Harem

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As the plane flew through the air, Waldo, Franklin and Delbert found themselves in a very familiar position, sitting across from Frank Blevens and David Terrance, waiting for their briefing.

"So you plan on telling us where we're going anytime soon or are you just going to surprise us when we get there?" Waldo asked. They had been in the high speed military plane for several hours without any word about what their destination would be.

"Well I hope you boys like cigars and human rights violations because you three are on your way to Cuba," Frank replied with a smirk. The helicopter had taken the boys and their bags out of Malibu and to a private military air strip in Bakersfield. Frank and David had boarded the plane at that time before it had taken off and now it seemed they were all headed toward Communism's dying gasp.

"Cuba? Isn't that old hat for you guys?" Franklin laughed. "Didn't you all stop trying to kill Castro like 40 years ago?"

"The CIA never misses a target," Frank replied. "Sometimes it just takes a little while longer than we intend it to."

"But this is not about Castro," David was quick to add. "It's about this man."

David then withdrew a file folder and pulled out several black and white surveillance photos of a man in his late 20's. They didn't have to tell the boys that he was a scientist of some type. He had the look of someone who had spent a few too many hours in a lab. He had glasses in the photos and the type of wild, unkempt hair that seemed to only grow on the very brilliant or the very strange.

"His name is Dr. Marcus Barker and he is a traitor to this country," Frank explained. "He was the lead scientist on a CIA project code named the MAW device along with Dr. Raymond Hall. Last week we lost touch with him and later discovered their handler agent dead and Hall wounded. According to Hall, Barker killed the agent, took the MAW device with him with all the relevant data and fled the country. We discovered that he has fled to Cuba where he is awaiting a buyer for the device and the data. He has scheduled a sale for this evening and we must make sure that never happens. This project is absolutely vital to national security."

"What does this thing do?" Waldo asked.

"That information is available on need to know basis only," Frank answered. "You don't need to know that. All you need to do is get it back by any means necessary."

"We won't kill anyone," Delbert declared.

"You will do whatever you have to do to make sure this mission is successful!" Frank shot back. "Need I remind you three what is at stake here? Unless you want your girlfriends on the cover of the Enquirer then you will do this and you will do it well."

"Your mission is to go in and stop the sale from taking place," David elaborated. "Then you will extract the device and the data using deadly force when appropriate. The plane will remain at the secure location until 18 hundred hours."

"Is that 18 hundred hours eastern standard time or are we still working on L.A. time?" Delbert asked as he tinkered with his watch and got glares from Frank and David.

"If you haven't returned by 18 hundred hours the plane will lift off without you," Frank added. "So get this done and get this done quick. Here is a dossier of everything you need to go. Go and get it done."

That was about all that needed to be said, so the rest of the plane ride was in relative silence. This was work that Waldo, Delbert and Franklin had grown accustomed too since they had been plucked out of Chicago and recruited as part of Project Homework, but it didn't mean they had to like it. If the girls' secret wasn't at stake then they never would have done this. But it was and suddenly the boys found themselves having to put their lives at risk for the MAW device whatever the hell that was.

"We're approaching Cuban air space," Frank said. "Damn these things are fast. I love it. Half the time it used to take to fly cross-country. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah, brings tears to my eyes," Waldo replied. The plane was flying low to avoid radar detection, but it was filled with so much stealth technology that it probably could have passed by the entire Cuban army without so much of a raised eyebrow. When the secure location was found by the pilot the plane touched down and Waldo, Franklin and Delbert exited.

"Remember...18 hundred hours and no failure boys," Frank stated. "Your country is depending on you."

The boys began walking away when all of a sudden, David called out to them.

"Hey you forgot this bag..." David shouted as he tossed it out of the plane. It hit the ground with a loud thump and what the boys immediately recognized as an "OUCH!"

"We weren't planning on taking that bag," Franklin whispered to Waldo. "I don't remember setting it out for them."

"You don't think..." Waldo began and he hadn't even finished the thought before he and Franklin grabbed the bag and began dragging it away from the plane. It was heavier than any of their equipment, which meant it could only be carrying one thing.

When they were safely out of view from the plane, Waldo zipped open the bag and to no one's surprise Jamie Lynn Spears popped out of it.

"Gee thanks for letting me out of there guys," Jamie Lynn grumbled. "Not like I needed anything like oxygen or anything. I could have suffocated in there and it would have been alllllll your fault. Britney totally would have been pissed at you guys."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Franklin yelled.

"Geez...say it don't spray it four eyes," Jaime Lynn replied. "I told you guys I wanted to come along and you wouldn't let me. I always get what I want so I hid in your big bag. It was sooooooooo easy. You guys had no idea I was there the whole time."

"I can't believe this," Waldo said as he rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Jamie, you have to find a place to hide so we can come get you before the plane leaves."

"Nah uhh..." Jaime Lynn replied with a firm headshake "no." "There's no way I'm not coming. This is like totally awesome. Doing spy stuff. Where are we spying? What do we get to do? Do I get to have a gun?"

"No you most certainly do not get to have a gun," Franklin replied testily. "Do you even have any idea where you are?"

"I dunno...but it's hot and kinda smelly," Jamie Lynn said as she took in her surroundings. "It's just like Arkansas."

"It's not at all like Arkansas," Delbert replied as he reached into his pocket for some food for the goat that had wandered up to them. "Hey look guys. I made a friend. I shall call him Monty. Monty the goat."

"That's great Del," Waldo sighed. "But what are we going to do about her?"

"We'll have to leave her here," Franklin stated.

"No way!" Jamie Lynn shouted. "You can't leave me here! I'll totally scream!"

That was the last thing they needed. Covert agents working with the CIA did not work best when they had screaming tweens with them.

"Then you're going to have to come with us," Waldo said. "But you have to do whatever we say. This is dangerous stuff here, so just stay out of our way and try not to get hurt."

"Gotcha," Britney's little sister smiled. "Agent Jamie Lynn Spears reporting for duty. All systems go."

With the extra member of their party now locked and loaded, the boys began walking toward their destination. They still had a mission to accomplish.

As the hot Los Angeles sun beat down on their bodies, Kirsten looked over to steal a glance at Mila. They were lying by the pool and baking their skin in the all-natural way. No tanning beds for them. They were going to bronze their bodies the way they were meant to. Of course that was what Kirsten had told Mila. Really, Kirsten had been looking for any angle to get at her friend and getting her in a bikini by the pool seemed like as good an idea as any.

Mila was stretched out on a beach chair by the pool, listening to music and happily sunning herself while remaining totally oblivious to Kirsten's true intentions. Kirsten had been nervous the whole way that Mila would become suspicious before she made her move, but she hadn't. Even when Kirsten had called her up earlier that day and suggested she bring a bathing suit, Mila had just taken it as an invitation to get some sun and nothing more. Mila was either too trusting or she was getting too paranoid, Kirsten thought to herself.

If only she knew what she was doing to me, Kirsten said silently as she watched Mila lie there in her pink and white floral pattern bikini with her sunglasses on and her Walkman headphones plugged into her ears. It wasn't too revealing or anything, but Kirsten knew how easy it would be to just reach over and pop open Mila's top, to expose her firm little breasts and begin touching her in all the ways she knew girls loved being touched. Kirsten's imagination was running about 100 miles a minute and Mila just lay there, having no clue how wet she was making her pussy.

Kirsten was starting to get a little antsy about this. She felt like she had to make a move soon or just forget about the whole thing. She also felt pressure because she knew Eliza was watching. She didn't want to let her girlfriend down. She wanted to show Eliza that her little Kiki could be naughty and seductive and put on a nasty show for her. She wanted to show Eliza that she could seduce Mila and make her crave a woman's touch.

She had had a few slight openings to try something after Mila had arrived and they had gone out poolside, but she hadn't gone for them. Kirsten had assumed that the perfect chance would have be when they changed into their suits, but Mila had gone into the bathroom to change, denying Kirsten a chance to see her friend in the buff. Now Kirsten was starting to think that she'd never have a chance.

But then suddenly inspiration happened and Kirsten had an idea. It was a stretch and she wondered if Mila would see right through it, but Kirsten felt that if she was confident and didn't back down, then she would be able to talk Mila into some fun. Gathering all her courage, Kirsten signaled to Mila to take her headphones off.

"Hey Mila...ummm I really don't want...you know...any tan lines or anything...ummm do you mind if I take off my top?" Kirsten asked, trying to not be too blatantly obvious but also trying not to act like a stammering idiot. It was a fine line to travel.

"Sure...it's your house after all..." Mila smiled, adopting a relaxed attitude. Mila had always believed that people should be able to do what they wanted as long as they weren't hurting anyone. She certainly had no problems if Kirsten wanted to go topless.

Kirsten reached around back and undid the catch for her striped red, pink and gray bikini. Her jiggling breasts quickly spilled out, but Kirsten was disappointed to see that Mila barely took notice. She had put her headphones back in her ears and her eyes remained hidden behind her sunglasses. Kirsten Dunst dropping her top would have sent just about her entire legion of fans into cardiac arrest, but unfortunately it didn't faze the one person Kirsten wanted to faze.

After squirting out some suntan lotion in her hands and rubbing it on her own chest, Kirsten decided to try for plan B. She once again signaled for her friend to take her headphones off.

"You know Mila...maybe you should do this too," Kirsten suggested, hoping her voice didn't betray her nerves. "I mean you have such fair skin that you're definitely going to show lines."

"It's ok...I don't mind," Mila replied and Kirsten quickly rushed to counter her.

"It's a lot sexier to not have them on your body," Kirsten said, biting her lip just a little bit. She was sitting there topless, with her hands on her breasts and hoping to find a way to talk her friend out of her suit. "I mean I'm sure Macaulay would like to see you without any lines..."

Mila blushed a little when Kirsten mentioned her boyfriend, Macaulay Culkin. She supposed she was right though. Mila was usually too busy working and never really had time to get all tanned. She bet her body would look better with an all around tan on it. It probably wouldn't look too good to be bronze everywhere and pale where her boyfriend most wanted to see.

"Hmmmm I guess you're right...not like there's any photographers spying on us or anything. I guess we're safe" Mila replied with a smile as she reached around back to undo her top.

She pulled it off and Kirsten desperately tried not to stare as she got her first look at the nubile 19-year-old's firm breasts. Mila had been on television for so many years and sometimes it was easy to forget how young she was. It was the same way for Kirsten. She had just turned 21, but many people had always assumed she was older because they had been seeing her in movies for 10 years.

Kirsten couldn't help but steal a few glances at Mila's pale, pink globes. She wanted her more than ever. Now that she had her friend topless, Kirsten knew she had to move fast or she'd lose her window of opportunity. I just hope you're watching me Eliza, Kirsten said to herself before opening her mouth.

"Hey Mila, want me to rub some lotion on you?" Kirsten inquired as she tried to keep her breathing measured. "I mean after I talked you into this, I'd hate to see you get sunburn."

"Ummmm sure..." Mila replied, a little surprised at the offer. She could just have easily put the lotion on her chest herself, but Kirsten was offering, so why turn her down? After all, Kirsten had already put lotion on her back, this was just another side.

Kirsten had to try and keep herself from trembling as she moved next to Mila on her chair and squirted some lotion on her hands. Since Mila wasn't backing away or anything, Kirsten figured she was doing a good job of putting on a cool and calm exterior. Everything was going right so far, but Kirsten knew this was the key point. This either worked or it didn't. She gathered up all her confidence, remembering how good it had felt to take Natalie in the back of that limo and thinking back to all the times Eliza had told her she could do this.

After psyching herself up, the young blonde reached over and began rubbing the lotion on Mila. It was tempting to go for her breasts first, but Kirsten held off on going for pay dirt right away. She didn't want to scare Mila off. Instead she rubbed the creamy lotion on Mila's stomach, getting her whole tummy covered before moving upward. Kirsten reached up and slowly took Mila's breasts in her hands, rubbing them and making sure that they were covered in lotion.

Mila's eyes flew open when she felt Kirsten's touch on her breasts. Her hands were so soft and gentle. She had been expecting Kirsten to just slather the lotion on her body, but it was like she was getting a sensual massage instead. Mila had to fight back an involuntary moan. She didn't want to say anything to Kirsten because she didn't want her host to think she thought she was hitting on her or something. Kirsten wouldn't be doing that...would she? Nahhh. No way.

"So Mila...how's Macaulay?" Kirsten asked as she continued to rub the lotion on. It felt so good to play with Mila's soft, young breasts and she didn't think she'd be able to stop herself even if Mila reached over and began slapping her hands away.

"Ummmm he's fine...we're fine..." Mila said, starting to feel a little weird about this. It seemed like Kirsten's hands had been on her breasts for way longer than they should have. She was beginning to think this was getting a little lesbian. But that couldn't be true. Not Kirsten.

"How's...uhhh...how's your love life?" Mila asked, trying to get her mind thinking about anything other than the feeling of Kirsten's hands on her breasts. This was starting to feel really good and Mila knew that was really bad. This was getting too weird and part of her wished Kirsten would stop doing what she was doing and the other hoped Kirsten would just keep gently massaging her breasts. It was like this was turning into something more than Kirsten just putting lotion on her boobs, but Mila just couldn't find the ability to tell her blonde friend to stop.

"You have a...mmmmm...ohhh...a boyfriend these days?" Mila asked, not succeeding too well in her efforts to keep from moaning. "I...ohhhhh...don't see...mmmm...see you with many guys lately."

This was it. Kirsten knew it was time to strike. She had to lay all her cards on the table.

"No...I don't have a boyfriend these days," Kirsten began. She was still nervous, but was growing more and more confident that Mila was about to become hers.

"Ohhhhh..." Mila replied, the word being way more drawn out than she wanted it to be. This felt so good, but Mila knew it couldn't be what she thought it was. Mila just couldn't believe that Kirsten would be into this. But then Kirsten proceeded to blow all her assumptions away.

"I have a girlfriend," Kirsten said before going for broke and pressing her lips to Mila's.

The word "shock" could not even come close to describing Mila's reaction when she felt Kirsten kiss her. She completely stunned...so much in fact that she couldn't move. Even with Kirsten feeling up her chest, this had been the last thing she expected. Now she had her friend's hands on her tits and her lips up against hers and no idea what to do. Several seconds of closed mouth kissing passed by before Mila finally found her will to resist and pushed Kirsten off.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing?" Mila gasped. "Kirsten? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm just trying to make you feel good Mila," Kirsten said, taking her finger and tracing it up Mila's bare chest, right to her hard nipple. "Don't you like feeling good?"

"Are you high or something?" Mila demanded. She wasn't really angry...just completely turned around and tossed around in the head by all of this. "I mean I'm not gay. Are you? Are you a lesbian or something Kirsten?"

"Just relax Mila," Kirsten said before kissing her friend once again. She was so gentle in her kiss, brushing her lips against Mila's and slowly opening up her mouth while she caressed the dark haired girl's fine features, rubbing her hand up and down her cheek. Mila found she couldn't help but respond. She had always loved kissing and she had never been kissed like this before. This was the first time she had ever felt a girls' lips against hers and it was so hard to resist. It was so wicked and forbidden, but so tender and loving at the same time. Mila even felt a moan forming in her body before she snapped back to her senses and pushed Kirsten away again.

"No! No! Don't do this!" Mila said. "I'm not into girls Kirsten! Stop kissing me! I don't want to do this!"

Kirsten didn't want to force Mila into this, but she also didn't want to just take no for an answer. She remembered how Eliza had taken her that first time and she decided to try and recreate some of that sexy magic.

"It's so wonderful Mila..." Kirsten cooed as she once again stated caressing her young face. "You've never felt anything like this before in your life, believe me. Let me show you how good it can be baby. I'm totally into girls now Mila and I've never been happier. I want you to feel good too. That's why I invited you here. I wanted to show you how hot a woman's touch can be."

"Oh my God..." Mila said in a whisper. She had been set up! She had thought this was some kind of impulse thing Kirsten was following, but now she knew Kirsten had been planning it from the beginning. This was too fucking freaky. Mila knew she should get out of here. She should run to her car and get out of here, without even wasting time pulling her top back up. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't get her feet to move or her legs to stand up.

"I didn't know till recently," Kirsten continued, still caressing Mila's face and moving in for soft kisses on her lips every few words. Mila wasn't responding to her kisses, but at least she wasn't pushing her away anymore. "I had no idea how hot and sexy women could be. But then I got seduced, just like you Mila. We were on the beach and she just slid her hand into my bikini and touched me. Mmmmmmmm Mila she just pushed her fingers right into my pussy and finger fucked me until I came. I had never done anything like that before and it was so intense and then it just got better and better."

"I can't do this..." Mila whispered. "I'm not gay."

"It's not about being gay...it's about feeling good," Kirsten pointed out before kissing Mila's soft lips again and finding even less resistance than before. "It's about all the things I can do to you to make you come."

Mila felt a shiver run through her body at Kirsten's sexy words. She had never been an overly sexual girl. She was just 19 and Mac was really her first serious relationship. She wasn't a virgin or a nun or anything, but she wasn't going around trying every sexual position out there or anything. She had never really even thought about being with a girl before, but then again she had also never been in a position like this either.

"You don't have to do anything at all Mila," Kirsten promised. "You just have to lie back and let me do all the work. I can make you feel so good and make your pussy so wet. You want that, don't you? You want to feel good, don't you?"

"Please don't do this," Mila whimpered, not sure if she was talking to Kirsten or herself. She knew she wasn't putting up much of a fight at all, but that was because she honestly didn't know what to do. She knew she should be running away and she should be making Kirsten stop this, but she didn't feel deep down that she really wanted it to stop. It had felt so good to be kissed by Kirsten...so different and so arousing.

Mila could feel her pussy stirring as she looked down at Kirsten's face, so beautiful and so filled with a desire to please her. Mila also couldn't help but look down at Kirsten's bare breasts. They were bigger then her own, but they weren't huge or anything. They were the perfect size for Kirsten's body and Mila found her mind wandering. What would it feel like for Kirsten to touch her like a lover? What would it feel like for her to return the favor and touch Kirsten's breasts and then pull down her bottoms to play with what she found underneath. Mila knew that it was curiosity that killed the cat, but she also couldn't stop the feelings inside her that were compelling her to see where all of this led.

"I know you're nervous Mila," Kirsten said. "I'm nervous too. Ummm I've never really done this before. But I want you. I can make you feel good. I can do things to you that no man ever could."

"I...I just don't know about this..." Mila said, her body shivering a little as she reflexively covered her bare breasts with her hands. She suddenly felt as naked as she almost was. This wasn't at all what she had expected. But she just couldn't find the words to make Kirsten stop.

"It's going to feel good...I promise," Kirsten swore as she repositioned herself. The blonde got up onto the chair and straddled Mila's slim body and pulled away the girl's hands from her chest. "Just lie back and let Kiki touch you."

Kirsten then leaned down and kissed Mila again. While she did this her hand snaked down toward Mila's bottoms. The native Russian instantly knew where Kirsten was headed and she tensed up in response. But Kirsten relaxed her with another kiss. The part of Mila that wanted to see what happened. The part that was more nervous and excited about this than the first time she had made love to a boy was overpowering the part that still held reservations. Her heart was dry, but she could feel her pussy get wet and Mila suddenly found herself kissing back. It just felt like the natural thing to do. She began kissing Kirsten's sweet lips and relaxing her body for Kirsten to touch her.

Even though to Mila's eyes, Kirsten looked totally in control, inside she was probably even more nervous than Mila was. She had totally thrown whatever plans she had out the window and was going on pure instinct. All she knew was that she would have given anything to keep Mila from bolting from that chair. Mila looked so beautiful, lying down topless for her as she squirmed slightly on the chair. Kirsten's heart was pounding in her chest and her stomach was doing a gymnastics routine that would have impressed even the Romanian judges. She was giddy with nerves and excitement. Kirsten could see Mila relenting, but she didn't want to go too fast. She didn't want to overwhelm her. But she also couldn't just kiss her forever. There was so much she wanted to do.

"Just relax," Kirsten repeated to Mila and also to herself. She moved her hand down Mila's stomach and continued toward her bottoms. She took a deep breath and pushed them under the waistband of her bikini and was delighted with what she found.

"Ooooh you're wet," Kirsten squealed. "You do want this Mila!"

"I...I...I...I don't know..." Mila stammered. "Ummm...gawwwwwd...just make it good Kirsten...ok?"

"I promise," Kirsten said before sealing her words with a kiss. This time Mila kissed back without hesitation. The war in her body was over for the moment. She wanted this. Kirsten and Mila kissed, the heat between them rising, and when Kirsten's tongue slid into Mila's mouth she accepted it with no questions asked.

Mila moaned openly now. This was getting too good to even think about stopping. Kirsten's touch against her pussy was teasing in the best way. It made Mila want more. She looked down to see the outline of Kirsten's small hand under her bottoms and Mila sucked her own bottom lip in from the pleasure. And when Kirsten broke the kiss to lean down and suck on her breasts, Mila's moans turned to sharp gasps and happy cries.

"Ooooooh Kirsten...oooh what are you doing to me?" Mila asked. This wasn't how she usually acted. But Kirsten was unlocking a hidden side.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Mila said as her breathing sped up. Her chest bounced up and down with each sharp breath and it made her bare tits jiggle.

Nothing was going to make Kirsten stop and she let Mila know that by licking her nipple and sucking it between her lips. She nursed Mila's right tit and felt the nipple swell between her lips. Kirsten knew Eliza was watching her. She wanted to make this show hot for her. She wanted Eliza to get so wet she had to touch herself as she watched as her naughty little Kiki made Mila all hot and slutty.

Kirsten felt her palm continue to get nice and slick from Mila's juices. She loved how her friend's hot essence was coating her skin. Kirsten had just been teasing Mila's pussy before, making sure she knew how good it could be. Now she got serious and slid a finger into her tight little cunt.

"OHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYGAWWWWWDDDD!!!" Mila squealed when she felt the invading digit. It was like she was masturbating...except it was totally better with another hand inside her. The sex she had had with guys had been good...but it had also been pretty vanilla. There was nothing plain about this. It was absolutely wicked and Mila shivered from the pleasure shooting up her spine. Not even her own finger was as good as it felt to have Kirsten inside her.

"You like baby?" Kirsten asked. "You like feeling my finger in your pussy? You don't want me to stop anymore, do you?"

"Oh noooo..." Mila replied, her voice full of tingling excitement as she lay there, topless in her sunglasses while Kirsten absolutely ravished her pussy. "Don't stop! Do anything you fucking want...just don't stop! I love it Kirsten! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy good!"

The words flew out of Mila's mouth and she didn't know where they were coming from. She just knew she liked saying them. Kirsten was so sexy and fearless and Mila felt like she could be the same way. She felt like she could do anything and have anything done to her. Mila felt like she'd been holding back her entire life until now and she just couldn't do it anymore. She had to be wild.

"More Kirsten more!" Mila implored. "I want this! Ohhhhhhh forget what I said before...mmmmmm just give me more. Finger my pussy! Ooooooh its soooooo goood! Gonna come soon!"

Kirsten was happy to give Mila more and she slid a second finger into her pussy. She wasn't shy about pushing her fingers into Mila, but she also didn't forget to be gentle. She wanted to make Mila's first time as good as hers had been alone on that beach with Eliza.

Mila's pussy was getting so wet that Kirsten was able to penetrate her with no trouble. She slid in and out of Mila's tight, pink snatch, her fingers coated with the juices she longed to taste. Mila continued to moan and Kirsten smothered her cries by pulling away from her breasts and covering her mouth with a sizzling kiss. The more aroused Mila got, the more aggressive Kirsten became. She used her free hand to cradle the back of Mila's neck and pull her up closer to her lips. Mila didn't resist a bit when Kirsten's tongue went back into her mouth, massaging right down to her tonsils. In fact, at the first chance she got, Mila pushed her own tongue into Kirsten's mouth.

Now it was Kirsten's turn to moan. She rewarded Mila's exuberance by pushing a third finger into her overheating pussy. Mila's cunt lips clamped tightly around Kirsten's fingers and she cried right into her new lover's mouth. This was a whole new intensity for Mila and she felt pleasure right down to the last strand of her black hair. Her bottoms were soaked with desire, the fabric clinging to her skin as Kirsten's hand continued to move back and forth under them.

"Mmmmm I knew you were going to love this," Kirsten moaned into a gasping Mila's ear. "I can feel your pussy tremble Mila. I can feel how bad you need me to make you come. You're so nice and wet for me Mila. I love how wet you are. It feels so good and mmmmmm it tastes even better, I'll bet."

Kirsten then withdrew her hand from Mila's drenched bottoms and brought them up to her lips. Mila groaned, not wanting Kirsten to stop, but she was powerless to say anything else. She just watched, completely entranced, as Kirsten began to slowly lick her fingers. Suddenly Kirsten paused, like a great idea had occurred to her, and pushed her hand toward Mila's mouth.

"Lick them," Kirsten commanded. "Taste your hot juices. Taste how yummy you are Mila."

Mila didn't hesitate. She'd tasted her own pussy before. Hell, that was the only thing here she had done before. She grabbed Kirsten's hand and hungrily pulled it into her mouth. She was dying for stimulation...any stimulation. Mila lapped away at her own arousal. She couldn't remember the last time anything had made her this hot and her juices tasted better than ever.

"Yesss lick those juicy fingers," Kirsten hissed, her own pussy getting nice and drippy under her bottoms. "Mmmm you love the taste of pussy don't you Mila? You're gonna love it even more when it's my juices you're licking up!"

Hearing that made Mila close her eyes and groan in bliss. An hour ago she never would have considered this. Now all she wanted was for Kirsten to push her pussy to her face and make her lick her dry. Mila's whole insides throbbed with a lust she never knew she had. She wanted Kirsten...all of her.

When Kirsten pulled her hand away, Mila again groaned and pouted. But that didn't last long as Kirsten's hand slid back under her bottoms and right for her pussy.

"Yesssssssss..." Mila mewed as Kirsten began playing with her pussy again. Kirsten pushed her fingers back inside her sizzling, tight folds and rubbed Mila into a gasping, squirming frenzy on the beach chair. Kirsten used her other hand to keep Mila held up by her neck and she watched with great interest as Mila took her own hand and began sucking on her fingers. Mila needed to have something in her mouth and Kirsten immediately gave her a better option.

"Suck on my tits Mila..." Kirsten said, pushing her bare chest up to Mila's needy mouth. "Suck on my nipples while I finger fuck you. Mmmm if you make me feel good then I'll make you come. You like?"

Mila didn't have to say "yes." All she had to do was get Kirsten's jiggling breasts into her mouth and that was exactly what she did. Mila panted and drooled onto Kirsten's tits as she found herself playing with another woman's body for the first time. She didn't know what to do so she let her instinct guide her. Mila started sucking and tonguing Kirsten's nipples, just like the blonde had just done to her. She guessed she was doing a good job at it from the way Kirsten moaned and from the way she picked up speed in her fingering.

Kirsten loved how Mila's mouth felt on her sensitive nipples. She definitely deserved a hot little reward, so Kirsten used her fingers to attack Mila's clit. As the dark haired girl showed she had a real talent for sucking tit, Kirsten rubbed her aching clitoris. She rubbed Mila's hot little button back and forth between two of her fingers and send the girl into a high-pitched chorus of squeals and moans.

"Oooooooooh Kirstennnnnn...yessssssssss OOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSS!!!" Mila gasped, her breaths and words coming in short, loud bursts as she released Kirsten's breasts from her mouth. "MMMMMMM DOOOOOOOON'T STOPPPPPP!!!"

"I won't stop Mila," Kirsten promised. "I want you to come! Come all over my fingers baby! Come for Kiki!"

It wasn't as if she had been waiting for permission or anything, but Kirsten's words gave Mila another hot blast of arousal that sent her right over the edge. Kirsten's fingers were like magic on her clit and Mila didn't hold back her pleasure as she came from a woman's touch.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!!!" Mila cried out to the heavens as she came. She wrapped her arms around Kirsten reflexively and squeezed her for support as her body bucked and bounced in the chair. She felt her pussy cream like it never had before all over Kirsten's fingers, completely soaking her bikini bottoms. The sexy blonde continued to pump in and out of her and Mila's cries just got louder, no doubt scaring off more than a few low flying birds.

Mila felt her whole body shake in rapture as she held her lover tight. It was new and scary but sooooooo good to feel like this. She held onto Kirsten as her orgasm raged through her veins, pumping pleasure to her brain at such a fast pace that Mila didn't think she could take it all in. And when Mila finally had no cries left and fell back onto the chair, Kirsten just smiled at her and winked.

"You think that was good Mila?" Kirsten giggled. "Just wait till I get my tongue inside you."

All Mila had the strength to do was lie back and moan, tossing her head around as she struggled to make sense of the haze of rapture her brain was in. She didn't know what to feel now. Guilt? Shame? She knew she should probably feel guilty about doing this, but she didn't and it confused her. She didn't feel bad or shamed...instead she felt a deep satisfaction that she had never experienced before. Mila wanted more and she didn't resist when Kirsten reached up to peel down her bikini bottoms.

"Mmmm yummy," Kirsten giddily declared when she saw the soaked mess of dark curls that made up Mila's bush. She was now naked on the beach chair, except for the sunglasses that continued to hide her eyes. Kirsten couldn't bear to have an inch of Mila hidden from her so she reached up to pull the glasses away and expose one of Mila's most distinctive features. One of her eyes was blue and the other was green. Kirsten thought it made her look so beautiful and distinctive and she let her friend know it by kissing her on the lips.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Eliza was trying to keep her eyes on the show. It was hard because all she wanted to do was close her eyes, jam her fingers up her pussy and fuck herself into blissful oblivion. Their bedroom had a perfect view of the pool and Eliza had seen every solitary second of Kirsten's seduction. Eliza had known it was going to be hot. She just hadn't known it was going to be this hot.

To see her little Kiki turn Mila into a mewing, squirming mess of girl cum with her fingers had been the hottest thing Eliza had ever witnessed. It even surpassed what she had witnessed at the orgy in Malibu because that had been about sex and this had been so personal to Eliza. It was like Kirsten had come out of a shell right in front of her eyes. Kirsten had never even kissed a girl when Eliza had met her...now she was fucking them with wicked abandon and Eliza couldn't get enough of it.

Eliza's clothes were long gone by now and she was pressed up against the bedroom window, the sweat from her breasts smearing the glass as girl cum trickled down her leg from her well fucked pussy. When Kirsten had started things off with Mila, Eliza had been fully dressed in her shorts and top. But seeing what Kirsten had done had made the thought of clothes unbearable to Eliza. She had never taken her eyes off her sexy girlfriend turning her former co-star into a drooling little fuck buddy. Eliza had pushed and tugged off her shirt and jean shorts while not looking away. It wasn't easy, but it had been worth it.

By the time Kirsten had Mila screaming on the chair, Eliza had four fingers inside her steaming snatch. She had finger fucked her pussy until she felt like she couldn't take one more thrust and then Eliza gave herself that one last thrust...and another and another until she lost track of how many times she'd come. All she knew was that she was bare assed naked, her hands were covered in girl cream and her legs were weak and wobbly. It was one of the best feelings Eliza had ever experienced and she was dying for more.

All she wanted to do was walk downstairs and join the sexy duo by the pool, but Eliza stopped herself. It was Kiki's show and she didn't want to spoil it. She'd have her chance soon...she just had to wait. But Eliza didn't mind waiting, especially when she saw Kirsten tug down Mila's bottoms. As Kirsten continued to work her friend over, Eliza kept up the pace on herself, pushing her fingers inside her pussy until she was ready to come again.

Eliza moaned aloud as she resumed fucking herself.

"Yessssss fuck her Kiki...fuck her tight little teen pussy for me...mmmmmm show me what a fucking nasty girl you are Kiki...yesssssss...show me what a slut you can be..." Eliza groaned, her fingers already getting a fresh coat of glaze.

Back by the pool, Kirsten had Mila's bottoms and sunglasses thrown to the side with the rest of her forgotten bikini. She couldn't help but take a moment to drink in Mila's supple young body. She was small, but not a stick figure and Kirsten just wanted to run her tongue over every inch of her flesh.

"You are so beautiful," Kirsten smiled as she drank Mila in.

"Thanks...ummm so are you..." Mila said, returning Kirsten's smile with one of her own. She was still nervous, but she knew she couldn't turn back now. Not when her pussy was positively dripping for more of Kirsten's attention.

"Thanks Mila..." Kirsten replied. "My girlfriend thinks so. She thinks I'm so sexy and I'll bet she's thinking the same thing about you now baby. She's watching, you know. She's been watching me finger fuck you and now she's going to watch me eat that yummy little pussy of yours."

Mila gasped and turned her head around. She didn't see anyone standing around but that didn't mean she wasn't watching from the house. Mila had thought this was private between her and Kirsten. She hadn't wanted a fucking audience! But whatever new reluctance Mila had about being watched instantly evaporated when Kirsten reached down and dragged her tongue over the creamy lips of her slit. Mila had such a tight little slit for her to play with and Kirsten found it to be completely irresistible.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhh..." Mila moaned. Suddenly she didn't care who was watching. Hell she wouldn't have cared if Kirsten was filming this. All she cared about was how good Kirsten's tongue felt on her pussy.

Kirsten lapped at Mila's pussy, picking up speed with every lick. She could taste the cream of her earlier orgasm and the flavor fueled her on. Kirsten wanted every drop of the cum that was left from Mila's orgasm and she wanted the chaser of fresh, hot girl juice. Kirsten placed her body between Mila's legs and bent down, pushing her ass up in the air. Her bikini bottoms clung to her skin like the heat had fused them to her. Kirsten fantasized about Eliza walking up behind her and tugging those bottoms down to get at her pussy while she ate Mila out. She longed for her girlfriend and hoped it wouldn't be long before she graced them with her presence.

With her body positioned perfectly between Mila's legs, Kirsten was easily able to spread her lover open and get at her pussy. Mila was soaked and ready for her and Kirsten gave it to her as best as she could. The more of Mila she had on her tongue, the harder Kirsten licked, pushing her face closer and closer until her nose and forehead were being tickled by Mila's neat little dark bush.

"Mmmmmmm Kirsten...give it to me!" Mila groaned. "Ohhhhh you weren't lying baby...it's even better than your fingers...yesssssss...tongue me Kirsten! Tongue my pussy!"

Mila thought she had experienced good oral sex before. Now she could see how wrong she was. Every sexual thing she had ever done in her young life now paled next to Kirsten's amazing tongue in her pussy. It felt like jolts of lightning were being shot through her from every lick. Kirsten's tongue was so soft, but so steady inside her. It demanded a reaction and Mila was delighted to give it to her.

"Oooooh Kirsten...eat meeeee...please don't stop!" Mila cried out. "Mmmm it's sooooo fucking good! Gobble up my little pussy! Eat me till there's nothing left!"

Coming on the heels of her earlier reluctance, hearing Mila's sexy voice shoot those words out had Kirsten nearly creaming her bottoms. She had done it! Mila was all hers and Kirsten felt the overpowering urge to kiss her. She pulled her shiny face out from between Mila's legs and pressed against her lips in a kiss. Mila greedily sucked her own juices off Kirsten's lips and tongue and the blonde could hear her muffled moans for more.

"That's it Mila...taste yourself all over my tongue," Kirsten ordered. She felt so sexy and powerful right then, her body pinning Mila down as they kissed and rubbed their bare tits together. She felt just like Eliza must have during their first time.

"Taste your hot little pussy..." Kirsten continued. "You love it, don't you? You love the taste of pussy. Good thing too...mmmm cause as soon as you come I'm going to make you taste mine!"

What Mila said next came as a very happy surprise to Kirsten's eager ears.

"Ohhhhh yesssss Kirstennnnn...now! Give it to me now!" Mila said with a sexy growl of wanton lust. "Don't make me wait for your pussy! Put it on my face and make me lick you now!"

Naturally this was a development Kirsten had no problem with. Since she was already on top of Mila, it would have been mighty easy to slip into a nasty little 69, so that was exactly what Kirsten did. She turned herself completely around on Mila's body, so her mouth was lined up against her pussy while she rubbed her soaked bottoms against Mila's horny lips.

Mila had no idea what she was doing right then. Her ability to think rationally had ceased to be right about when Kirsten had pushed her hand into her bikini bottoms. Now she had Kirsten's pussy right against her face and Mila could feel the blast of heat that was coming from her juicy core. Even through her bottoms, Mila could feel how hot and wet Kirsten was and she didn't shy away from it. Mila embraced it and accepted it as a challenge. She wanted to make Kirsten feel as good as she was feeling from that wonderful tongue inside her cunt.

When Kirsten started licking away again at her dripping pussy, the need to give some pleasure back became even greater for Mila. She reached up and grasped Kirsten's ass with her hands, rubbing the gym-toned cheeks through the thin material of her bottoms. It was another first for Mila in a day of firsts and she loved the feel of Kirsten under her hands. She could feel Kirsten's heat. Her ass was almost sizzling by now and Mila quickly became more enthusiastic, massaging Kirsten's butt while the blonde rubbed her pussy soaked bottoms against her nose and mouth.

"Get those bottoms off me," Kirsten purred as she took a break from Mila's honey pot. "You want my pussy, Mila? Then get me naked so you can fuck me like the naughty little slut you are."

Mila shuddered in pleasure over that characterization. That was what she was. She had Kirsten almost naked and hovering over her bare body while her sexy tongue drove her wild and Kirsten's sexy mystery girlfriend was off watching somewhere. What else could Mila be but a slut?

Secure in her newfound sluttiness, Mila reached up for Kirsten's bottoms and proceeded to strip her bare. Mila hooked her fingers into the waistband for Kirsten's bikini and yanked it down as fast as she could. This left it bunched up just below Kirsten's bare ass, but Mila didn't move it any further down. As soon as she pulled the garment away, Mila found herself instantly hypnotized by the sight of Kirsten's pussy.

Her dirty blonde bush was absolutely soaked and matted with juice and her labia seemed to glow with desire. There didn't seem to be a part of Kirsten that wasn't wet down below and Mila found herself more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. A little droplet of juice suddenly dripped down from Kirsten's snatch and, as a reflex, Mila licked up with her tongue and caught it. It was her first taste of another woman's pussy and it nearly sent Mila into a pleasure coma.

"Mmmmmmm soooo goooood..." Mila gurgled from the taste. She had to have more and she quickly began licking up and down Kirsten's slit with her tongue, mimicking the motion Kirsten had used on her after she'd gotten her bottoms off. Her first tongue strokes were shy, as if Mila was checking the taste out, to confirm that she did like it. She was slowly nibbling away at the naughty snack before her lips and once she saw that she really did love it, Mila instantly became more eager.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh Mila..." Kirsten groaned when she pulled her face up. "Lick it just like that! Good girl! Lick my pussy just like I'm licking yours!"

Kirsten then plunged her face back into Mila's pussy. She knew she would have no trouble getting Mila off, but Kirsten didn't want to take her too fast. Kirsten wanted to keep a steady arousal going in her new lover so she wouldn't stop her first tongue exploration of another woman. Kirsten knew that nothing would distract Mila and drain her will to lick like another orgasm and Kirsten was too wet to allow that to happen. She had to feel herself come all over Mila's face and if that meant slowing down her own tongue pace, then Kirsten was more than ready to make that sacrifice.

With that in mind, Kirsten pulled her tongue back and instead concentrated on sucking and playing with Mila's labia. Mila just had the cutest little pussy lips...so nice and pink...and Kirsten couldn't get enough of them. She couldn't wait to share them with Eliza, but right now they were all hers. Kirsten teased them with her tongue and licked them clean before wrapping her lips around them and sucking hard, occasionally giving Mila a little nip with her teeth. She could hear the dark haired girl let out little yips when she did that, but Kirsten could tell she liked it. Every time she did it, Mila licked her pussy just a little bit harder.

Mila's tongue strokes were ragged and all over the map, but they were enthusiastic and that was good enough for Kirsten. She knew they could refine Mila's pussy licking skills later if she was willing to participate in some sexy tutelage. Mila's tongue was eager enough to hit the right spots and Kirsten groaned happily. She began rubbing her pussy against Mila's adorable face, grinding her juices against her pale skin as they lay together under the sun in their 69, Kirsten on top, her long blonde hair draping down to the curves of Mila's ass while they rocked each other back and forth on the beach chair.

"Ohhhhhh fuck me Kirsten!" Mila urged in a tiny voice, high pitched with need. "Mmmmm play with my pussy with your tongue! Am I doing you good baby? Do you like how it feels?"

"Mmmm it feels fucking amazing," Kirsten grinned, telling Mila exactly what the girl was dying to hear. "Don't stop now Mila. Eat me out you nasty little slut! Get your tongue on my clit and make me come while my hot little girlfriend watches and fingers herself!"

Who was Kirsten's girlfriend? Mila was dying to know. Was she famous? Was she just a regular person? Was she real or a figment of Kirsten's horny imagination? Mila hoped they wouldn't keep her in suspense long. She had to know who she was performing for. She had to know who was watching their sexy show.

Now that she knew Kirsten liked what she was doing, Mila got right back to her pussy and picked up her pace. She plunged her pink tongue into Kirsten's soft, wet folds and licked up as much juice as she could, while she teased the sensitive walls of Kirsten's pussy and licked over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Mila had known Kirsten liked it just from the way her juices kept dripping into her mouth, but she had just wanted to hear the words too. She wanted to hear from Kirsten's sexy, experienced mouth that she was doing good at her first attempt.

Mila kept her hands firmly on Kirsten's ass, pressing her pussy to her face as she lapped away. She tried to keep her tonguing as steady as possible on Kirsten, but she couldn't help but stop every now and then to moan and gasp over the pleasure she was getting. It was like she was out of her body now and was just sitting back, being forced to watch a porn movie where she was the star. Thinking about this from that perspective made Mila even wetter. Even with her last orgasm having come such a short time ago, Mila felt like she needed to come more than she had ever needed anything before in her life. That was what made it so frustrating when Kirsten suddenly ceased all tonguing.

"Nooooooo don't stop!" Mila cried. "Please Kirsten please! Don't stop eating my pussy!"

"Ohhhhh no...you're about to come soon Mila and that's too quick for me," Kirsten said, as she teased Mila's pussy by gently blowing cool air on it. "You need to even out the score first. Make me come and I'll make you come again. Show my pussy some love and I'll give it all back to you baby and then some."

As if Mila hadn't wanted to taste Kirsten's cream badly before, this gave her a whole new level of added incentive. Mila didn't pout or complain, as she was wont to do when she didn't get her way sometimes. Instead she just pushed her face back against Kirsten's pussy and began licking her with a new passion and speed that made Kirsten buck and shudder right above her.

"Yessssss that's it Mila..." Kirsten groaned, continuing to tease Mila and keep her in a perpetual state of heat, while she made sure to rub her bare tits against the brunette's flat stomach, tickling her flesh with her hard nipples. "Mmmmm lick it baby! Lick up all those juices in my pussy! Mmmm I got so wet for you and you were totally worth it Mila! Ohhhhh fuck I love how your tongue feels in me! Lick me Mila! Lick my pussy just like you want me to lick yours! Suck on my clit! Mmmm suck on that clit and I'll be coming all over your face!"

As much fun as Mila was having just exploring every inch of Kirsten's soft pussy with her tongue, she knew she was going to have to work over her clit to get her off. Mila didn't get to it right away though. Instead she executed a little payback for Kirsten making her wait to come. She continued to tongue fuck Kirsten's wetness, pushing her hard pink tongue into Kirsten over and over again and collecting sweet girl juices to drip down her throat to her waiting belly. Mila was gaining confidence with her abilities and she gave it to Kirsten with energy and enthusiasm, pushing her hot tongue in, but purposely avoiding Kirsten's clit.

While she did this, Mila was certainly aware of Kirsten's needy clitoris. She could feel the heat of the throbbing bud, but she kept her tongue away from it. She felt it was only fair that if she had to wait, then Kirsten should wait too. Mila got her tongue near Kirsten's clit several times, but never quite hit home. She loved hearing Kirsten beg for more with her moans and she loved feeling how Kirsten would get hotter and wetter for her tongue the more she made her wait. Besides, Mila was having too much fun licking up Kirsten's juices and letting them coat her tongue and drip down onto her chin to stop now.

"Ooooooh who taught you to be such a fucking tease?" Kirsten groaned. She was totally on edge by now, but it was the type of frustration that felt so good. She had been looking forward to this since she had seen Mila in the gym and the closer it got, the farther away it seemed.

"Mmmm you taught me Kirsten dear," Mila shot back wickedly before getting right back to Kirsten's pussy and slipping her tongue back inside.

"Noooo don't be mean..." Kirsten moaned playfully with a sexy giggle thrown in for good measure. "Play with my clitty! Get your tongue on it Mila! Pleeeeeeeeeease!!! Mmmmm baby I'll be soooooooo good to you if you make me come! If you suck on my clit, I'll fuck you so good Mila! I'll eat you up and make you come so fucking hard! Just please don't make me wait anymore! I made you come before and I haven't come yet! Please Mila! I need you baby!"

Mila supposed that Kirsten's point was a fair one. She had come from Kirsten's fingers and Mila certainly had no complaints about how that had made her feel. Besides Mila loved hearing Kirsten's promise to make her come. Mila was confident she could take Kirsten at her word when it came to that. Who couldn't trust a sweet voice like that?

As she pushed her tongue back inside Kirsten, Mila stopped her teasing. She went right for Kirsten's clit. She wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to do, but she was confident that she would figure it would come to her when it was time. Mila just assumed that how she liked her clit played with would work with Kirsten and when she began licking the sensitive bud like an ice cream cone, Mila found out how right she was.

"OOOOOOOOOH MILAAAAAA YESSSSSSS!!!" Kirsten squealed happily when Mila finally began to pay attention to her clit. She instantly found herself right on the verge of orgasm. Mila was treating her clit to soft but frequent licks and it got Kirsten right where she wanted to be. She reflexively fucked Mila's face and cried out, just needing a little more to find the satisfaction she craved.

Mila could feel Kirsten's hard clit rubbing against her lips while she licked. Even to a newbie like her it was obvious what Kirsten needed to come. Mila could feel how close her friend was and she opened her mouth to give her just what she needed. Mila opened her lips and clamped them right down on Kirsten's clitoris. She sucked the blonde passionately, drooling right into her pussy and humming in satisfaction as she tasted a sudden rush of girl juice from Kirsten's dripping cunt. Mila held firm to Kirsten's clit, sucking it as hard as she could and rubbing her face against it to give her friend as much pleasure as possible. It only took about two minutes of this for Mila and Kirsten to both get what they wanted.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Kirsten screamed out as her body delightfully tensed up and then released with a hard shake of orgasm. She was sure Eliza could hear that from inside the house and she just hoped that her girlfriend was enjoying this as much as she was as she exploded onto Mila's tongue. Every muscle in Kirsten's body had seemed to tense up right before she came and now her whole body was soaring with orgasmic pleasure.

"YESSSSSSS MMMMMMM OOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSS OHHHHH MILAAAAAA!!!" Kirsten continued to scream out. She rubbed her pussy hard against Mila's face, smearing girl cum all over her young, delicate features. Kirsten soaked her friend in pleasure, screaming out and alerting the entire neighborhood as to how fucking good it felt to be young and slutty.

Mila couldn't get over how much she loved the taste of Kirsten's orgasm. What she had tasted before now seemed like mere topping to the treat she had all over her tongue now. Even as Kirsten's orgasm faded and the blonde slumped her sweating head between Mila's legs, the brunette continued to give her pussy soft kitty licks, just so she could taste as much as she could.

"Mmmmm good good good girl," Kirsten grinned, her face flushed from the sun and the intensity of her orgasm. "Now you get your reward Mila. I know just what to give good little sluts like you."

Mila's body tensed up in anticipation of what she knew Kirsten was going to give her and she wasn't disappointed when the blonde's tongue dove right back into her pussy. She had been close before and, with her happy tongue bathing her clit up and down, Kirsten quickly had Mila back on the edge of release.

Kirsten used her position on top of Mila to her full advantage. She grabbed Mila's legs with her hands and pried them open. Kirsten held Mila's legs in the air in the spread position, which gave her an excellent view of the girl's young pussy all nice and splayed out for her. There was so much sexy pink on display for Kirsten and she dove right in, covering Mila's whole pussy with her mouth and sucking the girl juice right out of her.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Mila howled in rapture when she felt Kirsten practically devour her wet pussy from up top in their 69 position. She began shaking on the chair, Kirsten holding her down with a tight grip to keep her from falling over. Mila had never felt more alive than she did at that point, lying under Kirsten while her tongue licked her to the verge of the most amazing orgasm of her young life. She had had no idea when Kirsten had promised it would be good that it would be this good. All Mila wanted was to come now and then come a hundred more times after that. Now that her eyes were open, she knew she'd never get tired of this.

While Kirsten kept her mouth to Mila's cunt, she licked away at her clit with rapid, firm strokes. She could feel the teenager writhe under her on the chair and Kirsten didn't tease or hesitate. She went right for Mila's hot spots to make sure she never forgot how good this could be. Kirsten couldn't believe how well this had worked out. In her mind she was already thinking about what friends she could invite over next for some sex and sun by the pool. Maybe soon she'd finally be able to see that pool in Malibu that Eliza had had so much fun around.

The more Kirsten licked, the more Mila writhed and shook underneath her. Mila's body felt like it was on pins and needles as she anxiously awaited her orgasm. Kirsten's tongue was like a machine between her legs. She kept her mouth clamped to her pussy and her tongue just wouldn't stop licking her clit. Not that Mila wanted her to stop. She was so close and all she wanted was more. Kirsten expertly tongued her clitoris, rubbing it against her tongue and teeth and doing everything in her power to stimulate it. Mila's body tingled with anticipation and when she could withstand it no more she let Kirsten know with a flood of hot girl cum against her young face.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Mila screamed as she came, her hips bucking up and down on the chair and her pussy mashing into Kirsten's eager face. Just as Mila hadn't paused her licking when she had come, Kirsten returned the favor here. She lapped up every drop she could get at and let the rest soak her skin. Kirsten loved the feel of the sizzling girl cum on her skin. When this was over she was fully planning on standing up and spreading it all over her tits and tummy like sunscreen so Eliza could lick her clean. Mila screamed out her pleasure and Kirsten just kept at her licking.

The feeling of orgasm ripped through Mila's small body and there were times where she thought it was too much and her heart would explode. But it would have been a way to go that Mila would have eagerly embraced. She didn't know if she'd be able to go back to Macaulay after all this and right then she didn't care. She just wanted to enjoy every single second of her orgasm. Mila felt her body shake uncontrollably and she wished it would never stop. She was having too much fun to stop. Her skin was practically stuck to the chair now and Mila just smiled because she never planned on leaving here anyway.

When Mila finally closed her eyes and fell back, she had a happy smile covering her young face. She quickly found that smile covered by Kirsten's face and Mila eagerly kissed her back.

"Oh Kirsten...I...I...just can't thank you enough," Mila panted. "It was just so...so...WHOA!!!"

"And its not even over yet," Kirsten promised.

"It's not?" Mila asked.

"Nope," Kirsten replied as she saw Eliza walking out of the house and sauntering toward them without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body. "In fact it's about to get even better."

The unforgiving sun beat down upon Love and Rose as they walked down the dirt road, looking for someone...anyone to help them. So far they had been unsuccessful, but they knew eventually they'd find someone. After all two hot girls were bound to attract attention. They just hoped it was from someone nice and not someone right out of the casting call for "Deliverance 2."

"I think we're at someone's farm," Love observed as they looked out at a hill right next to the road. The small little slope lead right to a green field and it was either a farm or the biggest hydroponics experiment on record. Either way it was something that had to be checked out.

"Listen, I hear something," Rose said. "Sounds like a tractor."

"Mmmm maybe it's some hunky field hand working out in the sun without his shirt on," Love teased.

"Yeah you'd just love that wouldn't you," Rose replied as she playfully whacked Love's arm. "I thought you were done with guys again."

"I am," Love grinned. "He'd be for you. This time it would be my turn to watch you get fucked."

"Oh yeah...good chance of that happening," Rose said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh c'mon...it would be sooooooo hot..." Love giggled. "I know deep down you want it, if only for an afternoon. Some hot guy filling your mouth with his cock and then bending you over his tractor to pull up your dress and give it hard to your wet pussy."

"Oooooh I hope whoever it is up there has a hose with him because you need to cool off Love," Rose laughed. "The sun is frying your brain. There's no way that's going to happen."

"I'm just saying it would be hot, that's all," Love said, wrapping her arms around Rose and squeezing her affectionately as they walked up the hill toward the field. Once they reached the top of the hill the tractor was easily spotted. It was a little bit in the distance, but close enough that they could see it.

"HEY!!!" Rose shouted out, trying to get the guy's attention. "OVER HERE!!!"

Rose and Love waved their arms in the air and tried to get the guy to notice them. It didn't take long for them to be successful as he changed directions on his tractor and drove over toward them. The tractor drove closer and closer until stopping right in front of the two stranded actresses. It was then that Rose and Love received their first surprise of the afternoon.

"Hey, what're y'all doing out here?" the young girl on top of the slightly worn John Deere tractor inquired. Rose and Love were left speechless at first. This was no guy they were looking at. It was a girl who couldn't have been more than 18 or 19 and she looked right out of the pages of Farmer's Daughter Monthly.

She wore a straw hat to cover her head from the sun and a pair of sunglasses, but the rest of her skin was exposed and showed the even tan of someone who spent a lot of time working outside. Her skin was golden brown from her work and her brown hair was sun bleached to a lighter shade than she had undoubtedly been born with. Her flesh glistened from the exertion of her day's work.

The girl held her hair back in a simple braid at the base of her skull, but what Love and Rose couldn't help but stare at was her firm chest, covered only in a small bikini top. Her breasts were practically hanging out for them to reach out and grab and Rose had to fight off the instinct to do just that. The girl had been wearing overalls, but she'd dropped the top portion from around her chest. Now it lay hanging around her waist as she sat on the tractor.

"Ummm our car...we had a flat..." Rose said, finally finding the power to speak to this vision on a John Deere as Love continued to just stare.

"Damn...where'd ya break down?" the girl asked. "There's not much around here. But town's not too far away. I'm sure we can get someone to tow you away."

"Great, we broke down a few miles that way," Rose said as she pointed down the road.

"Well let's get you inside the house, you can use the phone to call the garage," the girl helpfully offered as she held out her hand. "I'm Bobbie Jo."

"I'm Rose and this is Jennifer," Rose said before she was interrupted.

"You can just call me Love," Love interjected, unable to take her eyes of Bobbie Jo. She knew she was in the Bible belt here and not everyone was probably big on girl on girl fun, but she didn't care about that at the moment. She just wanted to drink Bobbie Jo and her firm, young body in while she stood there in her overalls and bikini top.

"Oh...I know who ya are," Bobbie Jo grinned, pushing down her sunglasses to give the girls a glimpse of her blue eyes. "Both of you..."

Rose and Love smiled in response. Neither of them had egos big enough for them to just assume everyone already knew who they were, but it was always nice to be recognized. Plus it would save having to be asked the "What do you do for a living?" question.

"It won't take long to get back to the house," Bobbie Jo said as she gestured toward the house in the background. "Hop on and grab onto the sides. Don't worry about falling off. I drive pretty slow. Just grip on tight and let me know if you're starting to slip. We'll be there in no time."

Love and Rose quickly agreed and jumped on board Bobbie Jo's ride. She seemed really nice so far and both girls were ready for a serious dose of some southern hospitality. Neither of them were shy about staring at Bobbie Jo's exposed flesh and they couldn't help but share the same thought about their accident maybe becoming a very fortunate one indeed.

"Ok, I've gotten the schematics down for the house and I think our best point of entry is the roof," Franklin declared. The three boys, one goat and one preteen were crouched behind a hill overlooking Marcus Barker's temporary Cuban home. It wasn't much, but it was out of the way and not surrounded by anything. Waldo, Franklin and Delbert knew it best. When you didn't want anyone to find you. The best place to be was to find someplace where no one would see you.

"How many doors does it have?" Waldo inquired. "I don't want him to have a chance to escape with the device."

"Well if the dossier is right, and by my observations it is, he's got just the one door and four windows, two in the front and two in the back," Franklin answered.

"So going through the roof is our game, eh?" Delbert said with firm resolve. "Good thing I brought along ol torchy!"

Delbert then reached into one of the bags and withdrew the handy blowtorch that had aided them on many occasions. There was nothing quite like white hot flame to get you into, and out of, any tricky situation.

"Ooooh what's that do?" Jamie Lynn asked as she grabbed at the tool.

"Don't touch that!" Waldo yelled as he yanked it away from her. Jamie Lynn immediately began pouting.

"C'monnnnnnnnn...you gotta let me do something!" Jamie Lynn whined. "Don't I get like a cool gadget or something? Like you think its really a pen and its like a rocket launcher. Something like that."

"We left those at home," Waldo explained. "And no you don't get to have a tool."

"You guys suck," Jamie Lynn grumbled. "Vin Diesel is wayyyyy cooler than you guys! He had one of those super cars. All you've got is that dumb jeep."

Jamie Lynn scowled in the direction of the beat up jeep they had "borrowed" in order to get to Marcus' house. The whole way through she had complained the ride was too bumpy and Franklin had had to be restrained twice from just pushing her out of the car.

"All right, it's going to be simple grab and run...nothing fancy," Franklin explained. "Delbert we're going to lower you through the roof. According to the heat goggles, there's an energy source at a desk in his bedroom. That corresponds with the data we have about the MAW device. So we lower you in, you grab it and...is that gum?"

"Maybe," Jamie Lynn replied coyly as she blew a big pink bubble in the boys' faces.

"Did you bring enough for everyone?" Delbert demanded and Jamie Lynn responded by blowing another big bubble that popped all over her face. She quickly used her tongue to lick the gum back into her mouth where she resumed chewing.

"Ok, now back to the plan, we're obviously going to need to find a way to distract Baker so he doesn't know we're grabbing the device and the data," Waldo said. "Del, we're going to give you some chloroform for when you go in. You know what to do about it."

"What if he's armed though?" Franklin wondered aloud. "I mean I don't want to send Delbert in unless we have the clear advantage."

"I'd thought of that, we're going to need some kind of distraction, but we're limited in our resources," Waldo said. "We need something to keep his attention occupied. Something that will totally distract him from what we're doing."

"Blah blah blah blah..." Jamie Lynn groaned in boredom. "You talk too much! Hey! You've got a funny nose!"

Jamie Lynn then reached over and poked Waldo right in the nose.

"BEEP!" Jamie Lynn exclaimed before laughing uproariously at her own joke.

"Damn it Jamie Lynn you are the most annoying person I have ever met!" Waldo shouted. "How can anyone concentrate when you..."

Waldo trailed off and then shared a look with Franklin.

"Franklin are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Waldo asked.

"Indeed I am," Franklin grinned. "Delbert, are you pondering what we're pondering?"

"I think so guys," Delbert replied. "But even if we got Carrot Top and Cher to get married, how can we be sure they'll conceive a child?"

Waldo and Franklin ignored Delbert's comment and turned their gaze toward Jamie Lynn.

"What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Jamie Lynn demanded. "You guys are creepy!"

"Jamie Lynn, we actually do have a job for you," Waldo smiled.

A few minutes later, Marcus Baker heard a knocking on the door of his house and he reacted with immediate suspicion. No one knew he was here except for them and they weren't scheduled to be here for another 10 minutes. He knew they kept time promptly and hated showing up either early or late. The knocking continued and at first Marcus ignored it. It might be a trap. They might be coming after the device! But then he began to think about it logically. If they were here for the device they would have just blown off his door and taken it. Those types of people didn't usually knock.

"Who is it?" Marcus asked from the other side of the door.

"Ohhhhhhh gawwwwwd you're American? I need your help?" a female voice with a sharp Southern twang shouted back from the other side. That had definitely not been what Marcus had expected to hear and he flung the door open to see a young blonde girl standing at his door. She couldn't have been any older than 13 or so and she looked to be in a seriously agitated state.

"Oh thank God y'all are here!" Jamie Lynn twanged. "I need help and they said y'could speak English! Can y'help me! Please!"

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked. "What's going on?"

"Ohhhhh I don't know what happened but I got on a plane and I thought it was for Cabo...and it was for Cuba!" Jamie Lynn cried out, happy to finally have a stage to display her immense acting talents. "I don't know where I am! This country is so weird, y'all! Can you believe they don't speak English here?"

"Well...it is Cuba," Marcus replied, not quite sure what to make of the young girl at his doorway.

"You gotta help me!" Jamie Lynn insisted. "I'm lost and vulnerable and I think the guys here are lookin at me with sinful devil eyes!"

"Geez, I think the ham needs some salt," Waldo sighed from atop the roof where they listened in on Jamie Lynn's performance.

"Forget about her, she's distracting him let's get cutting while we have the chance," Franklin said and Delbert eagerly accepted.

"Burn baby! Burn!" Delbert gleefully declared as he began cutting through the roof with the blowtorch. Fortunately the roof was none too sturdy and it was like cutting through butter. It was only seconds before they had a hole big enough to fit Delbert.

"You ready Del?" Waldo asked as he checked on the harness attached to his friend's back.

"Ready and not so willing," Delbert replied.

"Close enough...let's go!" Franklin said and Delbert responded by jumping through the hole. Waldo gripped the rope attached to him tightly and made sure it was firmly attached to the pulley. Delbert dropped down like a cat and landed perfectly on his feet. The intelligence had been spot on and he found himself in Marcus' bedroom. The bed looked like it hadn't been made in weeks and the desk was full of the clutter only a scientist could make. But right there in the middle of the desk was the device as clear as day.

Delbert tugged on the rope once, which had been the prearranged signal for when he found the device. They needed to maintain silent communication for fear of tipping Marcus off and it was one tug for finding the device and two tugs for needing to be pulled up. Delbert crept across the floor and made sure not to make any more noise than possible. For the first time he took a look at the MAW device. It was simple and gave no indication of what its uses were, practical or otherwise.

The device was a simple metal structure with a blinking red light on it. Delbert scratched his head and wondered why they had been sent out there for something like this. It looked like something that could be put together with tinker toys. It looked like a broadcast tower, except shrunk down to pocket size proportions. The MAW device was hooked up to a larger box filled with all sorts of blinking red and green lights. It looked too bulky to be practical and Delbert shook his head in confusion. Their missions rarely made sense, but this one made less sense than usual.

Back on the roof, Franklin surveyed the terrain around them with his binoculars. He looked around the perimeter and quickly found something troubling.

"Hey Waldo, we got company headed this way," Franklin declared. "Looks like they're about five minutes out. Must be his buyers."

"Must be," Waldo grunted as he held onto the rope, ready to pull it up when he got the signal. "Can you see them at all?"

"That's just damn strange," Franklin stated. "It looks like an army vehicle. You know those ones they use when they're on special ops. The one's you're not supposed to notice."

"Oh yeah, I used to see those all the time," Waldo replied. "Are you sure it's one of them?"

"I'd need a closer look to be sure," Franklin said. "But it sure looks like one. We'd better get Del to hurry up."

"Relax, five minutes is plenty of time for him," Waldo said.

Inside the bedroom, Delbert was picking up the pace. He grabbed the device and the box. He saw a bunch of notebooks and notepads next to it so he opened his bag and put them all in as well. He didn't discriminate. Since he really had no idea what it was that he was looking for, he just grabbed everything. This filled up the bag pretty quickly and when Delbert turned around to begin walking closer to the hole, the bag knocked over a glass that had been propped up on the edge of the desk. It fell to the floor and shattered loudly into several pieces.

"Hey! What was that!" Marcus shouted from the other room.

"Ummmmmm nothin! C'mon mister help me!" Jamie Lynn frantically insisted. "You don't wanna look in there!"

"What the hell is going on?" Marcus demanded as he ran into the bedroom and saw Delbert standing there with his full bag, frantically pulling on the rope attached to his back.

"NO!!!" Marcus shouted. "DON'T DO THIS! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! NOT THE MAW DEVICE!!!"

Waldo began pulling the rope up at top speed, yanking Delbert up quickly. The pulley kept things moving briskly and Delbert shot up through the air and back through the hole in the roof. Marcus lunged for him but the pasty scientist was unsuccessful when Jamie Lynn screamed out and jumped on his back pummeling him with her preteen fists.

"WE'RE KICKING YOUR ASS AMERICAN STYLE!!!" Jamie Lynn cried out in triumph as she pounded on Marcus' back and head. "YOUR ASS IS GRASS!!!"

Marcus quickly tossed the girl off his back and onto the floor, where she yelped. He tore toward the door when Jamie Lynn grabbed his leg and tripped him.

"SO LONG SUCKER!!!" Jamie Lynn laughed as she ran ahead of the door out of the house.

"C'MON JAMIE LYNN!!!" Waldo shouted out as the three of them ran up the hill toward the waiting jeep. The preteen ran as fast as could and quickly pulled ahead of Waldo, Franklin and Delbert. They all hopped into the jeep and Waldo got behind the wheel, starting the car up and flooring it.

"Here he comes!" Franklin reported. "And he's got his friends right behind him."

Marcus had hopped into his jeep as well and took off after them, with his mystery buyers following closely behind him,

"Step on it!" Jamie Lynn shouted, stomping her foot on Waldo's and forcing him to push down on the gas hard. The car lurched forward and the chase began in earnest. It was now a matter if they could get to the rendezvous point before Marcus and his friends could catch up to them.

"So what're you drinking?" Jewel called out to Beyonce as the singer lounged on the couch in Jewel's suite.

"Whatever's cold," Beyonce immediately replied. It had been a complete scorcher that night and even with the air conditioner on full blast in Jewel's room, both girls were desperate to cool down.

"Champagne it is then," Jewel stated as she pulled out the bottle that had been helpfully left waiting for her in her room in a big bucket of ice by the hotel staff to congratulate her on the concert. Jewel poured two glasses for her and Beyonce and rejoined her friend on the couch.

"So, what should we drink to?" Beyonce asked after Jewel handed her a glass. This request took Jewel by surprise. She had expected to just toss back the cold liquid and not give it any significance. Now she was on the spot and she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Ummm...how about to being bootylicious?" Jewel suggested and Beyonce joined her in laughing.

"Ooooh I like that," Beyonce said as she and Jewel clinked glasses together. "To being bootylicious."

Jewel giggled again over their toast. She just liked the sound of that word. Neither she nor Beyonce were stick figured girls who looked like they hadn't eaten in a month. They both had curves in all the right places. Of course, Jewel couldn't quite duplicate Beyonce's amazing dance moves. She was too much of a dork on the floor to quite be considered truly bootylicious.

"How about to success for both our albums?" Jewel suggested, more seriously.

"That's even better," Beyonce smiled. "To both of us."

"I'll drink to that for sure," Jewel said as they clinked glasses again and both girls drank, the ice cold champagne feeling so good traveling down their parched throats. It had been a long night for both of them and they were looking to do some serious relaxation with what was left of the night.

The concert had gone really well in Jewel's opinion. The crowd had been a sell out and they had seemed to love her performance that night. The songs killed when they needed to and everyone looked like they were having a good time. Beyonce had also been more than a mere audience member. She had given the crowd a thrill by joining Jewel on stage to duet on a few numbers. They had even done a few lyrics from "Say My Name" as a joke and the crowd really seemed to enjoy hearing the interpretation of one of Destiny Child's biggest hits with an acoustic guitar and a spot of yodeling thrown in.

Jewel and Beyonce had had a lot of fun out there and they had decided to continue the fun back in Jewel's room. It hadn't taken much of a twist of the arm for Jewel to permit Beyonce to come up with her and the Alaskan princess just hoped things would taken an even bigger turn for the better. She had Beyonce in her room, but where she really wanted her was her bed.

She had been so lonely lately, that it was good to spend any time with a friend, so Jewel wasn't just out for sex, even though she would have welcomed it with open arms and open legs. She just wasn't going to grab Beyonce by her hair and say "Fuck me or get out!" Jewel was going to let things develop slowly and if she saw an opportunity she planned to take it and see if Beyonce might be interested in some fun. But if no opportunity presented itself then Jewel would figure it just wasn't meant to be.

Of course it was hard for Jewel to think about anything but sex, especially considering what Beyonce was wearing...or rather not wearing. The July heat had been so oppressive that Beyonce had changed into some short shorts that looked painted onto her body and a white tank top. It was so close to the same outfit that she wore in her "Crazy In Love" video that Jewel couldn't not mentally drool over her.

It wasn't like Jewel was dressed in a parka either. She had gotten back from the concert and just ditched her clothes completely. Jewel had kept her bra and panties on, but nothing else and she covered her underwear only in a small, pink kimono. Beyonce hadn't seemed to mind Jewel's lack of clothing so Jewel happily lounged around in it. Besides, the heat was too much for them to care much about clothing right then.

"Mmmm this is just what I need," Beyonce sighed happily as she drank down her champagne and let the air conditioning cool her skin. "Mind if I hide out with you for a few weeks? I could use the break."

"You've got sanctuary here as long as you need it," Jewel promised. "But I think your boyfriend might miss you."

"Yeah right," Beyonce muttered. Jewel's eyebrows shot up in surprise a little at that reaction. She would have thought Beyonce would have been more enthused about her relationship. Jewel didn't want to read too much into that, but it certainly demanded further exploration.

"So what do you call him when he's off stage? Is he always Jay Z?" Jewel teased.

"No offstage he's just Shawn," Beyonce replied. "Just plain old Shawn."

"So you two are always so vague about your relationship," Jewel pressed on, looking for an opening and also hoping to satisfy her own curiosity. "What's the deal? Are you two going out or what? The people demand to know."

"The people are just going to have to mind their own business," Beyonce pointed out as she helped herself to more champagne. "Besides there's not even really that much to tell."

"Oh? And what's that mean?" Jewel inquired.

"Ahhhh forget it, it's not even worth talking about," Beyonce claimed. "Let's talk about something else. Like where you've been getting all those sexy moves of yours girl?"

"I stole most of them from you," Jewel giggled. She was no dancer and they both knew it, but it was fun to get out there and shake it a little.

"I knew it," Beyonce laughed back. "You're nothing but a dirty dance move stealer, Jewel. Of course I can't blame you. If you're going to steal moves, you might as well steal from the best."

"Yeah...from JLo," Jewel said, cracking up again.

"Ooooooh that's it...I'm not speaking to you anymore," Beyonce shot back with mock outrage. "I'll go find sanctuary with Sheryl Crow or someone else. You're mean!"

"I'm just teasing," Jewel grinned. "You know you're still the most bootylicious one out there Beyonce."

"Yeah and don't you forget it," Beyonce said triumphantly. "I may have to change my name to Queen B or something so the peasants out there know who to worship."

"Hmmm Queen B huh? Sign me up as one of your peasants," Jewel smiled as they clinked glasses together again.

"I shouldn't be drinking too much of this," Beyonce said as she poured herself a third glass. "It makes me sleepy. I might end up just passing out on your couch."

"Don't worry, if you do I'll check on you in the night to make sure you're not drooling all over the cushions or anything," Jewel teased.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Beyonce said as she stretched out her arms and flexed her back. Her long legs were curled up under her on the couch, her sandals now lying on the floor. Beyonce certainly looked like someone who could use a long, relaxing break.

"Wow, they are working you hard," Jewel observed.

"Mmmmhmmm," Beyonce replied. "I mean I know it's worth it because without the promotion we're just not going to sell any albums, simple as that. It's just that Kelly, Michelle and I were touring and recording and touring and recording like non-stop and then I was doing the movies and then the solo album and now we're promoting it everywhere and I know I'm going to end up doing a few concerts late in the summer and then we're going to do another Destiny's Child album. It's just so much. I can't remember the last time I was just able to sit back and kick it for a few weeks. I'm working here on a serious fun shortage girl."

"Even with Shawn around?" Jewel slipped in, wanting to dance around this subject a little more to see what was really going on.

"Especially with Shawn around," Beyonce stated. "He and I...we...well...it's just complicated...I don't really want to talk about it."

Jewel could see that while Beyonce said she didn't want to talk about it, she needed to. Jewel considered herself to be a pretty good judge of human nature and it sure looked to her that she was holding back something she was dying to tell.

"You can tell me,' Jewel said, putting her hand gently on Beyonce's arm. "You look like you really need to talk."

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 7