"Oh, please, Tracey… please stop," she moaned. She crossed her legs and tried to squeeze her pussy into submission. All it did was to make her hornier. She could feel her cuntlips squeeze against each other and her juice spurted out between them wetly.
"Tracey…" she groaned. The sound of her own voice was weak and shaky.
Tracey didn't seem to hear her. She groaned hotly and twirled her clit harder. Then she plunged two fingers into her snapping cuntmouth and groaned again.
Rhonda shivered all over. She felt like she was choking. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. It was all so new and terribly exciting. The harder she squeezed her thighs together, the hornier she got. Her lips ported and she licked them nervously. She could hear the sound of her own breath coating in mpg.
"Ooooooh, Tracey… I can't stand it anymore… I… I… I'm so hot! Pleeeeease…"
"Let me see," Tracey said breathlessly. She reached out and parted Rhonda's legs. "Let me see how wet your pussy is right now."
Rhonda couldn't stop shaking. She let Tracey part her thighs and then Tracey was bending over her, looking straight into her shaking, pink pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," Tracey murmured. "You are hot, aren't you, honey? Do you want me to play with you, too."
"Ooooooh, don't… Ooooooh… I don't… pleeeease…" Rhonda moaned, not really knowing what she was saying. All she could think about were Tracey's swirling fingers and how good they would feel if Tracey would twirl them against her aching clitty.
Tracey reached out slowly. It seemed as if the fingers would never reach her. She drew in her breath in a long, shuddering sigh and felt her pussy gush another flood of creamy juice. Her heart pounded in her throat and her whole body shook with desire.
Tracey's fingers circled gently around Rhonda's pussy. They tickled lightly over her puffy, bare cuntlips and made them bloat out obscenely.
"See? That feels so good, doesn't it, Rhonda? I can tell you like that. Your pussy is creaming honey all over my fingers."
Tracey held up her fingers. They were coated with Rhonda's hot cream. Then she trailed them down, over her smooth tummy and neared her pussy again.
Rhonda moaned softly. She was so horny she was shaking all over. Her puffy cuntlips puffed out and snapped open. Her whole trembling pussy was open to Tracey's light caressing touches.
"Now let's see if you can come this way," Tracey said softly. "Let's see if I can make your pussy snap around my fingers. I want to see you come, Rhonda. I want your hot honey to squirt all over my fingers."
"Ooooh," Rhonda moaned. Tracey's fingers knew just what to do. They probed and tickled all around the inside of her quivering cunt. Then they fastened around her horny clit and tweaked it lewdly.
Rhonda knew that she should tell Tracey to stop. This just wasn't right, but it felt so good. Her cunt had never felt these wonderful sweet thrills. It was like Tracey could read her mind and knew just where to touch and probe to give her the maximum thrills. She couldn't tell her to stop. She wanted to come so badly.
"You're almost there, aren't you, Rhonda," Tracey breathed. "You're almost coming. Your little clit is sticking straight up. It's begging for more. See your little clit, Rhonda? See how it sticks up and quivers?"
Rhonda looked down. Her clitty was sticking straight up, just as Tracey had said. It was swollen and hard. It looked like it was going to explode with passion. She moaned deep in her throat and shivered with lust.
"I'm going to twirl it around now," Tracey said breathlessly. "I'm going to twist it and rub it until you come. You need it, don't you, Rhonda? You need me to make you come."
"Oooooh…" Rhonda groaned. Her eyes were fastened on Tracey's flying fingers. They were doing such marvelous things to her horny pussy.
She gasped loudly. When Tracey's fingertips touched the tip of her straining clit her cuntlips fluttered wildly. Hot creamy juice poured from her spasming cunthole and ran down over Tracey's fingers.
"I'm going to make you come now," Tracey whispered. "I'm going to make you come hard. Just look at your horny little clit. See? You're going to come harder than you've ever come in your whole life."
"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned as Tracey's fingers slipped down the slick groove of her pussy and thrust into her tight spasming pussyhole. "Ooooh, make me come. Fuck me with your fingers and make me come."
Rhonda's cunt was wet and quivery. It boiled up around Tracey's plunging fingers and sucked them in deeper. Tracey giggled and then, suddenly, she plunged them in with all her might.
"Aaaaaaaagh," Rhonda yelped. "It's here, Tracey. I'm going to came. Oh, Tracey… I'm going to come."
She felt her cunt pulse open wetly, accepting the thrust of Tracey's slick fingers. She was filled completely by her flying little fingers. She felt the thrills build to a peak and she gasped and moaned her pleasure. Her pussy was a mass of wet, silky, throbbing sensations. It was wonderful. She'd never felt anything like it in her whole life.
"Eeeeeee!" she squealed. "Oh, Tracey, aaaaaaaaaah!"
"Come, Rhonda," Tracey commanded. She thrust her fingers hard into Rhonda's wet, hot hole. "Come for me, Rhonda. Come hard."
Her titties thrust up at the air. She wished she had someone to suck on them and suddenly Tracey's mouth was there, sucking and biting and licking wildly. She felt the heat in her pussy grow unbearable and she shuddered and whimpered wildly. She had to come now. She was almost ready. Just another thrust of Tracey's fingers would finish her off.
Her heels dug into the mattress. She thrust her pussy upward, toward Tracey's plunging fingers. She met the thrust of Tracey's wonderfully hard fingers with one of her own, grinding her hips against Tracey's hand, making her fingers sink all the way up to her knuckles into her steaming silky cavern.
"Yeeeeeeees!" she screamed as Tracey's thumb found her pulsing little clit. "Yeeeeees!"
Tracey rubbed her clitty wildly. She ran her thumb over the erect little nub and pushed it back and forth with every thrust of her hard fingers. She bit and chewed on Rhonda's throbbing nipples until Rhonda went completely out of her mind with lust.
"Yes! Ooooooh, yes!" Rhonda screamed.
She lifted her hips up high. Her cunt thrust up and opened up even wider. Her pussy mouth squeezed Tracey's fingers tightly, clenching them like she would never let them go. They drew Tracey's fingers in deeper and deeper, filling up her steaming pussy tunnel with sweetness.
Her clitty shuddered wildly and thrust out against Tracey's pressing, nabbing thumb. Then she exploded violently.
"Oh, God! Here it is, Tracey… you're making me come with your fingers… oh… so good, darling… never so good like this… Aaaaaagh!"
Tracey felt the spasms run through Rhonda's body. She grinned as she looked down at Rhonda's wildly lustful face. She waited until the glorious spasms had ceased and then she drew her fingers from Rhonda's sopping cunt with a plop.
"Frigid, huh?" she giggled.
Rhonda sighed deeply. Her body was still quivering and shaking. She gasped a little and tried to catch her breath to answer. Then she broke up into peals of laughter.
"Oh, I guess I'm not," she gasped, laughing delightedly. "I'm not frigid, am I, Tracey?"
"I'll say you're not," Tracey answered, giggling right along with Rhonda. "You almost flooded my fingers out with all that hot cream. You just haven't had the right man yet, that's all."
"I guess you're right," Rhonda answered slowly. "Bill's never turned me on like that. What do you think I should do, Tracey?"
Tracey looked at Rhonda steadily. "Well… you've got two choices. Either get Bill to shape up and loosen up a little in bed, or go to bed with someone else."
Suddenly she started laughing. "Hey, I've got an idea," she giggled. "Why don't you go out on a double-date with Frank and me and Phil. I just know Phil will lick your pussy. You'd get off on that. I'll personally guarantee it."