I'm so glad everyone liked part 1! Thanks so much for the kind words and favorites. Right now I'm looking at just one more part in this series, but hey, if I get another idea. . .I do have ideas for a bunch of other stories though, so the end of this series doesn't mean the end of new stuff.
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"No. No fucking way. You have
got
to be kidding me."
"Uh uh." Melissa shook her head. "We'd finished—or I thought we'd finished—and I was lying on one of those giant plants that're in there, just resting a bit, and feeling," she grinned, "
very
satisfied and relaxed, and one of the tentacles comes over and kind of feels me a bit. All right, not standard, but not too unusual. But then it starts playing with my butt, right? Really zeroing in on it, and it just keeps stroking, and then it went in between my cheeks." She took a drink. "It was a little weird, but it felt nice. And then it went further in, and then found my butthole, and there I am covered all over in all kinds of slimey stuff, and before I can even turn my head," she gestured a quick downward movement with a finger, "into my ass it goes."
"Oh my God!" Traci laughed. As usual that summer, her day was being spent lazily hanging out on the deck of a palatial So Cal mansion. This time though, it was the house of her friend Melissa—whose mother had, of course, also gotten that year's must-have for rich and bored Hollywood denizens, a creature from another planet, used for sex. The two of them were relaxing together on a couch-sized deck chair. "You said you don't even let your boyfriend do that! And that thing's tentacles have got to be bigger than his dick."
"Well. . ." Melissa took another sip of her wine cooler and her eyes flashed mischeviously, "Brad may get his shot at the back door after all, if he's a good little boy. It did feel good after I got used to it. Plus it wasn't like I had a choice—after he got going, I was kinda tied down, you know?"
"See, that's why I like the slug my mom got. He can't pin me down unless I let him."
Melissa rolled her eyes.
"Hmph." Traci mock-sulked. "Laugh all you like. I wasn't the one who got a dick up my butt with no prep."
"Hey, who said anything about no prep?" Melissa swiveled to face Traci and leaned forward, her tight black one piece swimsuit giving Traci a nice view at the cleavage formed by her ripe, pear-like breasts, framed by hair that hung down a few inches past her shoulders. "First of all, like I said, I had so much slime in my asshole from us going at it beforehand that I was pretty well lubed. Second, I never said there'd been no butt play at all."
"You mean—agh!" Traci's face screwed up and she shook her head, blonde dreads flying.
"What?" Melissa grinned, "You've never minded it when we mess around." Her left hand reached around the curvier girl, paler skin contrasting with Traci's nut brown tan, and a finger slipped behind Traci's thong, probing around.
"Hey!" Traci jumped a bit in surprise, but made no effort to move Melissa's hand. "Well yeah, but. . ." she was looking a little distracted, "yeah but, that's just a finger or two. It can't possibly feel good to have anything bigger than that up there." Melissa was giving her a sultry look, and the nails on her other hand were grazing up the inside of Traci's thigh. "Can it?" She was starting to breathe a little harder. Her head dropped a bit and she put her hands on Melissa's shoulders to balance. Melissa's fingers were now playing around the edge of Traci's bikini bottom, in addition to teasing her asshole.
"I tell you what." Melissa's fingers had now slipped under Traci's bottoms, and Traci was no longer the only one breathing hard. "My mom's off traveling. . .somewhere. My sister's at dad's place. Want to go down and give it a shot?"
Traci lifted her head up, still panting. Melissa removed her hands from Traci's nether regions. Casually, she licked Traci's pussy off her fingers. With a growl, Traci surged forward, her hands coming off Melissa's shoulders to bury themselves in her hair. Their lips mashed together urgently, quickly parting to let tongues in to wrestle. Hands roamed everywhere, legs entwined. Melissa broke the kiss to bite Traci's neck, and kiss her breasts on the way down to toy with Traci's navel piercing with her tongue before coming back up to cut off the resultant moans with another deep, tongue-twined kiss. When they came up for air, both of their eyes were somewhat glazed, four nipples were clearly visible against lycra, and Melissa could feel an exquisite dampness in her sex that hadn't been there just two minutes ago.
"Yeah," said Traci. "I am
so
for that."
The two of them went quickly inside, wending their way through the house. "By the way," said Melissa as they walked, "you go in there dressed, you're gonna lose that bikini."
Traci was puzzled. "Why would I go in there dressed?"