Celebrity Schoolgirls

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 7th episode of 'Celebrity Schoolgirls', St. Bernerd's newest love birds, Mandy Moore and Lacey Chabert, inspire their close friend, Boy Meets World star Danielle Fishel to pursue the same interest they have discovered. The curvy bombshell has a lust for pussy and she soon sets her sights on the school's newest sports star, the equally gorgeous blond goddess, Anna Kournikova. After a first meeting in the school's cafeteria, Danielle, is hooked and must have this sculpted, tanned and exotic beauty from a foreign land. This will be come the girls unending quest.

Original Airdate: Monday, April 26, 2010 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Scent of a Girl ')

Story Codes: ff, oral, anal

In the school cafeteria the next day, Lacey and Mandy seemed to be much more interested in tasting each other than the unappealing lunches on their plates. The two girls sat next to each other at their usual table, in a somewhat isolated corner of the crowded mess hall. Across the table was their good friend Danielle Fishel, just like always. Danielle was no dummy. She had long suspected that Lacey and Mandy had mutual feelings that went far beyond friendship, and today, those feelings seemed to be out in the open. Even if the signs were hardly noticeable to the guys and girls that walked by the table for a few fleeting seconds, Danielle had watched long enough to decide love was in the air. Really sappy love, too.

At the beginning of lunch, Lacey made the cutest little joke, and Mandy laughed and poked her finger at Lacey's nose, eliciting endless giggles from both girls. Later, Lacey implored Mandy to taste some of her pasta lunch, and when Mandy eventually gave in, Lacey actually FED her, from the SAME fork! And now, Danielle was watching the kicker of them all. Lacey had gotten some chocolate pudding on one of her fingers - accidentally, of course. Mandy couldn't have been more helpful. The napkin she offered Lacey was her own tongue, laughing uncontrollably as she took a good long taste of the chocolate and her friend's flesh, for at least five seconds, before pulling away and leaving Lace to clean off her shiny saliva.

"You guys are a little touchy feely today, you know?" Danielle had fought valiantly to keep her mouth shut, but she finally caved in to two strong feelings: one, anger from being kept in the dark by her two best friends, and two, unbearable lust watching the two nubile young schoolgirls literally drool all over each other.

"Huh?" Lacey's concentrated gaze into Mandy's adorable eyes was broken by Danielle's accusatory remark. "Oh, we're just a little goofy today, that's all."

"Yeah. Goofy," Mandy barely managed to agree before laughing again and slapping Lacey's knee, leaving her hand there a bit too long afterwards.

"Here's to goofiness," Danielle replied dryly, raising her soda can to toast the obvious new lovers. The girl sighed and took a long swig of Diet Pepsi. She hated diet soda. But here she was, a junior in high school, perfectly pretty, according to many relatives and old people, but still lacking a love interest of her own. Something must need improvement, she concluded. Must be her body.

In fact, Danielle couldn't have been more wrong. She was, indeed, a beautiful girl, with flowing brown hair most young popular beauty queens would kill for, incomparably intelligent blue eyes, a cute button nose and tiny pink lips that still managed to illuminate her whole face when she smiled. In fact, her face sometimes got confused with Mandy's by some of her teachers, but a closer look revealed a much different physique than her younger friend, certainly more voluptuous, with very large breasts and shapely hips.

Actually, many guys *did* want to get closer to Danielle, immediately aroused when they'd watch her walk by their desks or skip across the parking lot at the end of the day. But Danielle was very smart -- she and Mandy were dubbed "The Bookworm Twins" -- and came across as condescending whenever she'd talk with people she wasn't particularly comfortable with, especially boys. She almost seemed to put extra effort into subtly repelling any guy who tried to chat her up. Danielle knew why. The poor schlubs whose hearts she broke couldn't have possibly known. Danielle looked like Mandy, studied like Mandy, and, though she sometimes tried to shake the feeling, craved pussy like Mandy. And now Mandy had satisfied her own craving, while Danielle was left alone in her search for Ms. Right. Those lips of hers didn't break into a smile nearly as much as they used to.

As Danielle was in mid-gulp, an audible gasp went up behind her. The noise was made in unison by about twenty schoolboys, the sound so unexpected that Danielle swallowed a few drops down the wrong pipe and wound up coughing as she turned to see what the fuss was about. Once she saw for herself, she went from fighting for breath to hopelessly breathless.

The fuss had a name, although not one person in the room could pronounce it correctly: Corn-uh-co-vah. Anna Kournikova. The leggy blonde sophomore entered the cafeteria with a brown bag lunch in one hand and some sort of paperwork in the other. She had just gotten through a meeting in the principal's office on this, her first day at St. Bernard's. She was a Russian exchange student, the students had been informed before she arrived, here in America to learn for two months while Judy Tomlinson went to study in Moscow. Nobody cared much for Judy Tomlinson anyway, so very few people noticed her departure a week earlier, but this....girl, this femme fatale in a schoolgirl's uniform, had every single cock in the room standing in salute to Mother Russia.

Five guys toward the front of the room nearly came to blows over which one would pull out a chair at their table to signal the sensational new girl over. Anna's sultry smile faded into an embarrassed blush over the display. Male buffoonery was an international language. Nevertheless, Anna nodded and walked toward's the boys' table, making their day, their year, the whole of their pathetic lives thus far. The new girl had a swishing golden ponytail, mysterious dark eyes that seemed to perpetually wonder "What are YOU looking at?", as if she didn't know, a flawless nose and mouth with the sculpted cheekbones of a supermodel, a growing bosom, and long, bare bronzed legs that flowed with feminine grace, yet possessed incredible athletic strength.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, all eyes on Anna. A whistle shot out from the other side of the room, jock central. The janitor dropped his broom. Britney quickly wondered if a sophomore, and an illegal alien at that, could somehow still be eligible for the title of prom queen. Danielle just sat quietly and admired the exotic new beauty in so many aspects, desperately hoping that those toned legs came from hard work in soccer. Danielle was co-captain of the school's squad. Did Russians even play soccer? Oh God, please let the answer be yes!

Eventually, Anna sat down and patiently introduced herself to her erect male lunchmates, who each shook her hand with a ridiculous wink and desperate caress. Anna could speak very little English thus far, but she could understand the basics and was eager to learn, even if it meant studying the linguistic fine points of a game of Testosterone One-upmanship.

Slowly but surely, the cafeteria returned to its normal level of bustle, everyone retreating to their own social situations with a mental reminder to casually track that Russian chick for the next few days.

Danielle, though, just couldn't stop staring Anna's way, even though that meant constantly turning in her chair, away from her two lovebird friends. On any other day, Lacey and Mandy probably would've caught on, but nothing could break them out of their reverie today, not even Anna. Danielle nibbled on an apple as she watched the blonde from afar. She found Anna's smile to be wonderfully complex. She could tell the girl's constant grins were to humor the boys around her, and that behind the happy mask, Anna was plotting her next move. Whether that move was to get one of the guys into her bed, or simply take another bite of her homemade pastrami sandwich, Danielle couldn't begin to know, but she knew that Anna had *something* in mind, that she was one step ahead while everyone else assumed the foreigner was one step behind. Danielle admired that trait. Hell, it certainly didn't hurt in turning her on to Anna's abundant womanly charms. Suddenly, though, Danielle let out a long, discontent sigh, beginning to resign herself to the notion of never getting anywhere meaningful with Anna Kournikova.

To compare herself to Anna, Danielle theorized, was like comparing apples and oranges, or in this case, apples and bananas, since Danielle was just about down to the core of her Granny Smith while Anna had just taken a Chiquita treat out of her brown bag. Man, Danielle thought, that girl can sure gulp down a sandwich!

"Earth to Miss Fishel," Mandy shouted. Danielle bolted back towards her two tablemates, smiled and nodded.

"Where have you been for the last, like, six minutes?" Lacey asked. "Mandy asked you five times if you have soccer practice today."

"Soccer?" It was now Danielle's turn to come back to her senses. She wanted to curse her friends for breaking her concentration on Anna. "Yeah. After school. I always have practice today. You know that." Danielle turned back around after rudely dismissing Mandy's question, but the two girls shrugged off her sudden mood swing and went back to losing themselves in each other.

Anna's soft giggle was loud enough for Danielle to hear now. It was so feminine, just like the rest of her. Danielle could listen to it all day. But why had it gotten louder? Danielle suspected Anna had finally grown impatient with the male gawkers surrounding her. The number had now increased from five to nine, as jocks on the prowl for a new girlfriend came over to show Anna things like "the scar from my motorcycle accident" (actually, a slip in the snow three years earlier), and "my good luck charm, made from real hamster fur" (that one was actually true -- Danielle never could understand why Roy thought it would be a babe magnet).

Anna kept laughing with each show-and-tell, louder and louder, twirling the unpeeled banana in her hand. She had absolutely no idea what these guys were telling her, and while she always liked being the center of attention, she needed some space. Slowly, she rose from her chair and put the banana in her brown bag with the discarded sandwich wrapper. Some of the guys seemed shocked by this movement, as if they'd never seen a girl get up before. They seemed ready to follow her.

"Bath-room, please," Anna said slowly with a chuckle and a smile. The boys laughed at themselves and pointed towards the hallway just outside the cafeteria, but Anna knew where she was going. Danielle noticed the girl roll her eyes the second her back was turned to the boys. She kept watching as Anna walked towards the hallway. The Russian's skirt had risen ever so slightly in the back, giving Danielle a swift glimpse of the red lace panties covering her backside before the hemmed plaid curtain trickled downwards again. Anna clip-clopped away in her black platform shoes, entered the hallway, and stopped at the trash can. Danielle saw the girl reach into the bag, throw out her sandwich wrapper, turn, and walk towards the girls' bathroom.......with the bag still in her hand. Danielle turned back around after the restroom door closed behind Anna, her head swimming.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered.

"Jesus Christ what?" Lacey asked. "What the hell is up with you, Danny?"

"Nothing," she replied, also in a muttering tone. "Nothing, Lace. Just thinking." Danielle did just that for two excruciatingly long minutes. She looked at her watch. There were precisely twelve minutes until the end of the lunch period. She had no idea why, but she felt helplessly compelled to take *some* kind of action.

"Make or break," she whispered aloud between heavy breaths. "I want it."

"Danielle?" Mandy asked, her voice full of concern. Danielle looked up. Mandy was holding Lacey's hand. The two of them stared at her quizzically. It was if they had gone from two caring lovers to two caring parents within minutes. Danielle wanted to feel that bond sometime in her life. Had the time come?

"Danielle, you OK, hon?"

"Picture perfect, Mandy," she suddenly replied, sitting upright and determined. Then, just as suddenly, Danielle went back to moping. "Oh, except for my stomach. A burger doesn't mix with an apple, I guess. I'll be right back....if I can make it back before the end of the period, OK, you two?"

Not another word was spoken. Danielle rose from the table, turned towards the hallway and sighed again, this time out of an intense level of nervous excitement. She would not let this chance go by. She was going to find out if apples and bananas mix.

The dozens of tables and hundreds of noisy kids to Danielle's left and right seemed to evaporate from her consciousness as she walked on. Her hands became clammy and her head seemed to involuntarily shake back and forth a few times, as if her infamously conservative judgment was trying to break free. Danielle would not let that happen. She WANTED Anna. She was GOING to have her.

Danielle took one last glance behind her when she reached the bathroom door. Nobody was coming in after her. She wasn't sure why she thought someone would, but no one was. Slowly, delicately, she opened the door without letting it creak, just far enough to slip inside and close it without too much cafeteria clamber seeping through. Danielle quieted her gasps for sane air and surveyed the small, pathetic excuse for a washroom, all the walls and stalls long ago painted a sickly pink. The sink was closest to the door. There were four stalls. Only one was occupied, the second from the end. Danielle held perfectly still next to the sink and slipped off her comfortable blue shoes with the noisy heels. As she reached down to remove them, she looked across and under the stall walls. She saw Anna was sitting down, her black platforms, frilly white ankle-high socks and honey brown legs splayed far out in front of her.

Just then, a low, deep moan escaped from the occupied stall, followed by another, then another. Danielle couldn't recall ever being this wet before. The thought of what was going on, what was going IN, inside that stall was driving her crazy with desire. She tip-toed over to the door again in her dampening blue pantyhose and, timing out the sounds of ecstasy, quickly turned the whispering door lock at the height of Anna's moan. The lock on the guy's bathroom had been removed long ago. Too many practical jokers locking other boys out, the principal concluded. Girls didn't do that. Danielle just did. All she could pray for now was a little luck.

The kitten on the prowl gently hit the cold tile floor on all fours. The moans got a little louder, a little more passionate. Anna couldn't help herself. They were like a hypnotizing melody to Danielle. She thought about how ridiculous she looked, her long hair falling in her face as she crawled towards the open door of the last stall, but the girl had a plan. If it went off without a hitch, they could take all the self-doubt in the world and cram it up her satisfied snatch.

She angled into the stall, trying not to get too close to the toilet. Anna's right leg was veering over, almost to the point of coming under the divider and kicking Danielle's arm. Danielle could see the thrusting shadows of Anna's arms silhouetted against the Russian's discarded plaid skirt and moist white panties on the floor between her legs. Danielle licked her lips. No time like the present.

"Anna?"

Anna froze and gasped, her eyes agape at the pretty female face that had just popped up from underneath the stall wall. Danielle was stunned at first, too, especially when she saw how wet the banana peel was, and how the half that was still lodged in the girl's tight pussy didn't clash with her neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. Yes, it definitely looked at home. Anna's black sweater with the St. Bernard's emblem still covered her breasts, but her sleeves were rolled up to handle the sloppy work. Danielle pulled her thoughts together, looked up into Anna's confused eyes again and smiled. Her hair was brushing against Anna's slightly quivering leg. It felt so warm, so feminine.

"God, you're beautiful." Danielle really couldn't contain that thought any longer. It was one of those lucky breaks she needed, since Anna was very familiar with the word, really found it irresistible.

"Thank you," Anna whispered in her rich accent. She looked down towards the floor and blushed a deep red, the first time she seemed to feel shameful about what she was doing. She loosened her hands from the banana, but didn't take it out of her slick pussy.

"You're welcome." Danielle took a dry gulp. This was INSANE. But she was so horny, and Anna was obviously in a similar mood. Sometimes, you need to embrace the wacky side of things. "You look like you could use some help," she said, lightly tugging up on Anna's leg. Anna got the message and lifted high enough for Danielle to scoot all the way inside the stall. Anna got an eyeful of Danielle's bountiful cleavage dangling underneath the open top button of her blouse. Danielle saw the forbidden pink paradise that many comrades would probably fight and die over. It was quite an exciting trade between countries.

"Help?" Anna asked. She really didn't seem to know what that meant, but she was smiling quite wickedly. Danielle kneeled upright and placed her hand next to Anna's on the sticky banana.

"Yea," she nodded, using her other hand to lovingly caress Anna's cheek. "Help." Danielle smiled again. Christ, her skin felt so soft.

"But...." Anna stammered through a an accepting giggle, "you are....woman."

"Ummm hmmmm," Danielle whispered, leaning in to ever-so-tentatively press her pink lips against Anna's fuller, softer, redder set. She pressed forward with the banana as she kissed, and Anna surrendered, offering her needy pussy and the affection of her expert lips to Danielle. She had kissed many boys in Russia and expected to do the same here, but this, deep down inside was what she always wanted. She removed her own hand from the banana and fondled Danielle's tits through the blouse. They were so firm and perky, and even bigger than her own. She opened her lips to receive Danielle's probing tongue, feeling her nose against Danielle's, her chin against Danielle's, her pussy in Danielle's hands. Danielle was on cloud nine when she felt her tongue press against Anna's, but she wanted to make sure everything was OK. She broke the kiss and stared right into Anna's eyes from five inches away. Both of them were grinning.

"Help," Danielle repeated. "OK?"

Anna nodded vigorously before moving in on her own to resume the beautiful kiss. She held Danielle's face close and stuck her tongue as far as she could down the girl's throat. Danielle felt like the life was being sucked out of her, but if so, she was on her way to heaven. It didn't take long to see that Anna was quite an aggressive sexual animal. She reached down to part Anna's small labia lips with one hand and thrust the wet fruit dildo into Anna's cunt with the other, fast and hard. Anna groaned and devoured Danielle's mouth even more excitedly, her voice rocking against Danielle's teeth.

Danielle felt a bead of sweat fall from her brow, down her nose and between the girls' locking lips. She took her free hand from her casual massaging of Anna's pulsating clitty and shoved it up underneath the girl's sweater. Christ! She wasn't wearing a bra! Danielle had thought those tits had an amazing bounce to them earlier. She felt up the hot fleshy rack, jiggling each teat in her hand and running the tips of her fingers over Anna's very happy nipples.

Anna broke the kiss to swiftly shuck her pesky sweater to the floor. Danielle ogled the perfectly round, golden hooters, each with a very suckable thimble-sized dark brown nip. Danielle laughed like she had just found an oasis in an endless desert. She took care of her thirst immediately, diving in to sloppily suck and nibble on each nipple. Anna smiled as she watched her new lover go to work on her cherished chest. Danielle knew that it was probably all in her mind, but she swore the girls' breasts tasted like Russian dressing. She would become a vegetarian if she could have this salad for lunch every day. Her baby blues looked up at Anna's thrilled expression. She took long teasing licks on those tits and pressed forward as hard as she could with the banana, pulling back right before she thought it would squish in her hand.

Anna's shaking hands tugged at Danielle's blouse, and the girl threw her hands up to allow Anna to remove it. Her knockers were practically overflowing from their brassiere cage, but they weren't quite out. Danielle took care of that quickly, reaching back to undo the strap and toss the massive cotton cups on top of Anna's forgotten panties. Danielle really didn't want to stop her worship of the nude teen goddess, but Anna obviously wanted to do some tasting of her own. The brown-haired lass took the banana out of Anna's pussy and stood up, leaning down ever so slightly to put her beautiful breasts with the big pink areolas in the foreign babe's face. She licked on the banana as Anna tongued her titties, each girl getting a taste of the other.

Anna sucked voraciously on Danielle's thick nips, pulling them out an inch or two with her lips before letting them snap back, more irritated than ever. Danielle moaned as she sucked on the peel, greedily lapping up all of Anna's sugary sweet juices. She put her hands on Anna's head, stroking the long blonde braids as the girl bobbed up and down on her tits. She wanted so badly to feel a finger on her own clit. Anna apparently read her mind. The young vixen wrapped her hands around Danielle's hips and slowly pried at the girl's skirt until it fell like a feather to the clothing-covered tile. She was sort of embarrassed that she was wearing boxers, not panties, but they made her feel more comfortable in the afternoon when she put on her tight soccer uniform. Anna didn't seem to mind, or even notice. She just pulled at them with pussy-hungry desperation.

Anna pawed at Danielle's bare beaver as soon as it appeared, expertly running her fingers across the dark, slick labes and finding the throbbing tan clit in an instant. She rubbed and tugged at it mercilessly, Danielle quivering and trying to maintain her balance. Anna ran her other hand around to Danielle's shapely rear, caressing the moist cheeks with the exact opposite of the energy she was putting into feeling up the girl's puss. Anna slid two fingers into the dripping passage, pushing up in a blur and sending Danielle to the stars.

"Ahhhhhh, wait wait wait," Danielle blurted. She had another idea, but she wasn't sure Anna knew to stop. Danielle really wouldn't have minded if she didn't. But she did, and Danielle leaned down to steal another fast open-mouthed kiss before throwing the banana to the floor and turning around so her ass was facing Anna. She stepped back, crowding Anna, the small of her back pressing against her ruby red lips. Anna understood. She slid further down on the toilet seat so the edge of her ass was barely hanging on, and her own pussy was splayed out in front of Danielle. Her face was now directly under Danielle's slit. They were all ready for a sapphic sixty-nine session.

Danielle waited to feel Anna's mouth press against her poon before making her own move. Anna's lips felt so much softer and ticklish against her clit than her strong, blunt fingers had. Each, of course, had their own benefits, but Danielle was sure Anna's tongue could work some muff-munching magic of its own. Anna grabbed onto the junior's inner asscheeks and pried the pie open with her thumbs before jabbing her tongue into the virginal pink passage.

Danielle's knees actually did buckle this time. Her soft ass came crashing down onto Anna's knees. The Russian laughed heartily. She knew her physical talents were universally awe-inspiring. Danielle's face flushed with embarrassment, but she was back on her feet in no time, wagging her snatch in front of Anna even more eagerly. Anna worked her tongue back inside, and Danielle hissed as the pleasure shot through her once again. She leaned over further to get at Anna's lonely pussy. She pulled the pink labes apart and stuck a teasing half-finger inside Anna before moving in with her mouth. She enjoyed tackling the tasty tart from an upside-down position, licking from clit to slit. Anna's shriek when Danielle's tongue first wrapped around her hot button was muffled by Danielle's own clit.

The two gorgeous schoolgirls ate each other out as if they were each trying to excise some horny demons that had long gone unsatisfied. Danielle was very active with her hands, pulling at Anna's clit when her mouth was inside her snatch, fingering her snatch when the tongue was busy licking the pleasure nub. She could only smile to herself when she realized her plan had worked. She was enjoying the sweet sugar walls that those guys outside were only starting to think about conquering.

Anna clasped her lips around Danielle's labes and wiggled her tongue inside the burning hot box for all it was worth. She was overcome with the yummy taste and smell of Danielle's feminine fragrance. Her nose nuzzled tightly against the girl's angry clitty.

Danielle was close to the edge. She ground her mound violently against Anna's vice-like mouth and cried out in ecstasy. She was loud. Real loud. The entire cafeteria could come running and she wouldn't have given a fuck. She had found the fun in breaking the rules. She felt herself boil over and put her lips back on Anna's sweet cooch. Anna rocked back and forth against her face. She was getting closer, too, but she would outlast Danielle. With one final cry, the All-American girl came like an earthquake and a volcano all wrapped in to one. She was sure erupting on Anna's face, her tangy molten juice spilling into the Russian fuck doll's mouth and out onto her chin.

Anna gulped it down while giving in to her own thundering climax. She didn't squirt nearly as much as Danielle. The junior saw this quickly and sucked on the beauty's clit instead, leaving three fingers inside her fiery cunt. Anna screamed out and spanked Danielle's behind again and again, as if the pleasure was unbearable. Danielle wouldn't let up. She rolled her tongue back and forth across the cream-covered crotch, eating the special slut sauce all up and making Anna shake and shiver all over again.

Just then, there was a faint ringing from beyond the locked door.

"Oh, shit," Danielle said lazily. "We'll be late for class, Anna." She slowly pulled her sweaty body away from her lover and looked around the stall. What a mess. What a GLORIOUS mess. They'd be VERY late, and it was wonderful. She looked down at Anna, who was still smiling. Her eyes gleamed with that intelligence again. It almost made Danielle think this whole thing was somehow HER plan, and not her own. She laughed and knelt down to kiss the perfect new arrival in her life one last time. For the moment.

"Help again tomorrow, OK?" she said with a wink. Anna nodded and winked back.

"Your...name?" the foreigner asked suddenly as Danielle moved to figure out whose clothes were whose. She was taken aback by realizing she never introduced herself. The whole time, this girl was blowing a stranger's mind. How cool was that?

"Danielle."

"Danielle?" Anna cocked her head, looking at her partner's pretty blue eyes again before smiling. "I love you."

"I love YOU," Danielle insisted. It was so crazy, yet so obviously right. She looked down at the girl's long, strong legs and remembered a crucial question. "You play soccer?"

"Tennis."

"Oh!........So do I!"