Shanda's soapy hands massaged Karen's generous jugs, and Karen felt her nipples rising. Then Karen's titties were pinched and rolled. Karen knew that it wasn't an accident, knew suddenly where this was all leading. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She felt her lust rise through her like a hot wave. She captured Shanda's wrists, and pressed the woman's hands down harder on her knockers.
Shanda smiled, and tormented Karen's tits with her strong fingers, and sharp nails. Karen wriggled in the water as the pain and pleasure all blended into a wonderful haze. Her thighs opened and hot water burned her aroused pussy.
Shanda slithered a soapy hand down Karen's torso to her twat. A soapy finger slid into Karen's grotto, and Karen's hips heaved upward. Rolling her head on the hard tub edge, Karen reached out blindly and curled her fingers around one of Shanda's hard, slender thighs. Moving her hand up, she felt her fingers slide into a mossy snatch, press against soft cunt lips.
Shanda slid her finger in and out of Karen's twat. Karen let her hips rise and fall, created reinforcing waves in the water. She was a totally sexual animal. It didn't matter any more what the source of the pleasure was. When Shanda's lips touched hers, it was Karen's mouth that opened first, Karen's tongue that probed first. Stroking Shanda's twat gently as her own was probed by Shanda's skillful finger, Karen let her lust boil upward.
Shanda stretched oat beside Karen, slid over her. The two women embraced face to face in the warm grasp of the water. Karen's thighs parted and Shanda eased one lean leg between them. Karen felt Shanda's wiry bush scrubbing her satin skin. Karen pressed her own twat against Shanda's bony hip. Breasts mashed against breasts, woman stomach rubbed against woman-stomach.
The kiss went on and on. Hands stroked and petted and aroused. Karen didn't break the kiss until she had to breathe. Then she turned her head, let Shanda nibble on her earlobe where it peeped from beneath the bathing cap.
"Lunch is here, Miss McAleer," someone called from the dressing room. Karen froze, felt her excitement turn to ice.
"Just leave it on the table," Shanda answered calmly, unruffled by the interruption. Her lips on Karen's ear quickly brought Karen's lust-level back up.
Karen squirmed a hand down between their warm bodies, and found Shanda's fuzzy nook. Karen's finger slithered into Shanda's slick twat. Karen pumped her digit slowly in and out of Shanda's slippery hole. Shanda's hips began a slow, languid fucking motion. Karen groped for the nubbin of the other woman's clit with her thumb, found it, and swirled the little button around until Shanda sank her teeth into Karen's neck.
For a long, stretching, agonizing, ecstatic moment, Karen and Shanda were locked in a tendon-straining orgasmic knot. Karen felt hot come on her finger, felt the knotting of Shanda's lean muscles, felt her own body tensing with a powerful coming.
Finally they relaxed into a warm, soft, soapy tangle. After they caught their breath, they quickly finished washing and climbed out of the tub. After being wrapped in a thick, warm towel, Karen carefully dried the other woman. On a crazy impulse, she took a comb and began combing Shanda's red muff.
"My turn," Shanda said at last, taking the comb from Karen. The slender woman knelt and began combing Karen's pussy hair. She patted the curls down, then combed them out again. Finally, with a soft cry, Shanda tossed the comb aside. She pulled on Karen's hips. Karen shuddered, and almost fell as she felt a hot tongue worm between her pussy lips and strike her clit.
Karen steadied herself, put her hands on Shanda's shoulders. Shanda's tongue struck deep into Karen's oozing gash, triggered a wave of juices when it rasped over Karen's clit. Then Shanda strained her tongue deep into Karen's cunt, scooped out wave after wave of the sweet flow her eating was triggering.
Moaning softly, Karen gripped Shanda's head, and pulled hard. In the mirror, Karen saw the mad scene: Shanda kneeling with her head between two sleek, round thighs. The sight of Shanda's graceful slim back, her tight hard bottom, and slender legs all helped raise Karen's lust even higher. She had never before thought of another woman erotically. But the sinuous tongue, the warm boobs pressing her legs, the hands that were clutching the backs of her thighs, all added to her searing pleasure.
"Awww, I'm going to come," Karen moaned.
"Yes," Shanda hissed through the mist of Karen's snatch. "Come, Karen, come. Come in my mouth."
The tongue speared into Karen's cunt again, slashed over her clit. Karen was engulfed in a fiery coming. Her legs shuddering, she jammed her pussy down on Shanda's sucking, eating mouth. She rubbed her twat on Shanda's face, not caring what she was doing to the woman's meticulously applied make-up, caring only for the searing, mind-blotting ecstasy of her own orgasm. Her titties began to shiver as her muscles went into exhausted convulsions. At last the pleasure faded. She slumped down weakly.
Shanda leaned back and sat on her heels. Her head tipped back. Her lipstick was a crimson smudge around her come-shiny mouth. Her teeth flashed through her parted lips as she breathed deeply. Come formed a sticky, shining film on her chin and cheeks. Her titties were a study in erect arousal.
Gathering herself together, Karen reached down to help Shanda up. Anus around each other, naked body against naked body, they went into the dressing room. Remaining naked, they sat down side by side on the couch. Karen carefully kept her mind a blank as she unwrapped her sandwich. Shanda handed her a glass of wine.
They ate quietly for a while. Then, suddenly, Shanda began to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Karen asked.
"I was just wondering what all those sweet, innocent housewives out there would say if they knew what went on behind the scenes on this show," Shanda answered, still giggling.
Karen sipped her wine, and set the glass down carefully. "I am, or was, one of those housewives. Remember?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you," Shanda apologized. "God knows, it's because of the fans that I have all of this." She waved vaguely at the luxurious dressing room.
"I think, probably, most fans suspect all isn't quite what it appears to be," Karen mused. "I mean, there are the sexy puns and everything. It's all very carefully calculated, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh," Shanda agreed.
"Like that little blonde that was on a couple of weeks ago. She was carefully picked, wasn't she? A sweet and innocent sexy type."
Shanda grimaced. "Sweet and innocent? After the director, called 'cut', she took on everyone on stage."
"Really?"
"Yep. Only, not all the cameramen had 'cunt'," Shanda added with a grim smile.
"My God, you mean it was on the air?" Karen asked.
"Christ no! But there is one hell of a reel of videotape around someplace," Shanda answered. "That little chick doesn't know it, but she is a star."
Karen thought of making it with the glassy eye of a TV camera focused on her, and shuddered with excitement. She thought of being spreadeagled on the wheel… thought of the lights flashing as she was fucked over and over… thought of millions of people watching. She shuddered, and shook the vision away. Her pussy had begun salivating, again.
Shanda, feeling the shudder, turned to Karen. "You okay?" she asked, concerned.
Instead of answering, Karen threw herself at the other woman. They fell back in a tangle of arms and legs and breasts and thighs. Karen's mouth found Shanda's, her tongue drilled deep into Shanda's mouth, tasted wine. Her hands captured Shanda's generous knockers, her fingers sank into the soft globes.
Shanda responded by sliding a hand up into Karen's snatch, and again drilling her fingers deep into Karen's cunt. Karen humped crazily against the pumping hand, and drove her thigh up against Shanda's crotch.