June Walker, college senior, was in her aunt's backyard, taking a shower, when she heard someone say "Fuck." The sound was faint, almost a gasp, barely heard over the running water.
She froze, cold fear crawled up her spine. An intruder, probably that creep Cody Hall (who, deep inside she grudgingly admitted, wasn't actually too creepy [despite his voyeurism] and kind of cute in a geeky sort of way), was in the shower and the only weapons at hand were her blue string bikini, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo.
She took the shampoo bottle, "Maybe I can throw it in his eyes," and turned to confront her erstwhile rapist. Instead, "?! Mrs. Berenson?!" Her aunt's friend wasn't a surprise. Her oiled up nudity was a different matter.
Rather than go home to her parents (who had some issues regarding a wet T-shirt contest she won on spring break [said contest having gone viral on YouTube]), June chose to spend the summer with her liberal, open-minded, non-judgmental aunt.
Aunt Rose was her mother's younger sister, a free spirit, the opposite of her conservative sibling. She kept a large swimming pool in her backyard, let guests swim in it frequently (no kids however, Rose was just as cautious as Carey) and sunbathe.
Aunt Rose, to accommodate the guests, had an extra shower and sauna built in the backyard. June wanted a swim, sunbath, and shower before heading into the city for some clubbing.
The coed was almost finished with the shower part. Warm water ran down her slim, toned body. June had no regrets. Her body was hot; good diet and good genes. She'd been completely sober at the contest.
It was more a challenge to herself that, after an adolescence of insecurity, she was completely comfortable with her body. "Mom and Dad would never understand."
A pudgy, frumpy teen and invisible in junior high and high school, June blossomed into the kind of beautiful, curvy young woman found in Playboy (who incidentally came calling after the contest went viral. The College Girl issue was due next month and she was on the cover. "Wonder what Mom and Dad are going to say to that?" she smirked.).
The wet t-shirt was meant to introduce the new June. A brown-haired, slender, curvy c-cupped, good assed June. No more the frumpy, dumpy teenager. Now she was the hot chick, liberated, like her aunt.
June was smart enough to know the viral popularity of the video meant the men in the clubs were like as not to be familiar with her image; she didn't care. "I can handle it and them."
Thoughts of possible future boyfriends were not on her mind at the moment. "What's she doing here, naked?"
Carey Berenson visited Aunt Rose often; typically to shoot the shit, help with a project, or use the pool (not so often, as she had one of her own). June liked Carey. She was attractive, a bit earthy, and gave good advice on men (experience from her "Unreliable shit," of an ex-husband). June never saw Carey naked, though.
Carey blocked the door to the shower. "Is she wearing sunscreen?" June asked. It explained her slick, shiny appearance. Carey looked flushed; skin gleaming pink and ceramic. A light, subtle tan, with just the tiniest hint of orange, complimented her pink skin tone.
"Good Grief! She looks like a peach!" a stunned June thought. "A pink, human peach!"
Mrs. Berenson gazed at June with unsettling intensity. She breathed heavily, hissing through gritted teeth. Her eyes were wide, red-tinted, and hungry. It was the look of a porn star, a woman ready to fuck. "Omigod! She's horny!" June realized.
Discomfort edged into fear. The shower suddenly seemed far too small. June was open-minded but she never swung that way, not even as an experiment. It didn't help to see Mrs. Berenson's pussy, wet and clit-swollen, dripping cum.
"M-M-Mrs. Berenson..." June began, not knowing her next words. Whether to demand her departure or ask her health, it didn't matter. Carey erupted a lusty growl and rushed forward, grasping June by the shoulders before the young woman could react.
The young coed was knocked against the blue turquoise tiles, stunned. "Ugh!" cried June, startled, with the wind knocked out. "Mrs. Berenson!" she cried. "Want....fuck," Carey gasped and planted her lips on June's shocked open mouth.
"Mmmp! ....Et op ee!" the coed shouted, muffled. When she felt Carey's tongue in her mouth indignation became frenzied anger. "!....Et op ee oo esthbo!" she tried to shout but, once again, was muffled as she pounded her fists against the assaulter. ("God! What's happened to her! She's gone nuts!" June thought frantically.) Instead Carey pressed closer, wrapping her hands behind June's neck and plumbing her tongue further into the coed's mouth.
She ground her belly against June's and twined her legs with the young coed. The entanglement prevented June from forcing Carey back by kneeing her in the groin. Instead her leg brushed against Carey's thigh, wet skin rubbing against oily silkiness.
June continued to pound futilely against the taller Carey, who outweighed the coed by thirty pounds. Carey used her weight to press her body further into the younger woman. Her breasts mashed and rubbed against the coed's melons. Her slick skin, from belly to pelvis, glided across her opposite. "Mmmm!" June cried, outraged.
Though outraged, June felt some amazement. Pounding Carey's skin was like hitting silk. "She's so....slick! What's this stuff on her?!" The cascading shower water beaded and slid off the milf like frost from a warm window. Carey's grip was like iron. "Oh God! She's too strong! Why is she doing this?!"
In the past, Carey and June complimented each other on their looks, but only as one friend to another. Neither woman felt any sexual attraction towards the other but Carey no longer had a mind.
The oil worm virus had eaten away all her reasoning faculties, stripped her moral center, and reduced her intelligence to one basic primal instinct: to fuck...and fuck...and fuck.
June was hopelessly locked with the milf; her former friend turned rapist. She was fully conscious of Carey's slick skin, tits, and nipples sliding, grinding against her aureoles. Carey's navel rubbed around June's belly, bumping occasionally against her button.
The milf's pelvis slid against the coed; their bald pussies brushed together. Carey was wet. Her cum trickled down her legs and June's. June herself felt moist. "Oh no! I can't be getting wet! I'm not like that!" But her frantic pounding softened and her tongue locked into a wrestling match with Carey's.
