True Brit
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Episode 16: CONFINED sPACES
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 16: CONFINED sPACES - Britney Foxx loved the Art of the Bet. More often than not those bets were lost, and she paid for it with dares that almost always ended up in her being naked and sexually challenged. One day a bet went too far, and she was locked into a long-term predicament. Sure, she could renege but where was the fun in that? Losing always turned her on. BET ON THAT! ANTE UP YOU FUCKS!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Chilling for most of the day after her chat with Principal Harding, Britney Foxx kept things reasonable. A quick chat with her brother Lance to make certain he had his story straight should their parents question her absence after school; she beat him to the punch about pushing her limits. What limits idiot?
Brit was obsessed with getting away with so much while seeking out the lust of both students and her teachers. Idol worship from the cheerleaders helped boost her ego as well. The fact that they wanted to be like her felt amazing. Each of them were gorgeous and all were included on everyone’s wish list for date night. Today she simply encouraged them. Peppy talk! Slow starts for most of the girls. They would get bolder over time.
Not to say Brit remained an angel throughout the day, far from it, but she did quarantine her actions out of range of cameras. Namely the bathrooms or outside over lunch. Brit allowed certain boys from her locker room foray to run their hands up her skirt to rub her bare ass. A few allowed to grope her bare breasts was simple enough to keep them from thinking she was slowing her momentum.
On one instance her new friend Emily Grace Ruuthouse observed Britney offer a gift to Corey from the locker room incident, along with his friend Chris. She offered them a snack of sucking on her nipples right outside the lunchroom. Many boys witnessed this in envy, yet most were still too shy to risk embarrassing themselves. Virgins especially! Brit would have to correct that error of their infancy. As Dalton Wabash said on the bus in quoting the Three Musketeers, “All for one, one for all.” Britney was wanted by all and willing to give it her all.
Baby steps!
Toward mid-day Brit ran into said prodigy Emily Grace Ruuthouse and pulled aside in the hallway. Right in front of everyone she unbuttoned the girl’s dress and ran her own hand within the Mennonite Beauty’s dress to squeeze her breast. Blushing heavily, Grace loved it. Shockingly, so did the other students. The encouragement of the boys around them made her extremely wet. Before bell ended her playtime Britney simply told Grace the best advice ever. “Confidence!” A kiss on the cheek by Grace she tried her best. Off to class they went! Grace would not be made fun of, merely garnering smiles.
Sufficient, for now!
The time was nigh!
Reaching classroom 102, Britney took a deep breath and entered the gloomy room. Blinds were closed to obstruct the harsh afternoon sun from blinding them. That and to prevent prying eyes. Within the room sat the four other faculty members that Principal Harding had invited to form his mini-committee, their chairs arranged in a tightly formed circle.
“I’m here!”
The brunette eased her book bag off of her left shoulder, the one holding up her pale lavender blouse. Her opposite shoulder was sharing gently tanned flesh in its uncovered state. Upon removing her bookbag she intentionally swept her shirt from that shoulder and let the material land over her bicep. Bending to rest the bag on the floor she made certain she faced the gentlemen so that they could witness her hefty breasts swaying, the blouse revealing a clean shot downward. They all saw nipples until she stood back up. Of course, Little Miss Foxxy took her time and ignored their perspective. She knew they would look without confirming it with her eyes. Finally, she stood up straight and greeted them with a vivid smile and a cheesy wave.
“Hey Support group, support me. Let me get away with anything I want to do.” She hinted sheepishly, her blouse drifting down to be held up only by her postured swell. “I know I have a few votes of confidence in this room.” As ordered by Seymour Harding, the other four men stared at her with a defiant gaze. No trembles of fear, Brit simply poked back with her nipples. She called it a drive by shooting!
“Stand in the middle of our seating arrangement, Miss Foxx.” Principal Harding sighed heavily and waved her in. “Let us begin.” Hopping in step as if to make them think she was spooked, her breasts bounced about and her blouse slipped slightly lower to border her areolas. No new escape as of yet she shuffled toward them.
“I might have to crawl over someone.” They were seated almost hip to hip in the confined space. With an awkward climb around she moved between the hulking Shane Marko and Coach Oslo Dawson. Dawson patted her ass as she stepped through.
“If that was supposed to be a spank, it was pathetic. If you expect to discipline me you need to be more aggressive than that Oslo.”
Harding raised his palms to halt Oslo from going any further. “In the center. Calm yourself! Why don’t you begin by telling us why you feel the need to act up as you do.”
“Always a nympho but I guess I attribute this newest version of me, Brit 2.0, to losing a bet with my brother and his friends. Once I started fulfilling that bet, something inside of me, and I love things inside of me.” She snickered! “I changed. Now there’s no going back to the old Britney.”
“I see.” Noted Harding!
“What did this bet consist of?” Asked, Mr. Marko!
“Video games. My brother and his friends. I ended up totally naked in my living room in front of them. It got worse. They fingered me. It was so awesome. It’s more fun when I don’t have to do it myself.”
“Your brother fingered you?” Frowned Roger Garrick, a lesser sized man with a bushy moustache.
“Oh no! He just watched and let them.” True, even if he got his chance later that night, also a very nice hand job that attracted her tongue. “He laughed at me. I’m okay with his watching.”
“That was it?” Dawson growled!
“No. The bet also consisted of my serving them as a slave for 48 hours each. So far, that’s only been like 5 hours total. School and all.”
“I bet there was more.” Dawson chuckled!
“If I said no then you would win. So, yes, that was all.” She giggled and crushed her tits together with her arms as she held her wrist at her waist. Now her areolas were cresting on the horizon. The men shared a short chuckle as well until Seymour Harding cleared his throat. The men instantly became grim.
Finally, Harding felt prompted to point out something. “Earlier you defied my conditions. Yes, I know you still let boys feel you up. As well as your touching Miss Ruuthouse. Let us hope that does not get back to her parents. Why do you feel the urgency to show off so much.”
“Guys love it. I love it. Grace loved it. Don’t worry about Miss Pigtails, she’s evolving fast.” A glance at Mr. Beatty he smirked. He too knew that about the adorable Mennonite. “It’s fun to see how brave they get.” Beatty could not disagree with that.
“I’m certain there are plenty of students who object to your performances. Those are the ones that tend to be vocal.”
“I have yet to hear even one objection. Looks maybe! Ninety percent want more of what I do.”
Marko mumbled, “I know I do.”
She released her wrist and pointed at him with a playful wink. In turn Seymour Harding glared over at Marko, “Composure, Shane. Composure!”
“CUMposure!” Dawson coughed! “I heard she walked into the school this morning wearing cum on her face.”
“Is this true, Miss Foxx?” Harding had not heard that part, only of her bus activity which likely led up to the stunt.
“That was fun. It was mostly dried by the time I strutted my stuff. I was hoping it might be more noticeable.” This brightened up the entire five men. Seeing their expressions go from grim to curious she added, “I could always leave school today wearing cum on my face.” That led to goading the faculty members by sticking her tongue out at them.
Of the five, Harding tried not to laugh, looking as professional as possible. “While that sounds creative, I think we should remain focused.”
“Focused? On what?” In a bold move she lifted her shirt up over her head and off, letting it dangle to her side. “My tits? These titties?” As they sat speechless she dropped the shirt and reached behind her to unzip her skirt. A moment later she shook her hips and let the skirt fall to her feet. Stepping out of it she kicked both articles of clothing out of the circle of trust. A second later her tennis shoes joined the material. Naked in front of all five men she twisted about in a circle as she glanced behind her. “Or my ass?”
Standing there expressionless before them she puckered awaiting their words. “Socks only! They can go too, if you ask me nicely.”
Marko decided to stand up and move in closer to face her. “Allow me!” In such a small area to work in Shane knelt down, literally inhaling her body as he lowered to his knees. She stepped back into Garrick’s space and he held her by her hips to prevent her collapsing back into his lap. Marko claimed one foot then the other and peeled those white socks from her feet. Tossing them out of the arena he lifted her right foot to his mouth and sucked her toes. That had Britney whimpering. Ticklish she resisted complaint.
“Tootsies taste sweet.” He chuckled! Lowering her foot back to the floor Britney refused to let him rise. Instead she moved between his knees and pressed her vagina toward his face. Now inhaling her intimate parts she palmed the back of his head and nudged his face into her snatch. Nose tickling in her thin pubic strip he exhaled vividly. The warmth made of his fiery exhaust encouraged Brit to flare her eyes.
Shane Marko lifted his hands up to clutch her hips, joining Garrick in holding her aloft. He was a giant; his hands nearly triple the size of hers. Roger Garrick moved his mitts higher to her waist. Short lived! With an effortless lift, Marko hoisted her 120-pound body up over his scalp. He then stood tall taking her to the ceiling above. Guiding her over his head he then lowered her trickling pussy atop of his lips and wagging tongue. Num! Num! Num! EEK, was an understatement!
“HOLY SHIT!”
She rolled her eyes white and literally palmed the ceiling tiles above her. His tongue was deeply invested and she felt like a puppet in his grasp. “Deeper! Go deeper! Dig for China, Mister Marko.” Tempting laughter it failed to arrive. Instead, his appetite was heard as if he were a Grizzly awaking from hibernation. Goldilocks was better than porridge any day. She drowned his whiskers in juices.
Below them the four remaining men merely watched Shane’s overpowering, uncaring approach and shook their heads. Marko had his tongue buried in her weeping vulva and was fucking her with it by rising and lowering her gently. Pretty Miss Foxx was moaning up a storm, squealing the more his nose teased at her perfect clitoris. Marko himself growled at his enjoyment, overlooking her torrential drizzle drowning his cheeks and chin. After five divine minutes Britney cried out as she climaxed in his face. The second she did he savagely thrashed his mouth all over her sloppiness sending juices flying down at the other men.
“That will be quite enough, Shane.” Harding spoke up. “Bring her down to Earth.”
Arms straining anyway, Marko eased her to a more manageable angle before cradling her in his arms and carefully letting her body slip down across his own. He kissed her from belly button to throat before staring her in the eye as she trembled erratically.
“Tastes like chicken.”
“So, not a chicken.” She mumbled!
She did notice Oslo Dawson get up and head for the door. He opened it carefully and took a look out. Down the hall he did spot Home Economics teacher Evelyn Pruitt leaving her classroom for the day. Puckering, Oslo admired her booty, he himself didn’t mind a little extra in the junk drawer. Not wanting her to see him he gently shut and locked the door. Why they hadn’t before now was their stupidity. At least nobody had heard or witnessed Marko’s dinner plans.
With a moment to absorb what they had planned Oslo watched Marko carry Britney to the big oak teachers’ desk and sit her down on it. As he brutishly palmed her face he shoved her back. Willingly she collapsed to lie on the cool surface awaiting her fate. A moment later she noted that all five men had surrounded the desk.
“At least I know who the SUPPORT really is in this group.” She giggled, teasing Marko with her toes along his hips. Principal Harding chose to stand beside Marko in facing her. “Would you like to make a bet with us, Miss Foxx?”
“Only if it’s juicy wager and I lose bigtime.” She mused!
“Care to hear my wager?”
“Yes.” She brightened up!
“I will let you get away with absolutely anything in school as long as none of us lose our jobs over it.”
“Here come those conditions.” She chuckled, reaching behind her to clutch Roger Garrick’s shirt. He felt her nails digging for his abdomen.
“No conditions. You appear honorable to past bets. I would only expect that same honor toward us should you lose.”
“I’ll lose on purpose. Just tell me what you want.”
“We each would like private moments with you. When the time is right. Without the risk of trouble. You are eighteen and obviously consenting.”
“Sure! As long as I can get free. Lots of commitments these days. Like what?”
“In my case, arm candy out of town. Escort me! Away from all of those who know me.”