Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 20:50:21 -0500
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem: Chapter 11 Part 1

There are several reasons why I am better than Santa and the biggest one is
that I really don't care if you've been naughty or nice.  With that in
mind, here is my Xmas present to you all, both good and bad, The Harem:
Episode 6.  Stuff your stockings with this, boys and girls.  Wait...I said
that last year, didn't I?  Oh well the message remains the same so why
bother changing it?

Welcome back to the adventures of our favorite girls in Malibu.  Before we
get to the fun, let's have a quick recap, shall we?  In our last chapter,
the girls were left reeling from the trauma of chapter 9.  Rick was subdued
thanks to the timely intervention of Delbert, but not before Sarah and
Alyson suffered serious injuries.  Sarah's wounds were quickly patched, but
Alyson lapsed into a coma.  Meanwhile, Rose was arrested for blinding
Love's attacker and now faces prosecution.  As if that wasn't enough for
her friends to worry about, she also disappeared outright leaving them
wonder where the hell she was.  Jennifer too had her fair share of trauma
as Brad responded to the discovery of her illicit activities by demanding
she never see the girls again.  When she ended up running out of the house
to help aid Rose, Brad returned the favor by moving out of their house on a
journey of self-discovery.  Things weren't too hunky dory for the boys
either.  Waldo and Franklin decided not to sell the girls out, but when
they went on television to cover for them they were discovered by certain
interested parties within the CIA.  Fortunately, Rose ended up coming home
still bearing the trauma of the attack and her secret activities with the
insane Jaime Pressley and Alyson awoke to Sarah's smiling face.  We now
pick up a few weeks after that terrible night as everyone tries to put
their lives back together to the way it once was.

For further background you're just going to have to read the stories which
can easily be accessed at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stargazerz/

Now for the legal areas.  First while these are famous names being used
here, these adventures are entirely the product of my fevered imagination
and the fine suggestions I get from you guys.  This is a FICTIONAL story.
Second, if you're under 18, I'm sorry you aren't allowed to have sexual
thoughts.  If you're doing that and you're under 18 please report to
Thought Control and be prepared to listen to a lot of Pat Boone.
Seriously, if you're under 18, don't read this stuff, it warps your brain.
For real...just look at me.

Thanks go out to Ghoulardi for editing my work and telling me the Britney
scene wasn't hot enough yet (he was right, btw) and to Carnage Jackson for
giving me advice on how to properly portray the lovely Ms. Portman.

Most importantly, thank you to all of you guys out there who keep writing
me.  I won't kid you, this is long, exhausting stuff here.  Your letters
keep me going and they are always well appreciated.  Keep them up please.
Write questions, praise and requests to KMB2476@aol.com

Now, here's your Christmas presents from the fine talents at Sharkboy
Productions (which consists of me and a shark...see shark and boy...get
it?)...ahhh my humor is lost on you guys.

Alright...it's story time.



The Harem
Episode 11
"The Good Stuff"
By KMB



As the sun rose and the new day began, the girls began to stir one by one.
Some of the girls stirred later than the others, but that was
understandable because the previous night's activities had gone on rather
late.  There had a house full of guests and that had resulted in many
visits to many rooms during the night.

	Surprisingly, one of the earliest risers was Sarah, but this wasn't
by choice.  She would have preferred to sleep in that morning, nestled
right where she was in between Jewel and Gwen Stefani.  The three had ended
up crashing on Jewel's bed and Sarah loved waking up with her arms wrapped
around Gwen's firm stomach and with Jewel's soft breasts pressing into her
back.  Sarah had wanted to stay like that all morning, but she couldn't.

	She had a flight to catch late in the afternoon and she hadn't even
begun to pack yet.  So, even though she was in between two slices of heaven
and despite the fact she was the very opposite of a "morning person," Sarah
dragged herself out of Jewel's bed and into the day. After few cups of
strong coffee, Sarah began to feel her brain warming up and she sensed she
had the mental faculties necessary to get her ass in the shower.

	A short time later Sarah was feeling refreshed and at least
somewhat awake as she walked back up to her room.  She still had that "just
showered" smell all over her body and she was drying her hair as she walked
down the hall with packing on her mind.  She didn't know why she left
things like this until the last minute, but then again it was easy to get
distracted around here.

	Sarah had intended to pack last night, but almost as soon as she
had pulled her luggage out of the closet she had heard the moans coming
from Love's room next door.  They were moans Sarah was very familiar with
they demanded investigation.  Love had helpfully left her door wide open so
Sarah was easily able to get a lovely view of Love naked and sprawled on
her bed as Alyssa feasted on her pussy.  Alyssa had been naked as well and
Sarah couldn't help but admire her newest housemate's beautiful ass.  Of
course, Sarah could only admire something like that for so long and she was
quickly pulling off her clothes and diving in.

	It was stuff like that that Sarah was going to miss most while she
was away.  New York had so many things she loved and longed for, but what
they did not have was a mansion full of horny women willing to satisfy her
every desire.  Sarah didn't know if she was going to be able to go for two
months without her housemates.  She suspected she was going to end up
totaling some serious frequent flyer miles going back and forth to Malibu
to get herself her "fix."

	Despite what would be a separation from her favorite source of
soft, female flesh, Sarah was extremely excited about going to New York.
She was born there and she loved spending time in the city.  She never got
to spend enough in New York, but this time she was going for two months to
film a movie.

She was going to be playing the lead in the adaptation of the video game
"Parasite Eve." It wasn't Shakespeare, but Sarah got a kick out of the
script and the paycheck sure was nice.  Of course to be able to spend two
months in New York City, Sarah would probably have taken a part in "Bikini
Chicks Do New York."

	When she got back to her room, Sarah cast off the bathrobe she was
wearing and began rubbing lotion all over her body.  It was then that she
caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror and paused.  No one ever said
anything to her about it, but Sarah knew that all her housemates could see
the scars on her body as easily as she could now.  They were her souvenirs,
Sarah bitterly thought to herself, and they were her daily reminder of all
that happened recently.

	The plastic surgeon had done good work on her body and they had
told her the scars would fade soon.  They already had disappeared a little
in the weeks since her attack, but Sarah could still see them as vividly as
if they were open wounds on her body.  That sick fuck Rick and nearly
killed her and Alyson and for what?  For no other reason than he was a
sexually frustrated psycho.

	Sarah looked at the thin lines that still existed on her arm and
across her stomach from where Rick had cut her.  When she turned around she
could see the gash in her back where he had stabbed her.  She could still
feel the knife plunging into her sometimes and, though she didn't want her
housemates to know, she had been having nightmares ever since the attack.
She was reluctantly seeing a psychiatrist for her trauma and she had told
her that what she was feeling was normal and would get better.

	That did seem to be true.  In the first days following her attack,
she hadn't slept at all.  But she was sleeping more peacefully these days
and last night she had been out like a baby.  The psychiatrist told her
that this was because she was adjusting back into her everyday life
patterns and Sarah felt that it was also because Alyson was getting better
every day.

	In fact, Alyson was scheduled to be released from the hospital
today.  Sarah wished she could be there to welcome her friend home, but
they had all this pre-production work to do with her starting on Monday
that just couldn't wait.  Sarah was sure she was in good hands though.  She
had made sure her friend had someone there to watch over her.

	Since Rick hadn't hit any vital organs and the doctors had been
able to close her cuts pretty quickly, Sarah's life had never truly been in
danger.  Alyson on the other hand had been touch and go and spent close to
an entire day in a coma.  There had been intracranial bleeding from Rick's
blow to her head, but Alyson had still been able to find strength to help
subdue him.  Sarah knew she owed her life to her friend and she intended to
show a small degree of her appreciation to her the first chance she got.

	The time Alyson had been in her coma had been some of the most
agonizing hours of Sarah's life.  When Alyson had finally opened her eyes
and called out her name, Sarah felt a sense of elation like nothing she had
ever experienced before.  Though Alyson was a little bit fuzzy on things
for the next few days, the doctors at the hospital expected her to make a
full recovery.  They had been able to stop the bleeding and reduce the
pressure inside her head without her suffering any brain damage.

	Knowing that Alyson was going to be ok was such a huge relief to
Sarah.  If Alyson had been seriously hurt or worse, Sarah wouldn't have
known what to do with herself.  But now she didn't have to worry about it.
She was alive.  Alyson was alive.  Rick was in jail.  That was all that
mattered.  Now she could concentrate on the silly things that made life fun
like going to New York and the touch of her housemates.

	When she was finished rubbing her body lotion on, Sarah began
getting dressed.  She would change before she went off on her flight, so
there was no need to throw on anything but her most casual clothes.  She
found a worn down t-shirt and some jeans and tossed them on.  She didn't
bother with a bra and panties.  She could throw those on later.  Sarah was
hoping that she'd be able to help herself to a little bit more fun before
she had to go and she knew underwear would just get in the way.

	Almost as soon as Sarah finished buttoning her jeans she heard a
soft knock on the door.  She went to open it and a wide smile crossed her
lips when she saw it was Love.

	"Hey you," Sarah said before giving her housemate a kiss on the
lips.

	"Morning," Love smiled.  "I was wondering if you were gonna be able
to get up this morning.  I was afraid we tired you out last night."

	"Hardly," Sarah shot back.  "I should ask you the same question."

	"Me?  Tired out?  I don't even know what that feels like," Love
laughed as she walked into Sarah's room.  She immediately noticed the
suitcase Sarah had opened on her bed.  She had been about to start throwing
some clothes inside before this very welcome interruption.

	"Oh this suitcase won't do at all," Love said as she shook her
head.

	"And why is that?" Sarah inquired.

	"Because I can't fit into it," Love giggled, throwing herself down
on Sarah's bed, her robe opening in the process and giving Sarah a
delicious view of her bare pussy.
	
	"I wish you could go with me," Sarah sighed.  "I'd love to show you
all my favorite places in the city.  We'd have so much fun."

	"I know," Love said sadly.  She had badly wanted to accompany Sarah
on her trip, but her schedule wasn't going to permit it.  Her issue of
Playboy was going to be hitting the stands soon and she was going to be
doing all sorts of publicity for it.  Love had seen the pictures they were
going to use and she couldn't believe it was her in there.  She had loved
them and she couldn't wait to show them to her housemates.  Plus her agent
said interesting new opportunities were popping up already and Love knew
she had to be around for meetings, auditions or whatever.

	"Promise me you're going to visit me though," Sarah said.

	"Of course," Love agreed.  "I don't think I could be without you
for two months.  Plus I wouldn't want to deprive you of these..."

	Love then giggled again and opened her robe to expose her naked
tits.  Sarah smiled when she saw her lover's bare chest and she didn't
hesitate one second before leaning down and kissing each breast and
dragging her tongue over Love's nipples.  Love moaned as her nipples
swelled under Sarah's tongue.  She had been so afraid that all of this was
going to end, but it hadn't.  It had only gotten better.

	After getting Love's tits all wet and stimulated, the expert tease
in Sarah made her pull away leaving her housemate pouting for more.

	"No fair," Love playfully whined.

	"Didn't you get enough last night?" Sarah laughed.

	"It's never enough," Love said, before focusing on what had been
hanging over all of them like a cloud since Sarah had announced it.  "It's
just that I want to make sure I get as much of you before...you know..."

	"I know," Sarah sighed before sitting down on the bed next to Love
and wrapping her arm around her shoulder, enticing the brunette to snuggle
a little closer and rest her head on Sarah's shoulder.  "But we still have
time before Freddie and I get married and even after that, you're still
going to see me.  I don't want to stop anything we're doing."

	"Yeah, but you won't be here anymore," Love pointed out and there
was no way anyone could sugarcoat that.  When Sarah had agreed to Freddie's
wish that they get married when she got back from New York she knew she was
going to have to leave the mansion.  She didn't want to think about that,
but as the days grew closer it was inescapable.  Love was right.  She would
still see them and have fun with them, but she couldn't live with them
anymore.

	"Well, we'll just have to make sure we have as much fun as possible
before I get married," Sarah offered.  Love liked the sound of that and
illustrated it by caressing Sarah's face and kissing her passionately.

	"Just make sure you don't get too caught up with your New York City
hotties and forget about us California girls," Love requested.

	"Ok, but only if you promise that the mansion will still be
standing when I get back," Sarah countered.  "Don't rock the house too
much."

	"I don't know if I can promise that," Love said.

	"Fair enough," Sarah smiled.  "That might be asking too much,
especially with Alyssa in the house now.  She and Rose have quite the
potential for destruction."

	As soon as the name of their housemate escaped her lips, Sarah and
Love shared a look of concern.  No one really talked about it, but it was
clear that Rose wasn't herself these days.  Her usual fearless and
affectionate lewdness had been muted.  It seemed like Rose was walking
around in a daze most of the time and it was very disconcerting for
everyone to have the loudest voice in the house silenced.

	Rose hadn't even participated in their fun last night and her
absence had been extremely noticeable.  Every time one of them went to talk
to her about it, she just told them everything was going to be fine and
that they shouldn't worry.  But of course they did worry, how could they
not?  Rose was their friend.

	The media attention surrounding Rose's arrest had died down, but
since a trial of some sort seemed likely, it was sure to flare up again.
Rose had expressed no desire to talk about what happened so her housemates
didn't press her on it.  Love felt she owed so much to Rose for saving her
from being raped and she just wanted her friend and lover to be like she
was before.  Rose had assured her time and time again that what had
happened hadn't been her fault, but it didn't mean the guilt was completely
gone.

	But Love didn't want to think about that now.  She figured, as
everyone else did, that Rose would soon snap out of it.  She couldn't go
too long without being herself and everyone in the house was looking
forward to a full dose of pure Rose.  She just needed something to inspire
her.  The only thing Love wanted to think about was squeezing in some more
fun before Sarah left for the airport.

	"So how about you get that mouth of yours back where you just had
it," Love suggested, slipping her robe off her shoulders to reveal her
whole torso.

	That was so tempting to Sarah.  Seeing a beautiful half naked woman
on your bed was something difficult to resist.  Unfortunately, she had so
many things to do and had only a short period of time to get to all of
them.

	"I can't," Sarah said as if she was trying to convince herself.  "I
have to pack."

	Love sighed as she picked her robe back up and covered her body.
Fortunately Sarah had an idea of how they could both get what they wanted.

	"Tell you what," Sarah suggested.  "You let me pack and then I'll
come and find you and when I do, I'll fuck your brains out.  How's that
sound?"

	"That'll do," Love smiled before kissing Sarah once more.  "So get
to it.  Go pack.  I'll be waiting for you."

	Love then left Sarah behind as she walked next door to her room so
she could get dressed and start her day.

* * * * *

	While Love was getting dressed, Alyssa was extremely undressed and
proud of it.  In fact, since she had moved into the mansion, the frequency
of times she actually wore clothes had gone way down.  While most of the
girls usually wrapped themselves up in something when they weren't having
their fun, Alyssa had absolutely no inhibitions about walking around the
place completely naked.

	It was not uncommon for someone in the house to see Alyssa reading
a magazine, watching television or making soup in the buff.  She didn't
mind and they certainly didn't either.  Alyssa was proud of her body and
there was no better place than this to show it off.

	Moving into the mansion had been everything Alyssa had hoped for
and more.  From the first time Rose had brought her here, she had wanted in
more than she'd ever wanted anything.  When Rose finally said she could
join their group, Alyssa totally believed she had found her place in the
world.

	Things had gotten off to a bumpy start with all that had happened,
but now Alyssa was now settled in and having the time of her life.  There
was a willing woman behind every door and Alyssa was in heaven. When she
had begun exploring her sexuality with her "Charmed" castmates Holly Marie
Combs and Shannen Doherty, Alyssa had thought what was happening was an
isolated thing.  However, when Shannen had run off and Rose had joined the
show, Alyssa's eyes had been opened.

	This was where she belonged.  This was where she could be totally
at ease and indulge in every fantasy that tickled her desire.  Only at a
place like this could she have started off the night eating out Jennifer
Love Hewitt and ended up in a three-girl pileup in a hot tub with Jennifer
Aniston and Sarah Michelle Gellar.  There had been plenty of action in
between and just thinking about it was getting Alyssa wet again.

	Ever since she had moved in, Alyssa's natural lustiness had
increased several times over.  Now her pussy was wet 24/7 and she loved it.
There was so much she wanted to indulge in and it was all here for the
taking.

	Thinking of indulgences, Alyssa began to feel a craving as she
walked down the hallway.  It was time to find something to eat and she
wasn't thinking about food.  Sure Alyssa would have accepted a bowl of
cereal if that was all she could find, but she was hoping for something
more.  Fortunately when she reached the kitchen she found just what she was
looking for.

	"Morning Alyssa," Holly Marie Combs said brightly from behind the
table as she sipped on some coffee.  She was a little shocked by Alyssa
walking around completely naked, but she should have been used to it by
then.

	"You find everything ok, Holly?" Alyssa asked her co-star and
lover.

	"Yeah it was all right where you said it would be," Holly replied.

	"So...what do you think?  About this place?  About everything?"
Alyssa asked, just about bursting with energy.

	"This place...it's just so...so wild," Holly said, struggling to
come up with the right word.  This hadn't been her first time at the
mansion, but it had been the first time she had spent the night.  Holly
wasn't as sexually bold as Alyssa or Rose, but hell some porn stars weren't
as sexually bold as they were.  Holly liked keeping her lesbian desires
secret amongst her castmates and didn't want to broadcast to the world that
she loved pussy.

	The first time she had come here, she had ended up sunbathing nude
by the pool and fucking both Rose and Jewel.  Of course she had then
witnessed the strangest and hottest thing she had ever seen.  Jennifer had
apparently let the secret of this place slip out to three guys next door
and her housemates had punished her fucking her silly.

	Holly had been taken aback by it at first, but seeing Jennifer
chained down and forced to service a roomful of beautiful women got Holly
wet and she had eventually joined in.  Even though what she had done had
lead to a series of intense orgasms, Holly hadn't wanted to make this a
regular thing.  She didn't want to lose what was special about her times
with Alyssa and Rose.

	Eventually Alyssa had twisted her arm to come back and it was next
to impossible to refuse her friend anything.  So Holly had spent her Friday
night at the mansion.  When she arrived she had walked up and found Sarah
and Alyssa double teaming Love.  They had beckoned her to join them, but
she was a little too taken aback to jump right in.  She still couldn't
believe women like this could get that wild, but there it had been right in
front of her.

	She had watched the three girls go at it, getting wetter by the
second until she could take it no more and had to join in.  Holly had
quickly found that she wasn't the only one who wanted to join in as
Jennifer too wandered by.  She and Jennifer ended up undressing each other
and creating a twosome to go along with the threesome.  Soon they were
mixing and matching partners, rooms and toys as they fucked and licked the
whole night away.

	"Of course it's wild, but you did have fun, didn't you?" Alyssa
asked.

	"Mmmmm did I ever," Holly smiled.  "It was just what I needed."

	Holly had lost track of how many times she had come the night
before.  It was like nothing she had ever participated in before.  She
could see why Alyssa and Rose loved it here so much.  While she knew that
living here all the time wasn't for her, she did plan on being a much more
frequent visitor.

	"Good," Alyssa grinned.  "You have no idea how fucking amazing it
is to live here, Holly.  You have to stay.  I've never felt this good in my
life."

	"All the same I think I'll stick to dropping by once in a while,"
Holly said gratefully.  "You girls would end up draining me in a week."

	"Suit yourself," Alyssa shrugged.  "That just means there's more
for me."

	Alyssa and Holly then shared a laugh, but they also couldn't help
but think about how much better everything would have been if the third
member of their cast was with them.

	"I just wish Rose had been there too," Holly sighed.  "I mean she
was the one who showed us this place.  It felt kind of weird without her,
you know?"

	"Yeah," Alyssa agreed.  "I tried to get her in it, but she said she
wasn't feeling well.  She's just been so distant lately.  I really miss
being with her.  It's not as much fun if she's not joining us."

	"I miss her too," Holly said.  It wasn't like they didn't see her
everyday whether on the set or at the mansion, but Rose had changed since
the incident at the concert.  She acted so withdrawn and quiet now.  "I
never thought I'd miss the way she'd shock me, but I do.  No one can ever
make me feel as excited on the inside like she can."

	"Oh, are you saying I don't make you excited?" Alyssa asked, happy
to shift the conversation to a more playful tone.

	"Nooooo...that's not what I meant at all," Holly shrieked in
laughter as Alyssa reached up and began tickling her.

	"Yeah right," Alyssa shot back.  "I am so totally offended right
now Holly.  I bring you here as a guest and you insult me.  And speaking of
which, I don't think those pajamas are standard issue here, are they?"

	Holly then glanced down at the red silk pajamas she was wearing
around the table.  She had brought them with her and she loved how they
felt on her skin, but it did seem kind of odd for her to be in them while
Alyssa was dressed as she was.

	"Hey just because I don't go around flaunting my goodies all the
time, doesn't mean you can make fun of me," Holly chided her friend.  "Not
all of us are so at ease with letting our tits hang out."

	"What's the matter Holly?" Alyssa grinned as she stood up from the
table and struck a pose.  "Don't you like what you see?"

	"You know I do," Holly blushed slightly as her eyes scanned
Alyssa's nude body.  Rose and especially Alyssa had always been so carefree
with their bodies but Holly had never been the type to just walk around
naked.  Of course she might have changed that if she had been blessed with
Alyssa's body.  Holly loved staring at her bronzed skin, her toned stomach
and her proud breasts jutting out, sweetly capped with pink nipples.

	"Oh yeah, well then why don't you show me how much you like it?"
Alyssa offered as her craving started up again.

	"And how can I do that?" Holly asked while shivering in
anticipation over the lustful look Alyssa gave her.  She knew what that
look meant and it had her pussy dripping almost instantly.

	"By just lying back and giving me my breakfast," Alyssa said sexily
as she got back in her chair and kissed Holly's pouting lips.  They two
actresses kissed and sucked each other's tongues with passion and abandon
and Alyssa slowly began to move her hand into Holly's pajama top.  Holly
was a little bit concerned about someone walking in on them, but Alyssa was
just so insistent.  Besides, doing this right out in the open seemed to be
the way things worked around here.

	"Oooooh is there anything in particular you're hungry for?" Holly
asked with a moan.  She knew what the answer was going to be, she just
wanted to hear it.

	However, Alyssa was too busy kissing Holly's neck to give a verbal
response, so she answered with an action.  She reached down and began to
rub her hand against Holly's pussy through her pajamas.  Alyssa instantly
felt her co-star's wetness through the silk and she kept rubbing her gently
while she kissed around her neck.  She then pulled Holly's pajama top off
of her shoulder so she could kiss there too.

	"These pajamas are just going to have to go," Alyssa grinned.  "By
the time I'm done with you Holly you're never going to want to wear any
type of clothing ever again."

	Holly had no doubt that Alyssa could do just as she threatened.
Already, every time she was alone with Alyssa or Rose or both, Holly felt
the urge to strip herself bare so they could work over her body.  Now her
horizons were being broadened beyond her co-stars and Alyssa was the one
pulling her onward, just like she had when she had first experimented with
her and Shannon.  Holly often envied the sexual confidence Alyssa and Rose
had.  She wanted to be as courageous as them, but her desire to be more
bold never interfered how much she loved it when Alyssa took control of
her, just like she was doing now.

	"Mmmm yesss Alyssa," Holly hissed in lust.  "Get them off me.  Make
me naked."

	"Hey, you have to help too," Alyssa shot back with a smile.  "Just
because it's my breakfast doesn't mean I'm going to be the only one doing
work."

	Holly returned Alyssa's smile and soon they were deep in another
kiss.  While their tongues played, Alyssa finished unbuttoning Holly's top.
Holly then shrugged it off her shoulders and let it hang off the chair.
Her breasts were now exposed and Alyssa didn't hesitate before going for
her friend's soft tits.

	Alyssa could never figure out why Holly was shy about her body.
She thought her co-star was beautiful.  Her breasts weren't bas big as hers
or Rose's, but that didn't make them any less appealing.  She had what
Alyssa considered to be perfect nipples that swelled out so nicely for
sucking and teasing.  Alyssa loved Holly's whole body and her reserved
nature was appealing too.  It made it just that much hotter when she
loosened up and got slutty with them.

	As Holly urged her on with heavy breaths and needy moans, Alyssa
began running her tongue over the flesh before her.  Holly leaned back in
her chair and that provided Alyssa with an even better angle to lick her
breasts.  She let her tongue trace around the firm mounds and into her
cleavage before she began kissing Holly's perky nipples.

	"Ooooh," Holly sighed, her voice practically angelic to Alyssa's
ears.

	"You like that don't you baby?" Alyssa teased.  "Are you getting
all nice and wet for me Holly?"

	"Oh yeah," Holly said with a happy grin as she felt the tingling
excitement of anticipation in her body that she knew only another woman
could give her.  "I'm getting wet just how you like it."

	"Mmmm I can see that," Alyssa replied her eyes darting down to the
dark spot that was growing on Holly's pajamas.  There was no one here whose
body Alyssa was as familiar with as Holly's.  She knew just what got her
going and Holly was definitely going.  Alyssa hungered for what was
underneath those bottoms, but she didn't want to go too fast.  She wanted
to savor Holly and she still had these beautiful tits to play with.

	Alyssa had her mouth and hands all over Holly's breasts, lifting
them up and licking the undersides as Holly mewed her delight.  She knew
Holly loved a gentle touch, so that was just what Alyssa gave her breasts.
She didn't grip them, she caressed them with her hands while her tongue and
lips covered them in the wet kisses and licks she knew would get Holly
creaming her pajamas.

	Holly had always had sensitive breasts and she loved how Alyssa and
Rose would sometimes make her come just by playing with her tits.  They
would tease and touch her nipples until every hair on the back of her neck
was standing straight out.  That was exactly what Alyssa was doing to her
here again and it had her quivering with need.

	Part of Holly wanted to just reach down and push her bottoms off so
she could free her pussy and give it the attention she needed.  However she
ignored that part because she just wanted to sit back and feel the enormous
pleasure her friend was giving her.  Shannon had left them and Rose spent
most of her time in her own little universe.  Alyssa was the constant in
Holly's life and it gave all their activities an intimacy they didn't have
with anyone else in the mansion.  Alyssa always made her feel good and she
was heading toward such a pleasurable buzz from this that Holly didn't dare
disturb things by making herself naked.  When the time came for that, then
she'd get to it.

	Fortunately for both girls that time was upon them.  Alyssa left a
wet lip smack on each of Holly's nipples and decided she could no longer
deny herself a taste of Holly's honey.  She saw the flushed, aroused look
on Holly's face and it was obvious she was ready to kick it up too.

	"Stand up," Alyssa requested and Holly eagerly complied.  She
pushed her chair back with scrape against the kitchen floor and stood up
straight, the cool air flowing through the room tickling the wet flesh of
her tits.  Holly began sucking on her own bottom lip in anticipatory
pleasure as Alyssa began kissing down her stomach, her legs squirming and
her toes scrunging against the tile as she waited through the agonizing
seconds it took for Alyssa to work her way down her body.

	Sinking to her knees to get better positioning, Alyssa got down to
Holly's bottoms and took a moment to inhale Holly's arousal.  The scent of
her sexual perfume got Alyssa's own sex cooking.  God, she loved women.
Alyssa still knew the benefits of what a hard, flesh and blood cock could
do to a girl, but she was totally in lust with the soft skin of women, how
they smelled and how they tasted.  She welcomed Holly's scent like an old
friend and got to work on getting her naked.

	It was a relatively simple process and, with a tug of the red
bottoms, Holly was bare.  Her pajamas hit the cool kitchen tile and Holly
moved away from them to complete her transformation from a girl minding her
own business to a naked chick ready to fuck.  Alyssa then stood up once
again, kissing Holly and giving the both of them a chance to admire the
other as they stood in similarly undressed states.

	Their tongues rolled together as they made out, their breasts
rubbing and their hands toying through the other's hair.  Alyssa seemed to
have a new hairstyle every week and this time it was short to her shoulders
and dark.  Holly meanwhile had always kept her look nice and consistent
with a brunette main that reached right to the start of her spine.

	As they kissed, Holly and Alyssa were easily able to feel each
other's wetness.  Their pussies pressed into bare skin that tickled the
other and, not surprisingly because of the treatment Alyssa had just given
her breasts, Holly's arousal far outreached her lover's.  That only
increased Alyssa's hunger.  She had to have Holly.  She couldn't wait
another second.

	"Lie down," Alyssa requested as she pressed Holly against the
table.  Knowing what was to come, Holly didn't have to be asked twice.  The
strength of the table easily supported her weight, so Holly carefully set
herself down on it, lying on her back with her legs dangling over the edge
so Alyssa could get at her.  Alyssa hungrily surveyed her meal, zeroing in
on the wetness that coated Holly's slit and got the dark fur of her bush
slick and sticky.

	"I'm so hungry Holly," Alyssa declared.  "Are you going to feed
me?"

	"I think I've got just what you need," Holly replied, her voice a
husky whisper.  She was practically lost in her pleasure and Alyssa hadn't
even touched her pussy yet.  The anticipation of the orgasm she knew was
sure to come was so great that Holly found herself ready to come before the
first lick had even been delivered to her sex.

	"You certainly do," Alyssa smiled as she pulled over one of the
chairs and sat herself down in it.  Her position brought her face right up
to Holly's wet pussy and she eagerly ran two of her fingers over her
friend's slit.  "This is exactly what I was looking for.  Mmmmm something
hot and creamy..."

	Since what she wanted was so tantalizingly close to her lips,
Alyssa chose to no longer deny herself.  She pushed herself in and pressed
her lips to Holly's pussy, kissing her soaked labia and getting Holly
quivering.  Holly was just as hot and creamy as Alyssa had wanted her to be
and she began to use her tongue on her co-star's slit.  She ran it up and
down to lap up as much of her juice as she could to satisfy the craving she
felt in her stomach.

	"Ohhhhhh Lyssa, yessssss you know how I like it," Holly groaned.
"Baby that feels sooo gooood."

	Tastes good too, Alyssa grinned to herself as her tongue did it's
magic.  This is better than any damn pastry could ever be.  Her hands
grabbed Holly's legs and flung them over her shoulders so she could get
even closer to her lover.  Alyssa let Holly's flavor coat her tongue before
she sucked it back into her mouth and let it all go down her throat.  She
then repeated the process again and again, soaking her tongue in Holly's
essence and then savoring her flavor.

	"Oh Goddd Alyssa...mmmmmmphhh," Holly gasped as the pleasure her
friend was giving her filled her with sexual glee.  "Ohhh you are a hungry
girl.  Mmmm eat my pussy Lyssa.  Let me give you what you want."

	Yeah, give it to me, Alyssa urged with her eyes as she ate Holly.
Alyssa knew she was blessed with very sexy brown eyes and when she was
going down on someone, whether male or female, she used them for all they
were worth.  Her tongue knew where to go and what to do, so Alyssa was able
to stare straight up into Holly's face, sending her lustful vibes with her
eyes.  Her eyes simmered with carnality and Alyssa knew from experience how
a good stare could do wonders toward getting someone to come.

	Holly had been with Alyssa enough times to know full well about the
power of her eyes.  It was so sexy to be able to look down and see a
beautiful woman staring up at her while she ate you out.  Holly's body
shook with a tremor of pleasure when she proceeded to do just that.  She
looked down and was immediately drawn into Alyssa's piercing stare, those
brown eyes promising so much pleasure as her tongue teased her pussy.

	Alyssa enjoyed the look of rapture on Holly's pristine face while
her eyes performed their magic again.  Alyssa loved everything about
Holly's body, right down to the way her bush tickled against her nose as
she licked her.  Alyssa's tongue was having itself quite a time covering
itself in the taste of Holly's pink folds, but when she grazed Holly's clit
she knew it was time to pay some serious attention to it.
	
	Pulling her tongue out, Alyssa took a second to refresh her oxygen
supply before getting back between Holly's legs.  She knew what Holly
needed and she knew doing it to her would result in what she craved...a
faceful of hot girl cum to satisfy her horny taste buds.

	"Fuck me Lyssa!" Holly urged passionately.  "That's it baby!  Show
me how good you can be with your tongue!  Make me come Alyssa.  You know
how to do me so well!"

	Alyssa responded to the request by placing a series of kisses all
around Holly's still dripping slit.  Each kiss was longer and deeper and
soon Alyssa had her lips right up against Holly's labia.  She french kissed
Holly's pussy, getting her lips to spread open and giving her access to the
pulsating clit that lay beneath them.

	Holly's clit was swollen with her need and Alyssa went right for
it.  She got her lips around it like the experienced girl lover she was and
she began drawing it out even farther.  Alyssa tugged at Holly's clit with
her lips, massaging it with her mouth and increasing the heat and wetness
of her pussy.  Holly moaned like a girl possessed, beginning to move around
the table from what Alyssa was doing to her with those loving sucks to her
clit.

	When she felt that Holly's clit was suitably aroused, Alyssa pulled
off and let her tongue slip out of her mouth again.  She then pulled Holly
close to her again, so her tongue was flat up against her pussy.  Alyssa
made sure that Holly's clit got the brunt of the contact and then began
rubbing her pussy with her tongue.

	"Ooooooooh Lyssa baby...yessssss you know that makes me come!"
Holly cried out.  "Give it to me Lyssa.  Eat me all up!"

	Having done this to Holly so many times in the past, Alyssa knew
this was going to get her off nice and hard.  She let her tongue strokes
rub against Holly's clit, her tongue flat so that not a bit of the pleasure
bud was missed.  Alyssa thought about sliding in a finger or two to assist,
but she decided against it.  She wanted to treat her tongue to all the
pleasure that morning.

	Holly was beginning to bounce up and down on the table from what
Alyssa's tongue was doing to her.  She tried to muffle her reactions and
not wake up the whole mansion, but Alyssa made that impossible.  She knew
just how to work her tongue and where to work it.  She was tender when she
needed to be and hard when she needed to be.  Holly had seen Alyssa get
nasty with other girls and say and do the most naughty of things.  Even
though Holly loved her sex to be sweet, she sometimes fantasized about
being taken hard and nasty like Rose and Alyssa always fucked.  She could
be a dirty girl too and someday she wanted to demonstrate that to Alyssa
and whoever else crossed their path.

	"Are you gonna come for me Holly?" Alyssa asked, her face flushed
as she pulled it away from Holly's snatch.  "Are you gonna feed me your
pussy cream?  You know how much I love it.  I need it so bad Holly."

	"Mmmm don't stop Lyssa," Holly moaned.  "You'll get it.  Just keep
licking me!  Lick my pussy like that and you'll get my cream!"

	Alyssa plunged her face back into Holly with renewed vigor.  She
sucked her clit with passion letting her lips clamp on it tightly, driving
Holly high up the charts of horniness.  She was close and Alyssa didn't
want her friend suffering.  She wanted to make sure she got the orgasm she
needed and if Alyssa benefited from getting what she craved in the process,
then so much the better.

	"Come for me Holly," Alyssa instructed before beginning her final
push.  "Give me that yummy cream!  Cover my face with your sweet pussy!"

	Holly's cries were reaching a fevered pitch and her hands were
grabbing onto the edge of the table for support.  Her legs unconsciously
kicked in the air from over Alyssa's shoulders.  Her brain was filling with
bubbling pleasure and she surrendered to the sensations.  She didn't hold
back anything and just let the pleasure flow through her veins while
Alyssa's tongue brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

	The closer Holly got, the harder Alyssa licked.  She had Holly's
clit throbbing and it was so easy for her to just lick at it like the
tender bud it was.  Alyssa knew every shot of her tongue was making Holly
feel good so she gave her as much as she had.  She loved turning Holly into
a cumming mess and she was well on her way to doing it now.  Alyssa pulled
back for just a moment and caught Holly's clit twitching thanks to all the
built up pleasure.  Alyssa zipped back in for one last intense suck and
when she did that Holly's orgasmic walls came crashing down.

	"YESSSSSSSS!!!" Holly screamed in ecstasy, forgoing any attempt to
keep things quiet.  "FUCK ME!!!  YESSSSSSSSS!!!"

	Alyssa was fed and then some with Holly's orgasm.  The girl
thrashed about the table as Alyssa's face was coated with cream.  She
licked up all she wanted, satisfying her craving from the all you could eat
orgasmic buffet of Holly Marie Combs.  What she didn't swallow, she just
let soak her face and drip down her chin to her tits.  But most of Holly's
girl cum went right to Alyssa's tummy.  It was as delicious as ever and it
was just what she wanted.

	Holly humped her face until she could take no more of the pleasure
that was coursing through her body.  But even then, she rubbed her wetness
all over Alyssa, unable to stop her own craving for the stimulation of
Alyssa's beautiful face against her pussy.  Finally, even those small
movements ceased and Alyssa looked up to view her handiwork.

	Alyssa saw Holly gasping and moaning and grinned from ear to ear.
It was going to be a little while before Holly would be able to form a
complete sentence, much less get dressed.  Having Holly's naked body around
was definitely something Alyssa was planning to take advantage of.  Alyssa
decided to let her rest up for a moment and then see if she was interested
in taking care of the burning desire in her pussy.

	What a great way to start off the day.

* * * * *

	Jennifer was just finished getting dressed when she heard a knock
on her door.  She wasn't planning on going anywhere today, so she had
pulled out a faded pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that were perfect for
lounging around in.  She was about to go brush her teeth when she heard the
knock.  Jennifer was a little too modest to keep her door open all the
time, but she was confident it was a friendly face on the other end.

	"Who is it?" Jennifer asked.

	"It's Gwen," came the answer from the other side.  "Are you dressed
Jen?"

	"Well, now I wish I wasn't," Jennifer smiled as she flung open the
door for Gwen to step inside.  Gwen was wearing a bathrobe she had borrowed
from Jewel and a pair of socks on her feet.  She gave Jennifer a soft kiss
on her lips as she walked inside.

	"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Gwen inquired.

	"No, I was just getting up and getting ready to do absolutely
nothing today," Jennifer said, staring at Gwen.  As she looked at her in
that bathrobe, it was so easy to imagine her as she'd been last night.  All
naked and spread open for Jennifer's tongue while Sarah rode her girl
rocker face.  It had been so hot and Jennifer had gotten so wet.  Mmmm she
was still getting tingly just thinking about it and, from the way Gwen was
looking back at her, she knew the singer was thinking about it too.

	"Well, I was going to grab a shower and then head off," Gwen said.
"We've gotta be in the studio for a little time this morning and I can't
stay.  I wanted to stop over and say bye in case I didn't have a chance to
later."

	"Are you sure you can't stay?" Jennifer smiled as she began
caressing Gwen's leg.

	"Mmmm stop," Gwen replied quite unconvincingly.  "God, soon I'm
going to be a missing person because I'm going to be spending all my time
here and no one's going to know where I am."

	"So does that mean you'll be coming back for more?" Jennifer asked.

	"What do you think?" Gwen shot back before pressing her lips to
Jennifer's tenderly, their shared passion growing into a deep kiss.

	Of all the people she knew, Jennifer was most surprised she was
doing this with someone like Gwen.  She had known Gwen for years and she
had always put her in a category with girls like Courtney Cox and Lisa
Kudrow, girls she just knew weren't going to be interested in doing things
like this.

	But that had all changed that night Jennifer had walked into Rose's
room to witness quite a sight.  She had seen Love grinding her pussy onto
Denise Richards' face while Rose had been fucking Jewel up the ass with
Mr. Snappy.  And there, lying on her belly with her face buried in Denise's
pussy, had been Gwen.  What Jennifer had seen was so erotic she tore her
clothes off and joined in.  She and Gwen shared a momentary stare at each
other as they considered what they were about to do to their friendship and
then they had simultaneously decided to just fuck it.  Gwen began tonguing
Jennifer's pussy and the rest was orgasmic history.

	"Oh yeah, you'll be back," Jennifer grinned when they ended the wet
kiss.  "Just don't take too long between visits."

	"I won't," Gwen promised.  "Gavin thinks I have a lot of night
rehearsals coming up soon."

	At the mention of Gwen's husband, Jennifer frowned slightly and the
singer immediately picked up on it.  She knew what was concerning her
friend and she placed her hand on top of hers.

	"It'll be ok Jennifer," Gwen reassured her.  "Brad will come back
soon.  He'd be a fool if he didn't."

	"I know," Jennifer sighed.  "It's just that it's so hard sometimes.
I miss him so much.  How do you make it work with Gavin?"

	"Well, what Gavin doesn't know won't hurt him," Gwen replied slyly.
"Besides, with all the time's he's cheated on me since we started going
out, he seriously owes me pretty much through the end of the decade.  I'm
just evening the scales out here.  I mean, what's good for the goose and
all that.  If he can go out and fuck any cute girl he wants, why shouldn't
I?"

	"Can't fault that logic," Jennifer laughed as she hugged Gwen.

	Gwen had been set to break up with Gavin after she had caught him
cheating again with groupies backstage at his Bush concerts.  But, after
being seduced by Jewel, Gwen had felt like a whole new way of thinking had
opened up for her.  Why couldn't she have playmates on the side too?  If
Gavin could do it, so could she.  It was only fair.  So Gwen had found it
in her heart to forgive her after he had come to her on his knees asking
for another chance.

Of course it helped matters along considerably now that she had her friends
in the mansion to go see whenever she wanted to.  Her bandmates in No Doubt
saw her come in with dreamy smiles on her face every morning and they
assumed she was still flush with newlywed goodness.  If they only knew the
truth, Gwen grinned to herself.

"You and Brad are so good for each other," Gwen said.  "He's not going to
throw all that away.  You have to have faith in him coming around.  I mean,
it's not like you haven't heard from him or anything."

"I guess," Jennifer said.  She and Brad had talked on the phone a few times
since he had left.  He never told her where he was and she knew if he did
Jennifer would be on the next plane to see him, so it probably was a good
idea that he didn't.  When they talked, it was cordial, but they mostly
danced around each other, never quite saying what the other wanted to hear.

Maybe they did need this time apart, Jennifer thought to herself.  She had
been devastated when she had seen Brad's closet emptied and their house
empty.  But she was willing to try anything to make this work.  If Brad
wanted time to himself, Jennifer understood.  She wanted him here with her,
but she wasn't going to force him to come back.  She wanted everything to
be good again with her husband, so she decided to let him set the pace for
how things were going to go.

If only he could see how wonderful this was.  He had every man's fantasy.
He had her heart and he could watch her with other girls?  What could be
better than that?  But Jennifer knew it wasn't that simple and it wasn't
easy for him to see things that way.  If only she had been able to explain
things gently to him and not had to drop it on him like a ton of bricks.

Jennifer couldn't stay all alone in the house she shared with Brad.  That
was too hard on her.  At least she had the alternative of being here.  She
could comfort herself with the loving gazes of her housemates and other
parts of their warm bodies.  Since she had come back to the mansion,
Jennifer had thrown herself back into play with her housemates with a
vengeance.  If she couldn't have Brad, she was going to have them...all
night long if she needed to.

Part of Jennifer told her that by going off and indulging in the female
flesh of her lovers, she was just going off and doing exactly what had
gotten her into trouble in the first place.  Brad was off getting his head
straight about her new found sexuality and she was in the mansion fucking
every hot girl she could get her hands on.  It didn't seem quite fair, but
Jennifer also knew she couldn't deny herself.  She didn't want to sit
around her room all day moping.  She needed to feel something right now
besides loneliness and longing.  So she grabbed what pleasure she could and
thank God this house was stocked up with it.

Jennifer didn't care if doing this made her bad or slutty or a cheating
wife.  Being here and being with her housemates was what was keeping her
sane.  She would have been lost without it.

"I just want him to come home," Jennifer sighed.

"He will," Gwen insisted.  "He will if we have to tie him up and drag him
back here."

Hearing that brought a smile to Jennifer's face, not just because it showed
her how far her friends were willing to go for her, but because it brought
up a hot fantasy in her head.  She could see Brad all tied up, unable to
touch himself as she teased him by putting on a show with every girl in the
house.  He would have to watch as his slutty wife took on Sarah and Love
and Rose and witness all the times they made her come with their tongues
while his cock throbbed with need.  Then, after he'd watched her play with
her friends, she'd finally release him and let him fuck her until he
exploded with cum inside her body.

Having both her housemates and her husband together was still Jennifer's
biggest fantasy.  She thought so often of combining her pleasures that even
now, when it looked like that would never, ever happen, she imagined it
time and time again in her mind.  If Brad could just see how wonderful it
was here and if he'd just join in the fun, he would have found himself to
be a very popular visitor.

"I know what you're thinking about," Gwen teased.  It was obvious from the
happy, faraway look in her eyes.
	
"Me?  Nooooo," Jennifer laughed, an angelic look covering her face.

"Yeah right," Gwen replied.  She had thought of it too, even though she had
no real desire to make it a reality.  She didn't want to have to share this
with Gavin.  She wanted this all for herself.  Gwen didn't live here, so
she didn't know a lot of the rules, but she doubted there was going to be
much arm twisting needed by Jen to get the girls to allow Brad to stay for
a night or two.  If he was there, Gwen was gonna make sure she was there
too.  Marriage vows be damned, if Brad was here then Gwen was going to do
whatever it took to feel him inside her.

"It would be sooooo hot though," Jennifer smiled, feeling a nice little
stirring in her pussy.  If they didn't both have to get moving she would
have just reached over and yanked that robe off of Gwen's body.  She would
have shared Brad with her friend.  Hell she would have shared him with all
her friends in the house.  A night like that would have him seeing things
her way in no time.  Of course for that to happen, he had to come home
first.

"Don't worry Jen," Gwen said hugging her friend one more time before
getting up.  "He loves you.  He'll come home."

But when?  Jennifer asked herself that as she lay herself down on her bed,
her lustful dreams and fantasies keeping her hopes alive.

* * * * *

Gwen didn't want to leave Jennifer behind like this, but it wouldn't have
been good for the lead singer of the band to pull a diva moment and show up
late though.  Gwen strove to never be that kind of person and, as tempting
as it was to think about providing Jennifer with some sexy comfort, she
knew she had to get going.  She had to get under the hot water of the
shower and get on the road or else she was going to be late.

With that in mind, Gwen was beating a quick trail downstairs but
unfortunately she was too busy rushing and thinking about all the ways she
could make Jennifer feel better to see she was about to run into someone.
By the time she had realized what was about to happen and Gwen crashed into
someone carrying a big laundry basket.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Gwen gasped after their crash had caused the basket
to be knocked to the floor and the girls' clean laundry to spill out onto
the rug.  It was then that Gwen realized she had never seen this woman
before.  She wasn't famous and it sure didn't look like she lived here.
Judging from the uniform she was wearing, she was the maid and Gwen
suddenly became very frightened.  Who was this girl?  What did she know?
Gwen didn't want it blabbed that she was here.

"Oh no, it is all right," Michelle said in her accented English.  "I am a
little clumsy at times.  I did not see you before and now I am very glad I
can see you very well."

Gwen blushed a little over that comment.  She didn't know this girl at all,
but she knew when someone was hitting on her and she was definitely getting
the eye here.  Michelle was staring at her like a predator, gazing up and
down her body hungrily.  It made Gwen both a little uncomfortable and a
little aroused.  The girls here had looked her upon like that, but she felt
comfortable with them.  Michelle, as striking as she was, was not someone
who earned her instant trust.

"Well...I've got to get going," Gwen said as she sought to continue her way
downstairs.

"Why are you running off when you and I are not yet friends?" Michelle
inquired as she stuck her arm out to block Gwen's escape.

"I guess I could stay a minute," Gwen said.  This girl was something else,
but Gwen couldn't help but notice the way her tight uniform hugged her
curves.  With her ample breasts, blonde hair, lusty attitude and honest to
goodness French accent, she was like a Playboy centerfold come to life.
"I'm Gwen...Gwen Ste-"

"I know who you are," Michelle smiled.  "I am Michelle.  I am the maid here
and you don't have to pretend about what is happening here.  I know
everything that goes on.  The girls and I are very good friends."

"Oh I see," Gwen replied, feeling her own desire growing the more she was
around this supremely confident French goddess.  It was like she was coming
to Earth from another planet.  Gwen still didn't know what to make of her,
but her body was something that demanded attention.

"Yes?  You see now?"  Michelle grinned as she moved in for the kill on
Gwen.  "And since you have made me drop my things you really should make it
up to me by being my good friend.  All the girls here are my good friends
and some of their friends too.  Mmmm they are all so beautiful and you are
beautiful too Gwen.  Would you like to be my good friend?"

"How can I be your friend?" Gwen asked, her body tensed up and her pussy
tingled with every word.

Michelle didn't say anything in response.  She just reached over and opened
Gwen's bathrobe.  She then pushed it open, leaving it hanging on her body
but revealing her nudity.  As soon as she saw Gwen's bare body, Michelle
leaned in and passionately kissed the singer.

Gwen's eyes shot open in shock when she felt the maid's tongue enter her
mouth, but naturally she responded.  Michelle was so sexy and there was no
way she could resist a girl like this.  She didn't care that they were
strangers.  She just cared that the French girl was getting her wet.

"Don't worry, I won't take long," Michelle promised, remembering Gwen's
urge to leave.  "I just want to make sure that you will always remember
me."

Mission accomplished, Gwen moaned to herself as Michelle kissed her neck
and her bare shoulders, slipping the robe a little bit back until it was
hanging on her arms and nothing else.  Gwen was too surprised to speak, but
her moans communicated in ways her words never could.  Michelle began
playing with her hard nipples and the singer felt the heat of her pussy
really start to rise.

Gwen responded to this rise by pulling Michelle's lips back to her and
kissing her back as passionately as she had been kissed.  Michelle lost
herself in the kiss for a moment, but quickly regained control by pushing
Gwen against the wall and moving her hands up to her bare tits.

When she had woken up this morning, Gwen had never expected to be in a
situation like this.  But that was what made this place so incredible.
There seemed to always be something hot going on in every room...or in this
case the hallway.  Gwen loved how it felt to have her body pressed up
against the wall while a complete stranger played with her breasts.  She
moaned again and mumbled into Michelle's mouth.

"What did you say Gwen?" Michelle asked, pulling her ruby lips away.  "I
could not hear you."

"I said fuck me..." Gwen moaned.  "You want me to be your friend?  Then
fuck me!"

Michelle then smiled and said the word that always got the girls in the
mansion creaming.

"Oui," Michelle said as she leaned down to suck on Gwen's nipples.  She
alternated from one breast to the other, teasing Gwen's nipples and licking
all over her firm breasts.  Michelle loved her own big tits, but there was
something to be said for the way a small breast could fit so easily into a
horny mouth.

"Oooooh," Gwen sighed as pleasure filled her body.  Was she like this with
all the girls?  Gwen could so easily see each and every one of them giving
into her strong seduction.  Her mouth felt so awesome on her tits, licking
them and stimulating her nipples until they ached with arousal.  Christ,
what was this girl's name again?  Gwen knew she had said it before, but in
her aroused and foggy state Gwen couldn't remember it.

Suddenly she locked in on it.  Michelle!  It was Michelle.  At least she
hoped that was her name because she was about to start moaning it.

"Ooooooooh Michelle," Gwen moaned.  "Yessss suck on my tits.  Is this what
you do to all the girls here?  Do you lick and suck them every time they
snap their fingers?  Are you their slutty little maid?  Do you fuck them
all like a good servant?"

"Mmmm oui," Michelle said again.  "I fuck them all so nice.  Just like I am
about to fuck you Gwen."

Gwen sighed in deep pleasure at the sound of that.  She knew she didn't
have time, but she was so totally willing to forget the clock at this
point.  Michelle's practiced fingers stroked her tight stomach, caressing
it and tickling her slightly.  Gwen had was proud of her firm tummy and she
loved how people stared at it.  Now Michelle was giving it the tender touch
it needed and she was ready to give the maid anything she desired.

Michelle pulled back for a moment to admire Gwen's body.  She lingered her
gaze on the flesh revealed by the open robe and how her saliva had left
Gwen's tits all slick with the telltale signs of desire.  She was so struck
by Gwen that Michelle began speaking in her native tongue, as she did when
she felt this much desire burning inside her.

"Vous êtes si beau, Gwen." Michelle moaned in admiration.  "Je viens de
vouloir vous manger et vous fait en haut le mien."

"What did you say?" Gwen asked, kicking herself that she didn't know enough
French to keep up.

"I was just saying how beautiful you were, Gwen," Michelle assured her with
another kiss.  She reached down and caressed Gwen's wet pussy with her
palm, gently stroking it and making the singer inhale sharply.  She let her
gaze linger over Gwen's neatly trimmed dark bush.  Perhaps soon she could
offer her grooming services to Gwen.  Michelle loved that so many of the
girls were running around the mansion with pussies that she had shaved.  It
was like it was proof she had had them.  Picturing Gwen all spread open for
her while she applied gel and got ready to shave her pussy bare had
Michelle close to staining her uniform again.

"You're beautiful too," Gwen replied, her brain hazy with lust.  "So
fucking beautiful..."

"Thank you," Michelle said, pushing her hand against Gwen again and getting
the singer to grown in pleasure.  Soon Michelle's caresses had started to
turn into rubs against her snatch and Gwen found herself humping the maid's
hand.  Her fingers were right up against her slit and Gwen wanted them
inside her.  She needed to feel those fingers inside her!

"Fuck me Michelle!" Gwen commanded.  "I'm so wet for you!  Give me those
fingers!  Show me why they keep you around!"

"Oh I will show you, Gwen," Michelle promised.  "I will show you
everything."

On that note Michelle pushed two of her fingers into Gwen's steamy pussy,
immediately getting a rapturous groan and lustful sigh from the singer.
Gwen was wet and ready for her, so Michelle was able to work her fingers
into her tight pinkness with ease.

Gwen gripped onto the wall for dear life as Michelle finger fucked her.
She gasped and moaned at the penetration of the driving fingers.  As nasty
as she tended to get with the girls here, there was always an underlying
level of tenderness.  There was none of that here.  She was being fucked
and she loved it!  Gwen hoped her cries of passion would attract the other
girls.  She wanted them all to see her being taken like this.  She wanted
them to see Michelle taking her pussy and fingering her into a frenzy.

"Mmmm you are so wet for Michelle," the stunning French beauty observed
wickedly.  "Will you come for me Gwen?  Will you come all over my fingers?"

"Yessssss," Gwen groaned.  "Don't stop!  Fuck me Michelle!  Work those
fingers in my pussy!  I'll come for you!  I'll cream your slutty hand!
Just don't fucking stop!"

Michelle had plenty of experience playing with her own pussy as well as
those of many of her previous employers.  The girls here at the mansion
were hardly the first horny females to take advantage of Michelle's talents
and they would likely not be the last.  Michelle knew how to get people off
and she was right on Gwen's clit.  She quickly got it between her fingers
and rubbed it, getting Gwen panting with pleasure and bringing her closer
to orgasm.

It was surprising how quickly she was approaching orgasm, but Gwen didn't
question things.  Usually she was able to let her pleasure build and then
let her body relish each and every situation, but this encounter was not
usual.  Being pounded by Michelle's fingers was releasing Gwen's
animalistic side and she was practically growling out her pleas for more.
Michelle was doing a better job with her fingers than Gwen had ever been
able to with her own hands or her trusty vibrator.  She'd have to come back
here again some day when Michelle was "on duty" to find out all about her
fingering techniques.

"Come for me Gwen!" Michelle commanded.  "Your pussy is so nice and tight
around my fingers.  I am feeling so good to be inside you.  Come all over
them.  Give me all your nice, sweet cream on my fingers!"

"Yesssss ohhhhhh fuck yessssssss I willlllll!" Gwen cried as she furiously
humped against Gwen's fingers.  By now Michelle had stopped her movements
and was letting the singer do all the work.  Gwen had her palms flat
against the wall and was riding Michelle's fingers for all that she could.
She pounced on them like they were a cock pressing inside her and the
penetration in this case was having just the same effect.  They were
filling her up and getting her off.

By now Michelle had leaned down and was tonguing Gwen's bare tits in her
open robe.  She tugged on her pink, swollen nipples with her lips, even
nipping at them with her teeth, much to Gwen's delight.

"Ohhhhhhhh yessssssss!" Gwen declared with strong approval.  "Yessssss
making me so fucking close!  No wonder they fucking keep you around this
mansion!  Do you do any real work around here or are you just their
personal fuck toy?  Mmmm you can be my fuck toy any day Michelle!  Now do
it you whore!  Fuck my pussy and make me come!"

Michelle knew Gwen was partly right.  In a way she was their personal fuck
toy, but hell, it wasn't like she didn't want to be.  Michelle loved
serving her bosses here any way she could and as often as they wanted.  As
long as they knew she wanted them too then everything was just peaches and
cream for her.

Gwen's moans were getting louder and her pussy getting wetter.  Michelle's
fingers now had several coatings of glaze on them and she wanted more.  She
wanted Gwen coming and she wasn't afraid to tell her.

"Do not hold out on me!" Michelle whispered to Gwen before sliding her
tongue into her ear.  "Give me what I want Gwen!  I saw you walking and I
directly got in front of you so I could get you like this.  I have wanted
you Gwen since I first saw you on MTV and now you are Michelle's!  Come for
me Gwen!  Let your pretty pussy come all over my hand!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Gwen screamed as her orgasm hit like a hammer crashing
down on a pane of glass.  Michelle had expertly stimulated her clit until
the slightest breeze would have gotten her off and the hot fingers pinching
and rubbing her were better than any damn gust of wind.

"That's it Gwen," Michelle pressed, closing her eyes and enjoying the
sensation of hot girl cum coating her fingers.  "Come for me!  Come for
your slutty maid!"

Gwen's body shook with rapture as she came and she could no longer grip
onto the wall.  She slid downward, her hands rubbing against the wall and
making a dragging squeak noise as she went downward.  As this happened,
Michelle didn't move her fingers an inch.  She kept tem right there,
letting Gwen hump her hand until she gasped her last orgasmic gasp of
pleasure.

As she fell to the floor in her open robe, Gwen could only stare as
Michelle extended her pink tongue and licked her two fingers clean of her
juices.  Words failed her and she just watched Michelle tongue her fingers
free of girl cream and then proceeded to pick up the forgotten laundry.

"I shall see you again soon Gwen," Michelle promised, leaning down to kiss
Gwen sexily on the lips.

The only response Gwen had at her disposal at that moment was a weak wave
of her hand and a drained sigh.  She sat in her orgasmic afterglow as
Michelle walked away, giving the singer ample opportunity to stare at her
ass sway when she moved down the hall.  She wanted to say so much more to
Michelle and return the favor to her, but if Michelle was right and they
would see each other again soon, Gwen knew it was best to wait till then
when she had full use of all her sexual faculties.

Gwen told herself she should get up and get back on track toward getting in
the shower and getting to the studio.  But she just couldn't get up yet.
One thing she knew for certain was that she was going to have another big,
dreamy smile on her face in the studio again.

* * * * *

Tara Reid was like a bundle of pure energy that morning.  She normally
wasn't much of a morning person, her late nights out often contributing to
that, but she had energy to spare today.  It had been that way a lot lately
for her, ever since her life had changed.

Tara now knew that her life had just been drifting along as she still pined
for her former fiancé Carson Daly.  She had never gotten over the
breakup and she had been feeling damn sorry for herself the past few
months.  However all that was in the past now and Tara knew exactly why.

When she had attended the "One World One Love" concert she had ended up
being chewed out by Carson and running off to find some place to be alone.
Of course she hadn't ended up being alone for long and when she witnessed
the erotic spectacle of watching Jennifer Love Hewitt and Christina
Aguilera get it on, she could feel a new pathway being opened for her.
Tara hadn't had a real lesbian thought in her life, but they had been so
sexy she had been unable to stop fingering herself.  Eventually they caught
her and made things even hotter by inviting her to join them.

But what had happened that night was nothing compared to what happened the
following day.  She had once again witnessed an erotic sight for the ages,
her two "American Pie" co-stars Shannon Elizabeth and Mena Suvari making
out.  This time Tara hadn't been content to just sit back and watch.  She
walked right in and offered her body to her friends.  They eagerly accepted
and when all was said and done there wasn't a hole on her body they hadn't
fucked.  Tara had returned the favor to her friends with glee and soon they
had wrecked the penthouse suite bedroom they were in.  It became a tangle
of naked girl flesh and pussy stained sheets.  They had done it all and
Tara had loved it.

The only downer was the horror they had felt when they had learned of the
attack on their other co-star Alyson Hannigan.  She had also been Shannon
and Mena's lover, forming an "American Pie" foursome with Natasha Lyonne
that Tara was now kicking herself for not being a part of.  Now that they
knew Alyson was going to be ok, they were planning a very sexy way to
welcome her home and Tara couldn't wait.

Tara now knew she was bisexual.  That was a lifestyle she had never
considered for herself, but she welcomed it.  Tara still loved boys and
knew what a good, hard cock could do for her, but she also craved what gave
her pleasure and girls gave her pleasure like nothing ever had.  She hadn't
been with another girl since that day in the suite with Shannon and Mena
and to say that Tara was antsy to experience it again was putting it
mildly.

Both Shannon and Mena were out of town on other commitments and Tara longed
to feel their naked bodies again and taste their sweet pussies.  She
thought about tracking down Love or Christina, but she really didn't know
how and wasn't sure how they'd react to her.  Would they regret what they
had done or would they welcome her with open arms and open legs?

Tara didn't regret anything that happened, except that she hadn't gotten
more of it.  All that had happened gave her such a natural high that she
was floating with her head in the clouds more than usual these days.  She
loved the tingly feelings that coursed through her body when she thought of
other women and barely a night went by where she didn't finger herself to
sleep.  Her showers now were intimate times between herself and her
massager and Tara was loving it.

This morning she had already made herself come with some wake up pussy play
and from a showertime humping of the massager and Tara wanted more.  She
just felt so alive and happier than she had felt in a long, long time.  She
had spent too much time pining for some guy who wasn't even worth her
attention in the first place.  She felt free and it was like the world was
just an open sea of possibilities for her.  She could get whatever she
wanted.

Like a bolting mess of giggles, Tara got out of the shower and went to get
dressed, a white towel wrapped around her body.  She was virtually skipping
these days instead of walking and this day was going to be no exception.
She clicked on the radio for some morning music and when she heard "Little
Bird" by Annie Lennox was on, she excitedly pumped up the volume and began
singing along.

"I look up to the little bird that glides across the sky," Tara sang along
with Annie while she rooted through her closet.  "He sings the clearest
melody...It makes me want to cry cry cry."

Tara always liked this song a ton.  She identified with the bird, as
strange as that sounded, though she supposed you were supposed to do that.
She longed to fly away sometimes like the bird and with a giggle she
supposed this was what she was doing now.  What was she doing if not flying
away from the misery that had plagued her these past few months?

Continuing to sing along, Tara zipped past her full-length mirror, casting
off her towel in the process.  She caught her reflection and began to move
along to the music, dancing naked as she sang.

"They always said you knew best, but this little bird's fallen out of that
nest now," Tara sang.  "I've got a feeling it might have been blessed.  So
I've just got to put these wings to test."

Tara paused her singing and booty shaking when she finished that line.
That was it.  That was what she had...a new set of wings.  Maybe it was
overdramatizing things, but she felt like what she had experienced was
giving her lift over all the misery and pain.  It was like she was flying
now.  She felt like a new Tara.  A Tara that didn't need the approval of a
boyfriend.  A Tara that could be fearless and sexy.

The song ended and another one began but Tara was too busy staring at her
reflection to notice.  She loved what she saw.  She looked at her naked
body and wondered what Love or Christina or Shannon or Mena had thought
when they had seen her like this.  They had done such amazing things to
her.  They had lusted after her body.  She had made them wet.  Tara felt
her pussy throb with desire as she stared at herself.  Women were
beautiful.  She was beautiful.

Entranced by her reflection Tara began to caress her breasts, immediately
hardening her nipples.  She licked her fingers and then began to pinch her
hard points, tugging on them and making herself all nice and juicy.  This
was so hot to look at.  Tara had never watched herself masturbate before.
She had never ever studied her own body like this.  What did it look like
when another woman was doing this to her?  Was it as sexy as it was to do
this in front of the mirror?  It had to be even sexier.

As Tara imagined what it would be like to watch herself play with another
woman, her hand moved between her legs.  Tara teased her pussy with her
fingers, sliding up and over her slit and feeling the wetness soak her
digits.  She wanted to see what it was like to do this to another woman.
She wanted to watch herself eat pussy.  She wanted to see another woman
suck on her tits.  She just wanted to watch herself fuck a girl.  She had
always liked watching herself get it on with men, but she knew this would
be better.  It would be so much hotter.  She knew that.  She just knew it.

Tara had to do this.  It would be so easy.  She could just set up a camera
and hide it.  Then she would have a tape of herself in girl on girl action
that she could enjoy time and time again.  The other girl didn't have to
know.  After all it was just going to be for her enjoyment and for nothing
else.  The more she thought about this, the more excited she became to do
it.  Tara became so excited that she stopped playing with herself.  She
didn't want to waste her juices.  She wanted to save them for later when
the camera was rolling.

Now all she had to find was the right girl.  She wanted it to be someone
she had never been with, but it had to be someone she knew well.  Tara
smiled suddenly.  She knew who would be just perfect.

* * * * *

Tara wasn't the only girl in Hollywood stirring at this hour, but not all
of them were as exuberant as she was.

"Nooooo...I am not getting up," Eliza Dushku whined from under the safety
of the covers.

"C'mon...I am so not going to be up and around while you're lying here like
a lump," Kirsten Dunst insisted as she playfully yanked the covers away
from her girlfriend, exposing her naked body.  Eliza yelped a little and
grabbed the covers right back.

"You have to get up," Kirsten sighed.

"No I don't," Eliza stubbornly contended.  "Not even you can make me Kiki.
Besides, it's not even morning.  It's like the middle of the night or
something.  It's too fucking early to get up."

Kirsten just sighed again and took a look at Eliza, gripping the covers
around her body, her head resting against the pillow and her eyes refusing
to open to acknowledge the sun.  She never thought she would be in a
situation like this...a relationship with another woman.  But here she was.
She was with Eliza and she loved it.  They had suffered some bumps lately,
but Kirsten felt that those were safely behind them now.

When they had gotten into this thing, Eliza had been the one with all the
experience with girls and Kirsten had been a virtual virgin when it came to
lesbianism.  Now Kirsten was feeling more confident and secure with Eliza
and with everything that came with being with another woman.  There was the
sex.  God...the sex was just so unbelievable...but there was also a love
that Kirsten knew was real.  She knew Eliza felt it too and because of all
that Kirsten was happier than she'd ever been before.

The only disappointment in her mind lately was that they had been unable to
get themselves down to Malibu.  Eliza had gone down there once and Kirsten
had been so angry when she found out about it.  But she had gotten over
that anger and the more she thought about Eliza playing with all those
beautiful girls, the more Kirsten wanted to try it too.  Kirsten would have
loved a chance to make love to Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jennifer Aniston or
any of the other women there.

Kirsten had told Eliza of her desire to go and her girlfriend had eagerly
agreed.  Unfortunately, the attack on Sarah had put things in flux and now
Sarah was going to New York.  They were going to have to wait and Kirsten
hated waiting.  It wasn't like Eliza didn't satisfy her...she totally did.
It was just that Kirsten wanted to experience a naughty thing like bringing
another girl, or girls, into their relationship.  She never would have
expected to be into something like that...but she was open to so many new
things these days.  It wasn't like Kirsten wanted to grab the first hot
girl she saw and ask her if she wanted to fuck.  But she was open to the
right opportunity falling into her lap.

However, there was only one girl right now that Kirsten had before her and
she didn't look like she was getting up any time soon.  Fortunately,
Kirsten had a secret weapon at her disposal.

"Ok...fine...keep sleeping..." Kirsten said.  "I guess I'll just have to
take my shower all by myself.  I mean with all that hot water on my naked
body it sure would be nice to have someone scrubbing my back...but I guess
you love sleep more than you love me."

At the sound of that, Eliza suddenly found a surge of energy and threw the
covers off the bed.

"I guess I could use a shower," Eliza grinned.

A few minutes later, both girls were up and under the hot water of the
shower.  It coated their bare bodies and made their skin pink and tender as
they lovingly soaped each other up, stealing a few kisses now and again.
Kirsten just couldn't get enough of Eliza's body and she spent plenty of
time playing with her firm, round tits making soap bubbles drip off her
nipples and down her stomach.

"I wish I didn't have to go to this thing tonight..." Kirsten sighed.
"Saturday night should be for me and you."

Thanks to her role in "Spiderman" Kirsten, for better or worse, had become
a darling of the sci-fi crowd.  As such, they were honoring her at this
year end awards ceremony.  The Saturn Awards or something like that.
Kirsten had wanted to skip it, but her agent had insisted she go.  He
didn't want her to risk alienating the fan base, especially with the sequel
going before the cameras in the spring.

"Just take me as your date," Eliza suggested with a teasing smile, knowing
that that was the one thing Kirsten couldn't do.

"Don't tempt me," Kirsten sighed sadly.  "You know how much I want to..."

"I know..." Eliza said before silencing Kirsten's lips with a loving kiss.
She didn't have to say anything more.  Eliza knew perfectly well the
realities of their situation.  "Just don't forget about me when they name
you Queen of the Geeks tonight or whatever they're doing."

"Oh you're one to talk," Kirsten said, giving Eliza's arm a playful whack.
"Think they wouldn't be all over you...Faith?"

"Got me there," Eliza grinned.  She knew pretty much no matter what she did
the rest of her career, one segment of her fan base would best remember her
for one season's worth of work on "Buffy The Vampire Slayer."

"Oh yeah?" Kirsten challenged.  "Well...I'd rather have you...right
here..."

Kirsten then began slowly rubbing her pussy.  She was getting wet and it
wasn't just from the water streaming out onto her head and down her back.

"Now this is how you start off the morning..." Eliza said as she sank to
her knees in the shower and pressed her lips to Kirsten's slit.  Kirsten
immediately began moaning.  She had felt Eliza's tongue inside her so many
times and she never tired of it.  She couldn't wait to get this thing done
tonight so she could end this day the same way she was starting it.