Pauline Nottee - Action backstage

It seemed natural to hold the beautiful black girl tight and let her legs fall open as Jonie's warm, rounded knee slid up between her thighs and began to rub sensuously over the lips of her quickly-arousing cunt. Jonie's full black tits were flattened against her own and their bodies began to undulate together. Candy moaned as Jonie broke the long kiss.

"You're wrung out," Jonie said. "Why don't you take a long soak in the bathtub, and we can rap when you've got yourself together."

"Yes… that sounds good," Candy whispered. She could feel the sensual arousal slowly diminishing now in her body. It was something she'd never dreamed she could have-the desire to hold and kiss another woman, and she put it down to the terrible emotional stress she was under. "If you want anything to eat or drink…"

"No thanks," Jonie said. "But Rick kept me up all night with his moaning and groaning, and, if I could crash here for an hour or so."

"As far as I'm concerned, you can have the whole damned apartment for the next six months," Candy said. "The rent's paid, and somebody might as well use it."

She went into the bathroom and began running hot water. Jonie Karson quickly shed her few clothes and lay naked on the bed. It was working perfectly, just as Rick had predicted! And she, Jonie, had a sweet piece of the action.

He and the stud would lay a ration of shit on little Candy. And then Jonie would appear as if by magic with comfort and arousing lovemaking-who the hell did Rick think he was, saying he could eat this chick's pussy better that she could-and they'd bang the rich brunette sex goddess back and forth like a badminton bird until all the feathers flew out of her tail!

Only, careful-don't ramshackle the silly goose as long as she's laying golden eggs- Jonie cautioned herself.

Candy Mullender found the hot bath soothing. She was so grateful to the beautiful young black girl for coming by and being so understanding, willing to help her overcome her terrible mistake and get Rick back. In time she stepped from the tub, dried herself in a fluffy towel and, with it wrapped around her, went back to the bedroom. The hot bath had made Candy lethargic. She felt the urgent need for a catnap. In the doorway, she paused to gaze at Jonie's gracefully poised body. The black girl was truly beautiful. Candy wished she had such soft black tits, such a slender waist and richly swelling hips and rounded ass-cheeks. And her skin tone was so beautifully olive. Candy had never liked her own skin. It was too pale, and, no matter which lotions she used, she never seemed to tan just right. She wondered if Jonie would be interested in a job as a model. The agency had plenty who were dogs compared to her, and she would like to do something nice for Jonie.

"Ola!" Jonie murmured, rolling on her back. "Feeling better, Candy?"

"Much," Candy said. "But it almost put me to sleep. I could fall down right here."

"Then come to bed. We can rap and you can catch a nap."

That sounded logical. Candy lay on the bed, snuggling into the other girl's open arms, feeling her soft naked warmth.

"You're beautiful… really beautiful," Jonie whispered, her soft lips against Candy's ear, her tongue flickering around it even as her fingers moved to cup and squeeze Candy's right tit. "I'll love you to sleep, Candy."

The dark-haired movie star wanted to protest, but the hot bath had sapped her energy and slowed her ability to think clearly. She found herself sighing and moving restlessly as the soft warm mouth closed over her rising nipple and began to suck as the tip of Jonie's tongue lazily circled the aureole. Candy trembled at the oral contact, and then twitched as she felt skilled fingers sliding up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs to brush lightly over the still-damp curly hairs which fringed her cunt.

"Jonie!" she gasped softly as the girl's hand closed over her pussy mound and began a tantalizing circular movement. Against her will, her sensually awakening body began to respond to the expert manipulation, and she found her thighs relaxing, even as her pelvis began to undulate up and down in hunger. She looked down and saw the burning-hot tip of her tit being deliciously laved by the wet pink tip of Jonie's tongue. A finger deftly slipped inside her swelling cunt lips, dipping into her juices and Candy moaned, "I don't want to…"

"After what Rick did to you, you need some love," Jonie whispered. "Not a hard, hurting prick, but soft lips. When he told me how he hit you, I could have killed him!"

"O o o ooooohhh…" the bewitched young brunette groaned. She knew it was wrong, but was helpless. Jonie's touch… her soft fingers and even softer lips and tickling tongue were too much in her weakened emotional and physical condition. She managed to mumble a protest. "It's-lesbian-queer!"

"If it helps you through a tight spot, it's not," Jonie whispered. "You're still wound up. Your pussy's on fire., If you leave here, go out on the street; the way your head is right now, it won't be half an hour before some bar stud had you in a motel and is fucking you crazy. He'll probably smack you around and rip you off! I'll take care of you, Candy. Let off the pressure. Then you can go and tell them all to fuck off, and you may never see me again. But right now, I can be where it's all at for you."

"Oh my God…" the confused brunette mumbled. Somehow it made sense. She knew that, if she went out now, she'd be fair game for anybody. What Jonie proposed to do for her was a little unnatural, maybe, but Candy told herself it wasn't uncommon. In show biz she had many good friends who made no excuses for being bisexual, and they were the first to protest that they were not lesbians… it was just that one woman could give another certain things a man was not capable of because men were built different in mind and body.

"Yes," she sighed. "Jonie, love me."

Jonie Karson smiled to herself and began to expertly lick and kiss her way down the trembling belly of the dark-haired actress. Rick had promised this much for openers, the chance to eat Candy's sweet little pussy. Well, she'd give such beautiful head that Candy would never want Rick's tongue in her pussy again! It's so damn nice to be with a white chick like this, instead of some wild, untamable stud. They rammed their pricks into your cunt and asshole and mouth like you're just a hunk of meat for them to use. And to be with a beautiful girl like this is so far out.

Candy trembled uncontrollably as the black girl shifted to kneel between her widespread legs. She felt Jonie's hands cupping her quivering white ass-cheeks, spreading them open, and then the soft warmth of her breath over the wetly dilating lips of her pussy. She saw Jonie's lovely face dip and felt the first magic contact of mouth and tongue on her cuntal flesh. And then the glistening pink tongue-tip was searching, fluttering along the flowering slit of her pussy from side to side, dancing over her sensitively vibrating clitoris as Candy lost control and began to fuck furiously up, her hands clasping the mass of gleaming black curls to pull Jonie's head down tight into her already-steaming loins.

Jonie had been right-she was better at eating pussy than Rick! The flickings of her tongue were more delicate, faster, seemingly aimed perfectly at whatever raw nerve-end needed attention most at any second. Jonie's wetly heated mouth came down tight on her most sensitive flesh, sucking even as her tongue worked like a soft, liquid whip around the bud of her wildly aroused clitoris. And she felt an outstretched slender finger expertly sliding into her anus, rotating, but not hurting her as Rick's had. Candy groaned in mounting passion and let herself go, scissoring her long, slender legs around the burrowing face of the younger black girl, as Jonie kneaded and squeezed the smooth white half-moons of her ass-cheeks like foam rubber.