Kevin Sellers: Two hot moms

"Well," she said at last, wiggling on the beach towel, "being single again does have its drawbacks, but like I said, what can we do about it? Now, if one of us was a man, that might be different!"

Donna chuckled at that suggestion, her green eyes lighting up. "Now that's a thought, isn't it? If you only had a cock, darling, I'd forget all about getting a tan and concentrate on getting fucked! Ummmm, if you only had what it takes down here."

This time Melanie's surprise came out in a giggly squeal as the redhead's fingers dipped down between her thighs, brushing delicately along the downy fleece of her cunt fringe and gliding with blatant curiosity across her pussy crevice.

She caught her breath in a fresh burst of amazement at her friend's shameless behavior. Donna's sculptured high-cheeked face was openly lecherous as she let her fingers linger, playfully searching for a nonexistent cock.

"You're – you're just awful! Sometimes I think you'd do anything to satisfy that craving of yours! Honestly, you can be so… so disgusting!"

"Oh, really?" Donna drew her manicured fingers back and rolled her thumb across them, eyebrows arching. "Well, I may be a cock-hungry widow, honey, but it appears I'm not the only one. When's the last time you had a good fuck?"

She raised her fingers in the air, and they were obviously moist with more than suntan lotion.

Melanie felt her face turn a hot red, now fully aware that her cunt had begun to tingle terribly. All Donna's talk about cocks and fucking, combined with being touched in a place that had been neglected for months – she'd creamed all over Donna's hand!

"Well…" Stumbling to hide her embarrassment, Melanie tried to laugh it off. "It serves you right, getting us both so hot and bothered! Now, can we get onto a different subject so I can finish my tan?"

Donna's eyes flashed with mischief, displaying that she had no intention of changing the subject. "You don't need to be so defensive, dear. After all, I'm a woman too. Believe me, I know about wet pussies! I'm practically dripping myself at this very moment!"

Her words had their effect. Instinctively Melanie's gaze traveled down the redhead's sleek figure and fastened on the rich fiery curls of her cunt. Its shining triangle gave away only a glimpse of smooth pink pussy flesh beneath, but she could clearly see the trenched cleavage where Donna's fur darkened ominously, damp and obviously well-greased.

They were both turned on, without a doubt.

"See? We don't have to play shy with each other because I know exactly how you feel. Now turn over so I can finish you up."

Melanie rolled onto her back, hoping it was the end of that conversation, knowing full well from the itching in her pussy that its effects would last a lot longer.

Her large pale tits bobbled and thrust upward, their big pink nipples shamefully stiff and pointed. Instantly Donna's hands swooped down on those lush, pliant tit globes and began to rub them.

"Ahhhh!" She groaned, unable to stop her nipples from expanding and tightening even harder in Donna's palms. "You're… not making it… any easier by doing that, you know!"

"Oh, don't worry." Donna leaned forward, sliding her thumbs in little circles across the huge bumpy-textured areolas and watching her nipples spring to attention, maliciously enjoying her neighbor's horniness. "I don't mind getting all hot and bothered if you don't. There's no sense pretending, is there? We both need the kind of nice relaxing massage you get from a good stiff cock. And since we haven't got one of those available, we'll just have to make do. How does this feel?"

Her fingers wickedly tweaked at Melanie's big, spired nipples, and the blonde gasped. "Now – now stop it! You're just making things worse."

By this time both women were more aroused than either of them wanted to admit. The sight of Melanie's big rose-colored nipples leaping erect between her fingers had Donna's pussy sopping with juicy awareness. She couldn't resist giving those inch-long peaks a few extra flicks, watching impishly as her friend squirmed.

"Poor baby," she purred, creaming with delightful gushes of pleasure at Melanie's gasps. "You really are hot today, aren't you? Do you want me to stop?"

"I… I think you'd better…"

Her answer rose without conviction. In spite of all her self-consciousness, Melanie couldn't refuse the fact that even the simple act of being rubbed down by another woman had her cunt tingling furiously, aching with all the loneliness that had built up inside her. After all, a dim reassurance reminded her, it wasn't as if she and Donna were up to something really wrong. They were just two hot-cunted women enjoying a bit of mutual horniness, that was all…

That was the rationalization that ran through her mind. It didn't prepare her for what happened next.

"I don't think you mean that." Donna was smiling, and her face loomed even nearer. "I don't think you mean that at all, Mel. In fact, I think it'd do you some good to get the juices really flowing again. And I know just the way…"

It happened without any more warning than that. Suddenly Donna's head ducked, her mouth fastening on a ripe jutting tit bud, full lips clamping around its fat stiffness. Before Melanie had time to do more than yelp, her nipple was being sucked and tongued with eager, hungry expertise.

"Aaahhh!"

Despite herself, Melanie couldn't resist that moist warm mouth. After being aroused by her friend's talk and massaging fingers it was all she could do to keep from clutching Donna's head as her shoulder arched up, thrusting toward the sensation for more.

Donna murmured her approval, tonguing the big hard bud in her mouth until it strummed like a bowstring between her lips. Melanie soared up for more, no longer able to hide her own response.

"Ohhhh – what… what are you doing? Don't… don't… ohhhmm."

The situation had gotten far out of hand and they both knew it. Ordinarily Donna wouldn't have dreamed of finding herself with one of her best friend's tits plunging up to her mouth, aching to be sucked. But at the moment her own horny needs seemed to burst through her in an explosion of need, turning her small teasing game into an emotion ominously like the real thing. Within moments she was lapping and licking at Melanie's tit the way her own tits longed to be worked. Her tongue slid back and forth across the big oversized bud, then she switched from one taut pink spike to the other until both of Melanie's tits were gleaming wet.

It all happened so unexpectedly that the two women were totally caught up in their own unleashed hungers. Melanie surged on the beach towel, big tits flopping wildly for attention as her pussy melted in creamy bursts of sensation.

At last, when Donna raised her head panting for breath, she collapsed, groaning.

"Dah – damn you!" She managed a weak laugh, unable to ignore their mutual arousal. "Now… now that you've got us both going, what're we going to do about it? Oh God, that felt good! But… ahhh… I think we've established that neither of us has a cock! How do we solve that little problem, Mrs. Jones?"

Only minutes ago neither of them would have dreamed of finding themselves in this situation. But now that they did, Donna took over completely. "Hum, I believe I might have an answer for that. Yes, I think I know just the thing."

Smiling with an openly lecherous leer, she scooted down. Her hands eased Melanie's legs apart, and they slid open without the least hesitation. Caught up in their horny game, Melanie allowed her cunt to be displayed in all its wet, frothing splendor. She trembled with a giddy mixture of shame and lust as Donna got the full view of her blonde-furred pussy, its pink plumped lips flaring open and filmed with juicy excitement. Her small delicate clit puffed up like a hooded button, oily now with the floods of cunt cream that literally poured out of her.