Old Friends

The fabric still between her lips made her shudder as it was pulled out. Tracey grinned then held the each end of the panties as she pulled them high, the lace cutting hard between Angelina's pussy lips and she wiggled them there, Angelina's legs almost collapsing from the intense pleasure. Tracey held them to her face and breathed in the scent of her pussy juice then threw them on the floor and stood up. Angelina took Tracey's top and pulled it over her head, throwing it aside, Tracey fumbling to unbutton Angelina's blouse. She took hold of each side of the blouse and ripped it open, buttons flying off. Angelina was wide eyed in shock "It didn't suit you babe!" Tracey said winking as she lowered her face to her lover’s right nipple and sucked it into her hot mouth then bit it. Angelina yelped as she reached around her friend's waist and slid her skirt zip down pushing the skirt over her hips, which then fell to the floor, Tracey grinned and slid Angelina's floral skirt down over her hips easily (there's a lot to be said for elasticised waists). They kissed again, Angelina eager to get her hands on Tracey's pussy. 

She slid her hand down toward it and then she was slipping her fingers under her friend's flimsy thong and onto her wet lips. She was shaven, "oh nice" said Angelina. " I did it this morning, just for you" replied Tracey . Angelina slipped a finger between her wet lips and into her honey pot hole, Tracey gasped. They kissed, tongues pushing into each others mouths as their fingers probed into each others hot juicy cunts, exploring each other, pushing at their soft swollen clits, wanking each other, pushing their fingers deep inside each other as their tongues did the same above. They were both oh so wet and so caught up in each other’s pleasure. Their moans were muffled by each other, their mouths moving frantically against each other, their fingers slipping in and out of each other with ease. Angelina felt her cunt get tighter, a sure sign that she could hold back no longer, Tracey pushed two fingers deep into her as she came. Angelina's butt against the edge of the table and her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hair no longer neat. Her legs wide open and Tracey standing close to her between them with her fingers stuffed into Angelina as deep as she could get. Angelina yelled, this felt so wonderful, how she had missed the other woman, the only other lover, besides her husband who could satisfy her completely and she cried out as her body jerked and her clit twitched. Tracey pushed her back onto the kitchen table, sending cream cakes, sandwiches and everything else flying.

Angelina pushed things out of her way but was aware she was lying on top of many now squashed items. Tracey grabbed an eclair and stuffed it into Angelina's already creamy cunt. Angelina groaned as the pasty crumbled against her as it tried to force it's way into her. Her pussy was covered in squashed pastry; fresh cream and melting chocolate as Tracey tried to screw her with it. She grasped the pitcher of milk and poured it over her friends body and played with her own clit as she watched the fluid flow over Angelina's tits and belly, down over her fleshy things and between her swollen pussy lips and collecting on the soaking tablecloth around her big beautiful arse. Angelina's back arched with the shock of the cold milk hitting her. Tracey jumped onto the table and swung herself round, straddling Angelina's face. She looked down at Angelina's messy pussy and she lowered her face to it and started to feed. She licked the cream of her fat mound and parted Angelina's lips, scooping out the squashed eclair with her tongue and swallowing it. Gently pulling back her clit hood to lap at the swollen nub, pushing a finger inside to pull out some of the messy mashed up eclair, smearing it around the inside of her thighs and arse then greedily licking it off. Angelina was looking up into the very pleasing sight of Tracey's cunt, her lips glistening, screaming to be parted, and her clit pleading to be teased.

Tracey was screwing Angelina with her fingers again, pulling out still more mashed remains of cake, she wiped it over her arse cheeks and into the crack of her butt, drawing a gasp from Angelina as she pushed a finger into that tightest of holes. Angelina grabbed the hips above her and pulled her down closer to her face. She raised her head to meet her pussy lips and bit one gently. Tracey pushed herself further down onto Angelina's face. She ran her tongue along Tracey's wet slit and felt the tremor run through her. She kissed her cunt, her tongue darting inside to flick at her clit and her lips pressing against Tracey's pussy lips, pulling them into her mouth to nibble them softly. Angelina licked and tickled at her jerking clit as she came, juices spilling into Angelina's mouth, which she swallowed down. Angelina's nails digging into the flesh of Tracey's rump as she pulled her onto her face, her mouth fastened to Tracey's hole as she pumped out juices as she came. Tracey slumped down against her as the orgasm passed and Angelina wriggled out from beneath her. Tracey backed off the table and turned around, standing to face the smiling Angelina. Angelina took her by the shoulder and spun her round, pushing her back down over the messy table.

Tracey did not fight and lay herself over the table; her tits squashing against the ruined food scattered over the tabletop. Angelina picked up a cucumber, which had been left by the salad bowl to cut up later but would serve as a pretty good dildo instead. She put it against tracey's pussy, the coolness making her shudder. Angelina stood between Tracey's legs with only mucky stockings and a ruined white satin suspender belt, that you couldn't really tell had been white, on. She held Tracey to the table with a hand pressing on her back and she played the cucumber against her, enjoying the anticipation. She slid it firmly into Tracey, as far as she could get and Tracey's back arched, lifting her shoulders off the table, but Angelina held her firm and she relaxed, spreading herself on the flat surface. Angelina withdrew its length, then pushed it home again. Then she reached onto the table and took a scoop out of the top of the bowl of trifle and rubbed this into Tracey's hole as the cucumber was pulled out. She pushed the sticky pudding into her with her fingers, licking them clean and placed the cucumber back at her hole and it slipped up very easily even though it was a good and thick. Taking another scoop of the trifle she smeared it over her ass, leaning forward to lick it off again, teasing her asshole with her tongue as she fucked her cunt with the large vegetable.

Angelina's own hole was burning to be filled and she rubbed it hard. She stepped in close behind Tracey and brought the other end of the cucumber against her own hole. It’s tip penetrating her and then it's thick length. She held it into herself and withdrew it from Tracey. "Lie on your back" she panted. Tracey immediately turned over, wanting to be filled again and Angelina did not make her wait. She pulled her forward so that her bum was over the table edge and took her legs onto her shoulders and with the long, thick vegetable inside her she mounted Tracey with it. It was too big for them to get their lips together and it was so wonderfully filling. They writhed against each other, one's thrust pushing deeper into the other then back in return. They kept this rhythm going, which pleased them both. Angelina looked down at this wonderful sight, beautiful blonde Tracey covered in unrecognisable squashed up food, being fucked by the huge cucumber they both shared, her face contorting as she came, the vegetable twitching as her pussy clenched around it, sending Angelina into spasms too. They came time and time again, both looking at each other and both not wanting to stop, making up for lost time. Thrills running through them from this shared double fuck. 

Tracey begged for Angelina to stop then. She thought she would pass out, she couldn't take anymore orgasms. Her cunt aching and her lower belly sore from the scores of times she had cum. Angelina withdrew the cucumber and raised it to her lips to lick and suck the sticky vegetable, then dropped it. She lay over onto Tracey, Tracey putting her arms round her friend and they lay there thinking of what they had done. The tablecloth dripped milk onto the floor, already covered in ruined food. Their pussy's ached pleasantly. Angelina stood up and looked at the mess. Tracey's messy cunt still dripping juice. Tracey sat up and smiled, "don't worry, I’ll help" "it's good to know you are still the dirty minded slut you always were". Angelina laughed. "I've missed this so much", "lets get a shower together and then tidy this up!". Angelina took hold of her friend’s arm and pulled her off the table, the tablecloth sticking to her as she stood up. "Then we can see about actually having something to eat and see if Vincent is so pleased to see you again too!". Angelina winked "I bet he is, he always enjoyed your filthy whore ways!"