An Oscar Story

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Two Oscar winners share a tender moment.
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As you well know, this year Halle Berry won the Oscar for best actress, and a few years back so did Angelina Jolie (now Lara Croft). This is, blatantly obvious, a fantasy sexual meeting between these two beautiful women, yet I have tried to make it as plausible as is possible within the confines of trying to write an exciting story. To me sexual fantasies work best in my mind when I can logically follow the events in the story, and can (to some extent) logically imagine them happening. It is however long, and possibly somewhat slow.

Most of all I love feedback, good and bad, so please tell me what you think.

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Both Halle Berry and Angelina Jolie seemed like intelligent women, along with their looks. As such, at the after-Oscar party held the year of Angelina Jolie's win they had a chance to meet each other for the first time. Angelina was the more out-going of the two, and while Halle was a bit taken aback by this statuesque amazonian beauty, Angelina's appealing personality soon made her laugh. She seemed so brazen, never holding back on what she thought about a person, both good and bad. Halle, up for a bit of fun, but a touch more reserved, was soon won over. They were well on the way to a friendship. This slowly developed into a close friendship over the course of a couple of years, Angelina happy for Halle when she won her own Academy Award. When each had the time during their busy schedules they met up to chat, have a coffee or to go out to drink. Though both took on slightly different roles, they both understood the pressures of fame and all that it entailed. As such they learnt to open up to each other, solving each other's problems, and became dear friends.

One early Tuesday morning Halle had finally got a chance to get back into Los Angeles, after the hectic shoot of the last two months. When she got back into her house, it was empty, and she realised that her husband was going to be away that evening on business. This was not what she wanted to come back too, she'd hated her last shoot, after a few hours bored she was dying to see someone she cared about. She knew that Angelina was probably in town, organising for her painful divorce from Billy-Bob, and could possibly be home. They had spoken over the phone recently, and Angelina had been despising all the publicity that her divorce had been getting. As such Halle knew that she would be looking for a sympathetic ear, so she'd go around and surprise her.

She rang the door-bell, and waited and waited, with no reply. Halle sighed, oh well… it was just a chance. She turned to leave, and at that moment heard a scratching at the door. It swung open to reveal a rather red and flustered looking Angelina Jolie, wearing a bikini top (that barely covered her rather large breasts) and a pair of track-suit pants. It looked like the type of gear you'd fling together if you had nothing on, and there was a knock at the door to answer. Plus Angelina's face was the picture of surprise…

"Oh shit, Halle, hi, I didn't expect to see you?" said Angelina, the words tumbling out of her mouth. She was sweating like a mad dog.

Halle was sure she'd interrupted something here. "Yeah… Just thought I'd drop by to say hello… that's alright isn't it?" she sounded very hesitant.

"Ummmm, yeah sure, just come in." She opened the door wide motioning Halle to enter.

Halle wandered cautiously in, "um, I'm not disturbing you am I Angie, I mean if your busy it can wait? It's just that Jeff's out of town and I was looking for a chat? You said last time on the phone that you wanted to catch up, so…"

Angelina sputtered, "no, no problem, you poor girl. A bit lonely hah?" Patting her brow with sweat. She realised she looked a bit flustered to Halle, "Ah, I've just been in the yard exercising a bit. Um, it's a bit warm today isn't it?"

"Yes, I guess..." Halle simply guessed that Angelina must have been nude sunbathing or something (in the past Angelina had mentioned that she like the all over tan), heard the bell and quickly thrown some clothes on.

Angelina looked like she was calming down. "Look, just park yourself out on the balcony, I'll get a cool-drink and we'll chat… I'd love to catch up." She sounded a great deal happier today than she had in months, clearly her mind wasn't on the divorce.

Angelina emerged from the house wearing her bikini top, and now just a pair of very tight shorts that emphasised the curves of her butt. To anyone's eyes (including Halle, who wasn't bi, but could still recognise a seductive women when she saw one) she was damn sexy. Soon the two beautiful women were relaxing with each other chatting away and catching up nicely. Angie sounded resigned to what was going on,

"It's just based on this persona that the public have of me, wild-child and all," she flung her hands around as she spoke. "I mean the publicity machine is good when you need it, but…" and with that she just sighed. "I mean I miss Billy, I mean I do and I don't, but I've been keeping myself busy, I've got a new shoot starting next week!" Halle thought she was trying to make light out of the horrible situation that she was going through. She said she was a bit lonely now and then, but that she had good friends, and that if she was a bit frustrated, that Angelina had to take care of herself in that department. Halle just laughed, she knew that Angelina was one of the more sexually relaxed people she knew. Halle kept quiet on the subject, she was a bit more reserved, but it was all by the by to be hearing Angelina discuss matters of masturbation.

"Look, just hang around this afternoon, I'll cook dinner, and we can relax and drink a bit. I'll just get a beer now, and I insist you have one too," Angelina gave Halle a mock serious look, pointing her down with her finger. Halle was so happy that Angelina was feeling better.

As Angelina was in the kitchen getting the drinks, clinking around making a racket, her large breasts bouncing as she moved. "I've got a six pack of Stella's and I've got a few whiting fillets in the fridge, I just rub it with some ginger and some light soy and fish sauce, foil it, and bung it in the oven. I mean, you like fish don't you Halle?" She called out.

"Um sure… Angie, this sounds a bit dumb considering how often I've been here, but just where is the bathroom again?"

Angelina sounded off to her, waving her hand, "Oh, you know, just down there at the end of the second hallway…" She watched Halle wander down.

Angelina's house was huge, and this hallway had at least ten or so doors, Halle was confused. "Oh, this one?" Halle stated as she stopped at a door and opened it.

Angelina looked down the hallway and freaked, "Oh fuck, no, Halle not that one!" But it was too late.

Halle didn't really recognise what she'd walked in on. It was a bare tiled room except that there were a few pillows to lie down on to be comfy, arranged around Angelina's Academy Award. Also the Oscar seemed to be bolted or attached to the floor so that it couldn't be moved. Plus, most peculiarly, it appeared that the Oscar was coated in some sort of bright shiny lacquer, which sort of polished it to a bright but sort of off-whitish colour. Halle thought to herself, 'well, I 'spose that's one place to put your awards, though I prefer to place mine on the fireside mantle?'

Halle turned around to see Angelina absolutely freaked and standing at the doorway, she couldn't work out what she was upset about? They both stared at each other in silence. Halle broke the awkwardness by simply asking, "So, what do you use to polish your Oscar? I simply use a dry cloth, but yours positively shines!" She thought that she sounded a bit dumb trading cleaning tips.

Angelina's face just fell into her hands, she was bright red. "Umm… I was just moving it around while the prick moved his stuff out of the house, hadn't found a new place for it yet!."

Halle didn't get it, "Oh, O.K. then, no probs. Can I just ask one question then, why is it attached to the floor. It doesn't damage it does it?"

Angelina was exasperated, "Ah, no Halle, I just use it for other stuff." Angleina had the look of a young girl who'd been caught with her hands in the cookie jar when they shouldn't have been. "Look, fuck it, I'll tell you, what the fuck, why not." She flung her hands to either side. "It's just a game I play to feel good, odd things do it for me!" Her eyes were as wide as owls were.

Halle still didn't understand, "Angelina, I don't understand what your talking about?"

"Well, you know, it's bolted to the floor so that it does move when I…."

"Yes, go on!"

"Um… well when I fuck it!"

"What..!" Halle had no idea of what she meant. Now she was flustered too.

"Um, jesus Halle, you know what I'm like, all the rumours that spread. Yeah, I like unusual sex, I like playing with both guys and girls, sometimes toys…" she started making broad hand gestures, "they get me off."

Hillary was stunned. A vision filled her mind of Angelina Jolie, naked, sitting herself over her Oscar, so that it was inside her, slowly rising and lowering herself over it. It made her feel horny.

"Really…?" Halle was confused. "what's it like?" Halle couldn't believe she asked.

"Um," Angelina nodded her head, "It's really fucking good"

"Really?" Halle started feeling horny. Though she never really admitted it to herself, she liked sex, thinking about it, doing it. She felt just like she did when she was a teenager. Admitting to a girlfriend that she jerked off, while sleeping over. Truth or dare type stuff. The idea of this tall gorgeous world famous movie star getting herself off on a statue was just boggling. She felt a twitch in her crotch.

Angelina saw a confused look cross Halle's face. "Um, I was just bored and horny one day, and the idea to use it just popped into my head" She reassured Halle. "I mean, everyone does it, but none admits it. Don't you sometimes?" Halle shyly admitted yes by nodding her head, but she thought to herself 'but not with a statue!' She was a 15-year-old girl again. "Truth. What does it feel like?"

"Um, well its not like an ordinary dildo, you've used a dildo before right?" Halle shook no. "How about a vibrator?" Halle shook again, all of a sudden she felt like an inexperienced prude.

Angelina continued anyway. "It's colder, wider and has more ridges… you can really feel it inside yourself" Halle seemed to be hanging on to her every word. Angelina enjoyed that, she liked talking about sex, what she did, and she started feeling a little horny, she felt an itch in her pants. She wanted to shock, surprise and experience was an important part of fucking to her. So she just blurted it "to you want me to show you? I'm quite serious."

At first Halle just said no, though she was curious. Her pussy started becoming moist, she could feel it wetting her panties. But no, no way… it was too much for her.

Angie looked her square in the eye, and said sedately "are you sure?" She was serious, all of a sudden she had a rush of adrenalin, she was quite happy to fuck herself in front of someone. She knew the sense of power it would give her, knowing that she was showing something very private so publicly. She walked over to the statue and sat down on the cushions. She took one hand and started lowering the straps of her bikini top. Halle could clear see Angie's nipples poking though the top. They were large and round, as were her areoles, dusky skin of which were also becoming visible through the thin fabric. Halle knew her breasts were becoming the same way, but her clothing covered her hard nipples. She didn't know what to do.

Angelina looked up at her and said, "you don't have to watch, but I'm gonna do this anyway, I'm fucking horny." With that she slipped the top over her head, her massive tits spilled out. Halle was stunned, they were even larger than hers, a beautiful lightly tanned colour, round and firm with her nipples crimson pink, looking like they'd burst.

Halle didn't know what to do, she felt a trickle of juice run down her thigh, she was soaking. She needed to get off too, but not in front of someone, even someone as beautiful as Angelina Jolie. She felt like running off to another room and rubbing her clit raw, but she was glued to where she was, she couldn't take her eyes of Angelina.

Angelina had thrown her top away, her large tits jiggling. She then placed both hands on her hips, and unzipped the front of her pants. Angelina felt like putting on a show, so she stood in profile to Halle, and bent over. She could feel Halle's eyes burning into her, concentrating on her tight arse, as she wiggled it a little. Slowly she lowered her pants, more and more flesh showing of her rounded smooth skin. Halle glanced at her breasts. Side-on she could see just how large they were, her nipples jutting out like cherries. They were perfectly rounded full breasts. Just then Angie dropped her pants on the floor, a small puddle at her feet. She didn't have any underwear on, her legs were fantastic, but her butt was amazing. Still bent over she crossed her ankles, it had the effect of poking her arse out further. She reached down to her ankles, causing her pussy lips to fold between her smooth thighs, so that they poked between her legs bending over. In profile Halle could see smooth downy pink flesh, glistening with juice, poke between her legs. Halle's heart jumped a beat, and she felt like she wanted to cum.

Still bent over, Angelina slowly raised her hands up her long legs, taking forever over the smooth flesh. She ran them slowly over her hips, and then over her flat stomach, rising over the dips and curves of the contours of her body, till they reached her breasts. She held her tanned globes of flesh in her hand, squeezing hard, so that her flesh oozed from between her fingers. She squeezed harder and moaned, delighting in the pleasure she was giving herself, especially when she knew that every move she made was being watched. She moved her hands down slowly, cupping each breast in her hand, almost like a demi-cup bra. She then raised her thumbs, each rubbing her erect nipples. As she rubbed the nipples rolled from side to side, Angie letting out a deep pleasurable sigh as she did so. She then glanced over to Halle and grinned, her full lips glistening.

Quite openly she stated quietly, "Do you like my…" she cupped her left breast up, towards her head, her nipple towards her mouth and hissed "…body." With that she extended her tongue, and licked the tip of her red nipple, lolling around on it. With that Halle couldn't believe what she was seeing, she felt a little faint, weird in the stomach, and yet kept her mouth shut. Halle Berry was speechless. She slowly slid down the wall to the floor, her legs held against her chest. She slid her hands over her own breasts, and through her clothing could feel her own erect nipples against her palms.

By this stage Angelina had taken as much as she could of her breast into her mouth, sucking hard on her teat. Angelina loved to pleasure herself, it relaxed her, and as she rubbed the top of her tongue against her tit, she slowed her breathing, taking long deep breaths, luxuriating in the tactile feelings she was giving herself. Obviously she knew her body better than anyone. Slowly though she raised her head, her hands dropping to her sides. She turned to stand full frontal to Halle, crouching against the wall. She looked extraordinary standing there, her long smooth legs, tapering up to her hips. Her hip bone curved into her pussy, her public mound rising lightly, and her pussy itself covered in a neatly shaved yet thickly haired strip. Her labia were not visible, tucked as they were between her legs. Yet a thin clear oily fluid was visible between her upper thighs, a thick strand of the liquid shared between the smooth rounded pieces of flesh, linking the two, it being the only visible sign of the excited state that her genitals were in. Her stomach looked like it was made of porcelain, flat and precious, dimpled only by her small cute belly button. Her breasts stood proud, jutting out, her areoles now deep pink, puffed and pecked with excitement, her left nipple particularly red from its sucking and twisting. Then her long face, with the thin cat like eyes, high cheeks, slightly pointy nose and incredibly full bee-stung lips looking like they were designed for sucking and enveloping the head of a cock.

This is what Halle drank in as Angelina stood there, it made her crotch ache with lust, and when their eyes met, Angelina smiled slightly, reassuringly, but Halle lowered her own eyes. She felt ashamed that she had stared at Angie's body in such a way, and the way it made her feel.

"Are you alright Halle?" Angelina ventured, Halle quietly nodding yes as a reply. "You know there is nothing to worry about here. This is not depraved or disgusting, it's how I feel, what gives me pleasure… but I'll stop if you want me to." Halle again nodded, this time a no. "Then look at me, look up," it was almost an order. Halle dared to glance up, daring only to look at Angelina Jolie's face. "Halle don't just look at my face, you can look at my entire body if you want to, don't ever feel ashamed to do something that is not wrong and gives you pleasure." Again Halle's eyes took in all of Angelina's body, she admitted what she saw excited her, made her feel wet, made her want to touch herself. Angie smiled.

Angelina began to crouch down to her knees, resting on pillows, with the golden statue resting between her thighs. "Look at me Halle, look at my cunt, I'm very wet." Angie's thighs formed an outward 'V' that centred in, like an arrow towards her dark curly crotch, soft velvet skin surrounding it. Her vagina was not yet visible, but at the base of her pubic mound her slit was just visible, glimpses of pink moist skin here and there. It looked covered, and also matted her pubic hair, by a slick of wet thick pre-cum. Angie took her right hand and with two fingers pointing down straight, seemed to place them between slit made by her labia. She then opened her two fingers like an upside down V, which opened her pussy up, delicate pink folds of skin, puffy, thick and moist. She jutted her hips forward, it meant that dark that her dark, small vaginal hole was now visible. With her other hand she took hold of one of her outer pussy lips, and started massaging it slowly between her fingers, She sighed and a string of thick white cream dropped to the floor beneath her legs.

She started to speak, "sometimes when I'm alone, or sometimes in front of people, I like to open my cunt like this, see what it looks like... touch it in different areas, see what different feeling I get... Sometimes I massage my lips like this, just lightly… But I could take one finger, and make loops just outside my hole, moistening it, before I stick it inside me, thrusting it in and out. Or I just let my hand wander around my thighs, the smooth skin there and follow it down so I rub the puckered skin of my arse-hole. Sometimes I just take my entire palm and rub it raw and fast against my whole pussy, feeling the pressure it makes… Or take just one finger and rub my little clit around and around." Her fingers were becoming covered in juice.

She looked up at Halle and ventured forth "do you do this Halle?"

Halle finally vocalised a reply, sounding hoarse with sex, "sometimes I do, not like that though, just undercover in bed, my finger and me." Halle couldn't believe she was saying this, but it excited her to talk now, discussing something so private as touching ones one genitals, getting pleasure from them. "I did when I was young though, a teen, I looked at myself to see what it looked like. I squatted over a hand mirror, opened myself, but only when I knew I was by myself in the house. I would touch myself, take a towel and see what its coarseness felt like against me, or the warmth of a hot-water bottle. Or rub an aerosol can along my lips, so smooth and cool, imagining if that was what a dick felt like, of course I found out it didn't" she giggled. Talking this way made her crotch throb, she wanted to touch it so much. She was still crouched and clothed, but she lowered a hand and cupped her crotch, pressing hard and feeling the pressure it made on her clit.

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