Playmate On Playmate Love

The Playmate of the 90s reunion photo shoot ended. Plied with liberal rounds of champagne, the buzzed Playmates did a fantastic shoot, in their bathing suits, in their lingerie, in the nude. As the day closed, the tipsy Playmates, photo crew, make-up artists, and hangers on all drifted away to party and to return to their separate pursuits.

Karin Taylor and Renée Tenison were the last in the now empty studio. It had been a nice but oddly disorienting day. While the other Playmates rushed out to party, both Karin and Renée remained in the studio; whereas the other Playmates were hunting for naughty trouble, Karin was very much the married woman, and Renée a bit older, and wiser. Yet, while both were "happy" in their post-Playmate lives, here they were, nude but their satin robes, and not a little drunk. There was more, too; whereas most of the other Playmates were siliconed and surgically "enhanced," Karin and Renée are natural beauties. Whereas most of the younger Playmates had their pussies shaved to look little girls, Karin and Renée had their dark, pussies covered in lush black bushes. While the men on staff couldn't take their eyes off of blondes such as Victoria Silvstedt, Karin and Renée were relegated to the background photo shots.

But then, in an army of Blonde-Playmate-Barbies-, only two Playmates–––only two–––Karin and Renée –––were Black.

So, they noticed each other from the beginning of the day; they gravitated toward each other out of a nagging loneliness, a faint sense of isolation; they recognized each other; they sympathized with one another. There was more: they noticed each other's natural dark beauty that stood out in the blur of blondes; Karin and Renée, the two largely ignored dark beauties saw themselves in the other.

During the long shoot, Karin and Renée were drawn to each other.

Renée, the older, taller, more assertive of the two (she was, after all the first Black Playmate of The Year) was the first to really notice the other, to really appreciate, to really think about the other's––Karin––and her warm smile, her luscious lips, her full, pendulous cocoa coloured tits, as well as Karin's long, thin, satin brown legs. And it did not escape Renée's eyes; there in the midst of bare or blonde pussy bushes, was Karin's gorgeous, proud, dark, thick, tawny bush.

Karin, much more shy, tried to hide the fact that during the photo shoot, her eyes kept on wandering up and down Renée's long, sinewy, and perfect chocolate legs, not to mention Renée's firm, rounded, and muscular ass; Karin told herself that the reason why she couldn't take her eyes off of Renée's thick, strong, beautiful lips, or her big, protruding chocolate tits, with their taut black nipples, was because Renée just stood out like an ebony statue amidst the lily white snow storm.

Still, Karin found herself not a little bit alarmed that Renée's beautiful big black pussy bush, nestled between those firm, thick thighs, seemed as, well, as warm, brassy and bold as Renée's manner.

Karin convinced herself that it was just a passing curiosity on her part, just a glance of circumstance. Could have been. Could have been.

But now here they were, the two gorgeous, lone Black Playmates of the photo shoot, slightly tipsy, still in but their satin "Playboy" embroidered robes, in that cavernous studio, with its props, beds, and sofas, with its bottles of empty and half-full bottles of champagne.

And here they were. Karin and Renée. A bit tipsy. A bit undressed. A bit curious. And alone. Together.

Renée Tenison made the first moves.

As Karin sat on one of the set props, a bed, Renée breezily walked over and sat right next to her. Renée's bare legs, slipping out from her hardly-closed robe, grazed Karin's similarly bare legs, perhaps provocatively. But that was just Renée's style: warm and outgoing.

Or so Karin comforted herself to think, nervously one might add. But she did not move her bare legs away from Renée's grazing touch. Nor did Karin turn away from Renée's open, but commanding gaze. Renée spoke first, reassuringly:

"Oh, honey, you look worn out and buzzed; had enough of the `you're the background Black Playmate, so stand in the background?'Or did you just have just a bit too much champagne?"

"Oh, I'm okay; yeah, that did bother me. I mean, why make us Playmates if we have to pose always in the background," Karin said in a near whisper, before hiccupping rather loudly, and suddenly. Karin laughed nervously. " Sorry, I'm a bit buzzed…well, REAL BUZZED, actually." They both laughed.

Renée smiled ever more heartily. But she couldn't take her eyes off of Karin's substantial cleavage. Renée’s imagination filled in the details of Karin's covered body with what the younger, cocoa- skinned Playmate revealed to the camera earlier during the day.

Karin turned nervously way, lowering her eyes. But she too, couldn't help but notice Renée's big firm tits spilling out of her satin robe, which covered but nonetheless revealed the impression of Renée's long, pointed nipples. Flashes of what Renée displayed earlier during the day––those long, strong legs, that big, round, firm ass, her perfect tummy, invaded Karin's imagination, which now involuntarily stripped away Renée's sheer robe to fill Karin with dread, unease, yes, but also a twinge, a twitch of something unmistakable: EXCITEMENT.

And as Renée and Karin began to talk the small talk, the gossip about the other Playmates, the little dishes and ripostes about one Playmate's fake tits, or another's bad attitude, Karin and Renée began to speak and open to each other as girls who share secrets. A warmth enveloped them. But all the while, Renée was thinking about how gorgeous Karin's tawny pussy looked, and how Karin could be so tall, so lithe, so sexy, and so shy at the same time. Karin couldn't help but think of Renée's big lush pussy bush. She felt ashamed that she WAS thinking about it, wanting to see it again, wanting to see all of Renée's nakedness again, up close, in detail: Renée's tits, her shoulders, the smooth flow of Renée's neck under her shock of dark hair, the soft skin behind Renée's gorgeous knees, and over and over again, the way Renée's pussy bush just burst out, strong, beautiful, like Renée's laughter. Karin was ashamed, but strangely excited. Renée was curious and excited.

The room seemed to get warmer and warmer.

The two let their robes slip looser and looser, revealing more and more cleavage here, more and more tummy there, more and more thigh here, more and more butt, there. The room seemed to become still warmer.

So did their playful laughter. With each diss, with each kind remark, Renée touched Karin's arm or shoulder; Karin didn't respond. But she let more, and more of her bare legs graze, rub, and now rest against Renée's long legs.

The room got still warmer.

Renée could smell Karin's sweet, moist body; Karin could feel the heat of Renée's breath, and smell the champagne on her tongue. Karin liked it. She wanted more of it. Renée liked it. She wanted more of it, too. The two got closer, more playful, more at ease.

The studio, once so cavernous, contracted upon them, to this prop, this spot, and this bed. And the room got warmer. Renée got up and got two more glasses of champagne; Karin laughed, and said, "Now you're ME in my pictorial." They both laughed. The both playfully, confidently, downed the champagne. Their ankles intertwined, as did their giggles and jokes. Karin's heart beat. Inside her mind, she was uneasy. Why did her heart beat so? Why did she want to get closer to Renée? Why did she want Renée to just let that robe slip all the way off? Why did she want Renée to do something…something?? And Renée wanted to touch Karin, just touch her, run her hands over Karin's cocoa coloured body, smooth, long, pretty, oh, so pretty, just this once, just this one time.

Their eyes smiled, as did their lips. Renée and Karin swayed on that bed, sitting ever closer, swaying ever languidly, laughing ever more confidently, wanting something, wanting ever more expectantly, for something, anything to happen.

And the room got warmer.

Now both Playmates' buzz was renewed in the two, three, maybe four new glasses of champagne they drank.

They felt good. Karin even felt good being ashamed. It was strangely exciting.

In the playfulness of the moment, Renée got up and started to play-act the making of her own Playboy video, mimicking the director's instructions: "Look into the camera…right into the camera…sexy..sexier…it's your lover; he wants you! You WANT him…yes! Yes! That's it! Now drop your robe!" Karin was laughing too hard to notice that Renée did just that, and then flopped naked on the bed next to Karin.

Renée continued the mimicry: "Now you're on the bed! Look at the camera; you're looking at your lover; entice him with your eyes…yes! Yes! That's it! He's inside you! Make love! Make love to him! Writhe on that bed, cause it's sooo good, sooo…God, yes, that's it!" And as Renée laughed and thrashed about on the bed, nude, in a good, manic send up of her PMOY bedroom video scene, Karin was up doing the same, throwing down her robe, leaping onto the bed, naked, and barking out her Playboy video director's instructions: "make it hot Karin! Make us believe it's so hot, so good, yeah! Don't be bashful! That's it!!"

The two then roared with laughter until spent.

And then they lay there, both nude, on the bed. The warmth of the room passed, replaced by a gentle, lonely sweetness. Karin, her eyes closed, whispered: "Oh, I think they preferred the blonde Playmates, anyway." Renée propped herself up on her side, elevated slightly above Karin, who was stretched out before her, nude. Karin's eyes were closed in a momentary musing. Renée knew just then just how beautiful Karin really was. Renée reached down to stroke Karin’s cheek, her arm resting in that canyon between Karin's two big, beautiful tits: "Honey..It's okay… Karin…YOU are so incredibly pretty, all of the men go crazy for you, don't you know." Karin opened her eyes and saw Renée, naked, her pendulous tits and her hair dropping toward her, and she suddenly felt Renee's arm between her tits, and Renée's long fingers caressing her cheeks in tender consolation. Their eyes met. Renée and Karin gazed at each other as if gazing upon a tinted, subtle reflection of one another in each's beautiful, aching nakedness.

Their nakedness ignited the air between them. The moment burst aflame, fueled by the two Playmates' now pounding hearts, nourished by the two Playmate's heavy, humid breathing.

And then something happened.

With one hand, Renée tenderly grasped Karin's tit, as she reached down to kiss Karin squarely on the lips; both of the Playmates eyes gazed upon each other. Renée's lips met Karin's. No response. Renée's lips then softly pecked Karin's. No response. But then Renée's lips pressed into Karin's. And Karin's hard nipple pushed up into Renée's moist palm. A sigh, a breath whispered in flight from Karin's lips.

And then Karin kissed Renée back.

"Mmmmm…ohhhhh..," the breath sang as it parted Karin's lips; "Mmmmm…mmmm" was Renée's sure, warm response.

Karin's lips were soft and warm. Renée's were full and bold. And then Renée felt the tip of Karin's tongue pressing forward to meet her tongue. Renée thrust her tongue deep into Karin's open mouth. Karin's tongue wrapped around Renée's probing tongue, grasping, caressing, and forcing Renée to thrust it in and out of Karin's mouth to free it. As Renée pumped her tongue in and out of Karin’s mouth, Karin felt a sudden warmth deep in her tummy flowing to the core of her pussy, as if a hot, soft, moist, tight cover had fallen over it. It was Renée's hand, cupping Karin's dusky pussy. Karin felt her cunt lips suddenly swell, like a sponge soaking up spilt hot chocolate, and she felt it from her pussy to her tummy, then to her tingling tits to her curling toes and back to her waking pussy. Renée was hot and delighted, thrusting her tongue in and out of Karin's mouth, as her finger, then two, then three rubbed in ever quickening circles the fountain of creamy wetness that was pulsating from deep below Karin's bristly pussy bush.

Renée slipped one, two, and then three fingers into Karin's pussy. Karin's pussy suddenly exploded in hot, wet, dripping juice, as did she in a frightened gasp: "OOHHHHH!!!" Renée purred: "Oooooooo…mmmmmmm…."

Her big chocolate tits rubbed against Karin's cocoa globules aggressively ; their erect nipples rubbed and grazed each other until they were rock hard cocoa in one and chocolate in the other.

The tiny space on the bed was suddenly and unbearably loaded in the hot traffic of smacking lips, probing tongues, rubbing tits, crying, moaning, growling, and sighing. The sounds of hunger filled the cavernous studio. The smell of cocoa pussy and dripping chocolate cunt hung right above the bed, and waffed into the nostrils of two moist, writhing, beautiful Black Playmates.

Something had to happen.

Karin lay back, thrusting her pussy lightly off the bed, into Renée's thrusting fingers. This was not good enough. Something had to happen.

Renée’s lips left Karin's pretty face. Renée turned around, spread herself along Karin's outstretched body, her feet by Karin's neck, her face over Karin's tummy. Then Renée covered Karin's wet pussy lips with her mouth, and fiercely thrust her long tongue deep into Karin's pussy.

It was soaking wet. It was hot. It was slurping. It smelled of an intoxicating blend of oysters and lilacs. Karin now frantically thrust her ass up off the bed as hard as she could, thrusting her pussy up into Renée's invading tongue, revealing her vibrating clit to Renée's frenetic, flickering tongue, which bore through Karin's bristles to flick over Karin’s buried nub. It felt so good. Karin wanted to say so, but all she could muster was, “OOOOOOOOOOO!!”

In the recess of Karin's mind, was shame, shame that she was thrusting her womanhood into another woman's tongue, that she was fucking her pussy up into another woman's mouth, that Renée Tenison was fucking her with every lesbian's passion.

But Karin Taylor loved it. Yes she did.

Her pussy was drowning and screaming in hot, hot tingling sensations, as explosions shot from her clit to her nipples to her tits. But then, the shame deepened. And the more ashamed Karin was, the more uncontrollably good did her her clit, her cunt, and her tits felt, all at once, and all together.

Karin opened her eyes and saw Renée's big, beautiful ass above her, and her big, hairy pussy, dripping with beads of pussy honey, just above her mouth. As Karin's clit quivered, and her pussy convulsed, Karin's shame screamed into the distance, swept away in a torrent of molten bliss: "DON'T DO IT..DON'T DON'T DYKE HER, DON’T BECOME A DYKE FOR RENEE TENISON!"

Too late.

Karin's body was wet and trembling, and as the shocks of bliss arose higher, higher, racing ahead of her upward thrusting ass, Karin reached out and grasped Renée's big moist ass, and she thrust upward her tongue past the sticky lips and deep into Renée's creamy pussy. Karin began to fuck Renée with her mouth, her tongue, and her heat. She was dyking Renée Tenison's hot pussy.

Renée felt something clasp her ass, and then suddenly her pussy was filled with the silken soft wetness of Karin's hot tongue. Renée's tongue froze deep in Karin's wet cunt. Renée's ass begin trusting up and down, wildly, under the drive of her own pussy gone mad. Karin's fucking, licking, sucking mouth quickly brought Renée to the precipice. And then Karin’s mouth pushed Reneé over the edge and into the abyss: "MMMMMMMMMM..MMMMMMFFFF!!" Renée felt it rumble from the depths of her pussy and into her tummy, the searing, screaming, bolts of erotic electricity shooting cataclysmically through out her body. She screamed, but it just disappeared into the inundated depths of Karin's slurping pussy walls, in which her tongue was trapped. Too late. Renée had no choice.

She was cumming:"MMMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!!!"

Karin almost gagged as Renée's pussy blasted jets of hot, liquid cunt juice into her mouth. She couldn't deny it now. No, no, no, this was no “experiment”; she was fucking Renée Tenison, she was dyking Renée Tenison, and Renée was spraying her mouth full of cunt cum. Renée's body shook violently, shuddering as if she would fly apart. And then it was over.

Karin was undone. How could she have done this? But she as also so wound-up, so taut, so disappointed. She found herself whispering as Renée's pussy pulled away from her mouth, releasing her tired tongue: "I..want to cum so bad…Oh, Reneé I want to cum so bad!"

Renée knew. She knew that that shame that made it so good for Karin also stopped her short. Karin had never cum with a woman before. So, Renée turned around to face Karin. Renée spread Karin's legs wide. "Watch me," she said. "It's your turn to cum."

And then, as Karin's legs were spread as ar as they could go, Renée brought her face above Karin's swollen wet pussy lips.

And then Renée let slowly drip from her lips warm spit, in long, stringy streams, onto Karin's upturned pussy lips. The sight electrified Karin. The sight of spittle splashing onto Karin's brown red, swollen pussy lips, dripping in beads in Karin's bristly pussy bush enflamed Renée. Karin felt it, her whole universe collapsing in a heat onto her spittle-splashed pussy. She moaned aloud: "Ohhhhhhhh.." Then Renée beckoned. Karin obeyed. Renée lifted her pussy up to meet Karin's.

Karin spread her legs wide and thrust her pussy up to lock with Renée's cunt. Their pussy lips met. Their clits rubbed. They shifted, pushed, and repositioned until their lips and clits meet in perfect quivering, shocked, erotic heat.

Karin was going to cum. Karin wanted to cum. Karin wanted her pussy to cum as it fucked Renée's pussy into erotic explosion.

Renée hissed: "FUCK ME."

Karin cried, "YES!!"

Karin began to fuck Renée's pussy. Renée thrust and rubbed her groin into Karin's. Renée began to fuck Karin's pussy with her own. Shocks, sparks, surging, surging, surging waves of tingling erotic energy exploded. Karin spat out, “OHH!! I want to CUM SO BAD!!"

And then something happened.

Renée barked, "FUCK ME! KARIN…FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR SWEET BLACK CUNT!!"

Karin shouted: "OOOOOO…OOOOOO…YESSS….YESSSSS!!… YESSS, I WILL, I AM!!"

It didn’t take long. It happened. It roared up and overtook Karin Taylor; Karin shouted, "Oh, Renée, you look so good, you feel so good, ohhh, your pussy, I LOVE YOUR PUSSY..ohhhh…RENEE!! FUCK ME RENEE..FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR PUSSY!!!"

Renée cried out, helplessly, "OOOOOOO…CUM WITH ME...CUM WITH ME..KARIN!!"

That’s when it exploded throughout Karin Taylor’s hot, café au lait body, enough to jerk her head violently back, forcing her to thrust her pussy right into Renée's creaming chocolate fuck puss, forcing Karin's eyes shut, and shaking her in an electrifying cum:

"OOOOOOOOOOOO..AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEE…OHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!"

Renée shuddered as well. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets, her head fell back as well, her pussy jammed in a long, ferocious thrust into Karin's squirting, convulsing cunt. And Renée exploded into a hot cry of an explosive cum, screaming into and above Karin's piercing cry,

"AIEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Then it was over.

The two beautiful Black Playmates collapsed on the bed, upon each other, drenched in sex sweat and pussy juice of a cocoa cunt and a chocolate vagina. The bedding was soaked, and stained with the exotic elixir of two beautiful, dark Playmates.

When they were dressed, they made their way out into the cool night. "You take care of yourself darling." " You too." They kissed each other on the check. But it was warm and knowing.