Celebrity Schoolgirls

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 5th episode of 'Celebrity Schoolgirls', the tables are turned a bit when St. Bernerd's hottest girl, Senior and Head Cheerleader Britney Spears, decides she's tired of having just one cock and wants more. The 'more' comes from the school's embarrassing basketball team (1 and 10 with a coach more interested in pussy than winning) whose only winning quality seems to be in the size of their male sex organs. Will Britney get what she wants or will it be more than she can handle?

Original Airdate: Monday, April 19, 2010 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Scent of a Girl')

Story Codes: fmmm+, oral, anal

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 teams'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 it's 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 satisifed 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 a 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.