Dunked

When Rhonda and Amanda reached the upstairs hall, Tracie was just closing the linen cupboard. She turned and looked, then her jaw dropped.

"What happened to you?"

Amanda answered, "Amazon Princess here was soaking in a bathtub full of spuz in the basement."

"And why aren't you covered as well?"

"I have no interest in swimming some guy's sex-ploop. I just helped her upstairs."

Tracie grabbed her hand and started down the stairs, dragging Amanda with her. Rhonda collapsed.

"Wait! What are you doing? What about–"

"Rhonda's fine; that 'spuz' as you called it, is just fucking her."

"Let me go! You may not give a damn, but I–"

"You were enjoying the show!"

"Was not! You're the cherry-sucker, not me!"

Tracie stopped.

"Really? Then why do you have 1.374 terabytes of porn on your laptop, only 12.2 gig of which is straight?"

"How did you know that!?"

"I'll tell you later; right now we have to get downstairs. And how did you do what you did?"

"Do what?"

"Change history! You were in that tub with Rhonda and then you weren't; that is NOT normal! Come on!"

Tracie hoisted Amanda into a fireman's carry so that all the smaller girl could do was watch the Tracie's stomach and feel Tracie's tits bump against her. She punched Tracie's crotch with all her strength.

"Come on, Sci-fi, I've been caressed harder than that."

"Let me go!"

Tracie didn't. Instead Amanda carried her down to the basement and into the bathroom. Amanda then felt herself being dumped into the bathtub and Tracie landing on top of her.

She's trying to drown me in spudge! That is so disgusting! Amanda struggled to no avail; the liquid ran up her nose and, when she gasped, into her open mouth. A moment later another thought occurred to her. Why can I breathe? And why do I have a dick's-eye view of Tracie's hoo-hoo?

A pair of strong hands held Amanda's legs open while the viscous juice stroked every inch of her sensitive skin. This feels like some kind of tentacle porn, she thought, thinking of the nine movies on her laptop. Eddies formed around her nipples and in the ticklish parts behind her knees and in that spot between her shoulder blades that she could only reach with a backscratcher. It was like masturbating to a good movie times ten!

Of course it wouldn't leave her ass alone. Her cheeks were kneaded and pushed and then a tendril of goo opened up the hole and pushed in. Her insides tingled even more than when she'd given herself the Mento's and Diet Coke enema. I shouldn't be loving this but oh God!

She saw Tracie's down-there lips open and her hips start twitching. It was like Dildo Camera only better because she could see what was going on better and could even feel pulses in the ghost... ghost... ghost-cum! There! She'd thought it. She swam her hands in toward her hoo-hoo and found Tracie's head. So that licking sensation was... real licking!

The surprise caused her crotch-lips to open and a tendril of goo invaded her. It writhed and stroked and mixed with her juices and it was so amazing a feeling she wanted to scream out in passion but no sound came, just the sensation of the liquid stroking her tongue and tickling her tonsils.

A little jet of liquid shot from Tracie's girl-spot and swirled and slowly dissolved in the goo like a dot of cream in thick coffee. An itching, tingling pressure built between her legs and then... orgasm. Oh, orgasm, thank you thank you thank you... again? God, I'm going to have a heart attack if this keeps up.

There was a push on her back and her face broke the surface of the water. Her chest heaved and she hacked out a stream of spuz. Tracie broke surface in front of her, smiling a big dopey grin at her. Her shirt was soaked and semi-transparent, clearly showing the outline of her dark bra. Amanda realized she hadn't seen it while she was under, nor could she feel her own tee that was now slicked to her skin.

She looked at Tracie, "You've got a lot of explaining to do."