Satisfaction Guaranteed

From her plush pad in Sta. Monica, pop teen diva Britney Spears was on the phone talking with 'J', that's Justine Timberlake, her beau, pouring out her disgust over a tabloid write-up that said she had become the role model for sluts.

"Gosh, these people don't seem to care for other people's feelings," Britney had told J. This was the result of her 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' performance onstage where in she was media bashed for wearing a very revealing attire.

"I mean who gave them the right to judge people? I know I'm not a role model for anyone, I know me, and I'm not a perfect individual. I am an entertainer and when I go up on stage it's none of their business what I wear or what I should wear. I'm a grown up girl and..." Her voice trailed off into sobs.

"Yeah, yeah, I agree with you a hundred per cent sugar, just be yourself sugar, don't mind those friggin' dweebs and believe me who are these paltry individuals compared to your countless fans? Forgive my language but fuck 'em! They're not the ones buyin' your records! Look, sugar I know how hard you worked your ass for that show and I'm so proud of you, there's no one in this planet who could pull out that kind of talent like Britney Spears! Yes, sugar, you're the greatest! One of a kind and I love you!"

"I love you too and I wanna see you J." Britney said.

"Hey, anytime sugar. I'm just right here fixing my den, in fact I am dedicating this to you," J said.

"Oh, wow, way cool," impressed. "Wanna have sex?" Britney asked.

J was stunned and held away the receiver from his ear. He couldn't believe what he heard—SEX? Britney asking for it at last? Kiss my dick! He lost his words and went, "ah...ahh."

"Get naked, I'm on my way!" she chuckled. J was stunned when she hung up.

Less than half an hour later, the pop diva herself alighted from her SLR 500 Mercedes Benz and flew into the arms of J waiting at the front entrance of his house. She was dressed in a tattered denim jacket, ribbed midriff underneath and a stretch mini skirt that encased her voluptuous hips and meaty thighs.

"J, my honey bunch, hmmm—you smell so good." Britney hugged him kissing him exuberantly. J was casually dressed in red crew-neck shirt and white dropping down pants and smelling of Davidoff.

"Glad you're here sugar," J said twirling her around in the air. When he eased her down, they entered his house and proceeded to the den.

"Oh, my God! It's fantastic!" Britney gasped, so surprised. The cozy den was made of rich wooden interior adorned by neon signs of famous American products, like Pepsi, Snickers, Budweiser, and posters of comic book heroes like Captain America, Batman, and Spiderman. A Fender Strat and a vintage dart hung by the wall. A rare Wurlitzer jukebox, pin ball machines, a billiard table, a bar on the corner with a huge flat TV set and quite unique, a split in the middle Thunderbird convertible whose backseat was used as a couch. Who could ask for anything more? Topping up these glitzy adornments were two big back-lighted portraits of Britney that J unveiled before her – one beautiful close up and a full body shot in concert action.

"Wow! Amazing! Where didja get these pictures? I've never seen 'em before. I look fabulously cool in that outfit, one of my favorites," Britney gushed.

"Sugar, to me, you're the most beautiful babe who's ever walked the face of the earth," J acclaimed coming up behind her holding her shoulders and letting her feel his boner.

"Oh J, I am deeply flattered you're so sweet," turning to him and kissing his lips profusely. When she eased her lips from him, she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it away nonchalantly. Her bosomy chest impressed she had no bra underneath her top. J licked across his lips as he stared at her nipples that stuck out like bullets through the cotton fabric of her top.

"Sugar, how about signing on these portraits?" J said handing her a Pentel pen he took from his pocket.

"Like I'd hesitate," Britney said releasing the cap and scribbling To Big J, My love 4 U is forever!!!  Britney Spears 2001. And to the next, and ever! Lve, Britney Spears 2001.

"How's that? Like it?"

"I love it!" J said nodding. Then they kissed once more, this time, long and hard for a minute.

When they gasped for air, Britney eyed the vintage jukebox. "Does that thing really play?" she said and walked towards it. She leaned over flaunting her lush bottom to J's alert eyes.

"Yeah," J replied.

"Ok, like I choose and press, right?"

"Simple as that," J replied and dropped a quarter in the slot. "Most of the songs there are rock oldies."

"Yeah, I know...now let's see...aha...think I got it."

She pressed the coded button for "Start Me Up" by the Rolling Stone. "Boy, this one's got the beat that can't be beat," she said and shimmied to the funky riff as it came on.

Britney jerked her way to the billiard table. Excitedly, she picked up a cue stick and swept up her gaze over the green top. J immediately racked up the 15 balls in a triangle and Britney placed the cue-ball on the head spot. Britney treated the cue tip with that blue cube chalk.

"J, check this out, I'm good at playing stick and balls." She licked her lips and winked at him as she addressed the table with the cue stick.

She bent and struck dispersing the balls all over then jerked up her knee in the air at the impact she made. "Yesss!" she shouted. Two balls rolled into the two corner pockets. Then, she aimed and pocketed number one in one swift stroke. "See, that's one, and..." she squealed.

The next shot called for an angle that she had to lean forward deeply. Her skirt rode up flaunting an eyeful of her thong panties. J winced at the sight and felt his dick rocket to the moon.

Britney hit the number 2 ball and it zipped toward a side pocket knocking the number 8 which rolled into a corner pocket. J clapped his hands.

"Hey, I didn't know you play like a hustler!" J was surprised.

"Satisfied?"

No reason for J to disagree. Britney outstretched her hands in the air and wiggled her butt.

The song ended and Britney leaned her ass against the side of the table. Then she brought one bent knee up on the ledge showing up front her white thong panties to J. She held the stick between her legs and slightly rubbed it against her crotch. As she did that her eyes glanced down to his tented front pants.

"You know when I was about 8 or 9, I remember I coaxed some neighborhood boys my age to get to show me their...she said, trailing off discreetly. "'Let me see it!' I was so curious." She giggled. "They don't want but I was so determined. So one day I cajoled the one that I had a crush on bribing him a G. I. doll just so he'd show it to me."

"And the result?" J asked.

"He'd show his doodle, but he wouldn't kiss me," she said giggling and tossing her head back her blonde sexy hair cascading down. She pushed herself back to sit her full ass entirely.

"Why do you do that?" J asked picking up his own cue stick and bending to the table to address the object ball trying to divert his sexual tension.

"I don't know maybe because mine is different and at that time I want to be like one of 'em boys. I like their games, their ideas..."

"Did you show yours?" J asked making a side-spin shot pocketing the number three ball.

"Whoa, nice shot, uh!" Britney flinched and, "No, they never asked, they weren't interested," she laughed.

J looked into her eyes as she put away the cue stick behind her.

"Would you be interested if I show you mine?" Britney asked.

Man, the last thing in the world J needed is persuasion. Britney's playing a dangerous tease. She had this nagging conviction that she'd walk down the aisle with her virginity intact. How many times had she given him blue balls? Finally she wanted to loose it and J's heart pounded in his chest.

J picked up her hand and placed it across his chest. "Feel it?" He asked.

"Aha..." she nodded.

"You're making me all excited," he added in a whispery tone.

"Did I sound like a slut when I popped you that question, J?"

"Beats me."

"J, If I say that by looking at you makes my panties wet, would you think I am a dirty slut?"

"My sugar babe, if I say I'd have a giant hard-on just by hearing that from you, would you say that I am a dirty guy?"

"Yes, down and dirty," Britney giggled and groped for his hard on."

"Ok, that's really me thank you very much," he laughed dryly as her hand massaged his bulge.

"Hmmm I like this. Would you still respect me in the morning if I give you a blowjob?" she asked as she loosened the drawstring of his pants and slipped her hand inside to feel more of him.

"Of course. Would you tremble, if I lick your pussy?"

"Gee we're talking dirty here," she giggled. "If you do that I'll faint or die with pleasure," Britney sighed leaning back on her elbows and showing J all the more of her thong that never could go wrong.

"How'd you know?" J said.

"I know. You're tongue is a deadly weapon," she giggled under her breath.

J laughed dirty. "Really?"

"How about giving me a sample here on the billiard table?" Britney said patting her hand on the green top.

J moved up to her and placed his hand over one bent knee. His other hand went directly to her fat pussy and caressed it through the thong fabric.

"J, this is the night I'm giving myself to you because I love you," Britney purred sensing the wetness creeping between her legs as his fingers worked on her magic button. Touched by an overwhelming desire J kissed her with ardor. Britney put her arms around his neck and welcomed his questing kiss as well as his probing fingers. Delicious! Their spirits soared.

Britney nuzzled her lips on his ear and invoked her feelings. "Fuck me J. I decided not to wait for the marriage 'cause I can't hold back anymore. I want to be spontaneous with what I feel and what I'd like to do. I think I am old enough to be responsible for any wrong or right that I do. You and I know what tremendous pressure it is to suppress sex when we're going together like this. Now I am ready to go all the way," she said trembling at the onslaught of his deft fingers delving into her most secret part.

"I'll go insane if I wait a second more," J said running kisses on her cheek, ear and neck.

"Sex is the dance of life," Britney said, her heart swelling with desire. "Without it there is no choreography in life. Like in a dance, if there's no choreography, then it's gonna be dull," she sighed and laid herself down on the tabletop.

"Then I'll make this night special... the night we won't forget," J said gluing his eyes over her sensational face and body.

J picked the remote and extended his arm to the direction of his CD player and clicked it on for Britney's mellow hit song 'Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know.' The music engulfed the whole room.

Arching her back and feeling her fulsome breasts, J wanted to possess her with startling force and yet kept his raging feelings under wraps. He wanted to take his time, watch her hot body moves, besides he wanted yet to be gentle in breaking her in. All the girls he'd tasted before were those backstage girls all ready for hot action, hence his acts had always been fast and furious. Now he wanted to do it longer and of course special.

"J, I'm a bad ass girl tonight but treat me gently, huh?"

"Why? Scared?" he croaked.

"No, I meant I want to feel every inch of the sensation of making love. I want it gentle not so fast but put a little bit of roughness into it," Britney said touching her wet pussy through her panties with her thighs closing up on her hand.

"Don't worry sugar, I'll be as gentle as I can," J said.

"Oh...Mother...Mary," Britney murmured, lying on her elbows across the green top, chin up. The now shirtless J was chewing her nipples over her bosomy chest.. Her areolas pebbled and her nipples swelled to hard peaks as J played his tongue over and around them. Britney's heart was pounding in her ears and she was breathing hard through her opened mouth.

J slid her skirt out of the way. The stringed thong that lay bare left nothing to imagination. J decided to nibble her inner thighs first. "Gosh, you smell so good," J said in between kissing up her thighs to his prime destination. Britney moaned as her body anticipated the unbearable sensation.

When J reached her mons, he swirled his lips over the tender flesh through the thong and absorbed the heat of her arousal. Britney closed her eyes, flared her nose and hissed. "J, I'm so turned on," Britney uttered in a struggling tone. "Please," she begged. "Take off the damn thong."

"We'll get there in time, sugar."

Her fingers raked through the back of his head as he reclaimed her sweet aching nipples. While he was damping hot kisses on her face and especially on her moist quivering lips, his fingers kept teasing through her sheer thong. If only her clit can scream for mercy at his tormenting fingers, it would have done so.

At last she lifted her ass and pressed her sumptuous thighs together as J eased down her thong. When the thong was rid off, J parted the knees slowly revealing her pussy that millions of boy fans and boy bands would kill for to see—creamy twin pulp of flesh, shaven, and smooth as a baby's ass. The inner lips peeped out from the cleft like an opening of a pink kimono sleeve. It was pure joy to behold, breathtaking, ripe, moist and ready.

"You shave it all?"

"Don't you like it?"

"I do. I just didn't get to find out the color of your muff."

"It's darker than my hair on top. I was only trimming it last night when I decided to get rid of them all. I think it's sexy, if you can imagine it."

"I can easily imagine it," he said as his fingers traced the plump lips, caressing the configuration of her inner lips and bringing the moisture over the swelling clit hood. Britney smelled so good there, a mixture of some blossom powder, and an honest to goodness pussy scent. J felt damned lucky he's the first guy to touch her there and taste it.

J buried his face in between her legs and explored her fresh, young pussy through his lips and tongue. Britney's eyes drifted closed and her lips parted and trembled as his tongue flicked wonderful sensation around her bud of desire. Britney bucked her hips, squeezing her thighs against his ears, as she absorbed all that excruciating pleasurable sensation.

"Omigod! J...I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...ohhhh..." Britney was palming atop J's buzzed head and clutching his shoulder arm as she braced for the climax.

J responded to Britney's blissful announcement by sucking her clit. She was wincing, breathing hard in her seductive open mouth, feeling within her a savage ecstasy she'd never known.

"Oh my god J...J...Oh...Oh...Oh J slowdown, I think I'm going out of control or something," she groaned anxiously.

J raised his mouth and grinned. "Don't worry sugar, everything's working the way it's supposed to."

At last she came and her hips lifted off above the green top her hands white-knuckled as she clutched his arms that enclosed her thighs and hips. She took the tormenting pleasure with audible moans. She never came that hard before. Well, it was more powerful than the first time she played doctor to herself under the sheet when she was 13 or 14. Then her hips dropped back on the table as her shuddering climax dissipated. "Omigod, that was so, so like dying good," she muttered, stretching herself luxuriously on the green top.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it," J smiled and pushed himself away and stepped a bit backward without pulling his eyes at her sopping pussy. With an enthusiastic urge, Britney rose from the table and dropped to her knees before him as she stared at his thickened dick largely imposed through his snug shorts. His pants had fallen down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She tugged at his shorts and his cock sprang out like a javelin. Britney was mesmerized and her heart squealed when she grabbed the shaft stroking it from tip to root in corkscrew motion, greased by his pre-cum.

Britney licked the tip of his cock thoroughly then took him in her mouth. Her head moved back and forth trying to get all of him inside her mouth but she couldn't. But by instinct Britney easily learned how to pleasure him by swirling her tongue around the head and milking it. Britney pressed his cock to his belly and reached for his balls with her lips, licking and tea-bagging each one in her mouth. J groaned at every degree of pleasure she was rewarding him.

"Are you ready to lose your precious virginity?" J struggled to ask.

"Are you kidding, I'm too prepped up now to back out," she said in a low sexy voice.

"Then let's get it on before I burst here. I'll just get a condom."

"No J. I took a pill before I came here."

Britney rose and sat on the ledge of the billiard table. She gazed down at his cock feeling it slide and throb against her belly. J reached under her left thigh to wrap her leg around his hips. He pushed aside the other leg and then rubbed his dick back and forth along the cleft of her pussy lips bombarding her with lush sensations. The lips gave in as his cock finally drove in inch by inch letting her feel the power of its dimension and desire. J pumped at half entry. Britney spread her pussy lips with one hand and watched excitedly his cock moved back and forth into her love tunnel. Her pleasure raced with en ever-building rhythm. J was beading with perspiration as he felt the barrier of her virginity yielding off to his full throttle of pumping her.

At last J set his left foot up at the table over her spread right thigh. This time his dick burrowed deeply with long steady strokes. Britney entwined her arms around him pushing his head down to hers so their lips fused. She felt some pain but it was quickly smothered with pleasure as J made his thrust steady and sure.

"Stay longer inside me J," she said absorbing the heat of their passion. J was on top of her plunging into her in the missionary position.

"Gosh, I don't know if I could stand this longer," J muttered breathlessly.

"Oh god, we'll do this often J, won't we?"

The taped music was gone and only the erotic sound of sticky noises of their coupling permeated the room.

"Yeah, sugar, god this is terrific."

"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "I'm coming again...I'm commingggg..." Britney was delirious her eyes rolling beneath her lashes. J could see how juicy her pussy had become, coating his dick like its been dipped in oil.

J pumped away and Britney couldn't believe the tumultuous waves of pleasure rolling within her. She was abandoning herself into the realm of passion. "Oh, J this feels utterly great." J became more inflamed. With the faster pace, she tightened her grasp around his hardness feeling the sheer awesome pleasure spreading all over her body.

"J, how about me on top like we see on those movies with steamy bed scenes."

"Good idea," he said like he could go the distance. So they exchanged places. Britney straddled his hips and moved like she was on a horse for an afternoon trot. Wow. She was exhilarated mastering every down thrust she executed.

Their flesh slammed against each other as J meet up her down thrust. J could no longer hide his uneasiness about his impending orgasm and he announced it.

"This is it Britney, can't hold back anymore!" He uttered. Britney felt his cock spurted his seed inside her jolting her with a tsunami of pleasure. Both groaned into a torrent of ecstasy as their orgasm tore through their writhing bodies.

Later they ate pepperoni pizza with portobello mushrooms, bell peppers and mozarella cheese spread all over. J took a beer and Britney a Seven-Up. They chatted about their careers and their experiences on the road. Soon after, they were hot again and made love much longer on the Thunderbird couch like minks.