**Another long one I had to break in half.**
It was almost midnight on a Friday evening and all was dark on that tree-lined suburban avenue save for the periodic pools of light cast by the street lights.
It would be erroneous to say that all was quiet that evening, though.
From a certain ranch-style home standing behind a well groomed lawn, the throbbing beat of a rock ‘n’ roll song seemed to be dully reverberating up from underneath. It wasn’t loud enough to inspire any of the neighbors who were still awake to hear it to call the cops and complain, but it would certainly bring the owner of the home a couple of cutting comments tomorrow if it kept playing for much longer.
And why was their loud music blaring from somewhere underneath this small home at such an ungodly hour in the first place?
The simple answer was that there was a slumber party taking place that night and the five girls who had gathered together in this home had taken the party downstairs to what had once been a dark, dank basement. Long ago remodeled into a comfortable family room, the teenagers had chosen this as the site of their party because it came equipped with a great big TV and video game system, a wet bar fully stocked with a variety of bottled water and soft drinks, a stereo system that was powerful enough to shatter glass if cranked up all the way, and some sofas with deep and soft cushions.
Gwen Shapiro happened to come downstairs just as the song was coming to an end to gather up some of the litter the girls were making and she had to smile as she listened to the teenagers enthusiastically debate the merits of the band. Hearing the passionate debate over this tune from a band she was confident would be forgotten by the end of the month really took her back to when she too had been young. This was exactly the sort of debate she and her own friends had gotten into once upon a time.
Still, she was glad that she had timed her arrival to come between songs. She had tried often enough to warn her daughter and her friends that they could damage their hearing by playing their music at such a high volume, but they didn’t listen any better than she herself had when her own mother had tried to give her that same warning.
It seems that every generation of teenagers was utterly convinced that they were invincible and immortal.
Casting a glance around the room, Gwen reflected that any heterosexual man young or old would give his left arm to be in this room right now. It was just packed with nubile young ladies between eighteen and nineteen years old and not a single one of them was fully dressed.
Gwen’s own daughter Becky was on the couch closest to the stereo and held a firm grip on it’s remote control as she vigorously argued the merits of the band. At that moment, it looked like she was wearing only a nightshirt and a pair of panties and so her long, smooth legs were visible right from her bare feet almost up to her hip.
The girl sitting on the floor in front of the couch and insisting that the group was never going to make it was named Kelly Ferraro. She was dressed in a pair of awfully short shorts so that her legs too were on display, but it was kind of hard for most people to get their eyes farther down than her chest. The T-shirt she was wearing was stretched almost to the bursting point by a very healthy pair of breasts and so it was blatantly obvious that she was not wearing a bra.
The only girl on the other couch was named Anna Mondale and it looked to Gwen like she was trying to egg the argument on by being on one side for a little while and then shifting sides. She was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and one of those little crop tops that ended just below her perky little breasts.
Over by the wet bar and doing her best to stay out of the whole argument no matter how hard Becky and Kelly were trying to enlist her to their side, was a girl named Mary Walsh. She had become a bit of a wallflower, convinced that she wasn’t very attractive thanks to her braces and freckles, but here among just her very best friends she would relax enough to let her innate beauty shine through at long last. She was dressed the most conservatively of them all in a simple pajama top and bottom set.
The fifth and final girl was Sally Turner and at the moment she was busy looking through the rack of CD’s, perhaps hinting at where she stood in the debate over that band. Like Gwen’s daughter, she was dressed in a nightshirt, though her’s was a little more modest and hung down almost to her knees.
Gwen couldn’t help but let her eyes linger for just a moment on Sally, feasting on the beauty of the teen, but she then forced herself to look away hastily. She could only hope that no one was noticing how her eyes kept tending to wander over to that particular teenaged girl as it might bring a number of questions that she just did not want to have to answer.
Flushing warmly, she busied herself with the chore that had originally brought her here.
Sally looked back over her shoulder and just stared for a long, silent moment without even realizing that she was being so obvious about it. Biting her bottom lip contemplatively, she let her eyes roam freely over this woman who was old enough to be her mother, enjoying how snugly her jeans fit and how her top seemed to almost mold itself to her full breasts.
She felt a very familiar tingle ignite deep inside her and darted a quick look around at the other girls as she did some scheming.
Going by the wet bar on her way back towards the staircase, Gwen happened to notice that the girls had already wolfed down just about all of the food she had set out for them. They would need more, she decided. “I’ll be right back with some more snacks, girls,” she told them with a warm smile, “then I’ll be out of your way.”
A huge smile lit up Sally’s face when she heard this. Her friend’s mother had given her just the opening she had been looking for!
“Oh, why don’t you let me help you with that, Mrs. Shapiro!”
Abandoning the CD rack she had once been examining so carefully, she hurried across the room and was up the stairs before anyone could react.
Even Gwen seemed a little nonplused, though she knew exactly what must be going through that girl’s mind. This was just the kind of foolish, impulsive behavior that could get them both into a whole lot of trouble, she knew all too well, but as she headed upstairs after the young woman she also knew that she was not about to refuse what was being so eagerly and willingly offered to her.
“Thank you, dear! I appreciate it!” she called after Sally even as she charged up the stairs after her.
Behind them and unseen by either Gwen or Sally, the remaining four girls just shot knowing looks at each other and let out a few exasperated moans.
* * *
Gwen had hardly arrived in the kitchen before she was grabbed bodily and yanked across to the island that dominated it’s center. In moments, she found herself leaning back against that island heavily as she received what may well have been the fiercest, most desperate kiss of her entire life.
As the girl threw her arms around her neck, Gwen slipped her’s around the teenager’s waist and pulled her in tight.
“This is crazy, Sally,” the older woman muttered breathlessly when the pair finally came up for air. “Becky is just downstairs! So are all of your very best friends! We shouldn’t be doing this now when any or all of them might come back upstairs at any moment and catch us!”
Sally wasn’t about to listen to that sort of talk though and drew her lover’s head down for another kiss. “I can’t help it. I just can’t resist you.” She kept her firm young body pressed up against the older woman’s, making sure that Gwen could feel every last inch of her. She brushed her tongue across the other woman’s lips, begging for admission, and was rewarded.
As their kisses deepened and grew ever more passionate, Gwen was helpless to resist. She was putty in this girl’s hands and had been since the very first day they started sleeping together. She had been so very worried that something just like this would happen that she had almost refused when her daughter asked if she could have this slumber party, but there just was no way to say no to Becky when she wanted something that badly.
Caressing the teenager’s back with one hand, Gwen now sent the other probing downwards in search of the bottom edge of Sally’s nightshirt.
When she found it and tugged it upwards, she was so surprised by what she felt that she had to send her other hand down there as well just to prove to herself that she had not been mistaken. All of their kissing came to an abrupt end as Gwen drew her head back in astonishment. Sally just smiled broadly at the look on her face, thoroughly enjoying having both of the older woman’s hands on her ass.
“Sally!” Gwen gasped hoarsely. “Do you mean to say that you haven’t been wearing any panties all this time?!”
“I certainly haven’t,” Sally answered promptly. “I knew that I’d be getting my hands on you at some point tonight. Underwear would have just gotten in the way.”
“But what if one of the other girls noticed?”
“I haven’t been flashing them, darling. Why do you think I chose such a long nightshirt?” A little smirk came to her face then. “Anyway, if they had noticed, I would have just told them the truth: that I am secretly screwing my best friend’s mother and, since I can’t keep my hands to myself when she is near, it’s very important that I have to be ready at all times.”
Gwen was stunned. If what was happening here were ever to become public knowledge, she didn’t even want to think about how hurt Becky would be to find out her Mom was having sex with her best friend. Then there was the little matter of how poorly Mr. and Mrs. Turner would take it if they learned that their little daughter was regularly getting naked with the divorcee down the street.
“You wouldn’t really have said that. Would you?”
Instead of answering with words, Sally responded with the kind of firm kiss that made those hands still holding onto her buttocks squeeze instinctively.
“Fuck me, baby,” the girl demanded, gazing earnestly into her eyes. “I’m going to need a good, hard fucking if I’m going to survive spending a whole night in the same house as you without giving anything away.”
Gwen was ready and willing to comply with that heartfelt plea.
* * *
“I swear to God, those two must be nymphomaniacs!” Kelly declared, leaning back onto her elbows so that she could look up the stairs after Gwen and Sally, coincidentally displaying those big boobs of her’s even more prominently.
Anna might have answered, but found her breath taken away by the sight of her friend’s big rack with such thin material covering them, the large and dark nipples standing up so very tall. She swallowed hard, certain that she was drooling but unable to tear her eyes from the feast Kelly was providing them.
Mary was quick to agree, though. “You can say that again!” She left the wet bar carrying plastic bottles of water, handing one to each of the girls. “I mean, those two are supposed to be carrying on a top secret love affair, aren’t they? Well, how secret could it be if those two never stop staring at each other, or if they are running off hand-in-hand to fool around every other minute.”
“Yeah,” Kelly agreed. She may have turned her attention from the stairs to her friend, but she was still leaning well back and unintentionally thrusting her heavy breasts up into the air. “Those two are so obvious! I can’t believe that they still think nobody knows about their little romance.”
Still fixated on the teen, Anna’s mouth was watering as she stared at her friend’s bosom.
“What I can’t believe,” Mary added, “is how comfortable you are with all of this, Becky! I mean, Sally’s supposed to be one of your best friends and yet she’s always running off to fuck your Mom! I’m not sure I could be as calm about that as you seem to be.”
Becky just shrugged with an easy smile. “Why should I get bent out of shape about it?” she wondered. “Sally has never, ever been anything but a good friend to me all of these years. It doesn’t look like she’s just playing games with my Mom either. They really seem to care a lot about each other. After the way Dad treated her before he left, I’m not going to complain about Mom spending time with someone who really cares about her.”
Mary didn’t seem convinced though. “But she’s old enough to be Sally’s mother! You don’t think this relationship is kind of unhealthy for the both of them? Shouldn’t they be looking for someone their own age? For that matter, shouldn’t they be looking for guys?”
Becky actually laughed out loud at that. “Oh, come on, Mary! You should know that we can’t pick who we fall for. I mean, if we could, Kelly wouldn’t be chasing after boys like that ass Tommy Gillespie.”
Kelly laughed, too. “Or Reggie Olsen. Or Henry Holden. I guess I do have a bit of a weakness for the bad boys.”
Anna let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she watched Kelly’s oversized breasts bounce and jiggle merrily as her friend laughed. “Yeah,” she breathed softly, almost to herself. “You just can’t help who . . . or what you might like.”
“I guess so.” Mary was silent for a long moment as she considered something. “So, what do you think it’s like? I mean, we’ve all made out with guys, some of us have even gotten laid already. Do you think it’s any different when your with a woman?”
“I don’t know if it’s any different,” answered Becky, “but considering some of the sounds I’ve heard coming out of my Mom’s bedroom when she’s been entertaining Sally in there, it sure must be a lot of fun! For them both!”
That inspired a great deal of giggling from almost all of them.
Not from Anna though, whose eyes had been wandering all over those big breasts Kelly was showing off oh, so casually. There was a faraway look in her eyes now and a wide, dreamy smile on her lips when she happily murmured, “Boy, have you ever got that right! There’s nothing in the world that’s better than getting fucked by another woman.”
A heavy, tense silence fell over the room as everything just seemed to stop at that moment. All three of her friends had frozen in place and were just staring at her in wide eyed astonishment, their mouths agape. It took some time for the weight of all of those stares to register with Anna and, when she finally snapped back to reality, the question she asked demonstrated that she did not even realize what a huge bombshell she had just dropped.
“What? What are you all looking at?”
Mary was the first to regain the power of speech. “Anna, do you mean to say that you’ve done it with another girl?!”
Anna actually gave her a startled look for a moment, as if wondering where she could have gotten that idea from. It took her a few excruciatingly long moments before she was able to think back enough to realize what had just slipped out. Her eyes instantly went even wider than her friends’ had and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
That was more than enough of an answer to satisfy the others.
“You have!” Becky gasped. “You’ve actually been to bed with a girl!”
Kelly sat up at last, pointing up the stairs. “Was it Sally or . . .”
“NO!” the answer to that question came quickly and forcefully. “Of course I haven’t been sleeping with Sally or Mrs. Shapiro!”
Mary also seemed to have a suspect in mind. “Is it our trigonometry teacher, Mrs. Windish? Is that why you’re the only one in that class who’s making a passing grade?”
Anna sighed in exasperation. “No, I’m passing trig because I study a lot. I’ve always kind of enjoyed mathematics – I seem to have a knack for figures.”
The other girl gave her a doubtful look. She did plenty of studying too and yet she was still floundering desperately in that class.
“Well, who is it then? Who did you do?” Becky asked.
Unfortunately, there was just no way that Anna could tell them that, however. That was her deepest, darkest secret and had to be guarded jealously even from her very best friends. Considering how weird they all found the relationship between Sally and Mrs. Shapiro, there was absolutely no way that she could ever expect them to understand or accept her own little lesbian affair. Incest was kind of a big deal, after all . . .
Anna shook her head with a serene smile. “It’s a secret. We don’t want anybody to know that we are doing it and so I couldn’t tell you unless she gave me her permission. I don’t see that happening, either.”
“But we’re your best friends in the whole wide world!” Mary protested. “You know that we can keep a secret.”
Anna didn’t know any such thing. What she did now was that if the secret was hot enough and juicy enough, these girls would have it spread all over both the school and then the town before the day was out. Still, there seemed to be no point in debating that and maybe hurting someone’s feelings. “I can’t even tell my best friends in the whole wide world. This is a secret for just me and her.”
“But . . .”
“Look, I can’t tell you! Okay? I know you’re all dying of curiosity now but I just can’t tell you! You’ll just have to take my word for it that doing a girl is way different from doing a guy and that lesbian sex is the hottest, most sensuous thing ever!”
That outburst finally put a stop to all of the questions the girls had been pestering her with and so once again a long, heavy silence fell over the family room. This one seemed to last even longer than the last and was starting to grow a little uncomfortable before it was finally broken by a soft, almost timid voice.
“I saw you looking at Kelly, Anna,” Mary told her soberly. “Were you checking her out?”
Kelly looked quite startled to hear this. She looked to Mary and asked, “Was she?” Her eyes turned to Anna then and she asked, “Were you?”
Anna ducked her head in embarrassment. “Yes, I was.”
Kelly’s eyes drifted downwards to her own bosom. She knew that she owned a pair of breasts that drew long, drooling stares from every man she had ever met. And if they were enough to make fools of men, might they also be just the thing to attract women?
“Anna? Were you scoping out my big titties?”
Anna seemed a bit ashamed of herself for having been caught red-handed studying her friend’s physique so closely. The last thing she wanted was for all of her friends to be so uncomfortable around her that they wouldn’t spend any more time with her. “I’m sorry, Kelly, but I’m afraid I was.”
“Do you really like them?”
Was it Anna’s imagination, or was a throaty purr starting to make an appearance in the other girl’s voice? Certainly, Becky and Mary seemed to be amazed at the direction that this conversation was starting to take. Anna decided to follow the old maxim that said that honesty was the best policy.
“Yes, I do. I like them very much.”
Kelly just stared at her long-time friend for a very long time, biting her bottom lip nervously as she contemplated something. It took her a long time to make up her mind to ask the question she was considering and an even longer time to gather up enough courage to say it out loud, but finally she just blurted it out.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
Anna and the other two girls gasped in surprise, amazed to hear their friend would ask such a question.
“I . . .”
“I’m sorry,” Kelly said quickly, “I know this is awful sudden and everything, but I really want you to fuck me. You’ve just got me so curious about what it might be like to be with a girl that I simply have to see for myself. You know I think you’re one of the prettiest girls in our school and apparently you are interested in me, so . . .”
“I don’t know,” Anna said, finally over the shock of hearing one of her best friends since childhood ask to sleep with her. “I’d hate to do something that would mess up our friendship.”
Kelly got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled closer and closer to the other girl, her butt swaying behind her and her big breasts swinging below. “Come on, Anna,” she purred huskily as she made her way closer and closer to her. “You know you want to.”
“I sure do,” Anna murmured before she could catch herself. Her face turned a bright red when she realized that she had said that out loud. “I mean . . .”
“Just think, Anna,” the temptress continued, arriving in front of her friend and raising up on her knees, “if we both have as good a time as you’re saying, this doesn’t have to be a one time thing, either. Haven’t you ever heard of Friends With Benefits?”
Anna had absolutely no control over any part of her at this point and could only sit there and stare into the other girl’s eyes, stunned out of her wits by what was happening here tonight. Across the room, Becky and Mary were having similar problems.
All three of these girls had witnessed Kelly putting the moves on some poor hapless stud in the past and been amused to see even the biggest and strongest being turned into her lap dogs. To have this incredible power turned onto one of them instead, especially when it was cranked up to full power like this, gave them all new sympathy for those poor men.
“Do it, Anna,” Kelly begged softly. “Fuck me.”
The teenager then did the one thing she could think of that was sure to wipe out the last of Anna Mondale’s self control. Kelly lifted up her T-shirt and unveiled those heavy breasts in all of their luscious glory.
Everything came to a screeching halt then as the world seemed to hold it’s breath.
Anna came lurching forward then and Kelly squealed excitedly as she was dragged down to the floor.
* * *
Upstairs in the kitchen meanwhile, Sally now found herself leaning forward on the island on her elbows, her butt thrust out and fully exposed thanks to the fact that her nightshirt had been lifted up and draped over her waist. She stood with her legs well apart, had her eyes tightly closed, whimpering and moaning.
Gwen had fallen to her knees behind this lovely young lady, one hand on the girl’s back to make sure that nightshirt did not fall back down and obscure the full moon and dripping slit she had gone down there for. The woman’s other hand had gone up between Sally’s legs in the meantime and she was stroking and caressing the swollen and protruding labia while leaning in close to tickle the younger woman’s puckered sphincter with the tip of her tongue.
Letting out a long, happy groan, Sally then looked back over her shoulder. “That feels so good, baby! I just can’t get over how good you are at that.”
Gwen pulled back a little to smile up at her lover, delighted that she was enjoying this so much but well aware that they had to keep this moving or sooner or later one of those girls would come up from the family room to see what was keeping them.
“That’s not the only thing I’m good at, you know.”
That hand that was toying with the teenager’s twat started working in earnest, Sally carefully relaxed the muscles necessary to comfortably accommodate it, and before too long Gwen’s whole hand was disappearing up into the girl’s warm, liquid depths. Sally held on tight to the edge of the island with both hands, grunting and panting as she was filled.
Lots and lots of prior experience had taught Gwen just what she needed to do to bring her beautiful young victim to the heights of pure ecstacy and, just as soon as she was totally sheathed inside her, she got right to work.
As Gwen fisted one of her daughter’s best friends though, she started to become more than a little concerned about how much noise she was making. This wouldn’t have been such a problem had the rest of the girls put another CD on, but there was nothing but silence at the bottom of the stairs right now.
“Hush now, honey,” she admonished her, “or you’ll have all of your friends up here in a moment.”
Sally did her best, lowering her head so that her face was pressed into her forearms in the hopes of muffling all of the noise she was making. This was such a successful effort that Gwen felt free to ramp things up and started to fist the girl even harder, twisting her hand this way and that and varying the angle of her attack. Sally was very vocal in her appreciation of all of this, but fortunately she still remained thoroughly muffled.
The climax that soon overcame Sally literally rocked her world and her legs became rubbery beneath her. Her lover gave that intruding fist just a few more hard shoves and twists to make sure that the teen’s orgasm lasted as long and was as strong as possible. Sally let out a long, shuddering moan of ecstasy that was music to the older woman’s ears.
When she finally removed her hand from the girl’s boiling depths, Gwen took a bit of pride in satisfaction in the way Sally staggered just a little. You’d have thought that the only thing that had been holding the girl up was the hand that had been forced into her cunt!
Powered by the energy and vitality only the young could possibly possess, Sally recovered quickly from the climax and pushed herself up and off the island, turning and going down onto the floor with the older woman.
As she was carefully laid out on the ground and the girl desperately attacked her jeans, enthusiastically trying to rip them off, Gwen let out a loud and needy groan.
“Hush now, honey,” Sally gleefully cautioned her, “or you’ll have all of my friends up here in a moment.”
* * *
“Quietly now, baby, or you’re going to have Sally and Mrs. Shapiro running back down here to see what’s going on!”
Kelly managed to mumble an apology, but it wasn’t easy to talk right now. She was far too busy moaning as she was thoroughly kissed.
The lovely young Miss Ferraro was now sprawled flat on her back on the carpeted floor of the family room. Anna was straddling her hips in the meantime and was showering the supine girl’s face with kisses even as she firmly ran her hands all over that full bosom she had spent so much time admiring.
Becky and Mary were now sitting side by side on the same couch and watching the proceedings with identical expressions of stunned amazement on their faces. Nobody could have possibly anticipated that anything like this was going to happen at their innocent little slumber party and they were both still having a lot of trouble accepting what their eyes were showing them.
When they had gotten together for this party, they had been nothing but good friends. It was beginning to look like they were going to leave it as something completely different, though.
Mary managed to tear her eyes away from the lewd scene on the floor in front of her to look sideways at the girl sitting next to her. Thoughts that had never occurred to her before were running rampant through her mind now and without even realizing that she was doing it she licked her full lips as she eyed Becky.
Becky eventually felt the other girl’s eyes on her and looked over at her. As soon as their eyes met, Mary blushed hotly at being caught staring and ducked her head quickly.
Given the steamy activities taking place in this room tonight, it was not hard at all for Becky to guess just what had been going through her friend’s mind. As she stared back at the other girl, Becky was astonished to find her own mind going to the very same place.
As something both sensual and powerful stirred to life within her that evening, Becky knew without question that she would not be able to resist or deny it.
Mary summoned up the courage to look up again then and this time it was Becky who looked away quickly with a flaming face.
Utterly oblivious to the drama that was taking place on the couch little more than an arm’s length away from them, Anna and Kelly were still completely focused on each other, enjoying one of the most intense and erotic experiences of their young lives.
Anna had by now made her way slowly down to those full breasts that had so captivated her earlier. Griping a breast firmly in each hand, she lowered her head to take first one nipple and then the other into her mouth, sucking and nibbling at them until they were painfully hard and erect. Kelly’s back arched and she squealed with pure pleasure under this assault, her fingers tangling themselves in Anna’s hair.
“You like that, don’t you?” Anna purred, lifting her head so that she could look deep into her victim’s eyes. “What do you think? Have any of your bad boys ever gotten you so aroused?”
Kelly shook her head vehemently, breathlessly answering, “Not just from kissing and playing with my titties, they haven’t. I guess it’s true that nobody knows how to treat a woman better than another woman. I mean, to get me this wound up, a guy would have to have gotten into my pants!”
Anna’s eyes were bright and the smile on her face was wide. “Speaking of which . . .”
Pulling herself free of the other girl’s grasp, Anna scooted down her sprawled friend’s body so that she was kneeling over her legs. With hands made clumsy with excitement and neediness, she fumbled desperately with the front of Kelly’s shorts for several long moments until they at last gave way.
It required her to climb off of the other girl at long last, but Anna did so willingly in order to hurriedly pull off those shorts. When she had gotten them off and pitched them aside, she found that Kelly had been wearing a scandalously brief thong underneath. The sight of her friend naked save for a tiny little piece of material that covered precious little was enough to make Anna let out a throaty groan.
Kelly raised herself up on her elbows, grinning playfully at the girl who was staring so fixedly at her crotch. “It looks to me like you like what you see down there just as much as you liked my big boobs, Anna.”
Anna just nodded dumbly, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of that little thong. It was plainly evident to her that her friend kept her cunt clean shaven as she couldn’t see a single stray hair and was sure that the thong was so small that they would have been visible had they been there. More importantly, she could also see for herself that Kelly was very wet down there and droplets of her juices were leaking out from behind the thong.
Reaching down with a single shaking hand, Anna caught one of those drops on the tip of her middle finger.
Feeling the other girl touch her lightly so very close to that most intimate part of her body, incited a shudder and a moan from Kelly, but it was nothing compared to how strongly she responded to the sight of Anna raising that finger to her lips and licking up that drop of her juices. The smile that appeared on Anna’s face then was ample testament to the fact that she had enjoyed the taste very much.
“Oh, God . . .” came the shaky whimper from Kelly.
Anna leaned in then and practically ripped that thong off her friend, wanting to get at the pussy it just barely concealed so much that her heart was racing wildly out of control.
Kelly shared her urgency and threw her legs wide apart to make room when she saw Anna shifting position to get at her swampy, boiling cunt. Anna let out a soft sigh as that twat was fully exposed and offered up to her so readily, wasting no time in getting between those widely spread legs and lowering her head.
The feel of another girl’s tongue stroking the swollen and protruding lips of her now extremely aroused cunt won a loud cry born of sheer ecstasy from Kelly.
Over on the couch, Becky and Mary had watched all of this intently, their wide eyes missing nothing.
It was not just the view they had of their lifelong friends wrapped up in each other so intimately that held their attention fast, though. There were also the intensely erotic sounds that could only have come from two bodies that were working together to create the most pleasure possible. Further, the strong but enticing aroma of sweat and sex had permeated the entire room by now and under the circumstances had a unique aphrodisiac quality.
The two teenaged girls once more looked to each other, but this time they did not look away when their eyes met.
A sly, knowing smile lit up Mary’s face, matched by the one that appeared on Becky’s.
Without any further ado, the two young women had their arms wrapped around each other and were sharing a deep, passionate kiss.
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