Britney Ch. 25: Slumber Party

Friday afternoon.

After a short trip to Orlando, Rita Foxx was home for once.

Sifting through her mail in the living room the well toned beauty heard her kids come home from school. Lance looked over first.

"Hey Stranger."

His mother frowns, "I know. I know. Who pays the bills here?"

Entering after Lance, Britney hugs her book bag to her chest to block her braless tank top.

"Hi Mom. It's been three days. Business trips from hell?"

"You could say that. I'm heading out again in a few. I told your Father. Tampa for two days then I'll try and make more effort to spend quality time with you two."

Lance shrugs, "No Biggy. Long as I get a college fund."

She smirks at him, "Smart ass."

Brit tries to sneak by Lance when Rita hisses, "Get your butts over here and hug your Mother."

Lance makes his hug swift and awkward. Abandoning her just as fast left Brit to risk lowering her book bag. Rita shakes her head noting Brits nipples stabbing hard through her lavender tank.

"Really? Making a habit of leaving something at home?" Rita sighs.

Brit winces, "Allergic. Didn't Dad give you the Doctor's note?"

"Ha Ha! I'm not mad at you Sweetheart. I was a teenager once too. Obviously, unless your Father is hiding things from me, I haven't heard any complaints from school. When I do? You wear a bra. Understood?"

"Yes Mother!" Brit rolls her eyes.

As she turns away Rita eyes her daughter's white shorts. She spotted deeply tanned flesh shining through.

"Oh for Pete's sake. No panties either?"

Brit grits her teeth, "No complaints. Remember?"

A stern look at her, Rita waves her off with the mail in her hand.

As Brit reaches the hallway she turns back and strolls directly into her Mother's arms.

"I miss you, Mom."

"Awww! I miss you too Sweetheart."

"Daddy misses you, too."

"Oh, he does, does he?" Rita is taken by surprise.

"He's moping around a lot. That's why he took on that job helping the Mennonite's build a barn. To keep busy until his job calls him back."

"At least he's not sitting here and losing that chiseled figure. Unemployment checks aside I'm glad he's keeping active."

Rita steps around her daughter and shuffles to her bedroom to gather things for her open luggage lying out on the bed. Brit leans on the bedroom threshold.

"Do you still love Daddy?"

Rita turns pale looking up at Brit hesitantly, "Of course I do. Why would you ask that?"

"Something just feels wrong."

Sighing Rita sits down on the mattress and pats her knees, "Your Father and I just need time apart. The last month has been refreshing. The space created by my job has helped me clear my mind. Keith is a rock. He's there for you and Lance. I'm only a phone call away if you need me."

"I know that Mom." She pouts, "Is there someone else?"

Brit already knew there was, her Father had confided in her awhile back. She just needed to hear her Mother's side.

With a deafening exhale Rita shakes her head, "I'm not even going to go there with you. You're eighteen and should know better."

Nodding silently at first Brit whispers, "You know you can confide in me if you are. I love you Mom."

"I love you too, Sweetheart. If and when that ever happens I'll let you know."

Rita stands up and resumes packing.

"Our fundraiser is next week. Wish us luck." Brit awaits.

"Car wash right?"

"Yep. Bikini car wash."

Rita eyes her daughter with a smirk, "Behave."

"Not likely. I'm a rebel."

"Oh, how well I know that. Miss no underwear. Like I said, you're eighteen. I guess I can't scold you too badly."

"Right! I'm sure you have your moments." Brit sticks her tongue out at her Mother playfully.

Haunted by that Rita attempts a returned tongue. Suddenly, she felt guilty.

"Have a good time in Tampa. I'll take care of Daddy while you're gone." Brit winks then flares her eyes, "I cook."

"I thank you for that. He's a horrible cook."

They both laugh then part ways.

Rita Foxx finished her packing and left the house. Just as she started the car her husband Keith pulled up on the street curb in his truck. Getting out he meets her at her car's drivers side window.

"Sneaking out before I got back home?" Keith scowls.

"No. Just in a hurry." She frowns, "Britney just asked me if I was seeing someone else."

"Technically, you are. Couple of them."

Rita sneers at him knowing he was correct, "She's growing up way too fast."

"That she is." He concurs thinking to himself, "If you only knew."

"She's forsaken wearing underwear."

"Hadn't noticed." He plays it off as she rolls her eyes at him.

"We both know that's impossible. Try to encourage her to wear them more."

"That's your job. I could be rude about what you wear and don't wear. But, you know I'm not going to fight with you. You've made your lifestyle choices. Live your life. So will I."

Rita sits expressionless, "I miss you too."

"Ditto. Go party. See you when you get home."

Rita puckers, "Kiss in case the kids are spying?"

He leans in and kisses her passionately. It catches her off guard. Fanning herself Rita huffs, "Guess you do miss me."

"See ya!" He twists and doesn't look back.

Rita stares at him a minute longer to absorb his response. Chilled by it she favors backing out of the drive and gunning her car down the street.

Inside, Keith closes the front door and pulls his work boots off. Before he can leave the threshold Lance pops from the kitchen and tosses his Dad a can of beer.

"Head's up. Bottom's up. Whichever." Lance chuckles and heads to his room looking at his cell.

Keith rubs his neck then opens his beer with care after being tossed so abruptly. The journey to his living room recliner seemed like forever. Once seated he kicks back and closes his eyes. It had been a long day.

Five minutes of rested eyes later he opens them up to see his daughter claiming his beer can from his grasp.

"I didn't want you to spill it."

"Thanks. Yeah, I'm pretty tired. Barn's finished. Trying to help them clean up the area a bit before that Dance"

"Awesome. I'm having that slumber party tonight. My girlfriends, so we can discuss our fundraiser."

"How many again?" He tried not to look hopeful.

"Tara, Sophia, Cryssa, and Dawn. Grace is helping during the car wash but seeing as she just stayed over this past weekend were not including her. I don't want her parents getting edgy over her during the car wash."

"Four girls I've never met."

"Four super sexy girls you've never met. Cheerleaders remember. I mention them now and then."

"Ah! Yea the cell photo session that day coming back home from the farm."

"Right." She smiles.

"What about Lance?" Keith squints.

"Shhhh! Doesn't know about it. He's going to ask to stay over at Evan's."

Grunting he smirks, "Do I need to find a buddy to camp out at?"

"No. Parental guidance Silly."

"I'm not isolating myself to my bedroom. My house too."

"Of course not."

Keith winces at his shoulder and neck pain before adding, "Long as that's understood."

"Hurt yourself today?" Brit looks concerned.

"Heavy lifting. Loaded up cases of leftover roofing shingles. Just need to relax."

"We can all take turns giving you a massage later." Brit playfully sings to him.

All he could do was stare at her. Finally, he shakes it off and sits up.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'll tell Lance he can camp at Evan's."

"Thank you Daddy."

That task successfully achieved, Lance heads out within fifteen minutes. Keith took his time before hopping in the shower.

An hour later, the Filipino beauty "Cryssa Apari" arrives first. Her raven curls drifting over caramel cleavage were to die for. She wore a button down plaid shirt and cut off blue jeans. Blinging out with a gold crucifix about her neck. Cheap bangle bracelets around both wrists and both ankles.

Greeted at the door Brit whistled at her, "Let's have sex."

Cryssa giggles, "Orgy later."

"My dad's here. We're going to tease him hard."

"How hard?" Cryssa tilts her profile with a poised index finger at the corner of her lips.

"Underwear only later. We'll see how that goes first."

"Even you?" Cryssa looks shocked.

"Even me. He's seen me. Hell, he's touched me. Hell!" She giggles devilishly.

"Wow! Not knocking you." Cryssa shows the palms of her hands with a flare of brilliant brown orbs.

"Wait until you meet him. My dad is built."

Cryssa bites her lower lip, "Reallllllly?"

"Yep! Mussculls!" Brit laughs reaching over to pinch at the top button of Cryssa's shirt. The girl looks down watching as Brit unclasps the first button concealing an already bulging bust. Now the black bra she was wearing beneath was more evident.

"My dad's in the shower. I'll introduce you in a second."

"Ooookay."

As they heard the water shut off Brit's eyes flare, "One more button."

Cryssa winces as Brit again sneaks in to unbutton her shirts second button.

"Only two more buttons holding me closed. Shouldn't we wait until later?" Cryssa gets jittery.

"Nope. Mental stimulation will get him curious. Trust me."

"If you say so."

Brit drags Cryssa toward her bedroom and stops in the hallway. The bathroom door was two rooms away. Together they impatiently waited until the bathroom door opened.

Wearing only a towel tied around his waist Keith wasn't expecting them. He turns off the bathroom light switch then steps out to suddenly face them.

"Whoa!" Keith huffs caught off guard.

"Daddy? This is my friend Cryssa."

He towered over both of them at 6'3. Brit at 5'1. Cryssa at 5'0.

"Couldn't have let me get dressed?" He sneers.

"It's okay Poppy. I'm not shy." Cryssa smiles warmly and lifts her hand to shake his.

"Well, I'm not that shy neither. Still kind of awkward though."

They shake hands lightly. Cryssa's hand trembled as he held it a little too long for most handshakes.

Brit smirked with a hesitant glare, "Ummm! Daddy?"

"Oh. Yeah, Sorry. You can have your hand back."

Cryssa blushes, "Big hand."

Keith chuckles, "Guess so. Tiny girls."

Cryssa lowers her gaze to observe the tent rising from the towel about his waist.

Brit merely kept her composure.

The doorbell rang releasing the tension.

Brit giddily moved between them to answer the door leaving Cryssa and Keith to face each other alone. Moving through so quickly Brit had brushed against Her Father's erection. His cock wagged toward Cryssa unexpectedly.

"I better get dressed." Keith swallows harshly as Cryssa's big brown eyes barely blinked. She had the look of total awe.

Blocking his way he had to grip her by the shoulders to scoot around her. Cryssa whimpered at his strength.

"Bye!" She fawned toward him with fluttering fingers.

Entering his room he shut the door leaving her pouty.

In the living room Brit had ushered in Sophia and Tara and had quickly let them in on her plans. Tara the tallest of the girls at 5'4 wore a blue sleeveless shirt with deep cleavage and white jean shorts. Her long blond hair perfectly curled at the ends. Big blue eyes sparkled at her friends.

Sophia Pope had gotten her hair cut earlier. Her dark brown hair was barely touching her shoulders expressing a lengthy neckline. Lighter in complexion than Brit yet still tanned, she wore a short black mini skirt with a gentle ruffled hemline. A black shirt than twisted between her beautiful 34C breasts popped.

As Cryssa stepped from the hallway fanning herself the final member of the crew showed up.

Dawn Lawrence, the curvy redhead of 5'2 marched in after seeing them through the open door. She wore a green mini dress that buttoned down halfway in the front.

Another recap later the girls knew their missions. Awaiting Keith the girls went to Brit's bedroom and hung out with the door open. They discussed the car wash fundraiser for a good twenty minutes before Keith decided to exit his room.

Having to pass Brit's room he revealed himself wearing only a pair of navy blue sweatpants. Stopping at the door he opted to wave.

"Evening ladies. Make yourselves at home. I'll stay out of your way just going to grab a bite to eat and watch TV. I'm Keith by the way."

Jaws dropped around the room.

Only Sophia could whimper, "Oh my God!"

Keith smirks and twitches his left peck at them. The sight forced them to laugh hysterically. Dawn crawled from the bed she was sitting on and faced Keith looking directly at his pectoral.

"Do that again." Dawn requested.

He chuckles and quivers it toward her once more. She jumps away then attempts to touch it. He waits until her fingers barely caress his peck before making it dance. Everyone busted a gut at her priceless response. Dawn merely blushed.

Brit crept in to hug her Dad from the side then points out introductions.

"Daddy? Giggles there is Dawn Lawrence. The beautiful blond with a limp due to a recent ankle injury is Tara Zellers. You've met Cryssa. The stunning brunette is Sophia Pope."

"Pleasure Ladies."

Sophia bites her nail wheezing, "I hope so."

Tara nudges Sophia to shake her stalking glare.

He merely fidgets and kisses his daughter on the forehead, "Have fun. Order pizza if you want."

"Thank you Daddy."

"Thank you Mister Foxx." The four remaining girls squeal as one.

Keith took his leave.

For an hour the girls plotted and gave him time to settle into the living room. He had ate a sandwich and was drinking beer. From his recliner he nurtured his erection. It was impossible not to have one. His daughters friends were centerfold models. Young, sexy, perky, and mischievous.

He had a hunch his daughter was up to something. It was just a matter of time. This time he could honestly say he wanted something to happen. He would certainly play along.

Finally, as he flipped through TV channels he heard the bedroom door open. Remaining attentive to his television he watched as Brit and Tara stepped into the living room. They were wearing only t-shirts. Very short T-shirts.

"Anything good on TV Daddy?"

"Not really." He winces feigning a worse back and neck spasm than he portrayed earlier.

"Still sore?" Brit pouted.

"Yeah. Every muscle in my shoulders and neck hurt. Lower back. Whole body. I'm getting old."

Tara perks up, "You certainly keep in shape."

"I do my best."

"We can give you a massage if you want one." Tara brightens her eyes at him.

He squeezes his neck while looking up at her chest. Her nipples were stabbing away beneath her pink tee.

"Actually, that sounds kind of nice. Sure."

Brit coaxes him from his chair to stretch out on the floor. As he drops to his knees Tara offers to assist him the rest of the way down. She then sits down beside his rib cage and lightly touches his shoulder blade.

"You start. I'll tell the girls what we're doing. Be right back." Brit shuffles away in her white tee.

Keith clears his throat, "Sure you wanna do this? You probably feel awkward."

"Not really. I give my Dad massages too. He's not as fit as you are though. If I'm not being silly that's certainly a plus." Tara giggles.

Keith leers up at her big blue eyes, "Not every day I get a beautiful blond to ease my aching bones."

"I'm beautiful? Awww! Thank you Mister Foxx."

"Gorgeous actually. I hope sitting like that doesn't antagonize your ankle."

She repositions slightly for comfort and tugs at her shirt hem. In doing so she slyly gave him a clear view of her pussy before hiding herself again. She let on that it was an accident through a series of playful expressions.

"Sorry. Yeah, ankles still tender. Where do you want me to start?"

He huffs aloud, "Anywhere."

Tara eases over him to grip his shoulders and grazes her chest on his spine. He felt her nipples touching him, suspended without the weight of her entire breasts. It tickled his back.

"Nice grip."

"Thanks." She exhales as her hair drapes over his neckline.

"Hair smells good too." He offers.

"Full of compliments. I love compliments."

"I could offer plenty of those."

"Really? Such as?"

"I'm too old to misbehave." He chuckles feeling her grip increase.

"Tell me." She giggles and gently digs her nails in.

"Slow down Killer. Sharp nails there."

She pouts behind his back, "Sorry Mister Foxx."

"Nails are good in the right situation."

"Oh really? Compliment me more."

"You have one hell of a body. Perfect."

"Too sweet. I work out a lot. Cheerleader. I need to look good. Ran track too until my ankle."

"Put your weight into my shoulders. Feels great."

She crawls over for a better approach and squeezes harder. In doing so her breast crush against his back.

"Ohhh! That felt nice." He moans.

"My grip?"

"No. Your tits on my back."

"Ah! Britney's Dad likes her sexy young friends." Tara teases giggling.

"Not even going to deny that." He huffs.

Tara smirks behind his back then kneads his shoulders harder before whispering into his ear.

"I'm going to take my shirt off. Don't peek."

His eyes seal as he hears a shuffle behind him. Then he feels Tara roll her bare breasts over his back.

"Like that Mister Foxx?" She trembles.

"I do indeed."

He hears feet all around him and keeps his eyes closed. Suddenly, Tara pulls her body away from him and merely rubs his back with her right palm.

To Keith's right he felt two more hands touch him. Dawn offered her own tender massage to his neck.

"You're so tense." Dawn whispers dangling her red hair over his head.

"Tenser by the second." He puffs.

Sophia slips down behind Dawn and kneads at his lower back.

All he heard from her was another round of "Oh my God."

He grinned at the girls enjoying themselves a little too much touching him.

Opting to keep his eyes sealed Keith sensed someone easing themselves in front of him. Their legs draped over his folded elbows that his head rest on. He could smell sweet peach like perfume. He knew that if he opened his eyes there would be a pussy directly in his face.

He just hoped it wasn't his daughters.

Fingers lean in to straighten his head enough to massage his temples. Awkward yet enjoyable. He decided to open his eyes and sure enough there was a pair of thighs donned in a sheer black pair of panties. Eyes raised he see's Cryssa beaming at him, "Feel good Poppy?"

"Heavenly."

She grins and shifts her hips closer, "Smell good Poppy?"

"Like peaches."

He had almost lost track of everyone else. Even though their hands were all over him. This Cryssa was exquisite. Her body beyond perfection. Her chest massive yet perky in her black bra. Belly tight and narrow.

Cryssa smiles and removes her fingers from his temples. She then eases her thighs right up to touch her panties on his nose. He nearly went cross eyed.

Reaching in with her left hand Cryssa peels her panties aside and plants her stunning silky smooth pubic area right against his face. It was the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen.

"Taste good Poppy?"

He immediately flicked his tongue along her labia and found her clit. Cryssa arched her back as Brit lowered herself to sit behind Cryssa for support.

Brit watched her Father licking Cryssa like a pro. She had a hunch Cryssa was the one he desired most.

Brit unfastened Cryssa's bra and pulled it from the girl, leaving her almost totally naked along with Tara behind them.

Eye's spotting Cryssa's breasts he unfolds his arms and drags her deeper beneath his chin. He fed like a starving child. All the while his hands reached up to crush her 36DD's.

All of the girls marveled at his energy.

"Look at Daddy go." Brit giggled.

Keith almost laughed at his daughter as he devoured his tongue deep inside the squirming Filipino. Cryssa was hard to hold.

He felt his sweats being eased off behind him. Sophia was on a mission. He raised his hips to allow her more freedom to tug. Dawn moved into position to assist her until the navy sweat pants were yanked from his toes.