Britney Ch. 43: Gossip Column

Monday morning classes were dull and boring.

After an interesting weekend it was difficult getting back into a routine. For some more than others. Not just for the students. Teachers felt the exhaustion equally as much.

In an unexpected meeting called together by Principal Harding, four ragtag members of the faculty met in private. Dane Marko, William Beatty, Coach Jerry Dawson, and Trevor Stein joined him for a session of bragging. All comparing notes about their sexual exploits with Britney Foxx and her slutty Cheerleaders.

The powow lasted thirty minutes.

"Well Gentlemen? Did things go as planned?" Harding sighed loudly in his seat. They had chose to inhabit an unused classroom for their rendezvous point.

Dane Marko spoke up first, huffing with a well deserved chuckle, "Miss Apari was very cooperative. Amazing in fact. She went above and beyond my original plan. The bar we were in was quaint yet lively. The patrons certainly enjoying her body as I unclothed her. She even went so far as to engage sexually with her own Father. He was quite drunk and had barely any concept of what she was doing with him."

The Teacher's laugh amongst themselves. Hearing incest had happened made them think that they should have been there to see it.

Trevor Stein opted to point out that he had observed Tara Zellers fist herself. And enjoy the company of he and his brothers. Everyone nodded their approval. Picturing the blond bombshell naked save for her long rainbow stockings. Certainly an appealing vision.

Bill Beatty then represented his own adventure with the luscious redhead Dawn Lawrence. How their lakeside rendezvous led to a bi encounter with a cute young waitress. The addition of the young blond stimulating beyond measure.

Finally, Coach Jerry Dawson who waited to go last filled them in on Sophia Pope's threesome with he and his girlfriend. Since yesterday Sophia was all that his girl could talk about. Begging him to bring her back for more. He wasn't even sure that would be possible.

Principal Harding mulled over the idea that perhaps he could talk Britney Foxx into supporting a second lottery that might switch girls in a rotation so that each Teacher could sample all of the girls for themselves. There were zero objections to that idea. They appointed Harding their leader in all things forbidden.

He would certainly run it by the girls.

Between classes Britney Foxx and Cryssa Apari walked together. They too had gossiped over their shenanigans and how much fun they had. The incest subject coming up found both girls discussing their undying love of the Father's. Secrets that should shame them but was the furthest from any humiliation. Both girls could easily ponder more. In Cryssa's case however her Father had no clue what she had even done. Any further contact might never happen. Still, the thought lingered within her. Someday maybe.

"You've had my Dad. Maybe I should seduce yours." Britney giggles nudging her shoulder into her friends arm.

"Go for it. Get him drunk who knows what might happen." Cryssa pouts.

Dawn Lawrence shuffles amidst their stride, "I made a new friend. Her name is Kimber. She's bi. But, prefers girls. I was thinking maybe we could all get together sometime. Ride over and see her. Go swimming in the lake."

"Sounds fun. We have a lot on our plate though. Might be awhile." Britney frowns, "Prom is coming up. You know guys are going to beg to take us now that they know what we're like. Some serious Shady Hawkins stuff."

"Are you still making friends with Nancy? I noticed she's been dressing differently. How did you get through to her?" Cryssa chimes in.

"Made a pact and I expect all of you to be really respectful of her. We're still going to Daytona because of Nancy. Her friends might retaliate against her so we need to step up if they do."

Dawn points ahead of them, "Speak of the Devil. Here comes Nancy now."

Looking toward her Britney smiles and throws her arms out, shuffling toward her. Nancy rolls her eyes and looks around her to see who was watching before hugging Brit.

"What? Embarressed to be seen with me?" Brit sneers playfully.

"It's just that public affection thing." Nancy shrugs.

"No it's not. You're still worried what your friends might think of us being chums. Stop sweating it. News flash : We ARE chums. I think the world of you. So screw those punks."

"They're good people. I just can't abandon them."

"Who said you had too? They accept us. We accept them. All there is too it. So when are we going shopping?"

"I asked Mom for money. She gave me like $200.00. Won't buy much. But, my size it gets choosey anyway. I'm the plus plus one sized."

Cryssa snickers, "That's cute. I want to go shopping."

"Me too." Dawn jumps in excitedly.

"We should all go. Tara and Sophia too. We can bounce fashion off of each other."

Nancy feels edgy about so many girls going. Shying away Brit has to grab her by the shirt. In doing so her short term tug of war pops a button on Nancy's shirt. Her cleaveage opens up to reveal a larger amount of bosom.

"Oh crap. I lost a button." She glares down at her tits. Her very healthy tits. Her very large tits.

As she was staring down at herself one of the Bolger Brothers Wayne trudges towards them from his last class. Normally looking down at his feet the gentle giant this time looks up. Right into Nancy's space. His eyes easily note the difference in her cleavage.

Brit in turn nudges her, "Say hi."

Nancy clears her throat and starts to. At the last breath she turns in a panic. Eyes bulging from fear of rejection. Wayne Bolger looks disappointed. As he passes he waves at Britney and the girls. Brit motions for him to say hello but he too swallows and keeps on going. Brit slaps her forehead groaning, "Oh come on. How hard is saying, Hi?"

Nancy winces, "I couldn't. I'm hopeless."

"Do you want a Prom date or not?" Brit stomps her foot on the floor.

Both Cryssa and Dawn felt bad for Nancy. Neither ever once knew what rejection was. Let alone shyness. They would agree to boost her confidence. Nancy would need it.

Nancy lowers her eyes, "Yes. I do want a date to Prom. I'll ask him next time."

"No. He will ask you." Brit hugs her arm. This made Nancy smile.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cryssa hops up and down pointing . Her monster chest bouncing wildly in her loose cleavage grey and black sports shirt.

All spy in the direction she was directing them toward. From the other end of the hall strolled the twin Bolger Brother Wesley. Beside him carrying her books was one of Nancy Barkers arch enemies. A busty strawberry blond with freckles. The short girl of 5'5 gave Nancy's build a run for her money. The blond was a cutie for certain but her size rivaled Nancy. Only dumpier. And, much less shy. Her 42D's made a serious statement.

"Lucinda Goines." Nancy whimpered.

"Go after Wesley instead." Dawn inspires.

"Wait. Huh?" Nancy turned pale. "

"Right. Better do it before he's Goines, Goines ,Gone." Cryssa chuckles.

"Yeah. If you don't he's Goines to lose his virginity to her." Dawn counters her pun snickering.

"I see Wesley sweating. He hasn't asked her or been asked yet. I can tell." Brit fidgets with bright eyes.

"Don't let Loose Ends Goines get him before you do." Cryssa keeps the puns going.

Brit begins to scowl. She hated when her girls began putting people down. Perhaps an intervention was required.

"Which is why you're going to ask Wesley to be your date." Brit eases over to grip Cryssa by her ahoulders. One swift index curl inside the cleavage of the Filipino beauty's shirt tugging the garment out for a better view.

"Open mouth insert foot." Cryssa pouts.

"Or, other things the night of Prom." Dawn laughs.

Nancy winces and gets really nervous. Eying Cryssa's breast exposure and the tender golden skin between and faintly beneath her sternum.

"I got this." Nancy takes a long deep breath. Without another thought she unbuttons another button on her shirt. Her milky breasts mounded behind a lacey white bra. They bobbed in force the second she advanced.

Turning on her heel Nancy charges like a Rhino pointing at her target. Where her confidence came from only Britney Foxx knew. Even Cryssa was clueless. Why was Britney still pulling her shirt out? Shrugging Miss Apari enjoyed her own view.

"Hi, Wesley." Nancy interupts their walk. The gentle Giant's twin brother the even Gentler Giant halts in step. His eyes raising first to see Nancy's breasts. The second of bright red cheeks instilled him to look up at her face.

"Hi, Nancy." He stuttered.

Eyes nervous but sparkling Nancy doesn't even look at Lucinda. For fear of chickening out. The shorter girl stunned by the invasion and sneering at her potential man.

"Would you be my date to Prom?" Nancy ushers with a strong willed performance.

Wesley's eyes flared and a smile grew on his face, "Sure!"

"WHAT?" Lucinda erupts with anger. She had been beaten to the punch. Slugging Wesley on the arm she storms past Brit and the girls. Now joined by Brit's brother Lance and Evan. Brit still holding Cryssa's shirt until it was all over.

Lance looks down Cryssa's shirt with a pucker, "Fish in a barrel." His hand slips down on a trajectory to palm Cryssa's right breast. "Caught a biggun."

Evan busts up laughing at Lance forcing Brit to realize his entry. Cryssa didn't even object. Her emotion at seeing Nancy succeed left her pouty and going, "Awww!"

"No. That's Awwwwesome." Lance chuckles until Brit releases her shirt and smacks his hand.

"Quit ruining the moment Dork." Brit snaps with a creased brow until he removes his hand. In turn planting his palm on Evan's face. Laughter ensued.

Nancy beet red bats her eyes at Wesley.

"I wasn't sure you would say yes."

"I think Lucinda was going to ask me."

"Would you rather go with her?" Nancy winces and nibbles her bottom lip.

"No. You're hot." He mutters shyly.

"I am?" She squeals unexpectedly.

Fanning her face wildly Nancy jumps up and down. Her tits motivated to dance for Wesley's pleasure. He was a man. He stared directly at them. Even after she stops bouncing. The crowd around them laughing at her reaction. His as well.

"Here's my cell number." She grabs a pen from her pocket and jots it down on his palm. Once written she fans herself once more before doing the unthinkable. She takes the same hand and palms it over her chest. Holding it there.

"Can you feel my heart racing?"

"No." He smirks. She in turn moves his palm left.

"Now?"

"No."

Moved to the far right he had now touched both breasts.

"That time?"

"Not yet."

She suddenly realized that he just wanted to touch her boobs. The realization prompted her to take the untimate risk. She slips his fingers beneath her bras left cup and lowers them until he touches her areola.

"Feeling it now?"

"A little." He huffs amazed by his luck.

A tad deeper his finger teases her nipple, "Found it. Yeah. Beating really fast."

Nancy held her breath with double chin down to eye his hand.

"Don't smudge my number. Call me later."

He gracefully removes his hand and eyes the number on his palm.

"Okay." He stutters.

Both of them shy away smiling as the crowd gather gave her a thumbs up. She had changed their impression of her. The emotions filling a void she had never been able to overcome before. With a mad squeal she drops her books on the floor and races over to Britney. Picking her up in a bear hug and dancing with her in her arms.

Lance looks to Evan, "You bring those Bear traps?"

"Forgot them. Left 'em beside the Elephant gun." Evan chuckles.

Cryssa and Dawn turn to face the little pricks and join efforts in kicking them in the shin.

No amount of ridicule was going to ruin this moment.

Both boys hobbled to their next class.

Sophia Pope and Tara Zellers shared a gym class together. Today they slacked off uncaringly from playing Volleyball. Choosing instead to sit alone on the bleachers gossiping about their own adventures recently. Both appeared happy and smiling to anyone looking. Probably because they were happy.

"I can't believe I actually fit my whole fist inside me." Tara saucers her eyes.

"That must have hurt." Sophia cringed.

"Tight definitely. Barely got my thumb inside. Stein helped. I was crunched up like a ball." She chuckles.

"Wish I could have seen that." Sophia leans over rubbing shoulders with her bestie.

Tara looks around her and doesn't notice anyone troublesome. She then lifts her hips to drag her uniform shorts down to her upper thighs. No underwear as ever Tara winks at Sophia.

"Oh my God! Are you going to fist yourself right here and now? I believe you. You don't have to." Sophia laughes uncontrollably.

"I can't help myself. I want to see if I can do it again. You should try it. It's incredible."

Sophia freezes mid laugh and stares without blinking. Erupting in another round of laughter she turns red. Right beside her Tara Zellers had licked her fingertips wet for additional support in tenderly probing her labia preparing to dig down and dirty. Her shorts too tight around her upper thighs she goes bolder and slips them to her knees.

Sophia eyes the world around them as Tara wiggles her fingers deeper. Still her legs were too close together for the right flexibility. Growling Tara says fuck it and slips her shorts to her ankles and off one foot. Now she spreads her legs wide and tries her burial once again. Students were catching on out on the floor.

"Dawson is prowling over on the guy's side of the gym. He's looking this way."

"Should I be worried?" Tara giggles biting her lower lip at her now contorted pose. Her face red from the pressure of her chest against her windpipe.

"No. He wants all of us. You know that."

"How was he in bed?"

"Not bad. Fucked me pretty hard. I liked his girlfriend better. She knows how to treat a girl."

"Dike." Tara chuckles.

"Might be. I'm discovering myself."

Giggling together Sophia teases Tara by rubbing her leg and inner thighs. The caresses made Tara flare her eyes. Her body sensitive at the moment.

Four fingers embedded Tara attempts her thumb.

"Everyone's watching. You have to succeed at this or you won't hear the end of this. Dawson looks nervous. He's leaving the gym." Sophia offers a play by play.

"Almost have it. Thank God I get wet easy." Tara shivers eying Sophia check the surroundings.

"Styles is coming over. He and Chris Dancee."

"Oooh! Chris is cute. Wish Trent was here to see me." Tara hisses.

Sprinting over the boys stroll up step by step to tower over them.

"Fuck yeah, Zellers. That's hot." Chris nods. Chris being on the basketball team knew her fairly well. He was a taller senior known for his lay ups.

"Don't you wish you could swish that net Bro?" Styles chuckles.

"Would if I could." He taps elbows with Styles.

"Maybe." Tara winks up at him.

"Glad your ankles better." He expresses.

She smiles and holds her breath long enough to force her thumb inside. The fit stretching her rim of pink snuggly. Compressed flesh easing past her knuckle. It was a thing of beauty. Before long the entire boys side had snuck over for a first hand look. Jaws were dropping. Chatter was bragging and praising. Word would certainly spread.

Gossip always does.

The girls side even moved in impressed by most. Appalled by others. No one ratted her out though. Save one who contemplates her emotions. That person had a beef with the world now.

Lucinda Goines paced about as everyone watched the show lustfully. She couldn't believe Tara Zellers was this sick. Nor that her fellow students shared that sickness.

She prepared to stealth away and report the activity to her own gym coach Mona Malloy. Who had spent the hour away from her students in her office. Teacher's these days ignored their jobs.

As Tara reached her objective the students cheered low volume and praised her performance. Before removing her wrist Tara observed Sophia reach across her and tease a nail in a circle around her wrist. The tightened skin silky smooth and ticklish. Tara whined at her ticklishness.

"Feel how soft this is." Sophia encouraged everyone.

"You bitch." Tara chuckles as Chris then Styles rubs the sink hole of flesh. She shivered at their touch. Then the touch of ten other boys. Five other girls.

"I have to pull out. I can't breath in this position." Tara snorts.

Her release messy Tara shows off her wet hand. The gym expressed their admiration. Tara swooped her soaked hand around and intentionally high fives Sophia. The brunette wincing at the slosh upon her palm and the spatter that flew across her face and left leg. The laughter shared was intoxicating.

"So gross." Sophia grimaces.

Reaching up toward Chris she wipes her fingers across his crotch. Leaving a hand print on his red shorts. He sighs at her move. He now had something to brag about. Tara Zellers had grabbed his dick.

In another bold move Tara turned her damp hand and slapped Sophia on the upper thigh.

"Your turn Ho."

Sophia bulges her eyes, "Oh no. Not this time."

Before she could refuse Tara wrestled with her and pulled her on top of herself. Peeling her shorts down over her tight little ass.

"Little help here." Tara wheezes.

Styles sneaks in and yanks Sophia's shorts down to her knees. Her squeals of loss met with giggles. Chris jumps at the chance to slap Sophia on the ass. Leaving his own hand print.

"Ouch! Fuck that hurt." She retaliates and looks back winking. Yeah, Chris Dancee was a cutie.

As Tara rolls Sophia off of her Style yanks Sophia's shorts lower until he played tug of war with her tennis shoes. Once off Style swings them in the air.

Tara again smacks Sophia on the thigh.

"Dig for China bitch."

Support becomes a murmured chant until Sophia gives in and spreads her legs. At first just prying her labia wide for Chris to view.

"You know you want this." She flips him her tongue.

Dancee smirks then drops to sit on the bleacher at her feet. Moving in swiftly he plants fingers directly up to Sophia's dripping hole. Fingers digging in. Sophia looked down at him with awe.

"Holy fuck." She blurts out laughing.

"Look how big his hands are." Tara taunts her.

Sophia winces and nibbles a fingernail, "Be gentle."

Chris chuckles and probes his right hand deeper. Three fingers and Sophia trickles juices around his digits. Her moistness trailing over her butt cheeks in her legs lifted pose.

Tara fans her legs wide for the other boys to view her breathing twat. She loved their drooling nature. While distracted by her teasing Tara gets caught off guard. Chris Dancee had reached over with his left hand and began entering Tara's stretched pussy. He was going in both hands blazing.

"Whoa!" Was heard by many. Recited by many more.

Taking time to dig slowly Chris forced both girls to arch backwards and moan at his twisting and turning. Cork screwing his knuckles the best he could. Tara wetter he had little issue with. Although his hand was bigger than hers she had more flexibility now that she wasn't contorted.

Four fingers in Tara. Three fingers preparing a fourth in Sophia.

Style stood smugly puckering as he made his round of captured eyes. The entire gym stood amazed. Then, Styles spots Lucinda sculking off toward the steps leading down into the offices below. In a mad snap decision Styles bolts past the gathering and attempts to head her off.

Attention drawn Tara and Sophia begin to worry. Then Chris broke through inside Tara forcing her to fall backwards, mouth wide in awe of his success. Her eyes riolling white.

Sophia needed effort. After four fingers his thumb had very little wiggle room.

Regardless Sophia Pope sniveled at his penetration. It wasn't going to happen. Sophia was just too tight. With a sudden inspiration Chris lowers his thumb and sinks it inside Sophia's ass.