Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Christina's Revenge Author: Oric13 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Christina Aguilera/Britney Spears Keywords: F/F, Fdom, celebrity, blackmail, BDSM, 1st, incest, oral, anal, reluc. Summary: After having both been nominated for Best Female Singer, Christina eventually loses to Britney Spears. When Miss Spears comes by to rub it in, Christina decides to get even (and then some) with Britney. Disclaimer: This story is solely a work of fiction. It's not meant to suggest any knowledge of the sexual practices or preferences of anyone depicted in it... Also, don't read this if you're underage and/or aren't allowed to by your parents/government/god/sea-monkeys. Christina's Revenge by Oric13 Chapter 1 - Bitch Fest 2000 (no sex) Pop star Christina Aguilera sullenly sipped at her rum-coke; she needed a bit of alcohol to drown away this latest humiliation. That bitch Britney bested her again! Snagging another award away right from under her nose... and not just any award! But the award for Best Female Singer!! The notion that that no-talent little crooner could even be considered in her vocal range was ridiculous enough, but to actually hear a panel of judges confirm that crazy notion?! 'Un-FUCKING-believable!' Christina said to herself while draining the rest of her glass in one long swallow. 'She must have been giving out blowjobs to the whole fuckin' judging panel.' "Another one," she told the bartender, pushing the empty glass to him. "Awwww, is poor lil Christina drowning her sorrows with booze?" A voice behind her said. The blonde singer stiffened. That annoying whining voice, with that hint of a Southern accent, could only belong to her nemesis Britney Spears. A quick peek over her shoulder confirmed her guess. "Well, if it isn't America's favourite Lolita, Britney Spears. What are you doing here, in a bar no less, Britney?" Christina asked as she turned to face the other girl with a fake-sweet smile plastered on her lips. "It almost half past ten, kinda late for you to still be up. Shouldn't your mommy be tucking you in right about now?" The big smirk that was all over Britney's face faltered, and the Southern Belle glared angrily at her biggest competitor. However, Britney Spears is nothing if not a pro, so she quickly recovered. With a fake-sweet smile that surpassed Christina's, and a voice that positively dripped of honey, she replied, "And shouldn't you be in some bar picking up johns; doing some groundwork for when your already plummeting singing career is finally completely down the drain?" Britney's eyes widened a little as she finished her sentence, and she looked around surprised as if just noticing the surroundings. "Oh wait. You already are!" Christina's smile turned noticeably colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to go down a few notches. "Speaking of turning tricks: did you suck the judges' cocks one at a time or was it a sort of group thing, like shown in that short video-flick that's all over the Internet?" Britney's cheeks turned a fiery red and her eyes sparkled angrily. The atmosphere in the bar was definitely getting frosty, as things heated up between the two beautiful pop stars. "You know damn well that isn't me in that video... and what exactly are you implying, Christina?" "Oh... nothing you haven't heard before, sweetie." Christina returned Britney's glare with an innocent look. "Just that you sucked off the entire judging panel to win this award." Ignoring the look of murder that appeared in Britney's eyes, she continued, "At first I figured that not even YOU would sink that low for some measly MTV Award, but then I realized who I was dealing with and figured that you'd probably wouldn't change something that has worked so well to get your "singing" career started," Christina concluded, using actual air-quotes for the word "singing". Drawing back her arm, Britney prepared to use her newly won award to swipe the annoying smirk from that bitch's face... but was interrupted by the bartender who just returned with Christina's second rum-coke. "Whoa! Take it easy there, ladies!" Seeing Britney's irritated look as he interrupted her intended remodelling of Christina's face, the bartender nodded his head towards a bunch of men who were seated at the other end of the lounge, outside the VIP section. "You've got an audience." The two divas followed his look and blanched a little when they recognized the men to be reporters. "Thanks for the heads-up, Fred," Christina said, giving the bartender a grateful look and a fifty. "I hadn't noticed that those vultures followed me in here." "That's because they were probably following ME," Britney haughtily remarked. Christina rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But since those damn paparazzi are watching us like hawks, we better play nice." Britney nodded in agreement. "Pretending to like you is going to be a challenge for my acting skills, but--" "What acting skills?" Christina interrupted. After shooting a laser-like glare at her antagonist, Britney continued, "But I don't want to see my face plastered all over the tabloids again, so I'll manage if you can." Christina nodded her assent. "I don't want to see my face in the tabloids either, especially not if it's right next to yours." Folding her arms beneath her ample (surgically improved?) chest, Britney shot Christina another glare. Christina had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed and gave the younger blonde an apologetic look. "Sorry! Couldn't help acting on my lower instincts just then." "You mean like when you perform?" A grudging smile touched Christina's lips. "Touché." Britney smirked. "So now that we're even, how about we begin our little performance and act like we're best friends." They both let out a loud, fake laugh and hugged each other. "Bitch," Christina whispered as she patted the blonde's back. "Skank!" Britney retorted while tightening the hug to a painful level. After seeing the two beautiful pop stars give each other a big hug (something many a man would pay to see) the bartender watched with growing amusement as the girls smiled and waved at the reporters. Christina then returned to her seat at the bar and Britney sat down beside her. Just to show that they were real friends and not just putting on an act, the girls proceeded to engage in some very enthusiastic, yet mostly meaningless chatter (as special studio-cloned celebrities they were both well-trained in the art of meaningless conversation). Sitting there, cosily chatting with each other, they managed to act nicely for almost an entire fifteen minutes before the squabbling started up again. "Wow, you're really hitting back those rum-cokes, Christina!" Britney chirpily remarked. "I guess you'll have plenty to talk about at your next AA meeting." "At least I'm old enough to drink, as well as being the only one able to hold her liquor," Christina tersely replied. "Hey! If I want to drink then I can drink all I want!" A suddenly indignant Miss Spears stated. "Yeah, as long as it has a cute little umbrella in it, or if it says diet-coke on the bottle," Christina answered with a condescending smile. 'Hmm, sounds like I just discovered one of lil' Britney's sore spots.' Christina's jibe earned her another laser-like glare from Britney. "You don't know shit, Christina. I can hold my liquor at least as well as you." The "Genie in a bottle" singer just smirked in reply; something that a pissed-off Britney considered to be a challenge (which is exactly what it was). Turning to the bartender (who was trying to follow the singers' conversation without being too obvious about it) she ordered, "Give me the same that Christina is drinking." The man's eyebrows raised almost an entire inch upon hearing the singer's "request". Not very eager to start serving alcohol to someone beneath the legal age limit, he covertly glanced at Christina for help... When he saw the singer giving him a small nod and shoving another fifty his way, he shrugged and started mixing another rum-coke. "Very well, but if anyone asks: I was pouring the drink for Christina." ***** About ten drinks later, Christina helped an intoxicated Britney off of her barstool. Just as she settled the bill, a man rushed into the bar and quickly headed for the two singers. Christina recognized the man: Larry Rudolph, Britney's devoted manager. "Britney! Are you okay? I've been looking for you all over this damn hotel," Larry panted. "And why shouldn't I be okay?" the Southern singer giggled. "After all, I'm with my good friend, Christina." She put her arm around Christina's shoulder to indicate their friendship (and to keep from keeling over). The manager's mouth dropped open as he looked back and forth between his boss and -the by her many times cursed adversary- Christina Aguilera, who just stood there and smirked at him. "You... your Good Friend Christina?" he repeated, not sure if he heard correctly. Less then a week ago, Britney had VERY loudly proclaimed to him how much she hated "that bitch" Aguilera, and now they're suddenly bestest buds?! They must be ice-skating in Hell today... Britney giggled again, and nodded. It was only then that he noticed the odour of alcohol coming from both girls, and got a pretty good idea to the cause of Britney's strange behaviour. "Britney... are you drunk?" he hissed as quietly as possible. The pop star straightened herself as upright as she could in her current condition and gave her manager an indignant look. "And why shouldn't I be drunk? I'm not that innocent, you know!" Larry cringed as the inebriated singer raised her voice and quickly scanned around for any reporters. Luckily the hotel staff seemed to have taken care of that and they were mostly alone by now. However, he knew from bitter experience that it wouldn't take long before the press got a whiff of the situation and start circling around them like vultures around a dying prey. So he should handle this newest predicament as quickly and delicately as possible. "Yes, Britney... I know that "you're not that innocent" but your fans don't, and I prefer to keep it that way... and if you were sober, so would you," he added. Damn! He should have become a corporate lawyer like his father wanted... then he wouldn't have to deal with shit like this. The manager sighed. "I'll need to speak to the hotel manager to make sure that none of this leaks out to the press... but first we need to get you to your room." "Don't worry about that," Christina said, opening her mouth for the first time since Britney's manager arrived. "I'll help Britney to her room and into bed." Larry issued the suspiciously helpful singer a sceptical look. In her current intoxicated state, Britney may think of Christina as her new best friend, but he suspected some ulterior motive behind the blonde's sudden friendship with his charge. He wasn't someone who paid a lot of attention to the rumour mill, but he did keep out an open ear when it was about Britney's competition. And the things he had heard about Miss Aguilera didn't exactly bode well for his client. Basically all rumours came down to this: Christina Aguilera could be a real bitch when crossed... And Britney had crossed her on more then one occasion. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," he started to say before he was suddenly interrupted by Britney. "I think it's a great idea!" the tipsy pop star said. "Christina can help me to my room, and in the meantime you can deal with the hotel staff." "I really don't think--" he tried again. "Oh, Larry! Stop worrying so much!" Britney blew off his concerns. Giving him a wave, she hooked her arm through Christina's and let the older singer lead her away. Larry watched them go with a chagrined look, and considered going after them... then he shrugged. Screw this! If Britney wanted to trust that blonde bitch then she could go ahead. He was getting really fed up with running after her and acting like her fucking lapdog. He gave the girls a final look, before turning around and seeking out the hotel manager. 'At least they're smart enough to use the service elevators in order to avoid the press.' Chapter 2 - Stripped (F/F) Larry's hunch proved correct: Christina did have ulterior motives. Though she didn't have an actual plan in mind (besides having a little fun) when she started feeding Britney drinks; an idea did occur when the superstar started getting really plastered. She considered getting the singer all riled up about the paparazzi (a subject, she knew, that could get Britney really angry) and then arranging an "accidental" meeting with the press... then all she had to do was sit back and enjoy the show as a not-so-innocent, intoxicated Britney made an arse out of herself in front of an army of reporters. However, now that she got her chance, she didn't really want to follow through with that plan anymore. One reason for that is she hated those paparazzi every bit as much as Britney did, and it went against every fibre of her being to throw someone -anyone- to the nonexistent mercy of those scumbags... even if that someone was Britney Spears. But that wasn't the whole reason, or even the biggest part of it. Much as she hated admitting it to herself, the main reason was that the time they shared in the bar together had somehow rekindled some of their old friendship from when they were both in the Mickey Mouse Club. And now, as they made their way to Britney's room, Christina couldn't help feel a bit protective of the smaller blonde; she looked so damn cute! "Ohhhhh, I'm feeling a bit sick... I-I might throw up on you," a somewhat pale-faced Britney warned as they entered her room. "Don't worry about it... As long as you don't start singing, I'll be fine," Christina flippantly replied. Despite her nausea, Britney couldn't help laughing at her friend's little jibe. "You're such a bitch," she giggled. "That's me!" Christina good-naturedly responded while looking around Britney's suite. "Now, let's get you into the bathroom... before you start blowing chunks all over this expensive carpet." Britney giggled again and allowed her new friend to lead her towards the bathroom. They just made it inside in time for Britney to rush over to the toilet, throw open the lid and empty her stomach into the bowl. Meanwhile, Christina was acting out her new best-friend role by holding Britney's hair while she threw up and murmuring comforting words into the sick girl's ear. It took almost ten minutes before the singer's stomach was drained and the throwing up turned into dry heaves, and another ten minutes before Britney felt good enough to leave her position near the toilet bowl. "Ugh..." Britney groaned, as she slowly stood up. Standing a bit wobbly on her feet, she would've tipped over if not for Christina's helping hand. "Thanks," Britney muttered. "No problem. That's what friends are for," Christina smiled. "But you look like you're about to take another drop again, any moment. So we better get you cleaned up and into your warm, comfy bed." "That sounds nice," the Southerner smiled. "I figured you would like that," the older singer beamed back. "Now, let's get you out of those nasty clothes and into the shower." "Mmmmm... a shower," Britney mumbled with a dreamy look on her face. "Yes, a nice, hot shower," Christina told the singer, and slowly began undressing her... Even though she didn't want to sacrifice her "esteemed colleague" to the press, she still wouldn't mind getting a bit of revenge on Britney... and this situation seemed to hold plenty of opportunities to get even with the pop star. It just so happened that one of the many rumours floating around about Christina Aguilera, is that she loves a nice, juicy pussy and a pair of tits as much (if not more) as a long, hard cock. And, as opposed to 90% of the other rumours about her, this one was actually true. Christina is totally, 100% Bi! And ever since they both became famous, she'd fantasized about making it with her former Mousketeer co-star, Britney Spears. It seems she now had the chance to make that fantasy come true... With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Christina started tugging at the tight pink top that Britney was wearing, eager to see the bounty that lay beneath the pink fabric. In her excited state, it proved to be a tad difficult to remove the skin-tight top from Britney's torso, but once the younger singer helpfully raised her arms, she finally managed to pull it off. Having seen the outline of Britney's pert nipples underneath the tight top, Christina already knew that the Southerner wasn't wearing a bra. However, the Latino star still wasn't entirely prepared for the stunning sight that greeted her, as Britney's perfect breasts were suddenly revealed to her in all their splendid glory. Christina's eyes widened as she stared the most beautiful, round, firm, perky pair of tits that she's ever laid eyes on; and then let out a slight gasp as she observed those twin beauties bouncing lightly up and down, only inches away from her face. She actually had to summon every ounce of self-control she possessed, to keep herself from latching onto one of those perfect pink nipples, and never letting go. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Christina managed to shake off some of the overwhelming feelings of lust that were about to make her loose control. Quickly kneeling down, she continued her task of undressing the young pop star -- this time focussing her attentions on Britney's white mini-skirt. With slightly shaking hands she unfastened the waistband, and slowly slid the skirt down... 'Like unwrapping a present,' she breathlessly considered as more and more of Britney's tanned, silk-like skin came into view. Seconds later, Britney Spears stood before her, clad only in a pair of knee-high leather boots and tiny pink panties. The superstar managed to look both sexy and innocent in this state of undress. But then again, Britney always had a particular knack for pulling off the innocent/sexy look. It was just another indication how good the young pop star was at it, that even in her current drunken condition, she managed to achieve that look. After taking in this breathtaking sight for almost an entire minute, Christina moved to unzip Britney's boots... With her hand already on the zipper, she suddenly changed her mind. 'I just have to see how she looks with nothing but those boots on,' the Latino decided. Before making her move at Britney's panties, she glanced up at the pop star's face. The young singer's eyelids were almost closed; a far-away look on her face as she leaned with most of her weight on Christina's shoulders, apparently failing to notice the look of pure lust that was plainly visible on the Latino's face. In fact, Britney showed not even the slightest objection while the older singer undressed and studied her nubile body. All kinda naughty ideas popped up in Christina's mind when she detected how out of it Britney really was. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as it became clear to her that she could pretty much have her way with the beautiful pop star... and Britney, in her current state, wouldn't object to most anything she did. She probably wouldn't even remember it the next day. Well, she sure as Hell wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste! Drawing in her breath, she slowly slid her hands up across the singer's smooth calves towards Britney's muscled, well-trained thighs... As her hands reached their first objective, she gradually inched them closer to their main target: Britney's pink panties. Upon reaching her goal, Christina hooked her fingers in the waistline of the panties, and then gently drew the flimsy item of clothing down. Only seconds later, she found herself looking straight at Britney Spears' snatch-- correction: Britney's BALD snatch! There wasn't even the slightest hint of hair to be found on the megastar's mons. Christina studied Britney's bald cunt with an expert eye. 'This was no shaving job,' she finally concluded. 'Little Miss Spears obviously had an electrolysis treatment to get her slit this smooth.' Licking her suddenly dry lips, Christina sat a bit back to fully take in the naked beauty before her. What a sight! Britney -Fucking- Spears naked, except for a pair of knee-high leather boots. And those boots only helped to accentuate the singer's nakedness. After taking in this tantalizing sight for a minute or so longer, the Latino began to unzip and then remove Britney's boots. This proved to be a difficult task since the singer now seemed to be in a sorta half-conscious/dreamlike state and thus didn't really cooperate with the removal of her footwear. But after a while, Christina managed to coax Britney in lifting her feet, and finally succeeded in taking off the boots. Now her first task of stripping the Southerner totally naked was completed, Christina slowly stood up -- putting her hands on Britney's hips to keep her steady (among other reasons) while she got back to her feet. Upright again, she stood face-to-face with Britney and issued the younger singer a big smile. "So, now that we got rid of your clothes: let's get you into the shower and cleaned up!" "Mmmm, 'kay..." the singer sleepily responded. "But aren't you wearing a bit much for a shower?" Christina looked down and checked out her own fully dressed state. 'Hmmm, damned if Britney isn't right for a change... apparently she isn't that much out of it.' "You're absolutely right, sweetie." Christina smiled at the Southerner. "Why don't you take a seat, and I'll get naked as well." After helping Britney get seated on the toilet lid, she started stripping off her clothes... Initially, the Latino was in kind of a hurry to get naked and into the shower with Britney, until she noticed that the younger singer's eyelids were opened a bit more then before... Aiming a concealed look at the blonde's cute face, she detected Britney's brown eyes peeking at her from under those long eyelashes, watching closely while she got undressed. With an impish smile, Christina slowed down and turned her disrobing into a sensual striptease. Swaying lightly to some imaginary music, she slowly removed her bra... for a long, teasing moment she held the cups in front of her tits... then moved her left arm in front of them while using her right hand to swing the bra above her head and throwing it to the other side of the room. Smiling wickedly, she turned her back to Britney and leaned over while keeping her legs straight, until her hands could touch the floor. Then she reached back, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her long legs... Remaining bend over, she stepped out of her panties, then slowly straightened herself and threw her panties in the same direction as her bra. Now totally naked, Christina gracefully turned around facing Britney again -- whose face, she now noticed, had turned a light shade of red. Offering the Southerner a hand and helping her to her feet, she led the singer into the spacious shower cabin. "Let's get wet," she whispered in the blushing blonde's ear. ***** If there'd been a mirror in the shower then Christina might have noticed the look of lust on Britney's face while she rubbed the liquid soap all over the pop star's naked, nubile body. The young superstar stood with her arms and legs spread leaning against the wall, like she's being searched for hidden weaponry. She seemed almost asleep, but was still very much awake, which became apparent when she suddenly said, "Thanks for going through all this trouble for me, Christina. You're a real friend." "Hey, don't mention it, Brit," Christina cheerfully replied, though she felt a tiny pang of guilt for taking advantage of the blonde in her current, vulnerable condition. "Glad to be of service! Like I said before: that's what friends are for." 'Oh well,' the Latino told herself, mentally shrugging. 'I've always known I'm a bit of a bitch.' Locking her conscience away, Christina moved her hands to where she'd wanted them for the last hour: on Britney's perfect breasts. She held her breath as she cupped the teen star's firm mounds and gently rubbed the soap in while covertly feeling them up at the same time... Christina released the breath she was holding when Britney didn't react in any way while her precious tits were being felt up. In fact... maybe she's imagining things, but it seemed like the blonde was actually arching her back, offering her ample chest to Christina's roaming hands. Feeling more courageous, she started kneading those perfect tits while rubbing her own breasts against Britney's back. 'Goddamn! They are real!' Christina thought surprised as she fondled the drunken superstar's firm teen titties. 'Well, that's one bet I definitely would've lost.' "Mmm... Christina? Whaddaya doing?" Britney sleepily inquired. "Making sure every part of you gets nice and clean," Christina reassured the young blonde. "Oh? Mmmmm... feels... kinda nice," the drowsy pop star muttered while rubbing her hard nipples against her friend's hands. The Latino grinned. "Glad you're enjoying it, sweetie." As Christina toyed with Britney's fully erect, pink nipples, she heard a soft, yet audible moan coming from the younger singer. An impish smile crossed Christina's lips, and she gave both hard little pebbles another quick pinch, bringing forth another, louder moan. "Mmmmmm... ohhhh... Oh yeah! Play with my boobies... Ohhhhhh!! That feels soooo good, Christina!" Though Christina almost started laughing at Britney's use of the word "boobies", that didn't prevent here from granting the singer's request and giving the teenager's perfect twins a thorough workout. "Mmmm, you like that, don't ya Britney?" she whispered into the Southerner's ear. "You like me playing with those world-famous, much-admired titties of yours?" "Ohhhhh... God! Yesssss!!" the younger blonde hissed as Christina pinched her nipples again while pulling at the same time. Sensing that she could get away with just about anything right now, the Latino started taking further liberties with Britney's body. While her left hand remained busy with Britney's boobs, her right slid down across the superstar's well-trained tummy towards the ultimate prize: Britney's virgin cunt. 'Well, self-proclaimed virgin cunt,' Christina corrected herself. 'But I plan on finding out soon enough if there's any truth to that claim.' A satisfied sigh escaped the Latino's lips as her hand finally reached the smooth V between Britney's legs. Instantly, almost on their own accord, her fingers began feeling up the blonde's mons - rubbing and tickling Britney's wonderful silky slit before sliding a searching finger between her swollen lips. As Christina's finger entered the Southerner's snatch, it quickly encountered proof of the younger girl's arousal, as the probing digit was in no time completely covered and dripping with Britney's juices. Christina's smile widened at her discovery. While using her thumb to search out and rub Britney's clit, she started sliding her finger in and out of the singer's tight cunt. Each time Christina moved her finger inside, she pushed in deeper... searching for the singer's hymen. Even though the Southerner was pretty tight, she didn't encounter anything resembling a maidenhead. Meanwhile, Britney's moans were getting louder and she started calling out further encouragements, "Ohhhhh!! Oh! OHHHHHH!!! Mmmmmm... Ohhhh Christina, that feels SO nice! Mmmmm... Ohhhhh yeah! Rub my clittie and play with my cunny... Soooo good... Ohhh!! Please don't stop!" "Don't ya worry, Brit," Christina grinned. "I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon... At least not until I've made you shoot your hot girl-cum all over my hand." The blonde singer followed up her words by inserting another finger into the famous teenager's tight twat. Britney let out loud moan as narrow entrance was further invaded. "Oh yeah! That sure as hell is one hot little cunt you have, Britney," Christina huskily whispered in the superstar's ear, as she started fucking that tight passage with two fingers at once. "But is it REALLY a virgin cunt, or is that just a little white lie you tell the press?" The Latino singer snickered when she saw the blonde blush at her question. "Well is it?" she accentuated her question by flicking the younger girl's clit and pinching one of her erect nipples at the same time. Britney gasped and rushed to answer, "YES!! Yes, it is! I'm still a virgin." "Hmmm, then what happened to your hymen, little girl?" For emphasis, Christina pushed her fingers inside the superstar's slick passage as far as she could get them. "Lost it horseback riding," the Southerner managed to grunt back. "Tsk! What a waste," Christina sighed. "Unless, of course, you were "horseback riding" some young stud at the time?" "Nope, just ordinary horseback riding," Britney answered; giggling a little despite the embarrassment and arousal she was feeling. "So you've never let Justin put his cock inside this cute little pussy?" Christina curiously inquired. "Noooooo, never!" Britney moaned, as she started moving up and down Christina's thrusting fingers. "That poor boy." Christina let out another - this time fake - sigh. "What exactly do you do when he gets horny?" "I -Ohhh!- I-I play with... his thing, a-and -Mmmm- let him play with my b-boobies." Christina giggled and leaned over to nibble on the blonde's earlobe while at the same time finger-fucking the young star at an increasingly rapid pace. "That's it, Brit?" she breathed into the singer's ear. "You've never even given him a blowjob?" "O-Once... on his birthday," Britney blushingly confessed. Christina giggled again. "You naughty thing!" Her curiosity satisfied for the moment, the older blonde stopped talking and concentrated all her effort on making Britney cum like never before. Meanwhile, the blonde superstar remained silent as well... except for the grunts and groans which seemed to come from her very core; and which quickly became louder and more frequent as the Latino's nimble fingers brought her closer and closer to a much-needed orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!! OH!!" Pushing her little butt up and down, Britney enthusiastically rode her ex-enemy's hand to her now rapidly impending climax. "OH!! OHHHH!!! OHHHHHH!!! OH GAWD!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!!" Christina took that as her cue to add a third finger in the singer's tight twat and using her left hand to rub Britney's erect little clittie. "Come for me, Brit!" she enthusiastically called out. "I'M CUMMMMMINNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!" Britney screeched; startling not only Christina but also herself with that VERY loud announcement. Feeling a bit shocked at first, this was quickly replaced by a mixture of amusement, pride and arousal, as Christina watched the young blonde shake and shudder in her arms while experiencing what sounded like her biggest orgasm EVER. Gradually decreasing the rapid finger-fucking to a gentle rocking motion, she slowly brought the purring pop star down from her climax. Wearing a satisfied smile, Christina leisurely played with the blonde's pussy while watching Britney bask in the afterglow of her orgasm... ***** After finishing up their shower, Christina turned off the faucets and helped the younger girl out of the shower. Since her orgasm seemed to have drained all of the Southerner's energy reserves, the Latino had to practically carry the singer from the shower stall. Having used her time in the shower to consider her next step, Christina took a seat in front of the bathroom mirror and pulled Britney on her lap. The blonde slumped down against her breasts, but managed to stay seated. Looking like the proverbial cat-that-swallowed-the-canary, the "Genie in a bottle" singer gazed down at the barely awake Britney and let her hands play across the teenager's welltrained form. Silently studying the blonde's various reactions to her touch, Christina absently noted that tweaking the Southerner's stiff nipples brought a low moan from Britney's lips, while pinching her clit made her squeak and shudder on her lap. Licking her lips, Christina cupped the teenbopper's breasts and roughly kneaded the firm flesh. While using her fingers to squeeze the firm breasts, she took a stiff pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave them a quick pinch. To her delight, even this rough treatment of Britney's famous boobs brought forth no further response except another, louder moan from the blonde's lips. Christina studied the naked starlet on her lap with adoring eyes. 'Awww! Poor lil thing must be exhausted, looking so out of it and helpless... Great opportunity to have my way with the sexy bitch!' A surge of lust went through the Latino's loins as she stared into the mirror at the erotic picture the two of them presented. They could easily be considered the embodiment of most men's sexual fantasy: Two young blonde, beautiful teenagers with perfect bodies, on the fringes of adulthood, and both totally naked. And it must be the ultimate wet dream if one of these girls happens to be Britney Spears who's getting felt up while sitting naked with her legs splayed wide apart on the lap of her equally naked nemesis Christina Aguilera. 'And I can do whatever I want with her!' Christina thought excitedly while staring at their reflection in the mirror, hardly able to believe her good fortune. Smiling wickedly, she gave Britney's titties another squeeze. 'My very own life-sized Barbie doll.' After playing with the slumbering pop star's perfect body for a couple minutes more, Christina brushed her teeth and then -with some difficulty- brushed Britney's. "Can't have your breath smelling like barf, sweetie," she told the Southerner while making her rinse and spit out the toothpaste. "That would really put a damper on the night I have planned for us," the blonde added inaudibly, under her breath. With barely restrained enthusiasm, Christina helped--or rather dragged the dazed and tired superstar into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. Resting her hands on her hips, the Latino superstar surveyed the position Britney was in with increasing satisfaction. Lying on her belly in a half kneeling position, Britney's little bubblebutt was pointing straight at her. 'Sorta makes me wonder if she ever let Justin fuck her up the ass,' Christina pondered absently while staring hungrily at the young blonde's tight tush. 'Not a bad solution when her pussy is supposed to be off-limits.' A wicked gleam sparkled in the pop star's eyes. 'Well, whether Justin broke her tight ass in or not, Britney's soon gonna experience a trip up the good ole Hershey Highway - courtesy of Christina Aguilera!' Chapter 3 - What A Girl Wants (F/F, oral, anal, mast) ***** WARNING: There's some hinting at F/f incest in this chapter. Don't like that, then stop reading... ***** For the second time this evening, Christina entered Britney's hotel room, this time carrying with her a pink suitcase. She quickly locked the door behind her and made her way to the bedroom... Some of the anxiousness she felt went away when her eyes took in Britney's naked form, still curled up on the bed the way she left her. With her eyes captivated by the spellbinding sight of the nude singer, she put down the suitcase, quickly opened it, and -after a short search- pulled out a Polaroid camera. A wicked smile appeared on her lips as she headed for the bed. Sitting herself down beside the sleeping pop star, Christina softly stroked Britney's forehead. "How ya doing, sweetheart?" she whispered in the blonde's ear. Receiving only a bit of incoherent mumbling in response, Christina felt sufficiently satisfied that the younger singer was still very much out of it. The Latino grinned to herself. "Time for your photo shoot, Britney." ***** With a satisfied look and a big smile on her face, Christina surveyed the scene before her. Britney Spears, bestselling pop star, idol of millions, and self-proclaimed virgin lay naked amidst a large collection of stuffed toy animals. Lying on her back with her perky teen titties pointing up at the ceiling and her legs spread wide-open, the only thing the teen star had to protect her modesty was a stuffed Garfield parked right in front of her slit. 'Cute. A cat to protect her pussy,' Christina observed with a smirk as she positioned the camera in front of her eyes and took a picture of the naked star. Giggling to herself, Christina placed the Garfield on Britney's toned tummy and took another photo. "Now lets get a picture of that cute pussy without the kitty." Removing the stuffed cat from Britney's belly, she snapped off another shot. Giggling with girlish glee, Christina placed Britney's hands on her pussy, making it look like the pop star was playing with herself. Once she finally managed to control her laughter, she started taking a whole lot of pictures of the blonde's pornographic display, occasionally making a tiny alteration to the drunken superstar's pose. Next, she turned Britney on her belly with her legs propped beneath her, making the Southerner's butt stick up in the air, with her bald slit clearly visible between her legs. Excitedly, Christina snapped some more pictures. Making sure to get plenty of close-ups of Britney's round little butt and her puffy slit. 'Not bad!' Christina complimented herself after checking out the photos she'd taken so far. 'But I think there's some room for improvement.' Walking up to the kneeling, half-conscious superstar, she lightly shook Britney's shoulder and whispered in the Southerner's ear, "Britney? Are you awake, sweetie?" After shaking and calling the pop star's name a few times, Britney's eyelids opened a little and she gazed with blurry eyes at Christina. "Hmmm? Momma? Is that you?" The Latino's eyebrows lifted an entire inch when she heard herself being confused with Britney's mother Lynn. 'She must be more drunk then I thought if she thinks I'M her mother,' the singer grumbled to herself. However, it quickly occurred to her that this little mix-up could act to her advantage. "Yes, honey, it's me... I need you to do something for me, Britney." "What is it, momma?" the pop star mumbled. "I want you to reach back and spread your ass-cheeks for me." The Southerner looked confused. "Huh? Why's that?" "I need to take your temperature, sweetie," Christina explained with a sly smile. "Oh... Okay." The blonde Latino felt her heartbeat increasing when Britney reached back with both hands and slowly spread her firm ass-cheeks, exposing her little puckered anus to the cool air of the air-conditioned room. "Is this okay, momma?" the younger singer questioned, looking over her shoulder with her big brown, puppy-dog eyes. "Just a little more, sweetheart," Christina instructed while raising the camera into position. She felt her pussy growing damp as the naked pop star spread her buttocks even further, fully exposing both her openings to the camera's eye. "That's great! Hold that position, Britney," Christina called out, and quickly took a couple of award winning photos of Britney Spears' bald snatch and tight little asshole "Why are you taking my picture, momma?" the confused Southerner questioned. "For the family photo album, sweetie." "But momma! I'm completely naked." "Don't worry about that, Bit-Bit," Christina reassured the somewhat anxious singer (recalling the nickname Britney got when she was a child) "we won't show these photos to anyone outside the family." Britney blinked her eyes and was quiet for a moment as her inebriated mind seemed to consider this. "Oh, okay then," she finally responded. Christina smiled triumphantly. "That's my girl! Now go give momma a big smile!" She felt her pussy throb as Britney obeyed and looked back across her shoulder, flashing her trademark, dazzling smile while presenting her pussy and asshole to the camera. Christina felt torn between taking pictures of this incredibly erotic display, and tearing off her own clothes and stuffing a couple of fingers inside her aroused cunt. She opted for taking more pictures first and waiting just a little bit longer before getting naked and relieving some of the sexual tension she's feeling. "That's it, Bit-Bit!" Christina muttered excitedly while photographing the beautiful bucknaked pop star from a series of different angles. "Show momma that gorgeous ass of yours!" And Britney did just that. She even arched her back to make her perfect round globes stand out more. The blonde singer couldn't help gawking at the spellbinding sight of Britney's little pink asshole winking at her... With a hoarse voice, she instructed the Southerner to suck her finger in her mouth, getting it nice and wet, before sticking it up her ass. Without a word of protest, the blonde did as she was told and slowly pushed her middle finger inside her tight asshole. An excited moan escaped Christina's lips as she watched the naked pop idol shove a finger up her ass. She quickly snapped off a couple of more shots of this momentous occasion. Britney let out a low moan of her own once her entire middle finger was all the way inside her butt. Still gazing back across her shoulder, she shot the Latino a beseeching look. "Am I doing well, momma?" "You're doing great, darling... Now move your finger back-and-forth for a while, so your little butt will be good and ready for mommy's thermometer." Once again, Britney followed "her mother's" instructions without any hesitation, and started finger-fucking her ass. Christina licked her suddenly dry lips as she stared at the hypnotizing scene taking place right before her eyes. Pointing the camera, she took half a dozen pictures of Britney Spears fingering her asshole before the excitement got too much for her and she just had to play with her throbbing cunt. Putting the camera on the bed, she quickly reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. After depositing her panties on the floor and hitching her skirt up, she plumped down in the chair she'd placed in front of the bed, planted her feet on the foot end of Britney's bed, and started playing with her moist and needy pussy. Britney rested her tired head on one of the downy pillows while she continued to finger-fuck her tight asshole. "I think I'm ready for the thermometer now, mommy," she moaned. "Is it okay if I take out my finger?" "Not yet, Bit-Bit," Christina gasped while copying the blonde's finger-fucking with a finger in her pussy. "Mommy wants you to get that cute, little asshole nice and loose. Can you show momma what a big girl you already are by adding a second finger into that tight little hole?" "I-I... I'm not sure if I can, momma... even with one finger it's kinda hard." "Please try it for mommy, sweetie," the blonde said with a twisted smile while stroking her clit. "O-Okay, momma... I'll try." True to her word, Britney began pushing a second finger up her ass. Groaning and grunting loudly, she slowly worked the two fingers into her tight back passage until they were all the way inside her. Looking wide-eyed at the amazing sight of those two fingers stretching Britney's pink, little rosebud, Christina furiously fucked two of her fingers into her dripping snatch. She quickly grabbed the camera with her free hand and halted her finger-fucking long enough to take a picture of this momentous occasion. "That's great, darling, now move those fingers back and forth until I tell you to stop." "Like this, momma?" Britney questioned while sliding her fingers in-and-out her tightlystretched anus. "Just a little faster, Bit-Bit!" Christina panted while taking another snapshot of the erotic scene before her. "And don't be afraid to shove those fingers as far up your ass as you can get them." Grunting loudly, the Southerner started finger-fucking her asshole with steadily increasing speed while Christina cheered her on. When Britney began really slamming her two digits into her tiny bunghole, the blonde Latino took a few more photos then tossed the camera aside and started frigging her slit with the same enthusiasm that Britney was displaying while finger-fucking her asshole. With the incredible show Britney's putting on and the pent-up arousal that had gradually built-up through out the evening, it didn't take the Latino pop star long to cum. With a long, drawn-out groan she came, coating her fingers with her juices. Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Christina leisurely played with her slit while she watched the young, blonde superstar pounding her fingers up her ass. After she had made Britney finger-fuck her asshole for a full fifteen minutes, she finally told the singer to stop. Letting out a small grunt, the Southerner popped her fingers out and assumed her previous position of spreading her butt-cheeks open in preparation of the thermometer's insertion. While directing another smirk at the obediently kneeling blonde, Christina got up and retrieved an anal thermometer from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Kneeling behind the bend over pop star, she shoved it -without much preamble- right up Britney's butt. The teen pop queen gasped loudly as the long, cold rod was suddenly buried almost all the way up her tight ass. Smiling at the lovely sight Britney made, positioned naked on her knees with the tip of a thermometer peeking out of her asshole, Christina picked up the camera again and took some more photos. Christina finally ended the photo session by moving the camera less then a foot away from Britney's bald snatch, and shooting a couple of extreme close-ups of the singer's - now not so private - parts. Putting the camera away, she took the thermometer out and patted Britney's bottom. "Good girl," she spoke satisfied while glancing at the last batch of pictures she took. Through blurry eyes, Britney looked back at her (supposed) mother. "Thank you, mommy... Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" For a brief moment, Christina considered telling Britney to lie on her back with her feet in her neck and hold her pussy open, but she quickly dismissed that thought. No matter how drunk the young blonde might be, it's highly unlikely Britney would believe that her mother would come up with such a request. She'd already been pushing her luck by asking the pop star to finger her asshole. "Nope, you've done fine, sweetie," the Latino answered once she'd suppressed the very strong urge to make the blonde perform some more twisted sex-acts in front of the camera. Britney smiled happily. "Then can I have my special reward now?" Christina looked puzzled. "Your special reward?" "Yeah, you know..." Britney wiggled her butt and spread her legs a little wider, flashing Christina her bare beaver. "The special kiss goodnight you always give me when I've been a very good girl." Christina let out a slight gasp. 'Oh... WOW! Apparently, Britney's mom asking her little girl to show off her bald cunt isn't such an unlikely event after all.' Quickly recovering from her initial shock, Christina gave the blonde's behind another friendly pat and took the two silky, golden-tanned globes in her hands. Slowly spreading the Southerner's cheeks, she leaned down. "Sure, sweetheart... let mommy kiss it and make it all better." Britney moaned blissfully when she felt a soft, wet tongue swipe across her labia and caress her aching clit. "Oh yesssss!! Sooooo gooooooodddddd!" The blonde Southerner giggled and wiggled her ass when the tongue started spelling out letters and numbers on her pussy... the experienced muscle only halted the spelling occasionally to flick repeatedly against her rock-hard clittie. "Put it inside me, mommy!" Britney called over her shoulder while pushing her butt back a little further. "Tongue-fuck my little slit and make me cum!" Christina happily complied and stabbed her tongue inside Britney's delectable teen twat, bringing forth a cry of pleasure from the pop star. Savouring the superstar's sweet, virgin-like taste, she twirled her tongue around: sampling every flavour of the Southerner's honey jar. Britney moaned and shuddered on the bed while her lover's tongue probed, prodded and examined every inch of her pussy. When that nimble tongue started sliding in and out her slit, she moved her ass back and forth... fucking herself on the singer's talented mouth. "Ohhh!! Mmmm! Yes!!" Making little sounds of delight, she happily rode Christina's face to a much desired orgasm. "That's it, Bit-Bit!" Christina's muffled voice called out from between the pop star's thighs. "Cum for momma! Soak mommy's face with your sweet pussy juice!" Christina's perverted encouragements brought the blonde superstar over the edge. "I'm coming, momma!!" Britney called out loudly as she reached her climax. "I'M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!" Breathing heavily, Britney rested her head on a pillow; a blissful smile on her face while her lover's tongue hungrily lapped up the drops of girl-cum dripping from her slit. The Southerner's satisfied smile remained fixed on her face as she slowly drifted into a deep slumber. Smacking her lips, Christina raised her head and gazed down at the drowsing diva. A smile crossed her lips mirroring Britney's. However much she sometimes disliked the younger singer, she had to admit that her rival possessed a definite cuteness factor - especially lying curled up on the bed like this, without a stitch of clothing on and that special kinda smile on her face that clearly said: I just got some. Reaching out, she stroked a hand across the sleeping beauty's nude form... first caressing Britney's smooth thighs, then moving slowly upwards to the blonde's round little butt. With Britney safely asleep, Christina took her time to meticulously inspect the young singer's welltrained behind. While letting her eyes feast on that perfect ass, she stroked, massaged and pinched each of the firm globes for a full fifteen minutes before focussing her attentions on the pop star's bald pussy. Turning Britney on her back, Christina spread the superstar's legs far apart and examined the blonde's wet and wide-open box from up-close. Putting her face so close to Britney's cunt that her nose almost slipped inside, she used two fingers from each hand to pry Britney's labia lips further apart, and peered into the pop star's pink opening. Quickly getting up from the bed, the Latino turned on the big light and resumed her position between Britney's wide-spread legs. Holding the singer's slit wide-open, she gazed deep inside her rival's cunt and happily noticed that she could now see a lot more of the pop star's pink love tunnel then before. With Britney's cunt so invitingly displayed, Christina couldn't resist using her tongue again on that delicious pussy. She started by tickling the tip of her tongue around and across the blonde's bald slit. After lathering Britney's entire crotch with her saliva, she licked tiny circles around the singer's stiff clit, making them smaller and smaller until her tongue touched the taut little knob. The moment her tongue came in contact with Britney's hard clit she placed her mouth around it, and started sucking and nibbling at the little bundle of nerves. Despite her apparent semiconscious state, Britney wildly bucked her hips as Christina increased her oral assault on the blonde's clitoris. When she sensed that Britney was getting close to another orgasm, she moved her tongue away from the singer's stiff clit and stabbed it deep inside the pop star's pussy. Taking Britney's clit between her thumb and forefinger, she started jerking it off like a dick. The combination of getting tongue-fucked and having her clit jerked, had quite the effect on Britney, who suddenly appeared to be very much awake. Shaking wildly on the big bed, she squealed like a piglet as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Just when it seemed that she couldn't possibly cum any harder then this, Christina negated that notion by sticking a finger up her ass and making her cum twice as hard. Bucking and thrashing on the bed, Britney screamed out her orgasm. Grunting and groaning while thrusting her pussy into Christina's face, Britney blissfully rode out her breathtakingly long orgasm. The blonde Latino's expert tongue and fingers skilfully dragged out her climax for so long that by the time Christina stopped her ministrations, she looked cross-eyed and her fingers and toes were clawing the covers. Christina lapped up the last drops of girl-cum that dripped from the pop star's virgin pussy and smacked her lips. "Mmmm, you're one tasty, little bitch, Britney," she appreciatively said, planting a big kiss on Britney's bald cunt. After French-kissing the blonde singer's slit, Christina began placing a series of small kisses across the younger girl's muscular abdomen all the way up to her tits. Her lips slowly climbed the heaving slopes of Britney's firm teen bosom, marking the way with tiny kisses, before reaching the tiny, yet rock-hard, pink treasures she'd set her sights on. Taking one of the blonde's taut nipples in her mouth, she greedily sucked on it while her right hand squeezed and fondled the pop star's other tit. A few moments later, she let the pointy pink nipple slip from her mouth and latched on to the other tit while her hand played with the breast she'd just abandoned. Christina switched back and forth between Britney's tits until both boobs were shiny with her saliva and each pink nipple stood out swollen and angry. After a couple of minutes of suckling on Britney's tits like a hungry babe, Christina decided to move her attentions a little higher. Kissing her way up the singer's slender neck, she eventually reached Britney's pouty red lips and instigated a long, passionate kiss. When she detected the slight parting of the singer's lips, Christina instantly slipped her tongue inside and began frenching the blonde, while keeping her hands pleasantly occupied with the Southerner's perky tits. Ending the liplock, the older singer raised her head slightly and gazed down at Britney's face - the blonde's features looking relaxed and extra innocent in sleep. She cocked a quizzical eyebrow. 'Asleep AGAIN?! Damn! That's one drowsy bitch.' Frankly, she'd hoped to persuade Britney to go down on her since she's about to explode from pent-up arousal; but apparently she could pretty much forget about that. Shrugging off her disappointment, Christina decided to look at it philosophically. 'Oh, well... there are other ways to get yourself off.' And, luckily, she knew plenty... Planting her thighs on either side of Britney's right leg, she began rubbing her dripping centre against the smooth, silky skin of the singer's upper leg. Closing her eyes, she moaned loudly as the friction against her aching clit made sparks of pleasure shoot through her system. While humping the blonde's leg with rapidly increasing speed, Christina cupped her breasts and pinched her rock-hard nipples, letting out a series of excited little grunts. She slid down a little lower until she felt Britney's knee pressing against her aching pussy, and eagerly continued riding the pop star's leg. The combined sensations from her pinched nipples and stimulated clit resulted in a quick but gratifying orgasm. Panting a little, she steadily slowed the humping of the singer's leg until she felt satiated, and then stopped. Feeling a lot more relaxed now that she'd worked off most of the sexual tension, Christina sat up and gazed down at the still sleeping blonde pop star. She briefly wondered if it's the several rum-cokes or the numerous orgasms that had Britney sleeping like she'd just gone into hibernation. Then again, maybe she's just a very heavy sleeper. Christina stretched and stifled a yawn. 'Mmmm... Oh, well... considering I'm pretty tired myself, it's probably best to continue this when we're both well-rested - or, at the very least, awake.' She shot a sardonic look at the sleeping blonde lying beneath her. 'I really prefer my sex-partners to be a bit more active than this.' Getting up from the bed, she retrieved the pictures she'd made of Britney. A wicked smile appeared on her lips as she browsed through them. 'And if my ditzy lil' blonde isn't in the mood once she's sobered up... Well, then I guess I'll just have to use these lovely snapshots to convince her. I think that the prospect of a picture of her naked, flashing her pussy and asshole at the camera, appearing in some tabloid will have her spreading her legs for me faster then she can say "Oops, I did it again".' Putting some of her favourite pictures aside, she hid them in a secret compartment of her suitcase. Walking back to the bed, she sat down and opened the nightstand on her side of the bed. When she spotted a bible lying in the drawer, Christina softly snickered and placed the remaining pictures beneath it. After a quick visit to the bathroom, she placed a quick call to her manager and told him to cancel all her appointments for tomorrow so she can take the entire day off and enjoy some personal time. He started to protest that this was way too short notice, but she quickly interrupted him, "Listen, buddy: I haven't had a day off in ages and I really need to unwind, so just take care of it, okay?! Goodnight!" and hung up. Crawling into bed next to Britney, she wrapped her arms around the younger girl and snuggled against her naked body. Closing her eyes, Christina quickly dropped into a deep sleep where she dreamt about Britney; the wicked smile on her lips and red flush on her cheeks a clear indication of the kinda dream she's having. To be continued in Chapter 4 - I'm A Slave 4 U (F/F, Fdom, blackmail, BDSM, humil, anal, reluc)