Britney The Slut – Her Early Awakening

The morning after Britney had screwed the daylight out of both myself and two of her female fans, we had breakfast on her tour bus and as we drank iced cappcuino with ginseng chasers ( which she claimed was good for sexual vitality ), Britney recounted some of her earlier erotic adventures to me.
When Britney was fifteen, she and a few of her friends on the cheerleading squad used to have extended make out sessions at her parent’s house when no one else was around. They all claimed it was so that they could be in practice when all of them became steadily involved with boys, but Britney readily admitted to me that she had enjoyed these encounters with other girls and that had become the beginning of her avowed bisexuality. Britney grew wistful, almost nostalgic as she described those languid pre-stardom days in Kentwood, Louisiana. Her eyse lighted up as she told me of kissing her best friend Stacey in parent’s bed as weeping willows pressed against the windows and a light summer rain beat down around the house.
Both she and Stacey had a not so secret desire for the captain of the basketball team, Lane. Lane topped well over six feet, with green eyes and jet black hair. He was also the first boy in Kentwood to get a tattoo. He had a girlfriend at a rival high school, but this did not faze Britney.
One day, after basketball practice, Britney trailed Lane up to the entrance of the boy’s locker room. She waited until she thought most of his teamates had finished showering. She knew that Lane was incredibly fastidious in his personal habits and that he would probably be the last one out of the locker room. ( As always, Britney did her research ).
Quickly stripping off her top, Britney entered the locker room. She held her cheerleading pom-poms in front of her budding young breasts for added sauciness. She kicked off her shoes and crept up to the sound of the nearest shower stall and peeked in. Sure enough, there was Lane, shampoo in his hair and spreading apricot exfoliant over his skin.
“Lane”, she whispered, and then giggled. He looked up from his washing. His mouth dropped open.
“Rah, rah ,sport”, she said, dropping the pom poms. Before he even had a chance to fully take in the situation, she had dropped to her knees and was blowing him. This was the first time she had ever done this. She had stolen her brother’s porn videos a week before and had studied them carefully. Although the idea had initially repulsed her, she found herself enjoying the act as she actually did it. A familiar wetness began to seep down her thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. She ignored his initial panicked protests as she took him in. As for Lane, he quickly stopped worrying about his girlfriend in the town over.
Britney didn’t realize that one of his teammates was still in the locker room. He stuck his head into the shower area to investigate the slurping noises he had heard. There was that stuck up Britney girl giving the team captain a blow job. And she was only wearing a skirt! This was too much for the other ball playe, he got hard immediately. He snuck up on the two of them and before either Britney or Lane realized what was happening, he penetrated Britney’s tight asshole with one hard shove.
Britney squealed in pain, but as Lane’s teamamate began to move back and forth inside her, she began to enjoy it.Lane had yanked his cock out of Britney’s mouth when this had happened, fearing she would bite down on it in her surprise. He slid down to the floor and plunged himself into Britney’s throbbing wet pussy. The three of them slid about on the floor, soaked in a mixture of soap, water and then, within minutes, streams of come from the two boys. Britney was bleeding slightly from the sudden intrusions into her previously untouched holes, but the pleasure quickly began to out weigh the pain. After the first initial wave of climaxes, the three of them lay on the floor to catch their breath. Before long, she began to masturbate the two boys until they were hard again. Lane took Britney doggy style while she blew his friend until she swallowed her first ever load. Before Lane came again, Britney turned around and begged him to come on her breasts, he obliged her with pleasure.
After this Britney got up and ran to the girl’s locker room. She did not feel the need to engage in unecessary small talk with either of the boys. In the locker room she quickly changed, forgoing a shower. She wanted to keep herself as natural as possible for a rendezvous with Stasea that night. Her cheerleading skirt was completely destroyed, soaked with come, water and blood. She bunched it up and threw it into a plastic bag, which she later stowed in her bedroom closet as a souvenier of that unforgettable afternoon.
That night she had Stacey come by her house. She triumphantly showed Stacey the skirt and then had Stacey lick the mixture of dried come and sweat off of her. It had been a day to remember, and set off Britney’s insatiable appetite for both boys and girls.