Harem

This is part 2 of ch 14...Please don't read out of order and send all feedback to KMB2476@aol.com

When she heard the sound of the door knocking in their hotel room, Sarah paused and considered just not opening it. After all the last time she had answered the door she had unleashed all forms of chaos into their lives. The knocking didn't go away, though, so Sarah couldn't just ignore it. It was damn early in the morning and Sarah didn't like being disturbed. But she went to answer it anyway. After all it could be important.

At least this time she was wearing clothes. Unlike the previous time she had actually gotten enough sleep to be somewhat aware of her surroundings. She was in a beat up old t-shirt and gray sweatpants as she walked over toward the soft knock of the door. Jennifer was in the shower and Sarah had been patiently waiting her turn when she heard the knocking begin.

"Hold on a sec...hold on a sec..." Sarah muttered as she walked to the door. It was getting close to eight. Sarah didn't have to rush to the set today so she had time to hang around and relax this morning. They were almost done with filming and Sarah couldn't wait to get back to Malibu, even though her return did ultimately mean the end of the life she had built with her friends.

"Who is it?" Sarah asked from inside. Even though her body was quite covered, she wasn't taking any chances. It could be Brad. Or Freddie. Or fucking Page Six.

"Room service..." a muffled voice said on the other side of the door.

"I didn't order anything..." Sarah replied, trying to remember if Jennifer had. She hadn't mentioned anything and it would have been unlike Jen to order breakfast without her.

"Room service," the voice repeated. Sarah frowned and began to wonder what exactly was going on. Was it some kind of psycho fan waiting for her? This had to be some kind of trick? The voice on the other side of the door was obviously disguised.

"You have the wrong room," Sarah declared. "We didn't order room service."

"I've got flowers..." the voice then said and Sarah started to get really suspicious. Who was this weirdo?

"I don't want any flowers." Sarah said. "I'm going to call security!"

"Candygram.." the voice then said, in a teasing manner that seemed to about ready to become a giggle. Now Sarah was getting totally confused. There was something familiar about that voice. Sarah kept the deadbolt latched and slowly opened the door so she could at least get a peek at who was there. What she saw when she peeked out made her squeal in delight.

Sarah slammed the door shut, undid the deadbolt and flung it open again to great her guest.

"JEWEL!!!" Sarah screamed happily as she flung herself into her housemate's welcoming arms. The busty blonde singer tried to greet Sarah, but she was too distracted by the kisses the actress was showering all over her face. Jewel quickly met her lips with Sarah's and they fell into a reunion tongue kiss right there in the doorway.

Realizing that this was not the best spot for a make out session, Sarah tugged Jewel into the room and slammed the door shut behind them. They then got right back down to business, kissing each other passionately with the hunger that only came from absence.

"I guess you missed me," Jewel grinned, her face flushed with the loving passion Sarah had left all over her.

"What tipped me off?" Sarah giggled. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop in for a booty call," Jewel teased.

"Feel free to call away," Sarah smiled as she turned around to show off her toned booty in her sweat pants. She moaned as soon as she felt Jewel's hands cupping her ass through the sweats. It had been so long since she'd felt Jewel's touch and now that she was experiencing it again Sarah was just glad she didn't have to get to the set right away.

"I see this is right where I left it," Jewel winked, her hands sliding under the waistband of the sweat pants. Sarah didn't have any panties on underneath and Jewel quickly reached bare girl flesh. She caressed Sarah's cheeks and heard the familiar sound of her housemate's moans. God, she'd missed this. Except for the distractions she had found along the way touring had been agony for Jewel. All she had wanted was this.

As her hands played with Sarah's ass, Jewel sought out the former slayer's lips. When she found them the two girls fell into another happy kiss. Time and distance had not lessened the connection they had and the time apart only added more intensity to the kiss. Jewel had been the last person Sarah had been expecting to see today and it was a very welcome surprise indeed.

"God I've missed you sweetie," Sarah moaned in between kisses. "I've missed everyone so much."

"So what have you and Jen been up to all this time?" Jewel asked.

"Shhhhhh we can catch up later," Sarah grinned, turning her body around inside Jewel's embrace so they were face to face. "Right now all I want is that room service you promised me."

Sarah's not so subtle point became crystal clear when she began rubbing Jewel through her jeans. Jewel closed her eyes and moaned as Sarah caressed her pussy through the denim. It felt so good to be with Sarah again and Jewel knew the party was only getting started. If they had timed things right, Rose and Love should be there soon.

"Only if you promise to feed me too," Jewel said, reaching down to tug Sarah's sweat pants away from her body. They kissed again, massaging each other's tongues, as Sarah's sweats fell away, leaving her bottomless and ready for some serious play. But before they could really get to it, the door to the bathroom opened up.

"Sorry I took so long Sarah, I..." Jennifer began before stopping cold when she saw how distracted Sarah was. All she could see was Sarah leaning up against the suite's couch with a blonde girl falling to her knees. Jennifer was a bit taken aback by Sarah's boldness, but then again it had hardly been the first time she had walked in on Sarah, or any of the girls, in the middle of some fun.

"Hey...who's your friend?" Jennifer asked before the familiar face looked up and gave her smile.

"Holy shit!" Jennifer squealed. She had a bathrobe on and a towel wrapped around her head as she tore across the suite to reunite with her friend. Just as had happened with Sarah, Jennifer and Jewel couldn't even get word out before they were kissing each other over and over again.

"So is there room in here for three?" Jewel asked when the kisses paused.

"Oh I'm sure we can squeeze you in," Jennifer giggled happily. All her troubles had faded as soon as she had seen her friend. "I just can't believe you're here."

"I wanted to surprise you guys," Jewel explained. "I figured just dropping was the most effective way."

"Well we're glad you did," Sarah smiled. "Now all we have to do is get Rose and Love up here to have a real party. Too bad we can't zip them in from the coast."

They're closer than you think, Jewel thought to herself with a grin. She didn't know exactly where Rose and Love were, but she was sure they were almost here by now. She knew nothing was going to stop those two from getting here.

"Well they're going to kick themselves for missing this," Sarah said before pulling her t-shirt over her head and showing off her naked tits. "Now c'mon you two...get naked! Because I will start without you."

Sarah began pawing her pussy, proving she wasn't bluffing. Jewel and Jennifer leaned in and kissed Sarah's horny lips, before turning their attention to each other. As Sarah watched with keen interest, Jewel undid the sash of Jennifer's robe and pushed it off her body, leaving her clad only in the towel over her head. Sarah took the liberty of removing that, releasing wet hair all over Jennifer's back and shoulders. Happy to be free of the burden of clothing, Jennifer began reaching for Jewel's clothes. She was in the process of lifting Jewel's shirt up when the door knocked again.

"Shit!" Sarah snapped at the interruption. "Just ignore it!"

"It might be important," Jewel countered. She didn't expect it was Rose and Love quite yet, but she was hopeful.

"I'll get it," Jennifer said, grabbing her robe and slipping it back on her body. She didn't want to say anything, but she couldn't help but think it was Brad again.

Grumbling about how she hated being interrupted, Sarah didn't bother getting dressed again. Instead she ducked out of sight behind the couch to hide her nudity. She grabbed Jewel and yanked her back behind with her and as Jennifer walked toward the door she heard the unmistakable sounds of two girls kissing. If this wasn't Brad at the door, Jennifer was planning on getting rid of them quickly and getting back to her friends.

"Who is it?" Jennifer asked.

"It's Catherine...open up," a sexy, slightly accented voice said on the other end.

Now that was an interruption that Jennifer didn't mind in the slightest and she quickly opened the door to reveal a smiling Catherine Zeta Jones.

"Good morning beautiful," Catherine purred as she invited herself into the room. Jennifer wouldn't have stopped her though. Catherine pretty much could have done anything she wanted.

"Hey Catherine, what's up?" Jennifer asked, slightly surprised by her appearance, but pleasantly so. Until Brad had made his appearance, she and Catherine had been having quite a bit of fun with each other. The addition of Sarah and Reese Witherspoon to the equation had only made things hotter.

"I can only stay for a moment," Catherine replied from behind the sunglasses that hid her eyes. "I've really got to run, but I felt just awful about what happened the other day. I had no idea you and Brad were having troubles."

"Yeah...well...you know...it's just one of those things," Jennifer muttered glumly, clearly not relishing having to talk about it.

"Well I really wanted to make it up to you," Catherine said. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing really," Jennifer admitted.

"Super," Catherine smiled. "Come by my place this afternoon. Like, around 3? You'll love it. You won't be thinking about anything blue once you see this."

"What is it?" Jennifer asked.

"That, my sexy friend, is a surprise," Catherine coyly answered. "You'll just have to come and see."

"Is this an open invitation?" Sarah asked suddenly popping up from behind the couch. Now that she knew it was safe company there, she had no reason to hide.

"Well you might be able to talk your way into coming too," Catherine replied as she eyed Sarah's bare body up and down. The lithe beauty was always welcome as far as she was concerned. What she saw next surprised her though.

"What about me?" Jewel asked. Catherine had no idea that Jewel was into any of this, but the fact that Sarah was naked in front of her and Jennifer seemed quite comfortable with this was enough to convince her that it was ok.

"Well hello there," Catherine said. Sarah had relieved Jewel of her shirt and Catherine easily noticed the singer's hard nipples straining against her bra. "I didn't know you were a part of this little group."

"Oh I'm deep in it," Jewel grinned before proving it by wrapping her arms around Catherine's neck and kissing her sexily. The kiss was soft and wet and almost had Catherine swooning. She knew she was risking a lot by bringing one guest, much less three, but she couldn't help it.

"Mmmm that's enough...anyone who kisses like that just has to be there," Catherine declared after pushing Jewel away from her lips. "Now I really must go or I'll be late. Don't forget come to my place around three. Here's the address."

Catherine then handed Jennifer a slip of paper with her apartment address written on it. She kissed Jennifer, Sarah and Jewel on the cheeks and then disappeared as quickly as she had arrived.

"What have you two been up to here?" Jewel asked, very impressed that they had been able to snag someone like Catherine into their bedroom.

"We'll tell you all about it Jewel," Sarah promised. "All you have to do first though is remind us what a good pussy licker you are."

To Jewel's mind that seemed more than fair and Catherine's interruption was soon forgotten as she, Jennifer and Sarah tangled themselves up in a three way kiss and got back to doing what they did best.

A coast away and in seemingly another universe, Tara Reid awoke. However this wasn't the soft morning awakening she had once taken for granted. This was the hard cruelty she had experienced almost non-stop over the past few days.

"Get up cunt!" Jaime Pressley barked with another slap to Tara's face. Her cheeks were still pink and raw from the beating she had taken the night before. Tara was now light years from the pretty girl the paparazzi seemed to love taking party pictures of. Her cheeks were swollen and there were tear stains down her face that showed that her crying had been almost non stop since she had been brought here.

"Stop..." Tara whimpered. "Please...stop..."

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Jaime screamed as she kicked Tara in the stomach, causing her to cry out in pain. "CALL ME MASTER YOU FUCKING STUPID LITTLE CUNT!!!"

"Nooooooooooo..." Tara wailed. She had been beaten, slapped, whipped and worse but she had yet to give Jaime what she wanted. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Jaime growled in rage and slapped Tara again before spitting in her face.

"Why?" Tara cried out. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"

"Nothing...nothing at all," Jaime laughed. "You mean absolutely nothing to me you silly bitch. You pissed Carson off with your little tape, but I don't give two shits about you. You're just another little cunt for me to break."

Tara began to sob again. She'd have defended herself against Jaime's blows, but she'd been left chained up somewhere. Tara had no idea where she was or even what day it was anymore. It was completely dark in here and all Tara knew was that her arms and her legs were chained down and Jaime had been brutalizing her almost non stop since she had kidnapped her from her house.

"That's it cry..." Jaime laughed, her nipples hardening as she heard Tara's sobs. "Cry bitch. It won't do you any good. No one knows where you are. No one cares. You're mine now Tara. I am your master and you're going to be my little pet."

"My friends will find me..." Tara contended.

"Your friends? God, you're so fucking stupid Tara," Jaime mocked. "Even if they cared about where you were, how would they find you? No one would even think to look for you here. Face it Tara. You belong to me. Now why don't you just act like an obedient little bitch?"

"Fuck you..." Tara groaned in pain and despair.

"FUCK ME? FUCK YOU!!!" Jaime screamed before delivering three quick kicks to Tara's stomach. "I FUCKING OWN YOU NOW BITCH!!! YOU'RE MINE!!! I'M NEVER LETTING YOU GO!!! YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY FUCKING PET UNTIL I TOSS YOU IN THE GARBAGE!!!"

Jaime then grabbed a dish of food and thrust in Tara's face. Tara didn't have to be told what it was. It was dog food.

"Here's your breakfast bitch," Jaime spat. "You're nothing but a diseased little dog Tara and that's how you're going to be treated. You're my dog and I am your master. Never forget that."

Jaime then strode away, leaving Tara alone with just her tears and growing despair. Now she was beginning to feel that Jaime was right. No one was going to come to rescue her.

It was a much more pleasant wake up for Britney and Christina. Of course it was easy for them to get up because they had never bothered to go to sleep the night before. How could they possibly sleep when they were so pumped for their video?

Alyssa hadn't gotten any sleep either, but it hadn't been for lack of trying. It was just that every time she tried to close her eyes, one of the nubile pop princesses she shared a house with would start licking her. Between Britney at her pussy and Christina at her ass, Alyssa hadn't gotten much sleep. Not that she cared. Between sleep or Christina's pierced clit at her lips, Alyssa would have gladly given up her beauty rest. Sometimes she felt that with these two around she had to act the role of "responsible adult" but that didn't mean she was dead yet. Nothing was going to stop her from having fun.

So even though Alyssa was already yawning, she had the flavors of Britney and Christina all over her tongue and it was more than worth it. Besides after hearing the concept Christina had dreamed up for their video, Alyssa didn't blame them for being excited. It made her, for just a moment, wish she still had the pop music career. Just for a moment though. Alyssa didn't know how the video was going to go over with the newly image conscious MTV, but it was sure going to be a hit here in Malibu.

But at the moment Christina had other things on her mind besides the video. Her and Britney's song was only one part of her plan to blast Mandy Moore out of the water. She had to make sure the second part, the most important part, was in place.

"So we're still on for today, right?" Christina asked into her cell phone.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...no problem," Jenna Jameson yawned. It was too early to be having these conversations, but Jenna figured it was worth it. The reward she was going to get for this was more important than sleep. Hell it was more important than money. Jenna already had plenty of money. She didn't need to be paid for this. She was getting the prize that made money seem insignificant. It was the prize that made her horny heart go pitter patter.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Christina pressed.

"Honey relax, if there's one thing you don't have to give me tips on it's this," Jenna chuckled into the phone as she lay under the sheets, not wanting to get up quite yet. "So I won't tell you how to sing and you won't tell me how to pull this off, ok?"

"Fine," Christina agreed. "But this is the key to the whole plan. I need this to work."

"Chill Christina," Jenna said. "That girl is going to be putty in my hands. By the time I'm done with her she won't know high notes from low. Music is going to be the last thing she'll care about."

"That's what I want to hear," Christina grinned as Jenna shook her head on the other end. She liked Christina, but that girl was always scheming something.

Jenna just wanted another opportunity to shut the singer's motormouth by pressing her pussy to it. She was fairly confident she would have more than one more chance at that and at Britney too. Remembering what she had done to both those pop princesses still had Jenna's pussy wet.

She wasn't always a sexually dominant person, but there had just been something about having those two famous sluts on their knees for her that had Jenna on the verge of creaming days after it happened. Now she was hoping for a repeat performance today.

"Good now let me sleep," Jenna groaned. "It's too fucking early for this. Let me sleep or I won't be at peak condition today and with what you want me to do, baby you'd better have me in peak condition."

"So who's stopping you?" Christina asked. "Sleep bitch. And remember that if you pull this off, if you thought Britney and I were your little whores the other night...honey, you aint seen nothing yet."

Grinning, Christina then hung up the phone and turned to Britney.

"It's all set," Christina said, close to cackling. "That little copycat bitch Mandy isn't going to know what hit her."

"I feel kind of bad," Britney admitted. "I mean Mandy's always been so nice to me. I don't want to ruin her."

"Don't turn into a wuss on me now Britney," Christina shot back. "This is the big girl's part of the game. It's survival of the fittest. She stole our idea and now she's going to have to pay. She should have known this was coming. If we don't hit her she's going to hit us. You know how the media will play it...the bad girls versus the good girls. They'll slap us around and laugh about it."

"I know..." Britney grumbled, her treatment in the media lately a big sore spot in her life.

"So we either get her or we get fucked," Christina pointed out. "It's her or us. What's it going to be Britney?"

"Us," Britney agreed, summoning her resolve. "Fuck that copycatting slut."

"That's my girl," Christina grinned, giving Britney a deep, passionate kiss.

"Hey I just thought of something," Alyssa chimed in.

"What's that?" Christina asked, breaking the wet kiss with Britney.

"Well if you've got this whole video set up and everything and you two are going to sing, who's going to be your band?" Alyssa asked. "I mean you two aren't just going to bring in a karaoke machine, are you?"

The next sound in the room was the gasp of a sharp intake of breath. That and the look of shock on Christina's face told Alyssa that she had found the flaw in Christina's plan.

"Fuck! I knew I forgot something!" Christina gasped. She glanced over at the clock. She only had a few hours to make this right. She had to think fast...lightning fast.

The sounds of the happy pop ska fusion that No Doubt was famous for filled the studio, but no one was quite satisfied with the results yet. They stopped the music and tried to figure out what it needed.

"Maybe the drums coming in earlier would pick up the pace a little?" Adrian Young suggested.

"I don't know, you don't want the drums overwhelming everything else," Tony Kamal countered. "I mean it's a great beat, but you can have too much of it."

"I think it's the whole first part of the song," Gwen Stefani opined. "We might be going into the lyrics too quickly. Let the music get people in the mood first and then go to the words."

The band was working on their newest single. It had been Gwen's intention to focus on her solo album and her budding acting career, but then there had started to be tabloid reports that she was breaking up the band. They had even put words in her mouth that she was done with No Doubt. Even though the reports weren't true, Gwen still felt so horrible about them that when the label had asked the band to get a new single ready for the summer, she had quickly agreed.

Just because she had wanted to go off on her own for a little bit didn't mean she wanted to break up No Doubt and Gwen wanted the rest of the world to realize that. Gwen admitted she had been distracted lately. The rest of her bandmates had thought it was because of her marriage and her career heat, but Gwen knew the truth. What was really distracting her was her desire to visit her friends in Malibu as often as possible.

Her career and life were going great, but Gwen knew she wouldn't be feeling this happy and fulfilled if it wasn't for her discovery of the pleasure girls offered. She had done the most amazing, erotic things there and all she wanted was more. Her husband, Gavin, was almost an afterthought at times and while Gwen sometimes felt guilty, she just told herself she was evening the scales for all the times he had cheated on her.

Right now she wanted to focus on the song, though. Their last song had been such a huge hit that the label wanted more. Gwen told herself that the quicker she got through this, the quicker she could sneak away to Malibu. But before she and her fellow bandmates could get back to tinkering with the still untitled song, there was a loud pounding on the door.

"What the hell?" Tom Dumont asked. "I'm pretty sure we said no interruptions."

"We did," Gwen replied, more than a little annoyed about the interruption. She walked over to the door and opened it, intending to tell whoever it was to go away. When she did open it, though, she immediately softened her stance. Outside the door was a very panicked Britney and Christina.

"Ummmm hey guys, what's up?" Gwen asked. These had been the last two people she had expected to see here. Not that she didn't want to see them. It was just she preferred that it be in Malibu, when they were all naked.

"We need to borrow your band," Christina immediately blurted out. "We need to borrow them now."

It was hard for Michelle Branch to sleep. Usually she slept like a baby, especially after a night like last night. Michelle had done a little too much partying and could barely remember how she ended up in bed. There had been more than a little alcohol and a lot of girl sex, so Michelle was tired but happy. But that didn't mean she didn't want to sleep though. She needed her sleep and she tended to be very grumpy when she didn't get it.

Unfortunately her bed partner had no compassion for her. All she wanted was Michelle to wake up and play.

"C'mon!!!" Avril Lavigne whined. "Get up Michelle!"

All that plea brought was a displeased grumble from the brunette who pulled the covers over her head and pressed her head hard to her pillow. That didn't discourage the teen though. Avril knew she just had to try harder. She stood up on the bed in her bare feet and began jumping up and down and singing to get her friend and fuck buddy awake.

"You gotta get up! You gotta get up! You gotta get up in the morning!" Avril giggled and sang as she jumped, her tits bouncing very nicely under the t-shirt she wore.

"Noooooo leave me alone..." Michelle groaned from under the covers. "I wanna sleep!"

"You can sleep later!" Avril pouted as she continued jumping up and down on the bed. "I wanna playyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Play with yourself then," Michelle giggled, still hiding her head under the blankets.

"I already did that," Avril grinned. She fell to her knees on the bed and yanked the covers away from Michelle, revealing her in all her nude glory. Avril kissed Michelle's lips and immediately began to caress her breasts. "Don't you want to play with me too?"

"Mmmmmmm keep doing that and I'll do anything you want," Michelle sighed happily as Avril teased her nipples with her fingers.

"I know you will," Avril giggled before leaning down and licking Michelle's nipples with her tongue. "That's why I'm doing it."

Michelle could still remember how angry Avril had been when she had discovered her and Alyssa hiding in her hotel room. But so much had changed since then. They had unleashed the pussy hungry monster inside the Canadian teen and Michelle had pretty much been at Avril's side non-stop since then.

It was just what she had wanted to happen, and Michelle was so happy that the real Avril had turned out to be even hotter than the fantasy Avril. Of course the real Avril also got Michelle into tequila drinking contests that left her as sleep deprived as she was now, but Michelle took the good with the bad because the good was so good. Avril's tongue was always eager to lick her pussy and suck on her nipples and make her all wet and tingly.

"Mmmmmmm baby...yesssssss feels sooooo good..." Michelle moaned, her hands running through Avril's sandy hair while the girl feasted on her hard pink nipples, pushing her tits together so she could lick her everywhere.

"Now isn't this more fun than sleep?" Avril grinned.

"Mmmmhmmm..." Michelle agreed. She was still sleepy, but she couldn't possibly make Avril stop. Once Avril got an idea in her head, she was very stubborn about doing it and, besides, it wasn't as though Michelle even wanted her to stop. Not when it all felt so good.

"How'd you get so energetic?" Michelle asked. "You drank as much as I did last night."

"Red Bull," Avril replied. "Mmmmmmm I had a whole six pack already. Nothing like it to get all wired up. Here feel my heart!"

Avril then grabbed Michelle's hand and pressed it to her chest through the t-shirt she was wearing. Michelle's eyes got wide when she felt it. It was pounding in her chest, like it was about to burst out and dance around the room.

"Whoa..." Michelle marveled. "You are wired."

"Fuck yeah," Avril laughed maniacally. "I'm wired and I wanna fuck!"

"I won't stop you," Michelle promised, her excitement rapidly accelerating.

"Damn right you won't," Avril replied. "I was taking you whether you were awake or not."

Michelle felt another moan as she closed her eyes and pictured herself asleep, lying flat on her stomach as Avril pulled the covers away to expose her bare ass. She almost regretted having woken up because she could dream about how much fun it would be to be sleeping and having Avril's finger and tongue teasing her asshole and just using her naked body for her pleasure, waking her up with moans and pants.

"Oooooh someone likes that," Avril teased, her fingers still rubbing Michelle's nipples. "So what do you want to do today baby?"

"I dunno...what do you want to do today?" Michelle asked.

"I asked first...what do you want to do today?" Avril shot back.

"So I asked second...what do you want to do today?" Michelle challenged, her voice cracking with laughter. The game went on and on between the two young girls when finally Avril seized upon the winning idea.

"Well why don't you take me to that mansion you're always babbling about," Avril suggested. "You know the place where you met Alyssa."

"I know which one you mean," Michelle smiled. God it felt like so long since she had been there. She couldn't just invite herself over, could she? She loved being with Avril, but she missed that place. She wanted to show her friend every hot, naughty thing that could happen there. Would it be so bad if she just dropped in?

"So take me there," Avril begged. "I wanna see it for myself. C'mon you made it sound so awesome! You have to take me!"

"Well I don't know if we should just show up out of the blue..." Michelle began. She wanted to go, but she didn't want to be a burden on anyone if they were doing other things. There was a lot of sex there, but Michelle knew everyone had their own lives to live. Before she could say anything more, though, Avril interrupted her.

"Don't be a wuss," Avril ordered, kissing Michelle on her lips. "They're not gonna not let us in. Mmmm if it's like you said, they're gonna beg us to come in so they can fuck us. So we're going no matter what."

That settled that and Avril immediately moved back to her original plan, getting Michelle off. She slipped herself under the covers and formed a sexy blanket covered lump as she positioned herself between Michelle's legs and dove right in.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Michelle exclaimed happily as the lump fed upon her pussy. Avril knew just how to make her point and Michelle was already thinking about what naked fun they could get into this afternoon in Malibu.

As the prattling and babbling went on and on, Hilary Duff began to honestly believe she was going to be bored to death. She felt that if she just closed her eyes and surrendered to the overpowering boredom she'd keel over and totally die right in front of everyone. Of course Hilary wondered that even if she did die, would her mother even notice and stop talking?

Stifling the giggles she felt forming over the thought of her tombstone saying "Bored to Death by Mom", Hilary tried to look like she was focused. She knew her mother liked it when she was involved and paid attention. But she just couldn't do it.

Being there, stuck in the seat, while her mother yakked on and one with record executives about business deals was too boring to even think about. It made her body hurt to just sit there. She wanted to get out and do something...anything. She wished she were a zillion miles away. Hilary didn't even care where that was, as long as it wasn't here.

"Hilary," Susan Duff hissed under her breath. "Stop slouching. Sit up straight."

Grumbling to herself, Hilary did as she was told. She was beginning to feel like that was all she did. She was a big star. She shouldn't have to listen to her mom all the time. But she had seen what her mother got like when people didn't do what she said and Hilary didn't want to see it again. It was just so boring here and Hilary shifted in her seat, kicking her legs slowly back and forth. Even seeing that was more interesting than this.

"Stop fidgeting...pay attention," Susan commanded and Hilary obediently sat up, trying to at least look like she was interested. She didn't even know what they were talking about or why she even had to be here. Her mother just told her where to go and she went there. Hilary just didn't care about negotiating deals or all of the stuff her mother did. She just wanted to go and sing and do movies and meet boys. She wanted to have fun, not do business deals. What else mattered?

Thinking of boys at least got Hilary smiling. It had been a long time since she had even been on a date. She didn't want a boyfriend or anything, but someone to hang out with would be nice. Of course with the touring and filming and recording, Hilary didn't have time to kiss someone on the cheek, much less go out on a date. Hanging out with a boy and having fun would have been so awesome. She just wanted to relax and chill with people. But her mother always had her going here and there.

Hearing her name brought back into the discussion, Hilary perked up and began listening.

"Well I can promise you something, Hilary will not be doing any promotion for your label if you even think about signing that second rate Lindsay Lohan," Susan said.

"We were just hoping that everyone could be adults about this," one of the executives replied.

"If you want Hilary Duff then you are going to have to give her what she wants," Susan contended. "And she doesn't want to be with that no talent spotlight stealer. I mean, can you believe that girl? Everything Hilary does she just goes out and copies it. That girl has a serious problem with being a shadow."

"We think she's a great potential talent," another executive opined.

"Well I think your ears are up your ass if you think she can sing," Susan snorted. "My Hilary can sing and if you think she is sharing space on this label with her, well then you are mistaken. We will walk right out this door and never turn back. Every label in town is going to want to sign my Hilary after her album sales. You'll be letting the next superstar walk out of here because you insisted on putting that little bitch on the record. She's not even a good actress. Why if Hilary had been in it, 'Freaky Friday' would have made $200 million, not just $100. That girl should consider herself lucky she's not already considered yesterday's trash!"

"Mommmmmm stop!" Hilary whined. "Stop saying mean things about her! You're only going to make things worse!"

"Hush up Hilary, the grown ups are talking now," Susan replied, cutting Hilary off and causing the blonde teen to slump in her seat and fold her arms over her chest.

Now she was bored and mad. She didn't know why her mother made such a big deal about this all the time. Hilary didn't hate Lindsay. She didn't know how this whole "feud" got started, but every time they tried talking to each other, their mothers were always there and they would start yelling and then she and Lindsay would start yelling at each other and everyone would end up fighting.

With all her frustration starting to bubble up, Hilary was getting even more bored. She hated being here. She just wanted to go anywhere else. Hilary knew she had a lot. She had everything she ever dreamed of. She had hit movies and hit records. It was everything she had ever wanted, but sometimes she envied her friends back in Texas. They got to go to parties and have fun and hang out. All she did was tour and go to premieres. Hilary loved singing and acting, but it was like she wasn't having enough fun. She just wanted to go out and have fun.

"We don't respond to threats, we have Hilary under contract," one of the executives said. Hilary rarely learned any of their names. She had tried at first, but there had been so many of them and they were always getting replaced that eventually she had just given up.

"We'll just see about that," Susan said, standing up and grabbing Hilary along with her. "Gentlemen, rest assured that if you sign Lindsay Lohan to that record deal then you will hear from our attorneys. Now let's go Hilary."

Hilary followed her mother out of the office and into the hallways. Hilary knew there were recording studios on this floor. Maybe there was someone really cool recording an album. Hilary loved hanging out with other people in the music business. She loved singing and always liked hearing advice from the big stars about how to make her career keep going up so she could be superfamous like them.

Susan's cell phone began ringing and she quickly turned to pull it out of her purse and answer it. With her mother's back turned, Hilary took her chance to escape and snuck away down the halls toward the recording studios. She hoped someone cool was there. Even though this was hardly a rebellion, Hilary felt good sneaking away from her mother. If her mother wasn't always around she could have more fun.

Wandering around, Hilary soon heard voices and moved toward the source of them. She had been looking for some superstars and her eyes got wide when she saw she had discovered a mess of them.

"So how long are you going to need them?" Gwen asked. She liked Britney and Christina, but this was asking a lot.

"Just for the afternoon...we need to do the video and that's it," Britney said.

"Oh yeah and like next week we're going to record the single but that's totally all," Christina added.

"Well I guess that's not a problem," Gwen replied. Behind her Tom, Tony and Adrian stood silently, their future being decided in a process they had not been asked to participate in. Of course all three of them had learned long ago that when it came to women, sometimes it was best to just accept things and not question why they were happening.

"Are you guys cool with this?" Gwen asked her bandmates, finally bringing them into the conversation. Truth be told none of them really liked being loaned out like a jacket, but what were they going to do? Make a big deal about it? It was an easy, well paying gig, what was wrong with that? All three men shared a resigned shrug.

"I guess it's ok," Tony replied, speaking for the rest of the band. There naturally were bonuses in this. Gwen would owe them one. Plus there were worse things to do with your day than hang out with Britney and Christina. To the band their pop music was somewhat hard on the ears, but they were certainly easy on the eyes.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Hilary asked, interjecting herself into things by sticking her head around the door. She kept telling herself to hold back and just watch them, but she couldn't help herself. Whatever they were doing, she wanted to know what it was. She had always been a very curious girl and she figured there wasn't any harm in finding out what was up.

No one was really expecting the nosy teen to appear like that, so her appearance took them by surprise. They quickly recovered though. Of all the interruptions that could have emerged, this was the least threatening. Besides Britney was just glad it wasn't Mandy Moore. If it had been, she surely would have had to pull Christina off of her.

"Hey Hilary," Britney said cheerfully, greeting the young girl with a hug. She and Hilary had crossed paths a couple of times and Britney had always tried to be nice to the girl. She knew how hard it was to break into the music business at that age and she wanted to make sure that it wasn't too hard a road for her.

"Hey Britney," Hilary replied, returning the hug happily. She had always been so grateful that people like Britney had been nice to her. That always meant so much and it was the main reason she looked to them for advice.

"Hey Hilary," Christina said, managing a weak little wave. She wasn't thrilled to see Hilary, but she supposed it wasn't a big deal. Christina wasn't much of a fan of the little bitches coming out of the woodwork trying to steal her thunder, but she had heard Hilary's voice and she knew she wasn't that big a threat to her.

"Hilary, do you know Gwen and everyone?" Britney asked.

"Ohmygod no but I am SUCH a huge fan!" Hilary squealed. She loved dancing around her room to No Doubt and she certainly admired Gwen.

"Hey Hilary," Gwen smiled. "We loved your album, didn't we guys?"

"Uhhhh yeah right sure," Adrian replied after Tony and Tom elbowed him in the ribs.

"Really? Wow...that is like so incredible!" Hilary grinned, looking like she was about to melt into a puddle of joy. The fact that musicians as talented as No Doubt liked her CD was one of the coolest things she had ever heard. Hilary felt like she had to be dreaming.

"Oh yeah, it's really good," Gwen said. The truth was that she was just being nice. None of them had really heard the album. A friend had told Gwen it wasn't half bad, but she had been in no hurry to pick it up. She wasn't much of a fan of pop and if Britney and Christina hadn't been so good to her in bed, Gwen probably wouldn't have listened to their music either.

"Oooooh wow...I totally want to hug you!" Hilary squealed, wrapping her arms around Gwen in a hug of total admiration. She then hugged Adrian, Tom and Tony. Gwen shot Tom a look when it appeared he was enjoying hugging the nubile 16-year-old a little too much and he reacted with a "Who me?" shrug.

"So what are you up to?" Britney asked.

"Ughhhh just boring stuff with my mom," Hilary sighed. "I think she wants to renegotiate my deal or something. I don't pay attention to all that stuff. It's totally boring. I let her handle it. She seems to love that."

"Yeah some moms can be really hands on," Christina said with a roll of her eyes. She had seen Britney's mom in action more than once and she could only imagine what Hilary's mom was like. She had already heard nightmare stories.

Christina didn't have to do much imagining, though, when Susan suddenly appeared.

"Hilary Ann Duff! What do you think you were doing? Wandering off like that!" Susan chastised sharply, grabbing her daughter's arm. Hilary looked completely mortified at having everything interrupted like this.

"Mom! I didn't wander off!" Hilary contended, her face getting red with embarrassment. "I just wanted to see who was here! It's ok!"

"It's not ok!" Susan shot back. "Something terrible could have happened to you!"

"It's ok Mrs. Duff, she was safe, she was just hanging out with us," Britney said. "We were having a good time."

"Well you're coming with me now young lady," Susan said, beginning to drag the 16-year-old away. "Your sister has an audition in New York and our plane leaves in two hours."

"Awwwwwwwww mommmmmmm...why do I have to go? I want to stay here and hang out with Britney and Christina!" Hilary pouted. She hated when her mom did this. Here she was hanging out with totally cool people and her mom was treating her like a kid. It was sooooo embarrassing.

"You will go because I don't want to leave you alone in the house," Susan declared. "Now let's go young lady!"

"Mom! I don't want to go!" Hilary insisted. She wasn't going to let her mom push her around anymore like this. She was sick of it. "Can't I stay home alone? For God's sake I'm totally almost 17! I can stay home alone!"

"I am not leaving you alone, who knows what trouble you could get in?" Susan replied as everyone else shifted around, uncomfortable at having to witness the mother/daughter argument.

"I am so not going to get into trouble! Please mom!" Hilary pleaded. "You have to let me! It's just one night! Please! Please!! Please!!! I can totally do this! I won't do anything crazy or get into trouble! I promise!"

"Hilary, this is not going to happen!" Susan held firm, but then she saw Hilary's eyes start to well up. She recognized this trick. She had seen it too many times from her daughters. Hell she had used it herself on so many occasions growing up and even though she could recognize it, she was powerless against it. The last thing she wanted was the rumor going around that she had raised a crybaby.

"Alright Hilary," Susan grudgingly acquiesced. "But I am going to be checking in with you every hour. If I found out you went driving or had some party or something you will not see daylight for the next six months!"

Yeah right...fat chance of that, Hilary thought to herself. She knew her mother wasn't going to put her career on hold so she could be grounded. Hilary didn't betray that confidence, though. Instead she chose a different emotion.

"Thank you mommy!" Hilary giggled as she hugged her mother. "I totally will be good. I promise. I'll have the driver take me home and I won't go out! Swear!"

"You just make sure you don't do anything stupid Hilary," Susan said before kissing her daughter's cheek and beginning to walk away. "I will be checking in on you. And don't bother these people too much. They're very busy I'm sure. You get home soon!"

"Thank you mommy!" Hilary repeated as she waved her mother goodbye and began to realize that she had talked herself into having a whole day to herself. "I'll be good! I promise!"

She could practically taste the freedom as her mother walked away. Hilary knew she could do anything she wanted for once. Now she didn't have to worry about her mother hanging over her shoulder. She could hang out with cool people and have fun. It was just what she wanted.

"So..." Hilary asked as she turned around to face Britney, Christina, Gwen, Adrian, Tony and Tom. "What are we doing today?"

And so that was how it came to pass on this day that Britney and Christina made their debut as a duet with the three male members of No Doubt backing them up and one of the hottest young names in music as a rapt audience member. Christina was worried that Hilary was going to be a drag on their fun, but Britney seemed into having her there and Christina didn't want to start a fight with her about it. She wanted to make sure they were hot and sexy and ready to blast away all competition. Still Christina couldn't help but wish that the underage superstar was hanging out somewhere else.

"We're not going to have any fun with her around," Christina grumbled, figuring that anything they did would result in Hilary running off and tattling to her mommy.

"Oh hush up," Britney replied as she and Christina changed into their costumes together, making sure each had ample time to stare at exposed girl flesh before covering it with their skimpy outfits. "Hilary's nice."

"Fuck nice," Christina playfully growled. "I like nasty."

"Mmmm so do I," Britney said, grabbing Christina and giving her a quick, but intense kiss. "But leave Hilary alone. She's just going to be hanging out with us. You won't even know she's there. Besides, she like totally worships us. We could probably get her to sign with the label."

That's not all I'd like to do with her, Christina smirked, keeping the thought to herself. Even though she didn't want Hilary leeching off their day, Christina had to admit that she enjoyed looking at how well the teen filled out her jeans and sweatshirt. Hilary hadn't been showing a lot of skin in any of her videos, but Christina felt confident that she had a yummy pair of tits under her clothes. She would have loved to see how much Hilary worshiped her. Christina could just picture the star struck girl on her knees getting ready to taste her first pussy.

Christina wanted that pussy to be hers, but she didn't dare mention it to Britney. As much fun as Christina would have loved to have with Hilary, she didn't think Britney would be into the whole corrupting a minor thing because of how close she was with her little sister. Christina didn't bring it up because she wanted Britney focused on what they had to do and not trying to talk her out of tasting Hilary's tight little snatch.

This was one time Christina felt she was going to have to leave things as a fantasy. It was the only thing that allowed her to tolerate Hilary hanging around them on a day like this. Christina would have been willing to suffer through a lot to score herself a little hottie like Hilary, but for now at least she was going to have to keep her hands off.

"You ready?" Christina asked after giving her black tear away costume a final adjustment.

"Totally," Britney grinned, giving the same adjustment to her red costume.

"Then let's go," Christina said, pushing the door of their dressing room open and leading Britney out by the hand.

Christina's instructions had been short notice, but they had also been so precise that it had been easy to accommodate her vision for the video. With the money being thrown around it had been easy to secure a strip club to shoot the video before they opened up for business. Under Christina's reimagining of "Addicted to Love" she and Britney were going to play strippers competing for the attention of their lucky customers.

As the rest of the dancers moved around, the customers would be so focused on Britney and Christina that it would be like there was no one else in the club but them. They would tip them with everything they had because they were so addicted to the love the singers teased them with as they removed piece after piece of their costumes.

It was simple, but sexy and Christina knew David LaChappelle could shoot the hell out of it. All she and Britney had to do was show up and act sexy and Christina knew they could handle that in their sleep.

"Is everything set?" Christina asked.

"Wait, where do you want us?" one of the other dancers asked. They were going to be used for jealous reaction shots as they watched the customers focus only on Britney and Christina.

"Mmmm my dressing room later would be great," Christina giggled, making the dancer smile.

"I was hoping that was part of the deal," the dancer replied sexily. "Why else would I sign up for this gig?"

"Britney meet Taylor Hayes," Christina said. "She's a Vivid girl."

"Was a Vivid girl," Taylor corrected. "I'm retired now."

"Hey once a Vivid girl always a Vivid girl," another dancer interjected.

"And this is Raylene," Christina said as Britney hungrily eyed the girl's huge tits. They seemed ready to pop right out of her barely there costume and, if given half the chance, Britney would have been quite happy to shove them back in place...with her tongue.

"I like your friends," Britney coyly stated. "Where'd you find them?"

Christina began to laugh and both Taylor and Raylene quickly joined her.

"You'll have to forgive Britney," Christina laughed. "This poor girl has barely seen any porno. I need to educate her. But I figured no tape was better than the real thing."

"Now Chrissy, I didn't give you all those free tapes just so they could sit under your bed," Raylene teased. "You were supposed to show them to your friends."

"Hey I've been busy," Christina defended herself as she encircled Britney's waist with her arms. "I've had other things I wanted to do."

Because anyone could have seen them standing there, Christina wasn't blatant about what she and Britney had been up to, but her intent was clear. Britney began blushing, but it was a happy blush. She could feel Taylor and Raylene eyeing her with lust and that was something that made her body tingle.

She certainly knew what Vivid was, but she had yet to sample their wares. Britney had been too busy experiencing everything that girl sex had to offer to watch any of the many porno tapes lying around. She hadn't thought she was missing anything, but now she began to reconsider. Raylene and Taylor were gorgeous and Britney could easily picture them under their costumes...naked and sweaty as they fucked on camera. Things only got hotter in Britney's eyes when a third girl joined their little group.

"So what's going on in this little circle jerk?" the woman asked. Britney didn't have to be told that this woman was a Vivid girl. Some things you knew instinctively and no one had to tell her that this woman was in the porn industry.

"Britney this is Cheyenne Silver," Christina introduced. "Cheyenne this is Britney."

"Charmed," the woman replied with a mischievous look in her eye. She impetuously took Britney's hand and kissed it.

"Hey," Britney giggled. She was learning to really love meeting Christina's friends. These girls were all gorgeous and Britney quickly found herself wondering if they were as friendly as Jenna had been. The thought alone had her pussy quivering under her costume.

"Now everyone knows everyone," Christina declared. "Now we're all friends."

"Hopefully more than that later," Taylor replied with a wink in Britney's direction that had the blonde grinning from ear to ear.

Christina was happy to see everything was working out just like she wanted it to. She wanted this video to be scorching hot and have a little fun in the process. It had been her idea to cast porno actresses as strippers in the video and it hadn't taken much to convince Taylor, Raylene and Cheyenne to saddle up, especially after she had promised them the bonus of all of her holes for their taking.

She had known Raylene for years now. Ever since she had been turned to girls, Christina had loved going to strip clubs and bagging herself a few dancers. One night she had gone to a club where Raylene had been feature dancing and after a few drinks and more than a few lap dances, the veteran porn star had been showing Christina everything she could do with her tongue.

It had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship. It was the kind of friendship where all that mattered was how many times you could make each other come and Raylene had been happy to introduce Christina to her fellow Vivid girls who were seeking the exact same kind of friendship. Now, even though all three had left their active porno careers, they had been happy to join Christina for the day, especially if it meant having a crack at Britney too.

Britney was having the same thoughts they were. She was feeling very tingly right now thinking of the fun she and Christina could have with these sex goddesses. Now Britney was feeling an aching horniness right before she went to shoot the sexiest video she had ever done. That was probably just what Christina had wanted. Christina always thought of everything.

Out of the corner of her eye, Britney saw a camera crew walk inside the studio. Christina gave them a friendly wave and beckoned them to come closer.

"Chrissy, what'd you do?" Britney asked as the woman reporter got closer. She was gorgeous with a fresh young body that seemed to be begging to be used and abused in the best way. Her dark hair with blonde streaks framed an angelic face. Britney didn't have to be introduced to this girl. She'd already met her and had lusted after her since the first time she'd set eyes on her.

"Hey Christina, where do you want us to set up?" Maria Menounos asked.

"You can set up anywhere," Christina replied before turning to Britney and smiling. "I thought it couldn't hurt to have an Entertainment Tonight camera crew here to record the behind the scenes stuff. You know...get some extra publicity. Plus I know you like Maria."

Britney blushed again, wondering what Maria's reaction would be if she only knew how much she liked her. Christina really had thought of everything.

"Ok...now that everything's set, let's shoot this fucker!" Christina laughed. She could feel it inside her without a doubt. This video was going to be fucking unbelievable!

"No way! You are going to be there and I am not taking no for an answer!" Alyson Hannigan said into her cell phone as she walked down the streets of Los Angeles.

"You know I want to come Aly," Charisma Carpenter replied on the other end. "It's just that it's so hard to just slip away now. I have to get a babysitter and I have to do it without Damian finding out. It's not easy."

"No excuses," Alyson insisted. "You are going to be there Ms. Carpenter. If this is going to be Sarah's last night of freedom then I want her to remember it every day for the rest of her life. I have planned this party down to the last detail and your presence is required. C'mon, isn't Sarah your friend? Didn't you like having fun with her?"

"God Aly, guilt trip much?" Charisma sighed. "I want to go. Mmmmm you have no idea how much I want to go. It's just that it's not easy to slip away."

"I have faith you can pull it off," Alyson smiled. She didn't think it was such a bad thing to be twisting Charisma's arm in this case. The reward was totally going to be worth it. "C'mon baby, it wouldn't be the same without you. You're going to miss the greatest party ever if you don't show."

"Ok, I'll be there," Charisma finally said.

"Yay!" Alyson laughed. "Ok, I'll make sure you get all the final details about the when and the how. Oh Charisma, it's going to be unbelievable! You're going to have so much fun!"

"I know I will," Charisma replied. "If it's anything like what happened at your house...mmmmm....I can't wait to see what you've got planned."

"You'll love it," Alyson promised. "And remember if you talk to Sarah, not a word about this. I want it to be a total surprise to her."

"I won't say anything," Charisma swore. "I gotta go Aly, the baby's waking up."

"I'll talk to you soon sweetie," Alyson said before ending the call. She was supposed to be in a meeting that morning going over casting and scripts for her new sitcom, but Alyson's thoughts were far from her career at that moment. Career could wait, Alyson had a bachelorette party to plan.

Alyson certainly wasn't in favor of Sarah marrying Freddie and throwing her life away, but she didn't want to stop her. Sarah was her best friend and if this was what she wanted, then Alyson was going to support her. But that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun first. Alyson wanted Sarah to go into her marriage knowing that Freddie could never please her the way another woman could.

She had been working with Rose in setting this party up for months. Alyson had been the driving force. She wanted to give Sarah one last night of singlehood that she would always remember. Already she had gotten so many people to accept invitations and she knew more would follow. She didn't want this to be just another party. She wanted this to be an epic story that was repeated in hushed whispers by everyone who had been there. And if by chance Sarah had such a good time that she decided not to marry Freddie...well that would have been a bonus.

Alyson felt her stomach growl. She'd been in such a rush that morning, trying to balance career with party plans, that she hadn't had a chance to eat breakfast. There was still time before the meeting she had to be at, so Alyson decided to pause her walk to enter a coffee shop for a muffin and caffeine fix. She had barely gotten to the counter of the shop, though, before a voice called out to her.

"Aly!" the voice said and Alyson whirled around. She knew immediately it wasn't just some fan recognizing her behind her sunglasses and fisherman's cap. It was someone she knew and that was confirmed when she saw the voice belonged to Amber Benson.

"Amber! Hey!" Alyson squealed, instantly overjoyed to see her former co-star. They shared a warm hug and Alyson couldn't help but feel tingles shoot up her spine when she pressed against her friend's body. She and Amber had played lovers on Buffy, but as much as Alyson had wanted it, things had never progressed beyond acting. She had crushed big time on Amber and hugging her was filling her head once again with fantasies about getting underneath Amber's clothes.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you're here...you've got to come join us...it's like totally amazing that you picked this place out of anywhere," Amber smiled, grabbing Alyson by the arm and tugging her toward the back of the shop. Alyson wouldn't have resisted anyway, but Amber dragged her still.

"Who's we?" Alyson inquired.

"It's a little Whedonverse reunion," Amber laughed. Alyson quickly saw exactly what Amber was talking about. Sitting on a couch with three big cups of coffee on a table in front of them were Michelle Trachtenberg and Amy Acker.

"Oh my God," Alyson couldn't help but laughing. "Looks like I picked the right place to stop."

"Aly! I missed you!" Michelle replied with a broad smile, wrapping her arms around her former co-star. "God! I'm so happy to see you again! How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Alyson answered. "Hairs all grown back in. You can't even see the scar unless you're really looking. You guys were so great with all your cards and visiting and everything. It meant so much...really. Thanks."

"Hey we couldn't let anything happen to my fellow witch," Amber giggled. "Sit down. Sit down."

Amber patted an empty section on the couch next to Michelle and Alyson was happy to sit next to the teenager, for less than innocent reasons. Ever since Michelle had returned from hiatus to the Buffy set a few years back nicely developed, Alyson had wanted her bad. And now fortune was conspiring in her favor. She didn't jump into that right away, though. Instead she focused on Amy.

"Amy...I can't believe they cancelled the show," Alyson said sympathetically. "I was looking forward to another guest spot."

"Give Joss a chance...I'm sure he'll write you guys into the finale if he can." Amy replied. "I don't know what was the bigger blow. Fred dying or the show being cancelled. I'm just a humble actress though. This is the one thing we can't control."

"Just when I was going to get used to your blue hair too," Alyson joked. "I just think it sucks though. Maybe someone will pick it up?"

"Maybe but we're not too optimistic," Amy sighed, taking a big sip of coffee. "Joss told us to start looking for other gigs. Hey...maybe someone with a new sitcom can drum me up a guest spot?"

"Count on it," Alyson promised.

"Hey don't forget about us," Michelle playfully protested. "Amy's not the only one who needs work. Don't ignore the rest of us starving actresses."

"How could I?" Alyson asked, trying not to stare too hard at Michelle's tight jeans. It was a losing battle to her libido, though. The more Alyson tried not to stare, the more she wondered what kind of panties Michelle was wearing.

God, she was feeling horny today and none of the three girls with her had any idea how crazy they were making her. Alyson wanted them all. It was so tempting to just reach between Amber and Michelle's legs and rub them while planting a kiss on Amy's lovely face. Alyson wouldn't have cared what their reactions would have been. She just wanted to fuck them and suddenly a great idea passed through her brain. It was so obvious she had no idea why she hadn't thought of it before.

"Say you guys aren't leaving town anytime soon, are you?" Alyson asked coyly, not wanting to tip too much of her hand.

"I'm not, what's up?" Amber asked.

"Well, I'm planning this big surprise party for Sarah right before she gets married...girls only," Alyson explained. "You know a bachelorette party. And I was thinking it would be amazing if we could make it like a Buffy/Angel reunion too. Charisma is already down for it and I know I can twist Eliza's arm too. You guys want in?"

"Hell yeah." Michelle immediately agreed, to Alyson's complete ecstasy. "I haven't seen Sarah in forever and I could use a good party."

You have no idea what kind of party I'm planning sweetie, Alyson grinned to herself as she pictured Michelle naked and surrounded by horny girls aching for a taste of her teen flesh. None of them knew her endgame here and Alyson loved it. It was going to be one hell of a surprise for them and she couldn't wait to spring it.

"Me too," Amy replied. "I'm up for any chance to party. That is, if it'll chase those unemployment blues away."

"Oh it definitely will," Alyson promised, trying to stifle the wicked grin that tugged at her lips. "What about you Amber?"

"Count me in too," Amber answered. "It sounds like a lot of fun. Where's it at? When's it at?"

"Details later," Alyson dodged. "Just let me handle everything. It's going to be one hell of a bash. It's going to be something no one will ever forget."

Alyssa was grabbing her bag and heading for the door when suddenly the buzzer rang. Someone was at the gate. Alyssa looked all around for Michelle in the hopes of not having to answer it, she was already late, but the maid was nowhere in sight. Sighing, Alyssa delayed her departure and went to the speaker box.

"Hello?" Alyssa asked, wondering who it could be.

"Hey, it's Jess," Jessica Alba replied from the other end, her voice covered with a little static. "Buzz me in."

"Sure hold on," Alyssa said, pressing the button to open the gate for her friend. Had she invited Jessica over? Alyssa was trying to figure out why she was here. Not that she minded Jessica dropping in. She was always a pleasant diversion. It was just that Alyssa had promised to stop by the video set and, after hearing the concept Christina had laid out, she didn't want to miss any of the juicy parts.

Soon enough Jessica's car drove up to the front and the smiling brunette popped out, carrying two carry on bags,

"The rest of my stuff is in the trunk," Jessica declared. "If you could grab some of it, that would be great. I really want to get settled in."

Jessica seemed to excited about this that Alyssa felt bad about having to admit that she had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. However, Alyssa was direct enough to not beat around the bush.

"Ummm what's going on Jess?" Alyssa asked.

"It's move in day silly, don't tell me you forgot?" Jessica inquired as Alyssa's eyes grew wide and she gasped.

"Ohmygawd I did forget!" Alyssa said, covering her mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe she had done that. Her brain had been all over the map lately. How could she forget something like this?

"Alyssa! I'm totally insulted," Jessica giggled, showing that she was anything but. She was too excited about being able to stay for good to be mad about something as minor as this. "How could you forget about me?"

"I don't know," Alyssa replied, shaking her head. "I just totally blanked on it. Britney and Christina have the place going crazy lately. It completely slipped my mind."

"Well you can make it up to me by helping me with my stuff," Jessica said, opening her trunk. "I didn't bring too much. Just what I needed. I was going to get the rest of it later."

For too long Jessica's heart had been leading her here. She had wanted to stay since the first time she had experienced the bliss of what this place could offer. But she also had had a fiancée at the time. She and Michael had tried to make things work. She loved him, but after awhile it had become clear to her that she couldn't marry him. Marriage was the ultimate commitment and Jessica couldn't dedicate herself to Michael when all she could think about was sneaking off to Malibu to be with her friends.

Trying to keep the relationship going had been too much of challenge. They had broken up, gotten back together and then split for good. It had been hard for Jessica to do that. Michael had been a part of her life for so long, but it was for the best. She couldn't give him the commitment he needed and Jessica longed to experience everything life had to offer.

And to get those experiences, Jessica knew she had to move to Malibu. Ever since she and Michael had broken up, everyone at the mansion had been telling her to move in. She had even talked to Sarah in New York and gotten the same invitation she had gotten from Alyssa, Britney and Christina. It was an invitation Jessica was eager to accept and as soon as she had set everything in order, she had packed up and closed the door on her old life. Unfortunately it now looked like Alyssa had completely forgotten.

"I want to help...I really do," Alyssa said, feeling guilty about not being able to lend a hand. "It's just that I'm already late. I promised Britney and Christina I'd stop by their video."

"That's ok," Jessica claimed. "I can do it myself. It's no big deal."

Jessica was a little hurt by no one being here on the day she had told everyone she was moving in, but she understood it. Everyone was busy and they couldn't put their lives on hold just for her. She told herself not to let it bother her and fortunately there was some sexy assistance right nearby.

"Don't worry Jessica," a familiar French voice purred as arms encircled Jessica's waist from behind. "I will help you. I will help you with everything."

Jessica closed her eyes and smiled as Michelle's perfume teased her nostrils. God, she always smelled so good. She could feel the tickling of the maid's long blonde hair against her neck and any hurt she had felt immediately evaporated.

"Let your maid help you move in," Michelle urged the happy actress. She rubbed her uniform clad body up against Jessica, so happy to have another sexy body in the house. Michelle loved when there was an open door for beautiful women here. With Sarah, Jennifer, Love and Rose all gone, Michelle had been looking for some variety.

"I have to give you your special welcome," Michelle said, sealing the deal with a kiss to Jessica's neck.

"Mmmmm please help me," Jessica giddily replied. "Help me with everything Michelle."

Alyssa couldn't help but stare as Michelle's hands crept up to Jessica's chest and began fondling her tits through her tank top right out there in the open. Michelle was never shy and that was what Alyssa loved most about her. She was still late, but the more she watched Michelle tease and tantalize Jessica, the more Alyssa began to consider staying here and lending a hand. After all this type of task didn't look like just a one woman task.

No, Alyssa thought to herself as a wide grin crossed her face, this kind of job definitely needed two women. Britney and Christina could wait. She had a housemate to welcome.

Back east, two of the mansion's original housemates were throwing the last of their things together for their getaway.

"Are you sure we have to leave now?" Love asked. "I mean, couldn't we stay a little while longer?"

"We really do have to go," Rose answered. "It's not like I wanted to walk away from that, but if we're going to get to New York City sometime this century then we'd better get going."

The two were back in their motel room, completely dressed and grabbing their bags. They had left Katie's room a short while back with the brunette locked in a 69 with Ashley. The two co-star's were very close now and it was very hard for Rose and Love to walk out of that room. They had watched as the two had explored each other's bodies for the first time and enjoyed both of their tongues inside their pussies all through the morning.

Ashley and Katie had been so into each other that Rose had wondered how they were ever going to get back to the men in their lives. Not that she really cared, though. In Rose's mind, the more hot women out there hungry for pussy, the better. They all had each other's cell numbers now and their were already plans for all of them to hook up again as soon as they could.

But now the day was starting to get late and Rose knew they couldn't stall. There had already been too many distractions on this trip. They had been sexy distractions, but distractions nonetheless. She and Love had to keep their eyes on the prize this time and the prize were the warm bodies Rose knew were waiting for them in New York.

"C'mon Love, we don't want to keep Sarah and Jen waiting do we?" Rose smiled, tugging on her travel companion's arm. "It's not going to be much of a surprise if we don't get there. Just think, what Ashley and Katie are doing in there is nothing compared to what all of us are going to do once we're back together."

That was all Love needed to get herself motivated for the rest of their trip.

"What are we waiting for?" Love energetically asked as she grabbed her bag. "Let's hit the road."

And with that they were off. Destination: New York City.

Gwen often got bored shooting videos. They were a lot of standing around and then lip synching to the same song over and over again until you started to get sick of your own music. And since she wasn't even in this video, it was even more boring for her to just be doing nothing.

As sexy as the girls were bumping and grinding on the stage and as amazing as Britney and Christina looked stripping off their costumes and tantalizing their audience as their song played, Gwen still was getting restless.

Deciding to excuse herself for a bit as everyone else worked, Gwen slipped away from the set and immediately found a nearby Starbucks. It was like there was an ordinance or something required there being one every block, but Gwen didn't mind. She could get some coffee and then head back to the set. After dancing like that, Gwen was sure that Britney and Christina would be in the mood for some loving after shooting was done for the day and that was exactly what she was thinking about too.

Gwen was confident she would be able to sneak away from her band long enough for some fun. After all she'd fooled them long enough. They thought it was her marriage to Gavin that had made her so giddy lately, but it was all the pussy she was getting on the side. Tony, Adrian and Tom were none the wiser to her secret life and Gwen was going to keep it that way. This was her special secret and she was going to keep it that way.

She loved having this secret. In a weird way sometimes knowing what was going on at the mansion was even more fun than actually being there. It was like she was part of some sort of epic Hollywood secret that was whispered about but never confirmed. It was the ultimate unproven rumor and she was right smack in the middle of it. It was such a rush for Gwen to know that. It was like she was part of some great sex legend. She was walking the streets with one of the biggest secrets ever and no one knew it.

But as soon as she thought that, Gwen walked into the Starbucks and found herself face to face with someone else who shared that secret and knew exactly what was going on.

"Ummmm hey..." Gwen stammered, at first unsure of what to say. She had never randomly run into someone like this before. Someone who knew what she was doing and had done it right with her.

"Wow...hey..." Charlize Theron replied. She was holding a cup of coffee and was about to leave when she had run into Gwen. Now she felt a blush covering her face and she had the urge to stare down at her feet.

Neither Gwen nor Charlize had any idea what to say. They just stared at each other, the zone of awkwardness around them growing with every breath. Their eyes did all the talking for them, darting back and forth as if afraid to focus.

All they could think of was Christina's Pussycat Dolls party back at the mansion and what they had seen each other do and what they had done to each other. Before that party they had never met each other, but that hadn't mattered once they had lost their inhibitions. It had gotten pretty wild that night and seeing each other in the daylight with clear heads robbed both blondes of their tongues.

Time seemed to stand still around them as both girls shifted nervously, searching for the perfect words to break the ice. Gwen looked at Charlize and could only think of being bent over as the actress gripped her ass cheeks and tongued away at her pussy. Charlize looked at Gwen and could only think of lying flat on her back with her legs spread high and wide as the singer pushed a dildo into her. No one around them could possibly picture the thoughts they shared that alternately haunted and aroused them.

"So hey...congratulations," Gwen finally said. "I was so pumped when you won. I thought 'Monster' was a great movie and you were amazing in it. You totally deserved that Oscar. I was so happy for you."

"Thanks, I didn't do it alone though," Charlize smiled. She felt bad about getting all the credit when so many people had helped her with her performance.

"Don't be modest, you were unbelievable," Gwen pushed, the ice starting to melt around them. They began chatting like old friends and not two women whose only other meeting had been a naked one. They grabbed a table together and kept talking.

"So do you bring it around with you or something?" Gwen asked. "I mean when I won that first Grammy all I wanted to do was show it off. Like I couldn't believe it was real."

"It's a little too heavy for my bag, but it's tempting," Charlize laughed. "It's just surreal. I can't believe I did it. I mean when I started acting I was lucky to be offered anything where I wasn't a topless bimbo and now...it's just wow! It really hasn't even sunk in yet."

"You'll have to give me some acting tips," Gwen said. She had begun her own acting career diving right into the deep end of the pool by working with Martin Scorcese. It had been fun and nervewracking all at the same time. Gwen didn't know if she wanted to do it again, but it had been an interesting experience.

"I don't know what I could teach you, but maybe I'll trade you for a few singing lessons," Charlize offered. "I'm like a wailing cat when I sing."

"Oh I don't know, I heard you hit some high notes and you were pretty good," Gwen mischievously replied. She hadn't been able to help getting flirty with Charlize. She was just so beautiful, even sitting there in just jeans and a simple white top. Gwen was feeling herself get wet over her party memories and the idea of starting some new memories.

Charlize's eyes darted back and forth nervously when Gwen said that. She looked to see if anyone around them had picked up on the meaning behind it. Of course no one had. Charlize knew she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't help it. The events at the party had left her flustered...overpoweringly horny...but flustered nonetheless.

So much had happened to her since that night. Award season had increased her fame 100 fold and she was trying to make things work with her fiancée. But she couldn't stop thinking about what she had done at that party and how amazing it had felt to let go like that. Now that she was sitting face to face with Gwen again, Charlize was finding it difficult to resist craving that feeling again.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night," Charlize admitted with a whisper that had Gwen smiling. "It was unbelievable."

"I know," Gwen grinned, feeling her own horniness increase. She wanted Charlize and she wanted her now. Ever since she had been turned to girl sex, she had felt cravings like this and she knew from experience how difficult they were to ignore.

"So...what are you doing today Charlize?" Gwen asked seductively.

"Well nothing really...I...I...ohhhhhhhh..." Charlize said before beginning to moan when she felt Gwen's foot rub against the crotch of her jeans underneath the table. She clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle herself as Gwen grinned wickedly.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to them, Gwen didn't linger in her action and pulled her foot away before someone saw what was going on.

"Would you like to spend some time with me Charlize?" Gwen inquired, remembering the little office on the strip club set that would be ideal for a little play time. "I know the perfect place right nearby."

The touch of Gwen's foot to her clothed pussy only made Charlize long for the feel of Gwen's fingers or her tongue there. There was no way she could refuse so all she did was eagerly nod her head.

"Good, let's go," Gwen said, grabbing Charlize's hand as she got up from the table and pulled her toward the door.

After a morning of shooting, there was a bit of down time for everyone and Raylene was ready for a break. This wasn't her first music video, but this one had a hell of a lot more dancing in it than her first one. She had done some feature dancing, but she had never liked that part of her job as much as she had liked the fucking part.

No one really ever became a porn star just because they loved sex, but it certainly made things easier if you did. Raylene had always loved to fuck and being a porn star had been a comfortable niche for her in the years she was active.

Now she was done with that, at least for now. In this industry a comeback was always a call from the bank away. Just ask Marilyn Chambers or Ginger Lynn Allen. But right now Raylene was done with porn and wanted to concentrate more on building a music career. Keeping herself tight with Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears was a good way to start and that was another reason why she had been so eager to take this gig.

So after grinding and writhing on stage and shooting the camera come hither looks for shots to be interspersed with Christina and Britney doing their strip show, Raylene was happy for some time to chill. Her costume consisted entirely of a black vinyl bra and a thong, but she was used to hanging around a set like this. In fact it was weird to even be wearing anything. If appearing in movies had done anything to her, it had made her completely at ease with being naked while everyone around her was dressed. With porn movies, crews quickly got jaded about everything. There was only so much naked flesh to see before it started to numb you.

As she walked around, looking for Cheyenne and Taylor, Raylene saw Britney and Christina standing side by side and doing an interview with that Entertainment Tonight girl...Maria something. Raylene couldn't remember her last name, but really didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that the girl looked as fuckable in person as she did on television.

"We want this to be the sexiest video ever," Christina declared as the cameras rolled. "Everyone seems to be trying to pull back as quick as they can today, but we want to push the envelope further. This is who we are. We're sexual women and we aren't afraid to show it."

Raylene shook her head and smiled as she overheard that. Life was strange. She was trying to break out from porn and become a singer and Christina and Britney seemed like they wanted to do the exact opposite. Porn stars wanted to be pop stars and pop stars wanted to be porn stars. Funny how things went sometimes.

After a bit of searching, Raylene quickly deduced where her two Vivid alumni had gone off too. There was an office right off the set. It was probably the club manager's or something, but whatever it was, it was the perfect place to chill. Raylene could hear their chatter and when she walked through the open door she found Taylor and Cheyenne passing a cigarette back and forth.

"Hey girls," Raylene said, closing the door behind her and taking a seat on the leather couch next to Cheyenne. "Is this the regular kind of smoke or the fun kind?"

"Just the regular unfortunately," Taylor replied. Raylene considered things for a moment and shrugged, taking the cigarette from Cheyenne and helping herself to a drag from the cancer stick.

"God I haven't done this in awhile," Cheyenne said, stretching herself out on the couch in a most feline of manners. "I'd forgotten how much dancing gets me worked up."

"I hadn't, why do you think I signed up for it?" Taylor laughed. "I needed the thrill. God, you have no idea how hard it is for me to get laid these days. I feel like getting back into movies just to get me some cock. I mean I guess 'ex-porn star' isn't the best job to have when looking for a man, but I'd settle for a quickie in the back room of a bar or something."

"Well how about a quickie in the back of a strip club?" Cheyenne asked, a grin tugging at her lips.

"Mmmmm I thought you'd never ask," Taylor replied before smothering Cheyenne's lips in a passionate kiss. Being bisexual was almost a necessity for women in the porn industry, but none of them had ever had any trouble getting into it. For the girls at Vivid, offscreen sex between them was even more common than onscreen sex.

"Excuse me? Forgetting about someone?" Raylene playfully demanded.

"Not at all, join in baby," Cheyenne offered.

Raylene then stubbed out the cigarette in a handy ashtray and did just that, pulling herself into the kiss and adding her lips to the mix. This was just the kind of break she was looking for.

"Mmmmmm I missed you guys so much," Taylor moaned as Cheyenne and Raylene opened her robe to reveal her topless state. They latched onto their friend's bare tits and sucked away as eagerly as if there had been a camera rolling.

"Then you should return a fucking cellphone booty call once in awhile bitch," Raylene giggled before sucking hard on Taylor's already rock hard nipple.

"Ohhhhh fuck...whatever...just don't stop," Taylor dreamily moaned as Raylene licked one nipple and Cheyenne rubbed the other with her thumb, making it swell even more before she began getting it wet with her horny tongue.

Raylene's hand was starting to rub down Taylor's stomach toward her costume's bottoms, when suddenly the door flew open. The girls flew up from their positions in surprise but quickly relaxed.

"Oh shit...sorry!" Gwen gasped. "I...ummm...didn't know this room was....that you were in here...I..."

The three veteran porn actresses eyes zipped over to see that Gwen was holding Charlize's hand in a manner that was more than platonic. Their instincts told them what was going on and it took but a mere fraction of a second for them to decide what to do about it.

"Don't worry baby," Raylene said, striding over to Gwen and Charlize. "This party is just getting started."

"No it's ok...we'll just leave..." Charlize replied.

"Uh uh...no leaving..." Cheyenne said pulling Charlize into her arms and hugging her waist. "We all want the same thing."

Gwen tried to say something, but as soon as she did she found Taylor kissing her lips and her tongue being sucked into the porn starlet's mouth. The singer knew it was useless to pretend she wasn't into girls. Taylor had been one of the girls at the party that night. They hadn't hooked up or anything, but she had seen Taylor and she was pretty sure Taylor had seen her. Any attempt to hide that would have been silly.

After reaching over to lock the door, Raylene turned her attention right to Gwen and Taylor. She pulled herself into their kiss and let her hands roam all over Gwen's body in her long skirt and silky top. It was a loose outfit and Raylene could feel the singer's squirming body underneath it. She and Taylor let Cheyenne play with Charlize all by herself. They knew that their friend's ultimate fantasy was coming true.

"Mmmmm I've wanted you for so fucking long," Cheyenne groaned in between kisses all over the stunned Charlize. She couldn't believe that Charlize Theron was standing before her. She had always thought she was so beautiful and had dreamed of being with her in the "Which celebrity do you most want to fuck?" way. She had never really thought it was going to happen, but here Charlize was. She was even more beautiful in person and Cheyenne was not going to question this twist of fate. She was just going to act on it.

Charlize was too amazed to move. Just a few minutes ago she had been getting coffee and nothing more. Then Gwen had brought her here and now a strange woman was kissing and caressing her body. Charlize had no idea who Cheyenne was, but she did know she liked the feel of her lips. Her kiss was so practiced and sexy and, despite, the suddenness of all of this, Charlize wasn't finding many reasons to not surrender to Cheyenne's touch.

As Cheyenne worshiped her celebrity crush with kisses, Gwen found herself up backed into a corner of the office with Taylor and Raylene. Gwen was a little taken aback by this and she felt an urge to pull herself away. The two porn stars were so aggressive that it made Gwen uncomfortable. No one at the mansion had ever treated her like this. She had just wanted to be alone with Charlize and now she had two pairs of hands positively pawing her through her clothes as they kissed her all over. It wasn't that Taylor and Raylene weren't sexy. It was that they were coming on so strong.

"No...stop...let...let me go..." Gwen said, attempting to wiggle free herself from their embrace. But Raylene and Taylor were having none of it. They knew no meant no, except when it meant yes. And, to their ears, Gwen's "no's" really meant "I need some convincing...don't stop."

Raylene silenced Gwen's talk with a passionate kiss while Taylor held the singer from behind, her arms encircling her waist while her bare tits pressed into Gwen's back. Taylor's robe was open and barely hanging off her shoulders as she held Gwen and kissed her neck, making the blonde moan despite her reservations.

Taylor's hands pushed up Gwen's top and she squealed in happiness when she found nothing but bare flesh underneath. Because of her small breasts, Gwen rarely wore bras and her reluctant moans increased as Taylor began to play with her nipples.

"Ughhhhh...no...don't...stop...I don't...ooooooooh yessssss...mmmmm..." Gwen groaned, her words showing her growing arousal along with her conflict about this.

"Don't fight us," Raylene advised between kisses. "We just want to fuck you. I can see you like fucking girls. Trust us. We're pros. Let us work this tight body of yours over baby."

Gwen's efforts to resist grew even weaker when Taylor bent her over against the couch and began to unzip her long skirt. It puddled down around her feet and showed the blue panties that clung to her body. Gwen just wanted them to slow down so she could get a grip on this, but there was no slowing...only acceleration. Raylene kissed her and groped at her tits through her top as Taylor gripped her ass through her panties. Gwen just closed her eyes and moaned again. It was like there were hands all over her...groping and fondling her like she was a piece of meat being inspected.

Raylene and Taylor then shared a kiss of their own and switched places. Now it was Taylor's turn to explore Gwen's lips and she kissed them like with a hungry desire, like she was a step away from just devouring her body. Raylene pulled Gwen's top up to expose her tits and the singer didn't resist as Taylor went right for them.

The porn star was quickly sucking the hard nipples and slapping Gwen's tits, making the small mounds jiggle before she spit onto them, her saliva dripping down to her pink nipples and coating them in desire.

Gwen felt like they were treating her body like a whore's, just a hunk of girl flesh for their raging desires and the more she felt it the more she liked it. She was always so in control, even when she was letting her desires free. This was the ultimate surrender for her and she moaned again, picking herself up from her leaning position and falling back into Raylene's arms as Taylor got a better position on her tits.

Taylor yanked Gwen's top all the way off her head and feasted on the flesh she had at her disposal. She had her mouth all over Gwen's firm tits, sucking and licking them, even biting on her nipples. Gwen's moans continued as Raylene gripped her tightly, not letting the slender singer go anywhere.

"That's it...let us fuck you," Raylene purred into her ear. "Give us this body. You're going to love every fucking second of it Gwen. We know just how to make girls like you scream and cream."

"Ughhhhhh yessss...make me scream..." Gwen hissed through gritted teeth. She had no fight left. Just horniness. "Make me fucking cream!"

Grinning, Taylor pulled away from Gwen's breasts and fell down on her knees, lining her face up perfectly with Gwen's panties. Taylor's tongue shot out to taste the growing wet spot. Even after she'd seen her at that party, she'd never figured she'd be doing this to someone like Gwen Stefani, but she wasn't the first celebrity Taylor had tasted and something told her she wasn't going to be the last.

"Mmmmm these things have got to go," Taylor said, yanking down Gwen's panties and taking a long whiff of her aroused scent. "Now this is what I want!"

Gwen's cry of wanton desire as Taylor's tongue pushed into her cunt and began lapping away, was barely registered by Charlize. She was too busy trying to stop her head from spinning. This had started out like such a normal day. But ever since she had run into Gwen, she had been in a horny daze. It was like she was no longer in control of anything anymore. All she had was the desire for girlflesh. She didn't even know the name of the sexy girl who was all over her, but she didn't care. She just didn't want her to stop.

"I've wanted you for so long Charlize," Cheyenne moaned as she kissed all over the Oscar winner's face. "God, I've dreamed about fucking you so many times. I never thought I'd be able to do it. Mmmm I just want to eat you up. I want to lick that sexy pussy and make you come all over my face and then do you again. I want to be your fucking slave baby."

She was beyond words right now but Charlize happily moaned at the thought of this sexy woman serving her needs like an obedient, pussy hungry slave. She was so beautiful. Charlize lusted after this mystery woman and her long sandy brown hair and slim, tall body. She was so firm and tight looking. She could have been a model, but there was nothing tight about her soft face. She had such fair skin and Charlize couldn't help but reach up and caress Cheyenne's cheeks as they kissed, stroking her soft skin and loving in.

"God yesssss...touch me," Cheyenne requested. "I've dreamed about you touching me everywhere. Let me fuck you Charlize. Please say I can fuck you. I want to hear you say it."

"I...I...I don't...ummmmmmmmm yesssss...don't even know your name," Charlize admitted as the porn star nibbled on her neck.

"Cheyenne...call me Cheyenne," she replied. She considered asking for Charlize to use her real name, but this was sexier. It was like making a porn movie. AVN winner fucks Oscar winner. It was too good to pass up.

Charlize knew she had a chance to back out here. If she wanted to run, she could. But she knew that wasn't what she wanted. The spark that had been lit in Malibu was once again a raging fire and there was only one way to put it out.

"Fuck me Cheyenne..." Charlize groaned. "Fuck me baby! Make me come!"

Since first joining the industry, Cheyenne had pretty much fulfilled all her fantasies. Some had been worth the effort...others had been epic disappointments. But there was nothing disappointing about hearing Charlize Theron say those words to her. Cheyenne had never heard a sweeter sound in her life.

Cheyenne's hands trailed down Charlize's back and toward her ass. She squeezed the beauty in blue jeans, cupping her ass and holding her tight. Their lips met again and Charlize offered no resistance when Cheyenne began sucking on her tongue. The longer the kiss lasted, the more Charlize wanted it and when Cheyenne finally pulled away, Charlize stuck out her own tongue to lick the porn star's lips and flicker against her tongue.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful," Cheyenne moaned before moving in for another kiss. She couldn't stop kissing Charlize, fearing if she paused she would wake up from a dream.

"So are you," Charlize replied, before bringing Cheyenne for a kiss of her own. "I love your body."

The two leggy women kissed each other, their bodies rubbing together as their arousal grew and grew. They could hear Gwen's moans from across the office, but they only cared about each other. Soon Gwen's sounds were completely forgotten as Charlize began heavy moaning of her own. Cheyenne reached down and popped open the button for Charlize's jeans and just slid her hand inside, past her panties, to get at the wet delights beneath.

Gwen didn't care if anyone outside the locked door could hear her. She wanted this. She wanted to be fucked by these porno stars. She didn't recognize Raylene, but she assumed that was what she was. Not that it really mattered. She didn't care what she did for a living as long as she didn't stop holding her and playing with her tits from behind as Taylor gave her the attention she craved.

"Yeah! You like that, don't you nasty girl?" Taylor grinned as she pulled away from Gwen's pussy and gave it a hard smack. "You wanna get fucked!"

"Yessssss...fuck me!" Gwen cried, the sensation of Taylor's hand sending a lightning bolt of pleasure up her spine. "Fuck my pussy! God your tongue felt so good! Lick me! Slap me! Do it all to me! Just fuck me!"

Taylor pushed her face back into Gwen's cunt, licking her furiously as her hand spread her lips open. Gwen's pink folds were open to her hungry tongue and Taylor didn't waste her opportunity to taste some celebrity skin. Her tongue licked every inch of pussy she could get at. Gwen's juices delighted her tastebuds and Taylor started tonguing faster, making Gwen writhe in ecstasy under Raylene's sexy embrace while the woman kissed her neck and the side of her face and rubbed her sensitive breasts.

Raylene and Taylor had Gwen on the verge of an all out horny frenzy. She quivered to every touch they gave her and they shared a satisfied smile. They knew that while people turned their noses up at porn, there was nothing separating them from who they were. Everyone, deep down, just wanted to be fucked. Gwen was no exception and neither was anyone else.

Rising up from the floor, Taylor and Raylene shared a hot tongue kiss. Raylene eagerly accepted the chance to taste Gwen's juices and she sucked Taylor's tongue clean. The two friends then teamed up on Gwen's tits. Raylene curved herself around to suck on Gwen's right breast while Taylor positioned herself at the left.

"Mmmmmmmm ooooooooh yessssss making me feel sooooo good..." Gwen moaned. "I love it! Fuck me! Both of you fuck me! Make me your little toy!"

"Show us you deserve to be fucked by us," Taylor demanded as she flung off her robe onto the floor and stood there in only her thong. "You gotta give to get!"

Gwen knew she could give and right now all she wanted to do was give to this sex goddess who had her completely under her spell. Taylor looked amazingly beautiful. She had asked Christina about her after the party and the singer had mentioned something to her about Taylor being "the porn Cindy Crawford" and at this moment Gwen would have been willing to argue that she was even better looking than the supermodel.

Taylor had a stunning face. It was like she could literally be the girl next door. She had the innocent, but sexy face and killer body of the cheerleader everyone lusted after. And right now all Gwen felt was lust for her and her beautiful face and drool inducing porn star tits. Gwen reached out and grabbed the giggling mounds, groping the enhanced flesh and pushing them up to her mouth where she fed on them like the tit hungry girl she was.

"Mmmmmm yessss...suck on those big titties," Taylor moaned, her hand playing with Gwen's hair before falling into another kiss with Raylene. "Make me feel good and I'll make you feel fucking amazing!"

"I will!" Gwen promised. "I'll make you feel so good!"

Gwen then went right to work on making good on her promise by sucking hard on Taylor's breasts while she pushed a hand down her body toward the woman's thong. Gwen fed on her tits as she began pushing the thong down, doing the two tasks at once quite successfully. Her own pussy was dripping with need, but Gwen was so into Taylor that she was able to ignore it.

"I'm going to eat your pussy now," Gwen growled. "I'll show you I can make you feel good!"

With Taylor's thong out of the way, Gwen no longer had anything standing in her way. She crouched her body down, naked save for her sneakers and socks and pushed her face right into Taylor's pussy. Her hungry tongue found its mark with ease and Gwen began tonguing Taylor's wetness.

"Ahhhhhh fuck!" Taylor cried out in delight. "Mmmmm she's good Ray! She's so fucking good!"

"Then don't hog her tongue all day," Raylene giggled. She kissed her friend again and they were soon in a heavy duty make out session as Gwen went down on Taylor, determined to show these porn stars she could be every bit as hot as they could be. Raylene's hands played with Taylor's tits and, after breaking the kiss with a long string of saliva, she began to suck on them, adding her own moisture to the chest that Gwen had already left damp with desire.

"Yessssss eat that pussy!" Taylor moaned. "Fuck you know how to tongue a girl! Mmmmmm you're good baby! Keep licking that cunt! Just a little more and you'll get yours!"

Raylene pulled away to take the time and admire the sight of Gwen Stefani bare assed and on her knees while she feasted on Taylor's pussy. Of all the times to not have a camera. Raylene pulled off her bra and began playing with her own heavy tits, pressing the large mounds into each other and rubbing them hard as she stimulated her swollen nipples.

All around her was the sound of aroused women. Raylene didn't know what she loved more, the moans coming from Charlize and Taylor or the wet slurping sounds coming from the efforts of a pussy starved Gwen.

"Let me taste your mouth! Fucking give me my juices!" Taylor demanded and Gwen rose up and kissed Taylor happily. Reservations were distant memories by now and Gwen threw her arms around Taylor's neck as they kissed.

"Mmmmm yummy...now you get yours Gwen," Taylor grinned. "On the couch baby. Spread that pussy wide so I can tongue it good!"

By now Cheyenne had all of Charlize's body at her disposal as she pulled away from her saliva covered tits. Charlize's shirt was down on the floor and her white bra was yanked down to expose her hard nipples and tanned breast flesh. Cheyenne began kissing down Charlize's firm tits as the actress fondled her own breasts. Her panties clung to her soaked slit and Cheyenne was on the verge of drooling the closer she got to them.

Cheyenne had already touched Charlize's pussy and the girl glaze on her fingers was proof of how much she had enjoyed it. Now she wanted a real taste of her fantasy. Setting herself down on her knees Cheyenne ran her tongue up over Charlize's pussy lips through her panties.

"Ooooooh yesssss...more...lick it Cheyenne baby...lick my pussy," Charlize begged as her body shivered in pleasure.

"You have no idea how wet its making me to hear you say that," Cheyenne moaned. She didn't bother pulling down Charlize's panties. She couldn't wait another second. She yanked them to the side with her teeth and held them in place with her hand while plunging her tongue right into Charlize's soft folds. Cheyenne was greeted with a rush of pussy juice over her tongue and she greedily licked away at her new friend like she was ice cream dripping from a cone.

"Ohhhhh God...ohhhhhhh fuck...ohhhhhhhh my gawwwwd!" Charlize panted. She was still a little nervous about being with this girl she didn't even know, but that amazing tongue Cheyenne possessed overpowered those nerves. It was way too good to even think about stopping. It was what she had wanted ever since she had left the mansion.

"Yessss tell me how much you like it baby," Cheyenne asked. "Please...I want to hear it!"

"Mmmm so good...so fucking good," Charlize groaned. "Lick me! Ohhhhh I need to feel that tongue inside me! You're so good Cheyenne! Lick me please and I'll come! I'll come all over your gorgeous face just like you want!"

The image of being rewarded with Charlize Theron's girl cream on her face gave Cheyenne all the incentive she needed. She placed her free hand on the back of Charlize's ass, fondling her cheeks through her panties and pulled her forward hard against her face. Cheyenne wanted to smother herself in pussy. She licked away at Charlize's creamy goodness, getting closer and closer to her clit with every tongue stroke.

Charlize flailed about, finally grabbing onto the doorknob with one hand and a shelf with the other to keep from falling down from all the pleasure coursing through her body. Whoever this Cheyenne was, she was amazing. Charlize had never felt a tongue like this before.

"More! Please more!" Charlize begged. "Eat my pussy baby! God I want to just fucking come all over you! Fuck me with that tongue! That hot fucking tongue!"

Even though her hands were occupied, Cheyenne's pussy was dripping as if she were rubbing it raw. She loved hearing Charlize cry out her name with desire. She had always gotten off on knowing her lovers, male and female, wanted her and she could hear and taste how bad Charlize wanted her. Her clit was so swollen and Cheyenne didn't waste anymore time. She pressed her lips to it and sucked hard, wanting only one thing...Charlize's orgasm.

Just as Cheyenne was tasting how close Charlize was, Taylor was feasting on the delicious juices Gwen was giving her as she fucked her face. Gwen was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide just as instructed. Taylor's face was buried between her legs and Gwen humped it hard, pressing her wet pussy to Taylor's starved tongue and coating her skin in girl juice.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!" Gwen swore. "Eat me you naughty little porno bitch! Mmmmm you treated me like your fucking whore but now I'm fucking your pretty face! Gonna cream you so good!"

"Shut her up," Taylor giggled as she pulled up for a moment and winked at Raylene. "She's got quite a mouth on her. I think I liked her better when she was whining for us to stop."

"I've got you covered baby," Raylene promised as she pushed her panties down her legs and set herself up on the couch so her pussy was right up against Gwen's gasping lips.

"Dive in baby," Raylene laughed. "You gotta earn your pleasure, remember? Let's really see how good you are at this. Eat my hot porn star pussy baby! Give it love! C'mon Gwen! Naughty girls need love too!"

Gwen nearly started giggling feverishly as the 80's "classic" she'd done her best to forget suddenly roared back into her head in all it's cheesy glory. She didn't know if that was Raylene's intent or not, but Gwen did as she was told and dove right into the glistening cunt inches from her lips. Licking Taylor had given her an appetite and Raylene's tasty treat looked so good to her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwwd..." Raylene groaned as Gwen began tongue fucking her. She fucked Gwen's face just like she was doing to Taylor. The humping action had her enhanced tits bouncing up and slapping her in the chin, just how she loved it. Big tits were a burden sometimes, but Raylene loved the feeling of them when she was being fucked and Gwen's tongue was off to a great start in that respect. Taylor was right. The singer did know her way around a pussy.

"Told you she was good," Taylor grinned, pulling herself away once again with her lips coated in juice dribbling down her chin. Gwen's pussy looked amazing to her right then, all wet and spread open. It was a lewd, pink display and Taylor kicked herself for not going after her harder at the party. She could have had this pussy a long time ago.

Taylor began kissing all around Gwen's thighs and down her legs, tasting the trail of juice as she began pushing two fingers inside her. Taylor finger fucked Gwen passionately. She wasn't as loose as some of the other pussies Taylor had taken her turn at, but the veteran performer knew she could change that with a little work.

"So we're naughty bitches, huh Gwen?" Taylor teased. "I'll show you what a naughty bitch is."

Taylor then gathered up all her saliva and spit right into Gwen's splayed pussy, adding extra wetness as her fingers pushed in and out of her. Gwen moaned in pleasure and Taylor did it again, picking up speed with her fingers as her spit dripped into Gwen's cunt. Taylor then did it a third time and added another finger for good measure

"Mmmm this little snatch it too fucking tight," Taylor smirked. "I'll have to loosen your cunt up Gwen. Get you all slutty and send you back to your husband!"

Gavin was the last person she wanted to think about right now and Gwen let Taylor know by reaching down and pinching the porn star's nipple. Taylor jumped a little but never stopped smiling. She just gave it to Gwen a little harder, fingering her tightness before moving her attention to another, most inviting target.

"Now we're really gonna get nasty," Taylor cackled. She had plenty of saliva reserves and pulled Gwen up a little off the couch. She used those reserves to spit right into Gwen's puckered asshole. It looked so tight and Taylor knew there wasn't a chance in hell she wasn't going to go there.

"Ahhhhhh!" Gwen cried out when Taylor's tongue slid into her asshole. Taylor began licking at her tight hole and Gwen moaned into Raylene's pussy. It wasn't her first time being taken in the ass, but Gwen hadn't had it done that often. She loved being taken in her pussy more and hadn't really enjoyed anal sex before. Taylor's tongue was changing that very quickly and Gwen drew even closer to orgasm.

"Fuck me!" Gwen squealed, pulling herself away from Raylene. "Fuck my ass! Tongue fuck my hole while you finger my pussy! Ughhhhh you're fucking amazing Taylor! Fuck me hard porno bitch!"

"Yeahhhh you're the fucking naughty bitch now Gwen," Taylor declared. "Begging for my tongue up your ass and my fingers in your cunt! Come for me nasty girl! Coat me in cum!"

"Mmmmmmm not till I get a taste too," Raylene said. She pulled off Gwen's face and contorted herself into a new position. As Gwen lay against the couch, Raylene covered her in a 69 position. Raylene pressed her pussy back against Gwen's face and leaned down for her own taste of the singer.

Taylor helpfully moved her own fingers away and concentrated on Gwen's ass, licking and spitting into her hole until her saliva dripped out as Raylene began lapping away at her hot juices.

"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Gwen screamed, Raylene muffling her once again. The feel of the two tongues inside her was incredible and Raylene's dripping pussy against her mouth just made things hotter. She was on the verge and those two skilled tongues in her holes had her body tensed up and her brain buzzing.

"She's so fucking close..." Raylene marveled before sucking hard on Gwen's clit. "Let's show her what a couple of porno bitches can do!"

As Raylene sucked on Gwen's clit, Taylor pulled her tongue out of the singer's ass, giving her a moment to relax before pushing two fingers inside her hole. Gwen's eyes nearly bugged out as Taylor stretched her tight asshole. The fingers felt amazing inside her and, after one final glorious moment of absolute tension, Gwen exploded in ecstasy.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM!!!" Gwen roared into Raylene's pussy as she came. She creamed Raylene and Taylor as both girls lapped at her with their tongues. They licked away at her orgasming cunt while Taylor's fingers filled her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Gwen exclaimed, her body tingling over every inch from the orgasm she coated her new friends' tongues with. But Gwen was still committed to showing these girls she knew what she was doing. Even as she came, she didn't let up on Raylene.

When her orgasm faded, Gwen felt renewed energy. She didn't linger on her afterglow. Instead she attacked Raylene's pussy hard. She clamped her hands onto the woman's giggling ass cheeks and tongued away at her.

Hearing Gwen come nearly set Charlize off as well, but she held on. She didn't want to come yet. She didn't want Cheyenne to stop. Charlize kept gripping onto the doorknob and the shelf with all she had as intense sensations filled her body. Cheyenne now had two fingers inside her pussy while she concentrated her mouth on her clit.

"You are so beautiful," Cheyenne moaned in between sucks. "Your pussy is amazing! You're even hotter than I ever dreamed you'd be! I want you so bad baby! Come for me Charlize! Don't hold back!"

The porn star then went back to sucking Charlize's clit, drawing it out with her lips and sucking hard on it, while her fingers plunged into her wet snatch. Charlize's cum coated her fingers and that just made it easier for Cheyenne to fuck her. She worshipped her lust object's pussy with her mouth, sucking her clit with love and energy.

"Ohhhhh gonna come!" Charlize mewed. "More! I'm so fucking close! Ughhhhh make me come! I need you to fucking make me come!"

Charlize had every sensation that her pussy craved. She was being penetrated and her clit was being tended to. There was nothing else a girl needed. Cheyenne's mouth and fingers made her feel so filled, like there was nonstop stimulation in her pussy. Charlize had ached for the sensation of another woman's touch and now she was getting all she wanted and more.

She looked down and saw Cheyenne staring up at her with soft, sexy eyes while her mouth was pressed right to her pussy. Charlize cried out and felt her body tense up in the sure sign of orgasm.

"Ahhhhh! Yesssssssss here it fucking comes!" Charlize cried. "All over your beautiful face!"

Words then left Charlize as she began to come. All she could manage was yelps and screams that she did her best to muzzle with her hand. She reflexively let go of the shelf and clamped her hand over her mouth to cover her screams of ecstasy. Her whole body seemed to shake as she came, humping against Cheyenne's face. Charlize felt like she might burst from the pleasure coursing through her body and it just got better, rising and rising as Cheyenne kept sucking at her clit.

If Charlize was in heaven from her orgasm, then Cheyenne was right beside her from being able to taste that release. She had never really thought this fantasy would come true, but this was no dream. Charlize's cream was as real as anything she had ever tasted. She wanted it all over her face. Cheyenne wanted to soak herself in Charlize's cum so she would never be able to forget this. She wanted to remember this taste forever.

Cheyenne kept her lips tight on Charlize's pussy, sucking out her cum and prolonging her pleasure as her fingers remained inside her. The tight walls of her cunt clamped on her fingers, forming a tight, pink vise that Cheyenne loved being trapped in. All the while her eyes remained focused upward, staring at Charlize while she came, loving the looks of pleasure on her face. Cheyenne loved knowing that she gave her that pleasure...that she had made Charlize Theron come.

When Charlize had finally had enough, Cheyenne pulled away and stood up. She and Charlize slipped right into a loving kiss and Charlize's hands eagerly began rubbing Cheyenne through her costume.

"That was amazing..." Charlize moaned. "And now you get a big reward baby."

Raylene was still lying on top of Gwen, pressing her pussy to her face as the singer excitedly licked away at it. She stabbed her tongue into her new friend's pussy, relishing the taste and getting off on knowing she was making this porn star feel good. It also helped Gwen that she had a horny Taylor moaning in her ear, egging her on.

"Yeahhhh fuck that pussy with your famous little tongue Gwen," Taylor said hotly into Gwen's ear. "You're the nasty porno slut now bitch! Lick that cum up! Get it all over your fucking face! Make my friend come! You're such a sexy little pussy licker Gwen! Eat her out!"

Gwen loved the hot, intoxicating juices Raylene was feeding her and she worked her over with her tongue the best she knew how. Raylene was fucking her face with gusto and Gwen was sitting back and taking it all. She was back to being the one being used and it was only making her pussy wet again. If Taylor was like the sexy cheerleader, then Raylene just oozed carnality.

She was like the girl you know who just loved to fuck and didn't care who knew it. Gwen was gaga over her body. Raylene's implants made her tits shake with just the slightest contact and her body was so curvy in all the right places. Gwen felt like a complete twig underneath her. Raylene wasn't shy about her pleasure, crying out in ecstasy and grunting like a madwoman as Gwen tongued her twat. Gwen loved hearing Raylene's sex cries and it made her want to try something she'd never done before and return a favor.

Gathering her courage, Gwen pulled her tongue away from Raylene's pussy and used her hands to spread open her ass cheeks. Raylene's asshole was so close to her tongue and, before she could talk herself out of it, Gwen pushed her tongue over it, teasing the puckered hole.

"Yesssssssssssss tongue my ass! Tongue fuck my ass!" Raylene groaned as her eyes tilted back. She loved being fucked in the ass and though Gwen was shy about it, and therefore no match to the other girls who had done this to her, Raylene still got off on it. She loved the feel of a girl's tongue in her ass. It was so fucking nasty and it just made her cunt drip. She could feel her orgasm getting closer with every lick Gwen took.

"Fuck it! Fuck that hot ass!" Taylor chimed in, spanking Raylene's cheeks as Gwen tongued her. "Show me how nasty you can get Gwen! Not such a fucking pretty celebrity princess anymore, are you? Now you're tongue fucking like a pro! You're just a naughty girl like us!"

Gwen loved hearing it. She was getting off on Taylor's words and it made her crave pussy. She moved away from Raylene's ass back to her pussy. She lapped away at the creamy pink folds and then shoved her tongue back into Raylene's ass. Gwen moved back and forth, tonguing both of Raylene's holes like a pro, letting her own horny instinct and Raylene's cries of pleasure to guide her.

"AHHHHHHHH SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE!" Raylene screamed, her hand reaching around back to grab Gwen by the hair and shove her face against her crotch. She humped Gwen's face as she licked her pussy and then did the same when she pushed Gwen up to her ass. Gwen just let Raylene use her, loving every second of it.

"Fucking nasty girl! Make her come!" Taylor continued to urge. "Make her fucking come like the slut you are! Keep licking that cunt! Eat that hot little asshole out! Here! Momma's got something for you to lick out!"

Taylor then spit into Raylene's ass. Her saliva drooled down into her hole, making the porn star moan and then shriek in ecstasy as Gwen obediently jammed her tongue into her ass to lick out Taylor's spit.

"Come for her!" Taylor commanded, giving Raylene an hot kiss to her quivering lips. "Soak her face in porn star cum! Make sure she remembers what a nasty fucking bitch she is!"

Taylor kissed all over Raylene, tonguing her neck and up her face while her hands latched onto her shaking tits and played with them. Taylor rubbed Raylene's jiggling flesh mounds together, making her pleasure grow as she face fucked Gwen. The singer's tongue was buried back in her pussy and Raylene rode her with all the energy she could muster. Gwen licked every drop of girl up and when she began stabbing against Raylene's clit with her tongue, there was no more holding back.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Raylene in a sound that was part scream, part grunt and all ecstasy. She came like an earthquake hit her body and no doubt more than a few passers by heard her cries as she soaked Gwen's face in her essence.

As Cheyenne had hoped, Charlize was quite the enthusiastic pussy licker. In her fantasies, Charlize had always gotten her off so hard and she was well on her way to doing so in reality. Cheyenne's costume had been so easily stripped away and now the porn star was gloriously naked as she bent over and pressed her pussy to Charlize's horny mouth. Cheyenne cried out in pleasure as her lover licked her, her long hair falling in her face. Cheyenne didn't bother pushing it away. She didn't care about it. All she cared about was the pleasure Charlize was giving her.

"Mmmmmmmm oooooooh lick it Charlize...mmmmmm lick my wet pussy!" Cheyenne groaned. She was playing with her own firm tits as she rode Charlize's face. She was on her knees with Charlize right under her and this gave Cheyenne an amazing view of Taylor as she pulled Raylene away and began fucking Gwen's face. Seeing the sexy show her friends were putting on made Cheyenne wetter while she rocked herself back and forth on Charlize's face.

The taste of another woman was just as good as Charlize had remembered it. She hadn't felt any nerves about going down on Cheyenne, no matter what she did for a living. Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm and anyone who made her feel that good deserved a reward. Charlize didn't care who they were. All she wanted to do was make Cheyenne come.

Charlize rubbed her new lover's smooth, toned ass while she ate her. She loved the touch of Cheyenne's soft skin. She just wanted to touch her all over and caress every inch of naked flesh. But she could do that later. Right now there was a wet pussy rubbing against her face and that took precedent over all else.

Sliding her tongue over the wet spread slit before her, Charlize indulged in the taste of Cheyenne's juices. They could hear the eager sounds of Taylor crying out for Gwen to tongue fuck her, but Charlize and Cheyenne were still solely focused on each other. Charlize licked away at the sweet girl honey Cheyenne was giving her and hungered for more. She had been so horny for another woman and now she finally had what she wanted.

"Lick me...ohhhhhh that's it baby..." Cheyenne sighed happily, her eyes now shut as her body filled with pleasure. "Lick that pussy dry! You like it don't you? Mmmmm I can tell. Ooooh I can tell you love eating pussy Charlize! Make me come baby! God you're so good! Please make me come!"

"Yessssss I'll make you come!" Charlize promised. "You made me feel so fucking good baby! I'll make you come so sweet!"

Charlize then pushed her face back into Cheyenne's cunt. She nibbled so slightly on the lips of her pussy while her tongue licked all the pink flesh she could get at. Cheyenne was so wet and her pussy so sensitive. Charlize could sense how good she was making her feel. Her body was shivering and Charlize licked harder, zeroing in on Cheyenne's clit and giving it all the tender loving attention it needed.

"OOOOOOOOH YESSSSS!!!" Cheyenne squealed. "Suck on that clit! Yessssss Charlize! Do it baby!!! Mmmmm suck my clit and make me come!"

Cheyenne had never thought this would really happen to her. She couldn't believe it. She had Charlize Theron, one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, eating her out. And she was doing it so well. Cheyenne couldn't wait to come. She just wanted her fantasy girl to make her come.

Cheyenne's clit was throbbing for Charlize. It was easy to find and even easier to stimulate. Charlize kissed it over and over again and licked it up and down slowly, so Cheyenne could feel it all. Charlize was tender, but steady, making sure Cheyenne felt only the building of pleasure. She didn't pause for an instant. She just kept licking and sucking until finally Cheyenne cried out in orgasmic delight.

"MMMMMMM OOOOOOOOH!!!" Charlize exclaimed as she came with a rush against Charlize's face. The dancing and the act of making Charlize come had left Cheyenne primed and ready for orgasm. It hadn't taken long from Charlize's talented and eager tongue to push her over the edge and she rewarded her fantasy girl with a mouthful of hot girl cum.

"Ahhhhhhh yesssssss...fuck...ughhhhhhhh soooooooo gooooooood...sooooo fucking good..." Cheyenne panted, still humping Charlize's face as the orgasm pushed through her body, bathing her whole spirit in contentment. Cheyenne hadn't felt this good in a long time. Her fantasy had been so much better than she had dreamed and now she wanted to give Charlize every drop of girl juice she had.

Taylor was dripping sweat from her forehead and girl juice from her pussy as she lay bent over on the couch. Her ass was up in the air and her pussy was being well attended to. Gwen had been left with quite a hunger for pussy after making Raylene come and Taylor was just the snack she was looking for to finish her meal off. The girl was clearly desperate to come. She could barely form words anymore and her pussy was like an oven of lust.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmyeahhhhhhhhhhhh...." Taylor grunted, her words almost a unending growl of lust as Gwen ate her out from underneath. Gwen did have a hot tongue and Taylor loved the feel of it inside her, licking away at her clitoris. Maybe Gwen had gotten into the wrong industry. A pair of D cup implants and she could have fit right in at Vivid. Whoever had taught her had taught her well and Taylor was grooving big time on her pussy licking skills.

The pleasure for Taylor got even stronger when Raylene pulled herself out of her post-orgasmic fog to help push her friend over the edge. Raylene had been sitting off to the side, leaning against the couch and pawing at her still tingling pussy, but she couldn't ignore the sight of Taylor's sexy bouncing ass, humping against Gwen's face.

Raylene knew Gwen had to be getting tired, plus she was craving a crack at her friend too. So why not help out with a handy tongue? Grinning, Raylene rose up from the floor and kissed Taylor's jiggling cheeks. Her kisses moved up and got more frequent as she moved in on her target. Before Taylor knew what hit her, Raylene had spread her cheeks open with her hands and pushed her tongue into her asshole.

"Yesssssyesssssssssyesssssssssssssyessssssssssyesssssssssss!!!" Taylor panted, her tits bouncing as she shook in delight at the two horny tongues working her body over. She humped Gwen's face harder, coaxing more of that tongue on her clit. She knew Charlize and Cheyenne were watching them and she wanted to make sure they saw quite a show.

Gwen was struggling to keep up with Taylor's desire to come. She was almost humping her face too hard and too quickly. She kept pulling her clit away from Gwen's tongue, just when she was about to give her more of what she needed. Taylor needed to calm down, but Gwen knew from experience how hard it was to calm a woman on the verge of an orgasm. Finally, Gwen gave up on trying to keep up and just grabbed at Taylor's bouncing ass.

She gripped the cheeks with her hands, right alongside Raylene's, and pushed Taylor down on her face. She trapped the jumping bean of a porn star against her tongue and began giving hard, wet lashes against Taylor's clit. The swollen pleasure center ached for attention and Gwen gave it everything she had. She tongued Taylor with all the energy she could muster and it only took a few lashes to get the desired effect.

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYGAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDD!!" Taylor howled from Gwen's clit licks and Raylene's assfucking hitting her simultaneously. She shook like electric current was being shot through her body and it all felt so good. Her whole body was alive...every cell bathing in pleasure. Taylor was in ecstasy and she didn't shy away from screaming it out.

Finally Raylene shut her up with a tongue filled kiss to her orgasming mouth. She made Taylor taste herself and the porn star greedily accepted the offer, kissing her friend as she came. Taylor screamed into Raylene's mouth, the kiss continuing even as her body cooled down and her shaking turned to tremors.

Gwen pulled away and gave her own lips a long, satisfied lick. She had porn star pussy all over herself and she loved it. If only Tom, Tony and Adrian could see her now. Gwen looked over and saw the smiling faces of Charlize and Cheyenne staring at her with lustful appreciation. Raylene and Taylor were still deep in their kiss, but Gwen could feel that they all were sharing the same thought. They all hoped that there were a lot of days left to shoot on this video.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3