Fuck me baby one more time!

Tifa smiled at Britney Spears. "I'm still in the mood. What about you?"

Britney answered by nibbling on Tifa's lips. As Tifa eagerly responded to the kiss, Britney gently stopped her. "Wait here for moment," she told her as she walked towards her bag on the table.

Tifa nodded then followed her with her eyes, getting a great view of the pop singer's jiggling hips. Oh my ... she thought, feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter. Wonder what she has in mind?

She didn't have to wait long as she saw Britney grab an eight inch dildo from her bag. Grinning with lust, Britney walked back to Tifa, licking the plastic dildo up and down, getting the other girl more excited.

"I got lots of toys like this, but this one's my favorite," Britney explained while giving the dido a good licking. "Want to try?" She asked, holding the dildo to Tifa.

Immediately, Tifa held the plastic dick-shaped toy and started licking it like a lollipop, her own saliva mixing with Britney's. At one point, she took nearly the whole length into her mouth and started sucking it like a real cock, much to Britney's surprise.

When she was done, Tifa urged Britney close and both began licking the dildo. They were so close that the tongue of one touched the other's, and their faces were smeared with their saliva as they came into contact with the dildo.

Britney then looked at Tifa eye to eye. "So? Want me to fuck you, Tifa? Like, really fuck you?"

Britney then placed the wet dildo between her breasts, squeezing them to hold it in place. Tifa licked her lips at the sight. "Oh yeah. Fuck me, Britney. Please," Tifa said.

"I knew you'd want me too," Britney observed as she held Tifa's hand and led her to the table. "Lie down and let me do the rest."

Tifa nodded. She sat up on the table then laid back, spreading her legs and allowing Britney easy access.

Britney immediately positioned herself there, squatting down until her face was inches from Tifa's crotch. After tonguing out Tifa's pussy for a while, she tickled the opening with the dildo, then spat some saliva on it. Slowly, she pushed the entire length of the dildo inside.

Tifa gasped as she felt the long plastic hardness enter her vagina. With soft gasps, she begged Britney to quit teasing her and get on with it.

"Hell yeah," Britney said as she gripped the dildo tightly and started pushing it in and out. She found it easy as the gush of Tifa's juices, aided by her own spit, was more than enough to lubricate the fleshy entrance.

The table shook as Tifa rocked from the penetrations. She never imagined that a toy could give her this much pleasure and made a mental note to get one of her own.

"Ahhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh yeah!" Tifa voiced out as she savored the feeling of her first dildo fuck, and from the way Britney pleasured her, she knew the starlet had done this before. The pleasure of the sliding dildo was increased as Britney tongue and free fingers tickled Tifa's clitoris.

The wooden lawn table shook several times more as orgasms rocked Tifa's body and her moans became louder. Britney, while deriving pleasure from Tifa's pleasure, wondered when Tifa would ask her to stop.

Already Britney had switched the dildo from her right to the left hand due to muscle pain. When both hands were tired, she placed the dildo in her mouth, tasting more of Tifa's juices that have overflowed unto the dildo, and moved her head to and fro to continue the dildo fuck. Even her legs were slightly hurting after a long while of squatting. Now her neck muscles were aching and still Tifa urged her on.

Suddenly, Tifa's hand reached out and held Britney's head in place.

"Hey! What gives?" Britney protested after she stopped and took the dildo out of her mouth. At the same time, she was grateful for the relief on her aching neck and the chance to breath deep through her now free mouth.

Tifa spoke in a minute, after allowing the orgasms to subside. "Didn't you hear something?" She asked her lesbian lover and feeling a little pissed that something would interrupt them.

Britney was confused and feeling alittle scared as she stood up. "Hear what, Tifa?"

Tifa sat up, her buttocks still on the table. She reached out and held Britney's hands to comfort her friend. Even in the height of orgasm, her training as a fighter still kicked in.

"In the bushes. Sounded like footsteps." Tifa mind then searched back, as if rewinding an internal audio cassette tape. "Breathing. I think I also heard breathing."

"Oh no," whispered Britney, fearing a paparazzi or professional voyeur had trespassed and stumbled on their performance. She feared for her career and voiced the grim thought to Tifa.

Undaunted, Tifa got off the table, giving Britney an 'It's alright' kiss and walked cautiously to near the source of the sound. Without bothering to cover herself, she reached down to grab one of her rubber shoes, she looked into the bushes one more time before throwing the shoe with a lot of her might.

It flew straight into the bushes and the sound of rustling leaves and branches was replaced by a yelp. A male yelp of surprise and pain!

Britney also yelped at the sound. Then something else registered in her thoughts. "That voice? Roger?"

After a few seconds, someone responded. "Yes, Ms. Spears. It is me." From the bushes, came a middle-aged man in a white t-shirt and walking shorts that appeared to be unbuttoned. It was no other than Dan Clark's buttler/chaffeur/manservant.

"Roger? What the hell? How long have you been there?"" Tifa said angrily, noting the man's nearly open shorts. He had been working out apparently. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he had been masturbating at their lesbian sex.

Roger sighed in defeat. "Long enough. I'm so sorry I disturbed you." Instead of looking at Tifa's face, his eyes were glued to the spots below her neck.

Both Britney and Tifa knew what he meant. For some time the three of them just stared at each other. Roger, despite his predicament, enjoyed the sight of two young and beautiful naked ladies almost close enough to touch.

Tifa had never been spied upon before. At least not to her knowledge. She then looked at Britney, who just shrugged.

"Please don't be mad, Tifa. Dan is practically my temporary bodyguard while on the estate. I told him to come back for me when it's breakfast time," Britney explained. Then she looked at Roger, whose eyes were stared lustfully at both of them.

Roger nodded and said it was true. He came and chanced upon them having fun and did what most men would have done. Hide, watch, and if possible, pleasure one's self.

Tifa sighed. "Oh well. I guess you're timing was way off. And I don't blame you, so I'm sorry I hit you with the shoe."

"It is perfectly alright, Ms. Lockheart," Roger answered with a slight bow.

Britney chuckled, thankful that the intruder was not a paparazzi. "Oh, Roger. How many times have I told you. Don't be so freaking formal. My name's Britney. She's Tifa. It's as simple as that."

Roger nodded, and Tifa beamed at the sight. However, they were still stumped at what to do now. Here they were, stark naked and a man who had clearly enjoyed the show they had put on.

Tifa knew that Dan was still expecting them. Even so, Roger looked manly despite his age, and the long buldge on his shorts showed that he was still able to have sex. If he had indeed slept with Britney Spears, Tifa wanted to see how good he was. Could now be the best time? Or maybe later?

"So what do you think, Tifa?" Asked Britney who was already gathering her clothes. "Shall we go with Roger now?

Roger seconded it. "Yes, uh Britney. Mr. Clark is already at the dining hall."

Tifa did not seem to hear them as she made her way to the table, deliberately swaying her hips sexily for Roger to see. She took the nearly forgotten dildo. It was still wet with saliva and her own juices. Then she turned to face her friends.

"I don't know. I'm still in the mood for --- well, can't you tell?" Tifa teased as she closed her eyes and placed the dildo between the valley of her breasts. She pushed it up and down. Being wet as it is, it slided between her tits easily. Taking a lick at the tip, she then tilted her head back and squeezed her breasts together, trapping the dildo.

Britney stood there stunned. However, aside being petrified, opened his mouth in shock, his hard on becoming more apparent. And painful.

"Tifa? What are you ---" Britney inquired, feeling wet between her legs.

"What am I doing? Nothing really. Just savoring this dildo for a few more minutes before we head back inside," Tifa lied, and Britney and Roger knew it. Both were still did not know what to do though.

The ball was in Tifa's court now.