True Brit
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Episode 21: LAST CALL
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 21: LAST CALL - 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
Welcome to the bar known as Misery’s. Where everyone forgets your name. Alcohol tends to do that to its patrons!
The owner Milton Bradley, yes, that was his name, bought the bar a few years back after a nasty divorce. In his mind renaming the rundown club after his bout with depression kept him from literally losing it all. A message that even his therapist Fiona found profound. Since that revelation his therapist frequented this bar out of respect. Tonight, local Keith Foxx and his buddy Ellis Dupree were going to get drunk and decide how best to cope with their own bouts of depression.
“So what’s the deal with you and Rita?” Ellis tilted an elbow on the bar to face Keith.
“She has her life, I have mine.” Keith Foxx shrugged! “No divorce looming. We have a love for each other still. Just not in love like a married couple should experience. The move back from Vermont took a turn for the better. Selling the vineyard was the best thing for both of us. I just hope my parents understood after leaving it to me. God rest their soul. Rita was never happy stomping grapes.” A chuckle later he added, “Purple toenail polish did her no favors.”
“Ha! I can see her lifting her skirt high to keep it from getting stained.” Ellis shook his head with a grimace. “Damn shame! You have a beautiful ole’ lady and she’s never home. I gotta give you credit, Buddy boy. You raise your kids well. Basically, single parent and all. Me? I can’t even get a date. Never had kids. I got respect for you.” With a smirk Keith raised his beer mug toward Ellis.
“Try not to look so obvious when checking out my daughter’s chest next time then.”
Gritting his teeth Ellis hid his eyes, “Noticed that, did you?”
“Yup. She doesn’t help matters though. It’s not totally your fault. She’s growing up way too fast.”
“Sorry, Keith. I’m old and weak.” Ellis swigs his beer. “Heck, I scope out the local cheerleaders during the football games. I go to support us, but the sport does nothing for me. Unlike those short skirt twinkies.”
“No harm done. You should see her friends. I know she’s mentioned cheerleaders of late.” Keith recalled pictures. He kept the nude part to himself knowing Ellis would beg to see them. Keith did have copies on his cell. “I’m still waiting for the day Brit brings them by.”
“Take a group shot for me.” Exactly! Calling out to their busty bartender of the night Mavis Hinton the two men chuckled and ordered another round. Yup! They were hinting. Ms. Mavis enjoyed showing off her see through cleavage. Funny how the jukebox of oldies was singing Eddie Money’s classic Shakin’ at the time. It did get her a nice tip stuffed between them. Ellis was a big tipper!
Six miles away, Britney Foxx had built her friend Emily Grace Ruuthouse into an unrecognizable beauty. Make-up covering her usual features adding to her lengthy pigtails kept her incognito. Fueled by her desire to impress her friends, young Grace chose her own clothing. What there was of it.
She decked herself out in snug pair of white stretchy shorts that concealed very little at the crotch, commando at that. Her red tank top barely contained her busty 34D’s. Minus the bra, her nipples were shameless and bullet sized. Her long legs bare until the sandals on her feet broke the sleekness. Joining Britney in the living room of her home to show off her choices Brit admired her Mennonite rebel.
“Sweet Jesus! You’re hotter than me.” Grace blushed gently spinning in step to show off.
“I’ll never be as sexy as you are. But thank you.” Grace fidgeted! “So, where are we going?”
Brit wore all black this night. Wearing a snug tank top with bulging cleavage, complimented by a pair of black stretchy shorts that allowed her butt cheeks to escape, made Brit mean business. “Just for a walk. Let’s see who we run into. It’s all about getting checked out.”
Grace danced in step, giddy about the prospects.
“Can I show off?”
“To the right targets, absolutely. Let’s just breath and feel the electricity. Too much too soon will get us into trouble.” Pouting Grace understood. Getting into trouble with the police would look badly on her Mennonite community.
“Quit being pathetic. Do you think I was a slut the first time around? Well, yeah, I guess I was. Come on Stripper. Let’s wiggle our asses all over town” Out the front door they went. Grace skipped along like she was six years old.
The sun was setting and the night was warm. Both girls walked toward the downtown area. It was here that the teenagers cruised their cars, bikes, skateboards and sneakers. There was a stretch of six blocks that made up the zone. The local police allowed them to do illegal U-turns safely to make a continual circle in the street.
Brit and Grace reached the town square and found a congregation of teen boys from their Senior class. Some from in town, some from neighboring towns. Casually walking toward, them their attention suddenly locked onto the oncoming beauties. A round of whistles reached their attention quickly.
“And, we have admirers.” Brit smirked at Grace.
“I feel so alive.”
A trio of out-of-towners pepped up first and walked toward them.
“Ladies! You look enchanting tonight.” One boy in a black tank top covered by an unbuttoned plaid outer shirt flirted.
Brit smiled stopping in front of them, “Look it’s Romeo. Where fore art thou.”
He chuckled! “Thee know me well! You milady, are one HOT Juliet.”
“Juliet’s! There are two of us. Learn to count on your fingers you might need them later.”
“My bad. That’s some really long hair, Milady Fair.” He realized that rhymed! HA! In response Grace wagged one of her ponytails at him.
“Whips and chains.” The trio all recited “WHOA!” in unison.
“Reel it in, Pippy.”
“Pippy Longstocking.” Grace snorted! “I get it.”
The boys winced at each other over her piggy noise. Still, it wasn’t enough to dissuade them from trying. “So, what are you two up to tonight? Looking for a knight in shining armor? We slay dragons.”
“Mine is draggin’!” Another egotistical boy bragged while swaying his hips. The girls did indeed look and found a very long neck behind his jeans. Likely a roll of tube socks!
“Taking a walk. Strutting our stuff.”
“Awesome! You strut really good.” Another chuckled!
“I’m Kyle. This is Boyd and Rick.”
“Hi. We’re Sexy and Gorgeous.”
“That you are.” Kyle eyed her chest.
Grace noticing their attraction more to Britney pouted over being ignored. “You can look at mine too.”
“Easy Pippy.” Brit giggled! “They have eyes. They’ll get there.”
“We are.” Rick admired her nipples stabbing through her tank. “You must be cold. Want to borrow my flannel?”
“No! I’m hot not cold.” Grace swiveled in step and grabbed her ass cheeks. Pried a bit had them drooling. “You can look at this too”
Fanning herself Brit paused the guys with a finger. “Hold that premature ejaculation.” She guided Grace by the arm a few steps away from them then exhaled loudly. “Calm yourself down. You’re sounding like you want them to rape you in the street.”
“I can’t help it. I need attention.”
“You’ll get that soon enough. Just chill, okay? Don’t shred my booty shorts.”
“Okay!”
“Stop looking pathetic.” Brit then looked over her shoulder at the trio. “Now that everyone knows our anatomy, let’s begin again.” Kyle shot glances between Britney and his buddies then nodded in agreement.
“We’re from Castleton. We drove down this way to see what’s up. Tired of the same ole’ scene. So far, this scene seems a whole lot more appealing.”
“HOSE OF THE DRAGON.” Boyd patted his tube sock possibility.
Grace turned away and bent over to touch her toes. In the process all eyes glued to her butt cheeks revealing from her rising shorts. That and the deep recess of the tucked clothe between her ass crack. Clam City!
Brit rolled her eyes at everyone and snapped her fingers to keep reality amid the hungry boys. “While the winding roads around here do look worth driving, the curves get mighty dangerous. You should try keeping your eyes on the road. Accidents do happen.”
Boyd chuckled and preferred eying Foxxy. He found her body remarkable. Her face and smile perfect. What revealed flesh he noted was flawless. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight had the dragon slayer blind. Okay, within the local night lights.
She realized Boyd was fascinated by her and bit her lower lip. Kyle and Rick however were switching it up and ogling Grace far more intently. Suddenly, Brit felt jealous. She knew she could steal these boys away in seconds but at the same time she wanted Grace to discover herself. Perhaps, Grace wanted it a little too much.
Running palms beneath her tank Grace exposed her belly button to the trio. Not to mention how low the waist of her shorts were hugging her hips. “My shorts make me feel pudgy.” Grace pouted for response.
“Love the waistline. I think your body is perfection.”
“Your belly button is beautiful.” Kyle added! “You need some bling hanging from it.”
Grace prowled her fingertips around her navel and dipped nails beneath the band of her shorts amid her pubic region. By doing so, her shorts creep up in the crotch. It was then that the boys discovered camel toe.
Brit was losing her battle with Grace. Frowning toward her, she sighed heavily and took a step back behind Grace before lifting her own black tank to expose her breasts to the three gents. Only then did their eyes divert from Grace. She just as quickly lowered her shirt and winked at them. The boys remained in shock and couldn’t form words. Brit took advantage of that to huddle up to Grace.
“Less skin more flirt.” Brit advised!
“Nooo!” Grace stomped her foot. “I want both.”
Taken by surprise Foxxy edged away from her and acted as if she were shunned. “Okay, then.” Brit was feeling defeated by her friend’s exuberance. All she could do was follow along as best as she could.
Stepping away Brit decided to journey over to one of the local store fronts where a bench rested next to the doorway. The business was long closed down for the night. In doing so Boyd and Rick followed her and stood over her as she sat down.
Grace was left with Kyle who was getting braver by the second. He had made comments about Grace’s skin looking smooth and soft. In her need she reached over and claimed his raised hand, guiding it to caress her tummy. She immediately turned red and giggled as his touch tickled her flesh.
“Oh, yeah. That’s really soft.” His fingers teased below her belly button gently moving lower to the band of her shorts.
“I shaved earlier. It’s even softer down here.” Grace peeled the front of her shorts out right before his eyes. His gaze lowering to her fingertips he swallowed timidly and took the risk of running his own fingers below her waistband. In doing so he discovered the thinnest strip of pubic hair he had ever felt.
“Miss a spot?” He winked at her almost embarrassingly.
“Did I?” She pouted and peeled her band further out and downward until he could literally see the hair amid the upper compression of her pussy.
“That’s really cute.” He nearly stuttered while daring to touch it. As his finger tempted her, she shivered and broke out in a shrill giggle that made him jump away. Grace dropped her jaw at his abandonment and felt as if she were jilted. Before another word could be spoken Kyle turned his attention to Boyd and Rick. They were now sitting to each side of Britney. Boyd had his arm around her while Rick was rubbing her left leg.
Kyle chuckled and looked back at Grace. “It looks like my buddies are making good friends with your girl.”