Hollywood Stories: The Party

[TPG]

Hollywood Stories: The Party
with Britney and Jamie-Lynn Spears
The Pornographer
(MF, voy, drugs, alc, rel)


This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
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"It's not fair!" 16-year-old Jamie-Lynn Spears shouted at her older sister, "You always get to do whatever you want!"

"That's because I'm older then you J-Lynn!" Britney replied.

It wasn't that Jamie-Lynn hated her sister, but she always seemed to get her way.

This seemed especially true tonight.

"I told you—I didn't want you to stay the weekend because we already had plans."

It had been weeks since Britney had given birth to her second son and since that time she was desperate to let down her hair and party once again.

Thankfully she had managed to organize a nanny for the evening at the very last moment but now had to deal with her teenage sister who had showed up unexpectedly at her door earlier that day.

"But I really want to go with you!" Jamie-Lynn cried.

"Not a chance. Besides you're too young and immature to go to a party like this."

The girls were referring to an invitation Britney had been looking forward to all month—a private house party held up in the Hollywood Hills hosted by her old friend and one time pop rival Christina Aguilera.

"Well if you go to the party without me, Mom is going to find out." Jamie-Lynn threatened.

The warning caused Britney to freeze in her tracks.

It was the exact threat Jamie-Lynn always made when she didn't get her way, and although she rarely delivered on it, Britney was already fed up with her family and meddlesome mother and wheeled around to deliver her retort at full voice.

Fortunately for Jamie-Lynn, just as the first words were leaving her sister's mouth Kevin arrived home and made his entrance.

"What's with all the yelling?" Kevin asked as he entered the foyer.

"Oh, J-Lynn wants to come along to the party or she is going to call mom," Britney replied in an exasperated voice.

"Well, bring her along." Kevin suggested, "She's a big girl now."

Kevin smiled at Jamie-Lynn giving her a playful wink while eyeing her from head to toe.

Jamie-Lynn's heart swelled at the attention and she took a deep breath.

Kevin was such a great brother-in-law.

"You've got to be kidding!" cried Britney.

"No," said Kevin, "It'll be alright."

Kevin spun around and placed his face seductively close to Britney's.

"Trust me, she won't get in our way." he said as he planted a deep probing kiss on Britney's mouth.

"ALRIGHT—" Britney sighed after the kiss was broken.

"You can tag along. But I don't want you hanging around and bothering us—and for god sakes, you CAN'T go dressed like that!"

Jamie-Lynn squealed with delight!

She couldn't believe the news.

"Thank you, guys. Thank you Kevin!" she screamed while dashing upstairs towards her bedroom to change.

Sadly, Jamie-Lynn didn't have the wardrobe her older and more famous sister possessed and when she arrived to her room she impatiently hurdled into the closet and pulled out as many items as she could, anything that was "grown-up" looking.

In a minute she was out of her room and in front of her sister wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and an unflattering red velvet top.

"Oh my god, what is that?" Britney protested, "Don't you have any decent clothes? You look fourteen!"

"What?" Jamie-Lynn was immediately disheartened.

"Look, I don't have time for this J-Lynn, we have to go!"

Britney fumed as she turned, heading for the front door.

It was then Kevin grabbed Britney and stopped her, "No, we have some time. Don't you have any clothes that Jamie-Lynn could borrow—just for tonight?"

Britney gazed at Kevin with incredulity.

She paused for a moment before she finally conceded, "Oh, alright!"

"Follow me." she spat as she stormed back up the stairs.

"Look, I'll let you borrow some of my things but you'd better take care of them!"

"Yeah—yeah"

"I'm seriously J-Lynn."

"OK, Jesus."

Jamie-Lynn followed her sister into the master bedroom and watched her throw a few items of clothing onto the bed.

"Here, pick something and put it on." she insisted, "Just hurry up. You only have a minute or we're going to leave without you!"

With that Britney stormed out of the room as Jamie-Lynn reached for the button to unfasten her jeans.

She removed her pants as she reached for the first article of clothing on her bed which was a very short and sexy low-rise satin skirt.

Jamie-Lynn had never worn anything so provocative and was excited at the prospect. But as she pulled the skirt up over her teenage bottom she realized a problem. Her casual cotton panties were too big—they rose too high and were clearly visible over the top of the skirt.

"Oh god." she murmured, "I can't wear these."

There she then admired herself in the full length mirror and couldn't deny how incredibly sexy she looked.

Thinking quickly she swiftly slid her panties off from beneath the skirt and considered grabbing some better fitting and more appropriate underwear from her room. Just then she was interrupted as she heard the sound of front door close, her sister was leaving?

"Oh god, wait!" she cried as she scurried about upstairs.

She quickly peeled off her top and reached for one of the revealing blouses that her sister had suggested—a cute peach colored shoulder-less half-top.

Jamie-Lynn quickly pulled it down over her head and looked herself over.

"Wow, real sexy—oh damn!" she cried as she pulled the top down, "This won't go with a bra."

Exasperated, she reached around and released the catch on her bra and pulled it off.

Jamie-Lynn was not used to going braless, but there was nothing else to do. She quickly glanced in the mirror. The top of the blouse sat proudly atop of her young pert breasts exposing a satisfying amount of cleavage.

The bottom of the blouse was wider and open and Jamie-Lynn could feel the cool air across her exposed mid drift as it blew up and across the swell of her breasts. The teenager was not used to this much exposure and the notion made her tingle with excitement and nervousness.

She also considered how careful she'd have to be in public in a blouse like this.

As Jamie-Lynn sat down to put on her shoes another problem became obvious. As she bent over to slip on her shoes the blouse started sliding down the slope of her breast and clearly exposed her chest and nipples.

"Oh god, I have to find something to keep this up!"

She quickly ran to her bedroom just as she heard the sound of a car horn honk outside.

Britney was clearly growing increasingly impatient.

"Oh Jesus, they're going to leave me—" she exclaimed as she rummaged through her jewelry box.

Her heart was thumping in her chest and her breath deepened as she finally found an old plastic brooch.

She snatched it quickly and dashed out of her room as the car horn sounded once again.

"HURRY UP! We're going to leave without you!" Britney growled as Jamie-Lynn finally emerged and slid into the back seat of Mercedes Benz.

To her delight even Kevin seemed impressed and taken aback at her appearance.

She looked amazing.

"Sorry—sorry." Jamie-Lynn replied as the car backed down the driveway.

Jamie-Lynn fumbled with the brooch, trying to find a way to pin the blouse in a way that helped it stay up.

As she finally secured the pin another sensation started to make itself know. The cheeks of her butt were cold as her ass now made direct contact with the leather seat.

"Oh my god!" she gasped to herself, as she realized that in her rush to be ready she had forgotten to get her panties.

Jamie-Lynn looked down at the hem of this very short, thin skirt. It rose almost all the way up her slender thighs and had to be sitting no more than a couple inches above her vagina.

She gulped and took in a short breath.

"Oh god," she said to herself, "Mom would kill me if she saw me in this."

For a split second she thought she had better tell her sister and ask them to turn around, but she knew full well they would leave her at home if she did. So she bit her tongue and sat there in shocked silence—her heart pounding in her chest and her breast heaving against the blouse.

"What are you doing?" Britney asked Kevin.

"Just going to fire one up before we get there." replied Kevin as he reached in the ashtray and pulled out a joint.

"What about HER?" Britney asked, nodding at Jamie-Lynn in the back.

"Hey, like I said, she's grown up." Kevin replied with a smile and a glance at Jamie-Lynn.

Jamie-Lynn didn't know what to say or think. She was too worried about her panty predicament to watch Kevin light the joint and take a long drag.

With that Kevin then passed the blunt over to Britney who reluctantly took it and inhaled a healthy toke.

"You gonna pass it back there?" Kevin dared.

Britney sat there for a moment before she blindly passed the joint over her shoulder to her younger sister.

Jamie-Lynn looked at it for a second, and then took it.

Truth was she has briefly experiment with pot with a few friends but had never really taken to it. It just never did much for her. Still, she was now out with the "grownups" and did not want to disappoint her sister, and finally brought it up to her lips and took a small hit and blew it out.

"Nah, that's not the way to do it," complained Kevin, "You've got to take it all the way in and hold it."

Jamie-Lynn looked at Kevin's reflection in the mirror.

She paused and then returned the joint to her lips and this time closed her eyes and drew a large draft of smoke into her lungs.

"OK now hold it, hold it—" Kevin directed with a grin, watching the younger Spears sibling struggle to keep the smoke in.

Finally she exhaled and a cloud of grey smoke swirled around her head.

She sat there dazed for a moment before her mind cleared enough to hear Kevin calling for her to pass the joint forward.

On the way to the party the joint made its way to Jamie-Lynn several more times. Each time she found it easier to hold the smoke in and by the time they arrived at the house she was feeling delightfully numb.

Kevin and Britney piled out of the car while Jamie-Lynn struggled to remember how to open a car door. She was obviously inebriated. It was then as the trio straitened themselves up that Britney complained.

"What the hell is this?" she nagged while eying the brooch. "This doesn't go with that outfit, it looks stupid!"

With one smooth stroke Britney tore the brooch from Jamie-Lynn's blouse.

"Don't make me regret bringing you, J-Lynn. Remember, I don't want you hanging around me. You go find your own friends and behave."

With that Britney grabbed Kevin's arm, turned and headed defiantly into the house.

Jamie-Lynn was surprised to see how many people were at the party. It seemed as though the entire street had turned out for the event. A few minutes later she wandered around the back and finally made her way inside.

There it she noticed that the vast majority of the attendees were men and all of them looked older.

A lot of the guests were in the kitchen laughing and drinking but in the corner of the living room sat a group of guys around a low coffee table. Their actions and laughter caught her attention and she stumbled her way towards them.

"Want a beer?" someone asked as Jamie-Lynn approached the table.

She looked over her shoulder to see a cute athletic black man smiling at her with an opened beer in his hand.

Aaron was a veteran of these parties, never missing an opportunity to attend. At 29 he was probably the oldest of the crowd, but that age translated to experience—experience at getting what he wanted.

Aaron had watched Jamie-Lynn arrive with her famous sister a few minutes earlier, and had casually followed her into the house. There he admired her thin half-top—noticing the way he could see the outline of her pert breasts through her blouse when the light was behind her.

He also noted the way the folds of her short skirt bounced off her ass when she walked, and now standing up close he marvel at the outline of her nipples through her blouse as he proffered a beer.

"Ah, no thanks," Jamie-Lynn declined politely, "I don't like beer."

"Are you sure? Try it!" he said placing the bottle in her hand.

Jamie-Lynn looked at him and then the beer and took a sip.

"Err NO!" she cried as she choked the sip down, "This is disgusting!"

She handed the bottle back to Aaron.

"I told you, I don't like beer!"

Aaron took a second to evaluate this development.

"Just a second, I'll be right back," he told her as he disappeared back into the crowd.

Jamie-Lynn's attention quickly returned to the guys at the table.

There they were playing some game with cups and quarters, bouncing the quarters into the cups, drinking and laughing out loud.

"Here you go, try this." Aaron offered as he returned with a cup in his hand.

Jamie-Lynn's attention was still focused on the game as she absentmindedly took the cup from Aaron and rank from it.

This concoction was noticeably strong but tasted considerably better. It must be juice—grape juice, Jamie-Lynn concluded.

She looked up at Aaron and smiled her consent. She was feeling better. She was at the party, a REAL Hollywood party, hanging out and part of the "in" crowd and getting some attention.

Life was sweet!

"You ever played quarters before?" Aaron asked.

"Is that what this is?" Jamie-Lynn replied.

"Here, let me show you."

Aaron made his way to the couch where he pointed to a stool on the other side of the table and motioned for Jamie-Lynn to take a seat.

Jamie-Lynn grabbed the stool, finding it strangely difficult to balance the seat and her drink at the same time. Aaron noticed her difficulty and took delight in the fact she was too naive to notice the taste of the Vodka and Midori in her drink.

He then explained the rules of the game as Jamie-Lynn took her seat.

"I don't think I can do this." she replied.

"Sure you can," Aaron reassured her, "And to prove it, I'll give you five bucks every time your quarter lands in my cup."

"Wow," thought Jamie-Lynn, "that's great. I would sure love the money."

With that Aaron produced a pocketful of quarters and placed them on the table.

"Go ahead!" he said as Jamie-Lynn took a healthy swig from her cup then put the cup down and bent for the quarters.

As she bent forward Aaron watched the neckline of her blouse gape open and slide down over her breast.

With an enthusiastic smile Jamie-Lynn took a quarter and slammed it down on the table. It careened off into the crowd, missing its intended target by a mile.

Jamie-Lynn let out a girlish "Oops!" as she watched it land.

"Aw! What now?" she asked.

"Well, now you take a drink." said Aaron with a poorly disguised smile.

Jamie-Lynn thought nothing of it—the drink tasted good and the pot had made her thirsty.

Besides, she'd take better aim with the quarter next time—she'd show him!

With that she raised her cup and took another sip of her grape juice.

"OK, try again." coaxed Aaron.

Again Jamie-Lynn put her drink down and reached for a quarter.

This time her actions were followed by more than Aaron's eyes. Several other guys had now noticed Jamie-Lynn's game and had gathered round to watch. Several had moved in behind her where they could watch her every move.

It was there they watched as she bent forward, unaware her top was gaping open and flashing them all, and they openly gawked at her luscious young mounds. They watched the gentle jostle of her breasts as she threw the coin down on the table and how her areola remained visible over the top of her blouse as she sat back following the toss.

Aaron also noticed this and found himself intrigued and having to adjust his pants in order to make room for his growing erection. Aaron wasn't sure of her age but one thing was for certain she was Britney Spears younger sister and was definitely one hot piece of ass.

It was then he stole a glance to his right to see if anyone else was watching and he noted the stare of both the guys sitting next to him, their eyes fixed on Jamie-Lynn's legs.

Jamie-Lynn was too engrossed in the game, concentrating as best she could on trying to win some money. Unfortunately, her focus was severely clouded by the effects of the pot and alcohol, thus causing her to forget about her precarious attire.

It seemed she had forgotten to keep her legs carefully closed in front of these strangers. In order to maintain better balance Jamie-Lynn had absentmindedly let her thighs spread increasingly apart.

The spread of her legs caused the hem of her already short skirt to rise very high on her thighs, the back of her skirt exposing more and more of her hips and naked butt.

Aaron changed his glance to between the growing cleft between Jamie-Lynn's legs. He couldn't believe his eyes when he spied tiny wisps of dark blond vaginal hair becoming increasingly visible with each throw.

He felt his cock make a huge convulsive twitch when he finally realized this girl had nothing on beneath that flimsy skirt.

Aaron watched with rapt attention as Jamie-Lynn accidentally and completely exposed her vagina to him when she landed a quarter in the cup and spread her knees wide in unanticipated excitement.

"Woohooo! I got one!!" she let out.

Aaron quickly averted his lustful gaze as Jamie-Lynn looked at him with a triumphant, drunken smile.

Through her increasing mental haze she looked around the room taking account of all the men who had gathered round to watch her, and the game. In the far corner of the room she spied Britney.

Her sister was looking over her shoulder at Jamie-Lynn, clearly annoyed that she was having such a good time. Britney quickly turned her head, grabbed Kevin's arm and followed Aguilera, the host of the party, out towards the back of the house.

Jamie-Lynn smiled with drunken delight at her sister's jealousy. She turned away and went back to her game.

Eventually Jamie-Lynn found herself getting frustrated as her game play got worse and worse. It looked so easy, but she kept missing the cup and had already watched her drink get refilled twice.

Nevertheless, she was still having fun. At times she found herself laughing uncontrollably. She had actually won ten dollars and, best of all she seemed to be the life of the party.

By this time Jamie-Lynn had become the center of attention as about a dozen guys were now watching and cheering Jamie-Lynn on. Each time her blouse had opened up and her young breasts were taken in by lustful eyes.

With each throw her blouse slid further forward until, after a squeal of laughter by her from another near miss, her left breast slipped completely out and over the top of her blouse remaining exposed—her pink and erect nipple in clear view for all to see.

Additionally, all the men on the couch were treated to the sight of Jamie-Lynn's exposed vaginal lips—watching as they puckered and pouted with each move she made on the stool.

It was a sight to see.

Jamie-Lynn threw down another quarter, her young breast bouncing freely, and watched it land perfectly into Aaron's cup. Again Jamie-Lynn squealed with glee and threw herself back in triumph.

Unfortunately for her, this time the combination of pot and drink took its toll and she suddenly lost her balance and fell backwards over the stool—landing at the feet of the guys behind her.

Aaron watched as her legs flew up into the air, one foot crashing on the stool. He quickly rose to assist her as all the other guys drew in a quick breath as their eyes zeroed in on her completely exposed crotch.

Jamie-Lynn let out a low, alcohol-induced chuckle as she tried to take stock of her situation.

"Oh my God—how embarrassing!" she chuckled to herself.

She could tell something was in her face but was too far gone to realize it was the bottom of her blouse.

It had flipped up and over her face as she fell, leaving her breasts uncovered and exposed to the remorseless stares of the men around her. Aaron reached over and tried to grab her around the waist as the others took his cue and also started to reach for her.

Through her fuzzy head Jamie-Lynn could hear the voices of the men around her and could vaguely feel herself being touched.

She could feel, but not clearly discern, the many hands now on her, grabbing her hair, holding her neck, holding her thighs and groping her breasts. Another squeezed her ass while e someone else helped themselves to another handful of tit.

Aaron watched as all these horny hands touched and groped Jamie-Lynn, and he took a firm grasp of her—he didn't want to lose this girl to these vultures.

Aaron pushed through the guys to support her, as her head lazily lolled from side to side, and hoisted her to her feet. Thoroughly inebriated, Jamie-Lynn proved unable to stand on her own.

"Oh—" Jamie-Lynn murmured as Aaron picked her up and proceeded to move her to the couch, "I don't feel so good."

As Jamie-Lynn burped Aaron recognized what was about to happened and hurriedly hauled her towards the bathroom upstairs.

Jamie-Lynn let out a pungent stream of vomit just as Aaron heaved her through the bathroom door at the very last minute. There he closed the door behind them as she fell face first towards the toilet bowl.

"Wow, what a mess." he thought as Jamie-Lynn let out a second spurt into the toilet.

Aaron sat back on his haunches and looked at this girl.

There she was on her knees bent over the toilet—her blonde reddish streaked hair Mikegling into the bowl, her arms up over her head.

Her blouse now hiked up high on her body with the bottoms of her breasts peeking out beneath. Her ass also sway directly in front of him, half exposed from a too-short skirt. Aaron sighed and took this all in.

She really was a gorgeous young teen.

He then looked behind him, checked the security of the door, slowly placed his hands on the hem of her skirt and gently lifted it up, resting it on the small of Jamie-Lynn's back.

She meanwhile let out another heave as Aaron let his hand carefully drift down the small of her back and through the crack of her ass. There his fingers gently found the folds of her delicate pussy and let them slide deftly between.

Jamie-Lynn tried to respond but instead mumbled something incoherent and was overcome by another heave.

As her body convulsed once again, her ass shifted back and Aaron's probing fingers suddenly delved into Jamie-Lynn's teenage snatch—engulfing his digits.

Despite this Jamie-Lynn's heaves continued, as Aaron felt pressure building in his pants. Watching her seize his fingers so effortlessly—he simply HAD to fuck her.

He quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down his legs. His cock was rigid and he could feel the gloss of precum on the tip. Just then Jamie-Lynn raised her head and started to reach for some sort of support, but as she started to rise up, a gasp left her lips and she fell back into the bowl.

Jamie-Lynn had passed out.

Aaron quickly removed his hand from his cock and raised her head and held it in the crook of his arm. He looked at her pretty face, flush and wet, her eyes closed.

He also felt the new proximity of Jamie-Lynn's pussy to his prick. His cock now pressed against her bare buttocks as he took stock of the situation for a moment, giving second thought to what he wanted to do.

Just then, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Hey, is everything alright in there?" a sexy female voice bellowed.

It was apparently the host of the party, Christina Aguilera.

"Just fine, be right out—" Aaron yelled in reply.

"Damn, it's now or never," he thought to himself.

With that Aaron quickly spat on his fingers and lubricated the tip of his cock.

His hand then reached out and expertly found the lips of Jamie-Lynn's tight vagina. There he carefully spread the tender flesh with two fingers and with a flick of his hips he entered Jamie-Lynn's hole.

For her part Jamie-Lynn gave no response as Aaron reared back and gave her a second thrust—his cock delving further inside.

Aaron then put his free hand underneath Jamie-Lynn's chest, clutching her breast for balance as he gave the girl one mighty thrust, feeling his cock burrow all the way inside her warm, soft vagina.

"God she's tight—" he thought to himself.

It was the exact polar opposite to what he had been used to with the likes of Paris Hilton, Tara Reid, and Lindsay Lohan.

Aaron felt the wonderful feeling of being in this tight, sweet teenage pussy, and wasted no time. The fact that is was Britney Spears kid sister only increased his arousal. He quickly proceeded to thrust in and out of her with great fury as he continued to marvel at her tightness.

He was so excited he knew he wouldn't last long. And he didn't.

In minutes he felt his orgasm building and his balls tingle and knew it was time to pull out. But the sensation of her tight, velvety-smooth young pussy was overwhelming. Aaron unconsciously tried to steal one last thrust in this wonderfully tight vagina before he let his seed go, but his cock convulsed quicker than expected.

He came deep inside her pussy, only pulling out when half his load was spent.

Aaron let go of Jamie-Lynn, placing her head on the edge of the toilet and looked back between his legs. His cock gave one last convulsion and a string of semen spurted from its tip and splashed across her butt—landing directly in her ass crack.

He could see a white strand of semen leading from his cock to the entrance of Jamie-Lynn's vagina.

He smiled a delightfully devilish smile as he started putting his cock back into his pants. He had had his fill.

"Fuck it—if I can't have Britney Spears, I guess I'll just have to settle for the next best thing."

He began to remember there was a party in progress on the other side of the bathroom door, not to mention another Spears wandering around—and most probably looking for Jamie-Lynn.

He had to make a stealthy retreat and quick.

Aaron got a few towels and cleaned up some of the vomit around the toilet. He then rolled Jamie-Lynn off the bowl and onto her side between the toilet and the wall, putting the towels under her head.

He looked at her exposed body and pulled her blouse down over her breasts, but only pulled the hem of her skirt half way down, leaving part of her ass exposed. He then quickly washed his hands and turned to the door. There he listened intently, trying to determine if anyone was lurking on the other side.

Aaron impatiently waited for the right moment and opened the door and peered out. Most of the guys had gone back to the living room, but there were still two guys hovering near the bathroom—Mike and Pete.

"Hey man, how's she doing?" Mike asked with a smile.

In an attempt to throw them off, Aaron told them she was doing alright but asked to be left alone.

He then exited the bathroom, but not before locking the door behind him, and walked between the two guys and back out into the party. Meanwhile Mike watched Aaron leave and thought for a moment. He then decided he wasn't going to take Aaron at his word and moved to the bathroom door trying to open it.

Finding it locked he gently knocked on the door.

"Hey are you alright in there?"

Downstairs Aaron stepped into the kitchen to find himself face to face with Kevin and Britney Spears.

"Hey Aaron, I would like to introduce you to someone," said Christina, "Have you met Britney Spears before?"

"No, I can't say I have. Nice to meet you" he said while extending his hand.

"Yeah, great—" Britney flippantly replied.

She was clearly preoccupied in thought.

"Hey Kevin, have you seen J-Lynn around anywhere in the last few minutes?"

"Hang tight, I'll go check."

"Teenagers these days," Aaron shrugged, "What are you gonna do?"