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Christina was shocked to say the least to feel Britney's lips on hers. She quickly pushed the girl off of her.
"What the fuck was that?" Christina demanded but before Britney could answer her, Christina was kissing her right back. This time it was an impulse on Christina's part, but Britney's lips had felt good on her. Christina grabbed Britney's head and forced her tongue right into her mouth. Britney responded to that action and did the same, allowing Christina's tongue to massage hers in a passionate kiss.
Britney loosened her hold on Christina enough for her to get up off her back so they were now face to face. The kiss never stopped and in fact this allowed them to get better access to one another. All the white-hot rage they had been feeling over one another was now being replaced with passion and desire.
The girls didn't speak for the next few minutes. They did all their talking with the hot, passionate kisses they kept exchanging with one another. Their hands never strayed lower than their faces as the caressed each other and continued to kiss, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths.
They finally separated and pulled away so they could catch their breath. Britney and Christina also took this moment to let their brains catch up to their libidos. They both looked at each other warily, as if they were sizing up the other's true intentions. Both girls shared a look a look of lustful confusion.
"What the fuck are we doing?" Britney muttered. She couldn't tell of Christina heard her or not.
"Well well well, so the little virgin likes girls, huh?" Christina declared, still catching her breath after the kisses. Britney felt a wave of embarrassment cover her and she blushed before realizing something that made all her shame go away.
"So do you sweetie," Britney as she pointed to Christina's nipples, hard and pointing straight out against her black bra top. "You look like you like girls a lot."
"So what if I do?" Christina sneered, but in a much less cruel manner than before. Now she was getting playful. "You got a problem with that Brit Brit? You got a problem with how much I love pussy? How much I love fucking other girls? What exactly are you going to do about it?"
"What do you want me to do about it?" Britney challenged, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She couldn't believe this was happening, but right now she wanted Christina. She wanted her bad.
"What if I want you to get on your knees and eat my pussy Britney?" Christina grinned wickedly. "Would you do that or are you too much of a good girl? What if I wanted you to get down here and lick my wet little pussy like the slut you are Britney?"
Britney squirmed on the floor and Christina noticed her reaction immediately. Her anger was now gone and Christina was forced to suddenly see, like a light bulb going off over her head, what she should have known all along. She wanted Britney too. She wanted to fuck her over and over again until they were both all cummed out.
"You want that too, don't you?" Christina pressed, getting closer to Britney until their chests were touching. "Is that what you want Britney? You wanna fuck me?"
"Maybe," Britney grinned, acting coy. As much as she wanted Christina right then, she didn't want to give in to her right away. She wanted to play a little hard to get and have Christina reach out and take her. That was exactly what Christina did as she reached over and began to touch Britney through her black panties. She began to gently rub her pussy and Britney gasped and began to squirm.
"Ohhhhh your pussy is getting wet Britney," Christina said in delight. "You naughty little girl. You want this bad, don't you? Britney Spears wants her pussy fucked by another chick."
"Yessssss..." Britney moaned as Christina continued to rub her through her panties. "I want you Chrissy! Is that what you want to hear? Fuck! I want you so bad!"
"Ohhh yess that's what I want to hear you bad little girl," Christina groaned in desire. "I want to hear how bad you want to have your pussy fucked by a nasty slut like me!"
"Mmm just don't stop," Britney urged. "Don't stop rubbing me!"
"You're such a whore Britney," Christina stated, her voice soaked in desire for her rival. "Acting like a virgin all the time when all you want to do is spread your legs for another chick. How does it feel Britney? How does it feel to have me rubbing your tight pussy through your little slut panties?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh it feels goooooooood....soooooooooo fucking gooooooood," Britney groaned as Christina picked up speed in her rubbing. She now lifted Britney's panties up and twisted them so she could easily slide them between Britney's not quite virginal slit and really give her pussy something to get wet over. It certainly did the trick and Britney's black g-string was quickly soaked with girl juice.
Britney spread her legs open and sat herself up, resting her weight on her palms to give Christina a better opportunity to rub her harder. She was so wet and desired Christina so bad right now. Even though she had just discovered girls a few days ago, Britney was kicking herself. She and Christina had wasted so much time fighting when they could have been fucking. Doing this with her rival made Britney want to be everything they said she and Christina were. She wanted to be nasty and slutty. She wanted that so much.
Now that Christina could finally own up to the fact that she wanted Britney and had wanted her since that night when Rose had dragged her to the ladies room of the club and shown her everything women could do to one another, she was ready to let all her desires cream out of her pussy. Her fingers were getting wet and sticky with Britney's juices and Christina wanted to just lick them clean before burying her face in Britney's muffin and giving her the best head she'd ever gotten. Right now Christina shared the same thought that Britney did...no more fighting, never again...just fucking.
Christina stared right into Britney's eyes as she rubbed her to ecstasy. Britney's face was flushed with lesbian desire, sweat was coming from her forehead and her eyes were shimmering pools of lust. Britney was thrusting herself onto Christina's rubs and it was making her heavy breasts bounce under her t-shirt. There was no bra holding them back and Christina wanted to see more.
"Take your shirt off Britney," Christina commanded. "Show me those gorgeous tits of yours. Show me what all the boys fucking drool over."
Britney was happy to show Christina the twins and it didn't take a second more of convincing for Britney to strip her t-shirt off over her head, revealing her two bouncing tits. Seeing Britney's ultra-sensitive breasts with the rock-hard nipples that capped them got Christina going even more and she really began sliding the panties into Britney's pussy. She was sawing back and forth with the black panties, rubbing right against Britney's swollen clit and leaving the girl desperate to see some girl flesh of her own.
"Now...now you..." Britney gasped. "Show me...c'mon Chrissy. I want to see your boobs too!"
"Yeah? You wanna see my titties Britney?" Christina teased. "Then make me show them to you! Get my clothes off!"
Britney grinned as she heard that. She wanted nothing more than to get Christina naked so she could see her young, beautiful body. She pushed herself forward, not letting Christina pull her hand away from between her legs and laid a big, sloppy kiss on her lips. Britney was now far from the shy girl Jessica had seduced a few days earlier in New York. Now she eagerly slid her tongue into Christina's mouth and let her new lover suck on it. While they kissed, Britney reached around back and undid the bra top. She pulled it away and exposed Christina's bare breasts.
"You like Britney?" Christina asked. "You like my big, fake titties?"
"Yes, ohhh yes I do Chrissy," Britney answered. "They're beautiful. Almost as nice as my tits."
Instead of getting angry over that crack, Christina grinned. The more she saw of this side of Britney, the more Christina saw that she didn't just have a mere friend in Britney, she had a serious fuck buddy. Someone she could hang out with and, when the mood struck, invite over for some serious pussy licking.
"Slut," Christina playfully shot back. "My tits are way better. Now get that pretty face of yours on them. Suck on my big tits Britney."
"Make me," Britney challenged with a smile and Christina was more than willing to do just that. She grabbed Britney by the hair and forced her face down into her cleavage. Christina was doing her own fair share of bouncing now as she continued to rub Britney's pussy and her newly enhanced breasts slapped Britney's happy face over and over again as she kissed and licked the large mounds.
Christina continued to hold Britney down by her blonde hair while her hand got wetter and wetter from her new lover's juicy pussy. Britney's horny tongue darted all over Christina's breasts and down to her hard little pebble nipples. She hadn't had much of a chance to play with Jessica's tits that one time and she was going to make up for it here. She was going to play with Christina's chest until her titties were sore.
"Yeah Britney yeahhhh," Christina sighed happily. "Suck on my tits. Ohhhh you're such a naughty girl Britney. Work your tongue over my nipples. Suck on them hard! Yessss Britney! Bite them a little! Bite my nips!"
Britney did as she was instructed, biting on Christina's nipples and tugging on them with her mouth. She did it carefully, so as not to draw pain, just pleasure from her friend. Of course it was getting harder for Britney to focus on things because of how wet her pussy was getting. Her insides were churning in good way and Britney loved how it felt to have her own panties slide inside her pussy. She had always found playing with herself a good outlet as she tried to hold onto her virginity and she had loved getting her panties nice and wet by sliding them between her pussy lips. Now Christina was doing it better than she ever could and Britney found herself close to coming.
"Ohhhhhhh Chrissy...rub me!" Britney cried out. "Rub my naughty little pussy! Ooooooooh you're making me so wet!"
"Yeah I can feel how wet you are," Christina shot back before kissing Britney's lips again as an outlet for her own arousal. "Your tight little pussy is so fucking wet. Come for me Britney! I want you to soak your slutty panties with your pussy cream so you will always know that it was me who made you come so fucking hard!"
"Yesssssssssss!" Britney hissed. "That's what I want! Fuck me Chrissy! Make me come like a slut!"
"Oh you'll come alright," Christina promised as she rubbed Britney with extra force. "You'll come like the fucking slut you are! You like hearing that, don't you? You love being called a slut!"
Britney enthusiastically nodded her head as she moaned from Christina's rubbing. Her panties were probably ruined by now, but she was going to keep them forever so she could always remember this moment and how hot it was to be fucking Christina Aguilera. She was so close and she didn't want Christina to let up one bit of her rubbing.
"Come for me slut!" Christina groaned. "That's what we both are! Naughty fucking sluts! You and me Britney! Hot little lesbian whores! Come for me Britney! Soak your panties with your hot girlcum and drip onto my fingers!"
Britney shuddered at the lewd request and did her best to make it happen. It felt so awesome to be rubbed like this and Britney just wished she could really get a good view of what was happening to her. She wanted to see how Christina had her legs open and how she was rubbing her twisted up black panties between her pussy lips, scraping against the soft fur of her bush. It felt so good to have that twisted mess of what used to be her black g-string from Victoria's Secret rubbing against her hard clit, the force of Christina's movements really getting her clitty throbbing. Britney loved it all and her orgasm was so close.
"Yessssssss Chrissy yessssssss!" Britney yelped. "Ohhhhh I love it! I love being a lesbian! Rub me Chrissy! Rub my hot creamy pussy! I wanna come! Make me come!"
Britney continued to babble and bounce on the floor of the dressing room, her breasts jiggling up and down in a very erotic sight. Christina just had to kiss her again and she enveloped Britney's lips, kissing her deeply as their bare tits bounced into one another in a battle of the pop star implants. The tittie bumping only stimulated both girls more and now Christina had both of her hands on Britney's panties. She had them on both ends of the twisted side of them and was able to drag it up and down over Britney's pussy with more consistency. It was more than Britney could take.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Britney squealed in orgasmic heaven. "YESSSSSSSSS OHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
As Christina continued to rub, Britney did indeed soak her panties with her pussy cream. Christina delighted in feeling Britney's hot girl cream as she came. She loved how it soaked her fingertips along with the panties she had been using to stimulate her and Christina knew that soon enough she'd be tasting that yummy cum all over her tongue.
Britney writhed on the floor as she came, gasping for breath and expanding as much energy as she could as her juices even began to drip a little down her thighs. Luckily Christina was there to lick her clean with her tongue. When the last tremor of pleasure left her young body, Britney fell flat onto her back.
"Whoa," Britney giggled.
"Is that all you can say?" Christina mocked. "Whoa?"
"What do you want me to say?" Britney inquired, her body glistening with sweat and desire.
"How about 'Thank you Christina for making me come. May I please eat your sweet little snatch?'" Christina suggested with a smile.
"Oh thank you Christina for making me come," Britney playfully repeated, pulling herself up off the floor so she was face to face with Christina again. "May I please eat your sweet little snatch?"
"Maybe," Christina teased. "I don't know if you can handle a pussy this hot!"
"I want to try," Britney said, biting her lip in desire. "Please let me prove myself to you Chrissy. I can make you come so nice."
"You'd better," Christina moaned in delight upon seeing Britney's complete desire for her. "Or else I'll have to spank that hot little ass of yours."
"What makes you think I wouldn't like that too?" Britney purred with a gaze combining pure sex and youthful innocence that had Christina almost panting with lust. Christina lay up against the wardrobe and let Britney eye her in her topless state. Christina had left the button of her frayed jeans open and let the black leather belt she wore keep them from falling down around her ankles.
Christina's enhanced chest looked very hot on her slim body. It kind of reminded Britney of how good Jessica looked naked and waiting for her tongue. Britney wanted to make Christina feel as good as she had made Jessica feel. She crawled over to Christina and kissed her hard on the lips as she straddled her half dressed body.
"Can I touch you Chrissy?" Britney asked sexily. "Can I please get you naked and fuck you so sweet?"
"Oh God yes you can do that you little whore," Christina moaned. "Don't make me wait Britney! My pussy is so wet for you!"
Britney then peered down and saw the growing darkness on the crotch of Christina's jeans. Damn, she was wet. Britney felt herself craving Christina's taste, but she didn't indulge herself right away. Instead she went first to Christina's tits, licking the heavy mounds and teasing her pierced nipples. Christina's love of piercings was nothing new, but this was the first time Britney had been able to see them up close. Her nipples and belly button were done and when they kissed Britney loved how her belly piercing rubbed against Christina's in a little clickity clack of metal.
Britney was all over Christina's breasts, flicking her tongue over those metal covered nipples and around the curve of her tits. Christina was loving it from the way she moaned and caressed Britney's blonde hair. Britney was so happy inside that they were finally friends again, even if it had come this most unusual way. While Britney was tonguing and sucking on her lover's chest, she was busily reaching down with her hands to get that belt undone.
It was like this was the main barrier to her getting at Christina's honeypot and Britney's hands fumbled around as she tried to undo the belt while her eyes and mouth were concentrating on Christina's bare chest. Finally Britney was able to get the belt unhooked and got the jeans open. She pushed them down and delighted in what she saw underneath. First off, Christina hadn't worn any panties and second she was completely shaved. Britney had wanted to try something like that, but hadn't had the nerve to shave off all of her little bush yet.
"You like it Britney?" Christina asked. "You like my sweet little shaved pussy? I want you to lick it Britney. Lick my hot cunny! Fuck me like only another woman can! C'mon Britney! Lick me!"
"Impatient little brat," Britney smiled, laying another loving peck on Christina's lips before kissing down her tummy. She remembered she had liked it when Jessica had flicked at her belly piercing with her tongue and she did the same to Christina here, batting around the little belly ring with her tongue and getting Christina cooing for more.
"Yessss Britney...ohhhh you're tongue feels so good," Christina moaned. "Mmmm I need to feel that on my pussy! Don't make me wait Britney! I need to feel you lick me!"
Britney got a kick out of how Christina could switch personalities from the fire spewing bitch she had been before to the bratty girl begging for a good licking. Britney had never seen anything like that but she was so deep in lust with Christina that she didn't care how she acted as long as she had a chance to lick her honey. Britney finished pulling off Christina's jeans. They were flared down at the end, so it was easy to slip them off without pulling off Christina's black stiletto heel boots. Christina looked so hot completely naked except for those boots and Britney wanted to leave her that way.
Now that she was naked in all the places that matter, Britney gave in to Christina's needs. Britney pulled away from her belly button and went down to her thighs. She was still inexperienced at all of this but she heeded to the 'If it feels good to me, it will feel good to her' philosophy. She kissed around Christina's thighs, getting close but never getting to her pussy. Britney marveled at the little droplets of cream that clung to Christina's bare lips. She had to taste them, so she did. Britney gave Christina's pussy a quick swipe with her tongue, licking her clean in the process.
"Mmmmmmmmmm yessss..." Christina moaned. "Lick me Britney! Lick up all my slut cream!"
Britney observed that apparently she wasn't the only one who seemed to get a kick out of acting all slutty and nasty. And while it made her hot to be called that, Christina seemed to take it to the next level, reveling in being a slut. Britney liked that a lot and she wanted to make Christina feel as slutty as she wanted to be.
As Christina moaned and began feel the heat inside her boil over, Britney began to lick at her again. She licked slowly at first, as if she were getting used to Christina's flavor, and those tongue strokes began to pick up more speed and force. Soon Britney was happily lapping away at Christina's snatch while the pierced pop star exclaimed her pleasure.
"Ohhhhh yesssss Britney...ohhhhhhhh baby you have an amazing tongue," Christina cooed. "I wanna feel that thing all the way in my pussy Britney! God I love it! I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!"
Christina's shouted last statement echoed throughout the room and might even have escaped for the outside world to hear. But it wasn't like Christina cared. She just cared that Britney Spears, of all people, was licking her pussy and it felt so good. That tongue slipped in past her slit and began licking away at her pussy with plenty of energetic exuberance.
"Fuck me Britney!" Christina commanded. "Tongue fuck my slutty pussy! Yesssssssss I love it! Don't stop Britney! Only girls really know how to eat pussy and you're so fucking good at it baby!"
Christina's cries were driving Britney wild. She loved hearing that she was good at this. She wanted to be good at eating pussy. Since she considered herself a lesbian now she had to be. She loved the way Christina tasted. It was different from the way Jessica was, but she loved it all the same. Britney let her tongue explore the wet, pink folds of Christina's cunt and when she found her clit she went right after the aroused bud.
"AHHHHH YEAHHHH RIGHT ON MY CLIT!!!" Christina yelled, her hands clamped right to Britney's head, holding her by her blonde locks right between her legs. "FUCK ME BRITNEY!!! EAT MY PUSSY LIKE THE SLUT I AM!!! REALLY GIVE IT TO ME!!!"
Again Britney did as she was told. She began to suck hard on Christina's clit, even licking her at the same time she sucked when she could. She could feel Christina's juices beginning to cover her face and she wanted more. Britney wanted to feel Christina's hot orgasm creaming her whole face. She tried to remember everything she'd done to Jessica to make her come and she did the same to Christina, with the same effect. Christina moaned and swore, alternating between passionate urgings and downright screams of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh gawwwwwd Britney yessss," Christina moaned, her tits bouncing with every thrust of her body onto Britney's face. "Ohhhhhhhh the two of us are fucking made for each other. Two naughty sluts who love eating pussy! Fuck! I love what you're doing to me Britney! Make me come! Make me drip my nasty cunt cream all over you!"
Britney loved Christina's nasty talk and she showed her how much by squeezing her tight ass. She gripped onto Christina's bare cheeks and pushed her face into her pussy harder as she made Christina gasp with another hard rush of pleasure right to her brain. As much as Britney loved the piercings that Christina had on her nipples and belly, she loved that she was all woman inside with no metal inside. Christina's pussy was so hot and pink that Britney was totally intoxicated by it.
With each lick of her tongue, Britney had more honey to taste. Christina was so wet for her and Britney was feeling her own pussy stirring again. She was still wearing her panties and they clung to her skin all nasty and cum covered. It gave Britney such a wicked thrill to have her pussy soaked g-string still hugging her body. She felt all sticky and slutty and it was only getting better as her pussy was creating fresh juice to soak into the black material.
"Ohhhhhh Britney I'm gonna come!" Christina warned. "You want it, don't you baby? You love eating out my slutty pussy like a whore, don't you? Tell me! Tell me how much you want my girl cream!"
"Yes Chrissy, I want it!" Britney begged, her shiny face pulled from Christina's pussy. "I want your pussy to soak me! I want my face as sticky as my panties just like a whore! I want to be so fucking wet and nasty with you! I love getting slutty with you Chrissy! I wanna go out there and fuck you right on the stage so everyone in the world knows how much I want this hot pussy!"
Just thinking of something like that got Christina shuddering in pleasure. Oh what a site that would be. She knew it could never happen, but what a delicious fantasy. Christina would have settled just for getting Britney to the mansion with her where they could put on a hot lesbian love show for Rose and Sarah and Love and everyone. It suddenly occurred to Christina that Rose was right the whole time. Well she'd just have to thank her later by bending over and letting her take her from behind with Mr. Snappy.
But that could wait for later and right now Christina was heading right for her first orgasm of the night. She didn't like waiting this far into the day before she came, but she hadn't had time yet to even finger herself. Now she was going to make up for that lost time though. Britney's tongue was licking at all her hot pink spots. Britney wasn't the most skilled pussy licker yet, but she had a lot of raw potential and Christina imagined molding her as a perverted little protégé. Her tongue definitely felt great in her tight little pussy and Christina felt her orgasm starting with a rush of pleasure that flooded her brain.
"OHHHHHHHHH BRITNEY!!!" Christina screamed. "HERE I COME BABY!!! FUCKING YOUR HOT SLUTTY FACE!!!"
Christina then began to shake in rapture, humping Britney's delighted face as she felt her skin and hair get soaked in Christina's cum. Britney reveled in it. She loved how wet and slutty they both were and she never wanted this to stop. Christina's pussy was delicious and having her come against her tongue was like the sweetest dish of ice cream Britney had ever tasted.
As Britney's tongue remained buried in her snatch, Christina thrashed against the wardrobe. Her blonde locks flew about, tickling her nose and getting in her eyes but Christina didn't brush it away. Her head flew back and knocked against the wardrobe, but she didn't care. She didn't care about how good it felt to every cell in her body to come all over Britney Spears' face. Even as her pleasure peaked and continued to make her feel better than any drug in the world ever could, Britney showed no signs of slowing down.
Even after Christina's screams had faded into groans and soft cries, Britney just kept on snacking on her pussy. It was definitely keeping Christina's juices boiling and she let Britney know it was much appreciated.
"Britney...yessss Britney," Christina said with a lusty and loving passion she never thought she'd use for her rival. "Ohhhhhh baby you're gonna make me come again! Yessss...gonna make my pussy come one after another!"
"That's what I want Chrissy," Britney hissed, her breath shallow and her face covered with lust. "I want to fuck you again! I want more of you! I want every last drop from your pussy!"
Even Christina was taken aback by Britney's lust for pussy. But she wasn't about to stop her. Her sensitive pussy was reacting very well to the continued tonguing Britney was giving her and Christina wanted to make sure such generosity did not go unrewarded.
"Oooooooooh Britney yessssss you'll make my slutty pussy cream again!" Christina moaned. "Soooooo fucking good. I want some too! Gimmie your pussy Britney! I need to taste your girl cream! Gimmie! I'm such a goddamned slut for pussy and I want you now Britney!"
"Mmmmm that's what I was hoping you'd say," Britney cooed. She pulled away from Christina just long enough for her to scoot down onto her back. Britney stared at her for a moment, naked except for her boots and her whole body flushed with arousal. Britney's pulse raced with lust while she looked at Christina who giggled and beckoned for her former enemy to join her.
"C'mere Britney," Christina requested. "I want your pussy!"
Since Britney wanted Christina to want her pussy, they were both very happy. Britney had never done a 69 before, but she was certainly eager to learn. She positioned herself right above Christina so her pussy was lined up with her face. Britney then didn't waste a second before getting her tongue right back where it wanted to be, deep inside Christina.
For her part Christina was ecstatic not only to have that hot little tongue back inside her cunt, but to have Britney's sex hanging right above her mouth. Her soaked panties were still in the way though so Christina quickly reached up to tug them down. She didn't even bother pulling them all the way off Britney, she just made sure they were low enough so she could get at what she wanted.
To Christina's horny eyes, Britney looked so unbelievably sexy like that. Her panties tugged down and her pussy all pink and wet, her sparse little bush all sticky with the cream of her previous orgasm. Her musk was so enticing and Christina's happy hands grabbed onto Britney's bare ass and pushed her down onto her waiting tongue.
"Oooooooooh," Britney squealed in delight when she felt Christina's tongue inside her for the first time. Christina's tongue knew just where to go and how to do her right. She must have had a lot of practice, Britney moaned to herself. I can't wait for her to show me all the tricks she knows. Christina's tongue filled her with such pleasure that Britney strove to give it right back to her lover. As Christina's tongue teased and toyed with her clit, Britney did it back to her leading to a double helping of lesbian bliss.
The two girls rocked back and forth on each other's tongues. Because they had both come so recently and they were both so wet, they knew it wasn't going to take much for their second orgasms to arrive. Because their mouths were busy, neither girl could urge the other on with the nasty talk they both longed to shout and they had to suffice with the muffled sounds of pleasure they were inspiring in one another.
The dressing room, which had once been filled with bitter jealousy and petty sniping, was now only filled with happy smacking noises and sexy slurps as two tongues probed two wet pussies. Cries and moans of girl sex bounced off every corner as Britney and Christina licked and sucked each other to complete satisfaction.
Christina's tongue explored every part of Britney's pussy she could get at and Christina decided there was no time like the present to start loosening her up a little. She sucked gingerly on two of her fingers and then began to stroke Britney's slit with them while she licked her. She then slowly slid the first finger into her, creating an instant reaction.
"Mmmmmmmmmfffffffffmmmmfffffh," Britney cried right into Christina's wet pussy. She pulled out long enough to cry out for more before getting her tongue right back to work.
Christina loved how Britney's tight pussy fit so snugly on her tongue and finger. She rubbed her clit while her tongue explored and then switched, licking at her clit while she finger fucked Britney. Britney's juices coated her probing finger and Christina quickly added her second finger, creating an even tighter and more intense feeling.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Britney cried out. "Finger fuck me! Fuck my pussy!!! Yessssssssss...I'm close!!!"
Not as close as I am, Christina moaned with a satisfied feeling deep in her brain. Her pussy was still raw from the last orgasm and Britney's tongue was getting her there again and fast. She wanted Britney to come as the same time she did, so Christina began to finger fuck her harder.
Britney immediately caught onto what she was doing and did the same. She plunged one of her own fingers into Christina's pussy, fingering a girl for the first time. It felt weird, different from when she fingered herself, but it was very, very good. Britney loved it and she loved how awesome Christina was making her feel. They continued to rock back and forth on each other's faces as their 69 became more fierce.
Passionate cries from their trained voices would ordinarily have threatened to shatter decibel levels, but they were safely muffled by the wet sweetness they each were licking. Britney rocked herself completely on top of Christina's slimmer body, letting her tongue and fingers reach in deep as she perspired and grunted her pleasure right into Christina's pussy. Christina did the same to Britney, pushing her pussy onto her face and alternating that with giving her hard tongue and finger fucks.
Suddenly Christina could take no more and felt her body tense up.
"UGHHHHHH YESSSSSSS COMMMMMING!!!" was all that could escape from Christina's mouth as she pushed it back into Britney's pussy and continued to work at making her come too. Even as she came and coated Britney with more of her sexy cream, Christina worked her tongue and fingers into her fellow bottled blonde and finally, out of sheer pleasure from what Britney was doing to her, slapped her hard on her tight, tanned ass.
"YESSSSSSSSS!!!" Britney screamed into Christina's pussy. "MORE!!!"
Christina immediately did just that, slapping Britney's ass hard again and again. She reached back for a fourth spanking and when she slapped the firm cheeks of her ass, she pushed Britney over the edge.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!" Britney cried rapturously as she came suddenly and hotly all over Christina's waiting and hungry tongue. Christina's tongue gave hard licks to Britney's spasming cunt, getting every drop of her orgasm and not letting a single bit of her sweet, sexy juices go to waste. Christina's orgasm was ending as Britney's was starting, but for a glorious moment they were coming together and they continued to feast on each other's passion until their tongues were sore and their libidos temporarily satisfied.
Only then did Britney pull off of Christina and sat right up against the wardrobe they had crashed into earlier. She looked over at the gasping Christina, her chest heaving and her breasts jiggling. They both struggled for breath and to get a grip on what had just happened. Britney didn't quite know what was going to happen. Their fight had happened so suddenly and the fucking that had followed it had been even more sudden. What would happen next?
Britney got her answer a moment later as Christina got up off the floor and did something that totally shocked her. Christina wrapped her arms around Britney and hugged her.
"I'm so sorry," Christina said deep from the heart. "I've been such a fucking bitch to you lately, Britney. I didn't mean any of those horrible things I said to you earlier. Can you forgive me?"
"I'm sorry too," Britney replied with a deliriously happy smile as she hugged Christina back, their naked bodies touching together so nicely. "Of course I forgive you Chrissy. I would have given anything to be your friend again. It's my fault too, I have been distant and I never meant to be stuck up. It's just that..."
"Shhhhh, it's ok," Christina said tenderly, pressing her finger to Britney's lips. "That's not important now. The only thing that matter is that you just made me come so fucking hard...twice."
"I loved doing that to you," Britney admitted. "You're so nasty Christina."
"I am," Christina grinned. "I am a naughty little slut and so are you Britney."
"Yesss..." Britney agreed. "I loved all of this. I loved being naughty with you."
"We're going to be doing a lot of naughty things from now on," Christina promised. "Mmm but first there are some friends I want to introduce you to tonight."
"I can't wait," Britney said, licking her lips. Between Christina's friends and Jessica's friends, Britney's lovers seemed to be promising a lot of fun for her and she was already getting hot for more.
While the concert was getting close to finally kicking off, Jennifer found herself wishing she was there. Her housemates had all begged her to come with them, but she just couldn't. It wasn't like she could bring along Brad and still be able to have the fun with her friends that she wanted. I mean sure, she could enjoy the concert, but what would be the real fun in seeing Jewel, Gwen and Christina perform if she couldn't do to them after the show what she so desperately wanted to do?
Jennifer was feeling little tinges of jealousy as she considered the fun her housemates were undoubtedly going to have that night. On the other hand though, she did get to come home to Brad Pitt and she bet a lot of the girls wouldn't mind doing that one bit. Of course, married life didn't seem to be shaping up as any great picnic tonight. Brad seemed mad about something and Jennifer could feel the tension for sure.
Brad had barely said much to her all night. Ever since he had come to pick her up at the studio, it was like something was distracting him and Jennifer wanted to know what it was. She had hoped he would tell her, but he remained closed and distant all through the day and finally Jennifer couldn't take it anymore. She walked right into their television room and positioned herself in front of the television as Brad sat flipping through channels.
"Brad, is something wrong?" Jennifer demanded. He looked up at her from the television, studied her face and then went back to flipping channels.
"No, nothing's wrong," he replied coldly. The ice chill of his reply took Jennifer aback. He usually never talked with that little emotion and now she was starting to get worried that something really was wrong.
"Brad, something is wrong damn it!" Jennifer shot back. "You've barely said anything all day. What's bothering you? Tell me so I can help you."
"It's nothing," Brad insisted. He didn't want to have this conversation now. He still had no idea what to say and he didn't want to confront Jennifer before he knew exactly how he wanted to do it.
"Well quite obviously it's something," Jennifer stated. "Put down that stupid remote and talk to me! What's wrong baby? You can tell me anything, you know that."
"Fine," Brad said in frustration. If she wanted to do this now, then he sure as hell could too. "Where were you last night Jennifer?"
"What? What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, suddenly very nervous. "I told you. I was with Courtney."
"Really?" Brad demanded. "Are you absolutely sure about that? I mean are you positive about that or maybe you want to think about giving me some different answer this time?"
Jennifer had no idea what to say. Her heart was pounding in fear. Her legs suddenly felt weak and she was sure she was sweating. God it felt like the whole world was staring at her right then in accusation and not just her husband. She searched for words, but couldn't find any. Since she said nothing, Brad just pressed on.
"Because you know, I ran into Courtney today after your meeting and I asked her how she and David were doing, you know after their supposedly big fight last night," Brad stated.
Jennifer's throat was dry. She tried to speak but the words wouldn't form.
"So since she had absolutely no fucking idea what I was talking about, I was hoping maybe you could educate me Jennifer," Brad continued. "How about it Jennifer? Are you going to tell me where you were last night or are you going to give me another lie?"
"Oh my God," Jennifer gasped. It was her worst nightmare coming true. Brad knew! He knew she'd been lying to him! Her stomach churned and Jennifer felt as if she were paralyzed.
"Anything to say Jennifer?" Brad demanded. "What's the matter? No more lies you can pull off the top of your head?"
"Brad...it...it's not what you think," Jennifer said frantically, finally being able to move from her spot. She rushed over to the couch he was sitting down and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers to show him that her love for him hadn't changed.
"What? What do I think it is?" Brad asked hotly, pulling his hand away. "See you already know what I'm going to say, don't you? Can't handle the guilt anymore? So who is he? Tell me! I mean if you're going to be sneaking off in the middle of the night to meet some guy I think I at least deserve the courtesy of knowing who the fuck he is!"
Jennifer then gasped as Brad angrily took the remote control he'd been holding and flung it against the wall. The plastic exploded into a flurry of pieces, rubber pads and batteries. Jennifer was breathing hard and tried to calm him down.
"No! Brad please! It's not that!" Jennifer told him. "It's not another guy! I'd never do that! You have to believe me!"
"Why? Why should I believe you?" Brad shouted, standing up from the couch and beginning to pace around. He'd been thinking things over ever since Courtney had accidentally exposed Jennifer's lie and this was the only thing he could think of. He didn't think it was drugs or anything. He didn't notice any more tell tale signs and her meeting a guy was the only thing that made sense to Brad's enraged brain.
"No! You have to believe me!" Jennifer cried, leaping off the couch and grabbing her husband. "There is no other guy! I wouldn't do that! Please Brad please! Listen to me. I'm not meeting some guy!"
"Then what is it?" Brad demanded to know. "Tell me right now Jennifer! Where were you last night? If it's not another guy, then what is it?"
Tears streamed down Jennifer's face as she quickly tried to decide what to do. She was caught and there was no way she wasn't going to end up being a loser in all of this. She had to protect her marriage. Maybe if she came clean now she could salvage it somehow. She couldn't believe this had happened so suddenly. Everything she had was at risk. She had to come clean. Maybe, just maybe, Brad would be able to forgive her.
"It's not a guy," Jennifer said meekly in a low voice that Brad had to strain to hear. "It's girls."
"What?" Brad said in disbelief. He couldn't have heard that right. It had to be a mistake.
"It's girls, Brad," Jennifer repeated, this time louder so he could hear her. "I've been meeting up with girls!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Brad asked. He felt like everything he had ever known about Jennifer was suddenly a lie. Was she gay? What the hell was going on here? He collapsed back onto the couch and began rubbing his temples.
"Brad I'm so fucking sorry," Jennifer said, begging for forgiveness as the tears continued to come down her face. "I'm so so sorry! Please Brad, you have to understand I wasn't looking for this! I didn't want to go off and do it! I...I...I just...I just couldn't help it!"
"What do you mean, girls?" Brad demanded. "What the hell are you talking about Jennifer? What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you saying this?"
This couldn't be going worse, Jennifer told herself. She was in a real panic now. She got back on the couch with him and tried to get him to look at her, but he couldn't even do that. She had to make him understand. She had to make him see how much her housemates meant to her. Jennifer started to explain it to him. She started from the beginning.
She told him about the limo ride where she had found Sarah, Love and Rose waiting for her. She told him what they had done to her and how she had tried to fight them off but how her desire had overcome her common sense. She told them how she had found the mansion in Malibu and how much she had started to care about them but most importantly she told him how she still loved him more than anything else in the world. She then looked up at Brad for some reaction, any reaction, that showed he didn't hate her now.
"I can't believe this," Brad said in total shock. "I can't believe you've been doing this. I can't believe you've been cheating on me for so long!"
"Brad, it's not really cheating," Jennifer offered lamely. "It's just girls!"
"That's bullshit!" Brad yelled furiously. "You fucked them Jennifer! You fucked them while you told me you loved me!"
"I DO LOVE YOU!!!" Jennifer cried out, desperate for her husband not to hate her. "I only love you! I don't want to be with anyone else!"
"But you want to be with them?" Brad shouted in confusion. He stormed up from the couch again. This time Jennifer stayed sitting, hoping he could work all his anger out now. "You're a cheater Jennifer! I never thought you could ever do anything like that to me! I can't fucking believe you! How could you? How could you go off and be with them and do that with them? You're my wife Jennifer! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Don't you even care?"
"I do!!!" Jennifer insisted. "I care so much! I love you Brad! That hasn't changed! I love you so much baby! But I can't help it! It's like part of me now! I try to stop being with them but I can't help it!"
"Aren't I enough for you?" Brad shouted. He didn't think he'd ever been this angry in his life. He couldn't believe Jennifer could do those things. She didn't seem at all like the woman he thought he'd married. "Don't I satisfy you?"
As mad as he was, Brad was using all his strength to bite his tongue. Inside he wanted to scream at Jennifer. He wanted to call her a bitch and a whore for cheating on him. He wanted to hurt her with his words, like she'd hurt him with her actions. But he just couldn't do it. He couldn't say those things to her.
"You do satisfy me!" Jennifer claimed. "Baby you're so good to me! But I don't know...I...I just feel like they're a part of me! I can't help it! I need them and I try to stop myself but I can't!"
"Well you are going to stop right fucking now!" Brad said before saying the words that Jennifer had been terrified of hearing ever since she had started living her double life.
"I don't want you to ever see those girls again!" Brad said, throwing the ultimatum right in Jennifer's tear stained face.
Back at the concert, completely unaware of what was happening to her housemate, Rose wandered around the backstage area looking for a chance to have herself some fun. She and Love had decided to double their chances for a little playtime by splitting up. Doing that had added a little spice of competition to the mix. Now it was like they would see who would be better at finding themselves some nasty girl/girl fun.
It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and Rose felt like celebrating. Rose felt freer than she had in a long time after what she had done the previous night. Her pager hadn't gotten a single message all day from her and her cell phone had never rung with any instructions of where she was supposed to go tonight. And even if they had, Rose felt confident she would have been able to tell her to go to hell. She wasn't going to be her plaything anymore. She was going to be the strong, fearless woman that her housemates saw every day.
Rose had been touched by Love's concern for her before, but she didn't want her to know what had happened to her. Even though it was over now, Rose didn't want anyone to know about it. Now she just wanted to concentrate on having herself some fun and maybe finding herself a little slut to play with for the night.
Suddenly Rose felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see the bright shining face of someone she had already gotten slutty with a number of times.
"Hey Rose," Alyssa grinned.
"What's up Lyssa?" Rose asked. "You look like you're the cat that just ate the cannery."
"Well it wasn't quite the cannery..." Alyssa teased. "But I think I've gone off and proven myself."
"Oh? And how have you done that?" Rose inquired, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for proof. She loved teasing Alyssa, but she hoped she had proven herself. She was looking forward to having her sweet ass under the same roof as her every night.
"Here," Alyssa said, reaching into her purse and handing Rose a pair of black panties. "You might know their owner. Her name is Heather Locklear."
"Liar," Rose accused Alyssa. "You never fucked her!"
However, to Rose's delight, proof suddenly appeared.
"Alyssa are you still holding onto my panties?" Heather asked, arriving perfectly on cue. "God, you are a naughty girl."
"So, am I in?" Alyssa asked eager with anticipation. Heather threw a sexy wink Rose's way as a little incentive for her decision.
"Ok, you're in," Rose smiled.
"Yesssss!" Alyssa said pumping her fist and jumping for joy. Her actions produced bemused looks from many of the backstage workers and talent, but she didn't care.
"Ok, Richie's waiting for me, I've got to go," Heather declared. Richie and the rest of Bon Jovi were getting in their last rehearsal on the main stage and he loved it when Heather was there to watch him perform. "Thanks again for last night baby."
Heather then left but not before pinching Alyssa's ass and blowing her a sly kiss.
"Slut," Rose declared.
"Yeah but you love it," Alyssa laughed before hugging her co-star and now housemate warmly.
The two then parted company and Rose continued her search for fresh meat. So far search hadn't turned up any appealing prospects, but if she couldn't snag herself a piece of celebrity skin, Rose knew she'd at least be able to get herself a girl or three from the audience once more of them filed in. Maybe she'd even be able to snatch some girl away from her pig boyfriend and show her how a woman really should be treated. But before Rose could give any more thought to doing that, she found herself witnessing some serious diva behavior.
"JUST GET OUT!!!" Rose heard a familiar female voice scream out. "GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! AND TAKE THESE FUCKING RAGS WITH YOU!"
Rose watched in surprised as suddenly the door to one of the dressing rooms flew open and someone's clothes flew out. It looked like someone's outfit for the show tonight and Rose stopped to see what was happening. At the very least she might catch some celebrity behaving badly and that was always fun to watch.
A few moments later the presumed owner of the tossed costume stormed out of the dressing room in a quite agitated mood. She was quite a familiar face to MTV viewers even though she seemed to have a new hair style and color every week. The woman in question was known to her friends and family as Alecia Moore, but the rest of the world knew her simply as Pink.
"My manager's going to hear about this you fucking bitch!" Pink swore at the person who'd just tossed her out of the dressing room. "You can't fucking treat people like that!"
That comment drew a response and Rose couldn't help but stifle a smirk as she saw who it was Pink was having the dispute with.
"I'll treat people any way I want to! And you go tell your manager that Jennifer Lopez shares her dressing room with nobody! And I mean nobody!"
Jennifer then slammed the door shut and went about her not-so-merry way. With everyone milling about trying to get everything done on time or risk the possibility of a foul up, Rose was really the only one to notice what had happened. Of course Rose didn't merely just see a fight. She also saw a potentially delicious opportunity. Not many people knew what Rose knew about Pink and there was some real potential here for some serious fun.
Rose quickly made her way over to where Pink was collecting her clothes off the ground. The girl, who this week had styled her hair in a dyed blonde sort of Mohawk type tribute thing that Rose didn't quite understand, was wiping away angry tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and muttering to herself.
"Fucking bitch..." Pink muttered. "Who the fuck does she think she is?"
"Need some help?" Rose offered, picking up Pink's remaining clothes from the ground and handing them to her.
"Thanks," Pink replied in a slightly distracted tone. She did perk up though when she saw who she was talking to. "Hey, you're Rose McGowan aren't you?"
"In the flesh," Rose answered with a smile.
"Cool, hey I've always been a big fan," Pink declared, shrugging off what had just happened to her. "That film you did, 'The Doom Generation?' That was an awesome flick."
"Thanks, it's one of my favorites too," Rose replied gratefully.
"Yeah sometimes you just really gotta watch a nihilistic film." Pink remarked. "Gets the juices flowing and all that."
"Yeah I have more than my fair share of days where I feel like Amy," Rose admitted, referencing her character in the film.
"Don't we all," Pink sighed. "Sometimes you just wanna say 'fuck it.' But then again, who wants to give up all this glamour and glitz of show business?"
"Listen Pink, can I call you that?" Rose asked. "I saw what happened over there."
"Yeah Pink's fine, everyone calls me that these days anyway," Pink answered. "I was wondering if anyone saw. Guess J Lo or whatever the fuck she's calling didn't want any company."
"Maybe she just needs a Midol," Rose joked.
"She'd need one the size of a horse pill for that fucking attitude she's got," Pink laughed. "But hey, I'm used to the bullshit. I'm not going to throw a tantrum just cause I can't share Queen Bitch's dressing room. She needs the whole thing to fit that ego of hers in. I'll just find some other place to change my clothes."
"Well I actually had a better idea," Rose replied. "I was thinking you and I might be able to teach Jennifer a little lesson."
"A lesson huh?" Pink repeated. She wasn't sure where Rose was going with this, but she did like the sound of it. "No offense Rose, but we just met. How come you're being so nice to me?"
"Well I do have an ulterior motive," Rose admitted with a sly smile. "We actually have a mutual friend, you and I, we're both friends with Christina Aguilera. Or should I say, VERY good friends with Christina Aguilera."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Pink replied, catching on immediately and eyeing Rose in an entirely new light as a result. Pink had done the famous video for "Lady Marmalade" with Christina and they had gotten along alright, even though Pink had thought Christina was a little bit too much diva-ish for her tastes. But she had invited Christina nonetheless to her 22nd birthday party and, late in the night after a few shots of tequila, they had ended up in a game of Spin the Bottle.
Naturally, the bottle had landed on Christina when it was Pink's turn and, to the delight of their audience and the gossip columnists, they had shared a kiss. However, those that were surprised at what happened were shocked at what happened next. Christina had cornered Pink and invited her to a secluded corner of the club so she could give her her birthday present. Naturally that present was what was between Christina's legs and the two had ended up back at Christina's place celebrating her birthday in a very naked manner.
Christina had been the first girl Pink had ever been with and it had been an incredible experience. Pink had always wrestled with a curiosity about women and that, combined with the alcohol and her celebratory mood, had made her very open to Christina's advances. Pink had played with a few more girls since then and hooked up with Christina for some more fun every now and then. Now she was looking at Rose and saw they shared that certain girl/girl bond.
"Christina told you about that, huh?" Pink said, blushing a little bit. She didn't want anyone going around spreading stories about her lust for pussy, but Rose seemed cool about things. Besides Rose just exuded sex and knowing she had the same desires that she did cause Pink to think about her in a way that went beyond platonic friendship.
"She mentioned a few of the details," Rose replied. Christina had been quick to rush to Rose with news of her conquest and the actress had been very proud indeed of her little protégé.
"I wish she'd mentioned you to me," Pink said. "I'd have loved to have known all we have in common. I wish I knew you were in the life."
"Oh I'm more than in the life," Rose assured Pink. "I'm one of the innovators and now that you know I was thinking maybe we can do something about that and teach your roommate a little lesson about manners."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Pink asked, now extremely interested in what Rose had to say. She would have been happy if Rose just suggested they get together later but if it was gonna teach that bitch J Lo a lesson then so much the better.
"With this," Rose said with a wicked grin as she opened up her purse and allowed Pink a peek inside. When the singer saw what was in there she gasped.
"Is that thing for real?" Pink laughed in disbelief.
"You bet it is," Rose shot back, "And I think it's what we need to teach a certain someone a few things."
"You have some sort of problem with Jennifer or something?" Pink inquired. She liked the idea a lot, in fact her pussy was already stirring at the thought of this actually happening. She was just curious about why Rose wanted to do this so bad.
"I've never met her before in my life," Rose said evilly. "Maybe I'm just a horny bitch and thinking of having some fun with her and you is getting me nice and creamy inside."
"Can't go wrong with that reasoning," Pink grinned, before one last reservation popped into her head. "But what if she doesn't go for it? What if she says we like raped her or something?"
"Don't worry about that," Rose stated. "I'm what you could call an expert at this sort of thing. Believe me, by the time I'm done with her the only thing she'll be screaming is for more."
"Mmmm I like this idea a lot," Pink admitted. "Let's do it."
Rose then grabbed Pink by the hand and dragged her right back to the dressing room door. They could hear Jennifer rehearsing behind the door and Rose and Pink shared a wicked smile at what they were about to do.
"Just follow my lead and no chickening out," Rose stated and Pink agreed with a nod of her head. Rose then pushed open the door to the dressing room and surprised Jennifer as she was tying a turquoise colored bathrobe around her body.
"What the hell is this?" Jennifer demanded before seeing Pink was right behind Rose. "Oh it's you. Didn't they find some other dressing room for you? You know one along with the rest of the wannabes? Why don't you just get out of here like I told you before and take your little friend with you."
"You were right Pink, she is a fucking bitch," Rose snorted as she shook her head in disbelief that someone's ego could grow that colossal.
"Excuse me?" Jennifer replied in shock. "No one talks that way to me! No one talks like that to Jennifer Lopez!"
"Ohhhh you are unbelievable," Pink shot back. "What makes you think you can treat other people like that? You think you're better than everyone else just because your albums sell more and you make crappy movies that people are dumb enough to go see?"
"You are going to pay for saying that," Jennifer spat at Pink. "I'm going to make sure none of your songs are ever played on the radio again. I have more influence than you could have in your wildest dreams you bitch! You'll be on your knees sucking cock in radio stations in Bakersfield that don't get out of the parking lot to get your crappy songs played!"
"You're the bitch around here, Jennifer," Rose said calmly as she locked the door of the dressing room and slid a chair up against it for good measure. "You are in serious need of an attitude adjustment and that's exactly what you're going to get."
"I don't even know who the fuck you are," Jennifer hissed at Rose giving her a full dose of Bronx attitude. "You had better get your ass out of here before I call security!"
"You won't be calling anyone Jennifer," Rose smirked as she pushed Jennifer down into the chair that was beside the dressing room's mirror. Rose then opened up her purse and pulled out a white silk scarf. Before Jennifer knew what hit her, Rose pinned her hand down to the arm of the chair and handed Pink the scarf.
"Tie her wrist down," Rose instructed. "And make it tight."
Pink did so eagerly, tying Jennifer's wrist down as Rose held the squirming diva from getting away. Pink knew she was up to the challenge of taking down Jennifer. After all she didn't have the lease on attitude. Jennifer might have been from the Bronx, but Pink was from Philly.
"Now do the other one," Rose requested and Pink once again complied. Jennifer was furious now and she made the chair bounce around as she struggled to break free of the tight restraints on her wrists.
"Let me go!!!" Jennifer shouted. "Let me go you fucking bitches! I'm going to have you two arrested! You'll be getting mauled by bull dykes while I'm sitting there and laughing!"
"She talks way too much," Pink smirked. "Any way we can shut her up?"
"Well it just so happens I have one more scarf," Rose replied. "Momma always said be prepared for anything. We just need something to really gag her with. We could always use my panties I suppose, but damn it, I forgot to wear my panties today. How embarrassing! Pink, I don't suppose you could help me?"
"I'd be glad to," Pink said as she undid the button on her jeans and began to slide them down her body. Jennifer's eyes got as wide as saucers when she figured out what they were about to do to her.
"Don't you dare!" Jennifer warned. "Don't you fucking dare! I swear to God, if you do this you bitches will fucking pay for the rest of your miserable lives! Don't even think about doing this to me!"
But Jennifer's warnings fell on deaf ears as Pink slipped off her sandals and got her jeans all the way off. She stood there in her t-shirt and red panties, which were noticeably darker at their center thanks to Pink's raging libido. As Jennifer continued to tell her to not even think about it, Pink wiggled out of her panties, leaving her bare from the waist down. Jennifer saw they really were serious and was about to scream for help, but it was too late and Pink shoved her panties into Jennifer's mouth. They did the trick in shutting her up quick and Rose quickly tied the last remaining scarf around Jennifer's mouth. The diva was now literally bound and gagged and Rose and Pink admired their handiwork.
"You know we always could just leave her like this," Rose suggested as she and Pink took a step back to avoid the wild leg kicks Jennifer was sending in their direction, "Have her miss the whole show and be labeled a typical diva who flakes out when they need her most. She'll be on the late night joke cycle again as the new Whitney Houston."
"Hmmm we could do that," Pink replied. "But I'd rather have some fun with her, wouldn't you?"
"Oh I'd always rather have some fun," Rose grinned as she took a good look at Pink as she stood there naked except for the t-shirt covering her chest. "You know, you have a beautiful pussy Pink."
"Thank you Rose," Pink replied, blushing at the compliment. She had shaven her bush that morning down to the slightest wisp of a V and her arousal was already evident on her labia. "I'd love it if you were to give it a little kiss."
"Mmmm I'll give it more than that," Rose promised as she wrapped her arms around Pink's waist and pulled the very willing singer into a kiss. Pink passionately returned the kiss, getting her first taste of Rose and loving it. She let Rose's tongue rub and massage her own and then returned the favor by slipping her tongue into Rose's mouth. Pink also eagerly helped herself to her first touch of Rose's body. She latched her hands onto Rose's breasts through the light red dress she wore. Pink massaged the heavy mounds under the dress to Rose's complete pleasure.
Jennifer, meanwhile, was alternating between fear and shock. First she couldn't believe that these bitches had the gall to come in here and treat her like this. Then she became scared that they were going to kill her or something. Though she had never met Rose, she remembered now that she used to date Marilyn Manson and Jennifer was fearful that she was like a total psycho chick or something who was going to chop her into pieces or whatever. Now her fear had turned once again to complete disbelief as her captors seemed prepared to just totally dyke out right in front of her. Jennifer shouted form them to stop and untie her, but with the gag in her mouth her cries came out as nothing but muffled words.
"What's that Jennifer? You got something more to say?" Pink mocked, feeling the rush of power that came with having the demanding diva at her mercy.
"I think she wants to join in the fun, don't you Jennifer?" Rose said evilly. Jennifer's eyes got wide with fear again and she vigorously shook her head "no" but they weren't listening to her. "It would be awfully rude of us to not include her in the fun, wouldn't it be Pink?"
"Oh yeah, it would be just awful of us," Pink agreed. "I don't think I could ever do something that cruel. That robe of hers will just have to go."
"Good thinking there Pink," Rose said, getting behind Jennifer and reaching down to undo the sash of the robe. Jennifer tried to wrestle free of her bindings, but that wasn't happening and she was powerless to stop Rose from opening her robe. As Pink and Rose had hoped, Jennifer was stark naked underneath and they both got a good look at her beautiful body. Her bare breasts and soft curves were just begging to be sucked and licked and Rose and Pink couldn't help but have their eyes descend to the neatly trimmed bush of dark curls and the slice of heaven that lay beneath it.
"Very nice," Pink said, letting out a wolf whistle like she was some horny construction worker staring at a sexy blonde wiggling by in a short skirt. "You have a beautiful body Jennifer. Mmmm we can do some fun things to it, you know and you won't be able to stop us. This is your lesson Jennifer, better be careful who you step on because you never know who's going to get back at you and fuck you over."
Pink still wasn't in the free and clear as far as her conscience was concerned about this. She didn't want to hurt Jennifer or do anything illegal here. But Pink found herself enraptured by Rose's sexy confidence. If she thought it was ok, then Pink was ready to follow her.
"Don't fight it Jennifer," Rose said pushing her face close to Jennifer and whispering into her ear. "I know you want this. I see you all the time and I see a girl who loves having control taken from her. You're such a fucking bitch all the time, but I know when the lights turn off you love being taken, don't you? You love someone who can totally control you and make you feel so fucking good, but no man can keep up with you, can they? That's why we're what you need Jennifer. That's why you need to give it all up to us."
Jennifer once again found herself in complete shock. It was like Rose could see her darkest bedroom secrets by just looking at her face. How could she possibly know? How could Rose know how she loved being submissive in the bedroom? How could Rose know how she loved being spanked and tied up? How could she know how much she loved being taken just like this? It was amazing and for a moment Jennifer almost forgot that she was virtually being kidnapped here.
Suddenly Jennifer's thoughts ceased completely as she felt a pair of hands on her bare breasts, gripping them hard and pinching her nipples. Despite her situation, Jennifer found her nipples getting hard. Fuck, those things had minds of their own! Jennifer cursed her own body's betrayal and tried to fight off the sensations that this was creating. She didn't want this to happen! She didn't want to be touched by these two psycho sluts! She didn't!
"Ooooh she's liking it," Pink grinned, noticing that Jennifer's nipples were getting hard from Rose's touch and that, at the same time, her legs had stopped kicking as well. It was like a sign of submissive acceptance and Pink decided to test things out a little further. She leaned down and hefted one of Jennifer's bare tits up to her mouth. She teased the hard nipple with her tongue before working the heavy tits into her mouth. Pink sucked on Jennifer's tit, licking at the nipple and even giving Jennifer a few bites.
Jennifer tried to scream out for them to stop, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning into the gag. This was too fucking surreal. She was tied up and being molested by two apparently insane celebrity lesbians while she had Pink's panties stuffed in her mouth. The garment had been stuffed in her too long for Jennifer not to notice the spot of arousal that Pink had left for her. Jennifer wasn't familiar with the taste of other women, but she knew herself well enough to recognize the taste of pussy. Pink had been wet before she did this and Jennifer was trying to fight off her own arousal as well.
She didn't want them to know this was starting to get her hot. If they didn't know she was getting aroused then they might stop. But if they did, they would surely do more to her, Jennifer was sure of that. Unfortunately, Jennifer was doing a very poor job of hiding her true feelings.
"Look she's getting wet," Pink marveled as she noticed the faint glistening from the lights on Jennifer's labia. There was a slight glaze of juice on her slit and Jennifer closed her eyes in shame. Her body wasn't just betraying her, it was in full revolution. Fortunately, Jennifer's brain was still in working order and she wasn't going to let these sick freaks touch her anymore. She began to flail about again and Pink just ducked out of the way before getting a hard kick to the head.
"Good, she's still spirited," Rose laughed. "I wouldn't want her being broken in too early. After all, what's the fun in that?"
Rose then pressed her mouth to Jennifer's ear again and started whispering.
"Now Jennifer, we can do this two ways," Rose explained. "The first way is that you learn your lesson about being nice instead of being a bitchy little cunt and you even get to come. Doesn't that sound nice? Or you could go the second way, which I'll just leave to your imagination."
Jennifer shuddered in fear of what the second way could entail. She didn't even know if Rose really had designed a second way or if it was just a tactic to scare her. Even if it was, it had sure done the trick. Jennifer had no idea what these girls were capable of. She was totally embarrassed about how Rose was talking to her, like she was a child or something. She wanted to break free of these restraints and teach these bitches a real lesson, but despite those thoughts her struggling had ceased again.
"So, are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl, Jennifer?" Rose asked. "What's it going to be? Should I take your gag off Jennifer? You won't be screaming for help or anything, will you?"
"I don't know," Pink speculated. "She doesn't seem like she's going to be a good girl. We might have to keep that gag in her."
"Well, with no risks come no rewards," Rose replied. "Besides I think Jennifer is going to be a good girl and if she isn't, well I have a way of shutting her up again real quick."
Pink then stared in nervous and aroused anticipation as Rose's hands went around the back of Jennifer's head to undo the gag. Pink couldn't help herself and began to stroke her fingers over her wet slit as she watched Rose free Jennifer's mouth. Pink loved how she had no idea what was going to happen here from moment to moment. It was all instinct and Pink enjoyed living on the edge like this.
Rose undid the knot and let the white scarf fall off onto Jennifer's body. The scarf fell through the air and landed right above Jennifer's pussy, obscuring it from their view. As Jennifer stared at her in fear, Rose reached up and pulled Pink's panties out of her mouth. Jennifer immediately gasped for breath and then looked as if she were about to give out her loudest "There's a giant snake about to eat me!" movie type scream. Pink was about to quickly warn Rose, but Rose had noticed it too and immediately moved to fill Jennifer's mouth again.
Jennifer was taken by shock as her attempted scream was muffled by the hot kiss Rose had planted on her lips. The scream disappeared right into Rose's mouth as the actress shoved her tongue into the diva's mouth and forced her to accept it. Rose grabbed onto Jennifer's tits and began massaging them again just as Pink decided to get back into the action. As Rose grabbed at her tits, Pink sucked and licked on them, giving Jennifer double stimulation to fog her already disabled judgment.
Rose then pulled away to get her and Jennifer some much needed oxygen. Jennifer was left gasping and wondering what the fuck was going to happen next. She had never kissed another woman before and certainly never by anyone as forceful as Rose. She told herself again and again that what they were doing to her was wrong and that she should call for help, but saying that in her head couldn't change one important fact...Jennifer had liked the kiss.
Jennifer's private hair stylist was a lesbian and on their many girl-talk sessions she had filled Jennifer's head with many tales about how only women really knew how to treat other women. Jennifer usually just nodded her head and kept her fantasies full of cock, but now she had to wonder whether that idea had some merit. Rose's kiss had left her totally knocked around in her brain. She had no idea how to react to any of this anymore. If she had hated the feeling of Rose's tongue in her mouth it would have been so easy to push them away and scream for help, but another woman's tongue had felt so good inside her.
Just as Jennifer was about to get her bearing on things, her captors knocked her for another loop, as this time Pink delivered a sizzling kiss to her lips. Pink grabbed onto Jennifer's beautiful face and plunged her tongue deep into her mouth. She tickled Jennifer's tongue and slowly, as if falling under some twisted lesbian spell they were casting, Jennifer responded. She didn't know what she was doing, or why she was doing it, but Jennifer found her tongue beginning to slip into Pink's mouth. Soon enough instinct was taking over and the pair were passionately french kissing.
"Not so resistant now, are you?" Rose teased before pushing her face into Jennifer's cleavage. She began kissing all over her large tits and licking her olive colored skin but, more importantly, Rose's hand began moving it's way down Jennifer's body. The diva tensed up as she realized Rose's destination, but Pink's probing tongue relaxed her yet again. When Rose did reach Jennifer's pussy with her hand she pushed the scarf away and rubbed her finger over her slit, spreading the coating of juice all around her pussy and up over her thighs.
"Mmmm you're getting nice and wet for us Jennifer," Rose grinned. "I knew it. I knew you'd like this. Men or women, it doesn't matter to someone like you. Just as long as they're controlling you, isn't that right Jennifer?"
"No! You don't know me!" Jennifer insisted after Pink finally pulled away. "I don't want this! Let me go! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone about this. It will be our secret! I promise!"
"What happened to the angry Jennifer," Pink taunted as she reveled in the change of attitude. "What happened to the bitchy diva who was going to make us pay?"
"She's not angry anymore because she doesn't want us to stop," Rose stated. "She wants us to get her naked and just take her and fuck her everywhere and anywhere."
"No! That's not what I want!" Jennifer hotly insisted, even as she squirmed in her chair.
"Oh? So that was some other girl I just saw sucking on Pink's tongue?" Rose asked as Pink grinned in satisfaction. "And I guess that was some other girl who's wet pussy I was just touching? Admit it Jennifer, you want this! You want us to take you and make you our little bitch."
"Oh God, no...that's not...I mean I don't..." Jennifer began but that's all she got out before she was once again kissing Pink. Despite the reluctance that came with her words, Jennifer didn't hesitate in kissing Pink back. She had no idea why she was kissing another woman. They were doing something to her! They had to be! She didn't like this! Jennifer Lopez didn't like this!
But even as she told herself that, all the evidence pointed to the fact that Jennifer Lopez did like this. In fact she liked it very much. She liked it even more as Pink began to rub on her tits. Jennifer was so lost in the kiss and tit play that she didn't even notice it when Rose got on her knees and spread her legs open. By the time Jennifer realized what was going on, Rose had her face at her crotch and was teasing her labia with her tongue.
"Holy fucking shit!!!" Jennifer gasped in surprised ecstasy as she felt another woman's tongue on her pussy for the first time. Rose licked her slit with steady tongue strokes up, never pushing past her lips. She just teased her wet sex deliciously, getting Jennifer moaning through her still present reluctance.
"You like that, don't you Jennifer?" Pink demanded, picking up the slack for Rose since her new friend's mouth was otherwise occupied. "You like feeling that tongue on your pussy? I know you fucking love it. You're not going to be screaming and throwing tantrums anymore you slut. You're going to be our little lesbian bitch. Yeah, that's right, you're going to be our fuck toy for us to use whenever we want!"
If Pink had said this to her a half hour ago, she would have gotten a slap across the face and all the rage Jennifer could muster. But a half hour ago, Jennifer wasn't tied to a chair with her robe open and a woman she had never met before licking her pussy. Now Jennifer barely knew what her body was going to make her do next and her brain was slowly starting to catch up to her sex drive.
"Mmmm you have such a sweet pussy," Rose grinned as she pulled herself up from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as she saw her own juices on Rose's lips glistening for her, almost silently taunting her about the arousal she couldn't stop. "It's an awful shame we're going to have to be a little hard on it."
"What? What do you mean?" Jennifer asked nervously.
"Did you honestly think we were just going to tie you up so you could come?" Rose laughed. "We're not part of your little posse Jennifer. We don't work for your pleasure. You work for ours and you need to be taught your lesson about being nice to people."
Rose then reached around her back and unsnapped the button on the top of her red dress. She lifted her dress up from the bottom and then pulled it over her head, revealing herself to Jennifer and Pink. Jennifer felt a rush of energy when she saw that Rose hadn't been joking about not wearing any panties. She hadn't bothered with a bra either and was now completely naked except for her red stiletto heels on her feet.
"You like Jennifer?" Rose laughed as she modeled her nude body for her audience.
"Hell, I sure like it," Pink grinned, embracing the nude actress and giving her another hot kiss. Pink could taste Jennifer's juices on Rose's lips and it made her kiss her even more, licking the taste of Jennifer's arousal right off her.
"Let's get this damn shirt off you," Rose urged as she proceeded to tug Pink's t-shirt over her head, leaving her only in her bra. That obstacle to total nudity was taken care of immediately as Pink reached around her back to undo the clasp. She threw her bra off and stood before Rose, proudly displaying her nude body.
Jennifer could only watch and squirm as Rose and Pink furiously kissed, caressing and licking each other's naked bodies. Pink's back was right in front of Jennifer's eyes and she got an excellent view as Rose reached down and grabbed Pink's firm ass. Pink moaned as Rose gripped her cheeks and Jennifer couldn't fight the thought that she wished Rose was doing that to her.
Jennifer had never been with a girl before, but for some reason she wanted Rose so bad. She hated that she wanted her. She wanted to break free of these bonds and turn the tables on her and Pink, but she knew she couldn't. She felt so defeated and things were about to get worse for her.
"Now it's time for some serious fun," Rose grinned evilly as she walked over and opened up her purse. Jennifer nearly choked on her tongue as Rose reached into her purse and pulled out a strap on cock. It was hard and black and Jennifer immediately guessed it was an eight incher. She'd taken bigger and realer cocks inside her, but she knew that the people they belonged to weren't capable of the damage Rose seemed to promise with every breath.
CONTINUED IN PART 7