She fucks Tracy

RIA

Tracy's lips, sweet and soft as marshmallows, teased their way down my throat.

So help me, I actually wanted her. Maybe it was just because I had been so close to having sex with Shane a minute earlier, and my hormones were making me crazy. Maybe it was because I adored Tracy so much that the thought of kissing her actually turned me on. I honestly didn’t know. All I knew was that I didn’t want Tracy to stop what she was doing.

She rolled on top of me, kissing her way down the plunging neckline of my pajama top. The weight of her big boobs squashed against my stomach, and I could distinctly feel Tracy’s nipples poking into me through her shirt.

“Tracy, this is getting me so hot,” I panted.

“Me too. Should I stop? Is it too weird?”

It was definitely too weird. WAY too weird. Granted, I couldn’t imagine that what we were doing would actually hurt anybody—hell, I knew for a fact that the idea of me fucking Tracy was one of my husband’s biggest fantasies—but somehow it still felt very, very wrong.

It also, however, started to feel very, very good. My body answered Tracy’s question before my brain could, and I grabbed two big handfuls of her pajama shirt and pulled it over her head.

“Wow,” I panted, for the first time truly appreciating just how beautiful my friend was. I’d seen her topless before, but never in such an intimate context. I couldn’t believe how amazing she looked—like something out of a Renaissance painting. No wonder Shane was so obsessed with this girl.

“Do you want to touch me?” Tracy asked, gently squeezing her breasts together to demonstrate how soft they were.

I was mesmerized. My mouth turned to cotton and I tentatively reached out a shaking hand until my fingers brushed against the curve of her tit. Tracy and I both gasped at the sensation. I explored—gently—squeezing and caressing the smooth, pale skin. I could feel her pulse quicken in her chest.

“I’ve always been so jealous of your boobs,” I laughed.

Our tongues played across each other’s lips. I felt her fingers on my shoulders, shrugging down the delicate straps holding up my nightie. Then, with a jerk of Tracy’s wrists, the fabric was down around my waist and my naked boobs were pressing into hers. I gasped into her mouth, unprepared for the sudden stimulation of her nipples touching mine.

“Oh fuck…” I groaned.

“Shh,” Tracy whispered. “Thin walls, remember? We don’t want the boys to hear us.”

I was squirming beneath her. Everything was so surreal, like I had been possessed by someone else. Tracy leaned back to get a better look at my body, and I found myself suddenly self-conscious. Blushing, I covered my breasts with my hands.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” she laughed. I shivered as my best friend in the world pried my hands off my naked chest, pinned them to the bed on either side of me, and openly ogled my boobs.

“You are so, so beautiful,” she whispered. Then she leaned down and planted a couple of exquisitely long, wet kisses directly onto my nipples.

“Aah!” I sighed, melting into the bed.

Tracy was so much more tender than any man I had ever been with. Even my amazing husband—an artist in the bedroom, as far as I was concerned—always behaved with a certain animal aggression when he got my tits in his mouth. But Tracy just wanted to please me, period.

And she did.

“Have you done this before?” I asked. “Been with another woman?”

“You know I haven’t. Never really wanted to before.”

“Well, you could have fooled me. That feels soooo good.”

While Tracy busied herself with my breasts, I lifted my thigh up between her legs and started slowly rubbing it against the crotch of her pajamas. She whimpered into my breast and quickly wiggled out of her pajama bottoms and underwear, shaking her huge boobs back and forth in the process—

I HAD to taste those things.

Craning my neck, I leaned forward to capture a single rosy nipple between my lips, and started suckling like a newborn baby. Tracy’s body went limp and she fell onto me, smothering my face with the fullness of her tits and dropping her naked cunt directly onto my thigh.

Shit, she was even wetter than I was!

I couldn’t see a thing, but I suddenly felt Tracy’s slender fingers caressing me through my panties, circling the most sensitive spot on my body like a shark. Her other hand gripped the waistband and pulled it down—slowly—until it was around my knees and we were both lying naked in bed together.

Tracy delicately extricated her breast from my mouth and we scooted apart, examining each other’s nude bodies from head to toe. I felt so **** I thought I was gonna pass out.

“Are you nervous?” she whispered.

I nodded, “I don’t know why! It’s not like I don’t trust you, but for some reason I feel like I did the night I lost my virginity!”

“Me too!” she giggled.

“Can we snuggle first, for a little bit?”

Tracy nodded, relieved, and I quickly pulled her close to steal some more delightfully sexy feminine kisses from the girl.

We spent the next half hour or so exploring each other beneath the blankets. Lips and fingers, touching and tasting. Our soft breasts mashed together while my friend’s long, supple legs intertwined with my own. Slowly but surely, the nervousness drifted away, until we were both totally comfortable and fully enjoying ourselves.

Finally, my hand—which had been happily engaged fondling Tracy’s curvy butt—took on a mind of its own and traveled down between her legs, towards her cunt.

“Oh yes…” she panted.

The air in the room suddenly felt about a million degrees hotter.

Tracy’s inflamed pussy burned at my touch—slick warm lips, dribbling molten honey all over my hand. Her body yielded to me the instant my fingers made contact, and I effortlessly slipped three of them up inside of her, all the way to the knuckle.

Tracy sucked in a **** gasp of air and let it out in a pitiful, high-pitched whimper that caused her breasts to shudder.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Tracy was too beautiful, and I needed some kind of stimulation before I went completely crazy. While I continued fingering my friend, I clumsily straddled her upper thigh and began grinding myself against her, liberally smearing my wet arousal all over her leg—

Any second now, I was gonna start screaming. I’ve always been obnoxiously, uncontrollably loud when making love, and I knew from experience that I was only seconds away from losing control entirely, rattling the walls with my moans of pleasure.