Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 06:18:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pepper Almond <pepper.almond@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mollyann & Tara

Mollyann makes a video

Mollyann finished her moves in front of the camera, then straightened up and
walked round behind it.

She hit playback, her large blue eyes studying the small screen at the back.

“Oh shoot!” she swore, tossing her long blond curls in frustration

Irritated, she cleared the video and prepared to do another shoot.

She was trying something new, making an aerobics video for her channel. So far
it had not gone well, she was trying to do it alone, and had her camera on a
tripod – but she kept moving out of the frame and the stupid camera would only
record the paisley wall behind her, or in one particularly disappointing
failure, her spandex'ed butt (which she thought was much too large) moving
around as she did her aerobics moves.

She was going to need help.

“I'm goin' to need some help...” she said uselessly to herself, chewing on a
fingernail. Then she shook her head again. Elia wasn't home, and neither was
Lily, so she couldn't dragoon one of her daughters in. Tara maybe?

Tara was one of her friends, about her age, and eight months pregnant with her
first kid. Mollyann didn't want to impose too much, Tara was at the really
awkward stage of the process – she'd confessed to Mollyann she felt like a whale
– but she was the brightest and most intelligent of Mollyann's friends. Mollyann
had spent some time with her just a few days before, Tara had been feeling down
– she'd explained she was extremely “that way” (Tara was of the type that
couldn't bring herself to say “horny” or “hot”) but Dave, her husband, wasn't
interested and was afraid they'd hurt the baby. She'd had a good bawl on
Mollyann's shoulder, complaining about the hormones tearing her up, the mood
swings and the extreme horniness she was experiencing.

Mollyann had remembered her own hormonal surges with Elia and later Lily and had
commiserated with her friend – she knew the feeling exactly. She had encouraged
and consoled and eventually Tara had stopped crying. She'd been there the whole
morning, and Mollyann figured it would be good for her if she dropped by again
and helping with the exercise video for her channel. Tara was on pregnancy
leave, and Mollyann thought she could have better things to do than sit around
the house all day.

She switched the camera  off, and drifted away in search of her phone. She
instantly berated herself, she was always putting it down -somewhere-, and it
never was in the little pouch she wore on her hip and had bought especially for
it.

Mollyann was about forty-two, five-six and quite willowy. She was just starting
to age a bit, lines appearing on her face and around her mouth, but she was
still quite attractive. She had been the epitome of the southern belle in her
youth, and some of the wholesome freshness was still about her person. She liked
to dress flamboyantly, in flowerprint skirts or tight pants, and make her vids
like that, playing the air-headed southern girl to the hilt. Her wide blue eyes
gave her a confused, almost vapid look that fit well with her bouncy
personality.

“Hi Molyann.” Tara sounded down, again.
“Mornin' darlin'. You wanna come over here and hang a bit? I need some help with
my cam – you remember that aerobics thing I wanted ta do?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“I'm tryin' on my own but it just isn't workin'. Can you come run the cam for
me?”

“Ok... I can be there in 'bout twenty minutes?”

“Great golly that'd be nice. How're you feelin' darlin'?”

“Sufferin' on Mol. Dave... well he... let's just say I did not get. Any. Again.”

“Aw honey... well, mosey on over here and when we're done we can have a chat
'bout that. Whaddaya say?”

“That'd be hyper, Mol. Cya.”

Mollyann put down the phone and went to her room. Her spandex pants and halter
top was reasonably chaste (for her) but it left the square of skin around her
navel bare, and at the back. She was at least still reasonably flat, and after
Lily's birth ten years ago she had managed to more or less get her figure back.
She had never looked like Tara did – huge – but she had had her own struggles
with weight and stuff.

Tara. Mollyann had known her for several years, and they were good pals. In some
respects they did differ – Mollyann was -done- with men – but Tara loved her
husband and it was often amusing to talk to her and hear all her problems and
issues with Dave. He wasn't a bad sort, but Mollyann often felt he could take
better care of Tara. Tara had confided in her that he wasn't so great in bed –
anymore – and Mollyann thought that he was mis-using Tara's pregnancy to avoid
having sex with her. Privately she wondered if he was playing around. She felt
angry about that, given her own history. He should take better care of Tara.

The top felt a bit too revealing for Mollyann. She swopped it for a loose shirt
and bra, briefly regarding her pair of large-nippled C cups. She smiled – she
thought they still looked good – before she strapped on her bra and dropped the
exercise shirt over her head. Her long, rather skinny legs were bare.

About half an hour later her doorbell rang. It was Tara.

“Hi Tar!”

“Hi Mol.”

Mollyann's friend was about her height, but MUCH broader. She was clearly
heavily pregnant, her belly was round and protruded very prominently. She was
dressed in a conservative loose skirt  / shirt thing, her breasts were enormous
(they'd ballooned to a full-scale D during the last few months) and so large
they lay heavily on the top curve of her enormous pregnant belly, her pregnancy
bra struggling to keep them in check. She was darker than Mollyann, brown eyes,
her shiny auburn hair cut into a short bob. She had a finely boned, graceful
face that had also swollen a bit with the family way she was in, but to Mollyann
was even more lovely than when she hadn't been pregnant.

Mollyann hugged her, her huge belly in the way and preventing a proper hug. She
giggled and they air-kissed quickly. Her enormous, doughy breasts seemed to
spill out heavily over her inner arms.

“You're lookin' well darlin'.” Molly appraised her, holding her by the
shoulders. She was amazed at how huge her friend's chest was, it seemed she had
grown even more there than two weeks ago when she'd last seen her. She had to
admit, she looked vaguely comical with the huge distended belly and large,
heavily pregnant titties just above, draped over its upper curve.

“Yeah well I don't really feel it...” Tara looked down at the floor.

“Dave?”

“Yes...”

“You still horny and he won't-”

Tara looked up, scandalized.

“Don't say it, Mol!”

Mollyann laughed, she had always been more earthy than Tara.

“C'mon Tar. Be honest with yourself.”

Tara nodded.

“I know, I know... it's just that... well...”

“He doesn't want to stick it in?” Mollyann delighted in teasing her.

“Mol!!”

Mollyann laughed.

“Can't understand why he won't I mean you look gorgeous. To heck.”

“Ah thanks Mol... you're just bein' nice to me.”

“No really. Anyway, c'mon... think you can swing a camera for me?”

Soon Mollyann was doing her moves to the aerobics music, Tara womaning the
camera on its tripod to keep the view on Mollyann. She really went to town,
doing the whole Jane Fonda thing.

Tara did the job well, tracking her quite accurately, though she soon was
clearly tired, having to stand at the tripod. Her big belly was clearly making
her uncomfortable. She looked warm, though Mollyann had the aircon going full
blast in the room to combat the southern fug outside. She finished a routine
she'd edit and splice to the others later, then called a break.

Tara looked relieved and stretched over backwards... for some reason Mollyann
really noticed her breasts as they pushed out her dress forward and upward as
she arched her back. The bra was a real pregnancy bra, with heavy-duty cups, no
hint of her friend's nipples were visible but Mollyann was sure they were there.
For some weird reason her own nipples on her much smaller breasts twinged
suddenly as she thought of Tara's. As she bent forward Mollyann had a look down
her cleavage – but she -had- no cleavage, the tops of her creamy white breasts
where pressed tightly together in a lovely slit-like arrangement and Mollyann
realized even the gigantic bra was actually too small for Tara's tits.

Mollyann had a weird moment where she realized the smooth, rounded tops of her
friend's bust, pressed together like that, looked a -lot- like Elia's young
vulva had, the last time she'd seen her oldest daughter naked – two large round
bulges and a narrow, dark slit between them.

She looked away, somehow feeling... what? Guilty?

Tara excused herself and waddled uncomfortably off to the bathroom. That was
another thing, the baby was large and her friend had a bladder capacity of
virtually zero at the moment.

Mollyann went over to the cam, and did a quick review. It was mostly good, but
she noticed toward the end when she'd done bends and stretches Tara had zoomed
in on the top of her shirt – it had dropped forward revealing the black training
bra beneath her shirt. In one shot Tara had zoomed in so much Mollyann's
cleavage (at least she still had one!) filled the entire screen.

Mollyann felt unsure about how to think about that. Surely Tara wasn't... ogling
her chest? But somehow the thought was... seductive. She was finding Tara
strangely attractive today – she wasn't sure why, probably the pregnancy or some
pheromone she was giving off? She herself had certainly never... not... women?
She wasn't into menopause yet, and realized her cycle was at the part where she
felt the most horny. She'd not masturbated in a few weeks, but realized a
session was due. She felt slightly lightheaded, her pussy thumping slightly. Was
she horny?!

Mollyann wasn't getting any at the moment, since the girl's father had left
she'd never really gotten back into the dating scene. A tiny whispering voice at
the back of her mind told her that Tara was frustrated in her marriage, and,
unbidden, the feel of her when they had hugged at the door entered her mind...
it had been -nice- she now realized, her friend's big soft belly pressing
against hers, Tara's huge heavy preggy-tits so close... and seeing that creamy
cleavage when Tara had bent over just now.

What is happenin' to me? She thought. An sudden irrational need to stroke the
top of her friend's breasts, slide her finger in between the two teats, into the
silken cleft between them stabbed like a thunderbolt into her mind. It would be
hot and so soft yet firm, and -

She shivered, scrunched down with her thighs, her cooter twinging pleasurably
down in her exercise bottoms, sending little ripples of pleasure through her.

Just then Tara came back and a kind of madness suddenly seized Mollyann. Tara
was here, she was so -real- - from her auburn hair, down to her slightly swollen
feet. She felt her open her mouth and speak, and recoiled at the words coming
out of it, but it just seemed to -happen- and she couldn't stop it.

“Tar, can I see your tits?”

Tara froze and just stared at her.

“What?!”

“Can I see your breasts? I think you look just wonderful and Dave doesn't know
what he's missin'”.

Mollyann's mouth was having a life of its own. It had often gotten her into
trouble, but she fervently hoped this wasn't another of those times.

“Tar... I saw what you put on the cam right here. I'm... well I'm not angry, if
that's what you be thinkin'.”

Tara just stared at her. To her own amazement and horror Mollyann heard herself
keep right on babbling.

“Look I know you are havin' some bother at the moment. Really, you look
absolutely fab. I just want to prove it to you... you are -gorgeous- girlfriend!
Dave doesn't know what he is missing.”

“Mollyann I just don't-”

“At least let me look at 'em – I can put some of your fear at rest? You can look
at mine and see how small they are. Yours are so big, Dave has no idea what he
is missin'. You're beautiful, girlfriend.”

“It just doesn't seem appropriate-” That was Tar, always the conservative
Southern belle. The look she was giving Mollyann, speculative, and the sudden
spots of colour on her handsome face told Mollyann something else. She had been
thinking about this!

Real arousal, hot and immediate, flared suddenly in the pit of Mollyann's
stomach. What was -happening- to her?!!!!!!

Why had she never noticed?! Mollyann's heart slowly accelerated, and the
empty-swirly feeling in the pit of her belly intensified. The rush of feeling
was so powerful and effervescent  and fast that she felt as if she was floating
upward out of her exercise pumps. It was like riding in a hotrod, the sudden
acceleration pushing you back into the seat. The sudden horniness was a hot wave
slowly shivering through her.

It felt incredible. Was it the exercise? She wasn't really winded, but for some
reason, for the first time ever, she felt what she'd only felt with a few men so
far in her life, for a woman...

Tara's brown eyes looked into hers, but her mouth was still going in the
opposite direction.

“No Mol... no, that is- I mean- I don't want to...” But those eyes, those eyes!

And those tits. And that ginourmous -belly-. Oh my...!

Somethin's gonna happen. Somethin's gonna happen with -her-. Oh gawd.

Her hands started to shake.

Some part of her tried to rebel, screamed at her she wasn't... one of -those-
women, those... but her Southern mores evaporated as Tara just stared at her,
then slowly, ever so slowly, reached up to the hem of her pregnancy dress. The
arousal and physical reaction was as immediate and overpowering as the first
time a man had pushed his erect... thing into her, and she felt her cooch cramp
in on itself to a slow rocking wave of such arousal as she had not felt in
years. Her cooter lips were getting wet and it felt as if a hot nugget of
arousal was slowly starting to smolder and burn and swell between her legs.

What in tarnation was happening to her?!

She was not sure, all she knew was she wanted to see Tara's big tits, and if she
could somehow maneuver it, touch them. Maybe more...

What has come over me?

She suddenly noticed Tara, really -noticed- her for the first time. Her nice,
wide mouth, the dark brown eyes, how square and symmetrical her face was. There
was just something -about- here, today, that hug at the front door, something
more... what the hell...

Her friend's legs were bare like hers, shorter then hers but well turned and
nice and straight. Tara's hands hesitated at the hem of her pregnancy
skirt/shirt, nervously playing with the hem of the material.

She didn't seem to have the guts to start lifting it up.

Mollyann swallowed. Impulsive need, and a sudden wonderful new... appetite
thrusted her onward.

“No. No. We cannot do this, Mol. No Mollyann.” Tara shook her head slowly, but
her fingers kept nervously plucking at the hem of her dress. She sounded unsure.

“No. Mollyann.”

Mollyann stepped forward, and Tara did not move, still saying “no, no, no...”
but the repeated word stuttered away as Mollyann came closer. She reached up,
and gently traced a finger down Tara's breast cleft.  It was even better than
she had imagined, Tara's skin was glossy and silky hot, the tops of her breasts
flushed and firm and springy under Mollyann's fingertip. Electricity seemed to
flow from the soft warm globe into Mollyann's body.

She drew her finger up again, fascinated, toward Tara's beautiful neck, and saw
her friend swallow spasmodically. Then down, back over the magnificent breasts'
cleft, but this time she made little circles on the exposed, bulging silky-soft
skin. Tara shivered. Her magnificent tits joggled slightly at the motion, hot
pleasure flared for Mollyann and with a hollow pit falling into the middle of
her tummy she leaned forward and Tara managed one “Mollyann... no...” before
Mollyann's mouth met hers.

Despite Tara's words, she kissed back eagerly.

She tasted of toothpaste and, Mollyann vaguely realized, woman. It was chaste at
first,  but  Mollyann settled her hands on both of her pregnant friends' heavy
tits, still kissing her, cupping the big heavy globes gently in her palms,
weighing them, pushing slightly up, delighting in their size and huge weight.
Tara's mouth parted with a slight gasp and her tongue emerged to flick
invitingly against Mollyann's poised lips. Sexual arousal, powerful and
thrusting, swirled upward through Mollyann's body, and she let go of her
friend's bust and pushed her fingers into Tara short brown hair, holding her
neck and head steady so she could kiss her properly.

After a few wonderful seconds, Mollyann tilted her head back, pulled her own
face away, just staring at her friend in wonder. Tara took the moment to whisper
“No Mollyann!” and with a low groan of hot urgency Mollyann leaned in and Tara's
beautiful mouth opened eagerly and they kissed passionately, this time their
tongues met and delight flared hotly and Mollyann groaned again, louder this
time, thrusting her tongue into Tara's mouth, pushing, teasing and playing with
Tara's slippery tongue.

Tara matched the groan, and in turn thrusted her tongue forward, and they
slipped and slid over each other as their teeth clashed lightly and Tara groaned
loudly again and again into Mollyann's mouth.

It sounded like “no”.

She seemed uncertain as to what to do with her hands, and Mollyann seized them,
and placed them both firmly on her own throbbing tits. It felt absolutely
amazing, Tara immediately squeezed slighty, firing bolts of pleasure into
Mollyann's already quivering body. Mollyann's nipples were little stars of fire
and pleasure.

Mollyann was very aware of Tara's very large belly pressing into her, the way
Tara was softly squeezing and pressing her own tits, the fiery passion with
which Tara's mouth now kissed hers, the soft moaned groans Tara was making into
her mouth.

Tara pulled her face back, flushed, breathing fast, still going “No Mollyann...
No Mollyann...” but it was her mouth that was out of control, for she clearly
did not, ever, mean no.

To a blaring charge of sheer sexual excitement, Tara roughly pulled on
Mollyann's shirt, yanked her bra down and in one shocking, riveting movement
flipped one of Mollyann's breasts firmly out of her sports bra, ramming the bra
down roughly over Mollyann's chest and pulling Mollyann's teat up and out and
over the edge of it by the swollen nipple. Mollyann was so overcome for a moment
that she stopped answering Tara's ardent mouth and arched her back and shuddered
with pleasure, gasping, throwing her blond head back, bolts of lightning
shooting from her exposed teat and the super-sensitive nipple being
dragged/pinched by Tara.

“g-gaaaawdddd....!” was all Mollyann manged to say, shivering powerfully.

It was almost funny, if she had been less electrically aroused she'd have
laughed, for Tara again denied - “No Mollyann... No Mollyann!!” as her head
dipped forward and she licked and then groaned loudly with enjoyment and closed
her hot mouth over the achingly sensitive tip of Mollyann's right breast, biting
the tip lightly with her perfect white teeth.

“gaaa....!” was all Mollyann managed, she wanted to say “gawd!” but the sudden
wave of sexual pleasure was too much. She jerked, her knees almost giving way,
but Tara threw an arm around her back to keep her steady, hugging her tight, and
pushed her head down hard and sucked powerfully on Mollyann's pointed tit,
drawing most of the soft, firm flesh of her friend's breast into her mouth.

“...wd!” was all Mollyann managed, racked over a hot fire of arousal and
sensation and need. She'd expected to take the lead, but now Tara was doing so,
despite constantly saying no. It was actually quite cute... she was clearly even
more horny for Mollyann than Mollyann was for her... Mollyann shook her blond
curls in wonder, riding the waves of delectable sexual sensations like an
endless ride on a breaker at a rough beach.

Tara gently bit the brown tip again and this time the pleasure bolts went
straight for Mollyann's coot. It was already thumping powerfully, swollen with
blood, hot, tight, dripping, tingling and throbbing madly. Mollyann shook her
head back, rode the wave of delectable delight washing all over her body. At
some point she simply couldn't stand the pleasure anymore and pulled Tara's head
up, her breast leaving her friend's mouth with a soft “pop!” and settling
bouncily back on Mollyann's nice chest, then they kissed again, and now the kiss
was like fire, Mollyann was so excited she felt her cunt was going to rupture or
something. She cramped her vag powerfully, sending new wracking shivers of
intense sexual delight through her, pulsating in rhythm with her racing heart,
then cramped it in again, setting off new streamers of arousal all through her
crotch and hips and legs and tensed belly.

It was if someone was holding a match to her cunt's lips, slowly running the
heat up and down over the tingling pink gash.

As they kissed, Tara roughly jerked Mollyann's other teat out of her bra too,
slapped the sensitive tip and areola, then pinched it. Not too hard, but
Mollyann groaned into her mouth anyway. The cool air of the room on her nipple
followed by Tara's hot mouth descending on her chest once again and then Tara's
rough, softly rasping tongue was indescribably wonderful over the sensitive tip.

Mollyann pushed her back, out of her mind with desire, started to urgently
fumble with Tara's top.

“Yours... yours I want to see yours... show me yours... yesssss....! I want to
lick 'em... yes Tara yes yes yes!”

“NO Mollyann! No... no...” but yet she grabbed the hem of her skirt / shirt
herself and pulled it up over her head, still muttering “No... No!”

Mollyann was stunned, both Tara's belly and jutting, firm breasts looked even
larger without the skirt / shirt. Tara's two precious teats were still in their
lace and spandex prison, but now Mollyann could see they were -indeed- larger
than she had imagined, spilling like soft dough over and around the edges of
Tara's already enormous bra, the straps at the top that went around Tara's neck
pushing two deep channels into the silken glossy roundness of them. Her big
round belly was so cute, sticking out like a round hill over the girdle of her
pelvis, smooth and perfect, her navel jutting out, giving her a strangely
vulnerable look.

The thing for Mollyann was Tara wasn't fat. Some women did look like her, but it
was always accompanied with thunder thighs and -fat- - Tara was all woman, her
frame still that of the slim 35 year old woman Mollyann knew, the sudden change
of the pair of -huge- pregnant woman's breasts and that big round -belly-
hanging off her slim frame and joined by her slim, feminine hips behind and
below it somehow made her even more alluring and stimulating to see.

She reached forward and in a dreamy, slithering rush of delight she drew her
shaking hand over the glossy-heavy bra-caged globe of Tara's left breast. It was
so -heavy-! She lifted it, pushed it back up against Tara chest, staring at the
loveliness in total rapture.

“You are so -lovely-! So big an' heavy and round an' hot an' perfect...” She
kept staring at Tara's heavyweight tit in amazement. She'd never seen anything
so beautiful on another woman ever before.

Mollyann wasn't just excited, she was -fuckin'- excited. Her vulva was
pulsating, cramping, dripping with juice, she was sure her panties were sodden
with her excitement. She cramped her vagina inward again, it felt empty, and an
almost overpowering desire possessed Mollyann to have it filled with... ok, yes,
a cock, but Tara had hands and fingers and those pillow-like TITS!

A wicked, wicked thought crossed Mollyann's mind... wouldn't -that- be the
ultimate thing to do?!

“Oh yes...” she whispered, looking into Tara's dark eyes, rubbing the heavy
breast, pinching slightly.

Tara's whole lovely body shook. “No... No Mollyann... Mollyann oh Mollyann...!”

The last was almost whispered, and she urgently crowded forward with her mouth,
and Mollyann met her, and they kissed, deeply, ardently. Tara was starting to
lose it, Mollyann could tell, she was a women herself and had done it with men
like Tara was doing now, the urgent kissing, the groans, the grabbing of tits
and cock...

Moving swiftly but with her hands shaking so bad she could hardly get it between
her fingers, she reached up behind Tara's long neck and pulled the bra strap
loose, pulling her mouth away from Tara's to look at the glacial beauty of her
friends enormous pale breasts.

Mollyann whispered a soft “holy fu-” and then stammered into silence. The bra
had been under pressure, Tara's gorgeous breasts too big and heavy for it.
Mollyann having released the strap that held it up from Tara's beautiful neck,
her chunky tits literally spilled out of it, like milk being poured from a
glass. Tara's bust tumbled out of the bra which slid away over her belly fell to
the floor, gigantic nipples popping out and finally relaxing, and the huge
mounds of tit-flesh bounced down and tumbled out and down over the top of her
jutting belly, and finally came to rest about one quarter way down her abdomen,
their enormous weight propped up on the top of her bulging stomach.

Mollyann didn't know if she was to cry, scream, or gibber in amazement. It was
the most wonderful thing she had -ever- seen, the release, the tumbling, hot
flesh... her friend's areolas were swollen outward, two little pointed circles
with Tara's big, stubby nipples mounted on the already raised areolas like
little mountain tops.

“Oh -TARA-....!!!” was all she managed to stammer out, and as if in the most
wonderful dream she took Tara in her arms and opened her mouth and she meant to
kiss her but then the world seemed to be eclipsed by an enormous white teat
rising like the sun in front of her, and the dark-brown areola came closer, the
perfect heavily pointed nipple in the center, larger than her thumb, and then it
was against her lips and she and Tara cried out together as it slipped into her
mouth, and her tongue found it, her pussy seeming to -squirt- wetness in her
panties as nipple and breast and soft, hot skin and woman overwhelmed her and
she sucked it to a low shriek from Tara, then sucked again and gently bit,
eliciting another low scream of delight, it was like going out of her mind but
being crazily aroused at the same time.

Mollyann's white-hot pink-lipped cooter twanged strongly again, and for a moment
she wondered if she had peed herself, her gash was being roasted, -and- was
weeping at the same time, pulsating with a bone-quivering joy that was so sexual
 it was almost not sexual but something out the far side of physical desire and
arousal, so intense it was almost impossible to handle or comprehend.

Ecstatic, she played with it, licking, nipping, sucking, trying to lift its
enormous weight by sucking as much of it into her mouth as she could, lifting
her head and feeling its own hugeness drag it down and then having Tara's nipple
pop out of her mouth to another shuddery gasp from Tara as it fell back with a
soft fleshy slapping sound on the top slope of her bulging, heavily pregnant
belly. Tara kissed and nuzzled Mollyann's blond head, murmuring as Mollyann
ducked her head down in wonder to again gather her friend's gargantuan silken
globe in her urgently sucking hot mouth.

“No Mollyann... No Mollyann... bite my nipple... No Mollyann... No. Lick it...
noooo... no Mollyann, no. Ohhhhhhh gawd Mollyann.... ohhhhh gawd... bite it...
no. No..... bite it bite it...”

But still she arched her back and thrust her bosom forward, craving deeper
sucking, nibbling, from her blond-headed friend.

Mollyann continued ardently sucking, nipping and licking until her neck ached
with it, and Tara's sleek, enormous breast was wet and glistening with her
saliva, the nipple engorged and swollen and vertical, mounted in the soft brown
circle of Tara's broad areola which had also swollen up and forward with Tara's
arousal.

She suddenly let the left breast go, dragging her tongue over Tara's chest and
her deep, cunt-like breast-cleft, and gathered Tara's right teat into her mouth
after a long slow lick over its glossy top to another set of ecstatic “No!”
cries from Tara. Her other hand gathered her friends free breast, tweaked the
nipple, pinched, lifted, played. It was soft, silky, hot, heavy... the nipple
and areola a hard little mountain at the end of the long, soft globe.

Mollyann was enjoying herself so much she could scream.

It was so overwhelming – Tara's big soft belly against her, the -smell- of her
friends warm skin, the magnificence of her breasts, the sheer magnitude of them,
the impossibly large nipples, the racing breaths Tara was taking, her nearness,
her small mewling cries of delight, her physical beauty, her handsome
heart-shaped face... Mollyann groaned against the soft tit-flesh in her mouth,
eliciting a matching cry from her friend who stood quivering above her. Tara's
hands held her head, holding her mouth tight against her tits.

Mollyann looked up at Tara, drowning in her dark, beautiful eyes. She bit the
other woman's nipple firmly, not hurting but firmly, and shook her head from
side to side, joggling the big teat, staring with her blue eyes up at Tara. Tara
shuddered voluptuously, her whole body shaking.

Mollyann briefly let go of Tara's breast. “Yes?”

Tara shivered, the whisper escaping her almost inaudible. “Yes... oh gawd yes
yes yes...!”

Almost mad with passion, Mollyann stepped back, jerked her top down, finally
ripped off her bra, the air cool and wonderful as her own tits at last were
completely free. Her pussy was wet and on fire at the same time, without
hesitation she jerked down her exercise pants and the irritating, constrictive
panties.

Tara gasped aloud as Mollyann became naked, staring at her, but she only had a
moment as Mollyann, now without a stitch of clothing on, gathered her again into
her arms and went right back to gently but passionately devouring her tits.

Mollyann shivered with pleasure as she re-united with her friend's lovely
breasts. Tara's naked belly was now against her own naked belly, skin to skin,
hot silk and melting satin. She wouldn't have exchanged the sensations, the
arousal, the sheer physical insanity of it for anything in the world. Her cooter
under her blond triangle of  pubic curls was melting, mewling, screaming for
attention, her thighs quivering with need, the cool air of the room lascivious
against its naked lips and wet pink folds. It thumped and throbbed in pace with
her heart, swelling and opening and wetting further.

The passion was overwhelming Mollyann, making her mad. She couldn't get enough
of Tara, her big silky breasts, her gigantic nipples, the sheer -weight- of her
doughy tits, the smooth, firm belly against hers, Tara's loud sexual groans, the
way she jostled her breasts against Mollyann's face...

Mollyann couldn't stand it anymore.

Dragging her mouth away she again moved up to Tara's mouth, kissing madly.
Mollyann ran her hand down Tara's arm, found Tara's hand, took it in hers,
guided it in between them. Tara gasped, then stopped breathing, realizing what
Mollyann was about to do, and there was a sweet moment of intense expectation
and teasing preparation as Mollyann slid Tara's hand down the curve of her own
belly, and then Mollyann guided her hand down and down and back and Mollyann's
dense bush of blond pubic curls engulfed Tara's fingers as Mollyann slid her
friends hand over her own furry venus.

Mollyann grimaced, shuddered, urgently thrust her hips forward, molding her
silky-hairy mound over Tara's hand, placing her legs apart to give the other
woman access. Tara's brown eyes were wide, amazed, stunned, dumb with her own
arousal. Mollyann grunted, pushed her fat, hairy wedge down again over Tara's
hand.

“Touch me... touch my cooter...! C'mon Tar... please... please... rub it rub
it... rub the lips oh YEAAAHHHHHH.....”

Mollyann threw her head back, riding her sex down hard over Tara's hand as her
friend met her and pushed her hand down and in between Mollyann's smooth thighs
in turn and into delectable contact with Mollyann's drenched vulva at last. She
was stroking the dense blond hair with the palm of her hand, her fingers down
and -in- between Mollyann's legs, scoring over the sweet sensitive furry lips of
Mollyann's shuddering cooter.

“Yeah... oh yeah yeah yeah Tara.... yes.... YES!!!”

Mollyann shivered, shook her hips side to side and pushed hard against Tara's
hand, but Tara was still a bit reticent and Mollyann leaned down and urgently
started eating a big Tara nipple again while she took Tara's hand in hers,
pushed it firmly against herself between her quivering thighs, forcing her
friend's fingertips further into the melting, pink gash of her southern
girl-cunt.

“OH GAAWWWWDDDD!” was all Mollyann could manage as the stabbing wave of sexual
pleasure rushing upward through her pink gash. She rubbed Tara's hand over the
lips, guiding her, pushing her palm down over the bulging mound, over the small,
slitted lips, her fingers slipping into Mollyann's cleft again to rub Mollyann's
small, ridged set of little minor lips, then up to gently butt into the tiny tip
of Mollyann's frim little capped clitoris where her inner lips met to form
Mollyann's whorled little clit-hood.

“OH -GAAAAAAWWWDDDDD!!!” Mollyann groaned again, jerkily spreading her thighs
even more so Tara's hand could more fully rub her furry-blond pussy. She was
going out of her mind with pleasure, her cunt a glowing tear cut into another
world of shuddering sexual ecstasy that was engulfing her very soul.

Tara was now really getting into it, and then, suddenly, roughly, and smiling
archly, she thrust a finger up into Mollyann's crevice, and it butted into the
sensitive wet flesh and then found depth and slid in a flaring roar of pleasure
right up into Mollyann's trembling vagina. Mollyann screamed softly, clutching
her grasping hole involuntarily at the finger invading her most private place,
shuddered her thighs and then bore down hard on Tara's hand, screaming softly
again, shaking all over.

Ecstasy pulsed powerfully in Mollyann's sex as she clutched her friend's finger
inside her dripping gash once more, her cunt-lips tingling and sparkling and
swelling against the palm of Tara's hand.

She was going to cum. She was going to cum -soon-.

Tara drew her hand down, then slapped it back up, her finger sliding up into
Mollyann's gash once more, her palm slapping the tiny lips of Mollyann's
womanhood and her thrumming clit. She did it again. And again. The sound was a
soft flesh to flesh slap in the quiet room, besides each woman's gasping, racing
breathing.

Mollyann screamed into Tara's neck. It was almost too much, she reached down and
pushed her friend's hand down and away, then moved back and kissed her. She
brought Tara's hand up, it smelled strongly of woman and pussy and sex, pushed
it in between their faces, licked Tara's fingers, tasting her own cooter juice
on it. Tara, her face dark with her own arousal, joined her, daintily licking
Mollyann's arousal from her own hand. Her tongue met Mollyann's over her
fingers, and soon they were kissing passionately again, the raw taste of
Mollyann's aroused cooch all over their mouths and in their noses.

Tara slapped both Mollyann's naked teats hard, then gripped them and held,
rubbing and rolling the nipples between her fingers and thumbs to more
crescendos of intense pleasure enveloping Mollyann's entire body. Mollyann felt
her vag scrunch in on itself, trembling, just about ready... she shivered again.
Her climax was so close she could taste it, her clit erect and burring and
buzzing madly at the apex of her cunt's swollen-pink inner lips.

It was -the- most exciting experience Mollyann could quickly remember.

And she hadn't even really -touched- Tara yet!

Still keeping her right hand on Mollyann's excited breast, Tara slid her other
hand back down the front of Mollyann's body, over her swirling belly and back
into the dark bush of blond pubic curls at its base.

Mollyann groaned loudly and shuddered, dropping her head down in turn to engulf
one of Tara's enormous breasts once again.

Mollyann felt her orgasm start, the sexual pleasure a hot, swirling vortex
roaring upward from the fat blond wedge of her sex, electric shocks shooting all
over her tensed thighs and hips and belly and excited cunt. She jerked her mouth
off Tara's teat, grabbed her hand and roughly dragged it away from her
almost-exploding pussy.

For long moments she stood like that, hovering on the edge, shuddering... then
managed to get the incredible pleasure swirling through her under control. She
held Tara's hand low down, just in front of her naked blond bush, shivering...
and at last the piercing delight roaring from her cunt slowly faded and she
could breathe again.

Tara understood, and was staring at her in wonder, her lovely brown eyes
sparkling.

“I wanna touch yours, Tar...” she whispered to Tara, kissing her face gently
with restrained passion, sliding her hands down over Tara's flared hips until
she felt the big pregnancy pantie's edges, sunk slightly into the soft skin of
Tara's beautiful flanks.

Tara kissed her back. She was flushed, clearly very excited.

“Touch what...” she whispered saucily, boldly staring into Mollyann's eyes. The
reluctant “no, no” she was moaning was in the past now.

“Your cooter... can I... I wanna rub it...”

In answer Tara shook her beautiful hips from side to side.

Mollyann's excitement surged again as she worked the tips of her thumbs in under
the white spandex of Tara's big pair of panties. They were utterly for utility
only, white and quite thick, but few things she'd ever down in her life was so
rawly exciting than slowly peeling them down over Tara's outer thighs and legs.

Eventually Tara's panties came loose and dropped to the ground. Still staring
into Mollyann's eyes, she daintily stepped out of them, then spread her legs
slightly.

“Touch me...” she whispered, still staring into Mollyann's eyes.

Her hand shaking in anticipation, Mollyann reached down and inward and Tara
moaned, closing her eyes.

Tara was... well, it was surprising. Mollyann's fingers found hair, as she
expected, soft as smoke and not nearly as dense as her own. Lower down Tara was
like a young girl, just a silky, clefted slit, no small lips, nothing... just a
big, bulged pair of lips with Tara's wet, deep gash between them. She clearly
was built quite different from Mollyann, who knew she was open and spread out
down there and hanged down a little, contrasting with Tara who was all big lips
and neat slit with nothing hanging out.

It was terribly exciting... Mollyann's pleasure returned with a vengeance, her
cooter starting to pound with arousal once more.

“Oh MollyANN!!!” Tara whimpered as Mollyann gently rubbed and shook the fat set
of silky lips at the base of Tara's distended belly, scrunching them up and then
letting them go, and then carefully pushing just a fingertip into Tara's fat,
poised slit, finding heat and wetness and at last her minor labia, which were
just two little wet stripes... so different from her own inner folds. Neat and
straight and narrow where Mollyann was folded and curved and whorled.

Tara shivered and moaned a “Oh MOLLYann...!” again, then kissed Mollyann
ardently, shuddering her hips and pushing her wet cunt down firmly on Mollyann's
hand, and Mollyann's finger found a tiny hard bump at the top edge of her
friend's weird little ruler straight inner cooter-lips eliciting a fierce hug
and another screamed “MOLLYANN!!” from Tara as she thrust her hips forward hard.
Mollyann lowered her head to a pointed, big teat and sucked hard, sliding her
finger down the fat slit, feeling Tara's labia minora move under it, slowly
parting to depth and more heat and wetness and then she pushed in and her finger
went easily up and penetrated Tara's sex and soft wet silk clutched at it and
Tara screamed and shuddered.

She was tight and incredibly wet and slippery and Mollyann pushed her finger
deeper into Tara's narrow, tight hole as deep as it would go. Mollyann had large
hands for a woman, and she felt her friend's cervix just under the tip of her
finger.

Tara groaned, a long, low, loud sound of unrestrained sex and pleasure, crushing
herself aganst Mollyann, her tits molding their huge, silky weight over
Mollyann's much smaller, pointed titties, Tara grinding her cunny down on
Mollyann's hand. Her mouth devoured Mollyann's, and she groaned again. Tara's
hand, shaking with tension, slipped down Mollyann's belly and into her wild bush
of blond curls.

Mollyann pushed down on it once more and groaned into Tara's mouth. She pushed
her finger deep into her friend's genitals once more, flicked the mouth of
Tara's cervix lightly. She slapped her palm upward into the set of fat,
firm-soft lips between Tara's legs, jostling the pregnant woman's clit. She
shuddered.

That was when Mollyann became aware of Elia in the room.

Tara was so far gone all she could do was kiss and thrust, she didn't sense the
girl. Mollyann turned her head, and Tara obliged her, turning her fierce kissing
of Mollyann's mouth to ardent devouring kisses of the side of Mollyann's face
and neck.

Her daughter stood in the doorway, rooted to the spot, her eyes dark and wide,
mouth open in an O of surprise, staring at her mother making love with another
woman.

The strange, enveloping madness that had made Mollyann ask to see Tara's breasts
seized her again. Tara's finger was inside her once more, and she squeezed it
hard with her vagina. She pushed down firmly against Tara's slapping hand,
riding the pleasure.

“Elia. Come here.”

Tara heard this and almost jumped out of her skin. She tried to turn, pull her
sex off Mollyann's hand, get away, anything, but Mollyann was ready and had her
arm round her friend. She also grabbed firmly at Tara's billowed lips, and,
while not pinching, she held them firmly to keep her friend from getting away.

“Momma what are you -doing-?!” Elia was amazed, clearly shocked, and couldn't
stop staring.

“I'm makin' love to aunt Tara, honey.” It was so easy to say it. Tara had jerked
her hand away from Mollyann's blond gash, it was irritating, it was swirling and
thumping with new arousal caused by Elia's arrival, and hungered to be
stimulated, rubbed... licked?

“But... but...” Elia stammered into silence.

“Take off your clothes, Elia.”

“Mollyann! No...” Tara objected again. It was almost a wimper, and Mollyann
gently twisted the full, thick lips of Tara's cooter in her hand, not hurting,
but slightly hinting at it. Her friend's full belly was a long, soft, silky-hot
pillow along her inner arm as she whisked her hand against Tara's pussy, pulled
out and then thrust her finger back into it. Tara's left breast glistened with
Mollyann's saliva.

“Mom?!” Elia was stunned.

“Elia listen to mummy. Take of your clothes honey, it will feel good.”

Mollyann had long since had... suspicions about her daughter. Her face had
turned red as she flushed, and with a little hitched kick of arousal deep in her
coot Mollyann saw that it wasn't anger.

“What... how do I...?” Elia asked, her voice suddenly thick, as she started to
unbutton her shirt.

“Don't worry honey... don't worry... come here... take off that bra and
panties... that's it...”

To Mollyann's gratification, Tara turned her head, and they both regarded
Mollyann's daughter as she stripped off her jeans and stood before them in her
black bra and panties.

Obviously she was much younger than either of them, her body with the sweet,
plump freshness of just-matured womanhood. Elia reached behind her back, then
seemed to hesitate, staring at Tara's nakedness.

Mollyann's hand was still on Tara, her finger still inside her. She shook Tara's
big outer lips again, pressed her hand a little tighter to the fat wet gash,
rammed her finger a little deeper into Tara's big pregnant cooter.

“HMMM Oohhh... yes Elia... come on honey...” Tara whispered, almost inaudible,
shuddering voluptuously in and on top of Mollyann's hand.

Even Mollyann's hair felt if it was on fire with sheer sex and shuddering
arousal.

“That's it Elia take it off... come on... momma wants to play with you...
yesss....”

Mollyann's daughter popped her bra clasp, her bra shot loose and tumbled off her
chest.

Elia was beautiful, so young, her eighteen year old breasts small B-cups, about
the size of cantaloupes, small, eraser-sized nipples prominent on her dusky
young teats, pointing almost vertically.

Still staring at her daughter, Mollyann voluptuously dropped her blond head to
Tara's breast, and, still looking Elia in the eye, sucked one of her friend's
huge brown nipples into her mouth. Tara groaned and Mollyann winked at Elia.

Her daughter grabbed her black pantie, pulled it down over her white hourglass
hips, let it drop on the ground.

Tara groaned, staring at her, and it was all Mollyann could do to remain silent
with the huge teat in her mouth and Tara's nipple under her tongue.

She'd last seen Elia naked when she'd been sixteen, and in the intervening two
years her daughter had matured almost completely. The puppy fat was almost
melted completely off her, and she'd taken on a -very- adult shape in the
meantime, but just looking at her Mollyann thought she could be forgiven for
thinking her daughter was completely mature – at the base of her flat sexy belly
a dark, lovely bush of curly black hair crouched like some sexy, furred animal,
the hair lovely and soft-looking, dense enough to hide the top of her daughter's
sex-slit in the fold of her perfect crotch.

She was eighteen and already so hairy!

“Come here honey... come to momma and aunt Tara...”

In a long, dreamy moment, Elia was next to them, and Mollyann reached up end
pushed her face toward Tara's, and in a sweltering moment of raw sex, they
kissed, right in front of Mollyann.

Mollyann pulled her hand away from Tara's flat-lipped cunny, stroked her hand
slowly down her daughter's side. She shivered, and more arousal flared hotly in
Mollyann's cunny as she saw Tara push her tongue into Elia's mouth. Goosebumps
erupted all over Elia's smooth hip and curved outer thigh. Mollyann swallowed
nervously, it was so wrong but so overwhelming arousing she could scream with
it.

Mollyann slipped her hand round, stroked down Elia's smooth back, down, over a
young, poised buttock. She seized the hot globe in her hand, kneaded it, then
stroked down her daughter's hot thigh and up the front of her beautiful,
artfully poised leg.

Elia reached out, touched Mollyann on the flank, hesitantly. Her daughter's hand
burned like fire where it touched her, inflaming the skin. Mollyann's pussy
cramped powerfully down below, hot pleasure surging like electric current in its
folded lips.

Mollyann smiled in triumph. Tara was losing control – she lipped her other hand
past Mollyann's, put it on Elia's belly (her daughter made a soft sound of
welcome into Tara's open mouth) and in moments slid it down the front of the
smooth white curve of Elia's beautiful tummy and into the dark bush of pubic
curls nestled between her daughter's legs. Elia groaned into Tara's mouth again,
louder this time, spreading her legs, and Tara's hand quickly and eagerly
slipped down and inward as Elia urged her furry cunny forward against her
mother's friend's hand.

Mollyann came in and joined them, kissing their mouths and the sides of their
faces as they themselves devoured each other.

Elia's hand was still on her mother, and now she slid it down over Mollyann's
hip, then shyly forward, clearly angling at her mother's blond blush.

Mollyann shuddered. This had to be heaven.

Elia was surprisingly good, Mollyann wondered what experience she had (and where
she got it) as her daughter's fingers boldly stroked into the dark blond hair on
Mollyann's pussy-mound, before long slipping down to rub straight down the
middle of Mollyann's tensed-up pink cooter. Mollyann shivered violently, Elia
was -good- - different from Tara, she knowingly flicked Mollyann's broad pink
lips with her fingers, then pushed just a fingertip into the sweltering gash
between the silky folds and stroked it upward, gently flicking Mollyann's
tucked-in erect clit with her fingertip.

A bolt of sexual delight shot upward through Mollyann, seeming to burst at the
top of her head. She screamed softly, reached up, grabbed one of Elia's sweet
young breasts, squeezed and twisted a dark little eraser nipple.

Tara stopped kissing Elia, dropped her head down, and sucked the young girl's
other breast into her mouth with a soft cry of delight. Elia shook, seeming to
go into a trance, just standing there. Tara's hand moved faster between her
daughter's spread thighs. Elia let out a low, animal groan.

Mollyann leaned over and Elia turned her head and in a moment like the
fracturing of the world itself mother and daughter kissed.

Elia tasted of coffee, and also tobacco (was she -smoking-?!) and Mollyann
almost wanted to start telling her off for it but her daughter opened her sweet,
sweet mouth and her tongue came in and... conscious thought left Mollyann's
head.

Mollyann gently twised and turned her daughter's soft, small breast in her hand.
Elia's nipples were swelling and coming erect so fast she could feel the small
nub of flesh grow between her fingers. She met Elia's tongue with hers, eagerly,
and her daughter was -good- - kissing, lapping at her, teasing, withdrawing her
tongue into her own mouth so Mollyann had to penetrate Elia's mouth with hers in
turn, hunting for her daughter's tongue, then meeting it inside Elia's mouth,
then Elia boldly pushing it back into Mollyann's mouth, evicting her mother,
then cheekily penetrating Mollyann's mouth to hunt her tongue in turn with her
own.

Elia groaned softly and Mollyann glanced down, Tara's hand was making little
jerking, circular motions between her daughter's marble-smooth thighs at the
apex of Elia's dark triangle of pubic hair. Elia's perfect thighs quivered and
she groaned again.

Mollyann wanted to feel Elia, and she dragged Tara's hand off her daughter's
pussy, planted it back on her own smoldering slit, and thrust her own hand into
Elia's dark, wild bush of satiny pubic curls. Tara teased Mollyann's puss for a
moment, then in a shocking, smooth movement rammed her fingers again up into
Mollyann's cooter hole. She shook with pleasure.

Through the flaring delight, Mollyann feverishly explored her daughter's kitty.
Elia's smooth little flat  cunt was dripping wet, slick, hot, it was
indescribably wonderful, Elia's lips broad as hers but more... flat, and out to
the sides somehow. She had a fascinatingly prominent vaginal opening, and
Mollyann felt it and probed it in total fascination, gently inserting her
fingertip, and not finding a hymen... had Elia been... fucked before?!

Her daughter shuddered again and her tongue danced against Mollyann's, and to
another ecstatic groaning cry from Elia Mollyann slowly and lasciviously sank
her finger up into her daughter's tight little clutching vagina. She couldn't
find her daughter's clitoris, but slapped her palm wetly and firmly against the
top of the moist folds of Elia's vulva – her daughter's legs quivered as her
mother fingered her, knowing her clitoris had to be somewhere close.

Mollyann had to -do- something, if they kept standing like this she was going to
-die-.

Mollyann let her knees give way, holding onto both other women, sagging to the
floor. Tara followed a bit gracelessly, her big belly and heavy swinging tits
pulling her off balance, but Elia caught on beautifully and sagged gracefully to
the floor with Mollyann, Tara's hand still playing artfully with her friends
thrumming vulva, and Mollyann's finger still buried deep in Elia's sweltering
pussy.

They ended up with Mollyann on her back somehow, Tara's salacious curves on her
left and Elia's sweet young naked body draped over her on the right. Fantasy and
pleasure took hold of Mollyann.

“Tits... my tits... c'mon Tar... Elia... please... please...” She wriggled her
fingers inside Elia – the girl was -wet- her cooter a big wet pink trembling
flower under and around her mother's hand.

Mollyann shuddered her breasts, and both her daughter and Tara leaned in and two
mouths fastened on her nipples.

Mollyann threw back her  head and screamed softly.

Tara's grabbed Elia's hand and her daughter's fingers joined Tara's at
Mollyann's hairy blond pussy, Elia thrusting two fingers boldly up into her
mother's dripping cooch and started slowly pumping into Mollyann's vagina,
shocking Mollyann with how much it mimicked the action of a man on top of her.
Tara's fingers slipped out of Mollyann and concentrated at the top of her fluted
pink sex, flicking and rubbing, driving Mollyann up the wall with the electric
delight of being fingered by her daughter and having her hard little hooded clit
rubbed by her burstingly pregnant friend.

Both mouths kept working on her teats, nibbling, sucking, rasping, kissing,
nipping at her. Mollyann curled her finger inside Elia, and her daughters low
groan sent shivering sexual pleasure down her back.

Mollyann seized a big floppy teat from Tara and a small, pert, petite one from
Elia and started kneading both with her hands, rolling the beautiful nipples
between thumb and forefinger. Both women's hands kept at her sex, Elia pumping
slowly in her mom's burning gash and Tara rubbing, flicking, teasing Mollyann's
pink-red cunt lips. Mollyann drew her finger from her daughter's sex, reached
round and stabbed the glistening length of it up into Tara's hot little
love-trench. She grunted against Mollyann's teat, her vagina clutching
powerfully. Mollyann re-penetrated Elia's hairy little coochie with  her other
fingers, again amazed at how plump and full and wet and soft her daughter's
excited genitals were.

“Oh yessss Tar yes! Elia! Elia momma loves you... you are so hot an'
beautiful... EliAAaaahhh!” The last was jerked out of her by Elia almost
slipping her fingers completely out, then ramming them roughly back into her
mother. Mollyann's mouth was running away along with her burgeoning pleasure.

Her daughter smiled against her breast, pumping slowly, rhythmically in her
mother's pussy, her sweet mouth working Mollyann's tingling nipple, sucking,
nibbling, teasing, arousing, loving.

Mollyann was getting wetter and wetter, the pressure in her vulva building and
building, the insidiously stroking and penetrating fingers on and in her
swirling blond coot driving her on and on and upward. It was inevitable where
she was heading, and the sheer force her arousal and quivering sexual excitement
already possessed stunned her... if she came... when she came... oh gawd.... oh
GAWD!

Tara shivered suddenly against her, shook hard, then gasped, the almost half an
hour's worth of sexual rubbing and licking and sucking and exploring finally
reaching their end game. She made a strange sound, something like
“nnnnnghhhhh!!!” against Mollyann's teat and Mollyann knew she was climaxing or
was soon going to, it was sudden, unexpected, and she tugged hard on her
friend's fat breast, twisting the big, broad brown nipple, the shuddering woman
half on top of her's ecstatic moans ratcheting her own explosive arousal up
another notch. Mollyann tried to ram her thick-lipped cunt faster for her,
slapping her hand up and down over it, her fingers pushing in and out of Tara's
bulging pussy harder and faster.

Tara at last jerked her head back and off Mollyann's tit, her face flushed red,
eyes tightly closed, an expression of such ecstasy and passion on her handsome
face that Mollyann was utterly dazzled by it. Elia drew her sucking mouth away,
staring at Tara, watching and witnessing what was happening. Her daughter's
fingers speeded up a bit and Mollyann weathered another swirling surge of
intense sexual pleasure pulsing upward through her thrumming body. Elia was
excited by watching Tara cumming...

Mollyann twisted her daughter's nipple firmly.

“nnngghHYEAAHHH!YEAH!YEAH!YE....MOLLYANN! MOLLYANN! MOLLYAAAAAAAAANNN!!!OH YES
MOLLYAAAA!!!!!!” Tara screamed, and came.

She threw back her head, rammed her fat pregnant puss hard down on Mollyann's
hand, riding her fingers, her tortured vagina clutching powerfully, then
releasing, then clutching again, tighter and tighter and then it started...
vibrating around Mollyann's fingers, grabbing at them, and Tara screamed again,
something wordless and she shook her chest, her enormous tits flopping around on
Mollyann's, her big belly tight against Mollyann's thigh, her leg quivering and
jerking back and forth over Mollyann's as if she was trying to run while laying
down.

Mollyann snatched a look at Elia's face, she was enraptured, flushed, her
daughter's cute little nipples swollen hard erect, her small mouth half open.
Her fingers has stopped pumping inside Mollyann's vagina, but she didn't mind.
Mollyann squeezed them, she felt her own climax at the edges of the still
intensifying, mad sexual delight roaring out of her own swollen, thumping sex.

Tara was a show, shaking her brunette head from side to side, little bubbling
screams torn out of her throat as she writhed and bucked against Mollyann's
hand. It was utterly fascinating, watching the heavily pregnant, gorgeous woman
orgasming, the huge pointed tits jerking around and bouncing all over the place
as she twisted and shrieked, her huge belly quivering all over, and Mollyann
tried to move her hand to rub and stimulate Tara a bit more but she had closed
her thighs hard around Mollyann's hand, trapping it, frantically jerking and
juddering her hips back and forth, lost in throes of her climax.

It ended quite abruptly, Tara gave one last little shriek of ecstasy and
collapsed onto Mollyann, gasping like a race horse. She reached down and firmly,
but not unkindly, pushed Mollyann's hand away from her just-climaxed cooter. It
was probably too sensitive.

A hand seized Mollyann's jaw and pulled her face firmly around. Elia was right
-there- and they kissed, but this time it was a lover's passion, her daughter
ardent, her tongue urgent, her mouth wide open. The fingers in Mollyann's most
private place surged, and Elia extended two more, stabbing them into the wet
opening, so four of her fingers were now inside her mother's sex. Her thumb came
up her tongue pushed into Mollyann's mouth and her daughter's thumb knowing
brushed her hooded clitoris and...

Mollyann's cunt seemed to crack open down the middle and then it exploded.

It wasn't so much an orgasm as a disaster, the pleasure so sudden and intense
and shattering it was indistinguishable from agony, and for the first few
moments she thought it -was- agony, but it wasn't.

When she had been growing up on the farm, Mollyann had once seen a firestorm,
the wind whipping the swirling flames into a towering inferno of heat at least
two or three stories high, roaring like an animal, irresistable and powerful
beyond reason, running at fifty miles an hour over the prairie, devouring
everything in its path.

And now that swirling firestorm was in her, the flames swirling up over her
belly and hips, and down her legs, the center of the conflagration the fat wedge
of her sex, and it devoured -her-. Her pussy lips -burned- - her kitty was so
hot she couldn't handle it, and she twisted and screamed away from the gash of
it, trying to get away, her most sensitive parts horribly aflame. Her clit was
like it was alive, it -screamed- at her from between the folds of pink, inflamed
flesh, then seemed to somehow tear itself loose and she could swear it was
running up her belly, pulling itself out of her cunt and ripping the lips off
her cooter and dragging them up inside her and the agony intensified and when
she was certain she couldn't bear it -one- second longer it flipped over into
sheer, riveting sexual pleasure, her cooter-lips detonating into orgasm in a
shivering, electric, cramping delight beyond a high ecstasy so all-consuming it
felt as if her soul was burning along with her pussy, and everything faded and
her entire existence became one screaming roar of such unutterable sexual
delight that she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe she couldn't handle it,
and the firestorm turned and turned and the pleasure seared her, over and over,
nailing her to the floor, her daughter's mercilessly driving fingers on her
blond slit and that horrible THUMB riding her swirling, shuddering clitoris, no
respite, and it got hotter and hotter and she screamed, and screamed, and
screamed, and then she just couldn't cope anymore and it felt as if her cooter
was rupturing itself, thumping and tearing itself open, and the pleasure went to
the absolute ultimate of ecstatic sexual climax and there was a roiling, burring
boom between her legs as her orgasm seemed to implode up into her tensed belly
and everything went black, the pleasure too much, the fire surging up from
between her legs, the driving ecstasy burning out her brain, overpowering her
awareness of reality.

She came to, she had no idea how much later. Something moist and hot and
silky-soft, like an opened peach, was pushing urgently yet gently on her hand,
and it took her a few seconds to realize it was Elia's sex. Her daughter had
taken advantage of Molly passing out to mount her own little cunny on her
mother's fingers, and Mollyann came to just as her thrusts became harder and
faster and she straightened out and rushed to her own shuddering orgasm.

“Momma... momma... momma...” Elia murmured it almost like a prayer, her hips
jerking back and forth, urgently rubbing her furry-wet gash over Mollyann's
hand. Mollyann extended a finger, curling it upward and Elia's thrusting hips
pushed her slit over it and Mollyann's finger slipped up her daughter's vagina
one last time.

“Yes El, cum for momma... cum for momma Mollyann... come on... cum... cum... cum
for momma...!”

Elia juddered her deep little cunt down hard on Mollyann's hand, grimacing,
pulled her lovely young body up a few inches, then juddered down again, up, then
down, her face going blood-red. She made a sound almost like Tara, not opening
her mouth (Tara herself was still draped over Mollyann's naked body, watching in
fascination as Elia came) a kind of weird “gnnnnnnNNNN!!!” but she never opened
her mouth, just kind of moaning and growling in her chest. She sped up, ramming
her pussy down on Mollyann's hand, pulling it off, ramming it down again,
Mollyann's finger scoring inside her slit.

“Gnnn! Gnnn! Gnnn” Elia groaned, her face strangely impassive, just the small
sounds, and then she shuddered her hips and a huge convulsion seemed to seize
her, and she close-mouthed-screamed a long “GnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNN!!!!!” and then her
mouth opened at last and as she went into climax she whimpered “momma momma
momma momma!” over and over, shuddering her hips back and forth, urgently
grinded her climaxing sex into Mollyann's hand.

Her pleasure ended in a last crying groan of “MommaaaaAA!” and she too collapsed
forward onto Mollyann, and then relaxed, her breath hot on the top  of
Mollyann's left teat.

Tara reared up, kissed her friend on the mouth. Mollaynn smiled down at her
pregnant friend.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow."