Kevin Sellers
Two hot moms

CHAPTER ONE

"Are you sure we can't be seen?" Melanie Patterson's voice was a nervous tremor as she reached up, fumbling at the catch of her bikini top. "I mean, it's one thing to get a nice even tan for once, but I don't want to start a neighborhood scandal! And if the boys get out of swimming practice early and come home to see us like this…"

"Oh, don't be such a prude!" Donna Jones' retort was both mischievous and scoffing, her full lips tugging into an impish smile, her red, short-clipped hair glinting in the summer morning sun as she unsnapped her own top and shrugged it off. "Since when have you ever known Josh and Dave to come home early from anything? And as for the neighbors, I can guarantee no one's going to see a thing over my hedge – at least no one who's ever complained! I sunbathe like this all the time, and believe me it's more relaxing this way. Just try it. You'll see."

As she spoke, her bikini top fell away and she casually dropped it on the grass beside her.

Instead of relieving her hesitation, the abrupt spectacle of Donna's petite, perfectly formed tits made Melanie's embarrassment surge into a warm blush across her attractive face. Her own oversized tits felt floppy and huge in comparison.

"I don't know." She glanced uncertainly around the hedge-enclosed back yard as if expecting to see all their neighbors gaping from over its five-foot-high border. "It seems so… so wicked, two grown women lying right out in the open without a stitch on! If our sons saw us doing this they'd just die!"

Donna chuckled at that, obviously enjoying her friend's shyness. "Well, suit yourself. But I'm getting comfortable, and maybe if you did the same once in a while you wouldn't be so inhibited. Relax, darling. See? It isn't hard."

In one motion she deftly pulled her tight bottoms down, wiggling her long slender legs out of them.

Melanie gave a shocked gasp as her next-door-neighbor's muff of fiery red cunt fur came into view. Frankly, Donna had one of the most gorgeous pussy mounds she'd ever seen. Its thick luxuriant triangle gleamed in the sunlight as if all aflame, burning sensually in a glossy thatch between her smooth, tanned thighs.

"Urn, it feels so good to just lie back and soak, in the sun. What're you waiting for? Come on, Mel. Stop looking so upset and join me. And if anyone does see us… well, that's their pleasure as far as I'm concerned. What have we got to be ashamed of?"

She had a point, and Melanie gave in with a reluctant shrug that made her long shoulderlength blonde curls sweep across her bare shoulders like a golden waterfall. "Oh, all right. Just this once I don't guess it could hurt. But if I get a sunburn in the wrong places, you'll never hear the end of it!"

With that defiant statement and a quick deep breath Melanie pulled her bikini top away. Her large pale tits bobbled freely into sight, and this time it was Donna's turn to stare.

"My, my," the redhead murmured, taking in those bounteous joggling orbs with blatant appreciation. "You certainly did have a lot to hide, didn't you? I always knew you were well endowed, dear, but those – they're absolutely scrumptious! Melanie Patterson, you make me feel positively flat-chested!"

Melanie's blush deepened at her friend's praise, but this time it was more with a sense of pleasure than from embarrassment. Secretly she'd always been proud of her tits. They always got lingering gazes when she walked down a crowded street, and unlike some other women she'd known, her tits lived up to every inch of promise their hugeness implied. Their rounded swells soared outward with weighty, unsagging softness into rosy half-dollar-sized nipples that blossomed an extra inch as if practically dripping with richness, the way she knew big tits were supposed to look but usually didn't.

More at ease now, Melanie daintily slipped the loose folds of the bikini bottom off and lay back completely nude, only a trifle self-conscious.

Despite the outward differences in their appearance, the two women had a great deal in common. Both in their mid-thirties, they'd become the best of friends almost from the very first day Melanie had moved in next door after her divorce. Like her, Donna was also without a husband. A widow of five years, she had a teenaged son who was just Dave's age, and just like their mothers both Josh and Dave quickly became best friends too. So it was only natural that now, under her friend's uninhibited guiding, Melanie found herself sprawled out nude in Donna's back yard, wishing she hadn't let herself be talked into this but too ashamed of her own shy reaction to show that she couldn't be just as bold.

"It does feel better this way," she forced the little lie out, wiggling abashedly. "But I don't think we'd better lie out like this very long… I mean, I burn so easily and all…"

"I have just the thing to fix those certain places you were talking about. Just roll over and relax while I take care of everything."

There seemed to be no escaping the situation, so Melanie surrendered with a small sigh and settled onto her stomach as ordered. Donna hovered above her, pouring out a palmful of white liquid and smoothing the lotion over her back.

"There, does that feel better?"

"Ummm, yes." The cool suntan oil made her quiver a bit as Donna's sticky hands glided across her shoulders and slid down her back, coming to the firm twin globes of her pert, jutting asscheeks and massaging them as well.

Despite the intimacy of that touch Melanie didn't feel more than a brief twinge of embarrassment. She and Donna were the closest of friends, with hardly a secret between them.

Suddenly Donna's woeful voice spoke out with startling sharpness. "God, I'm horny! The trouble with cocks is that they're not always there when you need them. And at the moment I need one so bad I could scream!"

Melanie smiled at that outburst, unsurprised. In the past months of their friendship she'd hardly known a moment when Donna wasn't horny. "You're just man-hungry, that's all. And besides, I don't see what we can do about that right this moment, do you – ooooh!"

Her voice rose to a shrill wail and she twisted her head in time to catch Donna's wicked little smile as she slipped her cool fingers into the cleavage of Melanie's ass, purposely torturing the small pink rim of her asshole.

"Donna!" Her voice was a breathless shocked gasp, her asscheeks automatically clenching at the cold wet touch.

"What's the matter, darling?" Donna made her voice perfectly innocent as she plucked her fingers away. "A bit tense this morning, are we? That's that I thought I'm not the only one who could do with some real fucking for a change, am I?"

Still grinning with satisfaction, she resumed kneading Melanie's ripe tightened ass globes as if nothing at all had happened.

Taken by surprise at the little jolt of sensation that had shot through her with that brief, taunting caress, Melanie forced a rueful smile of admission. "I never said I wasn't horny, did I? It's just that there's nothing we can do about it. And I don't see how discussing it is going to help."

"I suppose you're right." Donna let out a deep mournful breath, her short red curls glinting in the sun and her small perfect tits rising and falling in a way that couldn't help but capture Melanie's attention. "But you've only been divorced a few months, Mel. Just wait until you've been without a man as long as I have. You'll develop some ideas then, I promise!"

She had a point, no doubt about that. Even through her shyness Melanie had to admit that the nights had been getting lonelier lately, and seemed to last a lot longer. And she tossed and turned in bed more than she used to. Donna had a point, all right. They were two horny women, without a man between them.

"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.

"Goodness," Donna's voice was husky as she took in that sopping pussy. "You certainly do have a problem, don't you, darling? It would be a shame to let you go home now without having any fun at all… does this help?"

Abruptly she dipped her head between Melanie's thighs. Her tongue flicked greedily out, darting across the blonde's slick luscious cunt and collecting a fresh gush of the juices that flooded from her spread-open pussy.

Melanie could hardly believe it was really happening. Here she lay, stretched out nude in her neighbor's back yard where practically anybody could see, with her legs flung wide open and Donna's tongue sliding along her slushy cunt, gobbling up the flow of hot cream that oozed from her pussy.

"Oh… oh my God, I can't stand it!" she groaned, watching with glazed, unbelieving eyes as Donna's gorgeous sculptured face burrowed into the golden thatch of her seething cunt. "Ohhhh, that's so good! Donna, don't – ahhh, don't stop, don't ever, ever stop… aaaaah…"

Her cries increased Donna's to as the redhead lapped at her friend's heated pussy furrow, dipping deep for its fragrant juices and then darting with expert care across her swollen clit.

The first wet stroke of her clit was like an electric jolt that had Melanie arching up off the beach towel, sobbing with fresh spasms of delight and hunching her pussy blatantly up for more.

When Donna's tongue slipped neatly between her soaked cuntlips, she gave out a cry.

"Yesss! Ohhh, oh God I can't stand it, I'm going to scream! Yes Donna, get it in me! Get your tongue up inside me! More, morrre!"

Donna did just that. In all her wildest experiences she'd never eaten another woman's pussy before – had never even dreamed of doing such a thing. But she knew how her own cunt loved to be eaten, the way it loved having a fat, squirming tongue plunged deep into it. Now she obeyed the impulses her own pussy hungered for, probing deep into her friend's juice-drenched pussyhole and drinking up the tides of musky sweetness that washed from it. Her tongue began to glide in and out with a natural fucking motion, and Melanie's body lunged up for each piercing tongue-stab.

"Guuunh – uuunnggh! Donna, you're – you're fucking me! Do it! Oh fuck, that feels so good! Stick it in me! Get it all the way in me… aaahhhh!"

Almost instantly she was surging up, slamming her split-open cunt hard against Donna's soft lips just as if she were screwing herself onto a man's hard-driving cock. All the past months of growing loneliness seemed to explode in her at once like a huge volcanic eruption. Suddenly her body shuddered in release and she wailed.

"I'm coming! Oh God baby, I'm coming! Co – uuuhhhmmmm!"

She rippled in blast after blast of blissful climax as Donna tongue-fucked her to oblivion.

At the same time the redhead was fully aware of her own needs. Even as she slithered her tongue eagerly in and out of her friend's clutching pussy she could feel her own cum melting for attention, aching to be satisfied as well.

Moving with supple ease, taking care not to miss a single stroke of her plunging tongue Donna worked herself around until her knees straddled Melanie's face. Groaning deep in her throat with pent-up need, she lapped at that blonde-haired pussy more hungrily than ever.

Completely caught us in the first orgasm she'd had in months, Melanie vaguely sensed the change in position. Her eyes fluttered open to focus directly on Donna's lovely red-furred pussy hovering over her, looming wetly before her gaze. Donna had a pussy that was every bit as gorgeous as the rest of her. Its soft, pouting lips flared open like blossoming rose petals, all dewy with the moisture of her own arousal, to expose a snug velvety hole and a pert jutting clit that stood out like a little nipple.

Hazy with the ferocity of her climax, Melanie reacted without thinking. Her tongue licked out with a curious jab, slipping along the soaked crease of Donna's pussy mouth, and flicked across the nipple of her clit with an inquisitive tasting flurry.

"Mufff!"

The redhead gave out a muffled groan of pleasure and her cunt undulated for more. Hardly realizing what she was doing, Melanie lapped up the other woman's hot flowing twit juices, swallowing gulp after gulp of sweet sour cream. She'd never imagined herself licking another woman's pussy and actually enjoying it, but each furtive lash of her tongue made Donna's probe wiggle deeper and harder into her cunt. Within moments she was lapping at that hot leaking pussy and mouthing the hard little clit that jutted from it, sucking on Donna's cunt nipple like a piece of candy.

"Guhhh – uuuhhmmmm…"

The redhead cooed in the sheer luxury of release and dug deeper into her friend's tightly clenched cunthole, reaming it out as if to gobble up every drop of cream from it. She hunched down on Melanie's face, urging the blonde on.

That was all it took to complete the mutual fulfillment of the two lusty women. Within moments they were clinging to each other in a sensual embrace, tongues jabbing and hips surging in simultaneous rhythm as each slurped hungrily at the cunt mashed to her face.

What had begun as an idle, horny morning for two lonely women had now been transformed into a hunching, tonguing frenzy of soaring completion. A dazed and ecstatic Melanie buried her mouth deep into her best friend's pussy and plowed her tongue into that fantastic beautiful pussy as heedlessly as if she ate Donna's cunt every morning.

At the same time Donna moaned and hunched in eager abandon, surging to orgasm in wrenching delight.

When it came, the two women sobbed and clung to each other's taut, pumping asscheeks for dear life.

"Ggguuummgg!"

"Muuuhhhmmnd!"

Climax exploded through both of them. Cunt nectar flowed like never before, and two long-unsatisfied pussies clamped down with vise-like fury on the tongues that wiggled and wormed inside them.

For what seemed an eternity they hung like that in an unending embrace, hovering frozen as wave after wave of rapture swept through them. Then, gasping and moaning in completion, they sank back onto their beach towels, drained and sated.

It was Donna who first lifted her face, gasping for breath and giggling. "My… oh my goodness, lover, I never expected that! Oh fuck, that was nice! You knew just what my pussy needed!"

Sleepy and weak from her multiple orgasms, Melanie smiled back. Both their attractive faces were slick with cunt juice. "Uhhhm, I could say the same. Ohhh, oh baby, it was so sweet, sooooo sweet…"

Melanie's lips trailed across the soaked inflamed cunt that gaped before her… then realization struck. She was kissing another woman's pussy!

Mortification seeped in. Slowly at first, as the initial waves of satisfaction diminished. Then the full shock of what had just happened sank home. Abruptly she pulled back and reached for her bikini pieces.

Donna collapsed in a heap beside her, making no effort to pretend it hadn't occurred. "What's the matter, Mel? Why, we've hardly gotten started! What about that tan you wanted to get?"

"I…" Melanie fumbled at the string ties of her bikini pieces, too shocked by her own actions to meet her friend's gaze. Blushing fiercely, she rose. "I've got to get home, it's… I mean, we forgot about the boys. They could get back any minute and I didn't leave David a note – I've just got to go, Donna, really."

"Oh, all right." Donna smiled slowly, lying nude and unconcerned with her legs casually flung apart, her pussy still glistening from the effects of her friend's tonguing. "But we'll finish this session later, you can count on that. Believe me honey, you'll need some more relaxing before you know it. And for that matter, so will I. You'll see."

Flushed and humiliated, Melanie opened her mouth to reply. But the terrible truth was that she knew Donna was right. Now that she'd had a taste of honest pleasure again, how could she stop? And if there were no men around to satisfy them, what would she and Donna do the next time they needed that kind of satisfying?

The thought was too awful to bear. Instead of answering, Melanie turned and fled home.

It was with a sharp, knowing and very pleased gaze that Donna watched her go.