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Kendra flashed her beautiful hazel eyes at Original Cindy as she came back with the massage oil. She filled her hands with the glistening lotion. Cindy turned away from her, flattening her body to the table, and now that she’d made an open spread of her back, Kendra began massaging it. Coating her shoulders and back with the sweet-smelling oil. It was warm and felt good.

She worked her hands slowly down Cindy’s back, expertly kneading the tired muscles. With Kendra’s hands settling on her ass, Cindy had to let out a groan expressing the surge of enjoyment running through her. She didn’t need any lotion for her pussy. It was wet all on its own.

Max came in then. She saw Kendra, looking as adorably and somewhat sensually unkempt as ever, with her hair like she’d just been fucked and her loose geisha robe on over silk boxers and an old top she’d borrowed from Max and never given back.

Cindy was, well, naked. Not a stitch on as she laid on her belly, back and shoulders and upper arms gleaming like freshly dipped chocolate candy from the same lotion Kendra was currently applying to her waist and flanks.

Cindy’s ass didn’t look untouched. Even as Max watched, Kendra dug her fingers into it, molding the supple flesh in her hands to Cindy’s groaning delight. The black woman was clearly relieved by all this tender attention, and Max could only envy her.

Max momentarily thought about backing out of their shared apartment and going to pester Logan, but screw that. She wasn’t going to be chased out of her own home. If they wanted privacy, they could ask for it, not treat Max like a cat to be locked out when there was fun to be had.

“Hey guys. Laundry day again?” she asked, shit-eating grin in place as she doffed her jacket and went to check the fridge.

Usually she might be a bit more diplomatic, but she was in heat. She’d taken cortasentol to control her urges, but she still felt bitchy as hell, noticing with throbbing insistence whenever someone was the least bit sexual. So though she knew there was nothing wrong with… whatever Kendra and Cindy were doing, she was still fucking irritated they’d picked now to do it.

“Hey Max,” Kendra said, cheerful as always, which didn’t exactly go with where her hands were on Original Cindy’s naked body. “Cindy and I realized that, since we’re always broke, we could just trade favors with each other. So, I’m giving Cindy a sensual massage—”

“Doubt that’s the right word choice,” Max said, giving up on food in the fridge and going to check the pantry for cereal.

Kendra’s hands moved down Cindy’s legs, working the warm oil into her thighs and calves.

“Mmm,” Cindy said, feeling the warm glow spread through her as Kendra massaged it in until it was all over her, as deep in her as it was in her back. Her body was a cauldron of delight. She felt like she would never have to leave it.

“So what are you getting out of it, Kendra?” Max asked, settling down at the breakfast nook with a bowl of cereal, if no milk.

“Oh, I get to have sex with her,” Kendra answered breezily.

Cindy opened her legs for her. Kendra moved her hand against Cindy’s pussy, rubbing the luscious oil into her labia, between her buttocks.

Suddenly Max could barely control herself. She was burning up with desire. “You’re, uh… you are… you’re prostituting yourself?”

Cindy giggled. “There ain’t no money changing hands, Max. She’s just doing a favor for me and I’m doing a favor for her. Damn sight better than trying to find a decent lay outside this apartment.”

“Yeah,” Kendra tittered. “And I get to keep my masseuse skills up to snuff. In fact—” She stopped massaging Cindy, emphasizing the point by putting a little smack on Cindy’s ass. “I think that’s one top-grade massage you’ve received. Your turn. Pay up.”

Cindy lifted herself up from the table, supporting her raised upper body on her arms. She and Kendra were eye to eye. Kendra put her arms around Cindy. Cindy put her arms around Kendra.

Max’s eyes bulged. Her groin felt like it was too, swelling until her tight leather pants were way too tight. Her roommates kissed. Just like Cindy with a girl, or Kendra with a man, they pressed their mouths into each other, their tongues out, their breasts crushing together.

Max saw Cindy slip her hand into Kendra’s top. It was thrilling. She’d almost rather watch the two of them than take either’s place.

They kissed and fondled each other for several long moments before moving on. Kendra shucked off her robe. She pulled Max’s top up over her head. And Cindy turned to give Max a look.

“You really ought to owe us favors for getting to see this,” she said. Max’s view was of Kendra’s disrobing body right behind Cindy’s already naked one. “But I suppose we can give you one show on the house. Just so you know we’re as hot together as you think we are. But after this, you’re going to have to get us back.”

Max nodded absently. All she could really do was stare. Kendra had bigger breasts. Cindy’s were just small swellings on her lissome frame. But the sight of them still had a powerful effect on Max. She thought of how delicious it felt when her own breasts were felt, sucked, bitten. Then she thought of all the luscious sensations that could go through a woman, two women, when they were playing with each other the way Cindy and Kendra were. It suddenly seemed like so much more feeling than anything she’d ever managed to receive.

They kissed again. And without any clothing in the way, they reached for each other’s breasts. Max saw how Kendra ran her hand over Cindy’s petite breasts. Then Kendra pushed Cindy down on the table. She bent over her, lowering her face to Cindy’s chest.

“Thanks for giving me such a great massage,” Cindy breathed as Kendra suckled at her breast. “You can fuck Original Cindy as much as you want for a massage like that…”

The sight of a woman who knew exactly how she liked to have her breast played with, now playing with another woman’s breast, was a revelation to Max. She’d never dreamed she’d see such a thing outside of some porno tape, but this was real, actually felt, not faked. It was like she was a scientist who had stumbled onto some groundbreaking discovery. And she was more full of lust than she’d ever been before.

Cindy helped Kendra lower her pants. Kendra was now completely nude in front of the lesbian—not that she was looking very heterosexual herself at the moment. Hell, if Max hadn’t walked in on Kendra with four or so boyfriends over the years, she wouldn’t even buy the blonde was heterosexual.

Cindy bore Kendra to the ground, ending up between her legs. She put her hands under Kendra’s knees, lifting them up and separating them. From where she sat, motionless, Max couldn’t quite see between Kendra’s legs.

Sure, she knew that being eaten out was about the most lesbian sex act there was, but the thought that Kendra would let another woman do that to her was… well, it had been a long time since Max had found a man who would go down on her. She knew how much you got to craving it—especially now.

When Cindy put her face into Kendra’s lap, Max turned green with envy.

“Ohhhhh!” Kendra moaned, clearly considering the massage a small price to pay for the enjoyment she was getting now.

Cindy had her face wedged right between Kendra’s thighs. Max couldn’t see how closely, but there was no mistaking how ardently Cindy wanted the other woman, how she wouldn’t settle for anything less than to have all of Kendra up against her.

Max watched how Cindy’s head bobbed slowly as she covered Kendra’s womanhood with hot licks. She tried to imagine her own face against a woman’s cunt. She knew how her own felt and smelled, but she couldn’t imagine the taste, the feel of it. She was beginning to think she should know those things.

One thing was clear: Kendra enjoyed what Cindy was doing. Max had heard Kendra’s vocalizations coming out of her bedroom after a hot date. But those were nothing compared to this.

“OOOOOO!” Kendra cried out with lust.

And Max could see, see an unimaginable passion that couldn’t be expressed with any word, that arched Kendra’s back and lifted her legs and made her fold herself until her knees rested against her breasts. Her head was thrown back, sweeping from side to side as if to escape all the sensation that had to fit in her unprepared skull.

Max reached into her pants. And without taking her eyes away from the naked women and their mutual joy—Cindy to be eating out a girl, Kendra to be serviced—she cupped her naked sex. When she grabbed it, her body shook. Max’s excitement had only been waiting for one lit match to burst into flame.

Cindy’s head continued to nod, but also started moving in circles. Then back and forth. Max realized that she was fucking Kendra with her tongue.

She moaned aloud, but thankfully Kendra and even Cindy were being too loud for anyone but her to notice. Yes, Cindy might’ve had her tongue in Kendra’s sex, but she was still making gluttonous noises of hunger and satiation. It was obscenely obvious how much she enjoyed the taste she was getting at Kendra’s core.

As well, Cindy looked up over Kendra’s undulating belly, abs swimming in and out of view with her flexing body. Max saw her eyebrows lift and her eyes flash. She was delighting in the view as much as anything else. Max could only imagine how wonderful Kendra looked up close, pleasure written all over her face, her moans wrapping all around Cindy like a hot bath.

“OHHHHHH God!” Kendra gasped out, her voice fluttering between screams and exhausted sighs. “I’m commmming! AHHHH!”

Cindy kept her face deep in Kendra’s lap, even with the blonde writhing all over. She held on to Kendra’s thighs and tried to match the blonde, delight for delight.

“Shit, shit!” Kendra cried, and pushed Cindy’s head away from her visibly throbbing womanhood—clearly unable to take anymore.

Cindy lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Kendra stayed on her back, chest heaving. Her loud breathing was a thrill to hear.