing to him than Jessica’s spent snatch. But when Britney carefully pulled Chris’ cock out of Jessica, gave her clit a “thank you” suck, then cleaned off his juice-covered organ with her tongue, Chris had entered high school jock heaven.

“Ahhhhh, Britney,” he mumbled, the sensations of her jacking hand against his peter overcoming him. “I’m….gon..nut.”

“I know you are, sweetie.” Britney looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. She looked over at Jessica. Rachael was licking her nipples. Both girls were watching Britney’s technique. She winked and blew a kiss to them. There was nothing Britney enjoyed more than putting on a show.

“I love the way an overheated cock feels in my hand,” Britney purred through clenched teeth. Chris’ eyes started to roll back as she wanked him senseless. A squishy sound came up from his balls. “You got that goo on the brain, huh?”


“You gonna fuckin’ shoot it for me?”

“Uh huh, yeah.”

“Yeah. Your juicy cum all over my face and tits, huh?”

“Ohhhh FUCK yeah!!”

“Well fuck you,” Britney growled. She guided his cocked goo gun towards her open mouth. “Shoo ih inn heah insteh. Dow ma thro, babeee.”


Chris’ single, pointed cry preceded rope after rope of stringy jism rocketing from his cock towards Britney. The girls watched in amazement as each snow white bullet seemed to curve at the front end, just before it disappeared between Britney’s waiting, wide open lips. She hadn’t flinched or anything, and she seemed to know just when the cum would stop flying and start dribbling – she ran her tongue against Chris’ underside and didn’t miss a single drop.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!” Britney held her mouth open for the girls to see Chris’ entire load dancing on her tongue.

“Ahhhmmmmmmmm!!” She inhaled Chris’ still-rigid rod to the root, letting it push his seed down her gulping throat.

“Absolutely awesome,” Jessica gasped.

“C’mon Brit!!” Chris screamed. “I can’t take it!!!!”

“Ahhhhh,” Britney pulled off with a deep breath and a lick of her chops. “Boys.”

The boy in question collapsed into a sorry ball on the beanbag chair.

“You’ve gotta teach us that,” Rachael said, so urgently she surprised herself.

Britney cracked up. She crawled over to the shoebox, threw it up to Jessica, and climbed onto the bed. The smiles were contagious.

Britney gave a thumbs-up. “Girls!”

Jessica and Rachael nodded. “Girls,” they laughed in unison, before joining their former blackmailer in a three-way tongue-tie.

For the first time in two weeks, it wouldn’t be roast beef for dinner.


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