True Brit
Copyright© 2023 by SZENSEI
Episode 17: TASTE BUDS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 17: TASTE BUDS - 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
Third period freedom, as the school referred to Study Hall, basically a chance to relax. Some merely snuck off to the gym to watch the cheerleaders who all congregated there, either participating in sports or practicing routines. The coaches were often uncaring. Today, the squad was quietly kicking back and talking.
“You should have been there, Tara. Oh, my God. So, much fun.” Cheerleader Dawn Lawrence sat next to her fellow pom queen nursing her sprained ankle.
“I heard! Cryssa was texting with me all night long. I can’t believe you guys went that far. Teasing is one thing. Sex in public is another. Not to mention they were old.” The toned athlete who not only was a cheerleader but on the track team. A sport she would need to forsake for a good long while now that her ankle was toast.
“I didn’t expect that to happen. Once it started I couldn’t stop. It was awesome. I love, Brit.”
The curly blond merely looked at her friend’s excitement. “I can see that. I’m not sure I could have gone that far. A flash maybe.”
“Ohh, no.” A voice drew her attention behind her. “You would have joined right in. There’s a new team in town, Blondie.” Britney Foxx had crept up behind them on the bleachers.
“Hi.” Tara smiled! “Maybe! I guess I just needed to be there. I sprained my ankle, it’s too hard to stand long.”
“That’s why you lie down.” Brit giggled while stretching out on the wood bleacher plank to sprawl back. In the process her black mini skirt fanned wide to expose her darling pussy in all of its succulent glory. Tara could easily see it.
“You’re so bold. I love that. Give me time.”
“No better time than now.” Brit sat up noticing Corey from the locker room showers watching her. He had been shooting hoops with a fellow teammate.
Tara fluttered her eyelashes as she spotted Corey leering at them. “Is Corey Booker watching you or me? He’s so hot.”
“All of us silly.” Brit sighed! “Considering my hoohaw was smiling right at him I would say me, more though. Let’s change that.”
Tara turned pale, uncertain what Britney meant. She had a suspicion! “Now? What?”
Brit waved Corey over to them. Dribbling his ball he purposely walked with swagger their way.
“Hey, Shower Caddy! You know Tara here, right?”
“Of course I know, Tara.” He smirked! “Cheerleader for me on the court. I cheer for her on the track.”
“Really? You watch me run?”
“Every wiggle you make.”
“I might not need to play matchmaker after all.” Brit thought! “Hit it, Corey.”
He blushed with a nudge of his toe on the court. “I heard you have a limp now.”
“Yeah!” Tara pouted! “Hurts to walk. I ice it a lot.”
“If you need a crutch, just yell. I’ll come running.”
“CRUTCH!” She blurted laughing, then turned red for being so blunt. Standing up Brit stepped down from the bleachers and hopped in step, Corey admiring her breasts dancing about. She then knelt down in front of Tara and Dawn.
“He can help you stretch. I’m sure your ankle could use the tension relief.”
“Yeah, bitch!” Dawn offered her own round of giggles. “You said you could put your legs behind your head.”
“And take a drink.” Brit added trying to cheer Tara Z up.
“When I’m in shape. I don’t think that’s smart with my ankle like it is. It’s swollen.”
“As swollen as Corey’s dick right now thinking of your legs behind your head?” Brit hissed playfully. “See for yourself!”
Before Tara could glance at his gym shorts Corey turned his back, holding the ball as well as his laughter. He wanted to play charming.
“I can try one leg.” Tara groaned exhaling through clenched teeth. “My good leg that is.”
In response Corey bulged his eyes as he turned back to face them. He had to see this. Now Tara saw his tented inseam. Eyes sparkling she felt energized now that he seemed interested in her.
Moving aside Brit and Dawn both gave her space. Tara struggled slightly as her good leg was guided up and around her neck. In doing so her skirt hiked up to reveal her white panties. She blushed heavily but maintained her pose. Those undies were sheer lace outside of cotton cloth directly hiding her snatch. However, said patch was pulled tightly up into her labia for a nice pucker.
Brit jumped in swiftly and held her firm while using her remaining hand to reach under her skirt and pry the panties over to reveal her silky smooth pussy. In her propped stance her hole was gaping wide and inviting.
“Heyyyyy!” Tara shrieked at Brit’s intrusion. “No fair! Taking advantage of a cripple.”
“Damn that’s beautiful.” Corey silently whistled after his vocal praise. Tara wanted to die then and there, but she also felt ecstatic to know that Corey Booker found such obvious interest in her.
“Have a lick. Nobody’s looking right now.” Dawn urged Corey. “Here! I’ll warm it up for you.” Before Tara could react to her Brit lowered in and licked her labia up to her clit then jumped back laughing. “She tastes like a chicken.”
“I am NOT! Now I hate you!”
Corey didn’t even ponder it a second longer. He dropped to his knees in front of Tara and leaned in closer to roll his own tongue along her labia and flicking his wet whistler over her clitoris like a lizard. Young Miss Zellers whimpered trying not to cry out. The experience made her nearly shed a tear. Not from fear. Nor from against her will. She wanted more.
“I could eat that all day.” Corey kissed her clit then stood up to look down at her.
She in turn glared up at him trembling with doe-like eyes. “Okay. You can if you want.”
He chuckled then dribbled the ball between both hands like a bad ass, darting back to again shoot hoops. He left her begging for more like a true jock. Ass with class!
“See? Was that so hard?” Brit reached her palm in and slapped her clit, making Tara wheeze then cringe. It was her way of bringing the blond back to reality.
“Yes, it was hard. His dick, I mean. Why did you do that?” Tara lowered her leg and awkwardly straightened her underwear out.
“Corey? Or my Stank Spank?” Britney winked! “You needed to see what you do to guys. You may be athletic but you have curves. You know guys look at you all the time. That curly ass ponytail needs to be pulled. No, yanked!” Dawn instinctively yanked her friends tail giggling.
“Okay! Okay! Quit tugging, Wench!” She swatted at Dawn. “That was fun. Insane, but fun! He can eat me forever. I’ll let him.”
“Ah, but will you let others?” Britney posed an index finger in the air. In turn Tara offered a terrified expression.
“Others?”
“I dare you to let two other guys lick that sexy snatch before schools out.” Brit stared at her for commitment.
“Like who?”
“I’ll choose one guy. Dawn can pick the other. You just do it.”
Goosebumps rushed over the blond one on top of the other. The thoughts made her squishy yet terrified of getting into trouble. After a moment to think she aimed for bravado to prove herself worthy.
“I get to pick a third.”
“That’s the school spirit.” Brit stood up while slapping the girls bare leg. The good one just in case.
Without further ado Brit reached under Tara’s skirt and tugged her white panties down over her thighs, calves and shoes until off. There was a faint resistance but Brit with Dawn’s assist won out.
“I hate you guys.” She turned red laughing! “I’m defenseless.”
“I’ll just give these to Corey for safe keeping.” Brit stuck her tongue out at the cheerleader. Tara and Dawn watched Brit plant them up to his nose first to remind him of her scent, then tugged the elastic band of his trunks out in front then stashed her undies over his erection. No jock strap he was hung and proud. After a three minute jaunt over to Corey, Brit returned with a smug expression.
“I told him to auction them off in the locker room then buy you lunch later.” Tara merely hid her eyes. Dawn sat speechless knowing that Britney was a force of nature. It was all giggles as the boys coach Oslo Dawson used his whistle to send his class to the showers. Ten minute warning!
After that ten minute hiatus the free period bell rang forcing the students to groan at having to return to class. Tara Zellers using one crutch hobbled along with Dawn and Brit at her side. Stepping down the hall headed toward Tara’s art class the three separated. She was on her own.
After parting with such sweet sorrow, Britney spotted her friend Grace heading to the same class. She stopped her by yanking the Mennonite girls ass length hair. Caught off guard Emily Grace Ruuthouse let out a deafening cry.
“Calm down! It’s just your Tutor.” Brit creased a brow! “Banshee!”
“Sorry! You scared me.”
“I have a favor. You share Tara Zellers art class. I dared her to let two other guys lick her pussy. Let me know if you see her do it.”
“Dare me! Dare me!” Grace giggled! “You know I will.”
“All in good time.” She held her palms up as if taming the virgin’s spirit.
“I’ll report in later. I have to go.” Grace pointed to class. “Bye, Bestie!”
“Ditto. See ya!”
As class began Grace chose to sit beside Tara. They didn’t know each other at all. At certain points Tara had even ridiculed the Mennonite beauty. That would change.
“Hi. I’m Grace! Britney asked me to help you in any way I could.”
Tara raises a brow out of surprise. “You know, Brit?”
“Very well.” She winked at the cheerleader. “Just ask her.”
“Wow! I never would have guessed. The dare, I presume?”
“Yes.” Grace teased her with a tongue lash then covered her mouth trying not to laugh. “Sorry, I’m giddy for you.”
Tara couldn’t help but smile and whisper her thoughts aloud. “Not much to pick from in here. Besides, she and Dawn need to choose for me. Well, I guess I choose one myself. But nobody in here excites me.” Looking around the room she frowned at every single boy there.
“Does it have to be a boy?” Grace posed the question of bisexuality without calling it out by term.
“Umm! I’ve never you know ... been with a girl.” She cautiously murmured!
“Neither have I.”
“You’ve had sex before?” Tara narrowed her eyes. “Again, I never would have guessed that.” Warmly smiling Grace used her hand to act as if giving head, her tongue pushing her cheek out as if a mouth full.
“Oh, I’m still a virgin. But I’m getting there.”
Tara couldn’t help but smile, before a lengthy sigh of doubt in her surroundings. “I don’t think I want anybody from this class.”
“Whatever you decide. I’m certain you will fulfill your quest.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Grace. Wait, I thought your name was Emily.”
“It is. My birth name is Emily Grace. I prefer Grace. My family calls me Grace too. Any time you need a friend let me know.”
As class came to order they were instructed to draw with charcoal. The teacher Ruby Marie Fetch, affectionately called Fetch-A- Sketch by her classes assigned the students to choose someone else in the class to draw. Ruby was a 27 year-old ginger who wore glasses yet was hardly classified as nerdy. She was certainly appealing to the eyes of many a young man. Short skirts were always in her favor to show off her long legs. While not heavy in the chest, she still had a nice 36C going on. Button-down blouses were often abused but not to the point of concern. Still, it was almost a certain she wore bras with no cup just underside support. Nipples were quite active throughout the day.
As each of the students prepared their paper Grace silently tapped Tara on the shoulder to get her attention before pointing out her reason. “That boy is watching you.”
Tara glanced along the path of Grace’s finger to spot a gently buff boy with short brown hair. The boy nodded at her in return. He then repositioned his desk and paper to face Tara.
Tara blushed as he began drawing her. His bobbing attentiveness to detail kept her from her own assignment.
“I don’t even know him.” Tara whispered to Grace.
“I believe his name is Trent. You should pose for him.”
Tara fidgeted deciding to draw Trent himself out of retaliation. She in turn scooted her seat to face him. In the process she felt daring and gently slid her skirt high. He could see her bare pussy in the shadows.
Stopping his sketch to take in her boldness, she winked at him and tugged her skirt up even more. She then mouthed the words, “Draw me.” Like a fly, Baby! Like a fly!
He smirked at her and continued on his mission. Tara had also began drawing Trent. She originally giggled to herself after drawing Trent with a massive erection under his jeans. She slyly showed him her mischief which made him turn beet red.
Trent Howzer now vengeful, drew her pussy with a huge gaping hole. Before showing her, he placed his finger on the hole. Her eyes bulged and she grew instantly wet. The buff boy toyed with her by using his finger to jab the drawn hole multiple times.
Squinting at him playfully she returned to her own drawing and improved on it before releasing it to his attention. She pinched toward the sketched erection then used her fingers as if stroking him.
Trent almost burst, feeling his dick rise at their playful nature. He silently laughed and for a moment hid his eyes with his hand. This made Tara look around at her teacher Ms. Fetch and her fellow artists. Each were distracted by their own works of art. Many of them were drawing Ruby Fetch as she sat on her desk facing them. Thing is, on the sly a number of boys designed her naked, nipples large and suckable to their slobbering fantasies. Hair down, glasses off she was dynamite. Too bad it was only charcoal.
Ruby as well drew, holding a pad of paper over her chest, using her abdomen as support. As you can imagine boys were doing their darndest to look up her skirt. She knew! Even Ruby had impure thoughts now and again. Panties? What panties?
Feeling secure Tara touched her clitoris for Trent to see. She then licked her lips. His reaction was priceless. At first awe and curiosity, then temptation. He wagged his tongue at her which she merely paused with an affirmative nod.
His face turned white this time. He wanted to abuse that clit. Shaken by desire he dropped his charcoal and pad to the floor. The soft impact was still enough to gather witnesses. Ruby Fetch herself looked up to see him straining to escape his seat in order to retrieve the charcoal. The mischievous ginger used Trent as a distraction and parted her legs, exposing her own vagina while none of the class was looking. Her mistake, three boys saw that fiery snatch and grinned her way. Oops! A playful shoulder blush she waved them back into drawing. She had their full attention now.
When Ms. Fetch was doing her own thing Tara swiftly lowered her skirt and broke the connection with Trent, other than their artwork. She did notice Trent bending over and puckered at his chiseled backside. “Not bad! How did I overlook him?”