Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:31:12 -0400
From: kmb2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 16 Part 2

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       As Rose began her drive into Los Angeles, Christina was already
there trying to focus on the pressing business of her record label.

       Christina just wanted to put the drama of that morning behind her
and focus on some work...and some fun.  And since she now had her own label
Christina could easily combine them both and never leave the comforts of
her luxurious office.

       She was already stretched out on the large leather couch, barely
dressed in the belly shirt and shorts she considered to be proper workplace
attire.  All she needed was someone to lie here with her and that had
already been arranged.

       "Thanks for coming in with me today," Christina said with genuine
appreciation.  "It's always good to have a friend here."

       "Hey no problem, I'd wanted to see the inside of this place for a
long time," Gwen Stefani replied as she gave herself a quick tour of the
office, while her eyes kept darting back to Christina's most feline of
poses on the couch.

       Christina was flat on her back and she seemed like she was very
eager for someone to bend down and rub her belly until she purred.

       To Gwen's eyes it looked like the girl was about to slide her hand
into her shorts and just start fingering herself.  Of course that would
have been quite in character for Christina to do and Gwen wouldn't have
minded it a bit if she had as long as she got to join in too.  Being with
Christina had been a bit of an emotional roller coaster lately but she
seemed to be in a good mood today and Gwen knew that could only lead to
sex.

       "I'd rather you were looking at something else," Christina giggled.
"Who wants to look at a boring ol' office when you've got a hot piece of
ass waiting for you right here?"

       "Mmm good point," Gwen replied, cutting her tour short and heading
over to the couch.  Gwen bent down and placed a long kiss right on
Christina's lips, which eagerly received it and responded by opening wide
for Gwen's tongue.  Gwen and Christina were well experienced in kissing
each other and it wasn't long before they were moaning in each other's
mouths.

       Gwen had actually wanted to see the inside of Christina's label.
The girl had talked about it so much, it was nice to see it actually
existed.  Plus Gwen rarely turned down a chance to be with the mansion's
sexy little minx.  However Gwen also had an ulterior motive for tagging
along today.

       "So...ummm...is Fluffy here?" Gwen asked when the kiss ended, hoping
she didn't come across as too eager with her question.  She was trying to
play it cool even if inside she felt anything but.

       "Yeah he's off walking around the halls or something," Christina
replied.  "Why?"

       "Oh no reason," Gwen coyly lied, not sure how Christina would take
the news about what she, Reese Witherspoon and Michelle Branch had done
with her bodyguard down in Jamaica.

       "Hmmmmm," Christina suspiciously said.  "I thought you didn't like
Fluffy."

       "Me?  Why would you think that?" Gwen asked.

       "Well you always seemed to get freaked out when he was around,"
Christina pointed out.  "Like when we were all on the beach at Hedonism and
you didn't want him to watch."

       "Well I was just nervous," Gwen claimed.  "I wasn't used to him
watching us fuck.  But I always liked him.  I just wanted to know if he was
here so I could say hi."

       Christina wasn't quite buying Gwen's explanation for her sudden
interest in the whereabouts of her bodyguard, but she let it go.  She had
other things to focus on.

       Christina was just happy Gwen was here.  She had built this place
with Britney and now that she had set in motion the process of getting that
bitch's name off the ownership she was happy to have a friend here,
especially one with as much experience in the business as Gwen.  She was
perfect for advice and for fun and Christina was looking for both.

       "I'm just gonna go take a quick walk around," Gwen said.  "I'll be
right back."

       "Don't take too long," Christina warned.  "My appointment is almost
here and I don't want you to miss her.  If you're late I might not be
willing to share her pussy with you."

       "And who is this mystery girl anyway?" Gwen asked.  "Is she someone
new or someone you've already fucked."

       "She's new to me, and unless you've been keeping naughty secrets
from me Gwen then she's new to you too," Christina hinted, not revealing
anything more.  "Just hurry back.  Don't get lost on your walk or whatever
the fuck it is you're really doing."

       With Christina's warning in her mind, Gwen made sure she didn't
dawdle.  She knew what she was about to do was crazy.  Even crazier than
what she'd done in Jamaica, but ever since that night she'd had a craving
that demanded constant satisfaction and now that she had a chance to do
something about it, Gwen wasn't about to let it sail by.

       Luckily Gwen's search for Fluffy didn't take long.  The bodyguard
was never far from where Christina was and Gwen quickly found him staked
out near Christina's office, watching over everything like a hawk.  He
stared forward at the corridor that lead to Christina's office with a cold
stare that could freeze any unauthorized person in their tracks.

       In fact his stare was focused so much on what was in front of him
that he didn't even hear Gwen approaching him from behind until she was
pressing herself against him.

       "Hey stranger," Gwen purred into Fluffy's ear as she proceeded to
rub herself against his ass.

       Fluffy recognized her voice right away and he didn't have any
illusions that Gwen wanted to talk about the weather.

       "We can't..." Fluffy said, trying to think with his brain and not
let all the blood drain lower.

       "I miss you," Gwen whispered, trying to be as enticing as possible
to Christina's bodyguard without going into full whore mode right in the
hallway.  "It's been weeks for us and I've been thinking about you all the
time.  I need to see you Fluffy."

       "You're seeing me now," Fluffy replied, knowing full well that
wasn't what the singer meant but also telling himself to be strong.  "Look
what we did in Jamaica was fun, but we can't do it again.  Especially not
now.  I'm working."

       "What about what we did those times after we got back from Jamaica?"
Gwen pressed while she continued to rub herself against Fluffy's jeans and
hoped no one would see her like this.  She was still married after all.
"Didn't you like that too?  Wasn't that fun?"

       Fluffy didn't respond with words, but his body became more rigid and
Gwen knew if she reached around front she'd find her secret lover was
getting hard for her.

       Gwen had tried to make it a one time thing with Fluffy but she'd
failed miserably.  After getting back she had barely gone a week before
grabbing him the next time they'd been alone together at the mansion.  Then
there had been the time Gavin had been away and Gwen had begged Fluffy to
visit her house.  When he'd arrived she'd been naked and waiting for him
and it hadn't taken long for his clothes to disappear too.  And there had
been other times too...so many other times.

       Gwen knew she wasn't the only one there who hadn't gotten enough of
Fluffy.  She knew Reese had seen him again too.  Hell, they'd shared him
again one hot afternoon and Gwen could still remember how wet they'd both
been, naked and kneeling before Fluffy, trying to share his cock and both
getting so greedy for it even though there was more than enough for the two
of them.

       As for Michelle, as far as Gwen knew there had only been that one
time before things had gotten very complicated but right now that didn't
matter.  Michelle could worry about Michelle.  All Gwen cared about right
now were her own needs and she needed Fluffy.

       Ever since Jewel had seduced her into the mansion's circle of sex,
Gwen had told herself that she hadn't really been cheating on her husband
because it was with girls.  It didn't count because it wasn't the same.
But there was no excuse she could think of to spin the fact that when she
was with Fluffy she wasn't just cheating on her husband.  She was really,
really, really cheating on him.

       Deep down Gwen couldn't help herself and she knew it.  She didn't
want to fight her lust.  Being with Fluffy in Jamaica had triggered a deep
sexual need in her to go wild and get nasty to such a degree that she was
even afraid to share it with her friends in Malibu.  Only Reese and
Michelle knew what had happened in Jamaica and they had all promised to
keep it secret, a bond that had only been strengthened by what they had
gone through with Reese's wedding ring.

       "I want you Fluffy," Gwen's hot breath continued to travel up to the
tall bodyguard's ears.  "I need to feel you inside me."

       "We can't," Fluffy insisted.  "I'm working now.  Never while I'm
working."

       "What?  Is someone going to come in and kidnap Christina if you're
gone for a few minutes?" Gwen asked.  "I know we don't have much time, but
I have to have you Fluffy.  Nothing's going to happen to Christina.  She's
inside and probably fucking herself right now.  She won't be moving from
that office.  Don't deny me Fluffy.  I'm going crazy without you.  I need
you.  Mmmmmm I need this..."

       Gwen made her move and grabbed Fluffy's cock through his jeans.  She
pressed her body closer to his from behind as she reached around to rub
him.  Fluffy moaned as softly as he could, but he didn't push Gwen away.
His cock stiffened at her touch and Gwen knew she had him.

       "Let me suck you," Gwen softly moaned.  "Fuck my face with your cock
Fluffy.  I know you want to.  I know you love it when my pretty little pink
mouth swallows your black cock.  Let me do it again.  Let me blow your big,
thick dick."

       Fluffy had always prided himself on never getting distracted from
his work.  The bodyguard's code demanded absolute commitment to protection.
There was nothing more important.  You put your own life on the line for
your client.  Could he live with himself if he left Christina vulnerable to
get a blowjob?  But could he live with himself if he turned down a
beautiful, willing woman to stand guard of a closed door when there was no
threat?

       Gwen's slim, toned body kept rubbing against Fluffy and her hand
caressed him through his jeans, making it impossible for him to resist.
When she began kissing his neck and reminding him of how good her lips felt
and how sexy her body felt Fluffy was a goner.  Christina could take care
of herself for a bit.

       Turning around, Fluffy grabbed Gwen's hand.

       "You need something you naughty little slut?" Fluffy smirked.  "Well
I got just what you need."

       "Yessssssss...give it to me Fluffy," Gwen groaned in total lust for
the bodyguard.  This was crazy.  She knew it and she didn't care.  This was
even crazier than all the things she had done with girls.  She could get
busted so easily.  But it was the danger and the taboo of doing this that
was making Gwen soak her panties under her jeans.

       She didn't feel like a mature, married woman any more.  She felt
like a horny teenager aching for her first taste of cock and she loved it.
She loved losing all control and giving in to her lusts the way she did
each time she visited the mansion and the way she did each time she gave
herself to Christina's bodyguard.

       Fluffy held onto Gwen's hand and pulled her toward the empty office
next to Christina's.  Gwen smiled and blushed when her body stirred as she
pictured her powerful lover picking her up and slinging her over his
shoulder like a caveman, claiming her as his own.

       She loved how being with Fluffy made her feel.  There was no
romance. It was just pure need and lust and Gwen was moaning in horny need
before the door to the office even closed and Fluffy brought her in for a
forceful kiss.

       "Dirty girl...always tempting and teasing me," Fluffy groaned as his
hands moved all over Gwen's body, up her stomach and squeezing her firm
tits through her top.  "What's the matter?  Those girls not fucking you
good enough any more?  You still need more?"

       "I always need more," Gwen wantonly sighed, surrendering to the
touch of her lover's hands on her body.  She was tingling from head to toe
with anticipation and all she wanted was to be naked with Fluffy.  "I can't
get enough.  You know that.  Mmmmm Christina thinks she's a slut, but she's
nothing compared to me.  She's just a little girl and I'm a fucking woman.
A dirty, slutty woman with needs.  I need to lick all those hot pussies at
the mansion and I fucking need your big cock baby!"

       Gwen accentuated her point by grabbing Fluffy through his jeans
again and almost jerking him off through the fabric.  Her groping was
frenzied and her need obvious, but Fluffy wasn't quite ready to give it up
to Gwen quite yet.

       "Please Fluffy," Gwen pleaded as she reached for Fluffy's zipper.
"Give it to me!  Give me your monster black cock so I can suck it.
Please!"

       "Is that what I am to you?  An object?" Fluffy demanded, pulling
himself away enough from Gwen that she couldn't get his jeans open.  "Just
some colored help for you to fuck when you get horny enough?"

       "Noooooooooo..." Gwen cried in desperation.  "It's not like that.
You're not an object!  I'm the fucking object!  I'm the dirty cheating
whore that can't get enough of your beautiful black cock!"

       Fluffy's cock throbbed in his jeans at the sound of that.  He had
only been teasing Gwen and she had reacted just how he'd wanted, by opening
that pretty little mouth of hers that sold millions of records and spewing
out dirty talk about how bad she wanted him.  If Gwen was going to be that
desperate for his dick, then Fluffy was going to make sure he got
everything he wanted out of this encounter.

       "Up against the wall," Fluffy ordered, turning Gwen around and
pressing her against the office wall. His hands roamed all over her body,
squeezing her tits again and then moving down to her ass, her jeans tight
against it as she pushed it out.

       Gwen was getting wetter by the second.  This was what she loved
about being with Fluffy.  The sense that she was being taken and made to
feel like some sexual hedonist who had no inhibitions and no morals about
betraying her husband.  She wanted to feel like she was not just being bad,
but being completely wicked.  Her jeans were almost soaked through and she
had no doubt Fluffy knew it.

       "So the rich bitch celebrity is hungry for some cock again," Fluffy
taunted.  "Pussy can't satisfy you, can it slut?  You need some hard meat
in your horny mouth."

       There was no malice in Fluffy's voice, just obvious relishing of the
control he had over Gwen.  All day he followed orders.  Now he was in
charge.

       "Oooooooooooh yessssssssssss...I need your cock," Gwen groaned, her
face pressed against the wall.  "Please Fluffy please...don't tease!  Just
give it to me!  Give your cock to your rich bitch whore!  I don't wanna
make music or anything anymore.  All I fucking want is your huge dick in my
slut holes!"

       Before Gwen knew it her jeans were being yanked down.  Fluffy didn't
even pull them off all the way.  He left them around her knees, exposing
the thong that barely did anything to hide the toned cheeks of her ass.
Gwen slaved in the gym to maintain her body and right now all that hard
work was worth it when she heard Fluffy moan with lust over her ass.

       "Tight white girl ass...mmmmmmm just begging to get fucked," Fluffy
teased.  "No time to fuck you today, but you still gotta pay for tempting
me when I'm working!"

       It wasn't clear what was louder.  The sound of Fluffy's strong hand
crashing down on Gwen's ass or the cry of rapture that shot past her lips
from the spanking.

       "More!" Gwen demanded.  "Spank me Fluffy!  Slap my bitch ass for
getting you all hot and hard!  I love it when you spank me!"

       Fluffy slapped Gwen's ass again, making the firm flesh shake and
turn pink with passion and each time his handprint seemed about to fade
from her ass, Fluffy struck the all too willing singer again.  Each slap to
her ass got another yelp of desire from Gwen and soon she was on the verge
of humping the wall.

       "So wet..." Gwen groaned.  "You're making me so fucking wet baby.
I've been dreaming about you every night Fluffy.  Sleeping next to my
husband and dreaming of you fucking me like the nasty cheating bitch I am!"

       "Yeahhhh that's what you are...a little cheating bitch," Fluffy
huskily replied, slapping Gwen's ass once more before pressing his bulging
hard on against her tender backside.  "Just another stuck up rich celebrity
dying for my cock.  Mmmm you should see all those country club princesses
who want a taste of me whenever I take that slut Christina out.  But no
one's as big a whore as you Gwen.  No one comes begging for it like you do.
No one gives up her tight, pink pussy as easy as you."

       "Mmmmmmm take it Fluffy, it's yours," Gwen promised, her body
shaking with lust.  "Take my fucking little white bitch cunt!  Fuck my ass!
Fuck any hole you want!"

       "Oh no naughty girl, you're not lucky enough to get my cock inside
your pussy," Fluffy laughed, taking into account the time.  "And you
definitely can't handle it up your ass yet.  You gotta prove yourself to
get that.  Now get on your knees Gwen!"

       Before the words were even out of his mouth, Gwen was sinking down
to the floor and kneeling before the bodyguard.  Her breathing was hard and
she had to steady her hands as she reached out for Fluffy's jeans.  Gwen
felt no shame or fear.  Only need.  It took all the willpower she had left
not to answer Fluffy's command with a horny moan of, "Yes Master."

       Gwen eagerly opened Fluffy's zipper and crammed her hand into his
jeans.  She moaned in delight as she felt his prick stiffen even more in
her hand and it fueled her hunger for it.  As quickly as she could, Gwen
yanked Fluffy's cock out of his boxers and jeans and exposed the inches of
thick meat that she longed for.

       "Yummy..." Gwen whispered as she extended her tongue and gave
Fluffy's cock head a long lick, letting the precum spread over her taste
buds.  He wasn't even totally hard yet, but Gwen quickly fixed that.  She
slid her tongue all over his cock head while her hand wrapped around his
shaft and began to slowly stroke it.

       Under her hands and tongue, Fluffy was soon at his full 12 inches
and Gwen moaned in dreamy bliss as she opened her mouth and used her hand
to shove his cock inside.  Gwen commenced drooling as soon as Fluffy's cock
slid past her lips and his shaft was quickly slick.  Gwen's stroking picked
up speed, spreading her horny spit all over her lover's cock and making
sure he was well lubed to stuff her mouth just how she wanted.

       "Yeahhhhhh mmmmm work that hot mouth on my cock," Fluffy groaned.
"Show me how hungry you are for that meat.  You girls are all so fucking
nasty but I bet none of them suck cock like you do Gwen."

       Gwen reacted to the compliment by moaning wantonly, her sounds
naturally muffled as she bobbed up and down on Fluffy's cock.  What she
wasn't sucking she was stroking and her efforts were unified with one goal
in mind, to get Fluffy's load inside her mouth and down to her cum-starved
stomach.  Gwen moaned with each inch she worked into her mouth, happily
fucking herself with Fluffy's stiff pole and getting louder the more she
sucked.

       While she sucked and jacked him, Gwen stared up at Fluffy with her
sexiest stare. She let her wide, lust filled eyes tell Fluffy everything
she her mouth couldn't say.  She wanted him to know how bad she wanted his
cock.  How wet it was making her to suck it.  How she couldn't go a day
without wanting him deep inside her.  How she could come just from feeding
herself his inches.

       Gwen's scorching and soulful stare was definitely working on Fluffy.
His moans turned into deep groans and his cock tensed up, signaling it
wouldn't be long.  He prided himself on never being a quick shot, but how
could he resist a mouth like this, worshipping his cock with a lust no girl
he had ever been with could muster.  Fluffy hadn't been lying before.  He
had been with more than his share of girls and none of them could suck cock
like Gwen could.

       Fluffy just stood there and let Gwen do all the work and the smile
on her face showed she had no problem with that.  Her hands and mouth
worked in tandem.  Gwen's head bobs were smooth and sexy as she forced more
and more of his dark dick into her pink mouth.  She was so confident in her
lust and there was nothing shy or tentative about her work.

       "Ohhhhhhhh that's it dirty girl!  Suck it you nasty cheating slut,"
Fluffy groaned, knowing how Gwen loved hearing that.  "Swallow that fucking
cock!  C'mon princess!  Show me how much you love that cock!  Little rich
bitch desperate for dark meat!  Make me fucking fill your mouth with cock
and cum!"

       Gwen wanted that so bad.  Her pussy was on fire, but she didn't even
think of touching herself.  She wanted her hands all over Fluffy's cock.
She wanted to feel him throb in her mouth and under her hands.  She wanted
to grip him when he shot and filled her mouth with his load.  She wanted to
feel every bit of it.

       Her hand gripped onto Fluffy's steel hard dick with an urgency that
said she wasn't letting go until she got what she wanted.  Gwen pumped
Fluffy's cock and fed it to her wet mouth as her other hand snaked down to
his balls.  She massaged them, moaning into his cock as she felt them
throb.  They were so big and full under her hand that Gwen couldn't help
herself.

       With a loud gasp, Gwen pulled off Fluffy's slick cock and gulped in
oxygen before diving down for his balls.  Her free hand held Fluffy's cock
straight up and the other rubbed the cum filled sacs as her tongue worked
them over.  She dragged her tongue up the underside of Fluffy's balls,
slathering them with her saliva before she opened wide again and sucked one
right into her mouth and then gave similar love to the other.

       That action produced a happy grunt from Fluffy and his hands shot up
from his sides into action.  He grabbed onto Gwen's blonde mop of hair and
made sure she didn't move an inch from his balls.  She expertly licked and
sucked them, inhaling his scent deeply and indulging in her most basic of
urges.  She felt so primal and purely sexual and it was so liberating.

       Part of Gwen hoped that someone would walk in and find them with her
on her knees, jeans pushed down past her ass and her thong absolutely
soaked.  She wanted them to see someone who was supposed to be a mature,
controlled woman acting like a wanton slut and loving it.  All her worries
and responsibilities disappeared and only the ecstasy she got from sucking
this big, beautiful cock remained.

       Fluffy's groans got stronger and louder.  Her knew if Gwen didn't
stop soon he'd be shooting his load into the air and soaking his shirt and
her hair in the process.  But he didn't have the will to make her stop.
Her mouth felt too good sucking on his aching balls.

       Fortunately Gwen recognized what was going to happen and, as nasty
as having her head drenched would have made her feel, she wanted that cum
in her mouth.  After giving Fluffy's balls one last kiss apiece Gwen pulled
his cock back down and stuck out her tongue, giving herself a hard slap
with it.

       "Like that baby?" Gwen purred.  "You like me sticking out my pink
tongue like a fucking whore desperate for you to slap it with your big
cock?  You like it enough to shoot all that hot cum on my face like you did
in Jamaica?"

       "You'd like that wouldn't you?  Getting a faceful of my cum?" Fluffy
grunted as he took control of his own cock and gave Gwen's tongue another
slap before doing it to each side of her face, slapping her soft skin with
his hardness.

       "I'd love it!" Gwen gasped, her smile growing with every slap
against her famous face.  "Give it to me Fluffy!  Give me your cum!  I
fucking need..."

       But that was all Gwen got before Fluffy shut her up by pushing his
cock back into her open mouth.  Even though it was a surprise, Gwen didn't
miss a beat.  She got right back to sucking Fluffy's cock, wrapping her
hand around his pulsing shaft again and feeding it to herself as Fluffy
held her by her hair.

       Gwen stuffed her mouth with as much of Fluffy as she could manage.
She started to choke on it and felt her eyes begin to water, but it didn't
diminish her pleasure.  Vowing to find a way to deep throat Fluffy some
day, Gwen locked her lips around his cock like a warm, wet vise and fucked
her mouth on him with abandon as her free hand went back to his balls and
rolled them between her fingers, giving Fluffy everything he needed to get
off.

       "Ohhhh fuck!" Fluffy moaned.  "Here it comes baby!  Gonna fill your
fucking mouth up so you can swallow it all like the fucking slut you are!"

       Gwen felt the tremor of a small orgasm ripple through her body as
she was reminded just how naughty she was acting then.  The sensation of
having this huge cock throbbing in her mouth had made her pussy cream her
panties but her thoughts were locked on getting Fluffy off.  She jacked and
sucked him and played with his balls until he just couldn't take any more
and the tension exploded out into Gwen's waiting mouth.

       "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Fluffy loudly grunted, his strong hand still on
Gwen's head as she gulped wildly to keep up with the flood of cum she was
eagerly swallowing.

       Gwen closed her eyes and let ecstasy fill her from Fluffy's cock
unloading in her mouth.  She slurped down every drop of his cum, wanting
nothing less than to drain his balls dry.  Gwen loved how much Fluffy
always came for her, whether it was on her face or inside her.  It was so
hot and there was so much and Gwen would have rather died than miss a drop
of it.

       Only when she was satisfied that the last of Fluffy's cum had been
swallowed down did Gwen release his softening cock from her lips.  Even
soft his cock was impressive and Gwen couldn't resist another lick of his
tender head.

       "You get what you need now?" Fluffy chuckled.

       "Mmmm for now...just promise me more next time," Gwen sighed,
rubbing her face against Fluffy's prick.

       "Next time if you're a good girl, I just might break in that ass of
yours," Fluffy pledged, which had Gwen purring immediately.  She had longed
to feel him try and assfuck her and next time couldn't come soon enough
now.  Her husband and even her friends at the mansion were now the furthest
things from Gwen's mind.

* * * * *

       Back at the mansion, all the girls were more than happy to satisfy
themselves with just each other.  No boys needed to apply.  They knew more
than enough tricks to make sure no one ever needed to run to cock for an
orgasm unless absolutely necessary.

       Michelle's body was still tingling from what Alyssa had done to it
and the smile on her face didn't look like it was going to fade any time
soon.  Getting her uniform back on had been agony because Michelle hadn't
wanted to cover any part of her body up from her gorgeous madames.

       While her uniform barely restrained her body anyway, her tits always
seemed ready and willing to pop out of her top and any time she bent over
her lack of panties was quite obvious, but Michelle knew nothing was better
than being naked, especially when there were so many other sexy girls
around her.

       Alyssa had left her pussy and ass both tender and very well fucked
from her combined efforts of tongue and toy and it hadn't taken long for
Michelle to crack and give up all the details from years of sexy encounters
with Melissa.  Of course Michelle had always intended to give Alyssa what
she wanted and it had hardly been torture to submit to the sexual demands
of the horny actress.  Some secrets had to be guarded with her life, but
her fun times with Melissa were not one of them.

       Michelle alas couldn't spend all day in Alyssa's bed, as much as she
wanted to.  She actually did have a job at the mansion and she was in the
kitchen straightening things up as she vividly recalled every deep, hard
thrust of Alyssa's vibrator into her pussy as the actress had tantalizingly
bit her nipples and forced her to give up a lick by lick account of her
sexual past.

       Michelle had never figured growing up she'd end up a maid, but she
loved her job.  She wanted nothing about it to change.  Doing housework was
well worth the ecstasy she received from each and every one of the
beautiful women who walked through the mansion doors every day.

       But the sudden sound of the phone ringing snapped Michelle out of
her thoughts.  She didn't see anyone else running for it and she supposed
it was part of her job so she answered it.

       "Hello?" Michelle asked, her accent giving immediate indication it
was not one of the mansion's famous residents picking up the call.

       "Michelle?  Is that you?" another accented voice asked back,
seemingly quite surprised to find her so soon.  Michelle's body was jolted
by the voice.  How could this be?  How could she have just been talking
about this girl and now be talking to her for the first time in years?
What was fate doing with her?

       "Melissa?" Michelle gasped, shocked to actually be hearing from her
long-lost friend.  "I cannot believe it!"

       "Oooooh Michelle it is so good to hear your voice again," the French
anchorwoman squealed into the phone.  "I had thought so many times we would
never speak again.  I have missed you so much."

       "I cannot believe it," Michelle said.  "This is unbelievable!  I was
just talking about you.  I saw you on television from the satellite and I
was telling how we had grown up together and how we..."

       But then Michelle stopped.  Melissa would not have just called her
for no reason.  Something was wrong.

       "What has happened?" Michelle asked, getting a sad sigh from the
other end of the phone.

       "I am sorry Michelle," Melissa said.  "I know you do not want me to
tell you this, but I am in America now, right here with you in California.
I have instructions from Rene.  I must tell you the clock has struck."

       Michelle gulped hard.  She had been dreading hearing those words for
so long, but time had actually convinced her she might never hear them.
But now she could see how foolish that belief had been.

       "Have the church bells rung?" Michelle asked just as she had been
told to.

       "They have rung 12 times," Melissa correctly replied.  "Rene said he
must meet with you.  He said you must come to the point in three hours."

       "I will be there," Michelle said before hanging up the phone.  Why?
Why did this have to happen now when she was having so much fun?

* * * * *

       Gwen was still floating as she got back to Christina's office.  Her
orgasm had been nothing compared to Fluffy's, but that didn't bother her.
She got pleasure from giving him pleasure.  Sure she wished they had enough
time for him to give her the deep and hard fuck she craved, but Christina
would have gotten suspicious if she had been gone much longer.

       After pulling up her pants and giving Fluffy's cock a long kiss
goodbye, Gwen had made a quick detour to rinse out her mouth.  She knew it
was inevitable that she and Christina would be sharing some kisses that day
and Gwen also knew there was no way she would have been able to hide the
taste of cum on her breath from an experienced slut like Christina.

       Gwen wasn't quite sure why she was going to these lengths to keep
her fun with Fluffy a secret from Christina.  Hell the girl probably would
have reacted to finding out by tearing off her clothes and joining in.
Gwen supposed that part of her didn't want to share Fluffy with anyone but
Reese and Michelle, but there was more to it.  What if Christina didn't
react by getting horny?

       Gwen had been at the mansion the day Christina had absolutely wigged
on Britney.  None of the girls had ever seen anything like it.  Christina
had always had the reputation of having a temper, but this had been beyond
having a temper.  They had had nearly to pull her off Britney.  They had
been scared she was actually going to hurt her.

       Gwen wasn't afraid of Christina's temper or anything.  She knew she
could handle herself.  But she wanted to keep having fun with Christina and
didn't want any drama fucking that up.

       So now with minty mouthwash hopefully disguising her indiscretion,
Gwen walked back into Christina's office.  She shot Fluffy a wink as she
walked by and opened the door, finding that Christina's appointment had
already arrived.

       The thoughts of cock that had been dominating her fantasies
evaporated as soon as Gwen saw the long legs sticking out of the short pink
skirt of Christina's guest.  Now suddenly Gwen's libido clicked back to
all-girl mode and she found herself hungering for some pussy.  And, judging
from the leer Christina was making, she wasn't the only one.

       "I hope you don't mind that we started without you," Christina said,
acknowledging Gwen but not tearing her eyes off her guest's legs.  "You
took a little while there Gwen.  Everything ok?"

       "Yeah, much better now," Gwen replied, trying not to stare too much
as she eyed up from those legs to a midriff that rivaled even hers for tone
and a firm set of tits poking out against a barely there top.  She couldn't
believe her lusts could shift gears within minutes from guys to girls, but
Gwen didn't question it.  She just rode the wave of arousal.

       "Wow, I didn't know you'd be here," the girl said as she sat next to
Christina on the couch, her eyebrows raising with appreciation for Gwen's
presence.  "You're just full of surprises, aren't you Christina?"

       "You don't know the half of it," Christina said, not even trying to
hide the fact that she was on the verge of drooling.

       Though her guest was born to the world as Stacy Ferguson, many more
knew her under another name.  As Fergie she had helped the Black Eyed Peas
rise from cult favorites of the club scene to pop superstars.  Though
whether she did it with her voice or her ability to shake her ass with a
skill few could muster was a matter of debate, it hardly mattered when the
money was pouring in for them as it was right then.

       Judging from her outfit, Fergie seemed to have no problem showing
off her body as the asset that it was.  She had on an outfit that demanded
double takes even when compared to Christina's microscopic shorts and top.
Her pink skirt barely went past her hips and, thanks to a pair of scissors,
her black t-shirt was cut right past the swell of her chest.

       If it hadn't been for the pink striped button down work shirt she'd
thrown over her shoulders, Fergie might not have been allowed in public,
not that Christina or Gwen minded the lack of clothing a bit.

       Her attire was having quite an effect on them and the smile on
Fergie's face showed that not only did she notice that it was, she loved
it.  She kept her legs crossed as she sat on the couch, knowing full well
that she had two hot stares on them and if she pulled a Sharon Stone she'd
probably have both of their jaws on the floor.

       "So...ummm...what brings you by?" Gwen asked, trying to compose
herself.  Their paths had crossed a lot over the past few years and Gwen
had always had an appreciation for Fergie's body.  But she had never had an
opportunity to make a move before and having one suddenly thrust in front
of her left her a tiny bit flustered.

       "Fergie wants to do her new solo album with the label," Christina
replied, taking the liberty of answering.

       "Yeah the first one that's coming out really sucks," Fergie said.
"I started working on it before I was even in the Peas and now that we're
big they're making me finish it.  I mean when it comes out I'll smile and
say how great it is, but none of the tracks are really mine.  The label
came up with most of them.  It's not really the kind of album I want to do
and Christina says I can have more freedom here if I sign on for the next
one."

       "Wow that's great," Gwen declared.  "I like the stuff you do with
the Peas.  It's really catchy.  I'd love to hear what you can do solo.
Maybe I can even guest on a track."

       "Really?  Are you serious?" Fergie asked, pressing the pause button
on the sex vibes and acting completely sincere.  "That would be
unbelievable!  I'd love to do that!  Your album was incredible Gwen.  I
practically wore out my copy.  I'd love for you to help me out anyway you
can."

       Fergie hadn't quite known what to expect when she had come by here.
She'd obviously heard a lot of rumors about Christina, but she'd been happy
to see that this was a legitimate label and there was serious interest in
more than her ass here.

       Fergie didn't know of a single girl trying to be a star in pop music
who didn't want to have a career just like Gwen's and having someone she
admired be so nice and helpful was a real thrill.  Of course it didn't hurt
that both Gwen and Christina looked good enough for her to hornily snack on
for hours and hours.

       "Sit down on the couch with us Gwen, no need to just stand there,"
Christina said.  "There's plenty of room here.  I was just telling Fergie
about how we do things around here.  I think she'd fit in just fine here,
don't you?"

       "Definitely," Gwen said.  She didn't have any stake in Christina's
label, but she was happy to assist.  "She's got the talent...mmmmm and the
look."

       Christina noticed how Fergie squirmed a little on the couch as Gwen
sat next to her.  It certainly wasn't from discomfort and Christina could
feel she was seconds away from getting under Fergie's skirt.

       When she had first invited Fergie to drop on by the label, it hadn't
just been from lust.  Christina had seen the sales of the Peas' new album
and she knew there was some serious money to make off a Fergie solo
project, especially if it was actually good.  But wanting to get a taste of
the singer had definitely played a part in Christina's invitation.  She'd
heard a few rumors about Fergie over the years too and right now they
definitely seemed to be true.

       There was a real sexual vibe in the office. Christina felt that she,
Gwen and Fergie all knew what they wanted, but no one was quite saying it
yet.  It was like they were all dipping their toes in the water and that
was too slow for Christina.  She preferred to dive right in.

       "Of course we have to prove that you're Desire Records material
first," Christina said, reaching down and running her hand over Fergie's
legs, eliciting a soft moan from the singer.  "It's a very tough test to
pass.  Mmmm we're really going to have to be thorough to make sure you're
hot enough to join us."

       "And how can I do that?" Fergie coyly asked, not making any effort
to brush Christina's hand away.

       "It'll come to you in a second," Christina assured her new friend
before leaning in for a kiss.

       Not surprisingly Christina's advance was much welcomed and Fergie
didn't waste any time before kissing back.  The two girls lips locked
together wetly and passionately and Fergie's hands traveled up to
Christina's face, caressing her soft skin as her tongue pushed inside her
mouth.

       Christina sucked on Fergie's tongue and escalated things even
further by moving her hands up.  Christina pressed her palms to Fergie's
chest, helping herself to a generous feel of her tits through her black
t-shirt and finding out there was definitely no bra underneath to hold back
her swelling nipples.

       As this was going on Gwen became the forgotten woman, but that only
lasted as long as it took Fergie and Christina to break their kiss for a
gulp of air.  That gave Gwen her opportunity and she grabbed it, taking
Fergie's face in her hands and turning her so she could steal a kiss.

       Just like with Christina, Fergie kissed back without shyness.  She
clearly was no virgin to women and the temperature in the office rose with
each kiss.

       The three aroused women kissed and explored each other, soft
feminine moans breaking the otherwise silent atmosphere.  All three knew
what they wanted and they weren't about to wait to get it.  Christina and
Gwen sandwiched Fergie on the couch, pressing their bodies to hers as they
engaged in a three-way kiss, swiping tongues and sharing saliva with
growing passionate need.

       Fergie felt she must have died and gone to heaven to get this lucky.
Ever since she had gotten the invitation from Christina to stop on by she
had hoped the rumors were true.  Stupid rumors were everywhere and rarely
accurate, but Fergie was delighted to see this one was right on the money.

       She had dreamed that Christina had more than business on her mind
and having Gwen there to share in the Sapphic ecstasy just made Fergie want
it more.  She had dressed slutty with this in mind and now Fergie was
getting desperate to get naked and go wild with these two beautiful girls.

       Christina's hands squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck while
Gwen swallowed her tongue and Fergie cursed herself for bothering to wear
panties that day.  She wished she could just flick up her skirt and show
these hotties how wet she was getting.  Her damn panties were an obstacle
that Fergie didn't want.  Even the two seconds it would take to yank them
down seemed like a lifetime when she was as horny as she was then.

       But before Fergie could even begin to inch her panties down,
something else entirely happened to change the mood of the office.  Sounds
that definitely weren't sex moans were coming from the hallway.

       "Fluffy!  No!  Let me through!  Please!  I have to see her!" a voice
cried from the hallway.  "Please let me through!  Fluffy please!  You know
me!  I need to get through!  Don't do this!"

       Christina and Gwen immediately recognized the voice and they pulled
up from Fergie with a start.  Gwen looked over at Christina in a panic,
hoping against hope that a major freakout wasn't looming.  It took one look
in Christina's eyes to see that was a foolish hope.

       "Please Fluffy please!" Britney begged in a voice that was near
tears.  "Don't be mean!  Let me through!"

       Fluffy was honestly torn as he tried to keep Britney from getting to
the door.  Sure Christina had given orders.  But how could he not be
affected by her desperate pleas?  His heart wasn't made of stone even if
his job required him to be ice.  He and Britney had spent a lot of time
together and it was impossible to not care for her and feel bad for what
she was going through.

       "Britney, she says she doesn't want to see you," Fluffy insisted.
"I can't let you through."

       "Please Fluffy," Britney pleaded.  "I can't not see her.  Please
tell her I'm here!  Tell her I'm going crazy without her!  I need her!"

       But no one had to tell Christina that Britney had arrived.  She
flung her office door open and walked out into the hallway, her face only
hinting at the raging emotion inside her.

       "What do you want?" Christina sneered.  "I told you never to show
your fucking face here again."

       "Please Chrissy, don't be like that!" Britney begged, Fluffy
standing between her and the person she most wanted to be close to.  "Why
won't you see me?  Why won't you talk to me?  I'm not mad about what
happened.  I just want to see you."

       "You're not mad?  Oh that's fucking classic Britney.  Why the fuck
would I care if you were mad?" Christina snapped.  "You're the one that
fucking stabbed me in the back Britney!  Get your fat ass out of here now!
Get the fuck out of MY record label before I have security throw you out!
Go home to your useless fuck husband.  Go have a hundred stupid babies and
leave me the fuck alone!"

       "Don't make me leave," Britney emotionally demanded.  "I just want
to talk."

       "I'm busy," Christina shot back.  "I have some real friends in the
office.  Girls who won't fuck me over and leave with the first dick they
suck.  I'm in there having fun and I don't fucking need you anymore
Britney."

       "Why are you being so cruel to me?" Britney demanded.  "Why are you
being such a bitch?  I miss you so much and you won't even talk to me.  You
hang up on me when I call and you won't even let Fluffy let me through!
Please Chrissy!  Don't be like this!  Let me talk to you!  I want to make
it right between us."

       "I don't want to see you," Christina icily insisted.  "I don't want
to talk to you.  Looking at you makes me sick Britney.  Get out of here now
you fucking cunt!  I never want to see your ugly face again!"

       Britney was crestfallen at Christina's words.  She had hoped time
would ease things between them but it hadn't.  Things had gotten even
worse.  Tears began to roll down Britney's eyes, but Christina betrayed no
sympathy.

       "Please..." Britney whispered.  "Don't say that to me.  Don't say
you won't see me."

       "I won't see you Britney," Christina sneered.  "I never want to
fucking see you again!  I don't even want to fucking know you exist!"

       Christina stormed back into her office, slamming the door behind her
and leaving Britney with tears streaming down her face.

       "I'm sorry Britney, I..." Fluffy began, trying to reassure his
former client.

       "It's ok," Britney said, wiping her eyes and trying to compose
herself.  "I just...I gotta get out of here."

       Britney took off down the hallway, wanting to get out of the
building as quickly as possible.  Christina's words had shattered her
already bruised heart and she couldn't stand to be there anymore.  She had
to get home to her baby.  She had to get back to where she felt loved.

       Inside the office, Gwen and Fergie remained on the couch, looking
very uncomfortable.

       "Christina, are you ok?" Gwen asked, relieved at least that it
hadn't been as bad as the last time.  Christina had nearly thrown Britney
out of the mansion by her hair when Britney had confessed to her about
Kevin.  All the media attention focused on Britney's marriage and her
pregnancies had only made Christina seethe since then.

       "I'm fine," Christina said.  "She's just too dumb to know when she's
not wanted.  I don't know why she won't get the fucking point.  But I don't
want to think about her anymore.  Where were we?"

       "You were right here next to me," Fergie replied, happy to get the
subject back to sex.  "Mmmm and you were right here too."

       Fergie grabbed her own tits through her shirt, a gesture that made
Christina giggle and zip back over to the couch.

       "That's just where I want to be," Christina claimed, getting her
hands back on Fergie's chest and her lips back on her neck.

       Fergie reacted with a moan, tossing her head back and loving the
feel of the soft kisses.  Christina knew just how to make a woman's body
tingle and Gwen's kiss was what her lips were dying for.  The double
stimulation got another moan from Fergie and inspired a request.

       "Mmmmmmm so good," Fergie sighed.  "Let's get naked girls.  Let's
get all good and slutty."

       While Fergie meant no harm with what she said, it triggered a rush
of emotion in Christina.  She suddenly shot up off the couch and began
pacing around.  She had stifled it all inside herself since that day
Britney had confessed she had been seeing that asshole but the emotion of
having her appear suddenly and Fergie's words reminded Christina of all the
good memories she had shared with her former friend and lover.

       Christina remembered all the kisses.  She remembered all the
frenzied fucks.  She remembered all the times Britney had begged her to get
slutty and make her feel good.  But most of all Christina remembered how
strong her feelings had been for her friend.  It was a surge of emotion
that Christina had not been prepared for and before she even knew what was
going on she was crying.

       "Chrissy?" Gwen said gently, getting off the couch to take her
friend's hand.  "Chrissy, don't cry sweetie."

       "That bitch," Christina suddenly sobbed.  "That fucking bitch broke
my heart, Gwen.  Why won't she leave me alone?  Why won't she let me forget
about her?  I just want not to think about her anymore."

       "Shhhhhhh it's ok baby," Gwen replied, pulling the shorter girl in
for a hug.

       "No!  It can't be ok if I can't stop thinking of her!" Christina
insisted, pushing herself away from Gwen.  "I gotta...gotta get out of
here!"

       The flood of memories was too strong and Christina didn't want
anyone to see her like this.  She didn't want her friends to see the side
she had worked so hard to hide.  Without another word she bolted from the
office, leaving Gwen and Fergie behind in awkward silence.

       Gwen knew from experience not to go after Christina.  At times like
this she always demanded to be alone and pursuing her always ended with
doors being slammed in people's faces.  It was better to just let her cool
off.  Besides there wasn't much comfort she could be if Christina continued
to be closed off.

       "I guess I should go too," Fergie sighed in disappointment,
smoothing down her pink skirt.

       "I'm sorry about Christina," Gwen said.  "Sometimes she gets like
that and..."

       "You don't have to apologize," Fergie replied.  "And don't worry.  I
didn't see anything here.  Everyone's secret is safe with me.  No need to
even say anything."

       "Thanks," Gwen gratefully stated.  "I knew I didn't have to ask."

       "Damn," Fergie muttered with a touch of humor.  "I really thought I
was going to get laid today."

       Gwen looked up at the sound of that and smiled.  Why not, she asked
herself.  She was still horny from her adventure with Fluffy and not even a
bout of drama could change that.

       "Well who says you can't still get laid?" Gwen inquired with a
smile.  "I'm still here.  And I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

       Fergie reacted with a smile of her own and began patting the now
vacant spot next to her on the couch.

       "Oh yeah?  Then get over here and prove it," Fergie challenged.  "No
more talking.  Get over here and fuck me."

       Gwen loved the sound of that and before Fergie could blink she was
on the couch next to her, kissing her.  Their lips brushed together with a
hard mash and they quickly settled into a steady kissing rhythm, pushing
their tongues into each other's mouths and taking turns sucking on the pink
invaders.  The experience they both had kissing girls was obvious and Gwen
and Fergie soon had each other moaning with desire for the other.

       "Mmmm you've done this before," Gwen observed, stating the obvious
as she smacked her lips and enjoyed the taste of Fergie's lipstick on hers.

       "So have you," Fergie smiled back.  "Looks like you and Christina
love getting frisky in here."

       "Oh Christina is the least of who I've done," Gwen teased, her eyes
sparkling as she mentally ran through her list of conquests.  "And if
you're a good girl I might just introduce you to some of my special
friends."

       "Too bad I'm not a good girl," Fergie shot back playfully as she
yanked up her skirt to show her red panties.  "I'm a nasty girl."

       "Mmmmm even better," Gwen giggled before leaning in for another kiss
and a reach downward.  She rubbed Fergie's mound and was delighted, if not
surprised, by what she found.

       "You're so wet," Gwen marveled.  "Mmmmmmm I'm gonna lick this wet
pussy dry."

       That promise had Fergie moaning on the couch and squirming against
it, loving how the leather felt against her body.  She couldn't wait to be
naked on it.  Gwen was driving her wild just with kisses and Fergie was
dying with anticipation to see what else the beautiful singer could do to
her body.

       While girls growing up sometimes struggled with whether they liked
girls or boys, that had never been a problem for Fergie.  She liked them
both.  She liked them both a lot and she always had.  Nothing satisfied her
quite like a threesome when she had both a stiff cock and a wet pussy to
play with.

       There were no boys here, unfortunately, but Fergie wasn't
complaining about only having Gwen Stefani ready and willing to fuck.  She
loved the way women felt and especially how they licked.  Gwen's promise to
do just that made her pussy quiver and Fergie didn't hesitate to hook her
fingers into the waistband of her panties and yank them down her legs.

       "Make me even wetter Gwen," Fergie requested in a near pant of
arousal as her panties hit the floor.  "You and Christina made my pussy so
hot.  Now give it the licking it needs!'

       "Ooooh someone's impatient," Gwen giggled.

       "I just need your tongue bad," Fergie moaned, wetness starting to
drip past her pink cunt lips and trickle down her thighs.

       "And that's just what you're gonna get," Gwen promised before
backing up on the couch and pulling Fergie's legs up off the floor.  This
got the younger singer on her back on the couch and, after they both paused
to get their shoes off, Gwen pushed her legs open slinging them over the
edges so she could spread open her pussy.

       Gwen took a moment to properly appreciate the bottomless woman
before her.  Fergie's labia was coated with sex juice and her neat bush had
the softest brown fur.  Gwen ran her fingers through the small hairs right
before she used her hand to splay open Fergie's cunt and dive in with her
tongue.

       "FUCK!" Fergie cried in delight at the penetration of her pussy.
She loved women's tongues so much.  Men most assuredly had their uses, but
no one could eat pussy like women could.

       "Mmmmm lick it Gwen...ooooh lick my wet pussy!" Fergie moaned as her
hands pushed up her t-shirt to expose her braless tits.  "Yessssssssss I've
been wanting this ever since Christina called me!  I just never thought it
would be you...mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhh work that tongue...it would be you
licking me!"

       "Naughty girl, been dreaming of getting this hot pussy licked, huh?"
Gwen teased, pulling her wet tongue out and leaving a strand of Fergie's
juice dribbling down her chin.  "Christina didn't even need to seduce you.
You were already hot to fuck her.  No wonder she wanted you in here so bad.
She knew what a sexy slut you really are."

       "Fuck yesssssss mmmmm I am a slut...a hot, nasty slut," Fergie
gasped when Gwen resumed licking her snatch.  "Lick me Gwen!  Oooooooh
yessssssss mmmmm you've got a great tongue!  I heard all those rumors about
Christina, but I had no idea you were so fucking good too!"

       Gwen smiled widely at the compliment but didn't stop her licking.
She stared up from Fergie's legs as she tongued the singer, loving the view
as her lover had her shirt up over her tits, squeezing her own firm mounds.
Gwen wanted to get herself a feel of those tits too, with her hands and her
mouth, but that could wait for later.  Right now there was nothing getting
her away from this pussy.

       With each happy cry she got from Fergie, Gwen licked a little
harder.  Her whole body was raging with lust.  Going without a serious,
bone rattling orgasm from Fluffy was fueling Gwen's libido like gasoline on
a fire and Fergie was reaping the benefit.  Gwen licked away at her tender
folds, slurping up her juices as easily as she'd swallowed Fluffy's cum and
enjoying the contrast in flavors between her boy and girl lovers.

       "So good...mmmmmm yessssssss such a hot fucking tongue," Fergie
continued to moan while she mauled her own tits.  Her chest was just big
enough for her to push it up for her tongue to swipe at her own nipple.
That sent another shiver of arousal through her body and Fergie began
humping Gwen's face, coaxing more of her tongue inside.

       "Eat me Gwen!  Eat my fucking wet pussy!" Fergie begged.  "Make me
sign with the label by eating me out so fucking good!  Mmmmmmmm yessssssss
I love what you're doing! You're making me so fucking wet!"

       Fergie then tossed her head back and moaned loudly and longly.  Gwen
was licking her right to heaven and Fergie knew she wasn't going to be able
to hold out much longer from coming.  Gwen was expertly tonguing her cunt
and hadn't even gone after her clitoris yet.  Fergie could only imagine how
amazing a sensation it would be when that finally happened.

       But as good as it felt, Fergie didn't want it to end too quickly.
She had been looking forward to this, even if it had been Christina and not
Gwen she had envisioned eating her out, and she wanted it to last.  And
besides, she and Gwen weren't nearly naked enough.

       Reaching down, Fergie pushed Gwen away from her pussy.  Gwen looked
up with surprise, but Fergie assured her that she hadn't done anything
wrong.

       "C'mere," Fergie urged.  "Kiss me Gwen."

       That was accomplished easily enough as Gwen pulled herself up from
the end of the couch and hovered herself above Fergie.  Using her hands on
the cushions to brace herself, Gwen pushed her slim body down and opened
her lips for Fergie to kiss.  The younger woman obviously loved the taste
of herself from the way she sucked on Gwen's lips and tongue and Gwen began
moaning as Fergie also took her hands off her own tits and got them to work
elsewhere.

       Fergie moved her hands first to Gwen's shirt, giving her tits a sexy
squeeze and finding out that she wasn't the only one to go out without a
bra that day.  That got Gwen moaning and it only got louder when Fergie
pulled her hands away to get them on the platinum blonde's ass.  The moans
also came with a flinch and a gasp, though, and Fergie was quite curious to
find out why.

       "Let's get these damn clothes off," Fergie suggested.  "I want us
both naked!"

       Naked sounded very good to Gwen and she and her new lover
immediately set about making it happen.  Fergie's work shirt was pushed off
her shoulders and onto the couch and it was quickly followed by her
t-shirt.  After casting her shirt over her head and leaving herself fully
topless, Fergie did the same for Gwen yanking up her yellow t-shirt and
making sure their tits were both exposed.

       The two girls sat up on the couch so they were face to face and they
hungrily kissed, rubbing their naked breasts together and getting their
nipples even harder.  It wasn't often that Fergie had bigger tits than her
female lovers and she was enjoying how even her chest dwarfed Gwen's.  Not
that she didn't love Gwen's perky little tits.  They looked so tasty and
Fergie didn't pass on the opportunity to snack on them.

       "Mmmmmmm yeahhhhhh get my tits wet," Gwen dreamily groaned as she
leaned back and let Fergie's skilled mouth work her chest over.  "That's it
sweetie.  Suck those nipples into your pretty little mouth.  Ughhhhh let me
feel how good your tongue is so I'll want it in my pussy even more."

       While her tongue flicked over Gwen's nipples until they were almost
red with swollen desire, Fergie grew curious about how bad Gwen did want
her tongue in her pussy.  Without so much as pausing for permission, Fergie
popped open the button of Gwen's jeans and slid her hand inside, under the
waistband of her thong and right against her pussy.

       "Ooooooooh I see I'm not the only wet slut here today," Fergie
grinned with the delight of discovery as she palmed Gwen's mound, making
her lover groan and gasp sharply for breath.

       "Yessssss I'm sooooooo wet," Gwen agreed with a moan.  "Ohhhhh
Fergie I've been a bad girl today and I need to come."

       "Yeah?  How bad?" Fergie pressed as she continued teasing Gwen with
her hand, threatening penetration of her soft folds at any second.

       "Reallllllly bad," Gwen confessed, vividly remembering how just a
short time before she'd been on her knees for Fluffy letting him stuff her
mouth with his cock without mercy.  "I'm a nasty slut cheating on my
husband with girls...mmmmmmm and another man too.  I can't help it.  I need
to get fucked constantly.  I've turned into a goddamn nympho and I need to
come!"

       Fergie was very interested in this and she was dying for details of
Gwen's lovers, specifically where were they, how hot were they and would
they fuck her too.  But that could come after she had her fun with Gwen and
they still had too many clothes on.

       As she kissed Gwen again to silence her confessing lips, Fergie
furthered her exploration of the blonde's lower body by pushing Gwen's
jeans down her legs.  She got them down around Gwen's ankles before the ska
superstar did the rest, kicking them the rest of the way off and onto the
carpeted floor next to their discarded shirts and shoes.  Gwen was now
naked except for the thong that did nothing to hide her ass cheeks and
Fergie saw the cause of Gwen's little flinch before.

       "Oh my," Fergie grinned.  "You have been a naughty girl Gwen.  Just
look at that ass.  I know asses, baby, and that's an ass that's just been
spanked.  Is that Christina's handiwork?"

       "Mmmmm she wishes," Gwen mysteriously answered. "Maybe I'll tell you
where that came from...maybe...but first you gotta kiss it to make it
better."

       "Oooooh gladly," Fergie gleefully replied.  "Mmmmm bring that
gorgeous butt right here baby."

       Assuming the position once more, Gwen got on her hands and knees,
pressing them into the leather couch as Fergie crouched behind her, dressed
only in her skirt, her bare butt cheeks seductively peeking out.  Fergie
loved the female body, especially a great ass and to her eyes Gwen's was a
work of art.  But she didn't just want to stare, not when it was much more
fun to play with it.

       "You have a fucking amazing ass Gwen," Fergie admired.  "It's
perfect."

       "Mmmmmm not like yours," Gwen said.  "I love your ass Fergie.  Ohhhh
I'd see you shake it in your videos wearing those tiny, slutty shorts and
I'd want you so bad.  Mmmm I'd dream about fucking your hot ass Fergie and
get my fingers all sticky thinking about you."

       Fergie was fully aware that people, particularly other women, lusted
after her, but when it was someone like Gwen admitting those lusts, her
pussy couldn't help but respond with quivers of pleasure.  Rolling down
Gwen's thong past her cheeks, Fergie rewarded her new friend for the
compliment by pressing her lips to her tender cheeks.

       Gwen winced, but not in pain, with every kiss to her still pinkened
ass and soon the moaning started up once more.

       "Ahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh mmmmmmm just like that," Gwen sighed.  "Kiss
my spanked ass.  Oooooooh it's all tender but you're making it feel so much
better Fergie.  Mmm your lips are so good."

       "Just wait till you feel my tongue then," Fergie confidently
laughed.  "This is just a preview of what I can do.  Mmmmmm I'm gonna make
your pussy cream so good Gwen."

       "Oh no, my turn first," Gwen insisted.  She didn't mind waiting to
get licked.  She was craving some pussy against her tongue now and wasn't
going to wait.  The taste she'd gotten of Fergie before had left her
starved for more.

       "But I don't want to stop," Fergie playfully protested, pressing her
lips to Gwen's perfect ass cheeks with every word.  "You're gonna have to
make me."

       "Oh I'll make you," Gwen giggled as she whirled around on the couch
and pounced on top of Fergie.  The younger singer let out a shriek of
delight as Gwen wrestled her down flat on her back.  Gwen hungrily kissed
her once again and Fergie melted into the wonderful sensations.

       The smooth leather felt so good against her bare back and Gwen's
kiss was heavenly, so soft and so sexy.  Even if Fergie hadn't already been
into girls there was no way she'd have been able to resist it.  Fergie
could only imagine all the lucky girls who had felt this amazing kiss
before her.

       "Take me Gwen," Fergie softly begged in between kisses.  "Take me
and fuck me and make me feel good.  Mmmmm Christina doesn't know what she's
missing."

       No she doesn't, Gwen thought to herself as she kept kissing Fergie's
willing lips, but I'll make sure she gets all the details as soon as she
calms down.  Gwen knew that it wouldn't be long before Fergie got another
invitation to the office so Christina could get her licks in.

       Now that Fergie's shirt was gone, Gwen could fully explore her body.
She kept Fergie's arms pinned down and exerted full control over her new
lover as she sucked on her bare tits and left her nipples hard and shiny
with saliva.  Gwen lavished love on each tit, moving back and forth and
licking and kissing every inch of breast flesh on display.

       "Ohhhhhh Gwennnnnnn," Fergie groaned.  "More baby more.  Mmmm you're
getting me so fucking wet."

       Fergie didn't mind Gwen taking control and pinning her arms down.
She never bothered with submissive or dominant labels.  All Fergie cared
about was doing what felt good and everything Gwen was doing felt very,
very good.

       Gwen kept licking Fergie's nipples, rolling the swollen tips around
with her tongue and loving the moans and little gasps of pleasure she was
getting for her efforts.  Fergie had great tits.  Her ass always drew the
stares but Gwen now saw that the girl had plenty of T to admire along with
her A.

       She easily could have spent an hour or two, just kissing into
Fergie's cleavage and sucking on her big nipples but that would have meant
ignoring Fergie's pussy and Gwen couldn't do that.  That just wouldn't have
been right.  So she kissed her way down Fergie's tight midriff, loving the
little beads of sweat that were dripping down her tummy and finally
disposed of the skirt that had been pushed up around Fergie's thighs for
far too long.

       Part of Gwen wanted to leave the skirt on because it was so nasty to
always have just a little bit of clothing on when you fucked, like you were
so horny for it you couldn't even bother to get all the way undressed.  But
she ultimately threw it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes
because she didn't want any barriers between her and Fergie's body.

       "Yessssssss mmmmm that's how I want us," Fergie excitedly hissed as
her skirt hit the floor.  "I want to be naked with you Gwen!  I want us
both naked and nasty!"

       "Goody," Gwen beamed as she backed up against the arm of the couch
so she could get perfectly positioned between Fergie's legs.  "That's how I
like it too.  And now that the naked part is done, it's time for us to get
nasty."

       Gwen's tongue then got right back to work on Fergie with hard,
strong licks against her slit that had her lover's legs kicking in the air.

       "HOLY SHIT YESSSSSSSS AHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!" Fergie cried in ecstasy
over the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her naked body.  She
didn't care if anyone heard her.  She was sure this wasn't the first time a
woman's passionate sex screams had come out of this office.

       Gwen had to duck slightly to avoid Fergie's involuntary kicks and
she giggled with pride into her lover's pussy over her own ability to make
a woman feel good.  Who knew she'd ever be this into it when she accepted
Jewel's fateful invitation to the mansion?

       Spreading open Fergie's slit with her hand, Gwen dove her tongue
inside and stopped thinking about the past to focus on the future and the
creamy orgasm she promised herself she was going to drink down.

       With the hot taste of Fergie's tangy juices spurring her on, Gwen
tongued her new lover, staring up at her from between her legs while she
worked over her tight folds.  Fergie's pussy was soaked with girl juice and
Gwen wanted it all.  She licked and tongue fucked the girl steadily, going
deep and hard into her cunt to treat her taste buds to this new flavor.

       "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss mmmmmm more Gwen
morrrrrrrrrrrrre!" Fergie happily exclaimed as she struggled to hold her
long legs steady.  "Fuck my pussy!  Ohhhhhhhh baby your tongue feels so
fucking good inside me!  Work it in harder!  Mmmmmmmmm lick me faster Gwen!
Fuck me with that tongue like it's a cock!"

       "Is that what you want honey?" Gwen teased, slurping her juice
coated tongue back into her mouth while she rubbed her fingers
enthusiastically over Fergie's spread cunt.  "You want some cock?  Mmmmm I
can get one of Christina's toys if you want me to."

       "No!" Fergie insisted without hesitation.  "No toys!  I just want
your tongue Gwen!  Tongue fuck my wet pussy baby!  You're so nasty and so
good and you're making me so goddamn wet!  Make me come like the horny
bitch I am!"

       Fergie had never liked sex toys all that much.  Sure they did in a
pinch when she was lonely and horny, but flesh and blood was always better
than plastic.  She didn't want a toy inside her when she had Gwen's tongue
at her disposal.  Getting something big and hard inside her was a job for
boys.  Girls were there for their tongues and that was what Fergie wanted
from Gwen.

       Gwen didn't fight Fergie's insistence.  She tasted too good to
object and besides, Christina's toys were all the way across the office.
Gwen didn't want to move an inch away from this wet pussy.  But that didn't
mean she had lost her desire to fuck Fergie.  It just meant she changed her
tactics.

       While getting her tongue back in with a series of long licks against
Fergie's spread lips, Gwen pulled one of her hands up.  Fergie reacted to
Gwen's tongue strokes with happy gasps and horny cries, humping herself
against Gwen's beautiful face to coax more tongue inside.  Gwen gave Fergie
faster, more intense licks, working her pussy over with a burst of energy
and she also gave her more.

       "OOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Fergie called out as two of Gwen's fingers pushed
into her cunt.  "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh you can totally do that Gwen!  Mmmmmm
finger my pussy while you lick it!  Ohhhhhhhhh fuck you've got such a hot
tongue and your fingers are making it even better!"

       Gwen licked and fingered Fergie with perfect timing.  All her
experience with girls showed now as she expertly got Fergie wetter with her
finger fuck and then tongued up her juice with skilled tongue strokes.  It
didn't take long for Fergie's breathing to turn ragged and for her body to
begin the shift to orgasmic overdrive, especially when Gwen turned to her
clit.

       It hadn't been hard for Gwen to get to Fergie's clitoris, but she
had purposely stayed away from giving it too much attention until now.
Fergie's ears didn't have the only piercings on her body and Gwen would
have been blind and incompetent to miss the stud that marked her lover's
clit.  But now that she had given her body at least some of the exploration
it demanded, Gwen finally rubbed her two fingers against Fergie's clit and
tongued the swelling, pierced bud.

       "FUCK!!!" Fergie screamed in ecstasy.  "YEAHHHHHHH GWENNNNNN!!!
MMMMMMM GETTING CLOSE!!!  YOU WANT IT BABY?  YOU WANT MY SLUTTY CUM ALL
OVER YOUR PRETTY FACE?"

       "Fuck yeah," Gwen panted, pulling up for just a moment.  "But that's
not all I want!"

       Fergie never had an opportunity to ask what Gwen meant because the
blonde acted so quickly.  But Fergie wouldn't have asked anyway.  She knew
what Gwen wanted.  She knew what all the girls and all the boys wanted when
they fucked her and Gwen was certainly worthy of getting it.

       With pussy juice dribbling down from her lips, Gwen pulled Fergie up
by her legs, lifting her slightly into the air and getting her tongue in
perfect position to dive into her pretty, puckered asshole.  Gwen announced
her intentions by taking a trick she had picked up from Christina and
spitting into the hole, making Fergie groan and writhe.

       Gwen dove right in after her spit, licking it up and working her
tongue all over the tender hole.  Fergie's words came out garbled, but they
indicated nothing but pleasure, especially when Fergie's hand shot down to
press against the back of Gwen's head, keeping her happily locked in
position.

       "GODDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSS TONGUE MY ASS!" Fergie exclaimed when she
finally found the mental clarity to push the words out.  "GIVE MY ASS YOUR
HOT TONGUE WHILE YOU FINGER MY PUSSY AND RUB MY CLIT!  MMMMMMM YEAHHHH
YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD GWEN!"

       Fergie helped her own cause when she moved her free hand down
between her legs.  She slipped a finger of her own inside her pussy to join
Gwen's, giving herself a double fucking while Gwen's tongue rimmed her with
the nasty passion Fergie always longed for in her lovers.

       Gwen felt euphoria rolling through her body.  She loved how nasty
she was acting.  Sucking off Fluffy.  Tonguing another woman's ass.  Being
like this had her heart pounding with the kind of adrenaline where you were
glad you were alive because of all the fun you could have.

       Gwen kept her one free hand gripped to Fergie's ass, pressing hard
into her cheek as she stabbed her tongue into her hole repeatedly, every
now and then changing things up by spitting and licking while her fingers
continued to rub against the singer's pierced clitoris.

       "OHHHHHHHH I'M GONNA COME!" Fergie cried, stating what was quite
obvious by now as her body shook on the couch, making her tits bounce
nicely.  "ALMOST THERRRRRRRRRRRE!!!  DON'T STOP GWEN!!!  PLEASE DON'T
STOP!"

       With Fergie's hand on her head, pressing her down to her ass, Gwen
wasn't about to stop.  But while tonguing Fergie's ass was fun, Gwen wanted
her cream soaking her tongue.  She would have to come back here and play
later.  Pulling her tongue and fingers out, Gwen didn't give Fergie even a
chance to feel neglected before she jammed her tongue back into her cunt
and lapped away at her clit.

       That got another happy exclamation from Fergie, especially as she
continued to work herself over with her fingers, plumping her pierced clit
up for Gwen's tongue, but not as loud as the one that came when Gwen pushed
her fingers into Fergie's well lubed ass.

       "AHHHHHHHHH FUCK OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAHHHHHH THAT'S IT GWEN!!!" Fergie
blissfully screamed, doing nothing to muzzle herself.  "THAT'S HOW I LOVE
IT!!!  AHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

       Fergie's whole body was tensing up.  She knew she was about to come
and she almost didn't want it to happen.  This was too good.  She didn't
want it to end.  She wanted Gwen to fuck her again and again, keeping her
in perpetual heat.  Fergie loved her position.  She was flat on her back
with her legs straight up in the air now as Gwen fingered her ass and
lapped away at her cunt.  Fergie was like a naked "L" on the couch and she
never wanted to move again.

       As her breathing grew faster and more uneven, Fergie's voice
actually got lower.  The closer she got to orgasm, the more her cries
turned into whimpers and she was practically mewing as she begged for more.
Words were getting harder to force out as the world seemed to come to a
complete halt around her.  Nothing mattered but the pleasure she was
feeling.

       "So close..." Fergie squeaked.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Yessssssss
Gwen yessssssssssssssssssss!!!"

       Gwen's tongue slapped Fergie's clitoris, batting her piercing
around.  She went after her aggressively with every intention of not
pausing for anything until she got a taste of Fergie's orgasm.

       Gwen didn't have long to wait.  The three pronged attack of Gwen's
tongue in the singer's pussy and fingers in her ass while Fergie frigged
her own pussy got results seconds later as Fergie let out a garbled moan
sharp enough to cut glass and flooded Gwen's mouth with her pussy cream.

       "Ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!!!" Fergie cried, her voice getting
strong again as she let loose with her ecstasy.  "YEAHHHHHH SOOOOOO FUCKING
GOOOOOOODDDD!!!"

       Gwen stopped her tongue in order to swallow down the hot feminine
essence she was being fed but she didn't slow her fingers.  She fucked
Fergie's ass with two of her fingers, stretching her hole and prolonging
the pleasure that was shaking through her lover's body.

       Fergie couldn't remember any lover, male or female, who had blown
her mind as much as Gwen had.  She tried to communicate this to her blonde
lover but all the words came out garbled as drool couldn't help but spill
out from her mouth onto the couch.  Pleasure filled her from her toes to
the ends of her hair.  There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't soaked
in bliss and when she finally had the mental strength back to pull off a
few words of coherent communication, Fergie only had one request.

       "Kiss me again," Fergie demanded with a happy moan.  "Kiss me now,
Gwen."

       Gwen didn't bother pointing out that Fergie didn't even have to ask.
Right now kissing was the least of what Gwen wanted to do with Fergie.
Gwen pulled her body up and lay flat atop Fergie on the couch, mashing
their tits together as they passionately kissed.

       Even though her brain was still swimming laps in all the endorphins
flowing through her, Fergie kissed Gwen back as hard as she could.  She
wanted to taste herself all over her lover's tongue and lips, but most of
all she wanted to give back Gwen all the pleasure she had just gotten.
Fergie wanted to reward her newest fuck friend and she wasn't about to wait
for her afterglow to fade to do it.

       "That was so so so so fucking good," Fergie groaned as her hands
moved to Gwen's tits and started playing with the perky mounds, massaging
her already swollen nipples.  "Mmmm you're an incredible fuck Gwen."

       "Thanks," Gwen said with a blush.  She adored hearing that
compliment.  "You've got such a hot body it was easy.  I just did what I'd
been dreaming about doing since I started seeing your videos."

       The idea of Gwen getting hot over seeing her shake her ass in short
skirts and tiny shorts got Fergie going again and she gave Gwen another hot
kiss, increasing the passion of her breast play.  That had Gwen moaning
into her mouth and Fergie toyed with her lover's hard nipples, teasing them
with her fingers while she sucked on her tongue.

       "But you're not the only great fuck here," Fergie declared with a
confident grin when the kiss broke.  "I know just what to do with a hot
body and right now you belong to me Gwen."

       Reversing roles, Fergie took command, flipping Gwen over on the
couch so she was the one on her back.  Gwen didn't resist a bit and
hungrily kissed Fergie as she settled in, loving the feel of the body
heated leather couch against her bare back.  Gwen wrapped her arms around
Fergie's back and kissed her repeatedly, moaning louder with each squeeze
and pinch Fergie took at her tits.

       "Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhh play with my tits," Gwen urged.  "Squeeze my
hot little titties Fergie.  You're making me so wet I'm gonna come so
fucking soon."

       "Oh no...no coming yet," Fergie ordered with a naughty gleam in her
eyes.  "I'm gonna show you all the nasty things I can do first.  Mmmmm I
can tell you've had a lot of practice fucking girls Gwen, but so have I."

       Fergie planted another wet, passionate kiss on Gwen's lips before
leaving them behind and moving down her lover's body.  Fergie took a quick
detour to give each of Gwen's breasts a kiss, running her tongue all over
her hard pink nipples, but she didn't let herself get too distracted.

       Ordinarily Fergie would have lavished attention on Gwen's tits, but,
judging from the wetness she got from pressing against her pussy, she could
feel that Gwen really was about to come.  Fergie wanted that cream on her
face and she mentally promised to give Gwen a full body licking later
because she was going to make damn sure they did this again.

       "Such a hot body," Fergie moaned as she kissed a wet trail down
Gwen's toned stomach and started licking around her thighs, making the
blonde singer pant with need.  "Mmmmmmmm you've got such a sexy fucking
body.  I'm gonna fuck you Gwen!  I'm gonna fuck you so good!"

       "Yessssssssssss fuck me!" Gwen pleaded.  "I've been so naughty today
and I need to come!  It's been fucking building up in me!  Fuck my pussy
Fergie!  Fuck it good and make it cream!"

       But Fergie's interest in Gwen's pussy was secondary to her obsession
with her ass.  From the first glimpse she had gotten of it in Gwen's thong
Fergie had wanted to just sink her teeth into it and now that she had Gwen
naked she knew she was going to go absolutely insane if she waited any
longer.  Fergie loved asses and she had never seen one better than Gwen's.

       "Scoot down," Fergie requested and Gwen immediately complied,
pulling herself down on the couch so she could be closer to Fergie.

       Gwen knew what her lover wanted and she was wet and horny enough to
give her anything if it resulted in orgasm.  She spread her legs wide as
she could, opening up her pink, juicy cunt as well as her ass.  With a
horny growl, Fergie reacted to the lewd sight in front of her face by
reaching under her lover's body and squeezing Gwen's butt cheeks as she
spread them open even wider.  Gwen's puckered starfish was practically
gaping for her now and Fergie hungrily went to work.

       Unlike Gwen and her spitting, Fergie let her saliva just run off her
tongue and into Gwen's asshole.  The spit dripped out of her mouth,
striking Gwen right on target and making the blonde coo happily at the
sensation.  But that sound was nothing compared to the reaction Gwen had
when Fergie rolled her tongue and started fucking her ass with it.

       "UGHHHH YEAHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH GAWWWD YEAHHHHH FUCK MY ASS!" Gwen
passionately commanded.  "TONGUE FUCK THAT HOLE FERGIE!  OHHHHHHH FUCK!
YOU ARE A NASTY GIRL!  MMMMMM YEAHHHH LICK MY SLUTTY ASS BABY!  MAKE MY
PUSSY EVEN WETTER!"

       Gwen helped herself along by taking a page from Fergie's technique
and reaching between her own legs to finger herself while getting her ass
rimmed.  Fergie's tongue was incredible.  She was using her tongue like it
was a finger, penetrating her tight hole and fucking her with passion and
force.  Gwen had been tongue fucked up the ass by porn stars, entertainment
reporters and everyone in between and no one had done it quite like Fergie
was.

       As pleasure raced through her body, Gwen's head rolled around on the
soft leather and moan after moan poured out of her mouth.  She had to close
her eyes to try and take it all in.  Fergie's tongue felt so good in her
ass, fucking her hard, but not too hard and with just the right precision.
She not only knew how to lick, she knew where to lick.  It was the perfect
rim job and Gwen felt like she was flying toward heaven from it.

       If Fergie had sprouted white, feathered wings and a golden halo had
encircled her head at that moment, Gwen wouldn't have been surprised.  This
was the tongue of an angel and Gwen was now a convert to the gospel of it.
Gwen was not blessed with psychic powers, but she was having herself a hell
of a vision about the fun they could have in Malibu with Fergie.  She was a
keeper.  No doubt about it.

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd.  You're so fucking good baby,"
Gwen cried, struggling to keep her volume under control and finally just
clamping her hand over her mouth so she could scream into her own palm.
The sounds might not have been rare around this office, but Gwen still
didn't see the sense in letting everyone know she was getting her ass
licked masterfully by the lead singer of Black Eyed Peas.

       Gwen cried repeatedly into her hand, her sounds almost a scream of
rapture.  Fergie's tongue alternated between hard thrusts and slaps against
her tight hole and sexy, wet licks over it, half teasing and half fucking
her and all of it making her feel good.  Gwen had only gotten into this
particular sex act recently and she still loved having her pussy licked
more, but a few more times like this with Fergie and Gwen knew she would
have found herself seriously hooked on having her ass eaten.

       "More.  Please more baby," Gwen begged loosening her hand enough to
gasp out her words as she writhed naked on the couch, flat on her back with
her cheeks spread wide for Fergie's incredible tongue.

       "Like that don't ya?" Fergie evilly teased, pulling her tongue out
to ask the most obvious question in the world.  "Think I'm slutty enough to
join the label Gwen?  Think Christina's gonna want my tongue buried in her
ass too?  She just as big a whore for it as you are?"

       "Yessssssssssssss she's an even bigger fucking whore for it," Gwen
admitted.  "Mmmmm she's gonna want you tongue fucking her all day and night
and never stopping.  She'll be begging you to join up and begging you to
fuck her like you're fucking me.  She'd be fucking crazy if she wasn't.
Your tongue feels go good Fergie.  It feels so fucking good."

       "Good enough for you to come for me?" Fergie continued to tease,
rubbing her thumb over Gwen's well licked ass.  "Good enough for you to
tell Christina what a hot fuck I am?"

       "Yeahhhhhhhhhh I'll tell her," Gwen passionately promised as she
squirmed naked on the couch, whimpering with horny need to get Fergie to
finish her off.  "I'll tell her every nasty detail of how fucking good you
are at licking my slutty ass.  Please don't stop Fergie.  Please make me
come.  I wanna come for you baby.  I need it so goddamn bad!!!"

       Gwen's need was quite obvious by that point.  Her pussy was
practically trembling like a volcano about to explode.  Fergie wondered
what Gwen had done to get herself that horny, but it wasn't like she was
complaining.  She had never dreamed when she had woken up that morning that
someone like Gwen Stefani would be begging for her to fuck her and the
thrill of it all was already getting Fergie wet for more fun.

       But first she knew she had to finish Gwen off.  Her ass tasted so
good that she could have eaten it all day, but that wet pussy of Gwen's
looked pretty damn tempting too.  Fergie couldn't decide how to finish her
lover off, so she tossed the decision off to her.

       "How do you want to come baby?" Fergie inquired, her thumb
continuing to work Gwen over, keeping the blonde right on the verge.  "You
want me to keep tongue fucking your perfect ass or do you want me to lick
up that pussy till you drench me in cream?"

       It was not a choice that Gwen had been expecting to make and at
first it threw her.  She had just expected to lie back and get off, but now
she had to pick her pleasure and they both sounded so good.  Fergie was
working magic between her ass cheeks and Gwen didn't want it to stop, but
she also needed her pussy eaten.  It was so wet and even with her fingers
buried inside it, frigging away, Gwen knew they were no match for a hot
tongue.

       Mmmmm and Fergie had such a great tongue. Gwen's thoughts drifted to
what would happen if Fergie hooked up at the mansion with Jennifer Aniston
and her amazing tongue for a lick off.  Ohhhhhh that would have just been
ecstasy from start to finish.  But she was getting ahead of herself.

       Gwen knew what decision had to be made.  Fergie's tongue was so good
in her ass that she had to feel it in her pussy too.  She had to know how
good it was there.

       "Lick my pussy you nasty bitch," Gwen growled, pulling her juicy
hand up from between her own legs and using it to aggressively grab Fergie
by her hair.  "Fucking tongue my cunt just like you're licking my ass and
make me come all over your face.  I need it so bad!  Make me come now!"

       Fergie smiled at Gwen's aggression and immediately complied.  Gwen's
upward tug on her hair brought her face to Gwen's spread pink pussy and she
dove right in.  She gave Gwen a series of hard, quick licks to her folds,
coating her tongue with the flavor of her juices and loving it on first
taste.  Gwen had a wonderfully delicious pussy and Fergie moaned happily as
she eagerly swallowed her juices.

       "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssss ooooooooooooooh that's it baby,"
Gwen cried, unable to cover her mouth anymore with her hands both on the
back of Fergie's head now.  "Lick my wet fucking pussy!  Mmmmmmmm lick up
all that slut juice!  I've been so fucking wet all day just dying to come
and I need it now Fergie!  I can't wait another second!"

       Gwen's filthy mouth just spurred Fergie on.  She licked all over
Gwen's pussy, taking an abbreviated tour of it because she knew time was
short.  Lapping away had Gwen cooing and humping against her face, giving
her skin a cum glaze that Fergie adored.  But Fergie knew where she had to
go and she didn't waste time.  Gwen's clit was plump and ready and Fergie
gave it all the tongue strength she could muster.

       "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE," Gwen screamed, hoping that
Christina had indeed made good on her promise once to soundproof the walls
of this office.  "YEAHHHHHHHHH FERGIE YEAHHHHHHHHH LICK MY CLIT!!!  LICK
THE CLIT YOU GOT SO FUCKING HOT!!!  DO IT NOWWWWWWWW!!!"

       Gwen's grip tightened on Fergie's hair, giving it an unconscious
yank as the younger singer licked her aching clitoris with hard, perfectly
timed tongue strokes.  Fergie didn't mind the tug though.  It wouldn't have
been the first time someone had pulled her hair while fucking and, if
Fergie had her way, it wouldn't be the last either.  Fergie just kept
licking, focusing all her attention on Gwen's clit, tonguing it again and
again and again until...

       "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Gwen exploded, both vocally and physically as
she came.  "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOH YESSS YESSSSSS
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

       All that Gwen had done that day, slutting herself up for Fluffy and
then for Fergie had led up to this moment and it didn't disappoint.  Her
orgasm sent her lurching on the couch, pleasure shooting through her with
intense bursts.  Gwen screwed her eyes shut and kept her tight grip on
Fergie's head as she shook with orgasmic rapture and fed Fergie the sex
cream which had been building in her all day.

       The flood of cream she was getting from Gwen didn't throw Fergie for
a second.  She just kept licking, trying to take it all into her mouth and
swallow what she could.

       But she didn't swallow all of it.  She kept herself a healthy
mouthful of it and as soon as she saw the chance, she pulled away from
Gwen's pussy and her grip on her head.  Fergie then planted herself down
atop of Gwen's naked body and kissed her, feeding the blonde her own cum.

       Gwen gratefully accepted the gift and opened her mouth for it.
Tremors of pleasure were still shooting through her body from her pussy and
the deep, cum swapping kiss, just prolonged the ecstasy.  Gwen and Fergie
happily kissed, running their hands all over each other's naked, flushed
bodies.  They both had the glow of sex sweat and Christina was probably
going to need a new couch after this, but neither of them cared.

       "Mmmmm baby you were amazing," Gwen sighed happily as the last
tremors shook through her.  Her hands had been moving up and down Fergie's
back as they kissed and now she rested them right on Fergie's bare ass,
softly rubbing her cheeks while they rubbed their faces together, brushing
their noses against one another in one of the horniest Eskimo kisses known
to history.

       "So were you," Fergie replied before stealing another kiss from her
new lover.  "God, I needed that.  You're an incredible fuck, Gwen.
Christina's got a lot to live up to if she ever tries to make a move on
me."

       "Oh she will," Gwen promised.  "That girl never leaves a hot pussy
unlicked and once I tell her about what we just did she'll be starving for
a taste."

       "You really think she's ok?" Fergie asked.  "She seemed really
upset."

       "She's fine," Gwen said.  "She just needs to vent and then she'll be
back like new."

* * * * *

       Unfortunately, Christina wasn't ok.  She hadn't just run out of her
office, she had tried to get out of the whole building.  She didn't know
where she was going.  She just wanted to get away.  She wanted to get away
from Britney.  She wanted to get away from the pain.  She just wanted to
get away from it all.

       The tears that she was trying desperately to keep from running down
her face had been gathering up for months.  She had yelled and screamed
but, until now, the tears hadn't come.

       Seeing Britney like that had triggered a waterfall, but Christina
was trying valiantly to keep that from being too apparent to the point
where she slapped on a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes.  She didn't
want anyone to see her like this.  She didn't want anybody to know how bad
she was hurting.

       Christina had long ago vowed never to let any of her friends see her
cry.  She had never wanted them to see that side of her.  If it had meant
lashing out by being a bitch to compensate then Christina was willing to
pay the price.  She just hadn't wanted them to see her like this.

       She was so embarrassed that Gwen had seen it.  She had shut them all
out so they'd never see and now Gwen knew just how bad the hurt was.
Christina was just relieved that Gwen hadn't run after her.  She couldn't
face her now.  She knew Fluffy was probably after her too, but she couldn't
face him either.

       Why had Britney come back?  Everything Christina had done lately had
been done to try and forget she had ever known Britney.  But seeing her
again had brought everything back that she had tried to bury.  All the
pain.  All the despair.  It all came rushing back with a rush that nearly
had Christina falling to her knees in the elevator as she frantically
pushed the button for the lobby.

       For so long Christina had sworn she would never give up her heart.
Not to anyone.  It had been used and abused by too many men from her father
to her useless ex-boyfriends.

       That was one of the things she had loved so much about being with
girls.  It had never been about love.  It had only been about hot, pulse
pounding, sweaty, uninhibited sex.  Christina had fucked so many girls and
she had never had to worry about romantic feelings or jealousy or any of
that other crap.  It had all been about fun.  She had never expected to
fall in love.

       Christina hated that emotion.  While others celebrated it, she fled
from it.  It left you vulnerable.  It left you exposed.  It made you do
crazy things and it hurt so much when it went away.  Christina had avoided
that pain for most of her life and everything had been great until she and
Britney had hooked up backstage at the concert.

       At first it had just been fun.  Christina had always got off hard
from fucking Britney and that was that.  She felt like she had found a
kindred spirit.  There was another singer out there as crazy for pussy as
she was.  They had fucked each other over and over again in every position
and in every conceivable manner and had never been able to get enough.  It
had been an unbelievable feeling to finally find someone who made her feel
the way Britney had.  But that was where the trouble had started.

       What had just been sexual infatuation for Christina grew. She had
loved spending time with Britney.  She had loved scheming with her.  She
had loved hearing her laugh.  She had loved the smile on her face.  She
loved how eager and bubbly Britney was.  Before Christina had even known
it, it had all come together and there she'd been facing the one thing
she'd never expected.  She had fallen in love with Britney Spears.

       When she had realized this, Christina hadn't felt fear or agony over
it, the way she had in times past when she had felt her heart becoming
vulnerable.  Instead she had welcomed it.  Being in love with Britney
somehow felt so right and so natural.  Sharing a bed with her felt like
home to Christina.  She felt safe and cared for the way you were supposed
to when you were in love.

       The night that Christina had truly understood the extent of her
feelings had been that night in Jamaica.  Britney had been fast asleep when
Christina had admitted her love but that hadn't stopped the confession from
feeling very, very good.

       Christina had planned on saying it again.  She had just had to find
the right time to do it.

       The morning after the party had been so crazy when Sarah's note had
been discovered, but to Christina the more significant event had been the
revelation that Kirsten Dunst and Eliza Dushku had gone off and gotten
married.  Christina didn't know either of them very well, but she had been
so happy for them.  If they had been able to declare their love, then why
couldn't she?  They hadn't cared if their marriage was legal and they
hadn't cared who else knew.  It had only mattered to them.

       Christina had never wanted that kind of life before, but seeing the
happy, totally in love looks on Kirsten and Eliza's faces as they told all
had started her dreaming about something just like that with Britney.
Maybe not marriage.  Christina didn't want to limit herself to sex with
just one girl. But something where neither of them was afraid to admit
their love and were able to go off and get slutty with their friends,
secure in the knowledge that they had someone to share their bed at the end
of the night.

       But just as she had never expected to fall in love with Britney,
Christina had never expected her fellow singer to hurt her more than anyone
ever had.

       Before she had ever found the right moment to confess her feeling to
a conscious Britney, her lover had started a tour for her new album.  They
had still fucked whenever possible, not letting Sarah's departure from
Malibu stop their fun.  But the whole time Christina had suspected Britney
was keeping something from her.  Something just had felt different about
her, but Christina had never imagined what the truth was.

       One day Britney had finally confessed.  She told Christina that she
had hooked up with one of her dancers during the tour.  She had told her
all about Kevin and how in love they were and how she knew they were
soulmates.  And then Britney had dropped the bomb that Christina still
hadn't recovered from.  She was pregnant and she was getting married.

       When the words flew out of Britney's mouth, to Christina it had been
like the world had stopped.  She had literally been able to feel her heart
react.  It hadn't been like it had broken.  It had been worse.  Christina
remembered that it had felt like it had just iced over, like no more happy
feeling could ever come from it.

       Christina didn't remember much about what had happened after that,
but her housemates had told her the details about what she had done.  There
had been screaming.  There had been objects thrown.  There had been crying.
There had been more screaming.  What Christina did remember was how she had
told Britney she hated her and never wanted to see her again.

       She had repeated those sentiments many times since but she had never
meant it more than she had at that moment.  Christina had never hurt more
from anyone before and the fact that she had warned herself not to fall in
love and had done it anyway just made it worse.  Part of Christina had
wanted to kill Britney that day for making her feel like that and the
mental wounds had never healed.

       She just wished she could move on from Britney.  But the tiniest
things had always sent her mind flooding with memories of the blonde.  Girl
moans had reminded her of the way Britney had sounded when she was aroused.
Little giggles had reminded her of how Britney had sounded when she was
doing something naughty and loving it.  And forget about girls with
southern accents.  Christina couldn't even listen to their voices.

       Since the day she had thrown Britney out, Christina hadn't seen her.
She had avoided her at all costs and now she remembered why she had.  To
feel all that hurt flowing again was just too much.

       When the elevator doors finally opened for the lobby, Christina was
out like a dart.  She barreled forth fearful of Gwen or Fluffy or anyone
trying to stop her, not looking where she was going and not caring.
Naturally that led her to walk right into someone.

       "Ow!  Hey!  Watch where you're..." a woman started to say before she
recognized who had bumped her.  "Christina!  Oh my God!  Just who I was
looking for!"

       Christina had only wanted to get out without looking up once, lest
someone see her tear stained eyes.  But she knew that voice and looked up
to find herself staring right at Kelly Clarkson.

       "How are you?  I was just coming to see you," Kelly said happily as
she embraced her friend with a Texas sized hug.  "I wanted to see how
everything was going and wish you luck at the label and everything.  I
can't believe I just ran into you like that when I was about to visit you
and I..."

       Kelly knew that if she didn't pause she could easily talk all day,
going a mile a minute.  It was a bad habit and she knew that too.  So she
had been making an effort to stop herself when she felt like she was about
to go off on a babbling jag.  But that wasn't why she had stopped herself
here.  Sunglasses couldn't hide sadness and all it took was one glance from
Kelly to see that all was not right with her friend.

       "Oh my God!  Christina what's wrong?" Kelly asked with concern.
"What happened?"

       Christina's first impulse had been to push past the singer and tell
Kelly she'd call her later.  But before she could do that she looked into
Kelly's face and saw how genuine her concern was.  For whatever reason that
touched Christina and instead of avoiding it, Christina told the truth.

       "Oh Kelly, it's all wrong," Christina sobbed right in the middle of
the lobby, throwing herself into the other girl's arms.  "My life is a
complete fucking mess."

       "Shhhhhhhh it's ok," Kelly replied, trying to comfort the girl.
This wasn't what she had expected to find at a visit with Christina, but
she adapted right to it.  "It can't be that bad.  Whatever it is."

       "You don't know, you just don't know," Christina insisted as her
tears continued.  "I'm so completely fucked up right now and nothing is
ever going to be right."

       Christina and Kelly continued to hug right in the middle of the
lobby and it quickly dawned on Christina that this was hardly the place she
wanted to be doing this.

       "I need to get home," Christina said, pulling away from Kelly as she
saw Fluffy coming out of the elevator toward her.

       "Are you sure you should?" Kelly asked.  "Maybe you shouldn't be
driving right now.  Stay here and talk to me.  Tell me what's wrong.  Maybe
I can help."

       "Doubtful," Christina answered, shaking her head.  But then a
thought did occur to her.  She did need Kelly's help.  After all she had
gotten a ride into town with Gwen that morning and she'd left her own car
back in Malibu.  She didn't want to see Gwen again right now when she was
like this.  So that left her with limited options.

       "Kelly, will you give me a ride home?" Christina asked, wanting to
get out of here fast since people were starting to stare.  She saw Fluffy
coming closer and she waved her hand at him, telling him to leave her
alone.  She didn't need him now.

       "Sure," Kelly immediately replied.  "Where are you headed?"

       "Malibu," Christina stated giving Kelly a moment's pause.

       "Wow, that's not exactly a skip and a jump on the freeway," Kelly
admitted, already picturing the traffic she was going to have to fight
through to get there.

       "You don't have to if you don't want to," Christina said.  "I'll
just get a car service."

       "No I want to," Kelly insisted.  "But on one condition."

       "What's that?" Christina asked.

       "You tell me what's bothering you," Kelly said.  "You look like
something terrible happened."

       If Christina had felt like Kelly had just been snooping then she
probably would have refused, but that wasn't who Kelly was and Christina
knew it.  If there had been anyone Christina knew who was more genuine than
Kelly then she couldn't think of them.  The feelings inside her were too
much of a raging sea.  Christina felt like she had to get it all off her
chest.

       "Ok, but it's a long story," Christina agreed.

       "Well it's a long drive," Kelly pointed out with her lovely, slight
twang.  "Now c'mon.  Let's get you home."

* * * * *

       As Christina was doing her best to get back to Malibu, another of
the mansion's residents was headed in the opposite direction, but hopefully
not for long.  Jewel had been feeling frisky all morning, but hadn't had a
chance to do anything to satisfy that feeling.  The solution to that lay
back at the mansion so Jewel wanted to get through her long-planned and
long-delayed shopping excursion in Beverly Hills over as soon as possible
to get back home.

       It wasn't as though Jewel disliked shopping.  She wasn't the biggest
of the mansion's "girly girls" but she loved a good shopping trip.  It's
just that it was hard for her to focus on what she wanted to buy when she
had a hot female voice in her ear giving her every incentive to get back as
soon as possible.

       "Stop saying that," Jewel insisted into her cell phone as she tried
to keep her focus on the road.

       "What's the matter Jewel?" Alyssa purred back with a naughty giggle
in her voice.  "All I did was tell you how I was lying down in my bed
totally naked, the soft sheets caressing my bare body as I wait for someone
to come in and ravish me.  Mmmmm maybe I should rub some lotion all over
myself.  That would feel so good...getting myself all glistening all over
my bare body.  Rubbing my hands all over my own breasts and down to my ass,
getting them shiny as I wait for a beautiful girl to come and lick me and
make me come over and over until I just pass out from pleasure."

       "You are so evil," Jewel growled, her pussy tingling at the thought
of Alyssa doing that to herself.  "You want me to get into a car accident
or something?  You nearly had me driving off the road when you told me you
were naked."

       "Sorry," Alyssa replied with a laugh.  "I'll be good.  I won't even
mention how Michelle just gave me my touch up and left me all nice and
smooth after I fucked the holy hell out of her."

       "Ooooooooooh you bitch," Jewel moaned, getting another laugh from
Alyssa.  "You are so getting a spanking when I get back."

       "Ooooooooh goody," Alyssa shot back gleefully while thinking that if
this cell call was being monitored by anyone they must have been giving the
NSA a hell of a thrill.  "My bare ass will be waiting for you when you get
back.  But you deserve a little teasing.  After all you went shopping and
didn't invite me."

       "I didn't know," Jewel claimed.  "Believe me I would have brought
you if I'd known you wanted to go."

       "I was so bored this morning," Alyssa pouted.  "I would have loved
to go. What are you shopping for anyway?"

       "Well it's just possible that I'm headed off to Victoria's Secret,"
Jewel coyly replied.

       "Ohhhhhhh I like the sound of that," Alyssa said.  She wasn't really
mad Jewel hadn't taken her.  Messing around with Michelle had certainly
eased her boredom, but making Jewel squirm was still fun for her.  "Now I'm
really bummed I'm not tagging along."

       "See I can tease a little too," Jewel pointed out.  "So just think
of me trying on all that sexy lingerie...pulling it on and then slowly
taking it off my body...trying to find something to make all you girls go
wild for me."

       "Mmmmm just promise to get something I can pull off with my teeth,"
Alyssa urged, getting another moan from Jewel as hot images continued to
dance around in her head.

       "No promises.  You all have done enough damage," Jewel laughed.
"Why do you think I'm headed here anyway?  You girls are always ripping my
panties off.  I can't keep a good pair for more than a week before someone
ruins them."

       "Hey we're just trying to show you how we like you better naked,"
Alyssa defended herself.  "Take it as a compliment and stop whining you big
baby."

       "Oh now your ass is definitely getting paddled when I get back
there," Jewel playfully vowed.

       "I can't wait," Alyssa declared.  "I think Jess has got some friends
stopping by soon.  Should be some nasty fun going on there.  Ooooh and
wait'll I tell you about Michelle being quite the naughty little French
schoolgirl.  Those nuns had quite a hellcat on their hands from what I just
learned."

       "Now that's something I definitely have to hear more about," Jewel
said, picturing the story in her head while she also wondered which of
Jessica's friends might be waiting for her when she got home.  Hopefully
they were the kinds that loved other girls joining in the fun.

       "I'll get back as soon as I can and I'll have some sexy things to
show off," Jewel promised as she pulled close to the store.  "One question
though."

       "Ask away," Alyssa said.

       "Have you really been naked as you've been talking to me?" Jewel
inquired.

       "As the day I was born," Alyssa honestly answered.  "And I never
even told you that I've been rubbing my pussy the whole time too."

       "Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Jewel sighed with desire.  "You just keep that
pussy wet for me Lyssa, cause I'll be home soon."

       After ending her call, Jewel took a moment to compose herself before
handing her keys to the valet.  This was Victoria's Secret, but it was
still Beverly Hills and it wasn't like she could be walking around with
hard nipples.  Damn that Alyssa.  She always found a way to get her wet.
Not that Jewel ever wanted her to stop.  All her housemates could say
whatever they wanted because their lewd promises were always backed up with
action.

       Having taken her time to not look as though she was on the verge of
orgasm, Jewel hopped out of her car and proceeded into the store.  Normally
a trip for some lingerie would have gotten her worked up, but compared to
hearing Alyssa's voice in her ear and picturing her gorgeous naked body,
Victoria's Secret was like a cold shower.  Jewel was just hoping she would
be able to find what she was looking for pretty quickly so she could get
back home.

       Trying to focus on the store's selection and not the treats that
awaited her in Malibu, Jewel began her lacy expedition.  She didn't have a
specific shopping list when it came to lingerie.  She just wanted to get a
few things she liked and thought looked sexy.  Nothing too fancy.  Just
enough to get her and her friends wet.

       Jewel smiled and blushed when she realized that shopping was a lot
like finding new girls to seduce.  She didn't have a "type."  She just saw
something hot and went after it.

       Jewel glanced over the displays and pictured the items not only on
her body, but her housemates as well.  Maybe she could find a few sexy
presents for her friends while she was here.  She didn't wear thongs or
g-strings very often.  She enjoyed flaunting her "T" more than her "A" but
she certainly appreciated how good women looked in barely there panties and
she could definitely think of a few girls at the mansion who would love
squeezing into some tiny g-strings she bought for them.

       Jewel also passed up the store's bras.  She had plenty of those.
Though Jewel did look at the display of push up bras and wonder what she'd
look like in one of those. She was already at a natural D cup and some
enhancement would have pushed her into some serious porn star cleavage.
Hmmmm she'd have to at least try one on before she left.  The look on her
housemates' faces if she showed off what looked like an even bigger set of
tits would have been worth the price alone.

       Where Jewel paid the most attention to was the store's sleepwear
line.  That was the kind of lingerie she liked.  Something lacy and sexy
that revealed just enough of the body to turn your lover, or lovers, into a
drooling mess.

       Jewel looked over the racks of babydolls, slips and chemises and ran
her fingers over the lace, satin and velvet, trying to decide what her
housemates would love best on her body and what they would have the most
fun getting off her.  Jewel saw a lot that she liked, particularly a red
lace slip and robe combo and a pink baby doll.  Jewel could already picture
the babydoll's string barely holding her big breasts back as her friends
begged to be the one to yank the string and uncover them.

       There were so many sexy outfits that Jewel liked and she silently
thanked whatever forces of fate had deemed her worthy of being a financial
success because she wasn't going to have to content herself with just one
or two items.  She had a Gold Card with no spending limit and was ready and
willing to use it.  If she wanted to go wild on a lingerie shopping spree
then she had the money to do it.

       But before Jewel could start turning her credit card into a melted
mess of plastic someone approached her from behind.

       "Excuse me, Miss?" the woman said, giving Jewel a gentle tap on the
shoulder.

       Jewel was surprised at first at the interruption and she assumed she
had been recognized.  She hadn't gone out with a t-shirt that read "I'm
Jewel, buy my poetry book and Ride With The Devil is available on DVD" but
she hadn't exactly gone to any length to hide her identity.  Expecting to
sign an autograph, Jewel turned around and found herself face to face with
someone who looked like a store manager.

       "Is there a problem?" Jewel asked.

       "No, no problem Miss, it's just that we're closing the boutique for
an hour," the woman said.

       "Closing?  Why?  I haven't had a chance to find what I was looking
for," Jewel protested, glancing down at her watch and wondering if somehow
she'd gone into a trance and let the day slip away.  Nope, it was still
just about lunchtime and not the usual time for the store to close.

       "Oh we'll be opening up again," the woman explained.  "We're just
closing our doors to the public for the next little bit.  We have some very
important customers coming in and we like to provide a certain degree of
privacy for high profile clientele.  I hope you understand our need for
discretion in cases like these."

       Jewel was a bit taken aback that this was happening.  She wasn't one
to play the "Don't you know who I am?" card, but she considered herself a
bit of a very important customer too.  She couldn't believe she was being
tossed out on her ass like this.  A quick glance around the store at the
other customers showed that they were being told the same thing.

       "We certainly appreciate your business and we'd be happy to offer
you a 20% discount on your purchases today if you don't mind waiting until
we reopened the store to complete your shopping," the manager said.  "We
understand this is an inconvenience with you and we would appreciate your
patience."

       "I'd rather stay and shop," Jewel frowned as she saw the other
customers walking out. A discount was always nice, but that wasn't going to
get her home to Malibu any quicker and, besides, she didn't feel it was
right to push people out like cattle, just because someone wanted some
privacy.

       "We understand but these clients have requested a private shopping
experience," the manager insisted.

       "You can't just throw people out because famous people want
something," Jewel shot back, getting more agitated the more she thought
about this.  "It's not fair.  I'm a good customer here and frankly I'm
pretty famous in my own right.  You don't see me throwing my weight around
here, do you?  I don't treat people like that."

       "Please Miss," the manager said, hoping to avoid a scene and finally
recognizing Jewel. The singer could see that flicker of recognition in her
eye and she saw a little bit of panic cross her face as she undoubtedly
began wondering if she'd accidentally created a bit of a situation.

       "Who is closing the store?" Jewel demanded.  "I want to talk to
them."

       "I'm afraid I can't..." the manager started to say before the answer
revealed itself.

       "Jewel!" a female voice called out and Jewel turned around to see a
blonde woman waving excitedly at her as she walked into the store.  Jewel's
anger immediately disappeared and was replaced by a completely different
kind of feeling.

       "Jessica?" Jewel asked, as she couldn't believe how quickly her mood
had shifted.

       Jewel stepped away from the store manager and gave the arriving
Jessica Simpson a hug.

       "How are you?" Jessica inquired.  "I haven't seen you in so long.
How's everything been?  I heard your new CD and it's great!  I loved it."

       "Thanks, things have been great," Jewel said with a smile.
"Everything's been going really well lately.  I heard some new tracks from
your new CD too and they're really catchy.  I totally got into them."

       Jewel paused before she said anything more.  Usually this was the
part of the conversation where she asked Jessica back how she was and that
naturally would have necessitated talking about her marriage.  It wasn't as
though Jewel could ask how Nick was.

       "Ummmm is everything ok with you?" Jewel finally asked.  "How have
you been?"

       "It's been tough, but I've been ok," Jessica replied.  "You just
gotta try and focus on the things that make you happy."

       Jewel and Jessica both left it at that because another blonde walked
and Jewel got herself another hug.

       "Hey Jewel.  How are you?" Ashlee Simpson asked.  "Wow, you look
great."

       "So do you," Jewel said, really meaning it as she eyed Ashlee in her
green skirt and black tank top that hugged her generous chest so nicely.
Both Simpson sisters looked great and Jewel was really, really looking.
She had to remind herself not to stare too much, especially at Jessica in
her pink dress which was low cut enough to create a valley of cleavage
Jewel desperately wanted to explore.

       Jewel had known Jessica for years and they were actually pretty
close, but not close enough for Jewel to have made any move on her.  She
had done a duet with Jessica once on one of her and Nick's TV specials and
Jewel had certainly looked for an opportunity there, but Jessica had
betrayed no sign she was unhappy with her husband or receptive to a same
sex encounter, so Jewel hadn't pursued it.

       She didn't know Ashlee as well.  She had always been kind of tagging
along when she saw Jessica like little sisters were wont to do, but Jewel
liked her too and she certainly didn't mind any opportunity she had to be
close to both of their sexy bodies.

       "I should be asking how you are," Jewel said back to Ashlee.
"You're the one with the hit album.  I'm so proud of you Ashlee.  I knew
you could do it."

       "Hey no one's prouder of my little sister than me," Jessica said,
putting her arm around Ashlee and squeezing her.

       Ashlee blushed at the compliments but didn't stop smiling.  Things
had been really rough for her but she had been able to get through it and
she felt stronger now than she ever had before.  Jessica had always been
there for her during the scandal over her lip synching and she would be
forever grateful for that.  She had also gotten a lot of support from
people like Jewel who had called her and urged her to not give up and let
all the critics win.  She had listened to them when they told her to keep
fighting and she was in a better place now because of it.

       "I'm just glad people liked it," Ashlee said.  "All I wanted was to
have fun with singing and give people something to enjoy.  I never wanted
all this other stuff."

       "Well I think you did a great job," Jewel stated.  "You both did.
You make really catchy stuff."

       "Thanks," Jessica replied with another smile.  "So what are you up
to today?"

       "Well I was trying to do some shopping," Jewel said with just a
touch of bitterness.  "But I guess I have to leave."

       "What?  Why?" Jessica asked.

       "They're clearing out the store for you two," Jewel explained.
"They said the rest of us could come back in an hour or so."

       "No you can't leave!" Jessica insisted.  "Stay and shop with us.
Please.  I want to catch up with you and everything."

       "Well...ok..." Jewel said with mock hesitancy.  This had turned out
even better then she had hoped.  Not only was she able to shop for
something sexy, but she had two beautiful companions now.

       Thinking of Jessica and Ashlee trying on lingerie and showing off
their great bodies had Jewel getting moist and she began wondering if an
opportunity might present itself here.  It was a long shot with both
sisters there looking over each other's shoulders and cutting down on
privacy, but Jewel knew she could always dream.

       And Jewel did indeed dream.  She dreamed with each and every piece
of lingerie Jessica and Ashlee oohed and ahhed over.  Bras, panties,
sleepwear.  Whatever it was, Jewel pictured it on their bodies and, more
importantly, off their bodies.  Jewel was beginning to entertain some vivid
fantasies about the two sexy sisters as she saw herself helping them into
their sexy bras and panties, getting her hands all over their bodies and
then stripping them both down and playing with them as they cooed for more.
Jewel saw the girls as her own personal living Barbie dolls and she liked
it, especially when it came to thinking about getting them naked.

       Jewel was so fixated on her fantasies that she barely gave a thought
to her own shopping.  She just dreamed away and tried to follow along the
conversation coming from Jessica and Ashlee, nodding her head and throwing
in an occasional word or two as she tried not to let on that she was
getting wet from the thought of fucking them both, one after the other, and
then getting both sisters to work tonguing her holes in tandem, Jessica
licking her pussy as Ashlee rimmed her ass.

       It took all of Jewel's willpower to stifle a moan after that vision
and she didn't even notice that Jessica was talking to her until an awkward
pause had only begun.

       "Huh?" Jewel asked, shaking the thought out of her head for the
moment.

       "I said, I'm really sorry about the confusion before," Jessica
repeated.  "We had no idea that they were going to kick everyone out of the
store.  We usually have someone call and set these things up and we don't
want to have, you know, photographers around and all that stuff.  But we
didn't know that they were doing that.  We never would have done it if we
knew people were being asked to leave, especially you Jewel."

       "Oh it's ok," Jewel shrugged.  "I stopped being mad when I saw it
was you guys."

       "You ok Jewel?" Ashlee inquired as she eyed a selection of soft,
slight negligees and unknowingly gave Jewel another fantasy vision.  "You
seemed lost there for a minute."

       "Oh yeah, I just kind of zoned out," Jewel said, trying to play it
off when all she could really think about was how good the baby blue
colored negligee Ashlee was holding would look thrown on the floor of her
room at the mansion as she Ashlee were locked in a 69 giving each other's
pussy a real lip synching.

	"Oh yeah, I get like that too sometimes," Jessica admitted.

       "Yeah like all the time," Ashlee snorted, earning herself a playful
whack on the arm from her sister.

       "Shut up," Jessica affectionately demanded.  "I am so not like that
all the time."

       "Please," Ashlee smiled as she rolled her eyes.  "You didn't have to
grow up with her Jewel.  You have no idea what she's really like.  Believe
me, chicken of the sea is mild next to some of her genius ideas."

       "Oh you are such a liar," Jessica insisted, smiling pretty widely
herself.  "She's lying Jewel.  Don't listen to her.  She's the one always
tripping over things and forgetting why she came into rooms.  She's the
ditz in our family. And to think I was gonna pay for all your stuff today
as a present, Ashlee.  Well forget it now.  You're on your own Ash."

       "Like that's a problem," Ashlee continued to tease.  "Last time I
checked my albums were outselling yours."

       "Oooooh you bitch," Jessica laughed, showing that Ashlee's barb
didn't inflict any real damage.  "Forget all those nice things I said about
her earlier, Jewel.  Ashlee's headed right for the discount bin at the flea
market with her next album."

       Jewel couldn't help but smile watching the sisters go at it.  She
had plenty of experience with siblings and this sort of back and forth was
nothing new to her.  Of course when she was growing up she and her siblings
didn't have the sort of problems that the Simpson sisters did.  They were
too busy worrying about paying for food and hoping the heat wasn't shut off
in the middle of the winter to get involved with whose album sold better
and whose credit card was going to be used for picking up the lingerie tab.

       Of course the fact that the Simpsons were only slightly less spoiled
than the Hilton sisters didn't change the fact that Jewel had a serious
case of lust for the both of them and that didn't lessen a bit when Ashlee
opened up her mouth next.

       "Ok truce," Ashlee said.  "Who wants to try some stuff on?  I feel
like making myself sexy."

       "Now you're finally making some sense Ash," Jessica agreed.  "I mean
this stuff looks great on the rack but there's only one way to see how sexy
it really is."

       All Jewel could do was nod her head as she racked her brain for any
idea of how to turn all this into a seduction.  The more she was around
Jessica and Ashlee the more she wanted them.  She didn't care which Simpson
sister she got.  She just wanted one.  Being around all this lingerie,
knowing what was waiting back for her in Malibu and staring at these two
girls as they remained oblivious to her true thoughts for them was
combining to really stoke Jewel's sexual fires.

       She was actually glad when the three of them went off to separate
dressing rooms.  Now she had a chance to calm herself before she lost
control and just started humping herself against the first sister she could
get her hands on.  She had to get some perspective on this before she made
a mistake and offered up an unwanted advance.

       Jewel did like Jessica and Ashlee as friends and she didn't want to
sabotage that.  She hadn't gotten any signal at all that either one of them
would have been receptive to her coming on to them.  There had been no
suggestive comments, longing glances or even subtle flirting.  Everything
had been normal and Jewel knew she had to get some self control.

       She had the stuff she wanted to try on but she wasn't even able to
do that once she got into one of the store's dressing rooms.  All she was
able to do was look at herself in the mirror and take calming, deep breaths
to try and even out her emotions.

       Spending all that time in Malibu was really starting to warp her
brain, Jewel thought to herself.  Not all women were into lesbian sex.  It
just seemed like that at the mansion.  The mansion wasn't the rest of the
world, though, and Jewel took a deep breath and reminded herself of that.

       The soothing breath did the trick and Jewel felt her libido start to
cool down to an acceptable level.  Sure either Jessica or Ashlee would have
been a hell of a notch for her bedpost, but Jewel also didn't believe in
taking crazy risks.

       She remembered how Alyssa had told her she'd been able to seduce
Heather Locklear while shopping once, but she didn't think she could be
that bold.  She didn't see a clear chance and Jewel told herself to wait.
All she had to do was calm herself, get some sexy outfits to finish her
shopping trip and then she could get home and get all the girl sex she
could ever desire at the mansion.  There every sexy body would have been
all too willing to be ravished with no scheming necessary and Jewel felt
calmness flow over her.

       There was no need to go crazy here.  She could just have some
platonic fun with Jessica and Ashlee and leave it at that.

       But then everything changed with a knock.

       At first Jewel thought the knock had come on the door to her
dressing room but when she heard Jessica ask out who it was that illusion
was corrected.

       "It's Ashlee," a voice replied and Jewel heard Jessica walking over
to let her sister into her dressing room.  Jessica had the one right next
to Jewel's and it was easy for the Alaskan native to hear what was going
on.

       "Wow you look great in that, sis," Ashlee said.  Jewel couldn't see
what the girl was talking about but she decided to take her word for it.

       "Really?  You don't think it's too...you know...slutty?" Jessica's
voice said through the not too thick walls of the dressing rooms.

       "No, it's just really hot," Ashlee's voice replied in appreciation,
making Jewel long to see what exactly it was that Jessica was modeling.

       "You look fantastic," Ashlee continued.  "I mean you're really sexy
in that."

       "Thanks," Jessica said.  "So when do I get to see you in what you
got?"

       "Well after seeing you like this, I don't think so," Ashlee
answered.  "There's no way I can measure up."

       "Stop doing that Ashlee," Jessica shot back.  "Don't put yourself
down.  I think you're beautiful.  Now don't be shy. I saw you looking at a
few things back there and I bet they looked great on your body.  Now lose
that robe and show me.  I'll be totally honest, but I know you're gonna
look amazing."

       Jewel told herself she shouldn't be listening into this private
conversation, but she couldn't help it.  She had always loved to watch and
since there was no picture, listening would have to suffice.  Jewel quickly
found that the closer she got to the wall the better she could hear and
before she knew it, her ear w