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It was a touch-up day. They were in Helen’s room, the woman laying on her stomach on the bed while Madeline sat on top of her with supplies. They were close to being done, Helen only had a few spots on her back, butt, and legs that needed attention. As she worked on a crossword puzzle on her phone, a giggle sounded and Helen raised one eyebrow. She peeked over her shoulder curiously, seeing Madeline straddling her thighs as she brushed paint over Helen's lower back.
“What are you so amused by, Mad?”
The blonde bit down on the tip of her tongue, glancing up at Helen with a devious glint in her blue eyes. “You know you have an insanely hot ass, Hel?”
Despite the lack of her heart beating, Helen's cheeks flushed red as she blushed. “Uh, I might have been told before.”
Madeline's eyebrows lifted. “Yeah?”
Helen turned back to her phone, trying to ignore the steamy memories of various lovers praising her shape as they fucked her from behind. Clearing her throat, she only replied with a small “Yeah.”
One minute passed by and then Helen felt a sharp tap against her right asscheek. Her eyes widened and she whipped her head back around. “Mad!” she exclaimed. “What the fuck?”
“Hmm?” Madeline hummed, distracted as she kept her eyes on Helen's rear end. Her hands grabbed the pliant flesh, paintbrush long forgotten as she gripped each round cheek in her hand. “God, it's so round. So soft. So plush–”
“Will you stop massaging my ass?!”
Madeline blinked, lifting her hands up in surrender. “It's so pretty!” she defended. “Fuck, I wonder what it looks like when you're bouncing on a cock–”
“Nope!” Helen rolled over, knocking Madeline off balance so she'd tumble onto the mattress. She didn’t even care if she messed up the paint job Madeline had just spent an hour doing. “Jesus, what is the matter with you?” She grabbed her robe, quickly covering her body from Madeline's gaze.
“What?” Madeline whined, sitting up with a pout. “I'm complimenting you!”
“No, you're hitting on me.”
Madeline shrugged. “So?”
Helen gawked, holding her robe closed tight to her chest. “So?” she incredulously repeated.
“You're hot, Helen,” Madeline said casually, seconds away from rolling her eyes. “We're dead, you're hot, and I'm so horny I've stopped wearing underwear completely just to avoid going through two pairs a day from how wet–”
“I get it!” Helen exclaimed, slapping a hand over Madeline's mouth.
The blonde licked her palm.
Helen yanked her hand back, glaring. “Why the hell are you telling me this?”
Madeline tilted her head to the side, twisting her lips into a smirk.
Helen frowned. “What?” she asked. “You're acting like you want to–” She stopped, her jaw dropping open. “No. Mad, you're not suggesting…?”
Madeline's eyes lit up gleefully. “Why not? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours! Er, well, I guess it's more like you finger my pussy, I'll finger–”
“Mad!”
“Come on, Hel!” Madeline laughed, crawling over to the scandalized redhead. Paint was spilling all over the sheets, but neither woman paid attention to the mess. “You cannot tell me you aren't horny. I know you've been using the shower head to get off.”
“What!” Helen shrieked. “How could you possibly know that?”
Madeline rolled her eyes. “I listened at the door. Duh.”
“Mad,” Helen growled. “That is such an invasion of–”
“Ugh, this conversation is so not fun anymore,” Madeline interrupted her, standing up and brushing lint off her pants. “Let me know when you're desperate enough to fuck me. I'll be in my room with my dildo collection, vibrators, and enough butt plugs to fill that gaping hole in your stomach.”
Before Madeline could leave, Helen's meek voice stopped her.
“Did you say butt plugs?”
The actress's smile was bright enough to light up the entire room.
“Oh, Mad,” Helen moaned, digging her nails harder into the blonde's thighs. “Fuck, just like that…” Her hips grinded down harder into Madeline's face, her eyes rolling back when the blonde sucked her clit between her lips.
She was straddling Madeline's head, facing away from her, balancing herself with her hands on Madeline's muscular thighs. After exploring Madeline's sex toy collection, which included much more than just vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs, she allowed herself a moment to freak out (“This is fucking insane, Madeline. God, what the fuck…”) before accepting Madeline's offer to help get each other off. The shower head could only do so much for her and she desperately missed the touch of another person. It was a blur how they got into the position they were currently in – all Helen could really recall was a lot of dirty talk from the blonde, enough to annoy her when Madeline tried to take charge, forcing Helen to threaten her by sitting on her face. Madeline put up no protest, even if that meant not having Helen touch her where she was leaking all over the bed.
“Shit, I'm so close,” the redhead whimpered, rutting back and forth, trying to get more friction. “F-fingers, Mad.”
Madeline moaned into her cunt, managing to pull away enough to speak. Her hands held Helen's ass, spreading her cheeks apart. “Where, baby?” she asked, nipping at one of her asscheeks. “Where do you want my fingers?”
“Hmmph,” Helen whined, wiggling impatiently.
“Say it,” Madeline demanded, grazing her teeth against Helen's clit and earning a sharp cry.
Helen groaned in frustration. “Stop topping from the bottom, Mad.”
“Stop being a prude and tell me where you want my fucking fingers, Hel.”
The author swallowed harshly and reached back to grab one of Madeline's hands, dragging her fingers to her dripping hole. “Here, Mad. M-my pussy. Fuck my pussy.”
Two fingers slipped inside of her easily and Helen's entire body shivered in pleasure. She gasped, arching her back, and rocking down.
“Fuck.”
“Shit, Helly,” Madeline complained, trying to adjust her position. “I can't fuck you like this. Lean forward, baby.”
Helen grumbled, but did as Madeline asked, crawling forward so her palms were pressing down into the mattress on either side of Madeline's knees, and she spread her thighs wider over the blonde's head.
“There we go, baby,” Madeline moaned, adding a third finger. “Now I can see that pretty pussy all nice and open for me. Come on, Hel. Fuck yourself on my fingers and make that ass bounce.”
Too far gone with pleasure to realize she was taking orders from the actress, Helen did just as she said, rolling her hips and fucking herself nice and slow. The stretch of Madeline's three fingers felt amazing; she had the digits curled just enough to make stars appear in Helen's vision, the pleasure overwhelming. As Helen rocked back, Madeline's fingers pushed in, creating an exquisite friction and a loud squelching noise that filled their ears. Helen's voluptuous ass enticingly jiggled with the motion, making Madeline lift her head so she could bite down on one cheek. Helen squeaked at the sting and fucked herself faster, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her.
“Yes,” she moaned, mouth dropped open as she wanted, eyes closed in bliss. “Oh yes, Mad, I'm gonna come.”
Madeline smacked one asscheek, watching the bloom of her handprint form on the rippling, pale flesh, and kept her eyes glued to Helen's pussy as it swallowed her fingers over and over again. Arousal was dripping down her wrist and the blonde's mouth watered with need to swallow it down. She maneuvered her hand to rub the author's clit, bringing her that much closer to the edge.
“So hot, Hel. Come all over me, baby. Soak me, please.”
Helen was grateful Madeline lived in a very private mansion with no staff and lots of land away from her neighbors because the shout of pleasure the redhead let out was obnoxiously loud. The orgasm that washed over her in endless waves was the best she'd had in years. Her pussy gripped Madeline's fingers tight, threatening to keep them inside of her as the actress tried to fuck her through her release. Cum spilled out of her, granting Madeline's plea to soak her as she opened her mouth wide, tongue out, ready to drink it all down.
“Oh fuck… Mad…! Too much!”
Madeline pulled her fingers free and a final burst of cum squirted from Helen directly into her mouth. Helen cupped her own pussy and fell forward, her legs shaking as aftershocks rolled through her.
Madeline swallowed and wiped her face with the back of her hand, but it was pointless; Helen had drenched her lips, chin, and neck, her makeup and paint smearing off. The blonde squirmed out from underneath Helen and quickly reached for the bottle of lube and one of the dildos they had set aside. She reached back, tugging at the butt plug Helen had pushed into her earlier, moaning softly once it slipped free, her asshole winking with the sudden emptiness. She set the plug aside and poured lube all over the dildo and some onto her hand before she eased two fingers inside her hole, her pussy fluttering as she filled her ass again.
“Mad,” Helen whined, a weak hand lifting to smack at the actress's thigh. “Let me fuck you.”
“I can't wait,” Madeline whimpered, fucking herself with her fingers, rocking back into her own hand. “I need to come, Hel.”
Helen gathered all of her strength and sat up, smacking Madeline's hands away from herself. “Move to the end of the bed and spread your legs.”
Madeline scrambled as quickly as possible to get into position, keeping her legs wide so Helen had plenty of access to where she needed her most. Helen slid off the bed on trembling legs and squirted some more lube onto the dildo. She watched Madeline as she pushed the tip against her asshole, making sure there wasn't any discomfort as she slid it inside.
“Hel,” the blonde grunted, lifting her head with a glare in her eyes. “It doesn't hurt. I'm dead, remember? Now stop pussy-footing around and f–fuck me–!”
Her last words came out in a scream as Helen shoved the dildo all the way in, stretching Madeline's ass. The redhead raised one eyebrow at Madeline, challenging her to protest as she began to fuck her fast and hard, the thumb of her free hand rolling Madeline's clit. “You like that? You like getting your ass fucked, you slut?”
Madeline sobbed, tears spilling down her face as she gripped the bed covers. “Yes! Yes, I love it!”
Helen smirked and bent over, replacing her thumb with her mouth, suckling Madeline's clit between her lips. She held the actress's hips down with her forearm and kept her eyes on her as she shoved the dildo deeper. She could feel Madeline's pussy pulsing against her chin, arousal spilling out of her with every push of the silicone inside.
“Oh my god, ohmygod, I'm coming, Hel.. I'm– Hel–!”
Helen swirled her tongue around Madeline's clit and then sucked on it hard before she shoved it deep inside the woman’s pussy, throwing the woman into an intense orgasm immediately. The actress was silent at first, her breath caught in her throat, all of the muscles in her body taut, and then a loud, drawn out moan that turned into a scream erupted from her chest. Helen’s tongue was momentarily trapped inside of Madeline as her pussy contracted down around the muscle, but then it was pushed free and the author felt splashes against her chin and neck, squirt shooting out with every pump of the dildo in the blonde’s ass.
Helen pulled the silicone all the way out, dropping the wet toy to the carpeted floor, and pushed two fingers inside of Madeline's convulsing cunt, fucking her pussy until another orgasm ripped through the woman. The blonde twisted away from Helen when it became way too intense, and she curled into herself, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as she attempted to catch her breath.
Helen shook her head and climbed back onto the bed. She forced Madeline's thighs back apart and cupped her pussy, rubbing it harshly as she leaned down and captured the blonde's lips in a bruising kiss. Madeline bucked up into Helen's rough touch, her arms wrapping around the author so she could pull her closer. The redhead sucked her tongue and Madeline moaned. When they parted, they breathed heavily into each other's mouths, their eyes glazed over with lingering lust and pure satisfaction.
“So,” Helen said eventually, smirking. “That was less ‘you finger me, I’ll finger you’ and more ‘you make me squirt, I’ll shove a dildo up your ass’.”
Madeline shrugged, giggling. “Potato, po-tah-to.”
Helen rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss the infuriating woman again before she cuddled into her side. “We made a mess,” she whined. “My bed is covered in paint and your bed is covered in– well…”
“It’s fine,” Madeline waved her off, snuggling her face into the woman’s generous chest. “I have like six more bedrooms.”