Harem

Well it has been a while, hasn't it?

I began work on this chapter well over a year ago and so much time has passed that not only have Jennifer Garner, Gwen Stefani and Michelle Branch had babies, but Britney Spears has gotten pregnant TWICE since I started my first word of the chapter. Hell Lindsay Lohan went from fuckable to anorexic back to fuckable in the time it took me to write. I tried to make it as quick as I could, but hell you try writing 550 plus page chapters in a timely fashion. It aint easy, believe me. Good thing I got that Christmas story out before or else you probably would either have thought I was dead or not writing anymore because of how long it's been since chapter 15 was released.

A lot of things have changed since then, including this chapter which was going to be dramatically different when I first sketched it out. A lot of subplots were delayed or discarded and a lot of new fun was added in its place. I hope you do enjoy this chapter. I think it's got a mix of hot sex, weird plot (I've already received one "Now you're just being silly" piece of feedback to this chapter, but I've always believed if you're going to have soldier monkeys around, then damnit you should use them) and some drama. In fact there are two major revelations in this chapter including the vital piece of information about what exactly happened to Rose all those years ago that she's been protecting.

But I wouldn't want to spoil that for you here, not with so many surprises ahead of you to read. So go forth and read. This chapter has it all, girls on girls, a little girls on guys, action, suspense, mystery, singing, romance and heartbreak and of course the aforementioned soldier monkeys.

Before we get into it though, here are the standard disclaimers. This story is fiction. There is no mansion of horny lesbian celebrities fucking each other silly day and night. This is just a product of my overheated imagination. Second, if you're under 18 then I'm afraid you can't read this. All age laws in your neck of the woods apply and must be followed. So click the back button. Seriously do it. Now. I'm waiting.

Ok good...now onto the fun for the rest of us. But one important reminder first. I am the biggest whore for feedback there is. I make Kevin Smith look chaste and pure when it comes to begging for response from people. I will do a freakin dance in a top hat and tails for some response and I need it from you fine and loyal readers. I spent a year writing this and weeks proofreading it. If you could just drop me a note with your thoughts or suggestions it would be much appreciated. As always my address is KMB2476@aol.com Really don't be shy about sending me that feedback because it's what keeps me going and creating 550 plus page epics for you loyal readers.

Thanks as always to the talented and eagle eyed KayJay for finding mistakes where I would never spot them. He goes over this story with a fine tooth comb and his only reward is getting to see this story a month in advance of the rest of you as well as hearing all my ideas after they pop into my head. Come to think of it, that's a pretty sweet deal, but if Evan Rachel Wood happens to pop into the fun in chapter 17 then you'll know it's because I owe him big for all he's done since I took this sucker over five years ago.

Also thanks for the inspiration and encouragement I always get from my lovely friend in L.A. Fuck Disney. And thanks to Cara for giving me ideas of how best to use her as well as painstakingly detailing her tattoos and piercings to me. You'll be seeing more of her in chapter 17...a lot more.

So thanks to everyone and send feedback or else I swear I will pull a Dave Chappelle and leave you wanting for chapter 17 and more.

With that out of the way, I've babbled far too long. So now here's something you'll really enjoy.

The Harem Episode 16 "Touch Me And I Will Follow" By KMB

It was the middle of the night in Malibu, but Jennifer Love Hewitt was still wide awake. Usually she slept pretty well, especially because by the time she closed her eyes her housemates or their guests had often licked her into a state of exhaustion, but tonight sleep just wasn't coming.

Love had spent what felt like hours staring up at the ceiling trying to will her eyes closed, but it wasn't helping so she eventually gave up. If she wasn't going to be able to sleep, at least she could stare at the woman sleeping next to her, which was a much more pleasant site for her eyes.

The covers rose and fell softly in time with Jennifer Aniston's breaths. She seemed so peaceful and beautiful that Love couldn't help but stare at her. Jennifer was curled up nude under the sheets, facing away from her housemate, so Love had a great view of her friend's bare back. She so badly wanted just to reach forward and caress her naked skin, touching Jennifer's soft flesh while maybe, just maybe, tugging the sheets a little lower to get herself a look at her ass.

But Love didn't make her move. She held back and just let Jennifer sleep. She deserved her rest and Love didn't want to disturb her. Besides everything in the room was so peaceful there was no reason to change it. It was a lovely, calm night outside with just enough of a breeze coming in off the ocean.

Love had left the windows open in her room and the wind would kick the curtains open from time to time, letting moonlight spill inside. By now Love was starting to get happy she couldn't sleep. Being unconscious would have made her miss this blissfully peaceful moment and she let the serenity of it flow over her, bringing a smile to her face.

So much had changed lately that it was wonderful to just have a calm moment to breathe and relax. Love wanted the moment to be free of drama or complication. She wanted it to be something as beautifully simple as lying in bed with a girl she felt totally connected to and hearing the sounds of the ocean hitting the beach.

When it had been time to pick rooms when that first day in the mansion, Love had run right for this one because of its proximity to the ocean. She could stare out her windows for hours watching the water and feeling at total peace with everything. It was so relaxing and at night she loved the smells and sounds of the ocean. It always calmed her in the times when she felt angry or afraid and especially those times when she was in the grip of despair.

Trying not to think of the source of her sadness, Love focused herself on Jennifer. She knew things had been so rough for her friend lately and she wanted to be there for her like Jennifer had always been there for them. She wanted Jennifer never to feel alone or abandoned. She wanted to make sure she knew they would always be there to support her.

For so long Jennifer had been the rock they had all relied on at the mansion. She had been there giving advice and helping them out with their problems, guiding them all when they needed her like some kind of surrogate mother. And it had been so hard for all of them at the mansion to see Jennifer's pain and hear her tears as her marriage collapsed.

Things had finally seemed so perfect between her and Brad after all their struggles. They had even talked for real about bringing him to the mansion for a visit so she could show him her housemates in action and allow him to join in. Love knew she would have been lying if she had said she hadn't been looking forward to that. But then everything had fallen apart and now Brad was with another woman.

And just as Jennifer had started to get everything on track after the divorce, the bombshell of Angelina's pregnancy had rocked her. Jennifer had put on a brave face for her housemates, but they all sensed she was hurting worse than ever. Jennifer had talked so often about having children with Brad. And all of them knew seeing her dreams come true for someone else had to be agony for Jennifer.

Love just wished she knew how to make it all better for her friend. There was such a connection between all of them at the mansion, but particularly between her, Jennifer and Rose. They had started this place together and Love would have done anything in the world for either of them without hesitation or question.

Love wanted Jennifer to know it was all going to be ok and she would have the life she had dreamed of, even if Brad wasn't a part of it anymore. She just didn't know how to say it.

So Love had done what she did best and made sure Jennifer never went long without affection. She was always ready with kisses, hugs and much more for her friend and housemate so she'd know she was loved and desired and that her happiness mattered. She just hoped it was helping.

Since they'd returned from Jamaica, Love had found herself more and more not wanting to sleep alone. She wanted to be close to her housemates as much as possible and while sometimes she worried they thought she was being clingy, it brought her such comfort to be close to them.

On those nights when they didn't all end up naked and entangled on someone's bed, which happily still happened very often, Love found herself crawling into bed to spend the night with Rose or Jewel or, particularly, Jennifer.

It wasn't even about sex at times like those. Love just wanted to feel close to them. She wanted to sleep next to them and wake up with them in the morning. And on the nights she didn't slide into someone else's room, Love would do all she could to entice one of her housemates into spending the night in her room, just like she had tonight when, after an evening of happy debauchery with her housemates and a few guests, Love had stopped Jennifer before she had reached her room and talked her into sharing a bed.

It hadn't been hard to talk her housemate into giving in to her request just as it had hardly been a challenge for Love to tempt Jennifer out of her sleepwear and into a 69. Love's pajamas and Jennifer's t-shirt and boxers had quickly been cast to the floor to be forgotten as their tongues had gorged on a midnight snack of pussy cream and Love could happily still taste Jennifer's cum on her lips.

Licking up little tastes of her friend's essence had Love's libido resparking again and she stopped herself before she got too worked up. Jennifer needed to sleep and Love forced herself to wait until morning, when she planned to ravish Jennifer once again and whichever other sexy girl, or girls, crossed their paths.

But thinking of sex had Love's energy flowing and made sleep much less of a possibility. The more she thought of what she and her housemate had done that night, especially how Jennifer had slid her tongue into her asshole just as she was about to come from their 69, sending her orgasm skyrocketing through her body, and all she wanted to do to Jennifer in the morning, starting with returning the favor with a nasty little tongue play of her own on Jennifer's beautiful ass, the more restless Love became.

As peaceful as everything was in her room and as much as she enjoyed it, Love knew simply lying there wouldn't do. She knew she'd soon be so antsy she wouldn't be able to stop herself from waking up Jennifer. While it would have been fun for her, it wouldn't have been very nice to her bedmate.

So, slowly and with great care not to disturb her sleeping friend, Love slipped out of her bed and went off to find another outlet for this excess energy. The ocean seemed to be beckoning her this night, so a walk on the beach seemed like a perfect late night activity.

At first Love considered remaining undressed. It always seemed a shame to put clothes on when she was home. Her girlfriends loved seeing her naked body and Love could never get enough of showing it to them. But while it did give Love a little naughty rush to think about walking around the beach with not a stitch on her body, it probably wasn't the most sensible thing to do. After all who knew who else was walking around at this hour and the existence of this place was supposed to be kept very quiet.

As more and more girls were brought into their circle, the mansion was becoming a bit of an open secret in Hollywood and was whispered and speculated about, but that didn't mean anyone was about to take out a billboard or anything announcing its presence. So Love decided not to be too obvious about things and got dressed.

Grabbing some sandals and a sweatshirt and shorts, Love threw some clothes on and crept out of her room, trying her best not to stir Jennifer. The hallways were dark and even a little spooky, as most hallways tended to be in the post-midnight, pre-dawn hours.

They were eerily quiet and Love felt a smile tickle her lips as she considered whether the mansion had any ghosts in it that they'd been entertaining all this time with their wicked activities. If there were, the ghosts were getting quite a sexy show and Love wondered if the writers for her show would mind if she pitched a voyeur ghost storyline for sweeps month. She already had some famous guest stars in mind.

But Love's thoughts about ghosts disappeared and turned instead to the very real spirit that still haunted the place as she passed by the mansion's empty and untouched room.

Even with her, Rose, Jennifer, Jewel, Jessica, Alyssa and Christina having their own rooms, the mansion still had enough empty bedrooms for their overnight guests to not feel crowded, but this was no mere unfilled bedroom. It had been Sarah's bedroom and Love couldn't help but peer inside and feel her sadness return.

Once the room had been full of life and energy, but it felt so cold now. By the time they had returned from Jamaica in the wake of finding Sarah's note that she was leaving, the room had already been cleared out. Sarah had obviously gotten there first and taken her stuff, compounding everyone's sadness because she hadn't given them a chance to even say goodbye, much less try and stop her.

A few things had been left behind. Little mementos of their times together and even the little stuffed cat Sarah had kept in her bed, strictly for decorative purposes she had always insisted, were still there and remained untouched. No one wanted to get rid of them and Michelle still dusted and vacuumed Sarah's room, keeping it from getting dirty, but also unintentionally giving it the feel of a museum exhibit. Love half expected to see a sign over the bed saying, "Sarah slept here."

It just made it starker that she was gone and Love hated how the room was an empty shell now. She closed the door as quickly as she had opened it and continued on her way out of the mansion, making sure to grab her key before she walked out the back, trying to forget about Sarah and how much it still hurt that she was out of their lives now.

Love made her way down the path leading from the mansion over the sandy slope to the beach below. Things had been crazy lately with everything from Sarah leaving to Jennifer's heartbreak to Christina and Britney's dramatic split. Love still got chills when she remembered how furious Christina had been that day. She had never seen someone that mad before. But at least some things hadn't changed.

There was still love and affection behind these walls and, thankfully, the hottest sex Love had ever experienced in her life. Nothing had stopped that and Love hoped nothing ever would. Even though all the drama had impacted things, everyone there was still just as horny for each other as they had ever been. Old friends like Gwen Stefani and Jennifer Garner still stopped by whenever they could and new guests seemed to always be a chance encounter away from joining in the lesbian hedonism that defined the mansion.

Rose still used Mr. Snappy as a blunt weapon to fuck her willing girlfriends into happy submission as she and Alyssa remained locked in their very sexy rivalry to try outdo one another. Jennifer's tongue got hotter every time Love felt it on her body. Jewel still practiced her guitar naked. Jessica got more beautiful every day. Christina still put them all to shame with her insatiable desire to be fucked at all hours in all conditions and in all holes. And Michelle still was more eager to shave her employers' pussies smooth than she ever was in any of her regular maid responsibilities.

Most importantly everyone at the mansion was still ready and eager to fuck each other silly at a moment's notice. No drama or upheaval could change that. So many things had changed over the years, but that had been the great constant that left them all smiling.

As she walked the beach, Love thought back as to how much had changed since they had first moved in. When Jennifer had found the mansion and told them all about it, she was still on Friends, with many more years of Rachel Green to come. Rose hadn't even seen an episode of Charmed back then. Sarah had still been Buffy and Love had been smarting from the cancellation of Time of Your Life, with no thoughts of ghost whispering anywhere near her brain. But through all the ups and downs and career highs and lows, they had always been there for each other, emotionally and sexually.

Thinking back on all the times they had been there for each other sexually had Love smiling again and had her once more longing to be naked. She glanced around and saw nothing but the ocean in front of her and empty beach flanking her. Her smile grew more wicked as she pushed aside any nerves that might have been lingering and pulled her sweatshirt over her head.

When throwing on some clothes, the one thing Love had not grabbed was a bra and her bare tits bounced free as she yanked the heavy shirt off. The cool wind immediately stiffened her nipples and Love furthered that by giving each of her swelling tips a naughty pinch before she kicked off her sandals and lowered her shorts. With a giggling squeal, Love ran right into the ocean and shrieked happily as the cold salt water struck her naked body.

Having a pool and ocean nearby always gave the girls plenty of skinny dipping opportunities and Love had been a frequent participant. But that was usually during the day when the bright California sun warmed everything up nicely. Love's late night Pacific swims had been far and few between because of how cold the ocean could get, but after she had gotten used to the temperature they had always ended up being fun and this time didn't look to be an exception.

The cold water on her naked body got Love's heart pounding and she laughed and giddily shrieked to the night sky as she swam in the green-blue Pacific and felt the waves carry her and toss her around like she was a piece of very sexy kelp. But try as she might, Love couldn't get her thoughts too far from Sarah.

It had been heartbreaking to wake up and discover that note and then to come home and to then find Sarah had already come for her things had just made it worse. But no one had expected to never hear from her again.

Sarah had completely cut them all out of her lives and no one could comprehend why. She had given them all up. And why? For Freddie? It didn't seem like Sarah to do that to them and everyone had expected to hear from her in the immediate days after Jamaica, begging for their forgiveness.

But that visit had never come. They hadn't seen or heard one word from Sarah since that night. Not even a phone call or a Christmas card. Nothing. It was like she had dropped off the face of the Earth and if it hadn't been for seeing her pop up in magazines or on E! it wouldn't have been hard to believe she really had been sucked into another dimension or something.

No one could believe Sarah could treat them like this and just cut them off cold. It was as if nothing that had ever happened between them had really meant anything to Sarah at all, like they were some diversion for her before she settled down and got married.

Love felt it more than anyone. After all this had all started between the two of them. Her and Sarah had shared that first frenzied fuck at the audition and everything here had grown from that first seed of desire. For Sarah to now act like that had been nothing important, when it meant the world to Love, was heartbreaking.

Love also carried the guilt from that night in Jamaica. She had never told anyone what had happened between her and Sarah after the orgy. How she had begged Sarah not to marry Freddie and stay only with them. As soon as Love had heard Sarah was gone she felt she was the reason why. She had scared her off. She had sent Sarah running off into the arms of Freddie with her plea not to marry him. She had ruined everything.

Love didn't say a word about it. She didn't want anyone to know how she felt. She knew her housemates. They'd tell her it wasn't her fault and how it was Sarah's choice to make and no one had forced her to do anything. But that didn't change the way Love felt.

She couldn't shake the idea she had been the reason for Sarah leaving. She had tried to forget and move on but, even with everything else that was great in her career and life there to distract her, she hadn't been able to.

She just wanted her friend to come back.

Love had always been terrible at holding grudges. She was always lightning quick to forgive and she couldn't force herself to be mad at Sarah. If Sarah came back tomorrow Love would have been ready to pretend like nothing had happened and she had never left.

Love wanted any sign from Sarah at all that she still cared. Anything at all. Every time the phone rang or someone came to the gate, Love hoped it was Sarah. But it never was.

Sarah's name was barely mentioned around the mansion anymore. They hadn't even really talked about what had happened after the first few days of adjustment, but it wasn't like Love wanted to reopen that wound again. She knew her housemate's were hurting too from the Sarah's abandonment. But pretending she had never been there wasn't making anything better either.

Thinking about Sarah was bringing Love's mood down and the water was getting colder, so she ran from the ocean onto the beach again. It was there she realized two things. First she hadn't even thought of bringing a towel or anything to dry herself and second she wasn't alone anymore.

Love stopped dead in her tracks and found herself unable to do anything but stand there as one of her neighbors stood gawking. It was Franklin. He was usually the quietest and most intellectual of the three boys who housed themselves in what used to be the mansion's servant's quarters but he was visibly struck dumb tonight by the sight of Love's naked body. The actress could easily see behind his glasses that his eyes loved what he saw even if his mouth refused to work.

The two of them didn't say anything to each other for a time. They were both shocked to have found each other and when Love crossed her hands over her exposed tits, it was only because she was shivering and not because of any modesty.

Even in her surprised state, she remembered this wasn't the first time Franklin had seen her naked, considering he and his friends had accidentally stumbled into some serious lesbian lovemaking once before. So Love didn't do anything to cover up her pussy, freshly shaved from Michelle's touch up the morning before. She just stood there wrapping her arms around her body and shivering with her teeth beginning to chatter slightly until Franklin spoke up.

"I'll go get you something," Franklin said before disappearing. It was a much shorter run to his house than the mansion and he quickly came back with a blanket for Love. It wasn't quite a towel, but it would do and since he didn't seem to mind, Love used it to dry herself.

"Thanks," Love said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that she was warming up. "Ummmm I didn't...didn't know anyone was around."

"I heard screams," Franklin said, referring to Love's shrieks from the cold water. "I thought someone was in trouble. I uhhh...didn't know you were going to...going to be like that."

"What's the matter Franklin, don't you like naked girls?" Love asked, trying to end the embarrassed tension with some humor and not quite succeeding. If anything it made Franklin more uncomfortable and seeing that made Love feel the same way.

"Well I'm not in danger or anything, so you can relax," Love said, trying another tactic. "I was just having some fun in the ocean. I didn't wake you guys up or anything, did I?"

"No," Franklin immediately replied. "It was my turn to stay up on watch. Someone's got to supervise the soldier monkeys as they patrol the perimeter. You never know who's out there. By the way are you sure you're you?"

"Huh?" Love asked.

"I mean are you sure that you're really Jennifer Love Hewitt," Franklin explained. "You could actually be a clone, programmed to kill and not even know it. Perhaps a cyborg replacement. Or maybe just a brainwashed assassin? Would you mind if I scanned you?"

"Yes, I'd mind," Love sighed. She didn't mind the boys' weirdness. She liked it. But she wasn't up for any kind of scanning right then. "I'm me. I'm sure I'm me. I'm not a robot or brainwashed or anything. At least I think that I'm not..."

Love actually paused and found herself thinking over the question. If she was actually a robot clone would she even know it? Or would she just think she was real? Wait...that was crazy! Now they had her thinking like them.

"Thanks for the blanket," Love said, feeling it warm her up as she drip dried onto the sand and tried to change the subject away from if she really was who she thought she was. "I didn't think to bring a towel."

"No problem," Franklin said, apparently accepting Love's claim she was in fact herself. "You looked like you needed it."

Franklin nervously smiled and Love couldn't help but join him. When Love had first met the boys and found out they all lived together she had kind of thought they might be gay. But that didn't seem to be true. They had been friends since they were kids and nothing more.

Plus Love had seen Tara Reid hanging out there a lot lately and she had heard she was Delbert's girlfriend or something and seeing how Franklin was looking at her showed he at least liked looking at naked girls.

Love sat down on the stand to continue drying herself and when Franklin sat down next to her she found her mind wandering. She had never seen any of the boys with girls before. She wondered if they were virgins. Had any of them been with a girl before? Franklin had seemed very flustered by the sight of her body. How would he react if she leaned over and kissed him? Would he faint? What if she gave him a blowjob? Would that give him a heart attack?

The randomness of that thought struck Love by surprise. Where had that come from? She hadn't been exclusively lesbian or anything these past years, her and Rose's jailhouse adventure in New Mexico had been proof of that, but she had certainly never had felt any kind of sexual impulse toward the boys before. But now her mind was wandering.

Maybe it was the late hour. The full moon. The adrenaline from the cold water on her naked body. Or her own restlessness. Whatever it was, Love found herself wondering what would happen if she took Franklin back to his place, stripped him naked and did things to him to make his glasses completely fog over before having Waldo and Delbert strip down too so she could devirginize them all and give them the thrill of a lifetime and get herself a little stoner gangbang action in the process.

The thought of doing that wasn't exactly making her horny, but it was definitely intriguing. Brad Pitt might never have had the chance to visit the mansion, but these boys could. She and her housemates could absolutely blow their minds. What would have happen if she kissed Franklin and made it happen? Would the world tilt off its axis if she brought some cock back for her friends all to share?

Love looked over at Franklin and wondered if he was thinking the same thing. He seemed to have something on his mind. He looked like he was dying to say something and if in fact he did make a move on her, Love wondered how she'd react. Would she brush him off politely? Or explore these new thoughts and let him ravish her right there on the sand? It was a weird choice to have in front of her and Love soon found herself leaning one way over the other.

"Love?" Franklin finally spoke up. "Can I ask you a question? It's kind of personal."

"Yes Franklin...anything..." Love answered, having already decided, as strange as it was, that any sexual request would have met with no resistance.

"Do you want to...you know...come on up to our house and..." Franklin nervously stammered.

"What? What do you want Franklin?" Love wondered as she considered whether or not she'd want him completely naked or have him leave his glasses on.

"Do you want to...come and...and play Laser Tag with us?" Franklin asked.

Love nearly swallowed her tongue. She was ready to offer up orifices to him and his friends and that was all he wanted? Laser Tag? Love couldn't help but smile and laugh and immediately reply.

"I'd love to," Love answered. "Just don't zap me too quickly. I'm kind of rusty at this game."

There were no games at the offices of L.A. Beat Magazine. The business going on there was deadly serious as the night had disappeared into dawn and the morning began.

With so many magazines following the celebrity beat all at once, the competition was so fierce it made the law of the jungle look like the teddy bears' picnic. Getting a scoop was a bloodsport and reporter Scotty Taylor had the scoop of all scoops in his grasp. But investigating that scoop had taken months upon months of scraping and digging and the young man looked quite worse for the wear.

His fresh out of journalism school face looked haggard and drawn out now. He had several days growth of beard and had the dead look in his eyes and hand shakes of someone who had been living on nothing but coffee, Red Bull and Jolly Ranchers for the last few days.

Since beginning work on this story he had more or less taken the magazine's conference room as his own and the place now looked like it was a mad scientist who worked there and not a journalist.

The room was filled with papers strewn about. Press releases, previously published reports, first hand accounts and second hand conjecture. It was all on paper and it littered the table and floor of the room like a file cabinet had burst apart at the seams and exploded. A dry erase board was filled with the names of some of the most famous and beautiful girls in movies and music with arrows connecting some to others along with the scribblings of how they were supposedly all connected.

As he stared at the scene from the door, Horatio Paza thought it reminded him of Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind when he was really starting to crack up and lose it as he was haunted by unsolved equations. He looked at the names on the board and some of the ones that jumped out at him the most were Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Gwen Stefani, Sarah Michelle Gellar and Hilary Duff. What form of madness could connect all those names together?

"I tell you he hasn't left this office in days," the night janitor said as he pointed at Scotty as he remained hunched over his laptop, furiously typing away. "Every night I come in to clean and he's there. Then when I go to punch out in the morning, he's still there just clicking away on that damn keyboard and he never lets me in to clean. I don't think he's even moved in days. I thought I'd tell you because you seem to be his friend."

"Thanks Rafael," Horatio said as he patted the janitor's shoulder and walked inside the conference room. He wouldn't exactly call himself Scotty's friend. He'd been his photographer on a few stories and he supposed he talked to him the most of anyone there. But he had no idea how to handle something like this. This was veering into dementia territory.

"So ummmmmm how's it going there Scotty?" Horatio asked as he stepped around the piles of papers and half expected some kind of tentacled creature to grab at him like the garbage pit creature in Star Wars.

"Horatio! I'm so pleased to see you!" Scotty declared, his eyes frenzied and wide all of a sudden as he had his first human contact in days. "I'm close! So very, very close!"

"Close to what?" Horatio asked.

"Proving the lesbian celebrity conspiracy!" Scotty triumphantly declared with a fist pump. "I owe this to Mr. Malloy, God rest his soul! He wanted me to prove this and I'm going to do it damn it! I'm going to expose them all!"

"Oh man you're not still working on that story are you?" Horatio sighed. Before his untimely death from a masturbation triggered heart attack, Duncan Malloy, late publisher of the magazine, had filled his staffs' heads with his paranoid right wing conspiracies for years. One of his favorites had been about how lesbian celebrities were working together to corrupt the morals of decent Americans. "That story's a bunch of bull!"

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" Scotty shouted in both shock and awe before taking his voice down an octave. "You were there that day at the press conference! You saw Britney and Christina kiss too!"

"No only you saw that," Horatio reminded the writer. "I was with the rest of the press. You had just been thrown into a garbage can by their bodyguard. And I still think you hit your head. Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears are not involved in any kind of lesbian conspiracy."

"Ohhhhhhhhh but they are...and it goes deeper, much much much deeper," Scotty declared before maniacally rubbing his hands together. "I've been seeking the truth on this. I've been seeking it with every ounce of my energy and every breath I can muster. They're just the tip of the iceberg. The tendril of this conspiracy runs deep through Hollywood and it's up to me to bring it to light. I will stop them! I will stop them from corrupting and converting more innocent girls to their deviant cause! Only I can do it! I have to do it! I must do it to honor Mr. Malloy's memory!"

"No, Scotty, you need to go home, have a shower cause man you stink, eat some real food, get a few weeks worth of sleep and then give up on this story," Horatio said. "There is no lesbian conspiracy."

"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain this?" Scotty demanded before taking a pointer stick and slapping it against the dry erase board where all the names were scribbled. "Before the One World, One Love concert Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera were the most bitter of enemies. But then suddenly they're like girlfriends, partnering up and kissing like debauched little whores! That's the day they became willing disciples in the lesbian celebrity conspiracy! I talked to people backstage that day! They said the two were assigned the same dressing room by chance and there was a fight inside it. They could hear the screaming and it sounded like things were broken inside it, like they were wrestling each other or something and then all of a sudden the sounds change and it's a much more intimate and friendly sound if you get my meaning. Do you get it Horatio? Do you get my meaning?"

"Yes Scotty," Horatio sighed. "A moron would get your meaning."

"Well after that suddenly they're partners," Scotty continued to explain. "I think that was when Christina converted Britney into a lesbian and got her involved in the conspiracy. Now here's where it gets interesting! Before Christina converted Britney she was seen talking with Jewel and Gwen Stefani! This concert was a hive for the lesbian conspirators. I'm sure Christina converted Jewel and Gwen into her depraved cadre of lesbian fanatics then."

"Wait, you can make someone a lesbian just by talking to them?" Horatio asked, trying to follow Scotty's thinking. But the reporter didn't respond. He just kept on talking.

"After Christina sunk her lesbian fangs into those two, Michelle Branch was seen going into Gwen and Jewel's dressing room and not coming out until significantly later by several witness accounts!" Scotty continued. "That poor girl probably had no idea what was waiting for her inside, but by the time she left she wasn't herself anymore. She had been converted into a lesbian celebrity conspirator, just itching to spread it to all the impressionable young girls in America and the world beyond. Meanwhile Christina was later seen talking to Jennifer Love Hewitt at the concert and they also disappeared. No doubt this is when Christina converted Jennifer. And to think she's got a show on prime time television where impressionable Americans watch. Now after this Jennifer reportedly gets into an altercation with another girl who claims she was being hit on by this living, breathing lesbian celebrity. So Rose McGowan sweeps in and brutally blinds the boyfriend bravely coming to his girl's defense. Rose must be one of them too! Now later on that night, Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alyson Hannigan are mysteriously attacked in Malibu in a mansion registered to a mystery company by what police call a stalker, but I think was really one of the brave soldiers in our fight against lesbian celebrities and their destructive ways. I'm sure police are covering up the truth so the nation doesn't panic. How do I think they're connected? Jennifer Love Hewitt, Alyssa Milano, Jennifer Aniston and Jewel were all seen by numerous witnesses at the hospital visiting Sarah and Alyson in the hospital. Sarah and Alyson are probably ringleaders. We already know Jennifer and Jewel have been converted, so obviously Jennifer Aniston and Alyssa are too. That must be why Jennifer's marriage fell apart. Brad needed to be with a woman who wasn't a lesbian. So I've heard rumors that after her recovery, Alyson was later arrested at a bondage club with Shannon Elizabeth and Mena Suvari. Their publicists managed to quell all press reports, but I talked to a cop at the scene that was there and he said they were there and they all got busted. No doubt they were looking for more victims to seduce that night. That same day, Hilary Duff was seen at a music video set with Britney and Christina. Maria Menuonos was there too interviewing them and we have no choice but to assume they got them both too and converted them into lesbians. Those poor innocent girls. They had no idea what was in store for them until it was too late The net keeps growing wider and wider. I just need to find the center of it. Where do they meet? Where do they plan their strategy? Don't you see? DON'T YOU SEE WHAT THEY'RE PLANNING HORATIO? THEY'RE TRYING TO TURN ALL HOT GIRLS INTO LESBIANS!!! MEN WILL DIE OFF AND THEY WILL RULE THE WORLD!!!"

"Yeah I see...I see there Scotty," Horatio said, humoring the insane ramblings. With each name he had mentioned, Scotty had smacked the board with the stick, pointing to the corresponding name and highlighting the connection. It had made quite the impression even if it was delusional. "Tell you what, why don't you just get yourself a little rest and the lesbian conspiracy will still be there when you wake up."

"Can't sleep...can't do anything but find story..." Scotty groaned. "It's taken months, but I'm so close...just a few pieces of the puzzle left to find. So close to getting the truth and exposing them all...must expose conspiracy...must save America...must do it for Mr. Malloy...must stop perverted lesbian celebrities from corrupting fine virginal girls...mmmmm fine virginal girls...so sweet and tight and young...must save them from lesbians...Must find center of conspiracy to tie it all together...must find their headquarters...must find the missing pieces...must do it soon..."

"Yeah whatever," Horatio said, not believing a word of it. Didn't he know Britney and Christina had had a huge falling out? How could they be in a conspiracy if they weren't even speaking? "You just relax. Here I'll put on Adam Carolla and you can have a few laughs."

As he was walking out of the office, Horatio flipped on the radio on a shelf and tuned it to KROQ. Early morning laughs weren't available at the moment though and a commercial was playing as Horatio left the conference room and Scotty behind.

"Do you or a loved one have a habit or trait that needs to be changed?" the commercial blared. "Then Total Transformation is for you. Our term of certified behavior experts can make things the way you want it with just the simplest of modifications. It's as easy as a phone call to arrange a free consultation..."

But though he was in the coveted advertiser demographic of white males aged 18-35, Scotty took no notice of the ad. He was too busy falling asleep at his computer, the keyboard making an impression on his face as he muttered dreamily about unmasking the conspiracy.

Meanwhile, Scotty would have been dismayed to know, despite his efforts, the lesbian celebrity conspiracy was alive and well in Malibu as Jessica Alba made her way to get her morning shower. Of course she had no idea she was involved in any kind of conspiracy. In her mind, she was just having fun and enjoying every moment she was able to spend in this sexual paradise.

Jessica might have been the newest housemate, but she had been there for that first wild party by the pool and since that day part of her heart had always called this place home even when she'd lived elsewhere. She had good friends and great sex here, what more could she want? Add to that a blockbuster movie franchise and her pick of scripts these days and she didn't think life could be any better.

Of course there was always a way things could get better and that would have been if Jennifer Garner had been here with her. Jessica knew what happened to her didn't compare to everything that had surrounded Sarah and Britney and Christina lately, but she had her own fair share of drama lately.

In the space of one day in Jamaica, she'd had Jennifer suddenly thrust the hope of a relationship on her, a fight that had nearly split them up for good, a huge orgy, an attack that had bordered on flat-out rape by Avril Lavigne and then a long, tender make up session with Jennifer. It had been too much by far and Jessica had returned home to Malibu longing for stability.

Of course with everything that followed with Sarah and Britney, stability had been a far away dream. And then the cherry on top had been Jennifer's pregnancy. It had taken them both by surprise, but Jessica didn't hold any grudge against her friend for making the decision she did. She would have done the same thing if she'd been the one who was pregnant.

Jennifer loved her daughter and being a mother was the most important thing to her now. Jessica could easily see why, too. Every time she was over to Jennifer's house and spent time with Violet, Jessica just wanted to stick the kid in her bag and take her home with her. The little baby girl was one of the most beautiful things Jessica had ever seen and every time she was over, she left with a daze in her eyes, entranced with the desire to go out and spawn with the first worthy guy she found.

Of course the feeling was fleeting and Jessica would quickly snap out of it. But at least it helped her understand Jennifer's perspective, even if it had meant putting aside any effort at a real relationship for them, at least temporarily.

They didn't have to be a clone version of Eliza Dushku and Kirsten Dunst to be happy and both of them knew that now. All the drama had given both Jennifer and Jessica some needed perspective and, besides, it wasn't like they weren't still fucking each other silly every chance they got. It just meant they were both going into things with more maturity.

Jessica at first had resisted the idea of any kind of relationship outside of just sex and friendship, but then Jennifer had made her feel so safe and loved after what had happened with Avril and she had reconsidered. Then the pregnancy came, but they had been able to overcome that.

They still talked every day, but they had their separate lives and just as Jennifer didn't stand in Jessica's way when it came to being with as many girls as she wanted, Jessica didn't interfere with her friend's home life with Ben and Violet. They made sure they were there to support each other at all times and Jennifer made sure she got to the mansion for some serious fun whenever possible.

The former Alias star had become quite a fixture in Malibu and was quite popular with all the housemates, but when she slept over she always ended up in Jessica's bed.

As for Avril...well they had come up with a suitable punishment for her after what she tried to pull. The young Canadian had undergone a serious attitude adjustment and was more compliant now. Much more compliant.

Jessica just wished everyone's problems could get solved like hers had. Part of Jessica was mad at Sarah for running off like she had. She hadn't had any right to do that to them. But she also knew this couldn't have been easy for Sarah and Jessica didn't want to hate her. Like many others, she just wanted her to come home.

How could anyone pass up living at a place like this? She was still a relative newbie around here as a housemate and Jessica was still getting a little used to all the quirks of the mansion. Exploring the place was actually her new hobby. Love had once told her that the place had used to be a high-class bordello and Jessica could believe it. It certainly wasn't like any other place she had ever lived.

One of the stranger quirks of the place was the set up for the showers. While each bedroom had a private bathroom, there weren't any showers. There were hot tubs and bathtubs, but Jessica didn't always have the time for a long soak in the tub. Sometimes she just needed to grab a quick shower and run out the door, but being able to do that required a bit of a hike from her bed.

The mansion's showers were located past the private gym and every time Jessica walked past the exercise machines she blushed and remembered all the times that she'd gotten a real workout in the gym without touching any equipment. Whenever she had exercised with any of her housemates or their friends it had never taken long for their workout clothes to be cast off, allowing for the best kind of exertion to begin.

Jessica paused her journey for a moment to run her fingers over the row of weights neatly organized in a row and recall the time she'd been pressed against them, completely naked, as her leotard lay on the floor and Jewel's tongue traveled up from her pussy to tease and enter her needy ass, sending her into creaming convulsions of orgasm.

With an unconscious lick of her lips, Jessica treasured this memory as she did every other one of the naughty experiences she had indulged in between these walls. How could anyone give this up?

But before she could get melancholy about Sarah, Jessica pulled herself away and got back to heading for the showers. They were set up like this place was a standard health club and not a place where people lived, but Jessica never minded the layout. She actually preferred it because it encouraged group showering and all the orgasms that went along with it.

It was impossible to hide your presence in a shower room like this and, as she walked inside, Jessica quickly realized she wasn't the only one in the mansion up at this morning hour. The sound of rushing water and feminine humming betrayed the presence of another and Jessica felt her libido flutter a bit as she wondered which beautiful girl she was about to catch soaping herself up.

Tiptoeing for no good reason other than she felt like being a little coy, Jessica softly approached the sound of the soft morning shower singing. The woman was turned around under the water so all Jessica could see was her bare back, but the woman's short brunette hair and collection of tattoos left no mystery as to who she was.

As her pussy began to slightly stir under her bathrobe, Jessica gazed upon Alyssa Milano in all her nude glory, her eyes naturally moving down to her housemate's awe inspiring ass as it glistened for her from the hot water streaming down her back.

Trying not to reveal her presence to the unsuspecting bather, Jessica hungrily stared at Alyssa, focusing on the sacred heart tattoo on her ass and wondering if her friend would mind if she just walked up and pressed her lips to it. Alyssa had such beautiful tattoos all over her body and many times when they were together Jessica hadn't been able to help lavishing love all over the colorful designs with her tongue.

Doing that had always left Alyssa writhing on the bed, so Jessica felt a grin tug at her lips as she reckoned that her housemate wouldn't mind a surprise kiss to her heart at all, or to the rosary beads on her back or even around front to the fairy on her hip. No she definitely wouldn't mind at all and Jessica was thinking about doing just that. But first she wanted to stare a bit more.

Alyssa was a vision under the steaming water as she continued her soft singing, showing off the voice that had made her a superstar in Japan. Her black hair was soaked against her head and water just flowed down her gorgeous body giving her a wet glow from head to toe. Jessica just wished she had a camera to take a picture of this. She had never been more turned on by Alyssa before and she couldn't even see the front of her. But with no recording device in sight, Jessica knew she was going to have to settle for the mental image seared in her memory.

Just watching Alyssa soap herself up under the shower head was getting Jessica juicing up in all the right ways and she couldn't help but open her robe just enough to slide her fingers over her already slippery slit. Jessica's body stiffened as she touched the smooth, sensitive lips of her pussy. She wanted Alyssa so bad, but still she didn't move. She was having too much fun just standing there and staring, completely undetected...or so she thought.

The sexual trance Jessica was putting herself into was suddenly interrupted when Alyssa spoke up, her back still turned on the horny voyeur.

"You know if you stare any harder you're going to burn a hole in my back," Alyssa said with a little giggle in her voice as she revealed she'd known all along someone was there.

Upon being discovered, Jessica let out a slight gasp and dropped her hand from her pussy. Even though Alyssa clearly didn't mind being watched, and it wasn't like the two of them hadn't been a lot more intimate than that before, Jessica's first impulse was still to apologize.

"Sorry...I...I...uhhhh..." Jessica began stammering before she was cut off.

"Don't apologize," Alyssa grinned, turning around and showing off her nudity in all its full frontal glory as soap bubbles both dripped and clung to her body. "Just get in here with me."

In a flash, Jessica's bathrobe was on the floor and she was under the water with Alyssa, just as naked as her housemate was. Now both girls were giggling as Alyssa pressed her wet body to Jessica's and kissed her tenderly, rubbing their tits together as the blonde actress got wet in both senses of the word.

"Mmmmm now isn't this better than just staring," Alyssa smiled in between kisses to Jessica's needy lips.

"Much better," Jessica immediately agreed. "I just couldn't help it. You looked so good that I needed to just look at you for a while."

"Well I'll take that as a compliment," Alyssa remarked before reaching down between Jessica's legs and helping herself to a feel of her friend's pussy. "Oooooh but this is an even bigger compliment. You got yourself nice and wet watching me, didn't you, you sneaky little thing?"

"Yessssssssss..." Jessica moaned from the contact with her wetness. "Mmmmmm I was getting so turned on. Your body is just incredible Lyssa. I wanted to get in here with you but I couldn't stop looking. You've just got a perfect body."

"And you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself sweetie," Alyssa smiled as she made the understatement of the year. Alyssa kept rubbing Jessica's pussy, feeling the growing wetness start to coat her fingers as the hot shower water beat down on their nude bodies.

The two girls let their lips push together for lingering kisses that allowed for plenty of soft tongue explorations of each other's mouths. Their kisses were hot but tender with neither girl getting too aggressive. They were both perfectly happy to stand under the water and indulge in their mutual lusts. Their bodies kept touching in all the right places and neither girl was eager to stop the kissing.

Finally it was Jessica who cracked and made a grab for some girl flesh. Alyssa had kept up a steady rhythm on her pussy and she returned the favor by reaching around back to grip the ass cheeks she had been admiring so.

"Ohhhhhh..." Alyssa softly groaned. "Good to see you're in a frisky mood this morning."

"How could I not be when I've got this bod of yours to play with?" Jessica laughed before getting another squeeze of Alyssa's cheeks.

"Mmmm flattery will definitely get you more of this," Alyssa smiled before stealing another long kiss from her lover. "Too bad you don't have that friend of yours with you though. When's Jennifer going to get her sexy ass back to Malibu?"

"Oh? My ass isn't sexy enough for you?" Jessica playfully shot back. "Always gotta have more, don't you Lyssa?"

"Hmmmm I think you'll do," Alyssa smirked before using her free hand to give Jessica's ass a quick slap, her palm making a rather impressive sound against the girl's wet flesh. That got a playful yelp from Jessica and another long kiss.

"Do it again," Jessica urged with a moan when their lips broke apart. "Slap my ass Lyssa!"

Alyssa was quick to comply, sending her hand crashing down on Jessica's soaked flesh. The sound of the spanking made both of them wet and they were quickly moaning in unison as Alyssa gave Jessica's ass a third slap.

"Mmmmmmm yesssssss spank me for spying on you Lyssa!" Jessica sighed, her eyes closed as dreamy sensations of pleasure ran over her body like the hot water cascading down from the shower. "I love how you feel on my ass. Spank it and make it sting!"

It required no convincing for Alyssa to do that. She had spent many years in the study and enjoyment of female asses and she was utterly convinced that Jessica's was perfect. A heart shaped piece of sculpture that Alyssa never could get enough of. Any chance she got to play with it was eagerly taken, especially when Jessica was begging for it.

"Naughty spy," Alyssa grinned as her hand slapped Jessica's bare ass again. "Staring at me in the shower and getting that sweet little pussy of yours all wet. I know just what to do with pervs like you."

"Mmmmm what?" Jessica asked, her smile wide and bright as she played the helpless victim to Alyssa's wanton desires. "What are you gonna do to me Lyssa?"

Alyssa didn't say a word in reply. She didn't have to. She just gave Jessica's ass one last squeeze before placing her hands on the girl's shoulders. One little push, gentle, but insistent, was all it took for Jessica to fall to her knees in the shower and line her gorgeous face right up with Alyssa's pussy.

"Oh no please...not this," Jessica giggled while breathing in the intoxicating scent of aroused womanhood. "Please don't make me eat your pussy Lyssa. Anything but that! Don't punish me like this! I'll be good! I promise! Just please don't make me get my tongue inside your tight, delicious pussy until I swallow all your yummy cream."

"Sorry, I have to be tough with you," Alyssa replied, joining Jessica in giggles over the kneeling girl's entirely unconvincing protests. "If I don't punish you then you'll never learn your lesson!"

Alyssa's hand then moved to the back of Jessica's head and her fingers hooked into the blonde locks, pushing her face forward. Jessica dropped her unwilling act immediately and let the heat and taste of Alyssa's pussy overcome her. The scent was better than any perfume and the flavor sweeter than candy. Jessica didn't hesitate to unleash her well-practiced tongue and it was only seconds before sharp gasps of ecstasy started flying from Alyssa's mouth.

"Ooooooh fuck yeah!" Alyssa grunted. "Take your punishment Jess. Get that fucking tongue to work! This'll teach you to spy when you just should toss off those clothes and start fucking!"

That was a lesson Jessica never tired of learning and she took full advantage of her chance to do some serious tongue worshipping of Alyssa's pink folds by licking her with gusto. She hadn't eaten a thing yet that morning and to Jessica's mind there was nothing better for breakfast than a helping of some hot girl cream.

But while Jessica was quick to accept the lesson Alyssa was attempting to teach about forgetting voyeurism and just joining in, it was completely lost on Elisha Cuthbert. Of course she did have the excuse of having been shocked into standing still by what she was watching.

Elisha told herself that she shouldn't be surprised. This wasn't her first trip to Malibu and it wasn't her first time staying overnight. She had done things here that made two girls in the shower seem like children holding hands on the swing set. But there she was, frozen stiff and gawking at Jessica's oral appreciation of Alyssa.

She was pretty new to all of this relatively speaking and it still took her by surprise to see such beautiful, famous women openly indulging in carnal lust for one another. Girls like Jessica and Alyssa and all their friends could have any man in the world, but what they wanted most of all was each other and it blew Elisha's mind each and every time she saw it. It also always made her wet and Elisha opened her robe just enough to slide her hand inside to cop a feel of her own pussy.

Having just woken up, the blonde had been looking for a shower and nothing more but she had obviously found something much hotter. Staring at those two stunning nude bodies had Elisha tingling from head to toe, but she didn't know what to do. Should she pretend she didn't see anything and continue on her way? Keep watching Jessica kneel before Alyssa and work her pussy over with furious tongue strokes? Or toss off her robe and get her tongue into Jessica's splayed pussy, which was so tantalizingly close to her as the big screen superheroine kneeled down and spread herself open to the audience she didn't know she had?

If there were rules and protocols at the mansion, Elisha didn't know them. She wished Cameron was here with her to guide her as to what to do. The other times she had come to the mansion her friend and, now mentor in all things lesbian, had come with her. But this time she had been on her own, which had it's benefits and drawbacks.

It meant she had a chance to play with the new friends she had met at Sarah's bachelorette party and keep their sexy, sweet pussies all to herself. She had spent the last night playing with Jewel and Gwen and had actually woken up feeling like she was in heaven sandwiched between their nude bodies. But it also meant she felt a little bit like the girl who had transferred to school in the middle of the year. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing and Elisha was still getting her feet on solid ground.

The feelings that her experience at the party turned orgy had inspired in her were still new and occasionally nerve wracking. But Elisha didn't want any of them to stop. She loved how seeing a sexy girl now made her heart pound and her pussy quiver. She loved how good it felt to open herself up for another girl's tongue or fingers or even the sexy toys that always seemed to be in abundance here at the mansion.

Since returning from Jamaica, Elisha hadn't been able to get enough pussy. She and Cameron had fucked each other ragged so many times and Elisha had looked for any excuse to get herself down to Malibu for more fun. But it hadn't even been close to enough. Each lesbian orgasm had left Elisha wanting another one.

Her former fiancée was a distant memory now. It hadn't taken long for her to end things after she had gotten back from having her eyes opened to the true possibilities of sex. He hadn't been a bad guy, but he couldn't possibly compete with this new pleasure she had found. Now all Elisha wanted now was girls...lots of them feeding her their pussies and their asses and fucking her until she couldn't even think straight.

And right now Elisha wanted Jessica and Alyssa. They both looked so beautiful under the water, so naked and wet as Alyssa moaned from Jessica's tongue, and Elisha had already learned there was nothing hotter to look at than women having sex. She felt like she could watch them for hours and never grow tired of their kissing and touching and fucking each other's nude bodies.

Alyssa had her eyes closed and Jessica was obviously occupied so neither of them saw her. Elisha was torn about what to do. She wanted to join in so badly, but she also didn't want to overstep her bounds and interrupt what might have been meant to be a private moment for the two of them.

Fortunately, when Alyssa's eyes opened, Elisha's decision was made for her.

"Well well well," Alyssa smirked, shaking her head. "Another spy. What is it with you girls? You think you gotta wait for an engraved invitation to get some pussy around here or something?"

"Sorry...I...just..." Elisha began stammering before she was interrupted.

"Jesus, stop fucking apologizing and get naked," Alyssa groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure from Jessica's tongue. "Get that goddamn robe off and get in here before I drag you in by your hair."

Elisha had no doubt Alyssa would make good on that threat and part of her was quite willing to have her do it. But even a newbie like Elisha knew it was much simpler to just jump into the shower. With a grin, Elisha's robe was on the floor next to Jessica's and she was under the water with her friends.

"About time," Alyssa remarked, as she assumed the role of mentor to her younger lovers. "You kids need directions on everything sometimes. Now get over here and kiss me."

Elisha was a little embarrassed about having been caught sneaking a peek and Alyssa's chiding made her feel like the brunette regarded her as someone inexperienced and unworthy. But Alyssa's kiss made those feelings disappear fast. It was passionately tender and had Elisha moaning in no time.

The taste of Alyssa's pussy had been so demanding of her complete attention that only now did Jessica look up to see who it was that had joined them in the shower. Something like Alyssa's sopping sex wasn't something you just got distracted from at the sight of the first bright, shiny object to bounce along, but Jessica decided she was at a good point to take a peek. When she saw it was Elisha who was now in mid-make out with Alyssa, Jessica's girl juice coated smile got even wider.

"Morning," Jessica said to Elisha, getting a happy moan back from the blonde in response, before she got her tongue back to work on Alyssa. The few seconds she had been away from Alyssa had allowed her cunt lips to get a fresh layer of juice on them and Jessica took care of that with a hungry lick that sent shivers right up Alyssa's spine.

The sexy lick caused Alyssa's tongue to reflexively push into Elisha's warm, wet mouth, where it was happily welcomed. Their kiss deepened and Elisha hands soon moved to Alyssa's breasts and she gave the sexy mounds of girl flesh a passionate squeeze. That produced another long moan from Alyssa into Elisha's mouth as their tongues wrestled.

Elisha and Alyssa were into some deep tongue kissing and the feel of the blonde's hands on her tits had Alyssa kissing her even harder, but the brunette's main thoughts were on the girl working over her pussy. Alyssa swore that Jessica got better at eating pussy every time she did it and Alyssa felt pulses of pleasure shoot through her with every sexy lick her lover took.

The hand that Alyssa had on Jessica's head was far from necessary since Jessica had her own hands gripping Alyssa's ass cheeks, making sure that the pussy she was feasting on could never get too far from her mouth. Alyssa let Jessica's soft, wet hair go from her grasp and the kneeling girl's tongue continued on its merry way, lapping away at her pink wetness with furious, skilled strokes.

"Oooooooooooooh fuck mmmmmmmmmmm yessssssss drill that pussy with your tongue!" Alyssa groaned after breaking away from Elisha's kiss. "Fucking get that tongue deep inside me! Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh lick me dry Jessica! Bury that nasty tongue inside me and get all those wet juices!"

Committed to proving herself to Alyssa, Elisha then pulled the horny actress into another long kiss. She kept her hands latched to Alyssa's breasts, massaging the firm mounds and making sure her nipples were at their maximum hardness. Elisha didn't want Alyssa to doubt her or think she was some shy kid. She might have been new and unsure of what all the rules were, but Elisha wanted there to be no doubt of her lust for women.

Alyssa happily returned the kiss, taking her fingers and running them through Elisha's blonde hair. All three of them were soaked now, but the water could have suddenly shut off and none of them would have noticed. They were too lost in each other. Alyssa moaned into Elisha's mouth again and again, the pleasure from Jessica's tongue rolling through her with no signs of it slowing down anywhere in evidence.

After running her fingers through Elisha's wet mop of hair, Alyssa moved down to her tits, using one hand to play with them while the other grabbed the forgotten loofa she had been using on herself before and squeezed soap bubbles all over the blonde's chest. Elisha squealed a little bit as Alyssa made her tits very slippery and began doing some serious moaning of her own as the brunette's hands got busy on her body.

The two naked girls eagerly played with each other's tits, squeezing and massaging the sexy girl flesh before them as they kissed. Alyssa let soapy water drip all over Elisha's body, running down from her breasts all over her stomach and onto her pussy. Elisha gasped happily as Alyssa took a hand and worked the loofa over her cunt and her moans deepened. She was totally soaked and it wasn't from any water.

The soft kissing and Alyssa's sexy touch had Elisha almost ready to pant from horniness. She loved the feel of the water streaming over her bare body and the sounds of Jessica licking away while she and Alyssa made out. It was all turning her on and Elisha had only two words to offer.

"Fuck me," Elisha groaned. The words passed her lips almost as a whisper but Alyssa had no trouble hearing them.

"Not yet sweetie, you gotta earn that," Alyssa wickedly declared, loving the horny disappointment that passed over Elisha's face.

"How?" Elisha inquired, desperate to earn the privilege of having her needs tended to by these sex goddesses.

"Mmmmm take care of Jess for me," Alyssa ordered with a smile. "She's being so good to my pussy that she deserves some fun of her own. Don't you think so, Elisha?"

"Oh yeah," Elisha agreed with a smile of her own as she cast her eyes downward to the naked beauty lapping at Alyssa, her face fused to Alyssa's pussy to give her tongue maximum opportunity to play.

"Then go show me what you can do," Alyssa told the blonde. "Make that sexy little thing come and I might just do the same to you afterward."

The promise of erotic pleasure to come wasn't needed to convince Elisha to go down on Jessica, but it didn't hurt either. Already dreaming of the orgasm she knew was in her future, Elisha pulled away from Alyssa and sank down the shower floor next to Jessica. Water was all over the cool tile and Elisha splashed softly as she moved closer to Jessica.

Elisha didn't waste time when she reached her target. She got right behind Jessica's back and ran her fingers over the girl's wet slit. This made Jessica stiffen up and let out a happy moan, but she didn't stop licking. She remained bent over and in perfect position for Elisha to get her tongue to work.

Because of the angle of her body, Jessica's pussy lips were naturally spread open and Elisha could see the drops of girl cream that clung to them. It was an enticing invitation that no one could have passed up. With Jessica already open and waiting for her, Elisha just had to lick and that's exactly what she did. She ran her tongue over Jessica's slit to lick up her cream and let it tickle her taste buds.

An ecstatic cry came from between Alyssa's legs as Jessica reacted most favorably to Elisha's efforts. The sounds of Jessica's appreciation were muffled, but her intentions were clear and Elisha responded by licking faster.

Soon Jessica and Alyssa were both crying out their pleasure and the wet hiss of the water falling from the shower head was completely overwhelmed by the sounds of pleasure cries and wet tongues snacking on even wetter pussies.

Jessica always found it so hard to concentrate when she was being licked at the same time she was eating out another girl, but it was a problem she loved having to deal with. The struggle to focus on one over the other was more than offset by the ecstasy that could only come from having a pussy against your face while a tongue was buried in your own cunt. Jessica loved it when everything timed out perfectly so she was tasting an orgasm while having her own and she certainly hoped that was going to happen here.

Elisha didn't have the experience at eating pussy that Jessica and Alyssa both had, but, as she had shown off both in Jamaica and here in Malibu, she was a quick learner. Elisha rubbed Jessica's quivering slit with her fingers and spread her pussy open wider so she could really get her tongue to work. The kneeling blonde lapped at Jessica's pinkness, swallowing her juices with greedy gulps as she moved toward her clit with every lick.

The sound of Jessica's muffled sex cries pushed Elisha on, but not nearly as much as the taste of her pussy did. In all her times with girls, the thing that Elisha had loved the most had been how good they'd tasted against her tongue. Each girl she'd licked had her own distinctive flavor and Elisha loved tasting and comparing them. Some girls were spicier, some were sweeter and some were tangier. But they were all delicious. Jessica had a spicier pussy than girls like Cameron and Love and Elisha couldn't get enough of her.

The more she tasted, the more Elisha craved and she began working her tongue furiously over Jessica's pussy. Elisha was rewarded with increased juices from Jessica's overheating cunt and she licked up every drop while smiling from ear to ear. Elisha's fingers kept Jessica's folds spread wide for her tongue to explore all her hot spots and when the newbie pussy licker got to her clit, Jessica lurched on her knees and cried happily into Alyssa.

Jessica felt her brain fill with the addictive sex endorphins that kept her from ever getting enough girl sex. Nothing else on this earth could make her feel this good. The sensation of a horny girl licking her was such an intense pleasure that Jessica sometimes wondered how she'd ever survived without it. Elisha's tongue was doing everything right and it just made Jessica want to get Alyssa off even harder.

"Yesssssssssssss oooooooooh fuck that pussy Jess!" Alyssa groaned, humping herself hard as her lover's tongue picked up speed and passion. "Ahhhhhhhh so fucking good! Mmmmm more baby more! You're gonna get a mouthful of my cum so soon if you just give me more!"

Alyssa's promise and the rich taste of her juices, a surest sign as any that she was close, had Jessica giddy with horny delight. Her brain was fogging over with ecstasy from the feel of Elisha's tongue between her legs, but Jessica never let her focus leave Alyssa. The beautiful pink pussy before her face...so pink and so wet...demanded her absolute attention and Jessica gave it good to Alyssa.

Jessica's tongue had been licking fast and licking hard and Alyssa had rewarded her with taste bud soaking gifts of her juices, but now that she knew she had her lover right on the verge, Jessica let her tongue fall back. Instead she got her lips to work, sucking first on Alyssa's pussy to draw out even more of her juices while she nursed on the tender, fuckable folds of Alyssa's cunt and then moving onto her clitoris.

Just as Elisha was starting to work her clit over, Jessica did the same to Alyssa. Her own eyes were starting to water with tears of pleasure from Elisha's tongue touch to her swollen pleasure bud and Jessica desperately wanted Alyssa to feel that good too.

It was getting harder and harder to push her own pleasure to the side to concentrate on Alyssa, but Jessica summoned her strength and sucked on Alyssa's clit with a greedy clamp of her lips, relishing the feel of it between her lips and the rapturous cries she got from the beautiful television star.

"Fuck!!!" Alyssa screamed out in a short burst of ecstasy shooting past her lips. "Ooooooooooooh yessssssssssssss you horny little bitch! That's how you fucking eat pussy! Mmmmmmmm suck on my clit Jess! Ooooooh suck on it hard while I fuck your beautiful face! You're on every fucking magazine cover these days you nasty slut and if they could only see you now burying that face in my wet cunt and fucking me so goddamn goooooooooood!!!"

That was all Alyssa got out before her words turned into sharp cries of sexual bliss thanks to Jessica sucking even harder on her clit. The thought of all those people who bought the magazines she got all dolled up and sexy for seeing her like this, naked in the shower while she licked a perfect pussy and another beautiful girl tongued her from behind, nearly had her creaming in Elisha's mouth. Jessica loved having this secret side that no one but her famous girlfriends could ever dream she had.

She teased everyone with her body and enticed them to buy magazines and movie tickets but Jessica never gave it up to them. They got to see her wrapped in bed sheets and held back by bikinis. But here nothing was holding her back. Jessica's body belonged to her beautiful friends and there was nothing they couldn't take from her. No one who ever saw her on screen or on a cover could ever picture her getting her mouth and pussy fucked by other beautiful women and that made the pleasure even sweeter for Jessica.

Not letting herself get distracted by her own thoughts, though, Jessica just closed her eyes to let the pleasure wash over her like the water flow cascading on their naked bodies from the shower. She kept sucking on Alyssa's clit while her hands squeezed the tight cheeks of her ass. Alyssa's hips were rocking as she fucked her face and Jessica made sure her lips held steady, drawing the orgasm out of the brunette from pure clit stimulation.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSS!!!" Alyssa roared, pushing coherent words past her lips for just a moment before the ecstasy overtook her again.

Alyssa's whole body was burning with the familiar fire that only girl sex could give her. Tilting her head back, Alyssa cried out her rapture and let the streaming water coat her face and fill her mouth. But the shower's flow was nothing compared to the pleasure she was bathing in and Alyssa couldn't even feel a drop as she let her passion go and came with a series of piercing cries against Jessica's face.

The orgasmic screams that flowed out of Alyssa's mouth rained down on Jessica and Elisha, but Jessica could barely hear them. She was far too occupied with swallowing down as much of Alyssa's cream as possible. Alyssa flooded her mouth with girl cum, much to Jessica's insatiable delight and she swallowed it down quickly, letting her tongue slide back into Alyssa's pussy for more.

As she came, Alyssa's thrusts against Jessica's face sped up and her soft, tan skin was soon coated in girl cream. Jessica's lips were covered in her favorite kind of gloss and whatever she couldn't swallow covered her chin and, when some of it began dripping down to her tits, Jessica cooed and felt her pussy respond with her own juices starting to ooze into Elisha's hungry mouth.

Her orgasm had left Alyssa's head spinning and a wide smile crossing her lips as the sex daze overtook her. She pulled away from Jessica's freshly fucked face to get her bearings back and Alyssa's smile grew even bigger when she saw how beautifully nasty her housemate looked covered in her cream. Slumping down onto her ass in the shower, Alyssa couldn't help but give her still quaking pussy a few rubs while she looked at Jessica's sticky, gorgeous face as Elisha continued to tongue her from behind.

Now that Alyssa had gotten off, Jessica felt free to get selfish and concentrate on herself and, more specifically, what Elisha was doing to her. The girl's tongue had felt exquisite inside her pussy, licking away at her wet folds before she had gone after her clit.

Jessica had almost wanted Elisha to ignore her clit. She knew that having her clit licked and sucked would have gotten her off for sure and deep down Jessica hadn't wanted that. She had wanted the pleasure to keep growing until she couldn't take it anymore and then, only then, would she have wanted to come.

As Alyssa had sat back smiling and moaning, Jessica had grabbed the chance to change her position. Jessica loved being licked from behind, but that position denied her the treat of seeing Elisha's beautiful face between her legs and Jessica wanted her eyes to soak in that visual.

Elisha was surprised at first when Jessica pulled away from her tongue. Her first instinct had been to think she'd done something wrong but that illusion was put to rest when Jessica grabbed her face and planted a long kiss right on her juice covered lips. Elisha closed her eyes and let out a long moan of desire as she kissed her gorgeous lover and allowed Jessica's tongue to push into her mouth.

The kiss deepened as Jessica seemed ready and willing to taste all the juice she had just fed to Elisha, but Elisha didn't just want to kiss. Her taste buds were dying for more of Jessica's flavor and there was no way she was going to let this girl move away from her before she tasted her orgasm.

When the girls broke for a breath, Elisha asserted herself and gently pushed Jessica down. Jessica offered no resistance and lay herself down on her back with a giggle and spread her legs with a lewd lick of her lips to show off her pinkness.

"Want some more of this, huh?" Jessica grinned as she rubbed her fingers over her slit and then pushed them into Elisha's mouth.

"Mmmhmmm," the blonde enthusiastically answered, sucking Jessica's fingers clean in the process and then letting them go from her mouth with a wet pop. "I want a lot more. Give me that pussy Jess. I want to suck all those yummy juices right out of you."

Jessica squealed in delight at the sound of Elisha's words and gave her another passionate kiss before settling back and guiding the blonde's head down to her wetness. The hand in her hair was unnecessary as Elisha certainly knew the way, but she loved any touch she got from Jessica. As she pressed her lips to the woman's pussy, Elisha smiled to herself when she thought about how far she'd come since freaking out at the discovery of Cameron's secret.

She had never had this much fun with sex before and it was all because of this incredible mansion and the beautiful women in it. The ecstasy of a woman's touch was like nothing she had ever experienced before and Elisha knew she never wanted to leave this place and go back to her old, non-lesbian sex, life. Nothing she had ever done could match the pleasure of just being naked with all these gorgeous girls.

With Jessica's glistening, pink pussy spread wide for her it couldn't have been simpler for Elisha to get to work. She just pressed her face to Jessica and started licking. Elisha didn't go straight for Jessica's clit again. Rather she let her tongue lap up the juices that had collected while they had been kissing, much to her lover's delight.

Jessica cooed happily as Elisha's tongue got to work, filling her ears with wet licking sounds of tongue against girl flesh. Now it was Jessica's turn to be in the line of the showerhead's spray and get her naked body completely soaked, but just like Alyssa had, she could barely feel a drop. All that mattered was Elisha's tongue.

She had just what she wanted. Elisha hadn't gone back to her clit for the quick orgasm. The blonde was letting the pleasure and desire build and Jessica was reaping all the benefits. She knew she wasn't going to come too quickly and she would be able to enjoy Elisha's lustful licking.

"Oooooooh yessssss baby lick that pussy," Jessica moaned as her fingers played with Elisha's hair while her other hand snaked up to her own tits and started to squeeze. "Mmmmmm you're so good at this. Ohhhhhh God, I love how that tongue feels inside me. Lick up all those juices and make me cum Elisha! Tongue my pussy just like that! Ohhhhh it feels so fucking good! Mmmmmm Camie is so lucky she gets to fuck you whenever she wants!"

The compliments had Elisha smiling as she fed off Jessica's wetness. She desperately wanted to make her lover feel good and to have Jessica praising her while she tasted her made things even better for Elisha. Her own pussy was dripping down her legs as she remained bent over on the shower floor.

Her position had spread her lips open just like Jessica's had been before and Elisha relished the feeling of hot juice tickling her flesh. It made her feel so nasty and horny that she couldn't help but use her free hand to reach around back and stroke her own pussy.

Now Elisha had both her hands at work. One hand was working over her pussy, sliding in and soaking two of her fingers as she fingered herself from behind, and the other was spreading Jessica open. Just as she had before, while her tongue pushed in and lapped away at Jessica, Elisha used her fingers to splay her pink folds and give her even more to lick. Elisha's fingers were coated by Jessica's juices and it just it made her lick even harder.

Jessica's cries were coming out in short, ragged gasps as the building pleasure began to push her toward orgasm. Her shortness of breath was making her chest bounce, which naturally caught Alyssa's attention.

The brunette was still tingling from her afterglow but she wasn't so far out of it that the sight of Jessica Alba's jiggling tits didn't make her crave a touch and a taste. With a wide smile, Alyssa got up off her back and crawled over to her housemate with lust in her eyes.

Alyssa grabbed Jessica's tits into her hands and began massaging them with a firm grip as she planted a long, wet kiss on Jessica's lips. Jessica's tongue shot right into Alyssa's mouth and she groaned wantonly from her touch, arching her back to push more of her chest into her housemate's grasp.

"Mmmmmm I swear to God Jess, you've got the best tits in the whole mansion," Alyssa declared with sexy admiration while she played with the firm, tan breasts before her. "They're just so perfect. Your whole body is so goddamn amazing I wanna fucking clone you."

Jessica just moaned some more in response, a slight blush crossing her face from the compliment. She didn't want to go around comparing bodies with her housemates. Everyone there was so beautiful and Jessica had never given any thought to who had the best tits or the hottest ass or the prettiest face. She didn't want to be competitive with her friends. She just wanted to fuck them.

But even as she brushed off Alyssa's compliment, it didn't mean Jessica didn't like hearing it. She worked hard to get her body like this and getting praise from someone like Alyssa, especially as she pawed at her tits and leaned down to suck and bite her nipples, was much appreciated.

"Ooooooh fuck Lyssa...mmmmmmmmm bite them," Jessica hissed, loving the little sharp pings of pain mixing with the sweet pleasure of Elisha's tongue on her pussy. "Fucking bite those nipples! Mmmmmm make em swell in your mouth while I'm getting my pussy licked! Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss you can make it hurt a little! Ooooooh it's making me so wet! Don't stop Lyssa! Don't stop playing with my tits!"

Alyssa's smile could have lit up all of Malibu as she heard Jessica's desperate cries and she didn't hesitate to give her housemate what she was after. She kept her hands rubbing Jessica's amazing breasts while she moved her mouth back and forth on her nipples. She would lick and suck and bite one swollen pink point and then move to the other one before happily starting all over again.

As Jessica's moans got louder and more frantic, Alyssa continued worshipping her tits. She made sure Jessica's nipples had constant stimulation, using her tongue and teeth as a tandem to mix pleasure with pain and give her housemate plenty to cry out about.

Jessica was the one moaning, but she was far from the only happy girl in the shower. Elisha was feasting off her pussy, juicing up her own fingers as she got Jessica closer with every lick. Nothing ever got her higher than the taste of a girl right before orgasm and Elisha was drawing out every drop she could get from Jessica. She didn't want to miss a bit of this ambrosia and her tongue licked fast and deep in between greedy sucks from her lips against Jessica's spread cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwd yesssssssss mmmmmmmm!" Jessica screamed as her body's nerves all stood on edge and pleasure gripped her. "Morrrrrrrrrrre! Mmmmmmmm fuck me you beautiful bitches! Fucking lick that pussy Elisha and don't you stop sucking my tits Lyssa! Don't either of you dare fucking stop! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss gonna come! Ooooooh gonnnnnnna fucking come all over your tongue Elisha! Fuck yessssss you're licking me so gooooood!!!"

Peering up from between Jessica's splayed pussy lips, Elisha treated her eyes to the vision of the cover girl movie star tossing her head back and crying out indecipherable sounds of pleasure while her tits were hungrily devoured by another gorgeous woman. Jessica's body glistened with the glow of a goddess from the water and the sex and just from everything. Elisha loved seeing her like that and knowing her tongue was the reason Jessica looked that way was a rush that nearly set her own orgasm off.

But Elisha wasn't going to get selfish now. She knew her own pleasure could hold. She didn't want to make Jessica wait and suffer while she got her own rocks off. Jessica's clitoris was ready and waiting for her and Elisha finally moved in to address its throbbing arousal.

As soon as Elisha's lips clamped down on her exposed clit, Jessica felt a wave of ecstasy roll through her body. She tried to scream out but nothing came from her mouth but garbled sounds that could only hint at how good she was feeling. Jessica's back arched up and the pleasure pulses continued rushing through her as Elisha sucked on her clit and gave her the orgasm she'd been wanting since the first glance she'd gotten of Alyssa in the shower.

Jessica's orgasmic cries were loud, dramatic and incoherent and Alyssa loved it. She kept at Jessica's tits, drawing her pleasure out while shooting Elisha a slightly jealous look from above. Having lived with her these past months Alyssa knew full well how delicious Jessica's orgasms tasted and no one had to tell her how lucky the kneeling blonde was at that moment.

Elisha moaned from her own rapture as Jessica's cream filled her mouth and coated her face. At first she tried to keep up with Jessica's orgasm, but soon Elisha gave up. She pulled her tongue back and let Jessica frantically fuck her face as she came. Jessica's hips bucked against her and Elisha held her face steady, swallowing as much of her sexy lover as she could and making sure to leave plenty on her tongue so she could share her prize with Alyssa.

And when Jessica finally fell back, a happy, quivering mess of orgasmic girlflesh, that was just what Elisha did. She pulled herself up into a sitting position and gave Alyssa another deep kiss, making sure her friend got plenty to taste.

That gesture was much appreciated and Alyssa showed it by sucking on Elisha's tongue and giving her tits a lustful squeeze. Elisha groaned at the hard and very welcomed grasp of her firm breasts. Alyssa's touch was making her even wetter and Elisha wouldn't have been surprised if just sitting here, getting felt up by Alyssa would have gotten her off. Alyssa's strong, but soft hands just kept playing with her tits and Elisha closed her eyes to let the pleasure fill her needy body.

"Like that, huh?" Alyssa teased after breaking off the kiss. "You like me playing with these hot tits of yours Heesh?"

"Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm..." Elisha replied with a wanton groan. "Don't stop Lyssa. Oooooooooh your hands feel so good on my tits. Mmmm squeeze them and play with them. Make me feel good like you just made Jess feel. Ohhhhh yessssss fucking play with my tits Alyssa."

"Oh yeah, you're definitely fitting in real nice here," Alyssa said with a grin while her hands continued fondling Elisha as she began kissing all over the blonde's neck and down to her pale shoulder. "You're perfect for this place Heesh. Another nasty lesbian slut who can't get enough."

"Yessssssssss I can't...can't get enough," Elisha agreed with a moan. "I can't ever get enough of you...of any of you. Don't stop! Don't ever stop fucking me and licking me and mmmmmmm just touching me like that! Ohhhhh I'm so fucking horny around you guys and I never want it to stop!"

"It will never stop," Alyssa promised, more for her own benefit than Elisha's. "Nothing's going to stop us from fucking hot sluts like you, Heesh. Now get on your back baby. It's your turn to have some fun."

Elisha didn't mind Alyssa using the nickname that only those closest to her got to use. She was plenty to close to all the girls here now and, besides, if it meant she was going to get her pussy eaten then Elisha didn't care what Alyssa called her.

With a giggle and a moan, Elisha fell back onto the shower tile, right near where Jessica had been. She didn't even have the chance to spread herself open before Alyssa was on top of her, pressing their nude bodies together as the brunette planted her lips on Elisha's.

That got moans from both of them and Alyssa didn't hesitate to start rubbing her body against Elisha's, thoroughly enjoying the feel of being naked and on top of the younger girl. Alyssa continued pressing down on Elisha as she helpfully used her hands to part the sexy Canadian's legs and spread open the pink treasure between them.

"Mmmmmm Lyssa...I'm so wet for you," Elisha moaned. "I need you now. I need you to fuck me! Please!"

"Good girl, you remembered to say please," Alyssa said with a sexy laugh. "Mmmm but I would have fucked you even if you'd forgotten. Jess might be down for the count, but my tongue is ready to play. I haven't had any breakfast yet and your pussy looks so yummy right about now."

As Elisha moaned in anticipation, Alyssa began kissing her way down her body. She gave some sugar once more to the sexy Canadian's lips before moving back down her neck, her shoulders, her gorgeous chest and down her stomach. With each kiss, Elisha's moans grew more desperate and Alyssa delighted in the sight of the blonde practically humping air as she got closer and closer to her pussy.

By now the clouds were starting to part from her brain and Jessica was able to appreciate what was going on in front of her. She didn't say or do anything though. With so many beautiful women around her all the time, Jessica had gained quite an appreciation for just watching and right now she wanted to enjoy Alyssa's work. She'd get involved when the time was right.

"Ohhhhhh Lyssaaaaaaaa...Lyssa...Lyssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...." Elisha groaned with need, her horniness on the verge of becoming too heavy a burden to manage. "Don't tease me! Please fuck me. I'm already so wet. My pussy needs your tongue baby. Please don't make me wait."

As much as Alyssa loved hearing Elisha mewing for her like that, she didn't have a mean enough streak to force her to keep it up. Besides she hadn't been lying about wanting to make Elisha's pussy her breakfast. Alyssa's stomach was growling and Elisha had just what she wanted to snack on to start her morning right.

Hovering above Elisha's pussy, Alyssa delighted in seeing the glaze of girl cream that coated her slit. Elisha's pussy was quivering for some attention and Alyssa made sure she got lots of it, running her tongue over her labia with a long, wet stroke to suck that cream right into her hungry mouth.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Elisha loudly hissed as the pleasure from Alyssa's tongue shot through her. She'd been getting wetter and wetter by the second since she'd first dropped her robe and Elisha knew it was only going to take a few well placed licks to get her creaming. Alyssa was so good at this and Elisha couldn't wait to feel the rapture she knew was close.

"Ooooooooooooh oooooooooh oooooooooh fuck yesssssssss mmmmmm ahhhhhhh Lyssaaaaaaaa lick meeeeee!" Elisha squealed. "Ohhhhhh fucking yessssssss you're sooooooooo goooooooood! Making me cream your mouth and fuck your hot tongue! Ahhhhhhhh babyyyyyyyyy yesssssssss make me come! Make me pant and scream and come so hard against your face! Mmmmmmmmmm yessssss!!!"

Lying back for Alyssa and her well practiced tongue had Elisha's body coursing with energy. Her hands flailed about at first, splashing into the collected water pool on the shower floor, before they found a home on her own tits. Elisha played with her jiggling breasts the way Alyssa had, rubbing her nipples and making them tingle with pleasure.

Elisha had always envied the way some of the bustier girls she'd been with were able to lick their own nipples. It had always seemed like such a hot thing to do, but she'd never tried it on herself. She'd assumed her tits were too small. But Elisha was feeling frisky and flexible that morning and, as she squeezed and pushed her own breasts up, she leaned her head down and managed to successfully slide her tongue over her own hard nipple.

The success of her act had the blonde squealing in horny giddiness and she did it to herself again. But before she could go for a third round, she was stopped.

"I think it'll be easier if I do that," Jessica purred as she lowered her head down to Elisha's chest and started tonguing her nipples. The already swollen points were more than ready for some playtime and Jessica batted them around with her tongue, moving from tit to tit, before she got her soft lips around them.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Jesssssssss mmmmmmm yessssss get your mouth on my tits!" Elisha cried. "Give my tits a slutty tongue bath while I'm getting licked! Oooooooooh yessss you're both driving me wild!"

"Mmmmm really baby?" Jessica teased, letting Elisha's throbbing, red nipple fall from her lips with a sexy pop. "You gonna come already? You get your pussy nice and worked up from getting me off? You ready to cream Lyssa's hot face?"

"Yessssssssssss I'm so ready!" Elisha immediately answered. "I'm gonna fucking explode on her tongue!"

"Oooooh no...not yet," Jessica mischievously replied. "Not until I give you a reward for being so good to me."

That got Alyssa's attention and she pulled her mouth up from Elisha's pussy just long enough to get to the bottom of her housemate's statement.

"What kind of reward is this little slut gonna get?" Alyssa asked, grinning all the while.

"Get her on her hands and knees and I'll show you," Jessica replied before giving Elisha another kiss.

Alyssa quickly complied with the request, adjusting Elisha's position until she was in the classic doggie style pose. Even though she was being moved around like a puppet, Elisha didn't mind. She knew whatever Jessica had planned was going to feel good and she couldn't wait to find out what it was.

"So sexy," Jessica said with a lick of her lips as she fondled Elisha's bare, glistening ass. "A little birdie told me that you love it up the ass Elisha. She told me you had a lot of fun at the party getting Maria Menounos to fuck this pretty little hole."

Elisha blushed and giggled over Jessica's words. She knew that she had to be talking about Cameron and Elisha was already planning on finding a way to thank her friend for spreading the word about how much she'd loved what Maria had done to both of them.

"I do love it," Elisha panted in need, her voice almost a growl. "I love being fucked up my ass. Mmmmm I liked it when guys did it but girls are so much better. Are you gonna do it to me Jess? Are you gonna finger my ass?"

"Even better," Jessica replied before spitting into Elisha's puckered hole and then diving in with her tongue, licking up her own saliva and drooling even more wetness into her blonde lover.

"Oooooooooooooh!" Elisha cried giddily as Jessica began rimming her. That was followed by even louder, happier cries as Alyssa got her tongue back to work at her pussy.

Pleasure shook through Elisha's naked body as her pussy and ass were licked by two skilled, horny tongues. What had been a burning fire of lust inside her before was now a raging cauldron. Elisha knew there was no way she could withstand this pleasure and she tossed her head back to scream, sending her wet hair flying back and then right back onto her forehead.

Elisha didn't bother to brush it out of the way once it landed. She didn't care if she couldn't see. She just cared that she could feel each wet lick Alyssa and Jessica took against her wet holes. She felt their nails scraping against her ass cheeks as they grabbed a hold of her, spreading her open so they could tongue her even deeper. They both lapped away at her, working her over completely with their tongues and making her pant and scream and rock back and forth on her hands and knees.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!" Elisha roared as her orgasm began to set off chain reactions of ecstasy inside her, making her tits shake wildly while she rocked back and forth on the shower floor. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODAMNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"

Elisha cried her pleasure in happy shrieks but even though they had already set her off, Alyssa and Jessica didn't stop licking. Alyssa plunged her tongue deeper into Elisha's pink, using her stiff tongue like a cock and letting it get completely soaked in feminine essence while Jessica was more tender in her licking, rimming Elisha's tight, sexy asshole with sizzling wet licks. Jessica let her tongue slide all over the tender hole, teasing and tantalizing Elisha's sensitive hot spot until the blonde's knees gave out and she fell to the floor, still creaming and crying.

"Oooooooooooh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ooooooooooooh ooooooh..." Elisha panted and mewed as her chest heaved from lack of breath and her orgasm sent its final tremors through her. Elisha's brain was mush now from the pleasure, but she didn't mind. Water from the shower rained down on her face and all she could do was smile in utter satisfaction.

"Don'tcha just love a good shower," Alyssa laughed before giving Jessica a long kiss, returning the cum sharing favor from before.

"Mmmmm everything's better with friends," Jessica agreed after happily accepting Jessica's gift.

The two kissing girls then turned their attention to the blonde, giving Elisha some love as she cooled down from her sexual high. Alyssa and Jessica trapped her between them, kissing her everywhere they could reach with quick, wet pecks as Jessica pressed her body against Elisha's front and Alyssa took her back, sandwiching the young Canadian.

"I am so crashing on your couch from now until eternity," Elisha sighed dreamily, her orgasm caused smile not fading a bit while pleasure tremors traveled through her from Jessica's tits pressing against hers and the feel of Alyssa's still hard nipples on her back.

"If you stick around then you're gonna get more than my tongue up that tight little ass of yours," Jessica wickedly promised as she reached down and gave Elisha's butt cheeks a sexy squeeze.

"Yeah a tongue is good, but nothing beats a hot chick with a strap on fucking your ass," Alyssa agreed. Having both fucked many a girl up the ass and also spread her own cheeks for a waiting fake cock too many times to mention, Alyssa made that statement from experience.

Elisha had never been fucked up the ass by a strap on and the thought obviously turned her on as she squirmed a little on the shower floor, grinding herself against her lovers.

"Ooooh someone likes the sound of that," Jessica giggled, already thinking about taking Elisha by the hand and walking her naked up to her room so she could dive under her bed and pull out her strap on.

"Maybe," Elisha coyly replied. "I've never done that before though. I've let guys fuck me up the ass but I've never had a girl really fuck me there, except with fingers oooh and tongues of course."

"Poor baby, you're missing out," Alyssa teased, her hand caressing Elisha's wet face as water continued to pour down on them. "Having a cock up your ass that can never go soft is one of the best feelings in the world. You're depriving yourself."

"Well maybe you can help change that," Elisha suggested her horniness not fading even after her orgasm as she began grinding her ass against Alyssa, loving the feel of her soft pussy against her cheeks.

"Or maybe we should just send you up to Rose's room," Jessica evilly suggested. "She'd give you an assfucking you'll be feeling every time you move for the next week."

Elisha's eyes grew a little wider at the sound of that promise and she quickly glanced at her two girlfriends. She saw the faraway look in both Alyssa and Jessica's eyes as they thought back to past experiences with Rose and she knew they were telling her the truth about how hard she'd feel it.

"Have you had Mr. Snappy inside you yet?" Alyssa asked after breaking free of the memory she'd conjured up of the first time Rose shoved that glorious toy of hers up her ass.

"No," Elisha shyly admitted. "I've seen her use it and everything and I've heard stories but I've...you know...never..."

"Never gotten those tight holes of yours stretched out by it?" Jessica asked, attempting to finish Elisha's thought.

"Right," Elisha said, a nervous blush overtaking her. She'd heard plenty of things about Rose and her toy and she'd actually been a little intimidated by the prospect of submitting herself to the Rose treatment. But that fear hadn't stopped her from also getting turned on at the thought of giving it all up to the mansion's raven haired sex goddess.

"Well then you're not really one of us then," Alyssa laughed.

"What do you mean?" Elisha inquired.

"She means you haven't had your initiation yet," Jessica replied, immediately catching on to where Alyssa was going with this.

"Initiation?" Elisha repeated, playing along with growing interest.

"Mmmmhmmm you haven't really become one of us till Rose fucks you with Mr. Snappy," Alyssa declared. "All the girls here had to be initiated before they were allowed to play. Jewel...Jen...Christina...me..."

"And me," Jessica added, her pussy tingling at the memory of the time Rose had come to her room naked except for her toy and had ordered her down on her knees to start sucking.

"But you haven't been initiated yet Elisha," Alyssa pointed out. "Under the mansion rules we really should throw you out of here without your clothes and make you walk naked to the bus stop to get a ride out of Malibu."

"No please...not that," Elisha begged, playing helpless. "I'll do anything. Initiate me! Please! I want to follow the rules. What do I have to do?"

"Welllllllll I don't know, do you think we should make an exception for her Jess?" Alyssa playfully asked. "Do you think we should overlook the fact that this slut hasn't been initiated?"

"She does eat pussy really well," Jessica giggled. "It would be a shame to throw her out and never let her back in. Hey, do you think we could get her initiated this morning? I mean if we get her good and fucked then she won't be breaking the rules anymore."

"Yessssssss...initiate me...please..." Elisha groaned, grinding her body back and forth between Jessica and Alyssa, loving the direction this was going in.

"I think that's up to Rose," Alyssa said. "We'll just have to go see her and find out. Maybe if you're really nice to her Elisha, she'll have mercy on you and pound that pretty pussy of yours instead of tossing you out."

"Oooooooooh and my ass too?" Elisha hornily asked.

"You'll just have to come with us and find out," Jessica grinned as she got up and shut off the water. "I've got to warn you though, Rose can be very rough. I think Lyssa and I should come with you and make sure your delicate bod can take it."

"If you insist," Elisha smiled, her heart beating a little bit faster now as she and Alyssa both got up. She was getting a bit nervous about this "initiation" thing, but it was an excited kind of nervous because she knew that no matter how rough things got around here, there were always orgasms waiting at the end.

Up in the mansion's bedrooms, many of the girls were still just stirring awake and the ones that were up were in no hurry to leave their beds. Jennifer Aniston fell into the latter category. She'd been up for awhile but she hadn't moved out of bed for two reasons. The first was that she was way too comfortable between the sheets to start the day and second she didn't want to disturb her bed partner.

There were far worse ways to start off a morning than staring into Love's sleeping face and Jennifer couldn't help but smile as she kept her eyes locked on her gorgeous housemate. This had been a common vision for her to wake up to for the last few months and Jennifer once again gave a silent thank you for whatever force had blessed her with her friends.

These past months had been so difficult for Jennifer and there had been moments when she had felt almost overwhelmed with despair and regret. But those moments had never defeated her because of girls like Jewel and Rose and Gwen and Love. She still felt the deep ache that could only come from a broken heart, but there was one thing she was sure of. She wasn't alone and never would be as long as she had her housemates.

Everyone at the mansion had felt loss lately and while Jennifer wasn't the type to get caught up in her own ego and think everything was about her, she believed that no one had lost as much as she had. No one else had lost a husband and seen the dreams she had created for a family disappear into dust.

She and Brad had worked so hard to try and get things right again and to have everything explode was so disheartening.

Jennifer recognized she had started these troubles by hiding her secret life at the mansion from Brad. And after she'd been caught there had been so many times that she'd felt she'd lost her husband for good. But then there had been reconciliation and a renewed hope for Jennifer that the life and family she'd envisioned was still possible. She felt it was possible for her to have it all...a loving husband and beautiful female lovers.

But those hopes had just led to more heartbreak and what had plagued Jennifer the most about what had happened was that she couldn't shake the feeling she had been responsible. It had been her idea to start bringing her two lives together by bringing women into her bed with Brad.

Since everything had fallen apart for good Jennifer had asked herself again and again why she hadn't gone the simple route. There were so many girls in the mansion who would have been eager, even desperate, to have a threesome with her and Brad. Jennifer had fantasized about that so many times, but when it came down to making an invitation it hadn't been to any of her housemates and Jennifer had been wondering since then what had possessed her.

Brad had been just about to start filming Mr. and Mrs. Smith and, after the fun she had had with her in New York and at Sarah's party in Jamaica, Jennifer had decided to ask Angelina Jolie to join them. She had thought bringing in Angelina to their bed was one of the most erotic possibilities and that it would have been naughty and fun for Brad to get it on with one of his co-stars while she watched. But all it had led to was one night of pleasure and months of pain.

Jennifer had never dreamed that her fantasy threesome could end like it had. She had expected Angelina to come in and pleasure them both until they couldn't move and give them unimagined ecstasy, not steal her husband. Now Brad and Angelina were together and had just had their first child. Every magazine she saw just seemed to remind Jennifer of her pain.

It was like she couldn't escape it. Everything was "Brangelina" or "How is Jennifer coping?" None of the tabloids had even come close to getting the story right, but that hadn't stopped them from running every wild story they could come up with and each one had hurt Jennifer more. It just reminded her of what had really happened and made her wish even harder that she had never introduced Brad and Angelina.

If it hadn't been for her friends, Jennifer knew she would have been lost in her heartbreak. As it was, it felt like there had been a cloud over her head since Brad had left, but that hadn't stopped her friends from trying to cheer her up and she loved them for trying. They had tried everything to make her smile and make her feel good, but all the things they'd tried had only worked temporarily. Though she had to admit the sex they offered her was a hell of a fun distraction.

Jennifer wasn't so far gone that she didn't see light at the end of the tunnel. She knew her funk wouldn't last forever. Her wound was deep, but hearts did heal and Jennifer didn't feel so sorry for herself that she could imagine never being right again. She knew all she needed was a catalyst to force things along.

She didn't know what form that catalyst would take, but Jennifer was confident that it would come along, even if it was later rather than sooner.

As she reached forward and gently played with Love's hair, Jennifer thought back to that night in Jamaica. By pure dumb luck she had been the first one to find out Sarah's intentions when she had run into her in the hall just as she was going for the elevator.

Jennifer knew she could have prevented all this by stopping Sarah or running for everyone else to go after her and bring her back. But instead she had done nothing.

She had let Sarah just walk away with only the most basic of pleas not to. Jennifer had replayed that decision in her mind hundreds of times since that night and each time she came to the same conclusion. She had done the right thing.

It hadn't been her place to force Sarah into staying. This had been her decision to make and Sarah had made it. Jennifer hated what she had done, but she understood at least why Sarah had done it. Sarah was making the decision she felt was best for her marriage and Jennifer had seen just by one look at her face how much it was hurting her to leave.

Jennifer hadn't wanted to add to Sarah's pain. So she had done nothing that night and had never told her housemates what had happened. She knew what they never could, at least not yet. Everything that had happened with Brad had given Jennifer the maturity to make the decision to let Sarah choose her own path and as much as she wished Sarah had made a different choice, Jennifer had never felt guilty for not stopping her.

Love eventually began to stir and groan softly, indicating she was waking up. She shifted slightly on the bed, trying to fight it off, but she soon lost the battle and her eyes blinked open. When the morning blurriness subsided, Love saw Jennifer staring at her and she smiled.

"Morning," Love said, her voice groggy but clear.

"Hey sleepyhead," Jennifer replied tenderly, still playing with her bedmate's hair. "I see you had a late night."

"Did I wake you up last night?" Love asked.

"Just a little when you got back into bed," Jennifer answered. "I went right back to sleep though. Don't worry about it sweetie. What were you up to?"

"Mmmmm Laser Tag," Love said with a little giggle.

"Is that some kind of euphemism?" Jennifer wondered, searching her mind for any sex act she could associate with that expression.

"Nope," Love replied with a smile. "It was really Laser Tag. I was playing with the boys next door. I hadn't played that game since I was a kid with my brother and the neighbors and it was soooooooo much fun. I even got a few of them before they zapped me. I'm sorry I woke you though. I tried to be really sneaky and quiet about getting back into bed. Did you sleep ok?"

"Oh I tossed and turned a little bit too much, but other than that it was fine," Jennifer stated. "I'm surprised I didn't wake you in the night when I was rolling around and tugging on the sheets."

"I was up anyway, so I wouldn't have minded if you had," Love replied, playfully pulling herself on top of Jennifer and making sure she could feel how her nipples were starting to swell.

"So I can see," Jennifer said with a smile, her own nipples beginning to have a similar reaction in response to her sexy bedmate's actions.

Love leaned her face down and kissing Jennifer right on the lips. Her kiss quickly won the older woman over and Jennifer kissed her right back.

"I'm still a little sleepy," Love declared with a giggle. "Mmmmm wanna wake me up some more Jen? I owe you some fun after last night, you know."

"You don't even have to ask," Jennifer answered as her hands moved down to squeeze Love's bare ass. This was a wake up jolt that was better than any cup of coffee.

While others were just getting up, Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan had stayed within the pattern they had established over the past few hours since the morning sun had first stirred them both.

They would fuck then doze off then wake up again and fuck again and then doze back to sleep and then wake up and start it all over again. If it had been possible to subsist just on sleep and sex then neither girl would ever have left the guest room they had turned into their love nest.

But unfortunately life had demands that neither girl, especially with so many eyes on them, could escape. So, as she tried not to wake the softly sleeping Lindsay, Hilary started getting up. She wiggled herself away as gently as she could from her fellow teenager's embrace, wishing she never had to leave and she could stay here forever.

The trip down to Jamaica had truly been paradise for Hilary. Not only had she been a guest at an orgy with the most beautiful girls in the world, giving her a dream chance to fill her belly with girl cum from all those hot, pink pussies and quench the thirst for other girls she had been addicted to since her first visit to the mansion, but she had found herself a kindred spirit in the process.

Since they had gotten back home, Lindsay had been Hilary's partner in lesbian crime and things had been better between them than Hilary had ever dared imagine they could be when she had first placed that call to the redhead inviting her to the party.

As far as the world was concerned, the two teenagers still had a cold rivalry. But the truth was that the ice had been melted a long time ago by hot lust.

No one, save for their circle of friends in Malibu, had any idea that each and every second of free time the two girls had was spent with each other, kissing and touching and licking and doing all the fun things horny girls desperate for pussy did. It was hard to find chances sometimes, but they never let a single one go by wasted.

None of the gossip reporters ever dared picture the truth that Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan were no longer at each other's throats. Their hands were too busy ripping off each other's clothes whenever they could. Every chance they had, the two girls hooked up and there was no better place for them to sneak away too for their secret rendezvous than Malibu.

They stayed over as often as they could, enjoying not only each other's bodies, but the flavors of all the sexy girls there. Each teenager had a lust for girl sex that nothing could satiate and they had fit right into the flow of the mansion lifestyle, so much that they each had an open invitation to stay whenever they could.

Hilary wished she could make good on that invitation and never leave. Everything she had worked for all her life seemed meaningless now. She didn't want to live under her mother's rules anymore and the demands of trying to be an actress and a pop superstar were now nothing more than distractions from what she really wanted...to do nothing but fuck beautiful girls and lick them dry again and again until she passed out with a happy, cummy smile on her face.

Hilary longed to run away from her mother's constant orders that she do this and sing that and act in this and do a commercial for that and live here at the mansion and bring Lindsay with her so they never had to leave this beach paradise. But she knew she couldn't do that.

Deep down Hilary couldn't see herself standing up to her mother and that if she did, her mother would do anything she could to keep her away from her sexy friends. It was a fight Hilary was too afraid to take on.

Knowing that her mother would soon be looking for her, Hilary decided she had to leave before things got too late in the morning. She had told her mother that she had been staying at a friend's house and that simple story would hold as long as Hilary didn't give her mother any reason to be suspicious. That meant getting home when her mother wanted her to be and since she had to fight freeway traffic, Hilary knew she couldn't delay her departure even if all she wanted was to stay.

She and Lindsay had tossed their clothes all over the room last night almost as soon as they had gotten there and had happily hopped from room to room naked as babes before ultimately crashing where they'd started. Hilary quickly located her panties on the floor near the side of the bed and she didn't have to reach far to grab them.

Hilary sat up on the bed and, as she pulled her panties up over her otherwise naked body, she ended up waking her bedmate. Lindsay's eyes flickered open and she smacked her lips, smiling when she still tasted girl all over them. She rolled over expecting to find Hilary next to her and when all she got was empty bed, the redhead sat up and made a dive for her panty clad lover before she was able to get her feet on the ground.

"Noooooooooo..." Lindsay protested playfully as she dragged Hilary back into bed with her. "You can't leave me! I won't let you!"

Hilary reacted with a giggle and a kiss to Lindsay's waiting lips as soon as she turned around.

"I have to," Hilary insisted before helping herself to another kiss.

"No you don't," Lindsay countered most effectively before sucking Hilary's tongue into her mouth and rubbing their bare tits together. "Mmmmm you have to stay here and play with me. There's so much more I want to do to you."

Lindsay then added to her statement by reaching down to grab Hilary through her panties. She squeezed the teen's cheeks, getting happy squeals from her mouth while they kissed. The two girls rolled around the bed, never stopping their kiss, and ground their bodies together, the desire they had for each other's bodies not even close to being quenched despite a morning of orgasms.

Now that Lindsay's eyes were opened to the pleasure of sex with girls not a chance had gone by without her grabbing it. Paris Hilton had been shocked when Lindsay had made a move on her, but that hadn't stopped the two of them from spending hours getting very wet and naughty in a hot tub. A script conference with Samaire Armstrong on their movie set had ended up in what felt like a day long 69. Virginia Madsen had been eager to offer to advice to Lindsay on the set of Prairie Home Companion and the teenager had given her back so much more with her tongue and fingers. And it seemed like every night out at a club offered endless opportunities for chances to sneak away to dark corners for play time with horny, willing girls.

But the girl Lindsay had the most fun with was right here in bed with her. She couldn't get enough of Hilary. She loved how the blonde teenager seemed so wholesome to the world and was so very not in private.

Lindsay had often thought to herself over these past months how Hilary was the one getting all the good press and she was the one constantly being made into the slut of the year and while in reality, the truth was Hilary had been the one to corrupt her. It was one of life's ironies but all Lindsay really cared about was how good it felt to fuck her former rival and all the beautiful girls she was friends with.

The first time Hilary had brought her to the mansion, Lindsay felt like she had died and gone to heaven. It was just like the party in Jamaica every night, albeit on a much smaller scale. There had been beautiful girls willing and ready to not only satisfy all of Lindsay's desires but give her new ones as well to leave her pussy dripping all day and all night for female flesh.

Lindsay had never had a bondage fantasy in her life before Rose had taken her down to the dungeon, chained her up by her wrists and subjected her to the sting of a whip for the first time and now there were times when all she wanted was to surrender control and play slave to Rose's mistress, begging the raven haired sex goddess to beat her and fuck her without mercy.

Lindsay had never dreamed about having her pussy and ass stuffed full of hard plastic at the same time before Jewel and Christina had double penetrated her tight holes with their strap ons and now there were times when she didn't feel satisfied until she was double fucked. Just last night, Love and Jessica had filled her just like that with their strap ons and Lindsay was already wet with desire to feel it again.

And that didn't even cover how much she had learned to love new and kinky uses for candle wax, bananas, ball gags and, of course, school girl outfits one size too small. She loved playing dress up games with her friends here, getting into her sluttiest outfits to play like she was a hooker for them to pick up off the streets to buy the services of her tongue or a cheerleader who forgot her panties under her skirt and had to be punished.

One time she had even dressed up like a cop and had put on a show for everyone by "arresting" Hilary and making sure she was thoroughly strip searched and interrogated until the blonde "confessed" to being a dirty, pussy loving whore.

But the deliriously amazing sex wasn't the only reason Lindsay loved this place. It was also where she felt the most safe and happy in the world.

Her life was so crazy. She couldn't escape the pressure or the stress at work, at home or even when she was out at play. But here was her escape and the girls had been there for her when she had needed help the most.

Over the past months everyone had seemed obsessed with Lindsay's weight and her partying habits and whether or not she'd done drugs. If only they'd known the truth was that she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to sleep. She just wanted to fuck and, looking back, she admitted that she might have let things get out of hand for a bit.

Hilary had gotten really worried for her, told the others how she felt and finally it had been Jennifer Aniston and Alyssa Milano who had sat her down one night at the mansion and told her that she needed to take care of herself so she didn't just burn out before their eyes. She had brushed their concerns aside at first, but by keeping at her and showing they really had her best interests in mind above all, Lindsay had given in and let them help her. Now she could see how right they had been. She had been wasting away before their eyes.

Lindsay had only been too happy to place herself in their capable hands. They insisted she sleep more, spend more time with them and less with Nicole Richie and start gaining her weight back on a diet that naturally included liberal portions of pussy cream. Lindsay had no problem with that prescription and Jennifer and Alyssa had helped her when even her own mom couldn't reach her. Now Lindsay was looking healthier and feeling better than she had in a long time.

She loved it in Malibu and the only thing she wanted more than to stay at the mansion forever was for Hilary to stay with her.

"You don't have to go," Lindsay continued to insist as she rubbed her body against Hilary's and began working her lover's panties down her body. "You have to stay with me and lose these clothes. Mmmmm you gotta be naked like me."

Right then Hilary desperately wanted to be naked with Lindsay. She wanted to feel their bodies rub together and the wetness from their pussies mix as they kissed and touched and made so much sex noise that all the other girls from the mansion would want to join them. But, as the clock next to the bed made clear, she just couldn't.

"I can't," Hilary said glumly. "I have to go. My mom..."

Hilary didn't even have to finish her sentence because Lindsay knew what was coming next. Lindsay might have forgiven her fellow teen for their rivalry, but that didn't make her think any higher of Susan Duff, who had been poison to her in the press for years now.

"Ok baby...but call me today...promise?" Lindsay replied, reluctantly letting Hilary go from her embrace. "Text me. Email me. Just find a way to talk to me. I hate not being with you Hil."

"I promise I will," Hilary swore before the younger girl stole one last kiss from Lindsay before scooting off the bed, pulling her panties back up and beginning the search for the rest of her clothes. "I hate leaving too. I'm miserable when I'm not here with you."

"I just wish we could do this every day," Lindsay sighed as she rolled back into bed. "I hate when I can't see you Hil. I just wanna be with you and fuck you and just go completely wild. When I'm with you, it's the only time I really feel free."

Through all the drama in her life, Hilary and their Malibu escapades had been her calm port in the storm. Her father had made life so hard for her and her mom and even though Lindsay loved her mom more than anything she found herself both pulling away and unfairly lashing out at her.

She felt guilty about that, especially with the divorce and her dad in jail still making life miserable for them, but Lindsay hadn't been able to find the calm she needed with her mother.

Her mom had been borderline hysterical about everything lately and was keeping such a close eye on her, always wanting to know where she was going and if she was drinking or partying too much. Lindsay definitely understood why her mom was worried, but what she she needed was calm and relief and not an overprotective parent. Hilary and all their sexy friends gave her what she needed and what her mother couldn't give her.

With a little giggle to herself and a blushing smile crossing her face, Lindsay thought that she was actually getting what her mother needed most and that maybe she should share. Her mom seriously needed to calm down and relax and some hot, lesbian sex would have definitely made her mom smile again. It had certainly worked for her and Lindsay wondered if she should just send a hot girl to the house to get her mom laid so things could be calmer there.

But that would never work, unfortunately. Her mother was pretty liberal about things, but she still freaked out about lesbianism for some reason. She always had for as long as Lindsay could remember.

"Mothers..." Lindsay groaned in frustration while lying flat on her back. "They always ruin all the fun."

"Tell me about it," Hilary said, yanking on her jeans and giving Lindsay a great view of her softly jiggling tits as she rooted around the mess of clothes on the floor for her bra and shirt. "I can't wait to get away from mine and get here again. But I'm starting to run out of excuses to sneak away."

"Me too," Lindsay sighed. "I'm running out of sick friends to visit or out of town meetings I'm pretending to go too. I feel bad about lying to my mom all the time about where I am, but she just wouldn't understand."

"My mom would lock me up for a million years if she knew," Hilary claimed, thinking that a million years might even have been a conservative estimate. If her mom found out what she had been up to, Hilary thought she probably would have dragged her off to one of those places where they were supposed to cure you from being a lesbian or something.

"Well then I'd just have to come rescue you, wouldn't I?" Lindsay grinned, getting on her hands and knees to crawl to the edge of the bed so she could pull Hilary in for another kiss. "Just promise to call me today, ok? I wanna see you tonight."

"I'll definitely call," Hilary promised before snapping her bra on and poking her head through her t-shirt and hoping that somehow the god of excuses would send her a good one to tell her mom so she could get out and see Lindsay again today. "Mmmm I'll be texting you before I'm even in the car. But I gotta go. Shit, I'm gonna be late. I gotta go now."

"Fine, leave me," Lindsay playfully grumbled before giving Hilary a slap on the ass through her jeans. "But I'm totally gonna make you pay for it later."

"Mmmmm I hope that's a promise," Hilary giggled before blowing Lindsay a kiss and running off.

Just as Hilary was zipping out the door out the door hoping to get back home before her absence became too conspicuous, Rose McGowan was beginning to consider actually getting out of bed, before deciding firmly against it. There was absolutely no earthly reason to not sleep in till at least noon today.

So, with a defiant groan, Rose pulled the covers up over her head and turned her body away from the morning sun that was beginning to seep through the blinds. But despite her unwillingness to get up and at them, Rose was feeling good that morning.

In fact she was feeling better than she had in a long time. She had a feeling today was going to be an amazing day and that was always welcome after the emotional roller coaster they had all been on lately.

Sarah leaving out of the blue had been a blow to all of them, but Rose had felt especially blindsided. She had never dreamed Sarah would leave them, especially after all the things, both good and bad, they had been through.

Rose had always assumed that Sarah would come to her senses and dump Freddie, hopefully at the most humiliating and emasculating opportunity possible. That was one of the reasons Rose had helped organize the party. She wanted Sarah to realize no man could treat her as good as women could.

Having Sarah not only go through with the wedding, but leave them all behind cold had shocked Rose and her anger had been obvious. Though Christina would later make her reaction seem mild by comparison, Rose had been furious at Sarah. She had wanted to rip her note into a million pieces, get the first flight back to California and drag her back by her hair and lock her in the dungeon until she had been properly punished for her betrayal.

But Rose had restrained herself. The sight of a sobbing Love, completely devastated by Sarah leaving, had convinced her that flying off the handle would not have been particularly constructive. So she had held back and let her rage subside, only to be replaced by confusion and wonder about how and why Sarah could possibly have made the choice she did.

Showing hurt in front of her housemates wasn't something Rose did. Ever. She enjoyed her reputation in the house. She didn't want them to think she was unfeeling, but she loved how they saw her as a sexual animal, always in control and never in doubt.

Of course Rose knew if her housemates knew the whole truth about her then they wouldn't want to look at her at all. It was her greatest fear. She had spent her whole life running from what had happened to her in Portland and to lose the best thing that had ever happened to her because of it would have been a blow Rose knew she never would be able to recover from.

She couldn't risk them finding out and that had led to her falling prey to Jaime...the one person she had ever entrusted with the secret and the one who had used it on her like a weapon to control her and force her into submission to virtual sexual slavery.

But Rose didn't want to think about that now. Jaime was in jail and she was safe from her. Rose didn't want to be afraid. She wanted to feel good. Shoving thoughts of Portland and Jaime out of her mind, Rose tried to get herself back into the relaxed state she had been in before and forget about any potential worries.

The specter of the still pending criminal charges still lingered in her mind from time to time, but Rose had managed to ignore it. At first there had been some bad publicity for it, but as more and more details emerged about what had provoked Rose that night there had been more understanding and Rose felt like her career had actually benefited from it. She had even gotten a part in the new Brian DePalma movie and Rose surmised the little air of danger around her probably helped.

Rose had long ago decided not to think about the possibility of going to jail. She'd let her lawyer worry about that. She wasn't going to go to jail for protecting someone she loved. She had done nothing wrong and wouldn't waste a second worrying about it.

As far as she was concerned she would ignore it until it went away. Besides, the criminal justice system moved at a much slower pace than an average Law & Order episode. So it wasn't like she had to do anything. Her lawyer had been calling a lot lately, but she hadn't returned any of his calls. She'd do it later. She had more fun things to focus on.

It was much more pleasant to just lie in bed and remember how she'd been able to bury her face into Jewel's pussy last night while Christina had sucked Mr. Snappy into her eager mouth and gotten it wet and ready for her to ride it and how Christina's cum had just lubed her toy up to slide right into Gwen and Love and between Jewel's incredible tits and even Lindsay Lohan's tight little teenage ass. Sarah had no idea what she was missing.

A satisfied smile crossed Rose's lips over the erotic memories and just as she began summoning the picture of Jennifer licking both Hilary and Lindsay last night back and forth to make sure they were wet enough for her to fuck them with her favorite toy, there was a knock on her door.

At first Rose intended to ignore it so she could fall back asleep dreaming nasty sex dreams, but the knocking persisted and finally Rose gave up the fight.

"I'm coming...I'm coming...chill the fuck out," Rose grumbled as she flung away the bed sheets and proudly strode to the door completely naked.

The thought of throwing on some clothes never even occurred to Rose. Why hide a body that everyone at the mansion had already seen and already enjoyed multiple times? Besides Rose always enjoyed seeing the flustered look on someone's face when they were able to get a surprise gawk at her bare body.

What did occur to Rose was to give whoever was at the end of the door a little reminder about how it wasn't nice to wake sleeping lionesses. But those thoughts disappeared the second she flung open the door and was greeted by a surprise of her own...the equally naked, wet and giggling bodies of Elisha, Jessica and Alyssa.

"Ummmm hey..." Elisha said, a nervous, but exciting blush overtaking her once again while a smile stretched across her face.

"Go on...tell her what you want..." Alyssa said, giving Elisha a little push from behind.

"Mmmm we're here for my initiation," Elisha grinned, finding her words as she stepped into Rose's room and embraced the brunette, pressing their naked bodies together as their lips met in a sizzling kiss that Rose immediately responded to.

If there was one thing Rose especially loved about the mansion it was initiating newbies. She hadn't quite gotten around to Elisha yet, but there was no time like the present to get Mr. Snappy some love. Thoughts of sleep were history now and had been replaced by ones of a spirited morning fuck.

It looked like her optimism was well placed. It was definitely going to be a good day.

With a sigh, Sarah Michelle Gellar turned over under the sheets. She'd been tossing and turning for what felt like hours and none of it had done any good. She'd been up all that time and there was no longer any possibility of her going back to sleep. She didn't even particularly want to go back to sleep. Sarah just didn't want to get up.

There had been many mornings that had started out like this and lately they had become more frequent. Most days her life was full of certainty about what she didn't want, not what she did. She had never felt so restless in her life. She was anxious and jumpy and had found herself longing more and more for the hours to pass so she could get back to sleep and waste away hours in unconsciousness where all of this weight wasn't pressing down on her.

But even sleep wouldn't bring relief to Sarah. Her nightmares had started again. In the immediate aftermath of her attack, Sarah had been plagued by nightmares. She had relived her stabbing over and over again through those nightmares but they had faded with time. Now they had returned and, unlike before, Sarah woke up feeling alone and terrified.

Before she'd always felt the fear subside when she realized she was safe, but now all she woke up to was the pounding of her own heart inside her chest and the sound of Freddie snoring away, completely unaware his wife was drenched in her own cold sweat. It took longer for the fear to pass now. She no longer felt safe. She no longer felt protected and it wasn't hard for Sarah to realize why.

The mansion had been more than just a place for her every sexual fantasy to come true. It might have been that at first, but it had become so much more.

It had been her security blanket and every time she had felt scared or insecure Sarah had wrapped herself in the support and love of her friends to make herself feel better. But that was gone now and Sarah felt the loss hardest during her most vulnerable moments.

Since she had left in the middle of the night in Jamaica, a day hadn't gone by without Sarah wondering how her friends were doing and what they were doing and whether or not they missed her now that she was gone. Hours would go by where she would just sit and think about the girls she had left behind and sometimes the regret would be so powerful that Sarah couldn't stop herself from crying, the tears still as hot as they had been that night when she had left her note and run off without saying goodbye.

Each time she felt that guilt, Sarah told herself that she'd done the right thing for her marriage and herself. She had seen the toll living two lives had taken on Jennifer and she couldn't do that to herself or to Freddie. She had to commit herself to her marriage even if it cost her her best friends.

They had shared such wonderful times and Sarah treasured her memories, but she wanted her marriage to work. She wanted a family. Freddie was her husband now and Sarah knew she could no longer keep her beautiful girlfriends in her life.

She told herself she couldn't look back, but she hated how she had left them. It had been so cowardly and Sarah knew it. She had been unable to face her housemates with her decision then and she couldn't even do it now. She hadn't spoken to any of them since that night. Not Jennifer. Not Jewel. Not Rose. And especially not Love.

Sarah could still vividly remember Love begging her not to marry Freddie and stay with them. She had barely been able to look Love in the eye during her pleas and Sarah knew she couldn't stand having to see that sweet, beautiful heart breaking as she told her why she couldn't be with them anymore. Sarah had never wanted to cause any of them pain, but she knew she had and it still filled her with guilt even after the passage of so much time.

She longed to call them or see them. Not for sex. Sarah just wanted to know they were ok and that they didn't hate her. But that was exactly why she couldn't see them. She knew they had to hate her for what she had done and Sarah was afraid to see their pain and feel their anger.

The only girls with any connection to the mansion that Sarah had seen since then were Alyson and Reese. She could never cut off her best friend and Sarah and Reese had been friends long before she had gone to Malibu and she hadn't wanted that to end. But Sarah had made them promise never to mention the mansion or say if they had seen or heard from any of the girls. Sarah was too afraid of finding out how much pain she'd caused her friends to want to know what was happening there, even as she found herself wondering about it daily.

Sarah didn't know if Alyson and Reese ever visited it anymore, but she secretly hoped they did. She didn't want her friends to not feel the pleasure of another woman's touch too because deep down, it wasn't just the friendships Sarah missed.

She missed the pleasure. She missed the exquisite orgasmic ecstasy that only another woman could make her feel. The way her girlfriends knew so many ways to make a woman come and were always eager to try them all out on her. Sarah missed the taste...the touch...the feel of women. She missed it all.

Now that she was married, Sarah felt what Reese had been suffering from before she brought her into her secret world in Malibu. For the first time in years, Sarah was feeling sexually unsatisfied. She had once thought that those complaints were exclusive to Reese's marriage to Ryan but now Sarah found herself in the same position as her friend.

There was no way Freddie could compare to the touch of her female lovers and Sarah found herself growing more desperate to let loose and indulge herself in the forbidden pleasure the way Reese had with her those blissful few years ago. Sarah told herself she was afraid to face her housemates, but she also knew another reason she wasn't so eager to own up to was her fear if she did see them, she wouldn't be able to control herself around them.

Sarah told herself she couldn't go back now. If she did she knew she would never leave. She'd end up breaking her marriage vows in a frenzy of pussy-starved longing and she'd promised to never do that. Sarah felt like a drug addict or something...desperate for one more fix but knowing no good could ever come from it.

Sure she would have felt more than enough pleasure to make her pent up horniness disappear, but how could she return to her marriage bed after that? How could she look Freddie in the eye? How could she continue living her dream of having a family if she tossed her vows away for a quick orgasm...or two...or three...or more...

Before Sarah could get any further in her thoughts the door to her bedroom opened up and she jolted up with a start.

"Ohhhhhhhh Mrs. Prinze...I did not know you were still in here," Rosa, Sarah and Freddie's maid said apologetically. "I can come back later."

"No Rosa, it's ok," Sarah said, happy to finally have something to motivate her out of bed. "I shouldn't have been sleeping so late. I'll get up so you can make the bed."

Pulling herself out from between the sheets, Sarah felt the stickiness and lethargy that could only come from sleeping too late. She really needed a shower and she went straight for the bathroom, giving one look behind at Rosa as she began making the bed.

Mrs. Sarah Prinze. Sarah still hadn't gotten used to hearing it. She still used Sarah Michelle Gellar to work, but legally she was Sarah Prinze and she couldn't help but get thrown for a loop when Rosa called her that every time they spoke. She figured she'd be used to it after all these months, but she wasn't.

Of course Sarah also couldn't help but look at Rosa and remember her former maid. The very nice middle-aged Peruvian mother of four was a great maid and the household was in perfect working order, but to Sarah no one could ever replace Michelle.

Rosa did a much better job with the cleaning than the blonde French girl ever had, but keeping the mansion spotless had never been Michelle's main job. As long as the dust bunnies didn't invade, the laundry was done and her tongue was available, Michelle had been the best maid ever.

As she turned on the water in the shower and pulled her the long t-shirt she had slept in over her head, Sarah couldn't help but remember all the times her beautiful blonde maid had awoken her with her talented tongue, licking her right out of dreamland into a delightful morning orgasm. And that wasn't her only talent, Sarah fondly recalled when she pushed her hand between her legs and teased her small bush of dark hair.

The blonde actress sighed as she thought back to all the times Michelle had shaved her pussy to a baby smooth state and proceeded to lick every inch to make sure she hadn't missed a hair. Since leaving the mansion Sarah had stopped shaving herself bare. She didn't have a particular reason why she did. She just kind of felt that had been something special for her girlfriends and there was no longer any reason to do it.

It wasn't like she had a jungle down there or anything. As always Sarah kept the reminder of her natural dark hair color between her legs nice and neat. She did miss the touch of Michelle's razor though and, as she stepped under the hot water and let it wash the sleep away, Sarah grew eager to feel it again.

There had been many occasions when Michelle had joined her in the shower to make sure she had been properly groomed. Sarah wished it was one of those times now. The memories were so clear that Sarah could practically see the blonde maid naked kneeling before her and feel the glide of the razor against her flesh. Michelle had always left her pussy tingling after shaving her and Sarah felt her sex stir as she remembered how horny it had made her feel.

Sighing happily and closing her eyes, Sarah reached down between her legs and began to gently rub her slit with her thumb as the rest of her hand cupped her mound. She was getting hot and wet and though she refrained from the real thing, Sarah didn't always stop herself from indulging when the memories of lovers past filled her head.

A smile crossed Sarah's lips as she began picturing Michelle shaving her pussy and leaving it smooth and glistening and ready to be licked. Her housemates had always been so eager to offer their tongues up to her and Sarah wished they were here now.

She wanted to feel Love licking her. She wanted the sweet brunette's happy tongue lapping at her pussy, getting her even wetter and making her ache with need to have her clit tended to. Mmmm but Love wouldn't have been alone. There had always been plenty of room for more in the showers back in Malibu.

Sarah's rubbing got faster and soon her thumb had stopped teasing her lips and had moved aside for two of her fingers to plunge inside her needy pinkness. That got a loud gasp from Sarah over the rush of the shower water and her free hand moved to her breasts, grabbing at the firm mounds and pinching at her nipples just like Sarah wanted Rose to be doing.

Rose had always known how to make things hurt so good and Sarah just wanted to feel her pinching and biting at her nipples, making them swell and cap off her tits like diamonds. With her eyes closed Sarah found it so easily to picture Rose sucking on her tits while Love fed off her pussy and imagine the feel of Jennifer's tits pressing against her back as she kissed her neck and made sure she felt the wetness of her pussy against her bare ass.

Sarah moaned and thrust into herself harder as she remembered so vividly the feel of a woman's arousal against her flesh. She wanted Jennifer grinding into her, rubbing her pussy against her ass cheeks and whispering into her ear that she was going to be licking her soon and telling her how much she wanted to 69 with her in the shower.

The wetter she got, the more scattered Sarah's thoughts became. She wanted to remember everything and have it flood her brain with hot images to get her off. Sarah wished it wasn't her fingers in her pussy. She wanted it to be Jennifer's. She wanted to have her sexy older housemate lying on top of her, feeding off her juicy cunt while she gave back the same treatment. Sarah wanted to be rocking back and forth with her on the shower floor in their 69 as Jewel's tongue teased her slit too, running up between her cheeks with her soft, hot licks while Sarah heard the cries of ecstasy that could only come from Love when she had Mr. Snappy fucking her hard and deep.

Sarah had loved watching Rose take Love like that so many times during their days and nights in Malibu...her big tits shaking like mad as Rose pounded her doggie style. Sometimes Sarah had let those tits slap her face and then opened wide to taste her nipples and other times Sarah had grabbed Love's head and shoved her all too willing face right into her pussy to get some head while she was being fucked.

As her knees got weaker and her fingering got more frantic, Sarah pictured them all naked in the shower, water pouring off their bodies as Love, Jennifer and Jewel got on their hands and knees, pushing their asses in the air for Rose to fuck them. As Rose drove her amazing strap on into their holes, Sarah would have joined in by fucking the face of whatever slut was being stuffed by fake dick.

She would have pushed her pussy into the faces of each and every one of her beautiful housemates, leaving Jen then Jewel then Love covered in her cum as Rose fucked them into quivering ecstasy as Jessica, Alyssa, Christina and Britney had impatiently waited for their chance to lick and get fucked.

By now Sarah was gasping as she pictured a tangle of naked girls in the shower with her. Her hand worked over her pussy with three fingers, stretching out her tightness and making her forget about her frustration guilt.

Sarah pumped into her cunt and mauled her own tits while picturing herself moaning into Jessica's cleavage while Christina and Alyssa double tongued her pussy and Britney pushed a toy into her ass and told her Alyson was coming over and bringing Charisma Carpenter, Eliza Dushku and little Michelle Trachtenberg for another Buffy fuck fest.

Oh God...she wanted them all. She wanted to fuck her housemates. She wanted to taste their pussies again and feel their tits against hers while they kissed. She wanted her friends and co-stars and all those nasty bitches that had fucked themselves silly at her party. Girls like Natalie Portman and Charlize Theron and Jennifer Garner and Mandy Moore...all those fucking sluts she had never tasted and desperately hungered for every time she saw them on TV or in a magazine.

As she furiously masturbated herself under the water, gasping and moaning with growing volume, Sarah longed to surrender to her desires and go wild once more. She wanted to be a pussy starved slut, eating all the hot girls she knew and letting them fuck and lick and suck all her hot spots until she just blacked out from all the ecstasy.

Sarah wanted what had happened at her party to happen again only times a million. She needed it. She needed it so fucking bad.

Sarah had long ago captured her clitoris and, as she pictured Jennifer slapping her ass for being a sneaky little whore while she fed off Rose's molten, dripping pussy and heard the sounds of all her nasty dyke fuck friends strapping on toys to fuck her over and over again, she pinched her bud hard and rubbed it until the desired result spilled out of her.

With a roar into the shower stream, Sarah exploded onto her hand, soaking her fingers in feminine essence.

As a dreamy smile filled her face, Sarah's legs finally gave out and she slumped down onto her ass, her pussy juices being washed away by the hot water. The touch of her own hand was nothing compared to what a female lover could make her feel, but it would have to do and Sarah was desperate for any orgasms she could get.

But as quickly as the pleasure had filled her body, it had faded and Sarah didn't have to open her eyes to remember that her friends were not in the shower with her. She was all alone with the hot water.

Her smile turned into a sorrowful frown as Sarah pulled herself up and got back to the task of showering. This had not been an isolated incident. There had been many mornings where Sarah had ended up masturbating herself to orgasm in the shower. In fact her fingers and shower massager had become much more adept at getting her off than Freddie had been lately.

Though the pleasure was always welcome, it left Sarah feeling lonely with a disturbing thought and this morning was no different. In fact it was stronger than ever today.

If a quick fingering in the shower was the only respite she got from guilt and misery, then had Sarah sacrificed what she had enjoyed most only to end up feeling lost and alone? Had she made the biggest mistake of her live by leaving the mansion?

Back in Malibu there was no self doubt in Jessica Alba's life as she sat on her bed completely naked while she brushed her wet hair and put off getting dressed as long as possible. She still had the dampness of her shower clinging to her skin and the scent of body lotion tickled her nose and made her smile. She was one happy, glistening girl right then.

The activity in Rose's room had forced Jessica to seek another shower and it was just as well because the first one she'd taken hadn't actually involved much cleaning. Watching Elisha get "initiated" by Rose and her favorite toy had caused Jessica to work up quite a sweat and that hadn't been helped by her and Alyssa's decision to join in the fun.

That had only gotten Jessica sweatier but she hadn't minded a bit and the ecstasy still tingled inside her as she sat naked and remembered how amazing it had felt to push Rose flat on her back and ride Mr. Snappy with frantic bounces that had made her whole body jiggle in all the right ways. And just when she had thought it couldn't get any better, Alyssa had crawled behind her, spread open her cheeks and started rimming her.

Alyssa and Rose's combined efforts had set off an explosive orgasm inside her and, even after the thorough tongue bath Elisha gave her sweaty body, Jessica had found herself in need of her second shower of the morning.

This time had been a solo effort. Jessica had left Elisha at the mercy of the mansion's two witches and this time she had actually managed to get herself clean.

But now as she finished brushing her hair, Jessica was already thinking about getting dirty again. She just loved how this place made her feel. She was so alive when she was here and she could never get enough. There was no such thing as too much girl sex and even a moment away from a hot woman's touch and tongue left her pining for it. The longing for more girl sex didn't fade a bit as Jessica's cell phone suddenly rang.

Pausing for a second to debate whether to pick up or continue on her way to what was likely going to be a satisfying session with one of her toys, Jessica eventually reached for her phone and opened it. The personalized ring tone of the Charlie's Angels theme music told her exactly who it was and Jessica didn't want to miss the call.

"Hey sweetie," Jessica said with a smile as she flipped open her phone.

"Ok, confess you slut. What have you done with my friend?" Cameron Diaz playfully demanded from the other end. "Elisha's not answering her phone. You got her tied up in the dungeon or something?"

"Mmmmm now that's a thought," Jessica giggled, her horniness kicking up a notch at the sound of her friend's sexy voice. "I don't think you'll be seeing that little cutie anytime soon. We liked her so much, we're gonna keep her."

"Hell no. I got dibs on that girl," Cameron insisted. "You gotta give her back."

"Why don't you try and come get her then?" Jessica saucily suggested. "Maybe you can lick your way to Elisha's freedom."

"Yummy," Cameron moaned at the thought. "Don't think I wouldn't be on my knees in a second to do that."

"So what do I owe the honor of this call? Did you really want to know what we'd done with your friend or did you call up just to see if I was up for a little phone fun?" Jessica asked. She had always loved flirting and flirting with girls was even more fun than it had been with any mere boy.

"A little of both..." Cameron replied. "I just wanted to see what was going on there and Heesh wasn't answering her phone and neither was Jen so I..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh so I was your third choice, was I?" Jessica mock pouted. "Real nice Camie. Now you're definitely not getting Elisha back, bitch."

"Nooooo it's not like that!" Cameron shot back with a laugh. "I also wanted to see if you wanted to get together later. You know get lunch...do some shopping...make out...girl stuff."

That got a laugh out of Jessica. She and Cameron had known each other for a while but hadn't really bonded until Sarah's party. Between all the fucking they had hit it off and Jessica had ended up doing a spot with Cameron for her MTV show, where she had gotten to know her even better.

Naturally when the cameras weren't rolling, the two had created plenty of footage that was way too hot for MTV. When they weren't shooting, Jessica and Cameron had barely paused in their licking to come up for air and that vacation had been quite an orgasmic one for both of them, not to mention the female hotel staffers and film crew girls they had managed to seduce into their beds.

Now they had a real friendship growing and Jessica was always eager to see the bubbly blonde. But she decided to play a little hard to get first.

"Well considering you just totally dissed me you're not going to dig your way out of trouble that easily," Jessica teased. "I'm just going to have to see if I can fit you into my busy schedule."

"Awwwwww..." Cameron whined. "C'mon Jess, I know you want to. Mmmm I can show you how sorry I am for having dissed you. I know just how to make you forgive me. Sound good?"

That sounded very good to Jessica but the truth was she didn't really feel like going out. She wanted this to be a lazy Saturday around the mansion. Fortunately there was an obvious compromise at hand.

"I like that idea," Jessica smiled. "But if you want me you're going to have to come and get me. Stop on by the mansion today. If you're a good girl, we might even let you borrow your friend back for a bit."

"I'll be a very good girl," Cameron wickedly promised. "Mmmm unless you make me want to be bad."

"It's a date then," Jessica said. "Get your ass over here as soon as you can, Camie. Maybe you and I can cheer up Jen in the process too."

"How's she doing?" Cameron asked, her voice concerned for the well being of her friend, co-star and, most importantly, first female lover.

"I think she's ok...but I don't really know," Jessica admitted. "I mean every time I think she's totally fine, there's another magazine or some new story about Brad and Angelina or the baby and I can see how much she's hurting."

"Damn," Cameron sighed. "It never fucking stops does it. Goddamn tabloids."

"Yeah," Jessica agreed. Jennifer and Cameron had certainly suffered through more than their share of tabloid tangles and, now that her star was rising, Jessica was getting a harsh lesson in what they had gone through.

"We gotta get that cloud off her head," Cameron said. "Maybe we should pick her up a high class hooker or something? I wonder if you can go get pussy gift wrapped?"

The suggestion had both girls laughing, but to Jessica there was a gem of an idea in there.

"You know that's not a bad thought," Jessica said. "Maybe she just needs a hot girl to stop her blues? Someone new. I mean she hasn't brought anyone new into the mansion since she and Brad split. I know a new fuck friend would cheer me up."

"Well who could we get?" Cameron began. "I mean we'd need someone one of us knows and could talk into doing this and someone Jen has never been with."

"Someone exotic," Jessica added. "Hmmmm and someone she'd be surprised by."

"Yeah but who..." Cameron said before she was suddenly struck by inspiration. "Holy shit! I've got it! I know the perfect girl!"

"Who? Who?" Jessica eagerly demanded. She didn't know how they had even gotten into this crazy discussion. Were they really going to get Jen a hot girl? If they were it wasn't the worst way she had ever heard to try and make someone happy.

"She's absolutely perfect...all that we need plus with great tits..." Cameron excitedly replied, the wheels in her head whirling at top speed.

"Then tell me already!" Jessica insisted. "Who is she?"

When Cameron told Jessica the name she had to admit that she was perfect for the job.

"Ohmygawd! She's really hot! But will she go for it?" Jessica asked. "She doesn't seem the type to be into it."

"You'd be surprised at what she's into," Cameron coyly responded. "Mmmm and I've done the taste test with her so I know Jen is gonna love her. And she's in town. It's too perfect. I'll go set it up."

"What should I do?" Jessica asked.

"Just get that sexy body of yours ready for when I get over there," Cameron said. "I'll make sure we'll all have some real nasty fun together. I've just gotta take care of a few things and go get her, but don't wear Elisha out because I'm gonna be there in a few hours and then all of your asses are gonna be mine."

That promise was music to Jessica's ears and she was beaming with anticipation by the time she ended her call with Cameron. She had lost track of how many times she'd come that morning, but she was craving more like a girl sex addict and she couldn't wait to experience each and every trick Cameron and her friend were gonna use on all of them at the mansion.

But before Jessica could get too lost in picturing what erotic delights lay ahead for her, her phone rang again. This time there was no personalized ringtone to signify one of her special friends. And she didn't recognize the number calling her, but she answered anyway. She was curious who this mystery caller could be.

"Hello?" Jessica said with a great deal more hesitation and shyness then when she had greeted Cameron before. Only a select group of people had this number so she doubted it was some creep or stalker or anything, but Jessica liked knowing who she was talking to.

"Hey. Jessica?" a female voice asked.

"Yeahhhhhh," Jessica replied, wondering even more who this was. She recognized the voice. She knew she'd heard it before. She just didn't remember where or when or who the voice belonged to. It was definitely a sexy voice, though, so that at least set Jessica's mind at ease as the mystery was revealed.

"Ohhhh wow, I can't believe I actually got you," the voice said a little nervously, but with growing excitement. "I thought I'd just leave a message or something. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually pick up. It's Stacy. Stacy Keibler. You remember me?"

Jessica's mind was suddenly filled with visions of exquisite 42-inch legs and one of the most perfect asses she had ever seen in her life.

"How could I forget?" Jessica dreamily replied. The one time she had been with Stacy had been one of her most memorable encounters and the sight of the blonde's gorgeous naked body as she and her friend Trish Stratus seduced her into joining their naughty fun was burned in her brain forever.

Jessica's response got a little giggle from Stacy.

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten me," Stacy said. "Cause I sure haven't forgotten you, Jessica. I've been meaning to call you up so many times since last time we saw each other, but I kept chickening out. I didn't know if you'd remember me or want to get together again."

"Awwww why'd you feel that way?" Jessica asked. "I would have loved to see you again Stacy. You were so beautiful. I loved being with you. Mmmmm and I hear you've been up to a lot since then you naughty girl. I've heard lots of stories about you and your friends."

"Trish told you, huh?" Stacy replied with another of her sexy little laughs. "Good. I'm glad you know. I hope those stories turned you on."

"Mmmmhmmm Trish told me and so did Christy," Jessica said, referring to Trish and Stacy's former fellow Diva Christy Hemme, who had been another enthusiastic notch on Jessica's bedpost of hot female wrestlers. "And they definitely got me going. You girls are wild. I loved hearing about what you've been up to."

Jessica never would have ever expected she would become some kind of magnet for the most beautiful girls the WWE offered. Her experiences with watching professional wrestling had been brief and she still couldn't see the appeal in it as much as she tried to watch and get into it for Trish's sake. But she had no trouble seeing the appeal of WWE's gorgeous Divas.

It had all started when Amy Dumas, better known to WWE fans as Lita, had guested on Dark Angel. Jessica had been in lust at first sight with the athletic redhead and it hadn't taken long for her to get Amy in her trailer for some incredible girl on girl fun. That had only led to more as her time with Amy led Jessica to meet Trish Stratus and, a sauna fuck later, the leggy Stacy Keibler.

Jessica had just spent her Christmas with two more WWE Divas, Christy Hemme and Maria Kanelis, and she had found out her exploits with the girls had become a sort of legend within the company. Apparently Trish, Amy and Stacy had been telling everyone how amazing she was and Jessica certainly appreciated the compliment.

Stacy had visited the mansion once with Amy and Jessica had hooked up with Trish a few times since that day in the sauna, becoming pretty good friends with her in the process. Stacy had actually been on Jessica's mind over the last few months since there had been so many reminders of her beauty.

"I've been meaning to call you too," Jessica admitted. "I got so into Dancing With The Stars this year and I was totally rooting for you. I think I broke my phone voting for you over and over again. I was so pissed that you lost though. I mean I sort of thought Drew was gonna win, but Jerry Rice? That was just crazy. I thought the voters were nuts. I was totally screaming at the TV that night when they announce the results. But congratulations on making it that far. You were unbelievable. Mmmm every time I saw you dance I thought about how hot you are."

"Thanks," Stacy replied, her voice showing she was quite happy to know Jessica had been watching. "I never thought it was going to be that hard, but it was so much fun. I don't think I've ever done anything that much fun in my life before. It was so amazing."

"Nothing more fun than that?" Jessica asked skeptically. "Are you sure there's nothing more fun than dancing?"

"Well...I can think of one thing more fun than dancing," Stacy relented. "Mmmm and that's why I'm calling. I...ummm...God, I feel like such a slut...but I gotta see you Jessica. Please say you can see me today."

"Oh I can definitely find time for you Stacy," Jessica replied. "I hope you're in town though, because I don't exactly have a private jet waiting for me."

"Oh yeah, I'm in L.A. meeting with my agent today," Stacy said. "I'm really close to you. I need to see you Jess. I can't be in town again and not make time to see you. I've been going crazy lately and mmmmmm you're the one I want to help me relax."

This was a very unexpected opportunity, but it was one Jessica eagerly welcomed. While Stacy had been to the mansion before, it had been a while back. She hadn't even been a housemate then and now that she had her own room here, and felt much more comfortable making herself at home, she definitely wanted Stacy to come back for a lot more fun than before.

She could tell there was a lot of horny tension in Stacy's voice. Jessica knew that feeling well. It was the same tension she got when she went too long without being with another woman. So of course she wanted to be able to help her leggy friend out.

"Do you remember how to get to the mansion in Malibu?" Jessica asked.

"Oh my God? You're there?" Stacy gasped with obvious delight. She had expected Jessica would want to meet at her hotel room or something and earning an invitation back to lesbian paradise was beyond any of her already high expectations for seeing the actress again.

"I live here now baby," Jessica beamed with pride. "I can't wait to show you the grand tour this time. Mmmmm especially my bedroom."

"Ooooooh I can't wait to see," Stacy declared, her voice almost a squeal of happiness. "I just gotta get through this one quick meeting and I'll be there. I definitely remember the way. I wouldn't have forgotten how to get there for the world."

Jessica and Stacy shared a few more quick pleasantries and flirty exchanges before the wrestler had to go off to her meeting. As she ended the call, Jessica suddenly realized she had forgotten Cameron was scoming over today too. She had managed to set herself up with two dates for the day.

Oh well, Jessica said to herself with a smile. She knew Cameron certainly wasn't going to mind another beautiful girl joining their fun and if all those stories she had heard about Stacy were true, then she was going to be pretty damn enthusiastic about it too. This was going to work out great. The only thing better than one beautiful woman eager to fuck was two.

Just thinking of all the fun they could have in the little group that had just formed had Jessica getting very wet, very fast. But she refrained from touching herself. Better to save that for later when Stacy got here, with Cameron shortly to follow.

This was definitely shaping up to be an amazing day.

Though Jessica's dance card had filled up very quickly, things were a little slower to get started for the mansion's other residents.

Jewel had been one of the later risers that day and she was content to just sit in the kitchen at the table catching up on her Los Angeles Times with a cup of coffee sitting next to her and her glasses on in lieu of the contacts she hadn't felt like slipping in yet. Her feet were propped up on another chair as Alyssa and Jennifer milled around, not doing anything in particular.

Suddenly the phone rang. Most of the girls got their calls right to their cell phones and few people had the mansion's number so when a call came in through the main phone it was usually an important one. But even with that knowledge, no one made any effort to pick it up. Part of the problem with spending a lazy day at home was that no one ever wanted to do anything to break out of it.

The phone rang a second time and then a third time with still no motion toward it until Jewel finally sighed and put down her paper.

"Oh don't worry everybody...I'll get it," the previously reclining singer said. "Don't bother yourselves or anything."

"Thank you sweetie," Alyssa replied in an overly condescending voice that resulted in her getting a raised middle finger from the Alaskan. Alyssa giggled, shot her tongue out at Jewel and resumed chatting with Jennifer.

"Hello?" Jewel said before getting the surprise of a much missed voice in reply.

"Hey!" Britney Spears excitedly declared on the other end. "What's going on girl?"

"Britney!" Jewel gasped, nervously looking around for signs of Christina and finding none began the conversation. "God, we miss you! How are you? How's the baby?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God he's just perfect," Britney replied, her voice filled with the devotion of a first time mother. "I...just...I just can't say enough how perfect he is. He's the most beautiful baby in the world. All I want to do is kiss him and hold him and be with him. I had no idea it was going to be like this. Everything they say about having kids...you just don't know until you have them. I mean I love him more every day I'm with him."

"Wow," Jewel said, noticing the obvious interest Alyssa and Jennifer now had in the call once they found out who it was from. "What about early morning feedings and all the diapers and everything?"

"Well that's not really that much fun..." Britney admitted. "But my mom and Jaime Lynn help me out and I just can never get mad at him. I mean he could wake me up at three in the morning with his crying and when I just look into his little baby eyes I just get like zapped with cute power and I can't be mad and I just want to hold him and never let him go. I still can't believe he's mine."

"What about Kevin? Is he helping out?" Jewel asked.

"Ummmm well...Kevin...he's...you know...he does what he can and..." Britney began and her attempts to say something nice were so tortured that Jewel quickly took mercy and changed the subject with an interruption.

"Well we all want to meet him so much," Jewel stated. "I mean the closest we've gotten is to see pictures of you guys in People. You've got to bring him by the mansion. We miss you Britney! God, now you're pregnant again? It's just crazy. We haven't seen you in so long!"

"Oh my God, I totally want to see you and have you meet Sean," Britney replied. "I miss you guys so much too. I want to be there so bad and see you guys and everything. I miss seeing you guys and talking to you and I just want to tell you everything that's happened to me and I definitely want to hear everything that's going on with you. I really miss you guys. We have so much catching up to do."

"Yeah...we're sorry that we haven't called or anything," Jewel said, her face showing her embarrassment. "It's just that..."

"You don't have to say," Britney interrupted, her sadness obvious. "I know why. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to know everythings what's going on there. I'm dying for some good sexy talk. I need to think about something other than how big my belly's getting again. My momma's got the baby this morning and I'm going a little stir crazy without having you guys around me and I want some juicy talk. Mmmm tell me everything that's happened there. Leave nothing out. I want to know every slutty detail."

"Well you're not going to believe this, but..." Jewel began before falling silent upon Christina's entry into the kitchen.

Jennifer and Alyssa immediately looked away to try and show nothing was up, which of course tipped Christina off that something was.

"Hey...what's going on guys?" Christina asked, her voice a little guarded. She hated to be the last to know things and she didn't want her housemates keeping secrets from her.

"Nothing," Jennifer replied. "What makes you think something's going on?"

"You guys are acting weird," Christina pointed out, noting how none of them could seem to look her in the eye. When she saw Jewel holding the phone she was able to put two and two together.

"Who's on the phone?" Christina demanded, her voice like a dagger.

"Ummm my mom...." Jewel lamely offered, a lie Christina saw right through.

"Gimmie!" Christina commanded, grabbing the phone from Jewel and pressing it to her ear. There was just breathing on the other end for a minute before a voice spoke up.

"Chrissy?" Britney asked softly and hopefully.

"I told you to never fucking call here again," Christina icily snapped before hanging up the phone with an emphatic slam and turning her attention to her housemates.

"I told you to hang up if that bitch ever called here again!" Christina shouted at Jewel, Alyssa and Jennifer. "What the fuck is wrong with you people that you can't follow one simple fucking direction? I don't want that cunt calling here or coming by or anything! You understand?"

"Chrissy, calm down," Jewel said, placing her hand on Christina's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. They had all experienced Christina's temper lately and they had quickly learned the best response was not to fight her on it but rather let her cool off.

"You fucking calm down!" Christina shot back, yanking herself away from her housemate's touch. "Don't tell me what to do Jewel! Don't tell me how I'm supposed to fucking feel!"

"Chrissy no one's doing that," Jennifer offered. "We're just trying to help you. Why can't you just talk to Britney? She misses you. I know that..."

"I don't want to hear it Jen!" Christina interrupted. "You've got problems of your own so you should just butt out of mine! Go fix your own goddamn life and leave me alone! And don't let that fucking bitch call again!"

Christina stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her housemates behind in her furious wake. Jewel and Alyssa immediately moved over to make sure Christina's comments hadn't hit too sore a spot.

"She didn't mean it," Jewel said. "You know how she's been lately with her mood swings."

"Yeah she's just being superbitch again," Alyssa added. "Don't take it personally. One minute she wants to fuck you and the next she wants to strangle you."

"I'm getting really sick of this shit," Jennifer muttered. "I'm tired of walking on eggshells around her and pretending Britney never lived here. She needs to get over herself."

"She will," Jewel promised. "She can't stay that mad forever."

Alyssa and Jennifer then shared a look to indicate their belief that Christina could very well stay mad forever, but they let the subject drop after that. The peaceful mood had been shattered enough that Alyssa and Jewel both decided to move on to another part of the mansion and get on with their days, but Jennifer stayed behind.

However she wasn't alone for long.

"Hey," Love said, walking into the room and giving Jennifer a buss on the lips in the process. "I heard the phone from upstairs. It wasn't..."

Love didn't even have to finish her question before Jennifer started shaking her head no. She already knew what her friend was going to ask.

"Oh," Love said, trying to keep her voice even but her eyes showing the disappointment she felt. She didn't know why she bothered to ever get hopeful about things like that. Nothing had changed in all these months and it hurt to be constantly let down by reality.

"Sweetie if Sarah called, you'd be the first person I'd tell," Jennifer promised, hugging Love.

"I know," Love sighed, surrendering to the hug and resting her head against Jennifer's warm chest. "I just wish she'd call or visit or give us some sign she cared."

"She does care, you know she does," Jennifer insisted.

"Then why did she leave us?" Love demanded, her voice rising as she tried to fight back the tears that welled up every time she thought of Sarah like this. She thought she had cried herself dry that first day, but every now and then they came back. All these months Love had tried to force herself to concentrate on fun things and not think about Sarah, but sometimes she just couldn't help it.

"She just felt like she had to," Jennifer offered. "I can't tell you what she was thinking. I don't know why she did what she did, but it couldn't have been easy for her. You know that Love."

"I just miss her so much," Love admitted sadly. "I want to see her again and talk to her again. But she won't call us and she won't return my calls. Why? Why is she being so mean to us? What did we do to her?"

"Sweetie this was Sarah's choice," Jennifer said. "We didn't do anything to her."

Love didn't reply at first, but in her mind she thought that wasn't entirely true. But she didn't dare say that aloud.

"Doesn't she know how much we miss her?" Love finally asked. "Doesn't she care?"

"She has to know," Jennifer said. "You and I and Rose...we know Sarah better than anyone. She couldn't just stop caring about us. She just couldn't. That's not who she is."

"Then why won't she call? Why won't she see us?" Love asked. "Why is she making this hurt so goddamn much?"

Jennifer didn't have an answer for her friend. Instead she just hugged her tighter. She wished she could help Love get some answers. Jennifer wished Sarah was still here. She wished a lot of things were different. But wishing didn't make it so.

Meanwhile, next door to the mansion strategy was being plotted and it was being plotted thoroughly. A map of the city and surrounding areas lay across the table as Waldo, Franklin and Delbert huddled around it.

"I've set a unit of soldier monkeys out to do recon work in sectors four and five today," Waldo reported to his comrades as he pointed to the map. "But I doubt they're going to find it. Brandon has gone underground and he's gone underground deep."

"Maybe he thinks we got killed in Cuba," Delbert suggested.

"Not likely," Franklin replied. "Even if he did think that at one point, we can't assume he does anymore. We haven't exactly been low profile since we got back."

Waldo and Franklin then shot pointed looks at Delbert. His rescue of Tara Reid as she ran from Jaime Pressley's demented clutches might have been noble, but it hadn't exactly clouded them in a shroud of secrecy.

"Maybe Brandon just went away," Delbert offered hopefully.

"After making the entrance he did?" Waldo scoffed. "No, he wouldn't announce himself with such flair as to come right up to our door and then vanish without at least attempting to finish us off. Especially now that he has the MAW device in his possession. He's out there and he's up to something. Who knows what he's doing with a machine like that."

"We don't even know what he can do with a machine like that," Franklin pointed out. "We only have the most basic of theories about what it does and more importantly how it works. It's possible Brandon doesn't even know. He might have not figured out its practical uses yet and that's why he's been so quiet. Who knows, we might be lucky and he accidentally destroyed it while testing it."

"But then why go to all the trouble of stealing it if he didn't know what he was getting?" Waldo wondered. "Did he take it just because the CIA wanted it and sent us in to get it? Everything about the mission was wrong from the start. The government sent us in to steal something it had designed, which is weird in the first place, I mean if Terrance and Blevens were even really working for the CIA when they sent us out, which I'm beginning to doubt they were. They might have just splintered off and Brandon double crossed them and took the device. So why would Brandon go through all that to steal something he didn't know how to use? No, he's got something going. We need to be alert and on guard. That's why we need to increase soldier monkey patrols and raise the security level."

"Maybe he just forgot about us?" Delbert said.

"Damn it Delbert we need to be serious!" Franklin declared with a pound of his fist on the table. "You're letting that girl screw up your judgment! Brandon would not just forget about us or go away or think we're dead! He's waiting to strike unless we take action first!"

"Tara is not screwing up my judgment!" Delbert defended himself. "She's the love of my life!"

"Delbert you have to let her go," Waldo explained. "We can't have any distractions right now. There's danger everywhere and all the girls, including Tara, might get caught in the crossfire."

"She's not a distraction!" Delbert insisted. "I love her!"

"But you'll have to let her go," Waldo pressed. "Plan B is almost set. We just have to find where Brandon is first."

"I don't want to let her go," Delbert sighed. "I don't want to leave this place. I like it here. I like being friends with the girls. I don't want to go to Plan B. I wish we didn't have to do this."

"But we do have to," Franklin said, more calmly than before. "This is how it has to be and all the wishing in the world won't change it. Now we need to focus on Brandon and why he hasn't struck yet."

Suddenly the phone rang and Waldo picked it up, cautiously. It could have been a business call...someone looking for some product...or it could have been something else. And naturally it did turn out to be something else.

"Hello?" Waldo asked.

"It's Fox over at the airport," the voice responded. Fox was a code name for their inside source over at Los Angeles International. They had sources in a lot of places, but this one was particularly helpful. "Just thought you should know a flight came in from Moscow about 20 minutes ago and your Russian friend was on it."

"Dimitri?" Waldo asked. It had been a long time since that name had crossed his thinking.

"The one and only," Fox replied. "Wasn't alone either. Had some little piece of ass with him. Probably his latest mistress. The man doesn't know how to stay retired."

"We never believed he was retired," Waldo pointed out.

"There's something else," Fox said. "I'm just finding this out now, but a flight got in about two hours ago and the Frenchman was on it. He's back in town. I don't know why, but once I find out more. I'll let you know."

The call ended without a goodbye and Waldo hung up.

"Dimitri is in town and apparently so is the Frenchman," Waldo reported to the others.

"Then something big is going down," Franklin declared. "Dimitri is one thing, but the Frenchman doesn't come out of hiding except for special occasions. Probably a sleeper agent he needs to activate. Or something being put up for bid on the market that only he can speak to. Maybe even both."

"Think it involves Brandon?" Waldo asked. "It can't be a coincidence that they're all here."

"There's only one way to find out," Franklin surmised and Waldo agreed.

The strategy session continued, but Delbert didn't want to pay attention to it. All he wanted to was think about Tara. She made him feel things he never had before and all he wanted was to be with her.

Back in the mansion, after the drama in the kitchen, Alyssa was looking for a calm and peaceful place so she went to the media center and began flipping through the channels. There had to be something good on now. She would even take a Charmed or Who's The Boss rerun.

Just like Jennifer, she was getting really tired of Christina screaming at them and cursing at them and basically treating them all like they were idiots. One second Christina could be the horny little brat that they all loved to play with but one mention of Britney would just send her over the edge. Alyssa was getting sick of the mood swings.

She had never seen a fight like she'd seen between Christina and Britney that day. Alyssa had always figured that eventually the two would forgive and forget and things would be the way they had been. But it had been months now and nothing had changed.

Alyssa tried to distract herself with late morning television, but there was nothing much on except for Jerry Springer and she wasn't in the mood for that right now. There was already too much drama here without having to watch someone else's.

She kept flipping through the channels and ended up resting on a local commercial.

"Desperate for a change in how you see the world? Try Total Transformation," the ad blared. "Those bad habits will be a thing of the past."

"No thank you," Alyssa firmly declared to no one in particular as she clicked to another channel with a forceful push on the remote. "I like my bad habits just fine the way they are."

With a sigh Alyssa slumped back on the couch. She was getting bored. She, Jessica and Rose had fucked Elisha right into a lust coma and, after bringing the blonde to her room and letting her stay there, it had looked like she was going to be sleeping for a little while. So Alyssa didn't want to go wake her even if it was just to reclaim her room.

Maybe Rose was up for some fun. They could go out maybe grab Holly Marie Combs or their sexy little co-star Kaley Cuoco and do something. But Alyssa remembered that Rose had left the mansion a little while ago. She didn't remember where she was going. Rose had said something about her house, but Alyssa hadn't been paying much attention.

Grabbing her phone, Alyssa hit Rose's number in her memory, but it went right to her voicemail. Alyssa grumbled as she snapped her phone back shut. She wasn't about to leave a voicemail.

Rose, goddamn it, I'm bored, Alyssa muttered to herself. Why aren't you answering your damn phone?

Alyssa kept flipping through the channels. With a satellite dish there was certainly a lot of options and Alyssa became extremely frustrated when nothing caught her attention. She thought about pausing on one of the many porn channels the mansion subscribed too, but that would just make her want the real thing and no one was around to satisfy that urge.

But even though she bypassed the porn, Alyssa soon found her attention captivated by a face she saw on one of the channels. She was flipping so fast that she skipped over it at first and had to scroll back until she saw it again. It was a woman reading the news and she had a beauty that put all the cloned bottle blondes on American cable news to shame.

The girl had such a soft, natural beauty that was absolutely sublime to Alyssa's eyes. Alyssa could only see her face, but it was so lovely she was captivated and imagined the rest of her body was absolutely stunning. All Alyssa could do was stare at her and listen to her read the news. The fact that she was doing it in French and Alyssa couldn't understand a word of it mattered not a bit.

But the language being used couldn't help but attract attention from someone else. Michelle had been casually walking by as she completed her morning maid duties and when she heard her native language she stopped and craned her head into the room. When she saw what and who Alyssa was watching she beamed and sauntered inside.

"Ohhhh I see you have found Melissa," Michelle declared.

"Huh?" Alyssa wondered as she found herself unwillingly pulled out of her lust trance. A quick check with her hand against her mouth found she had not actually been drooling over the beauty on the screen, but Alyssa felt like she had been right on the verge.

"Melissa Theuriau," Michelle explained. "That is who you are watching. Naughty, naughty Alyssa...drooling over a girl when you do not even know her name."

Alyssa actually blushed from Michelle's teasing. She hadn't expected to be caught so nakedly checking this woman out, but she relaxed quickly. After all, what other reaction could have been expected? This Melissa girl was gorgeous.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Michelle said. "She is very popular in France. Everyone gathers around to watch her...mmmm the boys and the girls. Everyone is in love with her."

"She's amazing," Alyssa agreed as she refused to take her eyes off the screen. She had no idea what Melissa was saying, but with her libido sparking accent Alyssa imagined she was whispering sweet French nothings that translated into "Alyssa, please crawl under the desk while I read the news and eat my pussy. Lick me so good and make me scream out your name on international television. You make me so wet Alyssa, I need to feel your tongue in my perfect pink pussy."

Michelle could certainly see the effect her countrywoman was having on Alyssa, especially as her Madame's nipples visibly hardened under her shirt. Michelle knew full well how seductive Melissa could be. She had seen it full hand and, more importantly, had felt it too. With a smile, Michelle decided there was no reason to keep that information confidential.

"I have been with her," Michelle said, leaning down to whisper it saucily in Alyssa's ear. "I have fucked her sweet body so many times. Mmmmm she is even more beautiful when she is naked. Melissa loves to spread her legs for my tongue and she will always fuck you back so good. I love how she makes me come."

She had heard more than her share of hot, lesbian confessions over the years, but what Michelle said still had Alyssa's jaw dropping to the floor. She whirled around to face her maid with disbelief in her eyes.

"Liar," Alyssa playfully accused. "You probably don't even know her. You're just making that up to turn me on."

"Well I do know what you like to hear, but I am not making a story up for you," Michelle insisted. "I really do know her. We are the same age and we grew up to each other in the next houses to one another. We were in this little city in the south east near the Alps. Mmmmm it was very cold there a lot and Melissa and I were always such good friends that we knew how to warm each other up once we were old enough to know what felt good. The boys would always come looking for us, but they knew we would be together. Sometimes we let them join...but not all the time."

Michelle giggled and pressed on with her story as Alyssa listened with open-mouthed amazement. There was no indication Michelle was lying to her. She seemed utterly convincing and Alyssa realized this was really the first time she had heard anything about Michelle's background. She really knew nothing about her except how her sluttiness rivaled theirs and what a great fuck she was.

Alyssa found herself very interested in these little answers about who Michelle was and how she had gotten here, but of course she was most interested in the sexy parts.

"Mmmm Melissa was actually the first girl to make me come," Michelle continued. "We would always spend so much time together and have...you know...what you call sleepovers with each other. And we would see our bodies grow and I knew she liked what she saw on me and I loved her always. Mmmm we would practice kissing and then we would touch and do more and more until we could barely have clothes on when we were with each other. We would always make each other come so much and she was so delicious to kiss and lick. She was my best friend in France. I miss her. We grew up together and went to school together and we were even recruited together."

"Recruited?" Alyssa asked, that word sticking out suddenly and Michelle's face got flustered for a moment.

"I mean...how you say...not recruited...that was the wrong word..." Michelle said, searching for a better one to keep from saying too much. "It is, what you mean when someone finds you and wants you to be model or singer here."

"You mean discovered?" Alyssa suggested.

"Yes! That is what I meant!" Michelle gratefully declared, relieved to have found the word. "We were discovered together to be models. She is so famous now in France. She has probably forgotten about her Michelle. But we were such close friends."

"Tell me more," Alyssa pressed. "I want to know every nasty detail about you and her fucking. Don't leave a single thing out. Tell me about the first time you kissed. Tell me about the first time you fucked. Tell me about every time you licked her. Tell me everything."

"Ohhh I do not know Alyssa," Michelle teased, batting her beautiful blue eyes. "You did not believe me when I told you first. You called me a liar. That was not nice. Perhaps I should not tell you any more."

"Oh, you're going to tell me everything," Alyssa insisted. "Don't you get coy on me now you little slut!"

"You will have to catch me first," Michelle giggled before she ran off, happy to get her mind back where she wanted it...on hot sex and nothing else that her memories of Melissa brought back.

Alyssa was not about to tolerate her disobedient maid running off and she tore after her, clicking the TV off in the process. She was going to get that information from Michelle and she knew just how to get it. That slut was going to be writhing and screaming and giving up every wicked secret she kept after going through what Alyssa had in mind for her.

Rose was going to be kicking herself for missing this, Alyssa thought with a smirk. Oh well, it's her own damn fault for not answering her phone.

Missing Alyssa's call wasn't part of any plan Rose had to ignore her housemate. In fact, she wasn't answering her phone because she had turned it off.

Rose had serious business to attend to and since she was looking for any opportunity she could to turn this business into pleasure, she didn't want any distractions to throw her off her game, especially ringing cell phones. She had her eye on a serious prospect here and she was committed to getting this little vixen under her sexual spell even if she had to drag her to Malibu by her hair to do it.

Of course Rose preferred a much more seductive form of persuasion and she was confident that she could talk her prey out of her panties and into a session of girl on girl debauchery that would leave her tingling from head to toe. But she felt she could do that to any girl, so this little scrumptious piece of female flesh didn't shape up to be much of a challenge in Rose's eyes.

It had actually been a while since Rose had to seduce someone. There had been too many willing pussies already nicely corrupted around her at the mansion for Rose to crave any fresh meat, but today her stomach was growling for it. Her seduction skills had once been razor sharp and Rose was confident time had not dulled them in the slightest.

Rose's good spirits that morning had only been lifted higher by the vigorous morning workout she had gone through with Elisha, Jessica and Alyssa. Each of them had been just how Rose liked it...naked and eager to fuck.

She had given all three of them deep helpings of Mr. Snappy and thrown in tongue lashings for them at no extra cost, which she had been more than repaid for when Jessica and Elisha had latched their lips to her pussy while Alyssa had worked a toy of her own into her ass. Rose wasn't usually the one getting fucked, but Alyssa had known just how to do it right and it had been nothing but intense ecstasy from her friend's toy up her tight hole.

That triple treat combo had sent Rose's pleasure peaking nicely in an orgasmic cascade greedily licked up by her lovers but it had done nothing to cool the lustful fire burning inside the brunette. Now she was staring right at her target and wondering if there would be resistance if she walked up behind her and cupped her ass through her jeans while running her tongue up her neck and whispering lewd nothings into her ear.

With a sly grin, Rose predicted a major freakout would be the reaction to that, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be fun to do it anyway. Rose was going to make damn sure this girl knew exactly how bad she wanted her and how there was no way she was leaving this house without the taste of fresh pussy on her lips and tongue even if she was completely oblivious to that now.

"Oh my God! It's perfect! Just perfect!" Rachel Bilson gasped in happy delight as her gaze traveled around the house, unaware that Rose was thinking the same thing as she burned a hole in her jeans from staring at her ass.

"Be it ever so humble..." Rose replied. "So you gonna go for it and sign on the dotted line or are you gonna drag this out for another month or so?"

"I was so not dragging this out," Rachel pouted, crinkling her face over Rose's remark. "I just wanted to make sure. This was a big decision for me. You only buy your first house once."

"Just like losing your cherry, you never forget it," Rose teased, getting Rachel to crinkle her face again.

Ever since they had first met, Rose had gotten a thrill out of teasing Rachel and getting her flustered. Rose was a closet fan of "The O.C." and she noticed that either Rachel was rubbing off on the writer's vision of Summer or vice versa because the actress and character seemed perfectly matched.

The two had been locked in negotiations for the past six weeks for Rachel to buy Rose's house. Things had been dragging on as Rachel had seemed to hem and haw over every detail but now she looked like she was ready and Rose had insisted on handling the final details herself, if for no other reason than to get a crack at Rachel.

"I guess," Rachel said, not exactly buying into Rose's analogy.

Something about this girl always weirded Rachel out. She had heard some crazy stories about Rose and hanging around with her always made her nervous, so Rachel hadn't wanted to come to this alone. She did love the house and she did want it bad, but she was also kind of afraid that Rose was going to chain her up or something and kidnap her. It was crazy, Rachel knew that. Or was it? After all there were all those stories about Rose...

Her boyfriend hadn't been able to make it, so Rachel had pulled along the first friend she could find to protect her. Luckily she'd said yes to Rachel's pleas.

"Wow Rachel, I can totally see like 20 ways you can redecorate easily," Mischa Barton said as she wandered in from her own explorations of the house. "There's so much you can do here and almost make it like it's a different house."

"And what's wrong with the way I had it before?" Rose demanded. "I thought it was pretty fucking nice. Sorry it's not up to your standards, Mischa."

"I...uhhhh...didn't mean that it was...you know...bad...I just thought...ummmmm...it could be...you know...different," Mischa stammered hoping she hadn't blown the deal for Rachel with her big mouth.

It was hard for Rose to not crack a smile as she watched Mischa get all flustered and when she finally started to laugh to show she had just been kidding, the young actress let out a visible sigh of relief.

"Relax, I liked it the way it was, but once you own it Rachel you can paint it hot pink with white trim like it's Barbie's dream house for all I care," Rose admitted.

Rose hadn't used the house much since she had bought the mansion with her friends. She had crashed here once or twice when she was too tired to drive the freeway, but for the most part she had been renting it out pretty steady since she had moved to Malibu. Now she was finally cutting ties to it and it wasn't too much of a bittersweet moment for Rose. The mansion was her home now.

"Well I don't think I'll be going for the pink, but thanks for your blessing anyway," Rachel said, wanting to get this wrapped up soon. She didn't like Rose's jokes and she just wanted to get the sale done and get Rose out of here as soon as possible.

"No problem," Rose said, giving Mischa the once over as the girl turned around to study the architecture again.

In all her lust for Rachel, Rose had almost forgotten the young brunette wasn't the only hot bitch there. Mischa's presence that day had been a surprise, but one Rose hadn't minded a bit. She certainly wasn't going to let Mischa Barton interfere with her goal of getting Rachel into bed and if she ended up getting the both of them, then so much the better.

Rose made sure that both girls got the full tour. She showed them every nook and cranny and tried to not be too visible in her lust for both of the young television stars. It was fun to get them flustered but Rose knew if she didn't get them to relax soon they were going to scream and run when she made her move. So she shelved the teasing temporarily and showed the duo everything the house had to offer.

"It's got more than enough space for two and any friends who end up crashing on your couch," Rose declared, like she was going for her real estate license. "Is it just going to be you Rachel? Or you going to be living with someone?"

"My boyfriend," Rachel replied a little defensively, wondering where Rose was going with this. "He's moving in with me. It's going to be my house...but I guess it's going to be ours too."

"Awwwww young love, how sweet," Rose grinned, shaking her head internally as she considered the injustice of Rachel wasting such a sweet, hot body on a mere boy. "If you do get bored with just each other though, don't worry. This house is perfect for hosting a good orgy. Don't make it too big though. A nice, medium sized orgy will do just fine."

Rose had been unable to resist that one and she stifled a laugh when she turned around to see Rachel and Mischa staring at her with their mouths open. Rose knew they had the same thought. They were wondering if she was playing them or not.

"Just kidding," Rose lied. If only they knew the truth. Rose considered herself the Martha Stewart of planning an orgy and if things went right with these girls they'd soon see that for themselves.

That relaxed Rachel and Mischa and Rose continued showing them around the house. Rose played her tour guide role straight and refrained from revealing to the girls which rooms she'd fucked in and which ones she'd never had the chance to christen even though she wanted to be able to see the look on their faces at the sound of that confession.

Besides the tour of which rooms she hadn't fucked in would have been a short one. Rose had pretty much gone wild in every room here.

"I guess that covers everything," Rachel finally declared. "This place really is great Rose. I loved it from the second I saw it."

"Well you haven't quite seen everything yet," Rose pointed out. "After all I haven't given you the tour of my bedroom yet..."

Rose let that hang out there to gauge a reaction and she quickly got one from Mischa who looked like she was getting very flustered. Her soft, pale face looked like it was fighting off a major blush.

"Ummmm why don't you show that to Rachel," Mischa offered. "I'll just umm...wander around. You know to see if I have any more decorating ideas..."

"Suit yourself," Rose said, willing to trade Mischa's absence to get Rachel in a place where she could make her move.

But before Mischa could wander away, her friend put herself up as a roadblock.

"What are you doing?" Rachel whispered into Mischa's ear, hoping Rose didn't hear her. "Don't leave me alone with her."

"It's ok...I'll be...be right back..." Mischa said, looking more and more uncomfortable with every passing second. "You won't even miss me."

With that Mischa tore off away from them and Rose grabbed Rachel's hand, making the younger brunette gasp at the contact.

"C'mon Rachel..." Rose said. "You'll love it. Besides if you're as in love with your boyfriend as you seem, this is where you'll be spending most of your time."

Rachel didn't know if she was being silly as Rose pulled her down the hall toward her bedroom, but her heart was starting to pound in her chest. There was just something about Rose that made her nervous. She seemed normal sometimes but other times Rachel felt like she totally wanted to kiss her or strangle her or something even sicker. She just didn't know what to make of Rose.

She tried to calm herself as they got into the bedroom but she wished Mischa hadn't left her alone. What if Rose was dragging her to where she and Marilyn Manson had hid the bodies? What if Rose had lured here as part of some sick game and this was how she got off? Locking innocent girls in the closet! Even as she tried to calm down, Rachel found herself getting ready to scream at any second.

But as uncomfortable as she was, Rachel did have to admit something.

"Wow...this is really nice," Rachel said.

"It was my favorite room after all," Rose smirked. "Mmmmmmm and I spent plenty of time here, believe me. I loved showing this room off."

"Yeahhhhh..." Rachel replied, not exactly sure what to say in response. She did have to admit she had just a little flickering of interest in Rose's sex life. After all she had heard lots of stories about her and Marilyn Manson and more than a few wild rumors about what had happened after they had broken up.

"You ummmmm...have a lot of boyfriends Rose?" Rachel was unable to stop herself from asking.

"Well not as many as you'd think," Rose said with a twinkle in her eye. "A few lucky guys got in here. Mmmmmm a lot more girls though. And whenever I got lonely I could always spend some time in here myself. Ohhhhh if this room could talk..."

"I guess you gotta do what you...hey! Did you ummmmmmm just say girls?" Rachel asked as the full impact of Rose's words finally sunk in.

"Mmmmhmmm," Rose said as she took the liberty of crawling onto the bed. It wasn't really her bed anymore, but that didn't stop her from making it her own then and there. "Guys just couldn't keep up with me. I had to turn to girls. You never have to wait for them to get hard mmmmm and they never cry when you spank them and say you wanna fuck them in the ass. Of course not all girls can keep up with me either. There have been so many girls I left passed out sticky with cum right here in this room while I was ready for more. Mmmmmmm so there were a lot of nights I'd just have to finger myself to sleep. I got myself off in this bed so many times I've completely lost count. Oooooh those are some sweet memories."

Rachel looked like she was going to choke on her tongue as Rose's confession proceeded. She had never expected the conversation to turn like this. She was desperate for Mischa to get back in here and carry her out of the room because her own feet were frozen to the floor.

Rose's grin got wider as she saw Rachel's reaction. It was just what she wanted. She knew Rachel was going to be easy the second she met her. All she had to do was wait for the right moment to spring the trap and she would have her. It wouldn't be long now before they were both naked in this bed.

Like a feline in heat, Rose crawled around the bed until she reached the top and stretched herself out, resting her head on the pillows as she moved her hand down and began stripping off her cowboy boots. Getting the boots off wasn't as smooth as Rose wanted it to be, but she was willing to forgo style points here to get the job done.

The first one hit the floor with a soft thud against the carpeting, the sound slightly snapping Rachel out of the trance she'd fallen into.

"What? What are you...you doing?" Rachel murmured, her heart starting to skip in her chest.

"I just can't help it," Rose admitted with a sexy shrug of her shoulders and a toss back of her dark locks of hair as the second boot hit the floor. "Sorry Rachel, but mmmmmm when my pussy demands attention I've just gotta play with it. Thinking about all the guys I've fucked here and all those pretty girls I left moaning and drooling has got me all tingly and I just have to touch myself. You don't mind, do you?"

Rose then sucked one of her fingers and ran it over the brown blouse she was wearing, teasing her nipples and making sure Rachel got a chance to see them poking out against the material. Rose kept her voice innocent and natural, as if this was an every day activity, which of course for her it was.

"I do...I do mind...you...you can't...can't just do that here," Rachel claimed, forcing the words past her lips. Her head was spinning in disbelief. Was Rose really about to get naked in front of her or was she just teasing? Rachel expected Rose to say she was just kidding again, but it didn't happen and instead Rose pressed on.

"C'monnnnnnnn there's no harm in a little finger play," Rose purred, stretching out her body and pressing her chest out for maximum breast enhancement. "Mmmmm I've done it in here so many times already. There's plenty of room on the bed Rachel. You can even join in if you want. I can just scoot over and you can get next to me and show me how you like to make that hot little body of yours cream."

"I don't..." Rachel began to say before she stopped herself.

Her legs suddenly felt very weak. Rose wasn't playing around. She was really going to do this? She was sick! She was a total perv! But even as she told herself this, Rachel couldn't stop watching the raven-haired sex goddess.

"Whoa! Are you telling me you don't ever get yourself off?" Rose demanded with laughter showing her obvious shock. "What are you? A fucking nun?"

"No...I told...told you...I've got a...got a boyfriend," Rachel replied nervously, unable to pull her eyes off the outstretched girl in the bed or stop herself from responding to her rude questions.

"So?" Rose snorted. "Are you telling me you can get more than what? Two or three orgasms off him before he passes out? How is that possibly enough? Are you honestly telling me Rachel that you never give yourself the two finger discount after he's come and you haven't?"

"No..." Rachel insisted.

"Never double click the remote while your boyfriend is snoring away?" Rose pressed with disbelief. She had to get herself off at least five times a day. How could Rachel stand not having the same treatment?

"No..." Rachel repeated.

"You never get high on life in the shower in the morning?" Rose demanded.

"No!" Rachel said more forcefully.

"Never go to self therapy?" Rose said, shaking her head.

"No! Stop it!" Rachel's anger and frustration growing. "Stop talking like that!"

"I just can't believe it!" Rose declared. "How do you live? You get in bed this instant! Mmmmm Rose is gonna teach you all about how to rub the magic bottle."

"Ewww..." Rachel shot back, her face crinkling as if she'd gone into character. "You're a fucking perv Rose! I knew this was a mistake! I'm out of here!"

"Then why aren't your feet moving Rachel?" Rose grinned. "Face it baby. You're way too repressed and you know it. You don't want me to stop. You want me to show you how to pull that stick out of your ass and use it on your sweet little pussy till you're screaming and creaming."

"I don't...I don't want this," Rachel shot back, but unable to avoid noticing her feet were still not moving.

"Well I do," Rose declared as she emphatically made her point by pulling her blouse off and showing the bare tits underneath. "And if you're gonna just stand there then you're gonna be watching me. You can leave if you want, but I know you want something else Rachel even if you're too scared to admit it."

"I don't..." Rachel repeated.

"Suit yourself," Rose shrugged before moaning as her hands began attending to her nipples, rolling them under her thumbs as her hands cupped her own tits. "Mmmm but you're not gonna spoil my fun."

Rose's moans continued as she played with her breasts, teasing and tugging on her nipples until they had swelled up nicely. Rose sucked hungrily on her fingers and then moved them back to her tits, getting her flesh slick with saliva. She fondled her own chest remembering all the good times she'd had in this room. A few of her sexy memories involved former boyfriends but for the most part it was all about girls.

She thought about how she had gotten Sarah and Love in her bed that first time and used Mr. Snappy on them to pay them back for fucking her so good with it in her trailer. She thought back to those nights before they'd gotten the mansion when Sarah and Love and Jennifer had crashed here and how they'd always ended up passed out in a mess of naked girl flesh and always woken up ready to lick. She thought about bringing Christina home after that first time in the club and fucking that little whore's ass mercilessly while she'd howled for more and pledged eternal devotion to her.

Thinking back to all the hot girls she'd brought into her bedroom and all the times she'd come from them had Rose's pussy juicing her panties and it no longer mattered if Rachel was here or not. Rose was doing this. Of course having an audience made it better and Rose made it clear that she hadn't forgotten about Rachel.

"Mmmmmmmm don't you wish you were doing this too Rachel?" Rose moaned as a hand moved off her breasts and slid down her stomach toward her pants. "A body like yours needs constant loving and you're just being cruel to yourself if you're not giving it what it needs. Mmmmmm you could be here with me...getting naked...playing with those lovely tits of yours and getting your pussy ready to burst all over your fingers. Don't pretend you've never done this before. You might not have done it in awhile but you know how fucking good it feels and you know deep down you're burning to let go and do it with me."

Rachel's mouth was dry and she couldn't tear her eyes away from Rose. What the fuck was going on? Why was she watching this woman masturbate right in front of her? Why couldn't she turn away? Why was she starting to hope that Rose wouldn't stop and do exactly what she was threatening to do?

Rose might have been crazy and she might have been a perv, but Rachel also knew that she was right. She did know how good it felt to touch herself. Of course she had done it before but it had felt like forever since she had. She was with her boyfriend now and she wasn't supposed to have to do that anymore. She had locked away the desire for her own fingers or the toys she'd used to own. But now Rose was picking that lock and it was getting harder for Rachel to stifle her desires.

Part of Rachel wanted to listen to Rose's siren call and crawl into bed and enjoy herself. She knew just how to do all the things she enjoyed to get off and Rachel would have relished the pleasure of a self-caused orgasm. But she wasn't naive. She knew Rose wanted more. All that talk about sex with girls and now this? Rachel knew Rose wanted to fuck her and the thought filled her stomach with butterflies.

She had never been with another girl and she'd never even really thought about it before. But now the reality of what Rose wanted was inescapable and Rachel couldn't help but wonder if it would be so bad? Wait...yes...of course it would. She couldn't cheat on her boyfriend. She couldn't do it with another girl. It was wrong. She had to resist Rose.

Rose could easily see the turmoil going on inside Rachel. It was obvious in her eyes. And now that things were getting hot, Rose decided it was time to bring them to a boil.

"Poor girl, you must be squirming in those clothes...just dying to get out of them," Rose purred as her hand popped open the button of her jeans and slid inside and under her panties. "I can see you staring at my tits Rachel. You like how they bounce as I touch myself, don't you? Mmmmm you like seeing those hard nipples on my soft, pink tits? Ughhhhhh yesssssssssssss just watch me Rachel. Watch my tits shake for you as I play with my pussy. Want to see more? Want me to take off my jeans to show you how fucking wet my panties are? Ooooh maybe you want even more than that. Maybe you want to see my panties off so you can get a good look at my pussy. Is that what you want Rachel?"

The frozen brunette shook her head "no" but her face continued to give a different story. Her eyes showed the battle inside to try and hold back her lustful curiosity and Rose detected a hint of a smile on Rachel's lips at the sound of her offer.

"Oh yeah, it's definitely what you want," Rose smirked. "Mmmm and it's just what you're gonna get Rachel."

Making sure the girl's eyes were locked right on her, Rose began pushing down her jeans. All she had underneath was a red lace thong and Rachel didn't even have to be up close to see how soaked it was. She could smell Rose's sexual arousal and the thought drifted into Rachel's head that she could probably taste her from where she was if she just stuck out her tongue.

But as soon as she had that thought, Rachel pushed it out of her head. Ewwww! She couldn't think like that! She couldn't be having lesbian thoughts. She had to get out of here!

Summoning her resolve, Rachel actually began to move her feet and she inched slowly away from the bed and towards the door, but as soon as she did that, Rose was beckoning her back with her words and her actions.

"Oh no, you can't leave," Rose insisted. "I'm not letting you leave this room until you give in to the pleasure Rachel. You're dying for it. Don't be scared. Just come here and lie back with me. It's going to feel so good."

"Please...don't do this..." Rachel whispered. She didn't want these weird feelings. She didn't want to masturbate. She didn't want to see how good Rose looked stripped down to her thong. She didn't want to be getting wet from Rose's show.

"Stop pretending you don't like what you see," Rose challenged. "Come to me Rachel. Get in bed. Get naked. Give your pussy what it needs. Rub that little love button of yours with me. Mmmmmmm you're not gonna regret it."

"I...I...I..." Rachel said in what was now familiar stammering. But that was all she got out before she fell silent again at the sight of Rose pushing her red thong off. She pushed the wet garment down her legs and grabbed it with her hands. Rachel could only gasp as Rose pulled her own panties to her face and inhaled the aroused scent.

"Don't worry, I share," Rose giggled before stretchihg her thong with her fingers and slingshotting it right at Rachel. Her aim was perfect and she hit Rachel directly. The girl let out a small yelp as she was pelted by the silk thong but that didn't stop her from grabbing it.

"How long has it been since you experienced the scent of a horny woman?" Rose pressed. "I bet it's been a long time since that boyfriend of yours made you as wet as I am now. Go on sweetie. You can breathe it in. Just like its perfume. Do it!"

Rose then slid her hands over her exposed pussy and began moaning and writhing on the bed as she touched herself. Rose rubbed her eager fingers over her slit and spread her lips open to make sure Rachel saw plenty of pink. With an aroused grunt, Rose penetrated herself and began working her fingers into her pussy, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every thrust.

What am I doing? Rachel asked herself as she stopped her retreat and clutched Rose's discarded thong in her hand. This was crazy. It was absolutely insane. But she couldn't take her eyes off Rose's beautiful body as she fingered herself on the bed. She looked gorgeous. Rachel had never seen a more beautiful woman in her life and she felt herself unconsciously walking forward.

It was like she was under some kind of sexual spell. Rachel could hear the wet squishing sounds of Rose's fingers pushing into her pussy and she began longing for it. She started sweating under her clothes and suddenly the idea of taking them off and joining Rose on the bed didn't seem so bad anymore. Rose didn't seem like such a pervert to her anymore.

Was she losing her mind? The part of Rachel's young brain that was still thinking logically told her that was exactly what was happening and that she had to stop this before it went any further. But that part was shrinking and the part of her brain that was growing was the part that thought Rose touching herself was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life.

"Come to me Rachel," Rose beckoned, her fingers still hard at work. She had one hand spreading her pussy lips wide, rubbing them in the process as she other pushed two fingers inside her folds. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck! Mmmmm it's not gonna take me long to come and I want you here with me when I do! You're not going to be doing anything wrong. You'll just be playing with yourself. And you like how that feels don't you?"

This time Rachel couldn't resist answering in the affirmative and she nodded her head. Her whole body felt woozy and Rachel didn't know how it all happened, but it was like she wasn't even in control of herself anymore.

"Take my panties and breathe them in, remind yourself just how hot a woman's scent is Rachel," Rose urged, her words starting to come out as gasps from her fucking herself. "Remember when you used to get that hot and then come here and do it to yourself."

Before she could even stop herself, Rachel pulled Rose's crumpled thong to her face and took a breath. Mmmmmmmmmm fuck. She smelled soooooooo good. Rachel couldn't believe she was doing something so crazy and pervy, but she felt horniness pulsing inside her so wickedly and she was weakening with every moment.

The steps backwards were long undone and when Rose continued to call her to the bed, Rachel moved toward it slowly. She didn't feel her feet move and she certainly didn't feel like she was willing them forward, but she was definitely walking toward the bed and right toward Rose. She felt completely powerless to stop herself.

"That's it sweetie. Don't be afraid," Rose grinned, still touching herself, but slowing down. She pulled her juice coated fingers out of her pussy and made sure Rachel got a great look at her hungrily sucking them clean as her other hand continued to massage her pussy lips.

"Get into bed," Rose gently commanded the enthralled actress. "After all this is going to be your bedroom soon enough. You might as well christen it the right way. Come and play with me Rachel."

Unable to find the power to speak, Rachel let her actions speak for her. She hesitated upon reaching the edge of the bed, but that lasted about as long as it took for Rose to finish sucking her fingers and pull them out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"Mmmmm yummy," Rose grinned. "Get those clothes off Rachel and you get to have a taste too."

Unsure if Rose meant a taste of her own juices or something entirely more lesbian, Rachel tried to stop herself. But she couldn't. She was too turned on now to stop. She had to see where this went.

It had been too long since she had felt her own touch. She had depended on her boyfriend too much and she needed more than him. Rachel knew that now. She knew Rose was right.

Crawling into bed, Rachel did her best to forget she was lying next to a naked woman and that she was in the strangest situation she had ever been in. She tried only to focus on the heat from her pussy and the dripping desire soaking her panties and compelling her to do this.

"Let's get these off first," Rose declared, pulling both of her hands away from her own body to get Rachel's shoes off. She could easily have just let Rachel do it, but Rose didn't want to wait and, besides, she wanted Rachel to start to get used to the feel of her hands on her body.

Rachel gasped slightly as she felt Rose pulling off her shoes and casting them onto the floor, followed by her socks, leaving her feet bare. Rose felt an impulse to give Rachel's nervously wiggling toes a hot kiss and lick, but she restrained herself. She didn't want the girl freaking out and that was an advanced level of girl sex.

Rose then reached for the rest of Rachel's clothes, but she was quickly stopped.

"I can do it..." Rachel said, the first words to pass her lips in what felt like hours. Her voice was barely above a whisper and Rose saw the confusion and fear all over her face, but also the desire.

"Then do it Rachel," Rose pressed. "Get those clothes off. Show me your body like I showed you mine."

Not believing she was undressing with another woman next to her, Rachel swallowed hard and pulled her slip dress over her head. Why was she doing this? Why was it feeling so good? Rachel didn't know the answers but she did know this was exciting her like nothing else had in the same time. It was like the first time she had ever had sex. But she wasn't going to have sex with Rose. Was she?

As that thought lingered Rachel threw her dress down onto the floor leaving her still pretty much fully dressed. She had worn jeans and a tank top underneath, but no bra and it was easy for Rose to see how hard her nipples were getting against her pink and white top.

"Mmmm you do want this. I knew it," Rose grinned. "Relax baby. You're going to be so happy you did this."

Rachel then received a shock to her system when Rose pressed her naked body right up to hers and began inching up her tank top. She supposed she should have been expecting it, but she still gasped. And then came another shock when she tried to force Rose's hands off her and get her not to do this and she found she couldn't.

She was enjoying it too much to make Rose stop. She loved the feel of her soft, full breasts crushing into her body and the feel of feminine hands taking off her top.

"I...never...with..." Rachel began, trying to tell Rose she'd never done these sorts of things with another girl before. But before she could she was interrupted by Rose pressing a finger to her lips.

"Shhhh..." Rose said. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good you can make yourself feel every day."

Rose had put many notches on her bed post over the years. Sometimes she was rough and demanding and made sure the girl she was seducing knew full well she was her bitch. But at times like this Rose knew it was best to be gentle.

She almost had Rachel. She could feel the girl was right on the verge of breaking the dam of her inhibitions and surrendering to the desires pumping through her veins.

Pulling up Rachel's top, Rose licked her lips at the sight of her newest conquest's succulent bare breasts. They looked so damn perky and were capped off by two of the pinkest pebble nipples Rose had ever seen. She longed to reach down and lick them and see if they tasted as good as they looked, but she waited. It was too soon for that. She just had to have the tiniest bit of patience and she knew Rachel would be hers.

"Now it's going to get really good," Rose promised slyly as she reached for Rachel's jeans. She undid the button and pulled down her zipper, doing it slowly on purpose. She wanted Rachel to hear every click of the zipper and savor the sounds of her seduction.

Rachel was unable to stifle an aroused moan of impatience. Now she was starting to really want this. The more Rose touched her, the hornier she got. Rachel knew this was exactly what Rose wanted to happen, but she didn't care. It felt too good to stop or think or worry or do anything but just lie back and get touched.

Staring up at Rachel and biting her lip to keep herself from just devouring this quivering mass of confused woman before her, Rose eased down Rachel's jeans and found herself staring at pale blue panties that were positively soaked, maybe even more than hers had been.

Rose deeply breathed in the scent of Rachel's arousal, closing her eyes to let it properly impact her senses. She longed to tear those panties off and just feast on Rachel's wetness.

But Rose clung to the last threads of her self control and didn't go on the attack yet.

Instead she began inching down Rachel's thin blue panties. Dry they didn't do much to hide her neatly trimmed dark bush and wet they were practically see-through. Rose pulled them away with all deliberate slowness, making sure Rachel could feel the wet garment being stripped off her flesh. Peering up again, Rose saw Rachel moaning softly and writhing on the bed and sensed she almost had her.

Once Rachel's panties were on the floor with the rest of their clothes, Rose pulled herself back up until they were face to face. The two naked actresses stared at each other, Rose with a heated gaze of obvious lust and Rachel with a nervous eagerness. Rose's lips were mere inches away from Rachel's and the girl virgin unconsciously parted her mouth, bringing a smile to Rose's face.

Rose crept in closer, moving her face toward Rachel's until their noses were practically touching. Rose could see what Rachel wanted in her eyes even if the girl still couldn't admit it yet, but instead of going in for the kill, Rose decided to tease a little more. Things were hot here, very hot in fact, but Rose knew she could still raise the temperature a little bit more.

"Touch yourself," Rose commanded, taking Rachel's hand and guiding it between her legs. "Play with your pussy Rachel. Do it just like I'm doing."

Rose then rolled away from Rachel and back onto her back, leaving the girl with her hand between her own legs and a disappointed look on her face.

"Something wrong Rachel?" Rose inquired with a grin as she resumed touching herself.

"No...I...I...just thought..." Rachel began. These words were so hard to push out. But they were the truth. That was probably what made them hardest. She wasn't ready for these feelings Rose was inspiring within her.

"What?" Rose baited. "What did you think I was gonna do?"

"I ummm...gawwd...I...I thought you were gonna...you know...kiss me..." Rachel forced past her lips, her face getting red with a deep blush.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Rose purred, her voice a moan as she continued to play with herself, working her fingers back into her pussy with even more force now that she knew Rachel was hers.

"No...I...yes...ohhhhhh I don't know!" Rachel finally snapped in confused frustration. "I don't know what the fuck I'm feeling anymore! What the hell have you done to me Rose?"

"Shhhh...just lie back and enjoy," Rose advised, moving back toward Rachel and pressing the girl's hand between her legs again. This time Rose kept her hand there, guiding Rachel's over her pussy and masturbating the girl. Rose moved Rachel's hand over her own slippery lips and Rachel was soon moaning in delight.

"That's it," Rose urged. "Rub your pretty little pink pussy for me Rachel. Touch those swollen lips and get yourself all wet to finger. You don't even need me to show you how to do this. You know how to make yourself feel good, don't you?"

"Yessssssssssssss..." Rachel hissed as pleasure shot up her spine from the touch to her slit.

Her frustration just fizzled away and it was replaced with white hot lust for this not to stop. Of course she didn't need Rose to guide her hand and show her how to masturbate, but she loved how it felt. She loved the adrenaline that was filling her body from it.

"Rub yourself," Rose whispered in Rachel's ear, the volume of her voice easily eclipsed by the sound of Rachel's moans. "I wanna see you get your fingers all sticky and creamy. Mmmm I've wanted you out of those damn clothes since the first second I saw you Rachel and now you're mine."

"Mmmmmmmmmm yessssssss yourrrrrrrrs..." Rachel cried. She didn't want to fight off Rose's advances anymore. Logic was out the window and now Rachel just wanted to surrender to the erotic promises that dripped off every word out of Rose's mouth.

Rose slowly eased her hand off of Rachel's and smiled with glee when she saw the girl continue to masturbate. Rachel pawed at her pussy, rubbing her lips with growing lust and when she finally penetrated herself with her fingers and let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, Rose stopped holding herself back.

Without a second's further delay, Rose pressed her lips to Rachel's in a kiss. The younger girl's eyes grew wide with anxiety, but the tenderness of her first same sex kiss soon overwhelmed her. Rachel relaxed and let Rose kiss her, her heart fluttering at the feel of her soft lips against hers. Rose's tongue flickered out, teasing Rachel's lips and tasting her lipstick and Rachel finally opened her own mouth, inviting Rose inside before she could tell herself not to do it.

Rose took full advantage of the invitation and kissed Rachel with passion. She didn't just jam her tongue in. That would have worked with someone like Christina, but Rose went for loving lust this time. She took Rachel's face in her hands and gave her an energetic, but soft kiss, slowly sucking her tongue into her mouth and exploring her newest conquest with enthusiasm but without getting too aggressive.

"Wow..." Rachel was left gasping when Rose eventually ended the kiss. It had just been one kiss, but her mind was completely blown. She had never been kissed like that in her life and it made her want more. A lot more. Her lips suddenly felt very lonely without Rose's up against them.

But that feeling didn't have long to linger because a new feeling of pleasure shot through her naked body when Rose started paying attention to her tits. Rachel had such lovely C cup tits that the television cameras never did justice to and Rose paid homage to them by cupping them in her hands and massaging them gently as she pressed another kiss to Rachel's lips.

Rachel just lay back and moaned into Rose's mouth. She wasn't thinking anymore about how strange this all was and how she never acted like this. She was just reacting to the pleasure Rose was giving her. She closed her eyes and let Rose touch her tongue with her own and explore her mouth fully. Her nipples stiffened even more under Rose's soft touch and Rachel felt her pussy begin to drip. The sensation of her own juices start to drool off her slit and onto her thighs made her moans louder and longer and sent shivers of ecstasy rippling through her.

"Kiss me back," Rose instructed. "Don't just lie there. I don't want a sex doll. Show me how much this is turning you on. Make me feel how wet it's getting you."

Rachel's body tensed up at the request. Could she do that? Could she kiss and touch another woman? It was one thing to be kissed and lie back. It was like it wasn't really happening to her. But to kiss back meant it was real and she wanted it. Rachel's moment of doubt ended, though, when Rose's mouth moved off hers and onto her tits.

With a squeal of pleasure, Rachel arched herself up on the bed as Rose squeezed her tits a little harder and pushed her nipple up to her waiting mouth. Rose gave Rachel's pink nipples a thorough tongue bath, making the tiny pebbles almost razor sharp. She began her tongue play on Rachel's left breast before turning over to the right and then going back and forth while Rachel combined gasps with moans in a medley of pleasure sounds.

This weakened what was left of Rachel's resolve and the next time Rose kissed her, she knew what to do. Rose wormed her tongue back into her mouth and this time Rachel met it with the massage of her own tongue. The two girls' tongues rubbed together as they wetly frenched each other, their bare tits touching in an aroused grind that made both of them shiver.

Rachel felt her confidence grow and her inhibitions fade as she started really kissing another woman for the first time. She began kissing with more enthusiasm, accepting that not only was the feel of another woman's tongue in her mouth not unpleasant, it was something she actually liked. It was something she really liked.

Now it was Rachel's turn to get Rose's face in her hands and kiss her with passion. It was so different than a boy's kiss. So much softer and even sexier. Rachel couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this and the more it turned her on, the harder she kissed Rose. But Rose still wanted more.

"Touch me," Rose urged. "Use your hands on me Rachel."

With only a touch of hesitation, Rachel moved her hands off Rose's face and onto her back. Since this was all new to her, Rachel wasn't quite sure where to touch but she had just been going on instinct for the last little while, so why change that now?

Taking Rose into a form of hug, Rachel wrapped her arms around her and began caressing her bare back. Rose helpfully assisted by pulling herself up so she was hovering over Rachel, giving the inexperienced girl better access. Rose then furthered things by reaching around her back and giving Rachel's exploring hands a tug.

"Lower," Rose said and Rachel, with a gulp, obeyed. Her hands strayed lower and lower and lower until...

"Mmmmmmmmm good girl...now give it a squeeze," Rose moaned as Rachel's hands arrived at her ass. "I wanna feel your hands all over my body."

Rachel's first reaction was one of panic. Oh my God, she thought to herself, I'm touching another woman's naked butt. But that feeling lasted only as long as it took Rachel to get used to the soft feeling of Rose's flesh. Rachel did as she was told and gave Rose's cheeks a squeeze and, even in her nervousness, Rachel couldn't stop a smile from crossing her lips.

She had given her own ass a squeeze from now and then as a test for firmness, but this was way better. Rose's ass felt so good under her hands. It was toned without being hard. It was soft without being lumpy. It was one of the sexiest things Rachel had ever felt and those feelings got more intense when Rose kissed her again.

This time it was a more forceful kiss as Rose gave Rachel a real grind, not only pressing their tits together, but causing their exposed pussies to make first contact with one another.

"Ooooooooooooh," Rachel dreamily sighed. She had never felt anything like the touch of one woman's wetness against hers. It was like her pussy had never been this sensitive before and Rachel found herself grinding her bare ass against the bedspread from the pleasure.

"Just you wait," Rose promised, delighting in Rachel's reaction. "Mmmm I'm gonna make this so much better. By the time I'm done with you, you're not going to even want that boyfriend of yours to touch you again. You're just gonna want girls all day and all fucking night."

Rachel didn't want that. Or did she? Everything Rose was doing was confusing her and arousing her and Rachel was desperate for that arousal not to stop. She squeezed Rose's cheeks harder, cupping her ass and gripping it to force Rose to grind against her harder, mixing their juices together as their naked bodies rubbed on top of the bed.

"So goooooood," Rachel grunted as she felt her clit beginning to make its presence felt. When she got good and horny, Rachel's clitoris had always swelled up like a tiny pink balloon and Rose was definitely making her good and horny.

"Silly girl, you never should have resisted me," Rose smirked, her eyes afire with the satisfaction that could only come from seduction before brushing her hair out of her face and leaning away from Rachel's lips to give further attention to her beautiful tits.

Rose curved her body so she could still grind against Rachel while she dined on her breasts. Rose was falling into deep infatuation with Rachel's body. Her softly jiggling tits just demanded attention and Rose was happy to give it to them both with her hands and her tongue. She licked and massaged every inch of tit flesh she could get at, leaving Rachel moaning and writhing underneath her.

"Only girls really know how to touch each other," Rose said with a smile, getting some air before getting back to Rachel's chest. "I'm going to make damn sure you remember that Rachel."

With another long moan, Rachel showed she believed Rose's claim and why not. No man had ever made her feel this good just by kissing and playing with her breasts. Rose's hands caressed the curves of her mounds, molding them gently but firmly as her experienced tongue and lips made her nipples almost impossibly hard.

Rachel found her mind racing. Her hands continued to grasp Rose's ass cheeks and she slowly began moving them around, massaging them like her lover was doing to her tits. Rachel started to wonder about touching other parts of Rose and how they'd feel different than when she touched her own body. She loved what Rose was doing to her breasts and she started dreaming about Rose moving up on the bed and letting her breasts wave in front of her face so she could lick and suck them and find out just what another woman's boobs felt like mmmm and tasted like.

Such a naughty thought made Rachel blush but she didn't stop thinking it. The only reason she didn't request it is that she didn't want Rose to stop what she was doing. With noisy smacks of her lips, Rose was kissing all over her tits, leaving them coated in a lustful saliva glaze and Rachel was showing her appreciation with moans flying off her lips in a never ending loop, getting louder and happier with every touch to her nipples.

But Rose hadn't put in all this work just to stop her fun at Rachel's chest. The feel of the girl's wetness painting her pussy and over to her thighs was more fuel to Rose's fire and she pulled away from Rachel's tits with her horny grin at full blast.

"Playtime is over," Rose informed Rachel with a wink. "Now it's time to get serious."

Rachel didn't have to ask what that meant. She just took a deep breath and nodded her head. Her heart felt like it was beating at a dangerous pace. The excitement and arousal pumped through Rachel's veins and she didn't feel like she could have denied Rose anything at that point.

Not that she wanted to deny her. It had all been buildup to this moment and Rachel wanted it so bad. She wanted to come. She needed to come. And she could see in Rose's eyes that there was no way she was not going to get off from this.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Rachel sighed like a cat mewing as Rose began moving downward. Rose let her tongue drag a trail down through her cleavage and down her stomach, pausing only briefly to give Rachel's bellybutton a lick and give the nervous girl a giggle from the tickling.

Rose continued licking downward, but instead of going straight for Rachel's pussy, she hung a left and instead pressed her lips to the girl's thighs. Rachel arched herself up on the bed again and let out a long, delicious groan as Rose kissed her creamy thighs. The skilled seductress moved all around Rachel, everywhere except where she wanted her most to go. Rose deliberately avoided Rachel's pussy, enjoying how the girl's moans got needier with every passing second.

"Please..." Rachel gasped. The more Rose teased, the more she wanted this and she didn't care that she was playing right into her hands.

"Please what?" Rose played. She didn't even need to spread Rachel's legs. Her pussy was opening itself up for her, it's pink folds flaring open with wet heat that Rose could feel against her cheeks as she continued kissing Rachel's thighs, tasting the juice that had already run down her legs.

"Mmmmmmm please...don't tease...do it..." Rachel sighed. She was getting so impatient but at the same time, Rose's delay was making her even wetter.

"Do what?" Rose coyly replied. "You have to say it baby or else I'm just not gonna do it."

Rose stared up at Rachel and gave her a smirk that showed she wasn't kidding. Panic filled Rachel again, but not over these new feelings. Now it was the threat that Rose wouldn't finish her off after getting her this hot and wet that frightened her. That would have been the bitchiest thing in the world and Rachel didn't even struggle against the woman's games.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me!" Rachel spit out past her horny mouth, knowing what Rose wanted to hear. "Eat me Rose! Ughhhhhhhh do it you nasty, mean bitch! You got me so wet for you. Show me it's as good as you said it's gonna be! Show me you're not all talk! Eat me out Rose! Stop teasing me and fuck me with your tongue! Just...OOOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYY GAAAWWWWD!!!"

Rachel's cry of ecstasy was the immediate response she had when Rose interrupted her pleas with a long, tongue lash against her labia, collecting up her glaze of juices and swallowing them down like wine. Men had gone down on her before but with just one lick Rachel realized that Rose would easily put them all to shame.

Rose didn't even have to ask if Rachel liked it. Her cries and desperate pleas for more were evidence enough. Rachel's body began shaking on the bed as Rose established a steady rhythm with her tongue. Rose worked up Rachel's pussy with constant licks over her aroused lips, cleaning off the mix of their juices from their earlier grind and getting every new drop Rachel fed her. Rose swallowed it all down with glee. The morning snacks of Elisha, Jessica and Alyssa had only been an appetizer for her cream starved tongue.

"Oooooooooooooh ooooooooooh oooooooooooh..." Rachel panted, loving the feel of Rose's tongue on her slit like nothing else. Before this, oral sex had been just a quick warm up before the fucking started. Rachel had never come just from another person's tongue. But that was about to change and she knew it as much as she knew anything.

"Ohhhhhhhh God! More!" Rachel begged, each tongue lash against her pussy making her lurch. "More Rose more! Yesssssssss you were right! Ahhhhhhhhhhh so fucking riiiiiiiiiight! Mmmmmmm it feels so good! Lick me! Lick up all my juices! Ooooooooooooh I can't believe you're doing this but it feels so gooooooooooooood!!!"

Rose had to put her hands on Rachel's legs to steady her. Otherwise she might have knocked them both off the bed with her thrashing. Rose had had that happen with girls in her bed before and while she knew well that the carpet was soft enough to cushion a crash, all things being equal she wanted to keep Rachel on the bed, especially since she was about to really go for it.

"Mmmmm you think it's good now?" Rose purred as she gave Rachel a long look at how her juices were glazing her lips and down her chin. "Just wait Rachel. Just wait till I really get started on this pussy of yours. Mmmmm it's so tight and pink. Such a pretty little pussy. And now it's mine. I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy so good. You've never been fucked like I'm gonna fuck you Rachel!"

Rose's bold promise and dirty talk had Rachel hissing and gasping in passion, especially when she gave her slit another long lick and then moved her hand away from her right leg to spread her lips open. Flashing another smirk, Rose delivered on her words by diving right into Rachel's splayed pussy and licking away.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Rachel screamed, her voice no doubt easily heard throughout the house. "AHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAHHHHHHH LICK IT ROSE! LICK MEEEEE!!! YESSSS YESSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! LICK IT!!! LICK MY...MY PUSSY! YESSSSSSSS LICK MY WET PUSSYYYYYYY!!!"

Rachel couldn't recall ever having used "the p-word" in her life. Usually whenever someone said it around her she'd crinkle her nose and give them a whack in the arm to make them stop. But now it didn't feel wrong or nasty. It felt liberating and sexy and dirty in all the right ways. It sounded so good coming off Rose's lips and Rachel wanted to be just like her now.

The intensity of the pleasure that was now flowing through her naked body like a current had Rachel completely on edge. Her hands were clawing at the bedspread and she imagined that she could probably tear it open in the state she was in. The feeling of Rose's tongue was everything she had promised and more. Rachel now had a craving for orgasm inside her that she didn't think she'd ever felt before and she knew Rose's tongue was the only cure for it.

Her first lick inside Rachel's pink folds was like biting into a particularly juicy piece of fruit and Rose indulged herself in the taste without delay. Rose delighted in how worked up she'd gotten Rachel and she couldn't even keep up with all the juice that drooled out when she started working her girliest of parts over with her tongue. What she couldn't get just dribbled off her chin onto either her neck or the bedspread below and Rose responded by licking harder.

As her hand continued to spread Rachel's pussy open, Rose lapped away at her quivering and moaning lover. Rose gave Rachel's cunt lips a thorough tongue bath and, just as Rachel started to get appropriately anxious for it, began sliding inside. She licked every inch of Rachel's folds that she could get at, but deliberately avoided her clit. Rose didn't want to set Rachel off too early. She wanted to do more tasting first.

Pressing her face flat against Rachel's pussy, Rose started tongue fucking the younger girl. This sent Rachel bucking forward again, forcing her to fuck Rose's face just as the actress wanted. Rose pistoned her tongue hard into Rachel's cunt, making sure she got just close enough to her clit to send pleasure shivers through her lover without pushing her too far gone.

Rachel let out a series of indecipherable cries, probably only understandable by dogs or dolphins, as Rose worked her pussy over. Her nipples felt like they were at their absolute bursting point and every nerve on her body was at its edge. Rachel wanted to run her hands all over her own body. It was screaming to be touched, but she was frozen with ecstasy where she was, just lying back with her nails clawing the bedspread as she got the best head of her life.

The only motion from Rachel, besides from her murmuring, moaning lips was her hips rocking against Rose's face. It was an unconscious move from Rachel, but she was happy to cede control to her lustful instincts, especially if it meant more of Rose's tongue in her pussy.

"Gyyyyyyyyyhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oooooooooh ooooooooh awwwwwwwwwwww yesssssss ahhhhhhhh don't fucking stopppppp!!!" Rachel cried when she could manage to push fully formed words past her lips. "Mmmmmmm you're driving me crazy Rose! More! I need morrrrrrrrre! Ahhhhhhh don't stop eating my pussy till I commmmme!!!"

That was going to be Rose's plan whether Rachel was dead silent or performing an aria, but it was always nice to be encouraged. Rose's tongue was deep in Rachel's pussy, pushing in and licking away with fast, neat tongue strokes that showed Rose's experience. There was nothing sloppy about her technique and Rachel reaped all the benefits of the skillful licking.

Rose arched her back and pushed her ass in the air higher while she got a better position on Rachel. Her nose was nicely nestled against Rachel's soft dark fur and her eyes craned upward so she didn't miss a single reaction from her newest convert to the wonders of Sapphic sex. By coming in more from above, Rose was able to push her tongue in harder, penetrating Rachel faster and with more energetic licks.

This position also spread open Rose's pussy and she moaned into Rachel as the cool air of the room tickled her own wetness. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs and it turned her on even more. Unable to resist, Rose moved the hand that had been entrusted with holding Rachel down and snaked it around back to take care of her own needs.

With a happy hiss shooting past her lips, Rose began fingering herself again. She had been wet before when she had just been playing with herself, but now that she had Rachel's juices soaking her tongue, her pussy was like a waterfall.

Rose began quickly drilling herself with two of her fingers, not showing any of the careful skill she was demonstrating on Rachel. Rose was going for fast and furious on herself and it was working as her pink walls clamped around her fingers with ease, making it a wonderfully arousing fit inside.

Rachel had no idea what Rose was doing to herself and she didn't care as long as her tongue was still working. Her whole body was flushed and her insides felt like there was pure adrenaline in her veins. Everything tingled and she was having trouble catching her breath. It was all getting faster and faster and Rachel knew what this meant.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gonna...gonna commmmmmme!!" Rachel gasped, her breasts heaving as it took bursts of energy to push her words out. She assumed that warning would cause Rose to do whatever she could to get her off. But Rachel was wrong.

"Mmmmm is that what you're gonna do sweetie?" Rose evilly teased, pulling her tongue right out of her lover and sucking it back into her mouth, moaning happily at the hot, creamy taste that coated it. "You gonna come for Rose?"

"Yessssssssssss...don't stop!" Rachel wailed, furiously bucking her hips to coax Rose back inside her.

"But what if I don't want you to come?" Rose inquired. If it was possible for a woman to grow devil horns, at that moment she would have done so and been perfectly happy about it.

"Pleaaaaaaaase!" Rachel cried. "Please let me come!"

"Maybe I'd rather make you beg," Rose grinned. "Maybe I'd rather you be sorry for being such a brat earlier and have you get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you and make you come."

"Noooooooooo..." Rachel groaned in frustration before her horniness quickly won out over her pride. She was in no condition to put up any real fight. "Please Rose please...I beg you! I beg you to eat me out and fuck me and make me come!"

"That's it Rachel!" Rose declared, loving her new game and keeping the heat on her lover by sucking on Rachel's tender, flared pussy lips in between words. "Beg me! Beg me to fuck you! Beg me to lick your sweet little cunt!"

"Oooooooooooooh fuck meeeeeeee!!!" Rachel begged obediently. "Lick my sweet little...ohhhhhhhhh gawwwwwd...my sweet little cunt! Lick it and fuck it and make it feel gooooooooood!!!"

"Mmmmmmm is this what you want?" Rose played on as she withdrew her fingers from her own snatch and pushed the juicy digits into Rachel. "You wanna get your little pussy fucked?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel loudly cried. "FUCK ME ROSE!!! OOOOOOOOH GET THOSE FINGERS IN MEEEEEE!!!"

"Naughty girl...begging another woman to fuck you," Rose giggled, feeling the familiar rush of having a beautiful woman at her mercy. "Mmmmm take those fingers baby! Take them all the way up your creamy pink pussy! You're gonna be fingering this pussy every night from now on, aren't you? And you're gonna be doing it thinking of girls, not silly, useless boys!"

"OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel promised. "I'LL THINK OF GIRLS!!! ONLY OF FUCKING GIRLS!!! JUST DON'T STOP!!! PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!"

"Yeahhhhhh you're gonna be fingering yourself every morning, every afternoon and every goddamn night," Rose pressed further. "Mmmmm cause now you belong to Rose and this pussy isn't for boys anymore! It's just for girls! It's a dirty lesbo cunt!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS IT'S A DIRTY LESBO CUNT!" Rachel mindlessly agreed. "PLEEEEEEEEEASE MAKE ME CUM!!!"

"Ohhhhhhh I dunno..." Rose drawled out slowly, pulling her fingers out and starting to nibble on Rachel's pussy lips, making her writhe on the bed. "Promise to be a good girl?"

"YESSSSSSSSS I PROMISE!!!" Rachel swore, her body and soul caring only for one thing...orgasm. "I FUCKING PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ROSE!! ANYTHING!!! I...OOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH LIKE THAT!!! YESSSSSSSS THAT'S THE SPOT!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Rachel's cries poured out the second Rose took mercy and did what she had been putting off for so long...attack Rachel's clitoris. The pleasure bud had been swollen and aching for attention forever and the end of Rose's deliberate ignoring of it was trumpeted by the sounds of Rachel's ecstatic screams.

Rose loved how plump Rachel's clit was. It was so easy for her to get it right between her lips and feverishly suck on it. Rose didn't even have to ask Rachel when the last time was she had had this done to her. The frenzied bouncing on the bed and high pitched squealing showed that her clit had been sadly neglected for way too long.

As Rachel wailed for more, Rose mentally shook her head. No wonder girls were so easy to seduce. Boys just didn't know how to eat pussy. How they ever got anything done was beyond her.

While she sucked hard on Rachel's clit, Rose kept her fingers hard at work. One hand was making sure Rachel's pussy was spread wide and the other was fucking her right into a pleasure coma. Rose alternated between massaging Rachel's pussy lips and thrusting her fingers inside.

The combination of Rose's mouth and fingers got Rachel back on the verge in seconds and this time Rose had no intention of stopping. The girl's screams got wilder until they were virtually howls of pleasure and when Rose delivered the finishing touch with a long kiss to Rachel's clit and then a furious tongue lashing against her bud the roof nearly blew off the house.

"YESSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel screamed in orgasm, feeding Rose a mouthful of pussy cream in the process. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMM FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Rachel continued to scream out, mentioning God by name many times and in such a loud cry that her voice no doubt reached heaven. Her nails finally did tear the bedspread as the pleasure gripped her and turned her recently manicured fingers into claws, but neither girl cared. Bedspreads could easily be bought and pleasure like this was priceless.

By the time Rachel's screams quieted to moans and her pleasure began to cycle down, she had tears in her eyes. It was like she had seen paradise and returning to reality was agony. Her brain was seriously fogged over, but Rachel knew Rose had been right. There was no way she wasn't going to want this again and again and again.

So when Rose pulled away from her still drooling pussy and planted a wet, cummy kiss on her lips, Rachel didn't hesitate to kiss back. She hungrily moaned at the taste of her own sex cream and she found herself craving it. Rachel sucked hard on Rose's tongue and licked her lips and even down her chin to get as much as she could.

"Mmmmm someone's an eager little sex kitten now," Rose laughed. "Good girl. I knew this was just what you needed."

"You were right...so right..." Rachel admitted in between kisses and licks. Her eyes were wide open now and there was not any more fear of Rose, just lust and lots of it.

"Well show me then. Show me how right I was," Rose commanded as she rolled off Rachel and flat onto her back on the bed, her tits jiggling as she settled in. "Show me how much you loved what I just did to you."

When her gaze turned towards the doorway, Rose gasped for a second, but that shock quickly disappeared and a giddy smile took its place as she reached out and pulled Rachel to her.

Surprisingly Rachel felt no hesitation. She just gave Rose a long kiss. She heard Rose moan from the touch of her lips and it filled Rachel with pride. Now that she saw how good women could make each other feel she wanted to be good at this. She didn't want to disappoint Rose after everything she had just done to her.

Rachel's inhibitions were long gone as she set herself to exploring Rose's body. She kept kissing her, leaving saliva dripping from their lips every time they broke for air. Rachel couldn't get enough of tasting herself over Rose's tongue and face and her heart skipped a beat as she realized that soon she was going to be tasting Rose too. That thought didn't make her nervous though. It made her want it bad.

"You're so beautiful," Rachel declared as she gawked at Rose's naked form, stretched out on the bed like a porcelain skinned goddess. "I love your body."

"Then show me you love it," Rose instructed. "I'm so wet for you Rachel. Make me feel good. Show me everything you just learned."

A tiny thought flickered in Rachel's brain that she could pay Rose back for making her beg by turning the tables on her, but truthfully she didn't have any idea how she was going to be able to do that. Besides, now that she had a new appreciation for the female form, Rose's body was too good to even think about passing up for even just a little bit of teasing.

With a hungry moan, Rachel took her first taste and touch of another woman's breasts. Just like Rose had done to her, Rachel massaged her lover's mounds and started licking her nipples with slow, wet tongue strokes. Even though she'd never done this before, it now felt right to Rachel.

It felt natural to be kissing and touching another woman's breasts and tonguing her swollen nipples and it felt very natural to hear Rose moan from it.

"Mmmmm good girl...oooooooh you were paying attention," Rose gasped in pleasure when Rachel's lips clamped down on her left nipple and started sucking. "Mmmmm suck on my tits baby. Show me what a naughty little girl lover I turned you into."

Rose's words filled Rachel's body with a rush of energy. This did feel naughty. So naughty and so good. She was still wet from her orgasm and the feel of Rose's breasts in her hands and mouth didn't do a thing to cool her down. She let Rose's nipple wetly fall from her lips before going right after the other one, squeezing her sexy flesh and licking as much as she could as she indulged in the pleasure of hearing another woman cry out from her touch.

"You have the best tits I've ever seen," Rachel moaned, conveniently ignoring the fact that she'd never actually been this close to another woman's tits save for her own. "Mmmmmm your body is so fucking hot Rose. I wanna do what you just did to me. I just wanna eat you up."

"No one's stopping you," Rose pointed out, happy to see how easily Rachel had taken to girl sex. "Get to it baby. My pussy needs your tongue. Give it to me Rachel! Give me that slutty tongue of yours so I can fucking cream it!"

That image made Rachel squeal with lustful enthusiasm and she began moving down Rose's body, barely containing her new excitement. She would never have dreamed that she would ever be doing this. It had been the furthest thing from her mind before now. But there she was.

No one would have believed it if they saw her like this. Hell, Mischa totally would have died if she walked in on this and found her naked with another woman with their bodies all sweaty and glowing from sex. Mischa never would have expected her to act this way. No one Rachel knew would have and that just made it more fun.

It suddenly occurred to Rachel that she hadn't seen her friend in a long time, but that thought evaporated as she caught the scent of Rose's arousal in her nose. She was so close to her and right now nothing mattered to Rachel except getting her tongue inside her new friend's wet pussy.

Of course Rachel might have found herself focusing on something else if she knew what Rose had known ever since she had turned over on her back. Mischa hadn't wandered away too far. She was now in the doorway staring intently at the action in the bed. But her wide-eyed gaze wasn't one of shock. It was clear that she loved what she saw.

Mischa's nipples were diamond hard against her white tank top and it looked like they were dying for some attention. But Mischa wasn't able to do that. Her hands were busy elsewhere. One hand was holding up her short blue skirt around her waist and the other was burrowed under her panties as she furiously fingered herself and tried not to scream in pleasure over how turned on the show was making her.

Restraining the moans and cries of her arousal was getting increasingly difficult for the young actress. Mischa had never seen anything this hot in her life. She wanted to join in so badly.

Rose had just fucked one of her best friends like an animal and all Mischa wanted to do was tear off her own clothes and beg the brunette to do the same to her. But fear held her back. She had never experienced anything like this before and all her boldness and courage abandoned her at the sight of it.

Mischa had seen Rose catch her watching and her first impulse had been to bolt...out the bedroom...out the door...and maybe even out of California. But she couldn't take her eyes off Rachel and Rose and since Rose didn't say anything and had just kept on playing with Rachel, Mischa had stayed where she was, fingering away at her sopping pussy.

She had already soaked her black panties with one furious orgasm and was well on her way to a second. Mischa just couldn't get over what she was seeing. She didn't really know Rose, but she knew Rachel very well and it was like the girl naked on the bed wasn't her friend at all.

It was as if Rachel had been possessed by some porno actress or something. She was saying nasty words and doing crazy sex acts that Mischa had never believed her friend would be capable of, even though she had dreamed of having Rachel in this exact position.

Mischa's stunned arousal at what she was witnessing was compounded by the secret she had carried around with her for more than three years now. From the moment they had met, Mischa had had a wicked crush on Rachel, but had never done a thing to act on it.

Of course it wasn't as though Mischa had lots of experience with girls to fall back on when it came to making her fantasy come true. She had none at all. She hadn't had any idea how to approach Rachel or even if she should. Mischa hadn't wanted to ruin their friendship by making a clumsy pass that she didn't even know how to follow up. It would have been too awkward and way too weird. So she had fantasized in silence.

Truthfully Mischa had no idea if she was straight, lesbian, bisexual or none of the above. She had been with her fair share of guys and some of them had even been serious boyfriends, but there had been those fantasies about women that had alternately plagued and aroused her for years. From the moment she had pressed her lips to Evan Rachel Wood's while filming "Once and Again", Mischa had felt the desire to explore.

The kiss had been nothing like she had expected. She had been so nervous about filming the scene and had never dreamed she would like it so much. Mischa had never wanted the director to yell "Cut." She had wanted the scene to go on and on and so she could keep kissing Evan and then get their clothes off to satisfy the new lusts running through her head.

But she had done nothing to further the experience. She had feared rejection from Evan and had been too confused by the feelings their love scenes had inspired to try and overcome those fears. Mischa had tried to tell herself it had been a fluke and she didn't have feelings for other girls and, until she met Rachel, she had been doing a pretty good job of convincing herself that.

From the second they had met, Mischa had wanted to drag the brunette vixen to the first empty room she could find and lavish kisses all over her body. It had been just like the feelings she had for Evan except multiplied by a thousand. But she had never dared imagine Rachel would be into it, so Mischa had stifled those desires and instead dedicated herself to being one of the best friends, and not lovers, Rachel had.

But lately it had been getting harder and harder to control herself. The more time she spent with Rachel, the more she wanted her. Being written off The O.C. was almost a blessing for her because it had meant she would no longer be tortured by the vision of beauty that was Rachel Bilson every day on the set, knowing she couldn't have her.

And it wasn't like Mischa felt like she could run off and explore these desires with someone else. She was too scared of discovery and besides, she wanted Rachel, not some other girl.

From the second the writers had told her two years ago that they were giving her character a lesbian romance the lust had been growing almost uncontrollable. Mischa had almost told them not to do it because she didn't want to be focusing on kissing and touching another girl when she couldn't have Rachel. But she had backed off from making the demand in an effort to quell diva rumors and also because it wasn't like she could tell the writers the real reason why she didn't want to do the scenes.

The storyline had ended but the feelings hadn't. Each time Mischa had kissed Olivia Wilde she had dreamed she was kissing Rachel and her fantasies had gotten hotter every passing night. Now Mischa took every opportunity to be with her friend, hoping for any chance she might see that Rachel was just as interested in her.

That had been the reason Mischa had come along today and it had also been the reason she had broken away from Rose and Rachel earlier. Going into the bedroom with Rachel would have been too much for her to take. So she had wandered around instead, trying to clear her head and remind herself that Rachel wanted a friend, not a lover.

Of course that thinking had gone right out the window as soon as Mischa had followed the moaning she had faintly heard up the stairs and caught an eyeful of the girl on girl action currently staining the bedspread. Rachel had looked more beautiful naked than Mischa had ever dared dream and seeing her come had been absolutely the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed.

Now, with her hand buried in her panties and her fingers already creamy from one orgasm, Mischa found her fears fading. Rachel was into girls! It was like a miracle and Mischa didn't want to let this opportunity pass by. And with Rose egging her on with her smile and hot stare from the bed, Mischa knew what she had to do.

Putting her nerves and inexperience aside, Mischa took action. She pulled her hand from her pussy and got it busy with the far more pressing task of getting her own clothes off.

Mischa's skirt fell down back over her panties as she yanked her white tank top over her hair, sending her hair flying just a bit. She was trying to make as little noise as possible as she did this. She didn't want Rachel to know she was there until there would be no chance for either of them to back away.

Meanwhile, as she lay on the bed, Rose's eyes kept darting back and forth between Rachel's lips getting tantalizingly close to her pussy to Mischa's strip show. Rose had been surprised to see her at first, but it had been just what she was hoping was going to happen and it was obvious from Mischa's reaction that she wasn't going to need any of the coaxing Rose had just used on Rachel.

Rachel was right above her pussy now and Rose decided she needed one last push...literally.

"Get in there baby," Rose commanded, pressing her hand down on Rachel's head. "Show me what that tongue of yours can do. Mmmm get a good long taste of how wet you made my pussy."

The little push was just what Rachel needed and she responded to it by darting her tongue out for her first taste of another woman. Rose was so wet that her juices nearly overwhelmed her taste buds from just one lick, but Rachel loved it. It was just as hot and sweet as she'd hoped it would be and it made her want to get really naughty for a really long time between Rose's legs.

Unaware that Mischa's boots and skirt had ended up on the floor along with her blouse and that her friend was standing behind her stripped down to her bra and panties, Rachel got to licking. She started sliding her tongue up Rose's slit, loving how intense her flavor was and how there was always more to lick after each tongue stroke. Trusting her instincts to guide her, Rachel set about establishing a licking rhythm that quickly had her lover moaning.

"Ahhhhhhhh yessssssss...mmmmmmm that's how you make a girl feel good," Rose sighed, her hand no longer holding Rachel down by force, but rather stroking her soft hair. "Lick that pussy Rachel. Mmmmm get all nice and slutty with your tongue! Slurp up those juices, baby. Ohhhhhhh I'm gonna fuck your face so good!"

As pleasantly distracting as Rachel's tongue explorations of her pussy were, Rose was keeping a careful eye on Mischa. The lust in the girl's face would have been visible from a mile away but the closer she crept to the bed, the better Rose was able to see just how wet she'd gotten her panties.

Mischa's bra and panties clung to her flushed skin like they'd just been through a rain shower. Her sweat and arousal had her flesh glowing a healthy shade of horny pink and Mischa's nipples were almost swollen right through her thin bra. Mischa's panties were still out of place from her earlier finger play and the soft material had been stretched out now. But still the black silk clung to her needy, young lips like her juices were about to melt right through it.

Rose gave the girl a nod of her head, letting her know that her actions were more than welcomed and also establishing that she didn't want her to stop. She wanted to see more of her.

While Mischa's eyes were naturally drawn to her naked friend and the way her ass swayed so invitingly as she licked away, she also couldn't help but fall under Rose's spell, just as Rachel had Mischa felt her pussy flutter at the sight of the woman who had seduced her friend and she wanted to please her with her body so she'd fuck her too. Even though she'd fantasized about it for so long, this was her first time doing this with girls and Mischa wanted it to be amazing.

With one last nervous gulp, Mischa pushed herself to the edge of the bed and unsnapped her bra. Her flesh was so sticky that she then had to reach down and peel it off her body, but as long as she had her bra off, Mischa was happy.

She saw Rose's face brighten at the sight of her tits and that filled Mischa with more confidence. She began playing with them, massaging her firm, aching mounds and moaning as loudly as she dared.

It felt so good to touch herself so close to the action and Mischa felt like her hands made electrical sparks go off all over her body. Her own touch made her body tingle and rubbing her tits while drooling over Rachel licking Rose's pussy had Mischa moving rapidly toward her second orgasm.

Rachel was starting to really feel like she could be good at fucking girls. She could hear Rose's cries and she could taste the growing heat of her juices and she knew she was doing it right. Rachel wanted to be good at this because right now this was sailing up her list of things she most loved doing.

There wasn't anything about this that Rachel didn't love. She loved the scent of Rose's arousal and the taste of her juices. She loved the feel of Rose's pussy lips quivering under her tongue and she delighted in the sounds Rose made to exclaim her pleasure. Doing all this was soaking Rachel's freshly orgasmed pussy once again and she groaned into Rose as she felt the hot tickle of her own juices starting to trickle down her thighs.

"Keep licking," Rose said, giving Rachel all the guidance she could need. "Get that tongue inside me. Fuck my pussy Rachel! Get your tongue in my cunt and lick it hard! It's gonna taste even fucking better inside my pussy!"

Before Rachel had a chance to react, Rose tightened her grip on her head again and pushed her hips up, fucking her face with her drooling pussy. Rachel's eyes went wide with stifled surprise but that was only a quick reaction and Rachel got right back to work. She knew what she had to do and, as Rose spread her legs wider, Rachel pushed her tongue inside, meeting Rose's hip thrusts with tongue strokes.

Rachel quickly realized how right Rose was. The taste on the outside of her pussy was like an appetizer. What was inside was the main course. Rachel closed her eyes and dreamily moaned as she began lapping away at Rose's folds. She was so hot and wet and her fresh cream was like sweet honey being dripped onto her tongue.

To watch her weight, Rachel had always tried to avoid sweets, but this was one treat she would have gorged on every day and night no matter what the calorie counts for girl cream was. She clamped her hands down on Rose's thighs and spread her out even more so she could get her tongue in deeper. Rachel was gasping right into Rose's pussy but her own breathing was now of less importance. All she cared about was getting all the cream she could on her tongue and down to her starving stomach.

"OOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!" Rose gleefully cried. "Mmmmmmmm nasty girl! That's how you do it you fucking horny bitch! Ohhhhhhhhh you're good at this Rachel. No way this is your first time! You fucking liar! You know just how to treat a pussy you dirty slut mmmmmmm and you're gonna get all my cum soon as your reward! Keep fucking me Rachel! Tongue slam my hot little cunt!"

Rachel loved hearing all this and it made her lick harder. She felt like she was getting praise from the pussy licking master and she wanted Rose to call her all the dirty names she could think of. She was no liar. This really was her first time doing this and Rose's praise for her first time only deepened her love for this pussy and girl sex in general.

Her tongue dragged against Rose's clit and when the actress jumped from the contact, Rachel hit it again and again, making Rose cry out. Rachel knew she had found the right spot and was prepared to do whatever it took to get her lover off, but Rose had a slightly different plan in mind.

"AHHHHHHH YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!! FUCKING LICK THAT CLIT!" Rose screamed. "I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA LOVE EATING PUSSY RACHEL! MAKE ME FUCKING COME! SHOW OFF WHAT A NASTY SLUT PUSSY LICKER I MADE YOU INTO! PUT ON A FUCKING SHOW FOR YOUR FRIEND!!!"

Her cover blown, Mischa gasped and dropped her hands from her tits. Rose shot her a naughty wink from the bed as Rachel's overheating brain slowly processed the information that she had just heard. Mischa hadn't been expecting to be outed like that, but Rose's words had the desired effect of spurring her into action.

"Huh?" Rachel asked, her mouth filled with pussy. What did Rose mean? What friend? She couldn't mean...

Rachel's questions were answered a split second later when Mischa crawled onto the bed with her and pressed her body to hers. Rachel tensed up and pulled herself up and away from Rose's pussy with her face a mix of fear and shame.

Oh God, what was Mischa going to think of her now? Was she going to think she was some kind of pervert? The arousal that had gripped her was now turning into embarrassment at being caught like this, but Mischa sought to ease her friend's visible concerns by leaning in and kissing her girl cum coated lips.

Her eyes got big with shock and part of Rachel felt she had to be dreaming this. It was all getting too fucking weird. Maybe she'd hit her head or something. Since when was Mischa was into girls? It just had to be a dream. But there was nothing imagined about the kiss she was getting. It was so soft and sexy. Mischa was a wonderful kisser and just as quickly as her arousal had started to leave her in a panic, Rachel responded to her friend's kiss and felt her horniness heat up again.

"Ummm you're naked," Rachel finally said after the kiss was ended and her friend pulled away. It was too much for her to process all at once, but she couldn't help but notice Mischa's bare tits pressing into hers.

"So are you," Mischa smiled, her heart thumping like a drum as her fantasy now seemed so real and possible. "You're like really...really naked..."

"Were you watching me?" Rachel asked. "I didn't want you to see me like this...I..."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Rose snapped. "Just kiss each other again already, tell each other how much you want each other and get back to making me come!"

Taking Rose's advice to heart, Rachel and Mischa pressed their lips together once more. They kissed with nervous passion and this time Rachel kissed back as hard as Mischa kissed her. They both knew each other so well and it was intimidating to both of them to be doing this with a friend, but it was also turning them both on.

"I was watching you," Mischa admitted when the kiss broke. "I...I...I've always wanted you Rachel. I've been dreaming about making love to you for so long and doing all those nasty things Rose just did to you. I was watching and it made me so hot. I just had to join in."

An admission of long standing lust was not anything Rachel had expected to hear from her friend and it kind of blew her mind to know Mischa had wanted her all this time, but what was one more surreal level to what had already happened?

Deciding to say fuck it, Rachel initiated another kiss and moved her hands up to grab a feel for her barely legal friend's firm breasts.

Mischa nearly melted into the bed from the touch to her tits and she mimicked the move on Rachel, finally touching the breasts of another girl and not just any girl, but the girl she wanted most. The girl she had dreamt about. The girl she had longed for. The girl she had rubbed herself to sleep thinking about too many times to count.

But the soft explorations the girls were beginning on each other's bodies had no place in this bed and Rose let them know it with an emphatic clearing of her throat.

"Save the lovey dovey shit for later," Rose ordered. "I need to get fucked!"

Rachel and Mischa shared a giggle and Rachel took her friend by the hand, guiding her toward Rose.

"Wanna help me fuck her?" Rachel inquired with a naughty gleam in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was crossing this line with one of her best friends, but it was turning her on way too much for her to even think about stopping now.

"Oh yeah," Mischa answered without hesitation. "Mmmmm and then I want to fuck you Rachel. I want to fuck you and lick you and do every hot thing I ever dreamed of doing to you."

That sounded very good to Rachel and she could already picture how good it was going to feel to have her sexy friend lapping away at her pussy. She had never really appreciated how beautiful Mischa was until now and Rachel couldn't wait for a chance to fuck her. But she knew she owed Rose and she didn't dare leave her wanting.

"Lick her pussy with me," Rachel suggested. "C'mon Mischa. She tastes soooo good."

Mischa was very eager for her first taste of another woman and the sight of Rose lying back on the bed and rubbing herself, spreading her pink folds open with her fingers to show off her juicy girl flesh, was nothing she could pass up. She leaned in and, as Rachel moaned, let her tongue drag up Rose's splayed cunt.

"Cmonnnnnnnnnn...no fucking little girly licks," Rose groaned in horniness. "Fucking give it to me Mischa! Get that tongue in my pussy! Fuck me like your little slut friend was doing!"

"Do her like this," Rachel said, finding herself quite unexpectedly in the role of teacher. Until a few minutes ago she'd been just as inexperienced as Mischa, but now she didn't shy away from showing her friend just how Rose liked it. She didn't even mind that Rose had just called her a slut. She never would have tolerated that before today, but now it was just turning her on more.

"Get your tongue inside her," Rachel instructed. "Lick her clit. Make her squirm on the bed."

Rachel happily demonstrated what she was talking about by resuming what she'd been doing before Mischa had made her presence known. She dove back into Rose's pussy and licked at her swollen clitoris, batting it with her tongue and making Rose arch her back and let out a long, delicious moan.

"Mmmmmmm fuck yeahhhhhh...mmmmmmm keep that tongue right there you little horny bitch," Rose's voice dripped past her lips. "Show your spying friend how to eat pussy like a slut should. Mmmmm if she's gonna gawk at the show then she's gotta fucking eat me out too."

The view from the doorway was nothing compared the up close look Mischa now had of Rachel tongue fucking Rose. Both girls looked so amazingly sexy and Mischa couldn't help but reach into her panties and resume touching herself.

Mischa loved staring at Rachel's tongue licking away, getting wetter with every stroke as Rose moaned and writhed on the bed, rubbing her bare ass against the bedspread and mauling her own tits in her hands.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss you're so fucking sexy Rose," Mischa groaned as her fingers pushed past her pussy lips. "Mmmm you're making me so wet. You fucked Rachel when I was too scared to do it and it's making me so fucking hot to see her lick you."

"Yeah? Is that sexy little pussy of yours nice and pink and wet for me?" Rose asked in between tongue induced moans. "Mmmmmmm you want me to tongue fuck your tight cunt, Mischa? Oooooooh or would you like it better if Rachel was licking you?"

"Yesssssssssssssss ohhhhhhh gawwwwwwd yessssssss more than anything," Mischa hissed, nearly creaming her fingers at the thought of it. "I want Rachel to lick me! Mmmmmm I want her to taste how wet she gets me! I want to give her all my cum! I want her to be the first girl to lick me!"

"Ooooooooooh oooooooooh ahhhhhh yessssss...then...mmm...get those fucking panties off," Rose ordered while pleasure shot through her body from Rachel's tongue. "Get them off and show...ahhhhh fuck yeahhhh dirty girl...fucking eat that pussy Rachel...show your slut friend how wet you are!"

Mischa smiled from ear to ear and didn't hesitate a second in wiggling out of her soaked black panties, leaving her just as naked as Rachel and Rose were. Her juices were already running down her thighs as she stripped herself bare but Rose didn't just want her to get naked.

"Now fuck me!" Rose commanded. "Ohhhhhh yesssss mmmmm fuck yesssssss...mmmm fuck me Mischa! Fuck my pussy like Rachel's doing and she can eat you out!"

Since this was her first time Mischa was a little intimidated taking on someone like Rose for her first time, but for a chance to live out her fantasy of being with Rachel she would have done anything or anyone.

Mischa got on her knees and positioned herself next to Rachel, gently pushing her friend out of the way. Rachel hadn't been paying attention to Rose and Mischa's negotiations so at first she was surprised.

"Huh?" Rachel asked as she was suddenly pulled away from the pussy she had been lavishing love on.

"Fuck me Rachel," Mischa begged, moaning the words she'd been dying to say for years. "Eat me out while I finish off Rose."

Rachel's eyes lit up. Her friend looked so beautiful and sexy and she was so horny now that anything and everything made sense to her if it involved girl sex. If someone had told her half an hour ago that she'd be doing this with Mischa, Rachel would have thought they were an insane pervert, but right now she wanted to fuck her beautiful friend too badly to care if there would be morning after consequences.

The friends passionately kissed again, but they didn't dare linger and make Rose wait. They broke off their saliva and girl juice filled kiss and repositioned themselves on the bed. Now it was Mischa who was between Rose's legs and Rachel set herself up behind the bare ass of her friend.

Mischa's firm young ass looked very good to Rachel's lust filled eyes, but nothing could possibly rival the sight of her tight pussy coated with desire. She looked so hot and juicy and Rachel dove in without thinking twice about any potential consequences, sliding her tongue over her friend's aroused cunt lips and sending a pulse of pleasure through her body.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Mischa cooed, enjoying that one lick more than any fuck she'd ever experienced in her life. She'd wanted Rachel to do this for so long and that first lick was so unbelievably hot that it made all the waiting and pining from afar totally worth it.

But Mischa didn't have much time to appreciate it. As soon as she began moaning from Rachel's tongue play, Rose grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face into her pussy with no resistance. Mischa had been paying close attention to what Rachel had been doing and this time she didn't give any shy licks. She went right after Rose's pussy, working her tongue past her lips and slapping it against Rose's swollen clit.

"FUCK!" Rose cried as her body bucked on the bed. "Now THAT'S how you eat pussy! Mmmmmmmm good girl! You were paying attention to your slut lessons! Eat that pussy Mischa! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhh what's in the water at Fox to make you little whores so good at eating pussy?"

Mischa and Rachel didn't answer. They just smiled at the compliment and licked away at the pussies they had pressed to their faces. Mischa tried to focus on Rose as much as she could. She tried to think about how much she loved the hot taste coating her tongue and how much it turned her on to have this beautiful woman's perfect pussy fucking her face, but Mischa couldn't help but let her mind drift to her fantasy come true.

She had pictured this so many times, but in her wildest dreams she had never thought that a woman licking her could feel this good and knowing it wasn't just any woman doing it made it so much hotter for Mischa. She was practically howling into Rose's pussy over how good Rachel was making her feel and this had only been from her first licks. Mischa shuddered with sexual excitement over how good it was going to feel when she actually came from this.

Rose's hand in her hair and the steady push of her hips against her face made sure Mischa couldn't get away from her pussy, but Rachel had no such restrictions on her movement. Nothing was distracting her from licking and she was giving Mischa all the benefits of her brief, but intense experience.

The first thing that had struck Rachel was how different Mischa tasted from Rose. Mischa was sweeter than Rose's rich, womanly flavor and Rachel began wondering to herself how different other girls tasted and how she could go about finding out as soon as possible. But as good as Rose had tasted, Rachel had to admit she was getting off more on licking Mischa.

There was just something so kinky about doing this to a girl she was practically best friends with. They had spent nearly every day together for the past three years and now they were fucking. It seemed so wrong and it felt so right that Rachel loved it. She licked away enthusiastically at Mischa, swallowing all the cream from her earlier finger play and using all the things she knew that Rose liked to make her friend come.

Rachel was kneeling behind Mischa and using one hand to spread her pussy lips open as her tongue licked away. It took Rachel only a few licks to get at Mischa's clit and she eagerly pursued it with her lips and tongue, loving the muffled sounds of rapture she was eliciting from the blonde. Rachel's fingers were already soaked with Mischa's juices and it started to run down her hand as her dark hair dangled down over her face and against Mischa's ass.

While she was doing this, Rachel also fingered herself, getting wetter with each hungry lick she took of her friend. Rachel still couldn't believe how much she loved all this. She had never done anything this crazy before and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol. All she wanted was to drink her beautiful friend's pussy dry and then get her wet again.

Every lick Rachel took drove Mischa absolutely wild. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and her whole body was quivering in desire, but every time Mischa got too distracted and slowed her licking, Rose was there to slam her pussy against her face and remind her she still had a job to do.

"No slacking!" Rose snapped, her voice thick with arousal. "I'm so close you little bitch! Don't you dare stop licking! Ahhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh work that clit over! Mmmmmmmmmm that's it! Lick it and make it fucking throb so you can suck on it and make me come!"

With Rose's hand still holding clumps of her hair and pressing her down, Mischa had no escape from Rose's pussy. Not that she wanted to get away. If all girls were as hot and tasty as Rose, Mischa was going to kick herself for not fucking one earlier and wasting all that time pining for it.

Mischa knew she had a bit of a wild girl reputation, but she had only had sex with a few guys and nothing they had ever done to her could compare to just these few minutes of bliss with Rachel and Rose.

Forcing herself to look up, Mischa eyed the woman she was licking. Rose was incredibly gorgeous, naked and glistening with sex sweat, her hands squeezing her own tits as her body moved like a wave on the bed, rising and falling with every hot lick Mischa took. Mischa felt flush with power knowing she could make another woman feel that good and she couldn't wait to try it out on Rachel and thank her for licking her and making her pussy wetter than it had ever been.

Mischa kept staring up as her tongue worked Rose's clit over. She felt her own pussy get even wetter as Rose's tender clit jumped and throbbed from her efforts. With so many girl/girl fantasies in her head, Mischa had gotten quite proficient at the art of masturbation over the years and she knew a thing or two about playing with a clit. She had never licked one, but the concept was the same as when she touched her own. It was all about paying lots of steady attention.

As Rose kept writhing and gasping, Mischa lapped at her clitoris, licking her hot spot with her fastest, wettest tongue strokes. The more Rose moaned the more Mischa's confidence grew and the more it grew the faster she licked. Rose kept moaning and Mischa kept licking, slurping up her juices with hungry gulps and tonguing her first female lover like she was ice cream on a scorching July day.

"Suck that clit Mischa!" Rose demanded, her voice growing needy with desire. "Do it bitch! Make me fucking come and swallow those juices down your horny mouth! I'm so fucking close! Make me come nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

Mischa obeyed without hesitation. With Rose spread wide and her hand on the back of her head, Mischa was already buried in her cunt and it was so easy for her to part her lips and clamp them right down on Rose's clitoris. That got a loud cry from Rose and Mischa smiled with pride as she started sucking, nursing Rose's pulsing clit and pushing her right to the edge of ecstasy.

"OHHHHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHH MORE MISCHAAAAA!!! JUST A LITTLE MORRRRRRRRE YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!" Rose screamed, her fingers hooked in Mischa's hair, tugging the fair locks as her body arched on the bed.

Mischa's technique needed a lot of practice, but it was good enough for what Rose needed. Besides Rose wasn't just getting off on what Mischa was doing to her clit. She was getting off on the knowledge that she'd done it again. She'd taken two shy little pussy licking virgins and turned them into hot, horny whores. All Rose had to do was glance at the way the two girls had been looking at each other before to know this wasn't going to be a one time thing for either of them.

Just thinking about all the days and nights those two were going to spend fucking each other ragged had Rose's pussy ready to cream and Mischa's raw but eager work on her clit sent her orgasm crashing throughout her body.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Rose howled in ecstasy as she fucked Mischa's young face with reckless abandon. She slammed her creaming cunt against the girl's mouth and Mischa responded instinctively. She stopped sucking Rose's clit and jammed her tongue back inside her pink.

Mischa enthusiastically licked up as much of Rose's cream as she could, loving the taste of her orgasm more than any candy she had ever tasted. She had never imagined that eating out a girl could surpass the standards her fantasies had set, but there was nothing Mischa didn't love about fucking Rose, especially since she was drinking down her delicious essence while Rachel was still tongue deep in her pussy, licking away and making her feel amazingly good.

Now Mischa could completely indulge in the pleasure that her friend was giving her and she didn't hesitate. She let her tongue flutter over Rose's still spasming pussy a few more times to lap up a few more drops of her cum before she pulled away and finally expressed her appreciation to her sexy friend.

"Oooooooooooooooooh Rachel...mmmmmmmm yessssssssss babyyyyyyyy you're fucking me so good," Mischa dreamily sighed, Rose's juices coating her lower face and running off her chin down onto her neck and chest. "AHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!! Mmmmmmmmm yessssssssss I've been dreaming of you so long Rach and you feel soooooooooo hot in my pussy! Mmmmmmmmm lick me and fuck me and make me come just like I've wanted for so fucking long!"

The knowledge that Mischa had held this crush on her would have blown Rachel's mind, but after all that had happened here there was no mind left to blow. There was just lustful instinct to feed and hearing about how long her friend had wanted to fuck her only made Rachel lick her harder. Mischa was so pink and so wet and so yummy and right now Rachel never wanted to be away from this pussy for even a second.

With Rose having released her hair and pulled off her face, Mischa was able to put herself in the sex position she had always loved best, doggie style. She was fully up on her hands and knees, her firm tits shaking as Rachel tongued her. Mischa had always thought her boyfriend's cocks had filled her best this way, but they were nothing compared to what Rachel was making her feel.

Words were leaving the young actress. Her brain was overheating with more lust than she had ever felt before. All the good feelings sex had given her before today were being multiplied by a thousand and soon all she could do was gasp and coo and moan for more of Rachel's tongue.

After her orgasm, Rose had just lay flat on the bed for a second, letting the afterglow take her to the dreamy post-sex state she loved. But she didn't stay there long. Watching these two friends fuck each other for the first time was too hot to ignore. Rose's body was still tingling as she got up off her back and kneeled in front of Mischa, taking her face in her hands and passionately kissing her.

It was the first kiss between Rose and Mischa and the raven-haired woman didn't skimp on the tongue. She got it right inside the blonde's willing mouth and greedily licked her own cum right off Mischa's tongue before proceeding to do the same to her lips and chin.

"Mmmmmm good little slut," Rose praised. "You made me feel so fucking good so now I'm gonna do the same to you Mischa. You just let your friend keep licking you and I'm gonna make it even better. You'll come so fucking hard Mischa."

Mischa couldn't respond to Rose's promise with anything but a moan, a gurgle and a smile but that communicated plenty. Rose gave Mischa's lips another long kiss and set about helping her newest protégé get her co-star off.

"Oooooh I love these pretty tits of yours Mischa," Rose cooed into the blonde's ear as her hands explored her newest lover's chest. "Mmmmm and your nipples are so hard. But I can get them even harder."

Smiling all the while, Rose pulled away from Mischa's face and bent down to get at her firm chest. Rose captured her jiggling tits and grabbed them with force but not too much strength. As she squeezed the young mounds, Rose extended her tongue and licked at the pink diamonds that capped Mischa's flesh.

"Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!" Mischa ecstatically hissed, words returning with the blast of pleasure this extra stimulation brought her body. "Oooooooooooh tongue my tits Rose! Fuck yessssssssssssssss mmmmmm lick them and suck them and make me feel good while Rachel's licking me!"

"Is she doing a good job?" Rose inquired, pulling her tongue away and rolling her thumbs over Mischa's nipples. "She licking that pussy good?"

"Uhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mischa enthusiastically agreed. She didn't know how much longer she could withstand all this stimulation. "Sooooooo goooooooooood! Mmmmmmmmmm Rach! You're gonna make me come so hard!"

"Keep licking her Rachel," Rose advised before getting back to tending to Mischa's tits. "Get your fingers inside her too. Slam that tight little cunt with your fingers while you're licking! Make this naughty little thing cream your pretty face!"

That sounded like heaven to both Rachel and Mischa so Rachel pulled her fingers away from her own pussy and got them inside Mischa. Her fingers were already soaked with the juices she had gotten on them from playing with herself and with Mischa already spread open by her other hand, it was so easy for Rachel to penetrate her friend.

"YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Mischa screamed, whipping her head forward and sending her long hair cascading over face. She had it all now. She had Rachel fingering and licking her and Rose sucking on her tits, making short, addictive bursts of pleasure explode inside her from what she was doing to her diamond hard nipples. Mischa grunted and cried incoherently as her orgasm drew close enough for her to practically taste it.

Rachel was completely in lust with her friend's pussy. All those days and nights she had spent side by side with Mischa as her friend and she had never dreamed some day she'd have her on her hands and knees with her pink pussy spread open lewdly for her tongue and fingers to explore. It was so nasty. It was so wrong. It was so much fucking fun.

With the sound of her friend's aroused cries passing through her ears, Rachel lapped away at a brisker pace, using her fingers to rub Mischa's clit so her tongue could attack it. Mischa's clit swelled from her tongue and fingers and Rachel was certain she was doing this right. The sound of Mischa's pleasure cries and the taste of her juices was all the evidence she needed of that.

Rose could certainly hear those sounds too. Mischa's cries were spitting past her lips in short bursts, like a rat-a-tat-tat of sex moans. Rose knew those sounds very well and she never tired of hearing them. But she wanted more. She wanted the sound of Mischa screaming her orgasm to echo through her brain for the rest of the day.

As her tongue and lips worked over Mischa's nipples, Rose's hands kept massaging her tits. She had them both within her grasp and she loved how they felt. So firm and fresh. Mischa had a slutty reputation, but her body had no wear and tear on it.

Rose loved how her tits proudly jutted forth and jiggled from Rachel's tonguing and how her nipples swelled under her tongue and between her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, promising herself that she wouldn't deprive her housemates of having a crack at Mischa too as soon as she could get her to Malibu.

After all the girls she had fucked, Rose knew just how hot an erogenous zone nipples could be. She expertly sucked them, drawing out sharper, louder cries from Mischa. Rose knew just how to stimulate Mischa's tits and she gave her the full benefit of her skill at lesbian sex.

Mischa cried out a series of ecstatic noises that might have been words when they began in her sex fried brain but were indecipherable when they finally passed her lips. But Rose knew just what they meant and she clued Rachel in.

"She's gonna come," Rose said, dropping Mischa's stiff, aching nipple from her mouth. "Finish her off Rachel! Fuck your slut friend! Make her little pussy cream all that sweet cum on your face so she can lick it off! She needs you now. Don't fucking let her down!"

Under normal circumstances Rachel would have done anything for Mischa. That was just magnified now. Rachel had no intention of letting Mischa down. She wanted her friend's orgasm almost as much as she had wanted her own.

Rachel fingered Mischa's drooling snatch even harder and tongued her clit with famished strokes. She was nearly desperate to feed off Mischa's orgasm and it took only a few more direct licks against her pleasure bud to get it.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Mischa roared, rapture exploding inside her body as she came. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Rachel giggled in absolute bliss as her face was thoroughly soaked by Mischa's orgasmic essence. At first she tried to keep pace with the creamy spasms that rocked her friend's naked body, but Rachel finally gave up trying to lick it all up and just let her face get creamed. Rachel had never let anyone come on her face before and it was heaven to feel the hot blast of Mischa's orgasm against her skin.

Mischa's orgasmic screams continued until Rose quieted her with a passionate kiss. Mischa's tongue shot right into Rose's mouth where it was warmly massaged. Rose sucked on Mischa's tongue while her hands continued squeezing her tits, draining the last screams out of her. Only when the young woman's body began to give out did Rose let her go.

With one last cry of pleasure, Mischa fell onto the bed, writhing and smiling with a brightness photographers would have killed to have duplicated for a magazine cover. Mischa writhed in her sexual afterglow, letting it bathe over her like a tropical waterfall. She sensuously ground her bare ass into the now soaked bedspread and asked the only question her brain could generate.

"Did that really just happen?" Mischa voiced, wondering if it was possible that she had really dreamed it all.

Rachel giggled again. She had been wondering the same thing. It had all been so surreal and so good. It couldn't have actually happened. She couldn't have actually fucked two women including one of her best friends. But it had been no figment of her imagination.

"Goddamn right it just happened," Rose grinned in triumph. "Mmmm and you two are a couple of natural pussy lickers. You two can snack on my snatch again any time you want."

That got produced two more sets of giggles from the younger girls. Rachel lay down next to Mischa on the bed and gave her friend another kiss. This one was more tender than before and Rachel gave Mischa plenty of chances to taste herself. Their kiss brought their bodies even closer together and soon they were slowly rubbing their bare flesh together, mashing their tits and grinding their still juicy pussies.

Staring into each other's eyes, Rachel and Mischa realized what had already dawned on Rose. They were going to be doing this a lot more in the future.

"I wanted you so bad..." Mischa said again. She wanted Rachel to know this wasn't just a fuck for her. It meant much more.

"Mmmmmm just kiss me Mischa," Rachel replied, understanding everything. "Show me all the things you wanted to do to me."

Rose looked on as the two girls finally had a chance to fully explore each other's firm, young bodies. She didn't mind being forgotten. It was too good a show not to deserve a long, hot stare. Besides she did have a schedule to keep and she was going to have to be leaving soon.

Mischa and Rachel kept kissing and touching and moaning and, by the time Rose moved off the bed, they were slipping into a 69 with Mischa on top, draping her light hair all over Rachel's thighs as she slid her tongue into her friend's pussy for the first time. That got another smile from Rose. She had given this bedroom one last hot memory before she left it for good. Of course, since things had gone so well, Rose had a feeling she'd be visiting it again to check up on Rachel.

Still naked, Rose walked across to where she'd dropped her purse from before. She grabbed it and saw that it had opened slightly. Her cell phone was poking out and she turned it on and saw that she'd missed some calls.

Ignoring it for now, Rose began gathering her discarded clothes. She took her time redressing as she listened intently to the happy moans of girl sex that Rachel and Mischa elicited from each other as their tongues burrowed deeply into wet, warm, young pussies.

Rose decided not to interrupt them with any goodbyes. She knew she'd see them again very soon. When she was presentable enough to be in public, Rose walked out of the bedroom, leaving behind her panties as a little memento for Rachel.

After leaving behind the two horny girls, secure in the belief that they'd be spending the rest of the day fucking themselves into comas, Rose opened her phone again and checked to see what she'd missed.

She frowned a little when she saw the numbers. Looked like Alyssa had called her. And so had her lawyer. What did he want now? And just as she began to consider that question, Rose's phone rang again. Glancing down at the number, Rose saw it was her lawyer again.

She thought about letting it go to her voice mail again, but, with a sigh, Rose decided to answer it.

"Hello," Rose said with more than a little annoyance at having her fun day interrupted by this.

"Rose? Thank God you finally picked up," Jason Thorne said from the other end. "I've been calling you all day. Hell, I've been calling you for the last two weeks! I've been leaving you messages!"

"And I've been ignoring your messages," Rose pointed out, wondering why for such a seemingly smart guy, Jason had trouble grasping the concept. As she talked, Rose licked her lip to get one of the last remaining drops of Rachel and smiled.

"Rose you need to come see me right away," Jason said, ignoring Rose's remark. "Get here as soon as you can."

"Can't we just do this over the phone," Rose sighed. "I've got things to do today. I don't really have time. We can just do it another time."

"No Rose," Jason insisted. "It has to be today. It has to be as soon as possible. You have to come in here without delay. I absolutely need to see you!"

"Gee, usually when a guy absolutely needs to see me, it's because he needs some of my loving," Rose teased, loving how she could fluster her straight laced lawyer. "Does that fiancée of yours know you're calling me and pining for me like this? Can't you just jerk off and think about me instead? Wouldn't that be easier?"

"Rose, I'm not joking," Jason stated with growing exasperation. "Goddamnit, this is important!"

"Fine," Rose relented with a roll of her eyes. "If you're going to have kittens about it, I'll come in and see you."

"It needs to be as soon as possible," Jason declared.

"You said that already and I got it," Rose muttered as she walked toward her car. "I'm on my way right now. Just chill out. I'll be there."

CONTINUED IN PART 2