Jessica's clit pulsed, and her pussy ached with wanton desire. She climbed from the tub and began towelling herself down, she turn to look at her curvaceous form reflected in the steam covered mirror.

Jessica studied herself in the mirror what had come over her to make her act like such slut? She had played with herself plenty of times before, but never with such abandon and never with such force; she looked at her hand disbelievingly.

For a moment, Jessica stood motionless, deliberately admiring the harmonious balance of her well-formed, eye-pleasing body, and a tingle of self-appreciation fluttered through her belly. She did not feel that there was anything wrong in believing she had a great deal of physical beauty.

There had been plenty of men who had told her so. There was nothing wrong with being beautiful, she had told herself many times. She had always been delighted by her sensuality... her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded thighs. the resilient mounds of her firm, large up tilted breasts... and farther down, the equally tanned, equally sensuous ovals of her full buttocks.

She dropped her gaze to the stretch of golden bronze over her hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse black pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her cuntal mound and fleshy vaginal lips. She could feel again the tiny shivers of awakened sensual flutter over her. God, when was the last time she had finger-fucked herself? It must have been a long time ago, if she couldn't remember. And even though she had sexually released herself when necessary, she knew that nothing could really take the place of a man's hard cock sawing in and out of her... it had been so long... !

Jessica dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed. Letting her own hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in the mirror. It must be the atmosphere of this place, she said, smiling as she thought of the pleasures about to befall her.

Staring into the mirror, Jessica realised that it was impossible to deny herself any longer, and subconsciously she had thinking about this moment all day throughout the car journey. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes... she was going to make it delightfully beautiful for her own self.

She let her eyes rove over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, her breasts had always secretly intrigued her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling presence. She smoothed her hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel. Her view moved to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long dusky columns of her full, tanned thighs and shapely calves, but it was the well trimmed black triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze. Jessica sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit momentarily captivating her.

Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers inward toward the base of her passion-enticed belly to the sensitive mound of hair-curled pussy flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's momentary exposure captivating her. Oooohhh... she had to fingerfuck her cunt until she was cumming... she had to... it had been too long... ! but not here she had the entire lodge to herself. Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her... now!

BLINK... CLICK... WHRRRR...

And she quickly turned, running into the large modern kitchen she grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine rack and opened it. Hastily, she filled a glass and drank it down. She carried the bottle into the living room along with her glass and sat heavily on the large leather couch in the late evening twilight watching the sun drop behind the valley rim, drinking down the white liquid until the bottle was almost 3/4 gone. Enjoying the sensation of the cool evening breeze drying her toned body as it wafted through the open bay windows and the illicit feeling of lying on the large leather couch naked for all the world to see, but knowing she was alone in the valley.

Scarcely aware of her own actions, Jessica's hands moved to the heavy swelling of her full, well-rounded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke the hardening nipples automatically. A growing current of warmth ran through her veins as if her own touch made up for her missing fiancee's touch.

With breathtaking clarity, memories of how Michael had made love to her on the Dark Angel set one night after they had sneaked back after the rest of the crew and cast had left came back to her. She could almost feel the way his muscular body had enveloped her, feel his soft yet firm caressed and the hardness of his blood-filled penis as it inched upward into her eagerly willing pussy. Her eyes were closed now as she thought of all this.

Mindlessly, the sultry Latino young actress ran her hands over her nakedly quivering body, desperately trying to soothe her loneliness and assuage the aching emptiness she felt.

"Oh!" the sharp gasp could not be suppressed as Jessica felt a ripple of strong desire steal over her. She lay out on the living room couch, feeling her anguish building as her hands began to cup and caress her warmly tingling breasts. The young actress was painfully aware of the aching void down there between her legs.

Suddenly clamping her erotically trembling thighs together, Jessica struggled to suppress the insidious longing that crept throughout her loins, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse and strengthened it into a tightening knot of shameless arousal.

Tentatively, Jessica pinched the throbbing tips of her nipples and moaned as rippling sensations of warmth spread quickly from their sensitively hardening flesh. Lewd images kept coming to her mind, she pressed harder, seeking to release the passion that seethed unchecked within, but only making it erupt within her starved body. Jessica's finger stole gently into the pulsing folds of her moistly heated cunt, and for a split second, her middle finger brushed against the tiny nub of her clitoris, making her moan aloud from the sudden searing contact.

Breathing in ragged gasps, Jessica propelled her fingers into the famished centre of her cuntal mouth. The soft, vibrant feeling that came over her grew stronger as she lay there, naked in the evening twilight, her fingers groping in the warm folds of her seeping vagina. Of its own will her finger, the middle one, sought the hard tip of her clitoris and teased and tormented the little nerve ending into a vibrant imitation of an erection.

"MMmmmm... Ooooohh!" she sighed in bliss as the tips of her fingers grazed her hotly moistened vaginal inner lips and then dipped hesitantly down to the tight opening to her femininity. With agonising caution, the frustrated young actress guided her trembling digit toward the sensitive little orifice and then with bated breath felt it sink into the silken sheath of her own desire-filled vagina.

A jolt of pure unadulterated pleasure shot through her belly, and rays of pleasure emanated from that tender friction between her finger and the warm membrane of her wetly clasping pussy. Eagerly, she explored deeper inside her own womanhood, revelling now in the self-given delight. Jessica could feel her own fleshy vaginal walls as they closed in avidly around her penetrating finger, and suddenly it was clear that one finger was not enough!

It was a desperate need, and Jessica could not resist plunging one and then two more fingers into the moistly heated opening. Testing the pleasurable results, the beautiful T.V Starlet began to swirl and revolve all three fingers within the hungering depths of her wetly clasping cunt.

Jessica's other hand began to massage the up-thrust mounds of her breasts as bit by bit, her crazed lust took more and more control. In the darkness, Jessica could make out the dim furnishings of the living room, the bookshelves, the paintings, the tasteful sculptures upon the cabinet.

When her eyes had remained fixed on one particular sculpture, Art-Deco in style, roughly nine inches in height, She could just catch the gleam of gold on a black ebony base, as the setting sun caught the male figure holding his sword, standing in his place of honour and solitude, the Oscar, James had won for Titanic.

Jessica knew that it was what she had been looking for. Somewhere in her subconscious, the idea had formed. So masculine, its smooth shape was reminiscent of nothing so much as a male phallus, and a male penis was exactly what Jessica Alba wanted and had to have.

It did not matter at the moment that it was far from real, for even as the drunk young actress staggered up from the couch, she knew that it would feel better than her pitifully inadequate fingers in the tormented fire-pit of her shamelessly pulsing cunt. And the concept of fucking an Oscar, instead of been fucked for one, made the actress in her laugh out loud, her laughter filling the room with its bitter edge.

"AH!" Jessica grabbed at the object and felt an immediate surge of joy as the thickness of it made itself felt in her palm. She knew right away just how it would feel rising high inside her tormented vagina!

Kissing it passionately, then swirling her tongue around the golden head. It meant so much to her, giving her satisfaction, pleasure, revenge. She smiled wickedly as she rubbed its hardness into her aching tits. Then, holding it horizontal, pointing towards her, she pushed the statues head into her right nipple. Pushed with all her strength. The head slowly sank into her tit until the nipple was pressed out of sight into her firm right breast.

Pressing her new sex toy in and out against her nipple sent shock waves of pleasure to her heated brain. Then the wildly turned on actress placed its length into her cleavage. Pressing her tits around it. Holding her boobs squeezed together in the crook of her arm, she grasped the base with her free hand, pumping it up and down between her tits.

The rhythmic rubbing along the insides of both her breasts was like the massage she was giving herself earlier. But now it was her lover moving against her tits. It felt incredibly good, stimulating her sensitive breasts. Her nipples seemed to double in size! She bent at the neck to kiss lovingly the Oscar's head each time it bobbed towards her face.

Pushing slowly she opened her mouth to the maximum to get her lover's head inside. She smiled to herself as she imagining a groan coming from her miniature golden lover. Strolling back to the couch with the sculpture in her hand Already the contoured smooth glistening statue was touching the quivering surfaces of her outer cunt! Jessica manipulated the award skilfully, almost as though she had done it before But it was easy now to hold the thing by the base, and as she lay with her eagerly trembling thighs spread out wide to place the rounded tip of it at the wetly tingling opening of her pussy. Now all she had to do was push!

The lascivious image that she must present, lying there naked in the living room made Jessica falter for an instant. Then just as suddenly as it had come, the image went. Blind lust took control of the inebriated

actress, and taking hold of the base of the golden penis, she thrust it inward, forcing the tip-end of it between the gaping split of her sensitive vaginal lips. It rose upward, thick and full and hard within the tightly clasping channel of her cunt while Jessica began a muttered chant, her voice tense and feverish.

"Ooohhhhh... Aaaghhhhhh... yesssssss."

Jessica sobbed and grunted alternately as the penis-substitute filled her sensuously pulsating pussy and as she relentlessly forced the long, hard shape past her wetly quivering vaginal lips up into her belly.

"Oh, God!" she sighed finally in relief. It was embedded right up to the mouth of her womb. Automatically, her loins began an involuntary gyration against the lewd object with a growing assurance of what she was doing, Jessica began to slide the big phallus-shaped object of finely polished metal in and out of her gratefully accepting channel.