Incest/Taboo Masturbation Club

Mr. Ever Ready, quickly turning into Mr. Insatiable certainly wasn't any twelve inches for sure, but he was sure starting to get hard enough to feel that big. The "game" really was " A foot" after all. David thought to himself. Whatever your heart desires. David responded.

My, you really are a salesman aren't you?

Once again she gave him that slightly upturned corner smile.

They were just passing the sixth floor.

She glanced down directly at his crotch. His cock was completely and fully aroused at this point. Much longer in this state, and he would indeed start producing that Pacific Ocean'al "wet-spot".

Rub it through your pants for me while I watch.

This had been more of a command than a request. And David immediately began caressing the bulge, which was clearly defined now inside his slacks.

They traveled three additional floors while David stood there leaning against the far wall of the elevator, rubbing and touching himself in this way for her. That "wet-spot" indeed suddenly manifesting itself in the suddenly soaked though stain of pre-cum that had surfaced.

Rub that "spot" harder for me. Shelly said, again, more of a command than a request.

David had produced so much "juice" at this point that it was actually turning into a frothy, milky-white texture on the outside of his pants as he dragged his finger across the surface of it for her.

Four floors later, the elevator slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened, and a young couple got on. David was forced to drop his hands down to the front of his crotch in an effort to conceal the rather large and very obvious spot that had been created there.

Shelly was smiling, but wasn't looking at him directly. Acting as though she were simply sharing the space with three complete total strangers, which David nearly was.

The elevator stopped on the floor where all the restaurants were. And the couple got off.

Once again the doors closed, and they started going up once again.

I can "smell" you. Shelly said. I can smell, I can almost taste your cum. I bet that "they" could too. She added, referring to the couple that had just gotten off the elevator.

That's ok. That guy was staring down your jacket too; staring at your tits I'm sure. Did you see his wife nudge him when they got off?

David was lying of course, he'd never noticed if the guy had in fact been looking, though it was entirely possible he may have been. And his wife or girl friend certainly hadn't nudged him when they exited either, but he was pretty sure Shelly with a B hadn't seen anything one way or another.

He watched her face flush for only the first time.

And I don't think I'm the only one with a sexy-sensual aroma either.

Shelly turned to him then, pulled aside the lapel that had been tucked inside her pants, and allowed one magnificently shaped "mature" breast to peek out at him.

He saw her reach over, rub the dark tan nipple, watched her areola pucker and harden, crinkling the surrounding tissue quite erotically as she did.

David started to approach her.

Auh ah....she said. Shaking her head no, putting her breast back where it belonged as she did.

Just then, the elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor.

David followed her out of the elevator to one of two Penthouse doors located on this floor. A small receptional hallway divided the two. Shelly turned left, walked the short distance to her door, and once again inserted her coded key card into the slot.
David followed immediately behind her, and closed the door as he entered.

The room was magnificently furnished. It was spacious and gave the impression of someone's home rather than that of a Hotel room, even a nice one like those he stayed in himself.

The walls were of a deep forest green with an offsetting wainscoting of Mauve colored patterns giving a look and feel to the room of elegance and comfort all rolled up into one.

Shelly walked over about mid way through the room, stood by one of the color coordinated high wing-backed chairs, and slid out of her jacket, dropping it into the seat of the chair.

She turned slowly once again to face him. And believe it or not, David caught the smile on her face before he caught the look of her bare breasts as she turned to face him.

When he did look, he had to suck in a nice long deep breath before expelling it outwards nearly as slowly.

You. Have. Lovely. Breasts. Each word spoken slowly, each word a sentence in and of itself, he could not have stated so any differently. For they indeed were beautiful and so erotically hypnotizing to him as he stood there, looking at her and drinking in their equally matched elegance to the room.

One again he made a move to approach her. But once again she stopped him in his tracks with her words.

Take your pants off. And then, "please" she added. No longer the commands as had been made earlier in the evening. This one, dripping with a certain huskiness that had not been their previously, on the "edge" perhaps, sultry in a way even, but this one far more urgently and needful.

David even took the belt off slowly and teasingly. This time, she was standing in a hypnotic state as she watched him.

He reached down, added to the slow drama and slowly unzipped his pants.

He'd never thought of himself as one of those muscular, ruggedly handsome kind of guys, the type that performed at clubs, the Chip and Dales type of hunks that stripped and performed while wild frenzied women sang out cat-calls and whistled for them to take off their clothing. Yet....

In a small silly sort of way, though certainly without the cat-calls and wild frenzied noises, he was standing here, stripping as sexily for her as it was possible for him to do, short of suddenly producing tear away slacks and slinging them around in the air over is head before throwing them at her.

His pants simply dropped to the floor instead.

He "was" wearing a pair of black silk boxer shorts however. It had been her only "specific" request. The only one Emily had told him about anyway. And he had purchased them on his way over to the Hotel, had gone into the men's room and changed out of his shorts into these. Mr. Ever Ready liked the way they felt around him, soft - smooth, like wearing a pussy in some respects, and they had certainly added to his highly maintained level of arousal all night long.

David could tell almost immediately by the look on her face that she was elated to discover that he had indeed purchased and worn the black silk boxer shorts she'd requested.

And she very nearly walked over to him at that point, but caught herself instead.

I want to see you rub your cock through the shorts she once again near commanded him. But the edge to her voice had gone from husky to near breathless and lusty, still half between commanding, and pleading.

He rubbed his cock for her, outlined it through the material of his black glistening shorts. He looked down, watching himself doing it so that he could see, and perhaps better define for her the shape and look of his erect hard cock beneath the fabric.
A chalky white stain appeared, which he noticed was now dried and somewhat caked upon the front of his boxers. It flaked slightly in a tiny white snowfall of dried lubrications, from his previous excitements and cock's head leaking.

Shelly now rubbed her breasts then, crossing her hands in front of one another so as to easily access her self, cupping and playing with the soft gentle under slopes of each magnificent tit. David watched as she lifted one of her heavy breasts up to her mouth, watched as she snaked a tongue out to meet the swollen, stiff -nippled nubbin of sensitive flesh that awaited her self-given pleasure.

Take it out now and play with it for me. Her voice nearly a hoarse whispering now as she spoke.

This time David shook his head no.

She seemed surprised.

Show me yours, and I'll show you mine. He said teasingly. And she warmed to the new game.

Shelly stepped out of her own slacks then, tossing them carelessly aside. Next, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down.

The dark rich thatch of her pussy hair greeted him. He watched her step out of her panties, first one leg, and then the other. A brief glance of her swollen wet pink cunt lips winked at him teasingly as she did so.

Shelly braced herself against the back of one of the Wing backed chairs. Parted her legs slightly, leaning back for support, and slid one hand slowly and effortlessly up the furrow of her now fully exposed cunt.

David quickly removed his own shorts then, his cock springing forth in a turgid rigid ness of wanton desire and lust at seeing Shelly so shamelessly stroking and fingering her own glistening wet slit.

He stroked his shaft downwards, slowly, ever so slowly, stripping the knob of his cock from any excess wrinkling of skin, tautening the smooth shiny bulbous head of his prick as he skinned back his cut foreskin, allowed the expectant drop of clear liquid cum-drop to appear and lay glistening in expectant need at the end of his tiny eye-fuck slit.

He'd done this on purpose. He'd watched her watching him. Knew she was losing control now. Her fingers moved more quickly then, she finger-fucked herself with ever-increasing need and desire. She reached down, spreading her pussy lips apart. David could see her tiny hooded clitoris peeking out then, and she unmasked it, rubbing it, causing it to grow with ever greater need, watched as the blood of her lust colored it with a dark pink blush that matched the color which now suddenly matched her cheeks as well as her face.

He began jacking himself more forcefully now. The long strokes suddenly shortening, though increasing with the tempo, which he now matched as her, finger encircled and danced atop the surface of her tiny penis.

His lubrications were near freely flowing then as well, and David used his juices to produce the same sounds and sensations that he so loved making when he sat pleasuring himself at home. The slippery, sticky, suck-splash-suck sounds that his hand began to make as it captured his juices between the surface of his hand and the flesh of his engorged penis, turned the room into a canopy of erotic, dirty thought provoking sounds of sensual display.

Shelly matched his sounds, matched the noise his cock was producing in the liquid pools that he used to play with it in. Her own cunt was dripping. Rivers of her female nectar cascaded in little streams of her own essence, she captured each with her hand, reapplied it to her quim, fingered it, played in it and with it. Made her pussy begin to produce the wonderful "frothy" sounds as her juices accumulated, increased, and began to whip into a cream of thick texture and substance which David could easy see being produced, even at this slight distance across the room from her.

Are you close yet? Her words were slurred and drunken.

David could only nod his head, and somehow managed to add, Yessssssss like a hissing snake.

I want you to come on my tits. I want you to squirt your fuck cream on my boobs David.

And he came to her then.

Touch me. She said simply.

He put his hand on her quivering cunt, felt her tiny clit nub. And Shelly exploded.

Likewise, his cock suddenly lurched.

Her hand jacked him off in a flurry of need, piston-like in the up and down pumping of his erection with a speed that was near painful, her grasp upon him choking out the spunk which flew from the tip of his prick in thick creamy white globs to land so perfectly against her breasts.

The first so intense, so excruciatingly sweet, that it shot upwards in an arching cascade to land upon her shoulder nearly, and then ran like a burst damn to cover the upper crescent shape of her tit.

The second spurt caught within the confines of her fingers, and she purposely caught it there, in order to feel it, to luxuriate in it as she continued stroking him. She did direct then his forth, fifth, and six copious ejaculations, against her breasts, covering both nipples in his white cream which ran in rivulets down her soft sloped breasts to fall with little "pats" of pooled cum-droplets against her tummy, some on downwards to her feet as well.

David remained as well with his own finger still toying with her gushing cunt. Only when he knew the contractions and spasiming had ceased did he finally un-cunt his finger, slipping it out from her with a gushy wet popping sound as he did.

He kissed her then, passionately, and they stood fucking one another with their tongues momentarily until dizziness set in for both of them.

Shelly broke the embrace, lifted one of her still wet fingers to his lips, and he tasted her on them, licked them clean like a kid licking off the frosting from a spoon.

She strode over to his fallen black silk shorts then, stooped over picking them up and walked back towards him where she used them to remove the last remaining traces of his sperm which hung coated and in little balls of sticky now almost rubberized substance against his pubic hair.

She rubbed her breasts and stomach with them as well, cleaning his cum from her to some degree.

These are mine. She stated. Once again in command and control. He watched her walk towards the bedroom. She turned once to look at him, that beautiful erotic smile of hers as she did.

Don't be surprised if you get a call tomorrow. She tossed him

But I really must get some sleep now. I have to get up early for the Seminar.

She held David's black silk shorts against her breast, blew him a kiss.

Goodnight David. She said.

See you tomorrow.

Ever since the 'party' and the wild erotic tales that David had been sharing with her, Anna had been dancing on a higher plain of eroticism and excitement. It seemed that nearly everywhere she looked, she imagined men and women masturbating. The woman, alone on the far back seat of the bus for example. And she could almost see herself in that woman's place, in her position, touching herself in oh so many sensual and pleasurable ways!

Even as she took her early morning walks, looking up into the bathroom windows as she strolled by, lights on, men and women taking showers before work. How many of them? How many of them were fingering wet open splits, or hard erect pricks?

Anna's own cunt, flowing with excitement as these illicit, naughty thoughts danced inside her head. She stopped at the corner. A car pulling up to the stop sign, a young teenage couple sitting closely together on their way to school. Was she in fact, the young girl with long blonde hair, sitting next to her boyfriend, Letterman's Jacket so clearly and proudly being worn? Was she even then busily stroking that nice young firm cock of his on their way to school?

These thoughts and more, much more, swam through Anna's mind as she walked along for her early morning jaunt.

She knew as well, with David in San Diego on business, and no doubt engaged in some type of 'appointment' or another, having been arranged by Emily, that with him away for the better part of a week, she'd be doing a lot of self pleasuring!

She couldn't explain the sudden increased awareness however, whether real or imagined that she had been experiencing lately. All she knew was that for whatever reason, she was constantly horny.

Checking her watch, she realized then that she was running late. She needed to head home quickly, take her shower, and hopefully be ready by the time Judy, her friend and Partner in her business came by to pick her up for work.

She and Judy ran a small little out of the way bookstore. Not the kind that dealt with 'Best Sellers', or anything like that. There were far too many National Chains around to have any hope of competing with those. No, this was a used or hard to find type of bookstore. Sometimes exchanges were the only currency, like for like paperback books and such. So for Anna and Judy, it was more of a hobby and a way to pass the time rather than sitting around doing nothing or making any real money.

It was also Judy's week to drive. Something else they could have done individually, but as they so enjoyed one another's company, it was far more pleasurable to spend the time together sharing the ride to work.

Anna finished her shower, dressed, and managed to get downstairs just as Judy knocked, opening the door letting her self in.

"Coffee!"

"Over there kiddo!" As was usually the case, the first words ever out of Judy's mouth in the morning were either "coffee" or if she was really excited, she had a nasty habit of saying, "Fuck me!" But that was the crude, rude, vulgar side of Judy that Anna found so humanly open and honest about her dear friend.

They always allowed themselves a few extra minutes to sit, have a cup of coffee before heading off to work. And today was no exception, except that with everything Anna had been thinking and feeling lately, she wanted to ask Judy a very specific question.

If Judy hadn't been the person that she was, she might never have considered asking, even if they were the best of friends. But under the circumstances, she didn't figure that Judy would have any problem with it. At least she hoped that she wouldn't.

"Judy?" Anna began, pausing and taking a breath before she continued.

Judy looked up at her, still stirring one sugar, one splash of milk in her coffee, and saw that Anna was struggling with the question.

"Spit it out girlfriend! What's on that mind of yours anyway?"

"That's just it Judy. You'd be surprised what's been on my mind lately. And all the time too!"

Now Judy looked at her friend with wide-eyed curiosity and interest. But she didn't prompt her any further. She just continued stirring her coffee with her spoon and waited patiently for Anna to summon the courage to tell her whatever it was that was obviously bothering her.

"You do masturbate right?" Anna finally managed to ask.

It wasn't the subject matter that surprised Judy, but the question itself. It caught her off guard coming from Anna that she nearly tipped her cup over in response.

"Damn girl, I didn't see that one coming, and no pun intended either! Fuck me, if you aren't full of surprises this morning!"

Hearing that put Anna at ease. They'd certainly discussed sex before, often in fact. Sharing amusing little secrets about their respective husbands, particularly erotic or romantic evenings they'd each spent and enjoyed. But never in all this time had the subject of masturbation ever been discussed. Until now.

"Well? Do you?" Anna persisted in asking her.

"Of course I do! Don't you?"

"Sure, occasionally, but not nearly as often as I seem to be doing lately. And lately, it's all the time. Even at work, I get so horny thinking about things, imagining things that I have to go into the little-girls room and give myself some temporary relief!"

Judy laughed, stood up and walked over to the kitchen wall phone.

"What are you doing?" Anna asked her.

"Calling Susan, she'll need to open up this morning. We're going to be running a bit later than usual. This isn't something I want to discuss on the drive in to work. Now, go pour me another cup of coffee and then we'll start at the beginning."

Susan was just out of High School and worked for them during the day. They'd often relied on her and Bradley another young kid who was still in school, but who would be graduating this year, who did odd jobs for them on a part-time basis.

"You'd better tell Susan to call Bradley too, see if he can come in to help. We're going to be really late!"

Judy gave Anna a questioning look, smiled, and winked even as Susan finally answered on her end.

"Ok Anna, so just what is it, and why, did you ask me if I played with myself?"

Though she hadn't repeated the question back to her exactly choosing to say 'played with myself" rather than 'masturbate', Anna got from that, in simple terms, that Judy was finding the whole conversation quite stimulating.

Anna told her then how it seemed that everywhere she looked, everywhere she went, she wondered, or imagined men or women masturbating, fooling around, or 'getting it on' which was another one of Judy's favorite sayings. She asked her again, knowing now of course that she did 'play with herself", "How often do you?" she asked. "What do you think about while you are, or do you just play with yourself in order to feel good and nothing more?" she continued questioning. "What toys do you use, or do you even use any?" Anna sat rattling off questions without even waiting for a response.

"Whoa girl! Fuck me, but you're certainly on one this morning!"

Anna did stop then, realizing what this must have sounded like to her friend.

"Something's got your motor running. I haven't seen you this worked up or excited since the time you and I caught that couple in the woods two years ago, doing a sixty-nine on each other while we were on that hike!"

Anna remembered that incident too, and calmed down, though still breathless, laughing. "Yes. I remember. I had a quickie cum standing there watching them."

"A quickie cum?"

And now Anna had something else to explain to her, but not now. "Never mind about that now, I'll explain that one to you later!"

"Bet your ass girlfriend! Sounds like something I'd enjoy hearing about!"

Anna poured them both a fresh cup of coffee, finally sitting down once again across from Judy at the table.

"The reason I asked you is because I have been masturbating more than I ever have before in my entire life! Constantly it seems. And I was just wondering if it was normal, if I was normal, or maybe that menopause is coming on or something and so its fucking up my hormones."

Judy held in a laugh, unsure if Anna was yanking her chain or actually being serious. Serious enough to be honestly worried about it.

"Kiddo, I masturbate constantly if that's what you wanted to hear. Probably not each and every day mind you, but several times a week at least. So, does that make you feel any better?"

Anna wasn't sure if it did or not actually. But hearing Judy admit to her that she did at least, put her at ease enough to continue.

"That was me too," she began. "A couple of times a week at least, even when David was home and we were fucking like kids every single day. But this is different. I'm doing it every day, and sometimes twice or more. I just seem to be constantly hot, constantly aroused, and constantly thinking about watching other men or women, it doesn't seem to matter. I just imagine everyone doing it!" Using one of Judy's favorite terms to punctuate her own thoughts.

Judy leaned back in the kitchen chair she was sitting in, studying her friend.

"Well something's caused this sudden overwhelming desire and need. Do you have any idea what might have caused it?"

Of course Anna did. But she wasn't sure how Judy would feel hearing about it. Even as open and uninhibited as her friend truly was, sharing something like what she and David had recently experienced, having gone to that wild and crazily erotic party was something she wasn't sure Judy would fully understand.

Sensing her hesitation, Judy stood up once again and went back over to the wall phone.

"Now who are you calling?" Anna asked.

"Susan. We're not only going to be late. We're not coming into day at all either!"

Anna spent the next two and a half hours telling Judy everything, in every minute detail imaginable. More than once she watched as Judy shifted uncomfortably in her seat and even recommended they go into David's den where he had two very comfortable soft leather chairs sitting next to his computer.

They walked in; Judy had never been in David's den before, and immediately sat down facing one another.

"Nice," Judy commented, surveying the room. "How come the two chairs sitting like this next to the computer?"

Anna's face flushed, and she giggled.

"David and I have cybered with other couples from time to time in here. The chairs are comfortable and sensuous, especially when you're naked and sitting in them," she offered.

"Fuck me!" Judy exclaimed. "Well if you aren't the original Dr. Jekyl and Mrs. Hyde?"

They both shared a laugh over that one, and then Anna once again began telling her about all the adventures that David had been experiencing ever since he'd first come across that ad in the sex magazine advertising the Masturbation Club.

Judy didn't even try to hide her growing excitement this time. As Anna sat there telling her, sharing with her everything that David had finally and openly admitted to doing and having recently done, Judy simply sat with wide-eyed interest and ever-increasing arousal.

Anna saw Judy absentmindedly touching herself once or twice while she painted the pictures of the party, or shared the stories that David described to her, including an incredible encounter with a woman named Shelly and how she had used a myriad of different vegetables to masturbate with while David had watched.

Anna's pussy was by this time of course sopping wet. She considered briefly, allowing herself to have one of her "quickie" cums, but though that would temporarily quench the rapidly building fire between her legs, it would only serve to heighten the need and desire to have an even stronger one a short time afterwards. That, and catching her friend Judy occasionally dropping a hand into her own lap, softly and lightly caressing that same burning area between her legs wasn't helping much either.

There was a sexual, even sensual tension in the air that you could have cut with an "Ooowee-gooey" butter knife. Another one of Judy's famous sayings when she'd referred in the past to the way Robbie, her husband loved to watch his cum dripping all over Judy's cunt or titties when he'd shot a nice hot load on her.

And Anna sat there, seeing that image as though it were real, as though Judy's beautiful downy covered soft fur covered cunt was actually there, with her husbands thick sticky baby-batter splattered all over it, she realized she'd zoned out when Judy's voice brought her back from that decadently wicked thought.

"Hey kiddo! You still there? What the hell are you sitting here thinking about anyway?" Judy asked pointedly, smiling with what Anna immediately knew to be similar thoughts. And so... Anna told her.

Anna began to tell her and describe in detail the sudden little imaginary, "wide-fucking-awake", fantasy she'd had sitting there in the space of two minutes, which is how she'd described it. "So you see what I mean Judy? Everywhere I look, almost everything I ever think about has me zoning out like that, imagining. Shit...even about you!"

To Anna's complete and total surprise, Judy reached down, unzipped her jeans, and began pulling them off.

It was like being in a dream, and watching another one. As Anna continued to describe various sexual fantasy's that she'd been thinking and wondering about lately, she watched as her long time friend Judy, slowly stripped, removing every single stitch of clothing that she had on.

At nearly fifty, give or take a few years, as Anna truly didn't know how old her friend really was, she had an incredible body for her age, which she'd admiringly stack up against anyone's! Judy wore her dark auburn hair shoulder length, which gave her an even younger anyway, her breasts, wonderfully full and beautifully proportioned gave just a hint of her true maturity. They certainly weren't the boobs of a teenager, or even a women in her twenty's or early thirty's, but they were amongst the most beautiful that Anna had ever seen. And she'd certainly seen more than a few at the 'Club' that night. Judy's areola were massive, perhaps the largest she'd ever seen before either, completely covering the entire front portion of her breasts, with large erect nipple's that looked like tiny little thumbs of aroused flesh sticking up and off her boobs as she stood there.

Anna couldn't help herself, and as her eyes traveled down the taut, still relatively firm tummy that Judy had, she caught the faintest trace of a thin little line of dark hair that seemed to travel down a short distance from her belly button as though pointing the way to the bikini trimmed portion of her even darker pubic patch.

She realized her own hand was gently encircling and rubbing against her own quivering pussy. However long she'd been sitting there doing that, she had no idea!

And the dream within the dream continued.

Judy had slowly crossed the short distance to her friend, reaching down, taking Anna's hands in hers, gently lifting her to her feet. In the next instant, she began unbuttoning the blouse that Anna had put on that morning. Having completed that task, she popped the button on her jeans and slowly began pulling the zipper down.

She stood before her friend, still clad in a sheer white bra and matching panties. Panties that were soaked with the essence of her need and desire.

Judy cupped her not nearly as large, but equally full breasts in her hand, thumbed her stiff nipples through the thin material of the bra until they stood hard, pointed, and pressing against the material, begging to be released.

In a motion of skilled ease and dexterity that only women who'd been doing it for years could appreciate, Judy reached behind Anna, drawing her towards her in the process and unclasped the bra with one hand, still cupping, still caressing her breast with the other one.

Only then did she step slightly away, still holding her, allowing the brassier to fall naturally from her shoulders.

Anna shrugged it off the rest of the way, allowing it to slip down her arms falling almost lazily towards the floor between them. Once again Judy stepped towards her, closing the distance, and this time bent to suckle, fingering one of Anna's hard-tipped breasts.

Anna felt her tongue encircle it, softly suckle, then tease it with the tip of her tongue in fast moving little flicks of fleetingly rapid teases and tit-numbing pleasures. She basked in the heavenly pleasure as Judy continued to nip at her, licking her, sending wave after wave of intense gratifying pleasure and ecstasy coursing up and down her spine.

She was so in-tune with this pleasure, that she was quite unprepared for the sudden unexpected, but certainly not wanted nor invited touch as Judy's hand slipped down to cup Anna's soft mound through the thin material of her lace panties.

She began to drag a long trimmed nail atop of the crease that her cunt suddenly seemed to suck up inside herself. Her panties pressed inward, in a weird way, effectively molding themselves to her lips, as well as against her more than aroused firm fat little clit-nub.

Judy stroked her there too. Her hand lingered, her finger entwining itself over and over, back and forth, circling this way around it, then reversing direction and circling back around it the other way.

"Fuck me!" Judy moaned. But it was spoken softly, almost with an awed tone of wonderment and adoration for what she was experiencing, as well as feeling. And in a way she was. For as she touched her, and as Anna now reached to touch Judy as well, they each knew, each understood what it was exactly that they were doing to one another, and in doing that, what was about too happen too.

Judy finally peeled the flimsy scant panties down Anna's legs then, and while almost kneeling on the floor, she took that moment to look upwards.

"Spread your lips for me."

Anna parted her legs slightly, reaching down with her own hands, effortlessly parting her cunt lips. Her clitoris, which she knew as being rather large, extended in an almost near erection of blood engorged excitement. Stripped of its thin fleshy covering as she spread her pussy lips as far apart as was humanly possible for her to do, she felt Judy's mouth once again capture it, flicking her tongue against it in much the same way that she had done to her nipples.

After several, yet too short minutes of this exquisite torture, Judy stood up, pressing her breasts against Anna's. Her hand slid downwards, taking the place where her tongue had been only moments ago. She placed a single soft smooth finger against Anna's liquid quim and began moving it slowly, tenderly, up and down Anna's well lubricated and now dripping slit.

Likewise, Anna's own hand sought out and found Judy's equally juicy feeling cunt. As one, she began to emulate the stroking pattern, touches and caresses that she herself was experiencing.

Finally, the teasing, the touching, the light fingering caresses were too much...and not enough. Anna took charge of their play, taking Judy's hand in hers' leading Judy over to the soft leather couch, which matched the two chairs they had begun in.

Sitting side by side now, Anna lifted her right leg, crossing it over Judy's left one. Each woman displaying themselves before the other in a totally obscene posture of open- cunted exhibitionism, fingers once again playing, dipping into hot honey pots of sweet oozing nectar.

Anna knew what she liked, and as though masturbating herself, she began to slowly pat the upper portion of Judy's pussy, ensuring brief, yet firm contact against Judy's clit with the palm of her hand. In the near instantaneous moment it took to do that, her slim middle finger slipped easily within the folds of Judy's fur covered slit, disappearing, in the brief pat of her friend's sex, to once again land, then once again disappearing. Over and over she 'pitty-patted' Judy's heavily leaking cunt, her own female juices bubbling up and converging in a pearly pool of femine cream.

Judy soon joined her in the dance of fingers. And they played upon each other in perfect harmony, in perfect absolute rhythm and pleasure. "Pity -Pat, Pity- Pat, Pity-Pat...slap!" Went the sounds and the play of the eroticism being shared.

Over and over, back and forth until the tempo increased as well as the erotically sounding play of their hands on one another, now slightly rougher, certainly louder.

"Pity-Pat, Pat. Pity Pat, Pat, Pity Pat, Pat...slap, pat slap!"

With a frenzy borne of hot wanton desire, Anna and Judy petted one another's cunts, fingers digging now, searching reaching, imploring and exploring in an effort to bring about the release that was already gushing towards the surface in white Hot frothy sounding squishes and squashes as their cunts drooled streams, and then rivers of slick-near syrupy cunt cream.

"Get me there! Get me there! Get me there you fucking, cunt fucking, finger fucking bitch!" Judy began wailing uncontrollably.

She was hanging there...on the edge, Anna reached over, taking her nipple between her fingers, squeezing it. And as though pushing the very button itself, Judy's cunt exploded in a rapturous explosion of near overwhelming relief.

Anna sunk her finger inside her as deeply as possible, holding it there, but fingering still, reaching for the far back wall of her cunt as though able to penetrate the very entrance to her womb itself.

Anna thrilled in the sensation of Judy's contractions, felt the insides of her cunt clasping and unclasping her finger, as though milking it like a tiny slim penis. And only when the contractions slowed to hardly more than a soft felt throb did she finally release her, finally withdraw her slick cum covered fingers, now licking her best friends juices lovingly from her own hand.

Judy sat beside Anna, looking at her with a mixture of emotions, from lust to disbelief, back to desire and uninhibited giddiness. She stroked her own wet pussy, felt and briefly played in the still over abundant moisture that she found there as though trying to once again recapture that instant, felt only moments ago, that she had been swimming in.

Judy turned slightly, the gesture itself enough to indicate her purpose without need for words being spoken. Legs still crossed as they had been already, it was but a moment for Anna to understand the move, and the intended purpose of their coupling. Easily, she slid with her, under her, and brought her pussy into direct contact with Judy's, and like two mouths suddenly kissing, pressing up and against one another in a fiery embrace, the passion, the need, and the desire once again rose to a crescendo of unbelievable proportions.

Slowly, softly, almost negligibly, were their movements against one another at first. And their lips did kiss one another. Clits touched, licked and throbbed against one another playfully, hungrily. Sounds of lust filled the air, cunt hungry slurping sloshed and swam, spitting and sucking against one another in total and complete obscenity. Like tongues hungrily lapping, and sucking from each other, so were their combined pussies pressing, grinding, sucking and kissing one another in wild abandonment.

Their coupling soon became a blur, faster and faster at they humped against one another, sliding so perfectly cunt to cunt with the aid of so much wetness, so much pearly, oily like fluid. It became a game of madness as they humped against one another, twisting, then pressing, sliding and slipping, back and forth, up and down, circular, then hard. On and on the cunt-to-cunt fuck kissing continued, and on and on the level of pleasure and passion soared to even greater heights of expectation and intensity.

Anna knew...that certain special little feeling that began to build up somewhere so deep inside her, some magical place deep within the confines of her femininity, knew when the electrifying overload of super-sensitive orgasmic relays began to short-circuit her entire body that she was rushing towards a mind blowing oblivion of gigantic proportions.

One moment, she was riding atop the crest of a magnificent wave, in the next; she was all woman, all cunt, all pussy, and all things orgasmic as she exploded into a thousand tiny white pinpricks of stars and light.

Her scream was ear splitting. But it was as though she was hearing someone else screaming, someone else, someplace else, far, far, away. Too far for her to understand, too far for her to even care. Too far. Simply too, too far away to even matter any more.

She awoke to the pleasant, clit-tingly caress of Judy's tongue bathing and cleaning her still sloppy cunt.

"Hmmmm," she purred, only then placing one of her hands atop Judy's head to lovingly caress her in someway as well.

And again she moaned as the tip of Judy's tongue probed inside, lapping softly, ever so slowly, so wonderfully slow.

She felt her nipples being tweaked then, ever so gently as well, Judy's hands having somehow between ecstasy and bliss, having captured her soft round tits, adding to the renewed and re-aroused pleasure. She closed her eyes in sweetness, feeling the second powerful orgasm begin to build.

The sound of the phone ringing, next to her on the table. She knew it would continue, spoiling the mood, the moment, and more importantly the feeling.

She groped for it, finding it, and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi babe!"

"Oh David!" She near purred into the phone. "Where are you?"

"I'm with Shelly," he said moaning in soft heated tones himself.

"She thought it would be fun for me to call you." Anna heard the sudden intake of breath, the sudden catch in his voice before he could finds words with which to speak again. "To call you and describe what it is that's she's doing to me, what she's doing to my cock!" he groaned audibly into the phone.

"Hmm, that sounds nice," Anna giggled suddenly herself.

"Boy...you sound hot!" David said curiously.

"Oh yes David. I am hot. So very fucking hot. My pussy is just lubricating with cunt juice. I've just had one very, very intense orgasm, and I am about to have another one!"​