Date: Sat, 17 May 2003 06:29:41 +0800
From: JA
Subject: madonna-and-britney

*The following short story is a fantasy. While it focuses on real life pop
divas Madonna and Britney Spears, the story is a total work of fiction. It
does not imply anything about Madonna or Britney's real life sexual
practices.*

Madonna and Britney Spears

	Britney Spears stood in her hotel room, combing her long blonde
hair in the mirror. She had just taken a warm shower and her damp hair hung
over her perky nipples. She was thinking about the video music awards
tonight and how she would soon meet her idol, Madonna.
	Madonna was everything Britney wanted to be. Britney had fantasized
about meeting Madonna ever since she was a little girl. She remembered
watching Madonna as she showed off her glamorous side in the "Vogue" music
video. She remembered singing along with the song and trying to imitate the
dance moves she saw on the TV.
	The thought of Madonna got Britney excited. "I'm so nervous that
I'm going to scare her off when I run into her at the awards," Britney
thought to herself. "I'd better find a way to relax myself before the limo
gets here."
	Masturbating was the thing that always relaxed Britney the
most. She always did it when in "lock down" before her concerts. Sometimes
she liked to put in Madonna's "Erotica" CD and diddle herself until she
came. Sometimes Madonna's voice was enough to make her cum.
	Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Then a voice.
	"Britney, you have ten minutes. You're giving out the first award,
so you have to be ready to have you make-up done in a half hour," said one
of her personal assistants on the other side of the door.
	"OK. I just got out of the shower. Y'all will just have to wait for
me to put some clothes on," Britney said with her sexy Southern accent.
	There wasn't time to finger fuck herself, so Britney decided she'd
just have to put her clothes on and head out the door. Britney quickly put
on her favorite red thong , some old sweat pants and a T-shirt. The awards
show's wardrobe department would have a sexy costume for her to put on, so
there was no reason to dress up in anything fancy.
	As Britney departed for the show all she could think about was
Madonna's beautiful face. Even though Madonna was old enough to be her
mother, she still found the Material Girl to be the sexiest human being
alive. None of the hot Hollywood hunks that had spent the night in
Britney's hotel rooms had ever made her feel as weak in the knees as
Madonna did.

**************

	Britney arrived at the awards show, was dressed by her stylist and
had her make-up applied by a professional. She found herself dressed in a
skirt barely long enough to cover her snatch and a top so skimpy that it
might as well have been a bra. She didn't mind though; Britney loved the
idea of millions of screaming fans lusting after her, wishing they could be
her. The idea of thousands of horny teenage boys (and girls) masturbating
to her image on the TV screen turned her on immensely.
	Britney presented an award for Best Video Director, then went back
stage to look for Madonna. Madonna was scheduled to be the show's final
performer, so she knew she would be around somewhere. A celebrity mixer was
going on in one of the back stage rooms, Madonna was sure to be there.
	Britney checked herself in a mirror and walked into the
room. Immediately her eyes found the woman she'd been fantasizing about,
imitating and pining for since girlhood. Madonna was seated on a white
leather sofa talking to a lesser known rapper about her latest
album. Madonna didn't seem to know who the rapper was, but that didn't stop
her from making small talk and flirting as if she wasn't a married woman
with two kids.
	Madonna absently looked up and her gaze caught Britney
immediately. She smiled warmly and stood up. Britney was amazed as Madonna
gracefully walked over to her.
	"Britney!" Madonna said with a smile that revealed her adorable
gapped teeth. "I've been dying to meet you. My kids love your music! I'm
sorry, but I have to give you a hug. You're my favorite female pop singer
that's out right now."
	Britney was in awe to think that Madonna was a fan of her work.
	"I love you Madonna," was all Britney could say. She was so nervous
that her heart was pounding in her chest.
	"Let's go back to my dressing room and chat," said Madonna, looking
Britney up and down. "Nice top, by the way. It shows off your boobs
nicely. I've always been so jealous of your hot little body."
	"Thank you, Madonna," Britney managed to squeak out.
	Britney couldn't help noticing that Madonna's nipples looked erect
under her slinky black cocktail gown. It wasn't that cold in the party
room. "It must be the fabric," Britney thought to herself absently,
noticing that her own nipples were hard as rocks (but for other reasons).
	The two divas made their way back to Madonna's dressing
room. Madonna had one all to herself since she was the biggest star at the
awards show, or most any awards show for that matter. A few of Madonna's
gay back-up dancers were getting ready in the room, so Madonna told them to
get lost for thirty minutes or so. When they were gone, Madonna locked the
door.
	"I don't want us to be disturbed. I've wanted to meet you for so
long, Britney," Madonna said with a smile. "I've been a fan since the `Baby
One More Time' video. I loved you in that skimpy little school girl's
uniform. You looked very Catholic."
	Britney smiled. "You're such an inspiration for me. I even started
doing yoga after I learned that you did. I used to even sing `Material
Girl' in my early concerts just because I thought you might hear me singing
your music and try to contact me. Fuck, I even danced to one of your songs
in the beginning of my movie `Crossroads.' I've been dying to meet you like
forever."
	Madonna took a seat dangerously close to Britney on another white
leather sofa. She placed her hand delicately on Britney's knee.
	"You're such a talented girl," said Madonna. "But tell me, are you
really a virgin like you originally claimed to be, or are you like in that
song you sing, `not that innocent'?"
	Britney was stunned. Was Madonna flirting with her? "What do you
think?" she asked in her sexiest voice, trying to make sure Madonna knew
that she was open to whatever the older diva had in mind.
	Madonna grinned. "This is what I think..."
	Madonna's hand reached between Britney's legs and felt of her
tender pussy lips, fingering them through Britney's panties. Britney moaned
loudly, laying back on the sofa with her eyes closed.
	"You're so loose down there," Madonna whispered in her ear. "I knew
you'd fucked Justin. How could you resist? I'll fuck him too if I ever get
the chance."
	"Don't stop," was all Britney could say as Madonna's manicured
fingers pushed Britney's panties to the side to allow maximum finger
penetration.
	"This is a game I like to play," Madonna whispered in her ear. "I
make it a point to fuck all the biggest stars in Hollywood. Believe me,
I've had many famous cocks and cunts in my mouth. You're just one of my
conquests."
	"I don't care," said Britney. "Do whatever you want to to me. I
couldn't bear it if you stopped now."
	Madonna dropped to her knees in front of Britney. She expertly
reached under Britney's skirt and slid down the thong panties. Madonna
sniffed the panties briefly after they were removed. There was a trace of
cream inside them, a sign of Britney's passion. Madonna licked up the
cream, then went for more-- this time directly from the source.
	Madonna's tongue penetrated Britney's pink twat with great ease
while one of her fingers gently toyed with Britney's tender anal opening
. She'd obviously done this before, many times before. As her tongue
entered and exited Britney's hole, the younger singer began to moan in
ecstasy. Britney could not believe her good fortune. She had the Material
Girl's face buried in her pussy! Soon she was cumming.
	"Let me return the favor," Britney finally rasped after a loud,
screaming orgasm. "I couldn't live with myself if I don't eat your pussy
tonight."
	"Feel free," Madonna purred. She then slipped out of her cocktail
gown and lay down on the sofa. Her body was tight and firm due to so much
yoga.
	"I see you're a natural brunette," Britney said, admiring Madonna's
bush of pubic hair.
	Madonna smiled. "Stop gawking at it and eat it, you cunt teasing
bitch."
	Britney laughed and dove head first into Madonna's pussy. She used
a technique that she always liked others to perform on herself-- she wrote
out words using her tongue on Madonna's clit. She wrote the words "I love
you Madonna" with her tongue. While Madonna didn't seem to "read" what
Britney was communicating, she did seem pleased with what Britney was doing
to her crotch.
	"That feels fucking great, you little bitch. Make Mama cum, you
dirty whore," Madonna said. She seemed to have returned, at least
temporarily, to the "Erotica" era of her career when she created the
notorious "Sex" book. It was definitely hot.
	At last Madonna's body began to shake all over as she came. When it
was over she reached down and took Britney in her arms.
	"You're so much like me in the early stages of my career," Madonna
whispered to her. "I feel so close to you that it almost felt like I was
masturbating."
	"I love you, Madonna," Britney whispered to her.
	"Meet me after the ceremony," Madonna told her. "Next time I'm
going to fuck you with one of my strap-ons."
	Britney smiled. She couldn't wait for next time.