Celebrity Juices: Holly & Kelly

With a gasp Holly felt her sphincter finally wrapping around the girth of the vodka bottle, a tight wonderful stretch in the muscle. While adjusting to the intrusion her free hand slid into her crotch. Red-painted fingernails moved over hot flesh, slick with feminine cream. Sighing with pleasure, the fingers circled an engorged clit, warm sensations pulsing into her pelvis. Ploughing through her pussy lips Holly's finger pushed into the hot clutching hole of the dripping cunt, sliding back and forth between the slick walls.

'Oh, fuck,' Holly hissed. Without thinking the sensual beauty pressed down. 'Oh yes!' she sighed, arse smoothly sliding down the bottle, going deeper into her rectum. Not stopping until the entire body of the glass was inside her, the star squeezed her anal muscles, delighted in the feelings it caused.

Slowly at first she began to move up and down. Working her bum and thighs Holly gently sodomised herself on the hard object. Fingers still working her pussy, she frigged her clit, touch sliding over the stiff little bud, dipping between swollen wet labia.

Excitement building rocking hips added to the movement, stirring the stretched orifice along the length of the bottle as she rode it. Desire and need growing Holly moved faster. Reaching the end of the bottle, the wide base stretching her sphincter she surged back down on it, forcing it deeper. Over and over the sexy blonde bounced herself on the vodka bottle.

'Oh, god, that feels...oh god I love it,' she cried out into the dressing room. Glazed eyes moving to the mirror she watched herself bobbing up and down. First hand still stroking her dripping cunt, the other was on her chest, fingers crushing one of her huge boobs while the other bounced along with her movements.

Arousal peeking Holly crashed down too far. Mouth opening in shock the TV presenter realised she had taken the entire bottle into her bowels; the whole thing was deeply imbedded up her bum. Not realising her mistake she tried to push it back out, strong pelvic muscles contracting and relaxing. Although the neck peeked out the remainder refused to exit.

A look of exasperation on her flushed countenance Holly reached beneath her kneeling body and tried to grasp the neck. But it was slick, oh-so-slick, with the saliva she'd applied to it mixed with sweet smelling anal juices. Moving to her hands and knees the increasingly anxious star reached back, fingers scrabbling at the protruding neck. No matter how hard she tried Holly couldn't get a grip. Panic starting to set in, she arched her back, tried pushing it out again. Although stretching, shocks of sensation rippling from her anus, it refused to let go.

Oh, what now? Images of news articles ridiculing her before the British public flashed through Holly's mind. "Britain's favourite female TV presenter found with bottle jammed up her arse." "Genie ON a bottle." "Holly Wine-abooty." At least the door is locked...I think. Did I lock it? Yes...I think so. What am I going to do?

First thought coming to Holly was to call her best friend, Fearne Cotton. But she's not even in the country! My husband? No fucking way! Then she thought, Kelly Brook. Could I call Kelly Brook? She must still be nearby after the show. It would be embarrassing but Holly believed she could trust the busty brunette to keep quiet about her indiscretion.

With the bottle lost in her arse Holly was unable to get up from the floor. Crawling to her bag to retrieve her mobile she flicked through her contacts. Finding the number she desperately needed Holly dialled the number.

'Holly! Where are you? You're missing the after show party!' a warm voice filtered through the phone.

'Kelly...I...I need your help. Please?' Holly said, cheeks burning with embarrassment at her predicament.

'What is it, Holly? Are you okay? Do you need security or something?'

'No! No...I'm...I just need your help with...something.'

'Oh. Sure. Okay. What do you need?' Kelly asked, curious why Holly Willoughby would be asking for her help. They were friendly but not close friends.

'Er...could you, could you come to my dressing room?'

'Ok. I'll be there in a minute,' replied Kelly. Taking note of the code for the electronic lock to the dressing room, she ended the call and left the party.

Walking down the corridor, boobs jiggling under her dress, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Holly. Recording Celebrity Juice she'd noticed the sexy blonde was acting a little weird during the last game. In fact she was almost certain that Ms Willoughby had actually had an orgasm right there and then on the stage. It certainly looked like fun. But whatever this is, it can't be connected with that could it?

Punching the code into the lock, Kelly opened the door, stepped into the dressing room. Closing the door she turned and froze. In the middle of the space was Holly Willoughby, naked and on all fours. Back arched, bare arse pointing at her visitor. Sticking out of that wonderfully rounded bum poked the neck of a clear glass bottle. Over her shoulder, the This Morning presenter gave Kelly a pleading look, fair cheeks coloured with a blush of humiliation.

'Er, Kelly...I need...could you...' Holly trailed off, seeing the other woman's expression.

Hip cocked, arms crossed under her huge boobs and a smirk firmly planted on her face, Kelly Brook looked down at the compromising position of Holly Willoughby. I could help her...or I could have a little fun first.

'So this is how you relax after recording a show, is it Holly?' Kelly asked, her tone teasing. Holly didn't respond, her eyes still pleading.

Dropping her arms now, Kelly strode over to the blonde, eyes taking in the delectable curves on display, round buttocks, twitching anus, sexy legs, smooth skin, large boobs beneath and Holly's beautiful face looking up at her, begging.

Glancing to the nearby sofa the brunette spied a pair of red knickers. Something catching her attention she picked the underwear up. In stark contrast to the red silk, the gusset was a filthy white/yellow, heavily stained by copious amounts of girl cream.

'I knew it!' the busty model exclaimed, bright eyes wide with excitement. Lifting the dirty panties Kelly Brook sniffed them, took in the rich scent of Holly Willoughby's drying cum. 'You had an orgasm out there! In front of everyone! You dirty little slut,' she laughed. 'Hmm, it must have been a good one, these are still wet.'

Making sure the trapped woman could see, the visitor opened the underwear, exposing the sticky gusset. Running a finger across the wet panel she gathered a sample of the girl honey. Kelly smiled at Holly and displayed the slick capture on her finger before sliding it between her red-painted lips and sucked the cream from it.

'Ooh, that's nice, Holly. Very tasty.' Holly's eyes widened as she watched the other TV star stretch the gusset in her hands before licking it, taking a long savoury taste of the drying love juices. 'Luscious.'

Letting the silk drop back to the sofa she noticed something else. Picking up the love egg, instantly recognising what it was. Under her touch the surface was both sticky and slick. Taking a sniff confirmed why it felt like that.

'You utter slut, Holly!' Kelly grinned, holding up the toy. 'You had this inside you the entire time? My god, no wonder you came in your knickers so hard. This plus that vibrating board... How scandalous!'

Flipping the egg back to the sofa, the playful presenter squatted next to the upraised backside of Ms Willoughby. With her fingers she touched the tip of the imbedded bottle. Smirking as she watched Holly's expression change, Kelly moved it around, circling the woman's butthole. A whimper sounded from the blonde, the orifice twitching in response.

'Is this what you want my help with, dear Holly? Did you stick this nasty bottle up your bum and now you can't get it out? Hmm, I'd never had taken you for an anal girl as well.' When no response was forthcoming she moved the bottle faster, continuing to tease the highly sensitive ring.

'Yes. Please, Kelly. It got stuck and I can't get it out. Please help me!' Holly pleaded.

Tapping a finger against the tip of the bottle, knowing the vibration would transfer into the sexy blonde, Kelly said, 'I'll help you Holly...if you do something for me.'

Holly nodded her consent. With the humiliation of the circumstance, watching Kelly sampling her knickers and now tapping the bottle stuck in her bum, Holly's arousal had quickly built again. Judging by the look on the sexy brunette's face, whatever she wanted would be fun.

Kicking off her red heels and stepping in front of the other woman, Kelly Brook stood over her, wicked smile on her full lips, rich dark hair framing her face. Craning her neck, the naked Holly looked up at her, waiting. Running hands down toned thighs, the brunette slipped fingers under the hem of the figure-hugging white floral dress she swore. Tugging the tight garment up to her hips revealed a shaven pussy, unobstructed by underwear.

A very wet looking pussy, the compliant blonde thought.

Looking closely between Kelly's legs the view on offer was of smooth feminine flesh, a perfect slot. Red-painted fingers came down, moving either side as Ms Brook spread her hot sex open. Two velvety looking labia peeled open revealing the bright inner pink shining with arousal. Tangy musk began to fill the air, Holly's nostrils flaring as she sampled the fragrance.

'She's beautiful isn't she,' Kelly said noticing Holly's inspection.

Placing a hand on the blonde head, Kelly pulled her new lover closer, bringing her rounded face to her scented crotch. 'Eat me, Holly,' she said, voice turning husky.

Having already accepted this was going to happen, Britain's favourite ran her tongue up along the sweet slit in front of her. Under the swiping tongue she felt the soft lips and their smooth texture, heat coming from the sensuous female body and took her first taste of Kelly's quim. With a flick the tongue brushed over the stiff little bud at the top. A soft sigh sounded as the hand pulled Holly's head closer.

'Don't tease me, Holly. Suck my pussy,' Kelly demanded.

Eager now the woman on her hands and knees complied. Tongue sticking out, she lapped up and down, drawing in the flavour of the snatch, smelling its heavenly scent, feeling its warmth against her cheeks. Probing the tongue snaked between the velvety drapes, the tip circling the hole leading to Kelly's womanhood. With a moan coming from above, Holly pushed into the clutching pussy, felt its sleek grip encompassing her. Tingles jolted her taste buds as Kelly's flavour increased, washing the twisting twirling muscle with syrupy juices.

'Mm, that's nice. So nice,' murmured the model as she felt the wonderful intrusion of Holly's tongue delving between her legs, moving up and down her feminine walls before prodding and poking her insides. Both hands now on the blonde's head she pulled her closer still, hips rocking as she began to ride the woman's talented tongue, her beautiful grease-smeared face.

Loving how the situation had transformed, Willoughby licked and sucked the fragrant snatch. Tongue withdrawing from the hot hole, it circled and tickled the smooth labia before her mouth latched onto them, sucking each flap in turn. Whole head moving as she suckled the soaking slit, tongue gliding everywhere, she directed her nose, the tip clipping the stiff clit over and again, eliciting hot groans from Ms Brook.

'Oh! Suck it, Holly. I want you to suck my clit and make me cum!'

Full lips closing around the target Holly slowly drew them back, feeling the fleshy hood, the smoother harder clitoris peeking from it. Over and over the movement repeated giving the English rose a lesbian blowjob. Moans and sighs rewarded her as Kelly pressed her crotch forward, harder into her lover's face, hands still ringing the golden head.

'Oh, I'm going to...Cumming! Oh, Holly, yes,' Kelly suddenly gasped. Trapped between Holly's lips, her clit was being lashed by her tongue. Pleasure ripped through Kelly, her pelvis filling with heat and pleasure.

Sucking the other woman's cunt, girl cum flowed from it, the rich honey coating Holly's chin. Wanting to taste it she put her mouth over the quivering hole, lips touching labia, tongue delving back inside. French kissing the cumming cunt of Kelly Brook, Holly Willoughby slurped down her nectar. The warm girl butter filled her mouth, drenched her face.

Glazed eyes opening, they finally focused once more, this time on the bottle neck poking from Holly's peachy bum. Waggling like a tail, it moved with the blonde's motions as she ate pussy. Riding the diminishing waves of her climax, Kelly's thoughts turned to her own neglected bum hole. She won't be neglected much longer.

With a stuttering step the buxom dark-haired beauty moved back. Looking down on Holly, she smirked upon seeing her cum streaking the famous woman's features, cheeks and lips shinning with warm honey. That's fucking hot.

'Do you remember Holly when I once told a story on Celebrity Juice about a "friend" who had an orgasm every time a certain part of her back was massaged?'

'Yes, I do remember that. I was always curious about it,' Holly replied from the floor. As she spoke strings of Kelly's cum stretched between her lips, dripped from her chin.

'Confession time. That "friend" was actually me. And it wasn't my back exactly. You see...' Turning around Kelly showed off her curvy rear. Twin cheeks bisected by a deep and enticing crevice, Kelly Brook pushed her fantastic arse back, waggling it in Holly Willoughby's face. '...like you I'm a bit of an anal girl. My masseuse likes to massage me there. I just love my little bum hole being played with, being fucked,' she admitted over her shoulder. 'Can't say I've ever stuck a bottle up there though.'

Pulling her dress off to reveal a straining red bra the model got down on all fours, mirroring the pose of the naked blonde behind her. 'Eat my bum, Holly. I want your tongue up my arse,' she demanded, back arching, cheeks parting to show her little starfish.

Shuffling forward on her hands and knees, feeling the bottle neck poking out of her own backside, Holly Willoughby pressed her face between the buttocks of Kelly Brook. Tongue coated in saliva licking the sphincter, it twitched at her brushing strokes. I can't believe I'm doing this with Kelly, she thought. In opposition to the thoughts in her mind, Holly was diligently mouthing the woman's backdoor. Kelly wasn't lying about liking anal. Already the brunette's anal ring was relaxing, inviting the probing tongue to enter.

Holly obliged, snaking through the grip of Kelly's rear. Broadening and stiffening her tongue she fucked the other woman up the arse with it, pushing in and out. Then she rimmed her, licking around the crinkled fissures of the hole, exploring gently, gliding the agile tongue all around, over and through it.

Hearing sighs of satisfaction, Holly wanted more of her own pleasure. Spreading her knees a hand reached between sexy stoned legs. Fingers passing through a soft bush they passed over her clit. Thrust through the flaps of the sopping cunt they quickly picked up a rich coat of female butter. Deep inside the second love egg was still buzzing, its pulsing thrumming along her canal. Continuing to service Kelly Brook's rectal palace, Holly Willoughby frigged her own clit, greased touched flickering over the sweet spot.

This is so nasty. So depraved, the blonde thought but she didn't stop pleasuring herself or her partner.

Two women on their hands and knees, one in front of the other. A naked Holly Willoughby, the neck of a glass bottle protruding from the stretched ring of her anal orifice. Her beautiful face buried between the cheeks of Kelly Brook's upturned backside, tongue pushed deep into her rectum, twisting and turning, lapping and probing. Between her legs the blonde woman strokes her clit and thrusts fingers into a snatch dripping with girl nectar. In front is Ms Brook, clad only in a red bra, straps taught under the pressure of withholding the huge tits threatening to spill from the lacy cups. Both women fill the room with the sounds of sapphic pleasure; Kelly's whimpers, Holly's muffled moans. The air warmed by the heat of their bodies swaying sensually, rich with the scent of two creaming cunts.

In tandem both TV stars started to climax. As if they were one body their hips gyrated, pelvis's rocked. Beneath their hot bodies their tits jiggled, Holly's bare, Kelly's restrained. Bliss flowering within, both raised their heads, eyes closed and screeched as they came. Twin streams of womanly honey ran from the paired twats, dribbled down toned thighs to puddle on the dressing room floor. The air stank of their rich aroma, became sweltering as their bodies pumped, pleasure rolling through the women in ever cresting waves.

Pelvis alive with sensation, Holly felt the glass bottle thumping against her anus, rectal walls convulsing about the smooth hard object. But still it would not come free, happily embedded in her bowels.

Panting, Kelly crashed to the floor on her side, legs pulled up, dripping, and convulsing snatch peeking between. A slick of cum dribbled from it, adding to the mess coating the brunette's thighs. She seemed to coo with happiness, mind foggy with satisfaction.

Behind, Holly's shoulders dropped to the ground, bum raised higher into the air. Light glinted from the tip of the stuck bottle as the blonde gasped for air, face pressed to the floor, eyes closed as aftershocks of sexual release roved her body.

Having taken several moments to recover, Kelly climbed back to her knees, turning to look upon Holly. Once again she noticed the protruding bottle neck. Gaze blazing with heat she watched the glass twitching, knew the blonde's backdoor was causing the movement. She smirked as a new idea came to her. Just how much does Ms Willoughby love anal? I wonder...

Legs unsteady she crawled across the floor until she knelt behind her new playmate. Sticking a finger into the bottle she crooked it, wedging the digit. 'Ready to get let go of this bottle, Holly?' she asked. Eyes bright, still smirking she began to pull, felt the object shift. 'Push for me Holly.'

Raising herself back to all fours the This Morning presenter did as instructed. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, she felt her sphincter stretching once more. Holly would swear she could feel each crinkle of her bum hole fanning open. When she was forced to relax the straining muscle, Kelly kept her pressure up, still pulling on the vodka bottle.

For her part Kelly was both fascinated and extremely excited. Wrapped tightly around the girth of the bottle, Holly's anus was a stretched pink ring, extending out of position as it fought to retain its hold. Then the gasping blonde pushed again and with a sudden jerk the bottle passed through the dilating rosebud, half the glass came free.

Ceasing her tugging Kelly let the transparent bottle hang there, half in, half out of Willoughby's bum, like a short hard tail, bouncing in time with the woman's ragged breathing, her pounding heart. Now that's nasty. Through the glass she could see inside the backside of another woman, saw bright pink flesh tightly wrapped around it.

One final push and the smooth glass slid from Holly's rear, dropped to the floor with a dull thud. A sigh sounded from her open mouth, lips changing to a satisfied smile. Air circulating around her body she could feel the gape of her arsehole, knew it was larger than when she'd spied it in the mirror.

'Ooh,' Holly gasped at the touch of a finger.

Mesmerised by the beautiful open butthole before her, Kelly Brook couldn't resist touching it. One finger gently moved around the edge of the stretched opening, circling the inside of the rim. Expanded by its exercise and now fully relaxed it gave no resistance. Finger moving up and down, side to side, Kelly pulled it out of shape, delighted in toying with Holly's anal orifice.