Sexcapade — Britney & Justin The First Time

Posted by Saucy Sexy on November 11th, 2006 filed in Erotic Tales |

Britney was suddenly hit with a wave of shyness, causing her to look down and mumble, “Well, you know…” Then she rushed out, “Like I think we should go all the way this time. I mean, like, we’re all alone in my house. Your mom and my mom are shopping together and won’t be back till tonight. So like we practically have the place all to ourselves the whole afternoon.”

Justin was struck speechless for a moment before he managed to find his voice, which was an unromantic croak, “Are you sure, babe?”

Britney looked up and let her eyes say it. She nodded quietly. “I’m sure, Justin.”

Justin could only groan out, “Oh babe,” and bent his head to kiss her ravenously. But his plan went awry. With a giggle, Britney avoided his lips and gave him a playful push that forced him to sit at the edge of the bed.

He resisted a strong urge to curse and crush that soft sexy body against his, that same body that had been driving him crazy for years.

“Sit down, sweetie. I’m gonna give you a personal private performance you won’t forget.”

With a playful smile, Britney left him to get a chair, which she put in the middle of the bedroom’s open space, facing him. She nudged her sandals off and flung them across the room with a graceful flick of each foot.

Then she rummaged through her CDs, and before long Justin soon recognized the strains of her latest hit, the aforementioned ‘I’m a Slave 4U.’

Justin’s eyes popped wide open as Britney started dancing to the music. Since she had a lot of dance background, her body can pretty much do anything, a fact he was very thankful for at that very moment.

Although she has always maintained with the press that she never thought of herself as a sex symbol, she seemed to be bent on reminding him why she was considered to be one by both the male and female species.

His eyes were drawn to her hands as they ran through her blonde hair, over her ample chest, by the sides of her writhing hips, before ending on one of her feet balanced on top of the chair.

Britney looked over at him to make sure he was following her hands as they swept from her ankle to caress her thigh, before cupping her sex through the low-slung jeans that lovingly hugged her hips.

Her position forced her breasts to plump between the triangular frame of her straight arms, making Justin gasp in appreciation as they threatened the constraints of her pink-checkered blouse, which was being held together by flimsy looking knots right under her breasts, leaving her delectable cleavage and tasty tummy bare.

Britney brought her foot down, consequently making a tight trap for her hands, which Justin presumed to be stimulating her love box. His theory seemed to be correct, though, as Britney flung her head back and moaned.

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his blood rushing to his groin. But his stare never strayed far from her writhing curvy body, mesmerizing him with its heat and sexual energy. He almost shouted a protest when she suddenly spun to face away from him.

She looked over her shoulder to give him a reassuring wink, and went back to torturing him with her rolling hips, which only made him imagine of sinking his fingers into those very same hips before plunging his cock into her virgin pussy.

His breath caught in his throat as the indentation of her spine became longer, and then he belatedly realized that she must have released the snaps on her jeans.

As her undulating hips moved in circles, it prodded the blue material to slide lower. Justin silently urged the offending cloth to go down faster, but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it defied gravity and took its own sweet time.

He was ready to stand up and yank them down himself when Britney helped the process by giving the hipster a helpful push over the widest part of her hips, so that there was no way for the jeans to go but down, which it did with a sexy slither.

Justin’s fingers clawed the bed sheets to stop from grabbing for himself some of the sweetest ass on the planet. The globes of her behind were in perfect display in the thong panties she was wearing. They rode high on top of her muscular legs, toned from years of dancing. They were so rounded that he also had to grit his teeth to resist the urge to sink his teeth into the tempting flesh.

His fantasy was interrupted when Britney turned to stand facing her horny boyfriend. She was delighted to note that there was a noticeable bulge in his pants, for she had plans to make him even bigger and harder. She slowly sank on the chair right behind her, and made sure her legs were clamped together.

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