anonymous
12-13-2007, 04:45 PM
Trance Star: Madonna, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera
Tranceman
Special thanks to Anynom who suggested the Britney/Christina idea. Hope you like it.
The crowds were beginning to pile out from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, the 2001
Grammy Awards having reached their end and the artists and artists starting to mingle outside. It
had been a good show overall, with few real bumpy spots. And while she hadn't picked up any
more awards, Christina Aguilera was having a great time.
She walked near the ladies' room, her cornhusk style blond locks framing her attractive
face, her nice open dress getting attention (although nothing like Toni Braxton's) and glad to be
out of most of the craziness. She sighed as she made her way into the restroom and jumped back
a bit to see some guy there in loose street clothes, dark hair underneath a baseball cap. "Hey,
dude, get the hell out of here!"
"Now why would I do that?" a decidedly female voice came from the figure. The "boy"
looked up and Christina took a moment to recognize the face. "Holy shit, Britney?"
"Britney Spears smiled as she walked up, embracing Christina and giving her a nice long
kiss on the lips. Christina closed her eyes and kissed back. Few suspected that the feud the two
had was just an elaborate cover for their longtime affair. Not even their boyfriends knew that the
duo were closer than any could imagine.
They finally broke off the kiss and Christina looked at Britney in amazement. "I thought
you were out of town?"
"Had to come and see you," Britney smiled. "Didn't think I could go a big award show
without you and me together afterwards."
"Sheesh, I thought you bowed out because you couldn't stand Madonna."
"Well, I can't really. Come on, you saw that lame ass number she just did, I can't be
dragged down by a has-been."
"Hope she doesn't see you here," Christina sighed.
"Relax," Britney smiled. "You'd be amazed how much dark locks can disguise you when
you're a blond." She moved closer to Christina, wrapping her arms around her. "Come on, let's
get out of here, get to the hotel and I'll make you feel better over not winning anything."
Grinning, the two moved out of the bathroom and headed right towards the street, their minds
already flashing to a hot night.
The limo cruised through the streets of Los Angeles, the driver knowing better than to
bother the passenger right now. The back of the limo carried a single woman seething with rage.
Madonna had been completely shut out at the Grammys and that was pissing her off
royally. Steely Dan had beaten her, for Gods' sake. Those assholes hadn't made a hit record in ten
years and they'd taken the award out from under her. And Macy Gray and U2? Oh, that was just
rubbing her nose in it.
Well, the one consolation as that none of those teeny-bop shits had won anything either.
At least Madonna was still going to be in this for a long time, long after all of them had faded into
obscurity. Still, she was pissed. And as often happened when she was pissed, she was also horny
as hell and wishing she hadn't left Guy back at the hotel. God, she needed a good fuck.
It was at that moment that Madonna happened to glance out the car window and saw a
very familiar figure walking down the street. How do you like that? Christina Aguilera and some
bitch in street clothes. Madonna's hand went to the pendant around her neck and it only took a
few seconds of thought before she decided what to do. "Romane, pull over."
The driver immediately obeyed, pulling the car to the sidewalk, right where Christina and
Britney were walking. The two girls slowed as the window rolled down, allowing Madonna to
stick her head out. "Well, hello," she said, putting on a good show of charm. "Come here often."
"Hey!" Christina said, genuinely pleased to see the older singer. "I didn't expect you to
come here? Is your husband with you?"
"No, he's back at the hotel, partying a bit," Madonna answered back easily. Her eyes went
to Christina's friend, not recognizing her. "So, where are you two off to?"
"Oh, just trying to find a place to have a good time," Christina answered, seeing Britney
wanting to keep silent, no surprise over how she felt with Madonna.
"Well, I happen to have just the place," Madonna smiled as she held up her pendant. It
spun for a bit before suddenly starting to glow. Both Britney and Christina were surprised to see it
do that. Their surprise was cut off when the pendant suddenly unleashed two beams of light that
struck them right between the eyes.
Instantly, both girls felt themselves relax, their minds dulling as they watched the light fade
and their will fade with it. The two swayed in place slightly as Madonna dropped the pendant,
happy to see another two people fall under its spell. She loved Guy and being with him but every
now and then, she needed to get off with someone else, either sex was fine. And the magic in the
pendant prevented anyone from finding out since even they wouldn't know about it.
"Get in, girls," Madonna said, wanting them in before anyone noticed them. She opened
the door and mindlessly, the two entered, sitting across from Madonna and staring forward with
blank and unseeing eyes. "Okay, girls, let's get started. Ramone, drive and just keep right on
driving until I say no."
As the car got underway, Madonna looked over at the dark-haired girl. "Take off the cap,
dear, let me see you." The girl reached up and removed the cap. With it went the dark hair and
Madonna was looking at the famous blonde locks of Britney Spears.
"Why, you little bitch," Madonna hissed. "Out of the country, my ass." She bit her lip as
she stared at the two and was suddenly struck by a thought. "Girls, have you ever had sex
together?"
"Yes," Christina nodded.
"We fuck each other silly every time we can," Britney said in a little more brash tone, still
dully entranced.
"Well, well," Madonna said, stroking her cheek. "Okay, girls, you can still fuck each other
but right now you've got something even more important. Fucking me. Take off all your clothes."
The two swiftly began to undress as Madonna did the same, all three soon naked. Britney had
obviously had work done but her tits were still nice. Christina's were a bit smaller but still enough
to play with. Madonna was still a hot number and she knew it and intended to prove it right now.
After a brief moment of indecision, Madonna spread her legs and spoke. "Okay, Christina,
come here and lick my cunt." Immediately, the young singer fell to her knees, crawled over and
buried her face into Madonna's snatch, her tongue sliding into her lips and immediately began
licking.
Madonna moaned and leaned back as Christina went at her. "Britney, come over her and
onto me," she commanded and soon had the other blonde on her lap, her ass just inches over
Christina's head. Madonna cupped Britney's powerful tits in her hands and squeezed them, letting
her tongue drag over them as Christina continued to lick her out. Madonna managed to hit a
switch to open the sunroof and moved Britney up so her head stuck out of it, the blonde hair
whipping in the wind as Madonna started to lick her snatch.
"Ohhh, yeahhhhh," Britney moaned as Madonna went at her. Madonna's own moans were
muffled as her tongue lapped away at Britney's cunt, her hands squeezing her ass hard as she did.
At the same time, Christina kept right on pushing her face into Madonna's pussy, her hands
rubbing up and down the smooth legs, making sure she got every inch of pussy before her.
Madonna clamped onto Christina's face, making sure the blonde kept on licking as she squeezed
and pinched Britney's ass, lapping away at her pussy. "Ahhhhhh!" Britney screamed, her voice
carrying as the limo sped down the streets as she orgasmed. Soon, Madonna herself came, her
juices swiftly licked away by the waiting Christina.
Madonna pulled Britney back in and arranged herself again. She pushed Christina on her
back on the floor and moved onto her knees, bending her limber body over to lick at Christina. At
the same time, Britney slid under Madonna and reached up, gripping her ass and lowering her
enough to lick her out. "Oooohhhhh," Christina moaned as she withered on the carpet,
Madonna's hands pinching her nipples as she licked away at her cunt. Britney was also into a
tongue lashing of Madonna's pussy, answering her back for the great tongue fuck she'd been
given, pinching Madonna's ass just as hard. "Harder," Christina whispered as she felt Madonna's
expert tongue lick away at her. "Please."
Madonna was quick to answer, licking away at her pussy as Britney did the same to her,
amazed at the sexual prowess of both ladies. "AHHH!" Christina cried out as she came, her juices
spilling out onto Madonna's tongue. "Ugh!" Madonna let out as she released right onto Britney's
face, spilling onto the younger woman.
In seconds, Madonna was in another great position, Britney and Christina both having one
of Madonna's nipples in her mouth, tickling it with their tongue while at the same time, each had
two fingers in Madonna's pussy, rubbing away like mad. Madonna moaned as she felt herself
suckled and fingered. Oh, she still hated these two, but they were great fucks. Maybe she should
try and get that duet with Britney going after all. Well, that was something for another day.
Right now, she still had time to take both women for a long ride.
Tranceman
Special thanks to Anynom who suggested the Britney/Christina idea. Hope you like it.
The crowds were beginning to pile out from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, the 2001
Grammy Awards having reached their end and the artists and artists starting to mingle outside. It
had been a good show overall, with few real bumpy spots. And while she hadn't picked up any
more awards, Christina Aguilera was having a great time.
She walked near the ladies' room, her cornhusk style blond locks framing her attractive
face, her nice open dress getting attention (although nothing like Toni Braxton's) and glad to be
out of most of the craziness. She sighed as she made her way into the restroom and jumped back
a bit to see some guy there in loose street clothes, dark hair underneath a baseball cap. "Hey,
dude, get the hell out of here!"
"Now why would I do that?" a decidedly female voice came from the figure. The "boy"
looked up and Christina took a moment to recognize the face. "Holy shit, Britney?"
"Britney Spears smiled as she walked up, embracing Christina and giving her a nice long
kiss on the lips. Christina closed her eyes and kissed back. Few suspected that the feud the two
had was just an elaborate cover for their longtime affair. Not even their boyfriends knew that the
duo were closer than any could imagine.
They finally broke off the kiss and Christina looked at Britney in amazement. "I thought
you were out of town?"
"Had to come and see you," Britney smiled. "Didn't think I could go a big award show
without you and me together afterwards."
"Sheesh, I thought you bowed out because you couldn't stand Madonna."
"Well, I can't really. Come on, you saw that lame ass number she just did, I can't be
dragged down by a has-been."
"Hope she doesn't see you here," Christina sighed.
"Relax," Britney smiled. "You'd be amazed how much dark locks can disguise you when
you're a blond." She moved closer to Christina, wrapping her arms around her. "Come on, let's
get out of here, get to the hotel and I'll make you feel better over not winning anything."
Grinning, the two moved out of the bathroom and headed right towards the street, their minds
already flashing to a hot night.
The limo cruised through the streets of Los Angeles, the driver knowing better than to
bother the passenger right now. The back of the limo carried a single woman seething with rage.
Madonna had been completely shut out at the Grammys and that was pissing her off
royally. Steely Dan had beaten her, for Gods' sake. Those assholes hadn't made a hit record in ten
years and they'd taken the award out from under her. And Macy Gray and U2? Oh, that was just
rubbing her nose in it.
Well, the one consolation as that none of those teeny-bop shits had won anything either.
At least Madonna was still going to be in this for a long time, long after all of them had faded into
obscurity. Still, she was pissed. And as often happened when she was pissed, she was also horny
as hell and wishing she hadn't left Guy back at the hotel. God, she needed a good fuck.
It was at that moment that Madonna happened to glance out the car window and saw a
very familiar figure walking down the street. How do you like that? Christina Aguilera and some
bitch in street clothes. Madonna's hand went to the pendant around her neck and it only took a
few seconds of thought before she decided what to do. "Romane, pull over."
The driver immediately obeyed, pulling the car to the sidewalk, right where Christina and
Britney were walking. The two girls slowed as the window rolled down, allowing Madonna to
stick her head out. "Well, hello," she said, putting on a good show of charm. "Come here often."
"Hey!" Christina said, genuinely pleased to see the older singer. "I didn't expect you to
come here? Is your husband with you?"
"No, he's back at the hotel, partying a bit," Madonna answered back easily. Her eyes went
to Christina's friend, not recognizing her. "So, where are you two off to?"
"Oh, just trying to find a place to have a good time," Christina answered, seeing Britney
wanting to keep silent, no surprise over how she felt with Madonna.
"Well, I happen to have just the place," Madonna smiled as she held up her pendant. It
spun for a bit before suddenly starting to glow. Both Britney and Christina were surprised to see it
do that. Their surprise was cut off when the pendant suddenly unleashed two beams of light that
struck them right between the eyes.
Instantly, both girls felt themselves relax, their minds dulling as they watched the light fade
and their will fade with it. The two swayed in place slightly as Madonna dropped the pendant,
happy to see another two people fall under its spell. She loved Guy and being with him but every
now and then, she needed to get off with someone else, either sex was fine. And the magic in the
pendant prevented anyone from finding out since even they wouldn't know about it.
"Get in, girls," Madonna said, wanting them in before anyone noticed them. She opened
the door and mindlessly, the two entered, sitting across from Madonna and staring forward with
blank and unseeing eyes. "Okay, girls, let's get started. Ramone, drive and just keep right on
driving until I say no."
As the car got underway, Madonna looked over at the dark-haired girl. "Take off the cap,
dear, let me see you." The girl reached up and removed the cap. With it went the dark hair and
Madonna was looking at the famous blonde locks of Britney Spears.
"Why, you little bitch," Madonna hissed. "Out of the country, my ass." She bit her lip as
she stared at the two and was suddenly struck by a thought. "Girls, have you ever had sex
together?"
"Yes," Christina nodded.
"We fuck each other silly every time we can," Britney said in a little more brash tone, still
dully entranced.
"Well, well," Madonna said, stroking her cheek. "Okay, girls, you can still fuck each other
but right now you've got something even more important. Fucking me. Take off all your clothes."
The two swiftly began to undress as Madonna did the same, all three soon naked. Britney had
obviously had work done but her tits were still nice. Christina's were a bit smaller but still enough
to play with. Madonna was still a hot number and she knew it and intended to prove it right now.
After a brief moment of indecision, Madonna spread her legs and spoke. "Okay, Christina,
come here and lick my cunt." Immediately, the young singer fell to her knees, crawled over and
buried her face into Madonna's snatch, her tongue sliding into her lips and immediately began
licking.
Madonna moaned and leaned back as Christina went at her. "Britney, come over her and
onto me," she commanded and soon had the other blonde on her lap, her ass just inches over
Christina's head. Madonna cupped Britney's powerful tits in her hands and squeezed them, letting
her tongue drag over them as Christina continued to lick her out. Madonna managed to hit a
switch to open the sunroof and moved Britney up so her head stuck out of it, the blonde hair
whipping in the wind as Madonna started to lick her snatch.
"Ohhh, yeahhhhh," Britney moaned as Madonna went at her. Madonna's own moans were
muffled as her tongue lapped away at Britney's cunt, her hands squeezing her ass hard as she did.
At the same time, Christina kept right on pushing her face into Madonna's pussy, her hands
rubbing up and down the smooth legs, making sure she got every inch of pussy before her.
Madonna clamped onto Christina's face, making sure the blonde kept on licking as she squeezed
and pinched Britney's ass, lapping away at her pussy. "Ahhhhhh!" Britney screamed, her voice
carrying as the limo sped down the streets as she orgasmed. Soon, Madonna herself came, her
juices swiftly licked away by the waiting Christina.
Madonna pulled Britney back in and arranged herself again. She pushed Christina on her
back on the floor and moved onto her knees, bending her limber body over to lick at Christina. At
the same time, Britney slid under Madonna and reached up, gripping her ass and lowering her
enough to lick her out. "Oooohhhhh," Christina moaned as she withered on the carpet,
Madonna's hands pinching her nipples as she licked away at her cunt. Britney was also into a
tongue lashing of Madonna's pussy, answering her back for the great tongue fuck she'd been
given, pinching Madonna's ass just as hard. "Harder," Christina whispered as she felt Madonna's
expert tongue lick away at her. "Please."
Madonna was quick to answer, licking away at her pussy as Britney did the same to her,
amazed at the sexual prowess of both ladies. "AHHH!" Christina cried out as she came, her juices
spilling out onto Madonna's tongue. "Ugh!" Madonna let out as she released right onto Britney's
face, spilling onto the younger woman.
In seconds, Madonna was in another great position, Britney and Christina both having one
of Madonna's nipples in her mouth, tickling it with their tongue while at the same time, each had
two fingers in Madonna's pussy, rubbing away like mad. Madonna moaned as she felt herself
suckled and fingered. Oh, she still hated these two, but they were great fucks. Maybe she should
try and get that duet with Britney going after all. Well, that was something for another day.
Right now, she still had time to take both women for a long ride.