Chapter 4
It wasn't until late next morning, as she dragged herself awake from the most relaxing sleep she'd had in a long time, that Tracy felt the first stirring of guilt.
Even as she yawned and stretched in the bright sunlight of a new day, last night's events came crashing in on her with a jolt.
Tracy flinched with mortification as every detail flashed through her mind with vivid, degrading clarity.
Getting out of bed on legs that were still weak from last night's exertions, she hastily slipped into a bulky housecoat and headed for Dell's room.
It had all been a terrible mistake. No normal woman behaved that way toward her own son, even in her most desperate moments.
"Dell? Honey, are you up yet? I just wanted to, Dell? Oh." Her voice drifted off. Dell's bed was empty. He was already gone. She remembered that this was one of his mornings for baseball practice. He wouldn't be home for hours, which meant that she had the whole day ahead of her without the presence of her lean, stiff-cocked young son.
Despite herself, Tracy couldn't squelch a twinge of disappointment. Because underneath all her shame and humiliation she could feel her pussy already aching for another taste of his meaty young prick. She no longer seemed to have any control at all. The mere thought of spending the next several hours waiting for Dell to come home sent a pang of frustration shooting through her, right down into the steamy depths of her cunt.
Fortunately, she'd already made plans to go on a shopping spree with her best friend, Donna Trent. At least that would get her out of the house for a while. And maybe it would get her mind off the vivid, wicked memories of her son's cock.
A short time later, showered and made up and wearing a modest cotton dress that showed off her figure without revealing too much, she was putting the finishing touches on her hair when Donna's car pulled up outside.
Tracy ran out of the house and climbed into the passenger's seat.
It didn't take long for her worries to melt away as the two women spent a pleasant morning going from mall to mall, shopping until they were both loaded down with packages.
By the time they returned to Donna's house for a drink and a few minutes' rest from their morning's excursion, they were exhausted.
"God, I'm worn out! This heat is absolutely murder. I don't know about you, but I feel like a limp dishrag!" "I couldn't agree more." With a mutual gasp of weariness, Tracy plopped down beside Donna on the couch. "At the moment, there's nothing I'd like more than to just stand under a cold shower. It's so hot I can't stand it!"
"Ummm, a cold shower sounds like heaven," Donna said.
She sat up, confronting her friend with an impish expression that caught Tracy by surprise.
"In fact, why waste time talking about it when we can do just that? You can lie here and swelter if you want, but I don't intend to wait another moment to get cooled off. I'm going straight to that shower this very instant, before I die of a heat stroke! Are you game, Tracy? What're we waiting for?"
Donna rose and unsnapped the back of her dress, wiggling from it without so much as a hint of embarrassment.
"Donna! What on earth do you think you're doing? You've got to be crazy!" Tracy gasped.
It all happened so swiftly that she could only gape in astonishment as Donna pushed the rumpled dress down, letting it slither to the floor at her feet.
She hadn't bothered to wear bra or panties.
Now, totally nude, the uninhibited redhead posed her sweaty body.
"Well? Are you going to sit there and gawk, or are you going to join me? Come on, there's plenty of room for both of us. Let's get under that delicious shower right now, before we melt away to nothing!" she exclaimed.
Tracy sat in speechless shock, not quite knowing what to say.
And at the same time, she couldn't help but notice that Donna had one of the sexiest figures she'd ever seen. With an enormous pair of tits and long legs and a thick thatch of fiery cunt-fur glistening in a fleecy mat between her creamy thighs, she certainly was a sight to be noticed. At last she stammered a response, blushing furiously. "Donna Trent, you're just awful! I never heard of such a childish sugestion! Two grown women showering together!"
Her gaze flitted across the living room as if expecting to see Donna's husband Frank or her teenaged daughter Becky make a sudden entrance.
But Donna wasn't accepting any excuses. She gave a scoffing snort, shrugging the feeble argument off in a motion that made her massive tits swing pendulously from side to side.
"Oh, don't be such a big prude! Besides, Frank's at work and Becky's spending the day with her girlfriends, so we have all the privacy in the world. It's just us girls, so what've we got to be shy about? Relax, darling. Now get out of that dress and join in the fun!"
"Oh, all right. I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this. The heat must be worse than I thought, we've both got to be out of our minds!"
Rising from the couch with a sigh of surrender, she unfastened her dress and let it slip from her body. Then she peeled off her bra and panties in an embarrassed flutter of motion.
An instant later the two women were scampering toward Donna's bathroom like a pair of giggling teenagers, both of them caught up in the naughtiness of their actions. Donna turned the shower on and stepped under it, letting out a playful shriek as the first burst of cold water splattered across her naked flesh.
"Ahhh! Oh my God, that feels good!"
Tracy quickly followed suit, gasping at the icy explosion of water that drenched her heated body. "Uhmmm! I have to admit, this was a good idea. But I feel so, so positively wicked! Honestly, I haven't showered with another girl since high school!"
Her voice turned into a sigh as the sharp rush of water splashed across her tits.
Her nipples sprang erect, sticking rigidly out against the chill tingle of the shower.
Donna caught sight of them and chuckled. "Well, you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. Just look at us! Here we are, a pair of sexy overheated women going to waste! Are you getting as horny as I am?"
Her own huge nipples had stiffened as well, capturing Tracy's attention.
A sudden blast of unexpected arousal raced through Tracy's cunt. She tried to laugh her friend's question off, a sheepish blush spreading across her cheeks.
"God, you get more disgusting every day! Can't we just concentrate on one thing at a time? And besides, I think you'd have a little more success discussing that particular problem with your husband rather than confiding in me." Tracy laughed.
She reached for the soap.
"Oh, so I'm disgusting, am I? Just because I have the nerve to admit when I'm horny as hell! And don't think you're fooling me. We've known each other too long for that, Tracy, and I happen to know that you always were every bit as hot-cunted as me. Are you really going to stand there and tell me those luscious tits of yours couldn't use a good hard sucking right now? Look at them, they're aching for action!"
She stuck out her hands and captured Tracy's tits, palming the meaty orbs.
"Donna!"
It happened so suddenly that neither of them was prepared for the eruption of mutual excitement that ripped through their cunts, fanning a blaze that had been simmering in each of them throughout the morning.
Even at her most uninhibited, Donna would never have believed herself capable of fondling her best friend's tits.
But that was just what she did now, running her thumbs across the blonde's fat nipples in an intimate caress that made them get even stiffer.
"There, you see? Are you going to stand there and pretend that you wouldn't like to have these precious tits of yours given a good sucking?"
She dipped her head. Her pink tongue darted out, swiping across one bloated nipple so suddenly that Tracy could only gasp.
"Ahhh, Donna, stop that! Stop it!" she yelped, and tried to pull away. But it didn't stop the gush of steamy heat that rippled in her cunt as her nipple stiffened even more.
And it didn't stop Donna from sticking her tongue out again and lashing across the other thick nipple.
Despite herself, Tracy melted in a fiery rush of heat as her nipple was teased to stiff, quivering sensitivity. Almost without realizing it, she shoved her tit forward, mashing it to the redhead's face for even more attention as Donna gulped in as much as her mouth would hold and sucked on it for all it was worth. "Ooooh! Oooooh that, that feels so nice!" Both women groaned, caught up in their actions. Donna slurped and chewed the trembling nipple between her lips until it
She writhed like an eel beneath the sharp spray which splashed across both their bodies, her cries rising to wails of ecstasy as the first ripples of orgasm quaked within her.
Donna sensed the approaching climax as well. Crouched in the tub with her mouth buried in the blonde's cunt and her tongue fucking deep up Tracy's juicy pussy-hole, she slid a hand down between her soaked thighs and without hesitation shoved three fingers up the wet channel of her own aching cunt.
Letting out a muffled cry to match Tracy's hoarse sobs, she began to finger-fuck herself with hard, hungry stabs, smashing the heel of her hand hard against her clit and devouring Tracy's delectable gold-trimmed pussy with even greater urgency as they soared to mutual, twisting jolts of climax.
It was Tracy who came first, heaving in violent shudders as her orgasm ripped through her tongue-stuffed pussy. She convulsed deliriously, shrieking like a banshee.
"Ohhhhh! You're doing it, bitch! I'm cumming! Cumming! Aaahhh! Guuunnhhhh!"
For a timeless moment the two women were aware of nothing but their own orgasms, both of them panting and thrashing in a haze of utter abandon that left Tracy limp and weak-kneed, slumping back against the shower wall.
She sighed, her glazed blue eyes fluttering and her pussy still twitching as Donna's tongue gave a few last flicks, then slipped from her cunt.
When Donna finally rose, her lips were stretched in a broad smile. She gave a husky chuckle, not a bit abashed at her shameful actions.
"There. Now admit it, lover, didn't that feel nice? Wasn't it just the perfect way to cool off after a hard day's shopping? Doesn't that pussy of yours feel much more relaxed after a little friendly licking?"
Hardly able to stand and still gasping breathlessly, Tracy had to admit the truth. "Yes! Oh, you win! That felt so damned nice! Are you satisfied now?"
"Not yet, darling. Oh no, I'm not quite satisfied yet. But with a little help from you, I expect to get my share of satisfaction right now." She was already moving forward. "Now, how about repaying the favor, Tracy? See how big and rosy you've got my nipples? They need sucking! Uhmmm, they need it so bad! Suck my tits for me, lover! Suck them like a good girl, just the way I sucked yours!"
She abruptly shifted in a motion that slapped one meaty tit against Tracy's face, plunging the fat nipple between her lips before she had time to react.
It happened so fast that Tracy had no opportunity to muster up resistance. Her mouth was filled with slick tit-flesh, and Donna was urging her on.
"Milk it, lover! Milk my tit for me! Feel how wet and juicy it is? Milk it! Ahhh, yes, that's right! That's perfect! Yes!"
Tracy's lips clamped around the slippery bud of the inflated nipple and began to slurp, while her tongue danced across its rubbery surface with an eagerness she wouldn't have believed of herself.
She was actually sucking and smacking on another woman's tit just as naturally as if it was something she did every day!
But so many wild events had takqn place in her life already that a bit of friendly tit-sucking hardly seemed to matter.
And as she lapped and mouthed the ripe nipple for all she was worth, she felt Donna's fingers slip between her thighs and tickle at her inflamed cunt-lips.
One finger dipped inside her, and then another. They fucked up into her wet pussy with quick, eager jabs.
Groaning aloud, Tracy sucked all the harder as Donna began to finger-fuck her.
"Unnnhhh, that feels so good! Suck my tits just like that! Suck them until they ache! Oh, you sweet darling, you're doing so nicely!" she gasped delightedly as Tracy switched from one rigid nipple to the other, nipping and chewing and gulping on both meaty orbs with all her might.
At the same time, Tracy's pussy spasmed around the redhead's fingers, splashing fuck-juices into her cupped palm.
Tracy acted like a woman possessed. Totally caught up in the waves of horniness that swept through her, she abruptly pulled from Donna's big thrusting tits and gave a hoarse groan. There was no hiding the wicked lust that seethed within her as she mewled like an uninhibited animal in heat.
"Oh, fuck, I can't stand it! I want your pussy, Donna! I want to eat it and fuck it with my tongue! Give it to me, you horny bitch! Give me your fucking cunt! Damn you, I want it now!"
She pulled the willing redhead to the floor of the tub and twisted into a sixty-nine position.
Her drooling cunt was poised above the woman's face, and her head hovered between Donna's thighs as she got her first unobstructed look at the woman's soaked, gaping slash of pussy-flesh. It yawned open amidst its tangle of glossy red curls, its fat, slippery lips flaring wide with invitation, the thick, hooded clit throbbing like a pleasure button just waiting to be pressed.
Tracy swooped in, burying her face in Donna's bushy cunt.
Her tongue plunged up Donna's fuck-slot. In the same motion, her ass revolved downward, grinding her cunt hard on her friend's lips as Donna gave an ecstatic cry of excitement.
"Yes, you sweet little slut! Eat it all you want! Eat my cunt!"
The gasps of both women were stifled then, as each rammed her tongue up the other's cunt and began to fuck it in and out with unleashed fury.
Tracy had never experienced anything like it before. In all her wildest fantasies she'd never dreamed of finding herself sprawled atop her best friend, her mouth fastened to Donna's cunt and her pussy pressed against Donna's face, while the stinging rush of the shower splashed across their thrashing bodies in a crescendo of sensation.
But it was happening. And as fresh orgasm built up inside her, she attacked Donna's creamy cunt mbre furiously than ever, swallowing burst after burst of tangy fuck-juice and drilling her tongue deep for more.
Each woman sobbed into the other's cunt, soaking up every last twang of climax, until they were totally drained and breathless.
They lay entwined like that, gasping and clinging together, until Tracy weakly rose and turned to confront her friend, her lips twitching into a smile.
"Well, are you satisfied now? Did that cool you off, Donna? I hope so, because it certainly did me!"
"Mmmmm, yes! Oh yesss, that was perfect! Ahhhhh!" Donna purred gratefully.