What Some People Will Do - Chapters 31-32 

Part 10

Chapter 31

Wynona's first session in front of the camera had been devised by 
Brenda as a way to slowly break her in and get her used to working 
with the crew and being partially and fully undressed in front of the 
camera.

With the relative success of the first two episodes of What Some 
People Will Do, and their anticipation of taking the show up a notch 
or two, Channel 69 Studios had recently made rent on a couple of 
properties which could be used to build new sets or as "safe houses" 
where Brenda and Wynona could meet, work and play to minimize the 
danger of any of the show's fans tracking down their real home 
addresses.  The regular change of scenery would keep the show fresh 
and keep the audience guessing.

On Wynona's first day on the job, they made use of one such property.  
It was a well kept little house on a half acre of land and was 
commonly rented out to adult film companies for their work.  The 
property was surrounded by high stone walls and numerous tall, narrow 
pine trees.  Despite its relatively small size, the house itself 
appeared to be a high class location.  A cobblestone circular drive 
way wound around past the front door which had a four paned diamond 
shaped window with brass trim.  The house had two stories and all of 
the top story windows opened outward from both sides.

On the inside, the house was all white walls and heavy duty 
carpeting; since it was more a work place than a living space comfort 
was not paramount.  There were few furnishings, but what was there 
was all solid wood, polished and visibly clean.

"Most of our filming today will be outdoors," Brenda told the film 
crew of Ivan and Rajiv.  "But before we do, I think we ought to get 
some footage in the bedrooms as we get dressed to go out and lay by 
the pool."

Rajiv and Ivan spent several minutes finding good locations within 
the house and began setting up lights and cameras.  Thomas had 
brought along a small suit case filled with clothes which he would 
not let either of the women see.  He kept them out of the upstairs 
while he laid out the clothes he wanted each of them to start off 
wearing in each of the bedrooms.  Meanwhile Brenda and Wynona chatted 
about what kinds of things they would be doing and about Wynona's 
nervousness at getting in front of the camera for the first time.

"Technically you appeared on my show already when we first met," 
Brenda said.

"True," Wynona replied slowly, "but I was fully dressed and had no 
idea what was going on other than you were naked from the waist down.  
You know, I ought to talk to Arnold about getting paid for that 
appearance now that I'm officially on the show."

When Thomas came down the white with brown carpet staircase and 
announced that all was set, the two women rose and began their 
ascent.

"Remember ladies, Brenda's room is the first one on the left and 
Wynona's is at the far end of the hall.  Both Ivan and Rajiv are in 
position with cameras.  Wynona, don't be bashful.  Ivan will take 
care of you and try to make sure you're comfortable with the shots."

"He is really very good," Brenda added.  "He's been nothing but a 
gentleman with me."

"Thank you.  I need the morale support," Wynona said, gripping 
Brenda's hand as they climbed the stairs side by side.

Brenda waited outside her bedroom/dressing room door until she saw 
Wynona open her door farther down the hall.  This would be the first 
time they would see their outfits for the afternoon.  Brenda took a 
deep breath and turned the knob.

Rajiv Patel greeted her with a wordless wave from across the room 
where he stood behind a mounted video camera.  She stopped and waved 
to the camera and smiled.  She used her most chipper tone as she 
said, "Hi there!  Today is going to be a very special day.  I have a 
new friend and she's agreed to appear on camera with me for some fun 
in the sun and around the house.  I know you'll enjoy watching the 
two us... bleah!  Can we start over?"

"Yeah yeah.  We can splice it all together in editing.  Just start 
again."

"Hi.  I'm Brenda and today is going to be a very special day.  I have 
a new friend and she agreed to appear on camera with me while we do 
fun things in the sun and around the house.  I know you'll enjoy 
watching the two of us play and work up a sweat.  But right now I 
have to get dressed to go out to the pool.  Want to watch?"

"Hell yeah I do," Rajiv thought to himself.

Most of the rest of Brenda's bedroom shoot went without a word spoken 
as she turned away from the camera, facing the now closed bedroom 
door, and began to undress.  She started by removing her tee shirt.  
Turning just slightly to the right, she tossed it onto an arm chair 
in the corner.  Then she unbuttoned her blue jean shorts and slid 
them down to her knees.  With her ass sticking out, clad in simple 
pink panties and her hands on her knees, Brenda looked back over her 
shoulder at the camera.  She made a biting motion with her mouth and 
shook her tush.  She stood and pulled down her panties also to her 
knees, then bent and pulled both items down to her ankles.  Standing 
and stepping out of them, she turned to face the camera with one arm 
crossed over both of her magnificent, proud C cup breasts.  Her 
neatly trimmed brown bush was on display between her just slightly 
parted thighs.

"Let's see what I have to wear," she announced and finally looked at 
the items of clothing laid out on the bed.

What she found was a white mesh halter top with elbow length sleeves 
and a pair of white bikini panties with straps designed to be worn up 
over the curve of her hips and just enough material in front and back 
to make her legally dressed for public appearances.  Likewise she 
found a pair of very high, white wedge sandals with clear plastic 
straps to go over the tops of her feet.

She picked up the bikini bottoms and knelt, still facing the camera, 
to slip them on.  For a brief moment her heavy hanging tits were on 
full display but then her hair decided to fall forward over her 
shoulders and obscured most of the view.  By the time she stood to 
pull the straps of the panties up and over her shapely hips, her 
brown tresses lay over her breasts like a strapless bra.

She left it like that while she sat on the edge of the bed and 
slipped first her left foot and then her right into the sandals.  The 
so-called shoes were designed in such a way that her toes would be a 
good two inches off the ground and her heels another two inches up 
from that.  She was not particularly fond of such shoes, other than 
the fact they made her look taller, but she would not be wearing them 
for long so it didn't really matter.

She stood on slightly uncertain, wobbly legs and clomped around to 
face the camera again.  Sweeping her hair back and over both 
shoulders, she exposed her breasts once more.  She lifted the white 
mesh top and tried to figure out which was the front and which the 
back.  It didn't seem to matter as there was no tag and no obvious 
difference from one side to the next.  Lifting her arms high over her 
head, she let the small garment fall past her wrists until the length 
of the sleeves made it impossible for her to get in any further 
without actively pulling it down.  This she did, leaving her hands 
raised over her head for as long as possible.  Once the top was 
pulled down over her head, she went about adjusting it to fit snugly 
over her breasts and found that it fit rather like a glove.  It had 
apparently been made to order to fit her figure perfectly.  She 
noted, as did Rajiv as he zoomed in with the camera, that the white, 
holey material allowed the dark pink of her areolae and nipples to 
show through pretty clearly.

She turned a slow pirouette for the camera, showing off all of her 
fit curves, and stepped toward the door to go see how Wynona was 
coming along.

In her own dressing room, Wynona had to be walked through the process 
of undressing.  Her hands trembled slightly and she would not make 
eye contact with the camera nor the camera operator.  At one point 
she stood in just her bra and panties, arms crossed over her belly, 
and did nothing for many seconds.  Ivan had to give her some 
comforting words and compliments on how nice she looked and how 
Brenda had started out the same way (which was a bit of a lie, but 
one he felt Wynona needed to hear to get over her obvious stage 
fright).

"It's okay, take your time.  We can edit all this in the studio.  
Just pretend the camera isn't here."

Eventually Wynona stood completely bare for the camera but she 
quickly rummaged through the clothing laid out for her to wear and 
began to put it on with some haste and without facing the camera.  
After a while she stood wearing a black one-piece bathing suit with a 
large open area from just below her breasts to just above her pubic 
mound.  The opening stopped at her right side but on the left it 
continued around to a point almost in the middle of her back.  Her 
mound and her ass were both fully covered, as were her breasts, but 
the thing had no straps and was pretty much skin tight.

She also had a pair of flat beach sandals and a short white towel 
with Ivan suggested she could drape over her shoulders until they got 
outdoors.

Opening her door, Wynona saw Brenda standing in the hall with her 
hands on her hips.  Wynona let out a long, low whistle at how 
stunning her friend was.

"Hm, white versus black," Brenda snickered.  "I see a showdown 
coming.  You look great, Wynona.  Very sexy."

"Thanks," the younger woman said, blushing and turning her head away 
for a moment.  "You look incredible."

Rajiv made his way down the stairs ahead of the women with his camera 
still on its tripod mount then turned to aim it up at them as they 
descended.  Ivan followed with his camera removed from its mount and 
carried over his shoulder.  He tried to keep it focused on their firm 
butts as they walked.

Thomas made an approving hum as both women came to stand in the 
hallway at the foot of the stairs.  "Fantastic.  Just fantastic.  You 
both look great.  Wynona, are you doing alright?"

"She'll be fine," Brenda said, putting an arm around Wynona's 
shoulders.  "I'll show her the ropes and I promise to be gentle... at 
first."  She grinned and winked at Wynona.

"Well, Brenda wrote up the script for today's shoot and we're going 
to follow it to the letter with just a few small tweaks.  First, 
while you're sunbathing every fifteen minutes you have to turn over.  
Second, I will occasionally make an announcement from off camera 
using suggestions we've put into this baseball cap."  He held up the 
cap full of small, half folded slips of white paper looking like 
fortunes from Chinese fortune cookies.  "When an announcement is 
made, Brenda you must do whatever it says.  Wynona, since this is 
your first time on camera with us, you can choose to do or not do any 
of them.  Third, and this is also for Brenda but Wynona you're free 
to do these if you wish, every time you hear a car horn you are to 
bare one breast and rub your pussy through your bikini, if you're 
wearing it at the time."

"We're ready," Brenda announced.  Thomas glanced at Rajiv who had 
setup his tripod near the end of the small lima bean shaped swimming 
pool in the expansive back yard.  Rajiv gave him a thumbs-up to 
indicate he too was ready.

Brenda and Wynona clicked and clacked on the concrete patio out to 
two deck chairs next to the pool.  Both slipped their feet out of 
their sandals before sitting and then lying back in their chairs.

"Oh, and did I mention about the pool boy?" Thomas asked out loud.  
Both women's heads rose and turned to face him.  "We've hired a pool 
boy to clean the pool while you lie out.  When he's done, you can go 
swimming."

On cue, a man came from around the side of the house carrying a hoop 
net on a long pole and a chlorine floater to place in the water.

"Ladies, this is Joe.  Joe, meet Brenda and Wynona.  As we discussed, 
feel free to look but don't touch unless one of the ladies asks you 
to touch them.

Joe appeared to be somewhere between twenty-five and thirty, tall and 
slender with a light brownish-red complexion, short black hair and a 
black, well kept mustache.  He wore a light blue tee shirt, knee 
length, baggy white shorts and beach sandals.

"Hola ladies," he said.  "I'm here to give you a good cleaning."  He 
reached out to shake Brenda's hand.

"Not yet," she said, intending to refer to the rule that he not touch 
them unless they asked him to.

Thomas immediately drew a slip of paper from the baseball cap.  
"Brenda, you first task is to rub suntan oil on yourself.  I have a 
bottle here."  He held it out for her.  Brenda shrugged, stood and 
padded over the concrete toward him.  She took the bottle, popped up 
the top and began to squirt the oil onto one hand.  She rubbed first 
down the front of one arm then up the backside.  She squirted out 
more oil and rubbed it over her belly.  Switching hands she then 
rubbed oil up and down her other arm.

"Go on back to your chaise lounge to do your legs."

Brenda nodded and padded back to her chair.  Lying back, she squirted 
more suntan oil into one hand, set the bottom down beside her and 
raised her left leg.  She rubbed oil into both her palms then began 
running it all up and down her smooth leg.  Lifting her right leg 
next, she repeated the process.

"Excellent," Thomas announced.  "Now go ahead and just lie out for 
about twelve more minutes until it's time to turn over."

After about seven minutes a car horn was heard from somewhere down 
the block.  "You know what that means Brenda," Thomas called from his 
seat at a round table under the canopy of the patio.

With Joe or Jose or whatever his name was eying her, Brenda placed 
one hand over her crotch and began rubbing in small circles.  The 
other hand went to her mesh top and pulled up on one side.  Both 
breasts bounced out of the skin tight material.

"Oops!" she cried, taking the top in both hands and pulling it down 
to again cover both breasts.  Thankfully for her, Thomas hadn't said 
there was a minimum time to keep her breasts exposed.

Joe spent the next five minutes before Thomas told the women to turn 
over absentmindedly moving his net in the pool water and watching 
Brenda.  He stayed very near to her the whole time.

"Fifteen minutes is up.  Ladies, please turn over."

The next fifteen minutes were spent quietly and Brenda kept her eyes 
closed.  She imagined Joe continuing to look at her and she was 
pretty sure he was, but she intentionally kept her eyes shut to avoid 
spoiling the fantasy.

"Please turn back over," Thomas said, now sipping a canned lemonade 
he'd gotten from the refrigerator inside.  Brenda, it's time for 
another task."  He pulled another random slip of paper from the cap.  
"This one says get up and jog in place for at least one full minute."

"Wynona," Brenda called, "would you mind doing this one with me?"

"Not at all," her co-star said, rising to her feet.  The concrete was 
getting warm fast in the early afternoon sun and both women had to 
dance around a little to keep from burning their feet.  They took up 
positions a few feet apart and well away from the edge of the pool.  
Thomas looked at his wristwatch and told them when to begin jogging.  
Brenda more or less faced Rajiv's camera at the end of the pool as 
she jogged while Wynona started off facing that way but turned in a 
circle to break up some of the monotony of just jogging in place.  As 
she turned, she saw Brenda's heavy breasts jiggling quite freely in 
her tight-fitting but very short top.  The material was beginning to 
ride up and expose the bottoms of her breasts.

"Maybe we should run in place," Wynona suggested, breaking into a 
comically fast pace of lifting and lowering her legs.  Brenda did 
likewise and seconds later paid the price as the sudden, fierce 
motion sent one breast bouncing free of its mesh restraint.  She 
immediately slowed her pace but left her tit hanging out and smiled 
at Wynona.

"See, it isn't so bad," she said to her still camera-shy friend.

"And that is one minute now," Thomas announced.  The women stopped 
jogging and Brenda pushed her boob back into her top before turning 
to walk back to her deck chair.  Just before her butt hit the slatted 
chair, Thomas suggested she should put some suntan oil on Wynona.  
Brenda complied, going over and sitting sideways behind her friend.  
She squirted the oil directly onto Wynona's milky white shoulders and 
began to rub it in slowly and sensually.  She massaged her neck, 
shoulders and shoulder blades.  Then she applied more oil to Wynona's 
arms and began sliding her own hands up and down the smooth flesh.

"And her legs," Thomas added while Ivan brought his shoulder mounted 
camera in for a closer look.

Brenda rose and let Wynona lie back, then knelt on the concrete 
beside her.  She squirted a line of oil down the fronts of both of 
Wynona's legs and licked her own lips.  She made sure that Ivan had a 
good, clear shot as she used both hands to rub the oil over and 
around Wynona's right thigh, then moved down to rub it into her calf 
and shin.  She also took Wynona's smallish foot in both hands and 
rubbed oil all over.  She then moved back up to her left thigh and 
started over, rubbing all around the thigh before moving down to her 
shin and around the back to her calf.  Finally she oiled up Wynona's 
left foot.

"What about my belly?" Wynona asked.

"Ooh!" Brenda squealed and sprayed a huge glob of oil onto Wynona's 
exposed abdomen.  She worked the oil in all around the exposed parts 
and pushed her fingertips up under the one piece bathing suit until 
her first knuckles of each finger disappeared from sight.

Joe had made his way closer to the action and was still mindlessly 
waving the net through the water as he watched the hot girl-girl 
action.  But it was over too soon and Brenda returned to her own 
chair.

When the fifteen minutes was up, Thomas told the women to turn over 
onto their stomachs but also drew a paper from the hat and advised 
Brenda to remove her top and let someone (of her choosing) apply 
suntan oil to her back and shoulders.

"Joe, would you be a dear and do me?" she said without thinking.  As 
soon as she realized what she had just said, she clapped a hand over 
her mouth.  Wynona was staring at her wide-eyed and mouth agape.  
"That's NOT what I meant!" Brenda wailed.  "I meant rub oil on me."

"Sure thing miss," Joe said, dropping his net by the side of the 
pool.

"But since I'm about to take off my top, you have to do the same."

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Joe was yanking his 
tee shirt off over his head.  "Now you," he said breathlessly.

"Mm, nice," Brenda commented, noting the young latino man's trim 
physique.  Reaching up she placed both her palms against his smooth, 
toned chest.  She rose and as she did rubbed up and over his 
shoulders, then down his arms, around and back up again to his 
shoulders.  "You have to promise not to be a naughty boy while you're 
rubbing me with suntan oil," she said.  She turned away from him and 
away from Rajiv's mounted camera.  She kept her arms close to her 
chest as she wriggled and worked her way out of her top while leaving 
it still hanging over her shoulders.

Ivan moved in to get a shot of Brenda from the front and she let him.  
He zoomed out to get both her and Joe in the frame and to show his 
eyes tracing every curve of her body as she raised her arms as if 
stretching and yawning to pull the mesh top over her head.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Joe reached up with lighting reflexes 
and cupped both of Brenda's breasts.  He jiggled them and felt their 
weight.

Brenda slapped his hands away.  "No.  I said don't be naughty.  If 
you play nice   You have to play nice and maybe I'll give you 
something more later."  She knelt onto her chaise lounge and 
stretched out with her breasts flattened beneath her and her head 
resting on her arms.

Joe took the bottle of suntan oil and popped open the cap.  He 
squirted a generous amount onto Brenda's hot back and knelt beside 
her.  He began at her shoulder blades, massaging and spreading the 
oil out to her shoulders, then down her arms.  Returning to her 
shoulder blades, he rubbed down the small of her back around her 
sides.  He continued rubbing vigorously as he slid his hands upward.  
Upon reaching the sides of her breasts, he pushed his hands down and 
toward each other, taking her tits firmly in both hands again.

"Yes okay," Brenda said with a shudder in her voice, "you can rub oil 
on my chest.  Help me to roll over."

He did and stared down at her gorgeous tits.  He squirted suntan oil 
in two circles over her mounds and in a line down between them to her 
navel.  He began working this time at her belly, moving up until his 
spread thumb and forefinger of each hand was encircling the underside 
of her heavy breasts.  Then he pushed straight up and over and began 
to more gently rub oil into them.

"Wynona, if you'd like Joe to cover you in oil, just say so," Thomas 
suggested.

"He does a really good job," Brenda told her friend who had yet to 
bare any more skin than her swimsuit already revealed.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Wynona said, figuring she'd have to earn her 
pay sooner or later.  She reached up and flipped the support cups of 
her swimsuit down to reveal her pert B cups.  Having so little 
material covering her midsection, the suit easily fell to her waist.

Joe gave Brenda's body one last lustful look before doubling his luck 
with the lighter skinned, purple haired cutie lying a few feet away.

He began with her shoulders and moved slowly down her arms, taking in 
the sight of her bare chest and slender, young body.  He applied a 
dollop of oil into one palm and began to very lightly rub in circles 
over first one of her breasts and then the other.  He noted how her 
nipples grew hard and pointy against his palm.

"Alright now, Joe we're paying you to clean the pool.  Play time is 
over," Thomas announced after he'd been feeling up Wynona for a 
couple of minutes.

"Aww!" both women cried and then giggled at each other.

Joe reluctantly rose and returned to cleaning the pool, but as both 
women had failed to replace their tops, he made sure to always be in 
the line of sight of their glistening chests under the beating rays 
of the sun.

After several minutes, Thomas called Joe aside and talked with him 
inside the house.  When Thomas returned, alone, he told the ladies it 
was time to move on to the next activity.

"Which is...?" Brenda queried.

"I think it's a very nice day to go skinny dipping, don't you 
agree?" he said with a smile.


Chapter 32

The crew filmed Brenda and Wynona playing naked in the pool for about 
fifteen minutes but aside from the occasional shot of an ass or 
breast rising above the water, there turned out to not be as much to 
film as they'd hoped unless they tried to push too quickly for Wynona 
to involve herself sexually with Brenda.  "We should invest in an 
underwater camera," Ivan mused at one point.

So they moved the show indoors on Thomas' recommendation that they 
could do a fair bit with the two of them showering.  But first he had 
Wynona take the small towel she'd been given when she got dressed and 
give Brenda a thorough rub-down to get her more or less dry.  The 
crew circled like sharks filmed that from every angle.  Then Brenda 
did the same for Wynona, though by now the towel was too wet to do 
much good.

"Maybe I should just blow on you," Brenda laughed.  She leaned in 
close to one of Wynona's bare breasts, opened her mouth wide and 
began blowing warm breaths over her nipple.

"Ooh, I can think of something better than that," Wynona joked.

"Something like this?" Brenda asked just before sealing her lips 
around Wynona's nipple.

"Oh now THIS is hot!" Ivan shouted.

Brenda watched the camera for a moment and then she pulled slowly 
away from Wynona's breast, extending her tongue to flick it once 
before completely breaking contact.

"We can do more of that in the shower," she said with a wink to 
Wynona.

Into the house and up the stairs they went.  Thomas led them into a 
bathroom at the corner of the house.  One reason it was such a 
popular location for shooting porn videos was the size and shape of 
the bathroom.  It was nearly as large as a bedroom with a wide bath 
tub in one corner that had platform steps down on the two open sides.  
In the far corner, the corner of the house, was a large open shower 
area with a push-out window at about shoulder level and no shower 
door.  The whole shower was sunk slightly into the floor to prevent 
water from running out into the rest of the room.  The window, of 
course, was wide open for the shoot.  Rajiv, the lighting man, said 
it was for back lighting since he couldn't setup additional lights 
within the stall.

"And it just happens to let anyone outside, say in a neighboring 
house, see us in here," Brenda retorted.

"Well, that is the idea of this whole show," Thomas grinned.

Brenda placed the back of one hand to her forehead and, still stark 
naked, struck a pose like an old-time Hollywood dramatic actress 
about to faint or throw a tantrum.

"Now what you do in the shower is completely up to you two," Thomas 
said.  "But whatever it is, this will be the deal maker or deal 
breaker for this whole episode, so make it good."

Brenda turned on the water and noted the shower head was mounted 
overhead as a very wide kind of plate with holes all over its under 
side.  The water ran like a gentle, steady rain.  But it was too cold 
and both girls jumped and jiggled and danced out of the way of the 
stream.  Brenda bent to adjust the flow and soon the water was too 
hot.  Both women pressed themselves against the light yellow and pink 
colored tile walls.  After several tries, the water came to a 
temperature they could enjoy.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Thomas Hardcastle said with a wry grin.  "I 
invited Joe up to watch us film this scene."

Both women turned and looked with wide eyes at their producer.

"He'll be here only as an observer, nothing more."

This calmed the women somewhat but they still looked at Thomas with 
uncertainty.

As Joe and the TV crew watched, Wynona washed Brenda's hair.  Rinsing 
out her long, brown locks left a lot of suds over her body.  She 
turned slowly under the shower head to let it all run down her belly 
and legs and into the drain.  Then Brenda washed Wynona's hair.

"You know," she said, "for a time I almost thought this purple was a 
wig or something, but yeah, it's definitely your real hair."

"Disappointed?"

"Not in the least.  I think it looks good on you.  Okay, go ahead and 
rinse."

Wynona now turned slowly under the water.  When she had completed a 
circle, Brenda said, "Now when you washed my hair, you missed a 
spot."

"Did I?  Where?"  Wynona was looking all around at Brenda's head, as 
if she could see the spot she missed now that all the shampoo was 
already washed off.

Brenda took one of Wynona's hands in hers and lowered it to her furry 
brown pussy.

"Ohhh," Wynona said in sudden understanding.  She took back the 
bottle of shampoo and shook out a dime size blob onto her palm, then 
turned to cup Brenda's pussy and worked the stuff into her hair with 
the heel of her hand.

"I know a better way to do it," Brenda suggested, pulling Wynona's 
hand away.  "Get down behind me and reach between my thighs.  It's 
something I saw once in a porno on TV."

Wynona complied, thinking she might have seen the same porno.  She 
got on her knees mostly behind but slightly to the side of Brenda.  
With one hand she reached up and held onto Brenda's hip.  With the 
other she reached in between her thighs and up to her pussy.  There 
she stroked gently through Brenda's curly little hairs with her 
fingertips.

"Oh god!" Brenda suddenly said as her body convulsed.  "That-- that's 
a really sensitive spot for me.  I'm sorry if I scared you.  Do it 
again.  It's okay, do it again."

Wynona wasn't sure exactly which spot she'd touched to elicit that 
reaction but she sure as hell tried to find it again.  It was a spot 
just near the top of Brenda's neatly trimmed bush and toward her 
right side.  Upon stroking it a second time Brenda clamped Wynona's 
hand to her with both of her own and rode the sensation.  Her hips 
gyrated and her face scrunched up as if she were in the throes of a 
seriously good fucking.

But the sensation faded, as it always did for Brenda once that spot 
got over stimulated or too accustomed to the touch.  She released 
Wynona's hand and thanked her for a good time.  Before standing, 
Wynona turned her head slightly and placed a kiss on the meaty, round 
side of Brenda's upper thigh.  She ran her fingernails lightly down 
over Brenda's labia, bringing a new tremble to her friend's body.

"Time to soap up," Wynona said, going and finding a bar of soap 
across the over-sized shower stall.

The two women stood face to face, Wynona just slightly taller and 
thinner, and each put one hand on the full bar of soap.  They took 
turns rubbing it up and down the other's body.  Suddenly Brenda had 
an inspiration.  She guided Wynona to the tile floor and laid her 
down, knees raised and legs spread out around Brenda's knees between 
them.  Brenda sudsed up her torso until almost none of her skin could 
be seen through the blanket of white.  She crawled up until her knees 
touched Wynona's ass cheeks and lowered her body to cover her friend.

Lying completely on top of Wynona, Brenda used her heavy, soapy tits 
and firm abdomen to scrub her clean.  She made several passes over 
each part of Wynona's body to ensure adequate transfer of suds from 
one to the other.  She glanced out the shower doorway and noticed 
Ivan lying on his belly aiming his video camera straight at them.  
She licked her lips and moved farther up to encompass Wynona's cheeks 
between her heavy, still soapy breasts.  She rocked gently from side 
to side to slap Wynona lightly with her mammaries, then began to rock 
back and forth to cover her face in soap suds up to her forehead, 
then back down again until they lay tit-to-tit.

They lay in that position for more than a minute before Wynona had to 
get the soap out of her eyes.  Brenda helped her up and they stood 
together under the wide overhead shower head to rinse off, both using 
their hands to scrub out the remnants of soap from each others' 
various nooks and crannies.

"There's just one more thing I've wanted to try for a long time," 
Wynona said.  "Lie on your back this time."  Brenda did as ordered, 
with her arms out to her sides.  Wynona got to her knees a few feet 
from Brenda's head and crawled on all fours over her until each woman 
had her mouth directly over or under the other woman's breasts.  "Now 
suck," she ordered.

"Holy shit!" Joe exclaimed.  "I never seen two women sucking each 
others' tits like that before."

Ivan made damn sure he got good footage of that, Wynona's final scene 
for the day.

When the women eventually withdrew from one another, Thomas motioned 
Wynona out of the shower and handed her a big, fluffy towel to dry 
herself off.  She quickly covered her chest and pussy and used the 
edges of the towel to dry her face, arms and legs.  She moved out as 
Thomas prepped Joe for his big scene with Brenda.

Brenda took the time to also dry off, as Thomas' suggestion.  He 
wanted either shower scene to be able to be shown as the one and only 
shower scene, and needed both participants to enter more or less dry.

"As we discussed, there are some ground rules," Thomas said just 
before calling action on the set.  "First and foremost, Brenda is the 
star.  She will lead you in what she wants you to do.  You don't 
touch her anywhere unless she asks you to.  There will be no sex 
unless Brenda starts it.  Treat her like the goddess that she is.  
You are here to service her and her needs and desires.  Alright?  
Quiet on the set.  Action!"

Brenda and Joe stepped in front of the camera from opposite sides of 
the room.  Both completely naked, Brenda reached up and wrapped her 
arms around the latino's neck.  He stood several inches taller than 
her now that she wasn't wearing any shoes and she had to tilt her 
head back a little to look him in the eyes.

"I told you that if you were a good boy I'd play with you some more.  
Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah," he said confidently, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands.

Brenda stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, pressing her 
firm breasts against his solid, manly chest which she found was built 
like a brick wall.

Turning and entering the large shower stall, Brenda reached over and 
turned the water on again.  Knowing from experience, both of them 
stood well clear of the head until they could feel with just their 
outstretched hands that it was neither too cold nor too hot.

Brenda handed the man the bar of soap and said, "clean me up, I'm a 
dirty girl."  Then she turned away from him, placed her hands on her 
knees and wiggled her ass.  Joe stood still and watched, prompting 
Brenda to turn to face him and run her hands up through her pubic 
hair, over her firm belly and up between her tits.  "I need your 
hands on me," she moaned.

Joe lathered up his hands until they were completely covered in white 
suds and began to grope every inch of the woman's breasts.  She 
turned and he soaped up her back, moving downward in quick circles to 
her ass where he dug under her cheeks with both hands and lifted her.  
Brenda yelped in surprise and found herself standing on tiptoes 
again.

She turned and, being fairly athletically built and quite limber, 
lifted one leg straight upward until her heel rested against his 
chest.  "Be sure my legs and clean," she whispered and winked.

Joe held the bar of soap in one hand and ran it up and down then back 
up the length of her lifted leg on the outside, then switched hands 
and repeated the process on the inner side.  When he reached her 
spread pussy, he gently rubbed the bar up and down over her furry 
mound and down along her outer lips.

While Joe was stimulating her pussy, Brenda felt the least she could 
do, and the best way to ensure he would not try to insist on fucking, 
was to reach forward and begin stroking his hard cock.  Her hand fit 
around his shaft with room to spare and she used that room to tug 
gently toward the tip, then pushed just as gently back down to his 
scrotum.

Her one leg now thoroughly re-cleaned, Brenda kept up her jerking of 
the man's penis and raised her other leg for him to wash.  He obliged 
and was again soon rubbing the soap over her pussy lips.  "How far 
can you take this soap?" he asked.

"I-- I don't know.  What do you mean how far?"

Without answering, Joe took hold of Brenda's shoulder to keep her 
steady, used the tips of his fingers of the other hand to delicately 
spread her pussy lips and began to slide the bar of soap, which was 
becoming much more smooth and rounded from its continuous use that 
afternoon, up into her canal.

"Oh my!" Brenda said, her eyes going wide.  "Oh that's... 
interesting.  Ohh ohh!  I've never had this... I've never done 
anything like this."

Joe took it slow and easy but in under a minute the full bar of soap 
had disappeared within Brenda's body.  She clamped her own hand over 
her pussy to hold it in and took a few uncertain steps across the 
tile floor.  The sensation of the unrelenting object within her while 
she was moving about was an entirely new experience for her.  She 
wasn't exactly sure that she liked it but it was definitely different 
and would probably get great ratings for the show.

Facing the camera, Brenda squatted down in the shower and pulled her 
hand away from her pussy.  Just the end of the white bar of soap 
peaked out.  She closed her eyes and imagined herself pushing it out 
with her vaginal muscles.  She visualized the process and tried to 
put pressure on the appropriate stomach and thigh muscles to make it 
move.  Slowly but surely the soap began to slide, whether by gravity 
or by her doing or some combination thereof, out into the open.  When 
it was a little more than halfway out, gravity took completely 
control and the soap fell to the floor with a wet thud.

"Here, use this," Joe said, unhooking a back piece on the overhead 
shower head.  What he brought to her was everything except the wide, 
plate-like covering -- it resembled an ordinary hand-held shower head 
such as one which might have multiple settings for fine spray or 
massage treatment.

Brenda took the shower head and turned it upward, still squatting, 
and lowered it to her pussy.  She threw back her head as the 
sensation of the warm torrent of water gushed over her clitoris and 
then up into her slit.  She used one between her thighs to help coax 
out all the soap and also to help herself reach climax.  She crouched 
there for almost a minute with the shower head held right up to her 
open pussy gasping, "Ah ah ahhh ahahah ahhh!"

Upon regaining her senses, she dropped to her knees facing halfway 
toward Joe.  The man was stroking his cock watching her.  Brenda 
motioned him closer and took his cock in both hands.  She gave him a 
few good tugs before lowering her mouth to his cock head.  Closing 
her lips over just his head, she lashed her tongue side to side 
underneath it, bringing a trembling spasm to the man's whole body and 
a delightful twitch and jump to his penis.

She continued this tongue assault while continuing to pump his shaft 
with both hands in small movements.  Moving one hand down to fondle 
his ball sack, she let her mouth drift farther down the shaft, 
slurping and sucking as she went.  She pulled her head back, making a 
wet smacking sound as her lips came together to hold her in running 
saliva.  She then pushed forward, making his glans push her lips 
apart.  All the while she was lightly scratching and tickling his 
testes, which brought another shiver to his body.  She felt the pulse 
in his throbbing prick quicken and knew from experience with her 
husband that he was now beyond the point of no return.

Brenda pulled back and let her hands fall to her knees as she sat 
back on her heels.  Joe took hold of his cock as it began to spew 
forth a geyser of hot, white cum.  Brenda tried her best to get her 
face in the way of every spurt, letting it coat right eyelid, her 
left cheek and ear, her hair and chin.

When Joe was done, Brenda gave him one last lick to clean him up and 
stood with a wad of him semen on her tongue.  She showed it to him, 
then closed her mouth and swallowed.

END OF PART 10
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of November 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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