Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2003 20:59:20 EST
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Gangster's Ball

Tracy sat and starred at the glop of pumpkin innards on the
newspapers. Ben and Tim were both outside now with their
father, trying to get a candle to light in the jack-o-
lantern and she was stuck with cleanup duty again. Sometimes
it felt like she had three kids instead of two. She didn't
really mind all that much, but Tom was taking the boys with
him to Jersey for the weekend and she couldn't go. She had
to agree with Tom's logic, Bergen County was a much safer
neighborhood than the crowded apartment complex they were
living in while he finished law school. She just hated the
fact that she had to work and was missing so much of the
kid's growing up. I t also rankled that he always took the
boys to his parents instead of letting them spend some time
with her Mom.

She had a decent job in a small shipping firm based in
Manhattan, but she didn't want to be a working mother. She
had greeted her husband's decision to go back to school at
age thirty with some trepidation and there had been several
quarrels since then. Tom was good looking and she couldn't
help but suspect that his return to school was actually an
excuse to surround himself with nubile co-eds. At thirty-two
she was still very attractive, but she could see where time
and gravity were catching up to her. She really needed to be
told she was still beautiful, but lately compliments from
her husband were as rare as kids who didn't already have a
costume picked out. The thing that really upset her was his
new sports car and the late nights he spent with his
"discussion group".

As she tossed the messy newspapers into the garbage she
glanced out the window. Tom and the boys had the jack-o-
lantern lit and seemed to be having fun, but somehow she was
removed from it. She felt like she was no longer part of the
family. Knowing they would be leaving for his folk's house
for the weekend while she had to stay and go to work made
her feel so sad she could cry.

Tom hadn't helped matters, she mused as she opened the door
and joined them on the balcony. He hadn't touched her
intimately in over a month and she was as randy as bitch in
heat. On evenings when he wasn't up studying case law until
three in the morning or out to all hours with his group, he
was in bed by eight. She had fought the demands her body was
making, but it was getting out of hand. With sole charge of
the kids, as well as a fifty plus hour workweek, she hadn't
even had time for her vibe and a good book. Tom hugged her
as she came out, said goodnight to the boys and left her
with the job of getting them to bed. By the time she made it
to their small bedroom he was sound asleep.

----

"You all right Trace?"

"Hmm? Yes, fine," Tracy replied as she looked over her
shoulder. Carla, her boss was looking at her with concern on
her face.

"You sure? You look like someone just kicked your dog," the
tall brunette said as she entered Tracy's cube.

"Yes, it's just...Oh, I don't know," Tracy said as the tears
she had been fighting all morning burst out.

"Shhh, there, there baby, tell momma all about it," Carla
cooed as she massaged Tracy's shoulders. Carla was the best
boss she had ever worked for. She was kind, understanding,
ready with a joke whenever things got too hectic and she
personified what a manager should be in Tracy's estimation.
She was also drop dead gorgeous and several years Tracy's
junior. Despite the disparity in years, there was something
extremely comforting in her touch and demeanor. Tracy gave
in to it completely and the words poured out in a torrent.
When she finally ran out of words, anger, dark suspicions
and hurt feelings Carla cocked her head to one side and
stared thoughtfully at her.

"Well, that's just like a man. Midlife crisis gets them all
in the end. Tell ya what, I have tickets to the big masked
ball over at the Plaza. I can't really help with the kids
and all, but there's no need for you to have to be home
alone tonight,"

"Oh Carla, thanks, but I don't want to impose," she said,
but she could hear the pitiful tone in her voice.

"No imposition, besides I needed a date anyway," Carla said
with a wink.

"But I don't have a costume,"

"I'll take care of that. Just get the Drusman shipment out
then take the rest of the day off, paid. Go home, have a
nice soak in the bathtub. You still living over at
Oakgrove?"

"Yes, apartment 216,"

"Great, I'll be over about six with the costumes, we can
change at your place and make it to the party in plenty of
time,"

"Thanks Carla, I really didn't want to spend the evening
alone,"

"Don't thank me yet girl, the night hasn't even started,"
Carla said with a grin before leaving the cubicle.

Tracy finished up the paper work and headed home. She took a
long shower, shaving her legs and pits carefully and then on
a whim she shaved her blonde pubic hair off as well. Tom had
tried to convince her to do so on numerous occasions and she
felt a little naughty, like she was taking some measure of
revenge by doing it while he wasn't interested in her. Once
she had toweled off she worked some moisturizer into all the
areas she had shaved. Her hands felt so good on her now bald
mound that she was tempted to get off, but wrapped herself
in a terrycloth robe and went to make coffee instead. She
started when the doorbell rang, but quickly answered it.
Carla was there with several boxes in her arms.

"Drink?" Tracy called as she went back to the kitchen.

"Yeah, something strong, what a day," the tall woman said as
she collapsed on the sofa.

"Irish coffee do for you?"

"Perfect,"

Once seated Tracy took a good look at her boss. It was
almost like seeing her for the first time; she was so
different when not on the clock. Carla was tall and had an
almost lanky frame. Her raven hair was worn shoulder length
and framed a pretty face with bewitching green eyes. She
looked very tired now. Her face was a little haggard and
slightly pale, while her posture spoke of great weariness.

"You sure you're up for this?" Tracy asked.

"Sure, just let me borrow your bedroom, I'll be fine after a
quick shower and another cup of this," she said as she
drained her coffee cup. Tracy went to get her a refill as
Carla disappeared into the bedroom with some of the boxes.
She had to brew more coffee and by the time Tracy made it to
the bedroom she could hear the shower running. Tracy
carefully poked her head in and once she was sure that Carla
was still in the shower she entered and placed the cup of
coffee on the dresser. As she looked up Carla walked out of
the bathroom with only a towel around her head.

Tracy blushed deeply, lowered her eyes and started to mumble
an apology, but Carla seemed not to mind at all. She took
the cup from the dresser and took a big gulp before putting
it back down and beginning to dry her hair. Tracy felt
strange, embarrassed to be sure, but she also felt a
nameless excitement. She thought that she should leave, but
her curiosity got the better of her and she hesitantly
looked up. Undressed Carla looked even more lanky and thin.
Tracy could see her pelvic bones easily and many of her
ribs. Her shoulders were exceptionally wide and seemed far
too much for the small, pert breasts that rode high on her
chest. Her legs were long and lean, but also looked like
they were very muscular. Her dark pubic triangle covered her
entire mound and Tracy blushed when she realized she was
staring. If Carla noticed the inspection she didn't show it.

"Well, how's that?" Carla inquired as she wrapped the towel
around her chest. Her eyes were sparkling and it seemed the
shower had done wonders, removing the cares of the day from
her like dirt from one of Tracy's children.

"Great," Tracy replied automatically.

"Well, as much as I would like to have you around shoo, I
gotta get into my costume," Carla said. Tracy nodded and
left the room in a trance. She returned to the sofa and
wondered what had come over her. When Carla came out of the
bedroom Tracy looked up and her breath caught in her throat.

Carla wore an Italian silk suit that had obviously been
tailored for her. It was double breasted and highlighted her
wide shoulders. Two-tone shoes with white spats graced her
feet and a bowler sat on her head, tilted to a rakish angle.
A half cape was draped over her shoulders and she held a
realistic Tommy gun up from her hip.

"Al Capone?"

"Close enough," Carla said and smiled. She looked absolutely
edible and Tracy felt an unwanted stirring in her tummy. She
realized her boss looked a lot like her college roommate,
Lindsey. Memories of Lindsey and their two-year love affair
were definitely not what she needed and Tracy firmly thrust
the images from her mind. She stood up and gave Carla a
closer inspection. From the gold watch chain hanging from
her vest pocket to the cigar hanging from her wide lips the
costume was perfect. Not quite perfect, something kept
tugging at her consciousness, but refused to let her grasp
it.

"So if you're a gangster, what am I going as?" Tracy asked.

"My moll of course," Carla said, indicating the boxes still
sitting on the sofa.

Tracy opened the first box and gasped, it contained a black
silk dress with a plunging neckline and a ruffle of material
that started at the rear and wound around the dress to end
at the feet.  The other boxes contained a black cloche hat,
fake pistol, a cream colored chemise and bloomer set with
black stockings and black suede lace up boots. Tracy giggled
like a schoolgirl and hurried into her room to change.

The undergarments turned out to be real silk and felt very
sensuous, especially where the crotch of the bloomers made
contact with her strangely sensitive mound. The dress was
tight through her hips and bust, but fit rather well
otherwise. The ruffle started at the small of her back and
ended at the front of her skirt, showing just a hint of what
they used to call a well turned ankle. The boots were lace
ups and took a bit of getting used too, but weren't bad once
she got the hang of them. She tucked the plastic pistol into
the valley between her breasts and pulled on the hat. A
quick look in the mirror showed a short blonde with heavy
breasts and a lush figure. She smiled and felt good about
herself for the first time in ages; the outfit seemed to be
made to flatter her voluptuous figure.

When she returned to the living room Carla stood up and gave
her the once over. As she did so Tracy gave her boss the
once over as well. She looked great, but there was still
something wrong.

"Almost perfect, all you need is this," Carla said,
producing a long string of fake pearls. She dropped them
over Tracy's head and then stepped back and smiled.

"Perfect," she said as she offered her arm, "Shall we go?"

"Wait a moment," Tracy said and hurried to her bedroom. She
grabbed an eyebrow pencil and returned to the living room.
Carla was watching her with a quizzical expression.

"Hold still," Tracy said as she carefully drew a pencil thin
moustache on Carla's smooth skin.

"There, perfect," she said and smiled as she took Carla's
arm and they headed out to the parking lot. An older
gentleman from next door gave them a strange look, but
seemed to remember it was Halloween and gave them a smile
and thumbs up.

----

The party turned out to be an absolute blast and they stayed
until well after midnight. Tracy had the best time, seeing
her co-workers in a completely different light. Don Collins,
a conservative man from the accounting department came as
Bacchus and did his best to get everyone as drunk as he was.
Suzy Clarke from receiving showed up as Marie Antoinette and
her husband came as Zorro. Jack Segal, a burly foreman from
the shipping department came as a hooker and his tiny wife
as a pimp, complete with huge hat and fur-lined coat.
Scattered among the witches, vampires and monsters were pop
stars and even a gorilla. Everyone had fun and she realized
that maybe she had been wrong not to get to know her co-
workers better. She had it so firmly in her mind that this
was temporary and she realized with a slightly guilty
feeling that she had been brushing them all off.

Carla didn't seem to be drinking as much as everyone else,
but she was easily the life of the party. Tracy had way too
much to drink and found herself in an awkward spot when Bill
Perkins, one of the salesmen, maneuvered her in a dark
corner and tried to put a move on her. She didn't really
want to cheat on Tom, but his hands felt so good when they
closed on her ass. She might have given in when his lips
found her throat, but suddenly Carla was there.

"Son of a bitch," she screamed theatrically. Tracy blushed
deep crimson and Bill looked taken aback. All eyes were on
them suddenly and the whole ballroom had gone silent.

"Trying to take my woman eh? I see how it is you dirty rat,"
Carla said in her best Cagny imitation. When Bill held up
his hands and tried to back away Carla went on.

"Tonight, you sleep with the fishes," she growled and then
pointed her gun at him and pulled the trigger. Several sharp
retorts echoed in the big room as the caps in the gun went
off. People were howling and Bill showed himself to be a
good sport by grasping his stomach and sliding to the floor
with a melodramatic flourish. Carla put her arm around
Tracy's shoulder and guided her back to their table,
shooting menacing looks at all the men and chomping on her
cigar.

"Thanks," Tracy said when everyone's attention went back to
other things and the buzz of conversation filled the room
again.

"No problem, no one goes after my girl," she said as she
kicked her feet up onto the table.

"I mean it Carla, I was about to make a big mistake," Tracy
said earnestly.

"The night is still young," Carla said with an enigmatic
smile. Tracy wasn't sure what that smile or the statement
meant.

----

Tracy was giggling and playing with her pearls as Carla
stopped the car outside her apartment. The lights of the
dashboard winked out and the engine made those peculiar
pinging sounds as it cooled.

"Thanks for going with me Trace, I really enjoyed the
evening," Carla said hesitantly.

"You're not leaving are you?"

"Well, it is past midnight, and we both have to be at work
tomorrow,"

"So? Stay here tonight, it's a lot shorter drive," Tracy
said. She was still giddy from the drinks, but more than
that she couldn't face going up to the empty apartment. She
felt alive and happy now, but she knew that the silence of
an empty house would send her into a fit of depression.

"I don't want to outstay my welcome," Carla said. There was
something odd in her voice, but in her inebriated state
Tracy didn't catch it.

"Don't be silly, come on," Tracy said. Carla smiled and
followed her up. Once inside Tracy poured them both a drink
and flipped on the television. An all night fright-a-thon
was on and as they sat watching the gory movie Tracy
unconsciously moved closer to Carla. She started when the
tall woman's arm settled around her shoulders, but snuggled
closer and returned her attention to the movie. Horror
movies always gave her the creeps, but in a fun way.

Carla's hand was resting on her breast and Tracy at first
dismissed the stealthy caresses as her imagination. Other
than Bill's abortive attempt, it had been a long time since
anyone had tried to put a move on her, but she felt a
tenseness in Carla's body and knew a split second before it
happened what was coming. Even knowing it was coming she
moaned softly when Carla's hand cupped her breast and the
girl's fingers brushed over her nipple. Time seemed to come
to a dead stop and Tracy found herself having a debate
within herself. It was a surreal moment and she almost felt
like she was in one of those cheesy sixties shows where a
devil stood on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

"I can't do this,"

"Why not?"

"I can't cheat on Tom,"

"Fuck him, he hasn't shown the least bit of interest in you
in months. Is it fair that you have to go wanting because
he's chasing coeds? Carla has treated you like you were
gold, what are you going to do, hurt her feelings?"

"But, I'm not gay,"

"I seem to remember your roommate in college and."

"I was young!"

"So is she,"

"But I'm not anymore,"

"No, but she makes you feel like you are,"

"But,"

"Young, sexy, desirable, and admit it horny. You know you're
attracted to her. You can tell she is after you. Quit being
such a prude and live a little, you're thirty-two not eighty-
two for Christ's sake,"

"But I don't know what to do,"

"Leave it to her, just relax and let it come,"

Time seemed to jump back on track and Tracy felt Carla
gently squeeze her breast again. She shivered as the cool
silk of her chemise was pressed into the soft, warm flesh.

"You Okay?" Carla asked.

"Yes," Tracy replied.

"Want me to stop?"

"No," Tracy replied in a small voice. Somewhere in her mind
she knew she might regret it, but her devil and libido were
currently a lot stronger than her poor angel.

Carla gently squeezed her breast again, causing a delicious
ripple of pleasure to pass through her.

"Jesus, you have the most beautiful tits, I've been dreaming
about them since you first started with us," Carla said in a
throaty whisper.

"Really?" Tracy asked. In spite of herself she found the
praise to be uplifting and the small ember of desire in her
tummy was fanned into a flame.

"Oh god yes," Carla said as her finger centered on Tracy's
stiff nipple and pressed it into the yielding flesh
surrounding it. Tracy whimpered and the flame grew.

The tall girl's soft lips moved to Tracy's neck and traced
lightly up to her ear. She moaned softly when Carla's warm
tongue began to worry her ear lobe. The brunette's fingers
still gently rolled her nipple and Tracy felt a shiver pass
through her when Carla gently exhaled a warm breath over her
ear.

"Why me?" Tracy asked. She smiled when she realized she was
fishing for compliments. Had it been that long since Tom
told her she was hot? I guess it has, she thought.

"Trace, you're a fucking goddess. I still can't believe I am
here with my arms around you. Every man at work would kill
to be me right now and a lot of the girls would too. You're
just so wholesome and conservative, I never honestly
imagined you might be bi,"

"I never imagined you were gay,"

"I know, you're as thick as a brick sometimes, I've been
dropping hints for months. When Tom left you alone for the
weekend I couldn't believe it and when you said you would go
to the party with me I had to go to the lady's room and take
care of myself. Even then I couldn't believe how lucky I
was. When I saw you in that dress I knew I was going to try
it, now just relax cause I'm gonna rock your world,"

With that declaration she took Tracy into her arms and their
lips met. It was hesitant at first. Tracy still unsure, but
Carla's tongue was persistent and before she knew it her
lips parted and she was sucking desperately on the
brunette's tongue. With Carla's strong arms wrapped around
her she gave in to the need inside and pushed all doubts
from her mind. Carla's tongue was soft and not as wide as
Tom's, but it seemed more agile and soon she realized she
had never been kissed so soundly. When Carla's tongue
retreated her own followed it into the warm cavern of her
boss's mouth. Carla's mouth was sweet and tasted like the
drink she had been sipping.

Tracy was clinging to Carla's shoulders and barely noticed
when the girl's hands found the zipper to her dress and
brought it down. Carla broke the kiss and peeled the dress
down to the married woman's waist, her eyes never leaving
the soft mounds of Tracy's breasts and their delicate silk
covering. Her hands were shaking as she reached up and
hefted the twin orbs, gently squeezing as she did so. Tracy
arched her back, thrusting her tits out and smiling at the
rapt expression on Carla's face. How long since you have
seen that? she asked herself.

Carla dipped her head and kissed her way down the slope of
Tracy's breasts, eventually capturing a nipple in her mouth.
She sucked hard and then lashed her tongue over the stiff
button of flesh. Tracy groaned and knocked the bowler off,
tangling her hands in Carla's raven tresses. She had never
had anyone pay such loving attention to her breasts and the
sensation of Carla's tongue sliding over the slick silk was
new and exciting.

"Yes," Tracy hissed when Carla's teeth began to nip at her
swollen nipple. Each time her boss's teeth came together on
her nipple it sent a shock wave into her system. The girl's
hands still gently kneaded her breasts, the gentle massage
providing a counter point to the hard sucking and nipping.
Tracy felt her hips begin to jog and the slick feeling of
her nether lips sliding against one another that told her
she was very wet.

How long that went on she would never know. Carla seemed
entranced by her breasts and moved back and forth between
them until Tracy felt the twinge in her pussy that announced
she was about to come. Tracy's nipples had always been
sensitive, but she never imagined she could orgasm just from
having them played with. Even as she thought this the first
contraction in her soaking pussy made itself known. The
orgasm was unlike any other she had ever experienced. Gentle
ripples of pure bliss pulsed outward from her center and
suffused her body. There was none of the violence of the
orgasms she was used to from intercourse or her vibe, but
rather a pleasant indolence and languid feeling of euphoria.
She sighed as the last of the ripples faded away and Carla
looked deeply into her eyes.

Those green eyes held a love that was shocking in its
frankness and overwhelming in its passion. Where the orgasm
had produced only a sigh the look in those eyes stole her
breath with it's intensity. Carla's hands pulled the chemise
from the dress that was still bunched around her waist and
whisked it over her head. Those green eyes still held that
fevered hunger as she leaned forward and rode Tracy's body
back onto the sofa. She had barely settled between Tracy's
legs when her lips pressed to the older woman's and her
tongue thrust past Tracy's parted lips. As they kissed
Carla's hands dug into the cloth bunched at Tracy's waist
and she raised her body up by pressing her chest down onto
the supine woman's. Tracy knew what the girl wanted and
lifted her ass off the sofa long enough to allow the
material to slide past her hips. Her boss then rose to her
knees and pulled the dress and bloomers down her long legs,
which Tracy held up in the air for her.  Carla tossed the
costume aside, leaving Tracy in only her stockings and
boots.

Tracy was a little embarrassed when she realized the girl
was staring at her bald mound, but she had no time to
explain. With a growling noise the girl dived between her
splayed thighs. Tom wasn't much for oral sex. Getting head
from him usually involved a few kisses around her mound and
perhaps a desultory stab at finding her clit before he
mounted her. It was little surprise then, that she was
totally unprepared for the voracious mouth and tongue than
now scoured her dripping pussy. Carla drove her stiffened
tongue between Tracy's satiny lips and just went wild
licking, sucking, and lapping. Not having any pubic hair
seemed to make the sensations more intense, not that Tracy
needed any more stimulation. Tracy moaned, whimpered, and
gasped as the relentless assault continued.

When Carla forced a stiff finger deep into her channel her
inner muscles clamped down on it and then spasmed in
delight.

"Omidgod, Omigod, Omigod," Tracy gasped as a monster orgasm
hit her. She felt like her blood had turned to fire in her
veins and every muscle in her body contracted at once. When
they relaxed the sensation of relief was totally eclipsed by
mind shattering waves of pleasure. Her hips bounced so
wildly that Carla was thrown off and could only continue to
wildly plunge her finger into Tracy's spasming pussy.

How does one measure time during something like that? It
could have lasted just seconds or perhaps eons. Her world
had contracted down to just her body and the exquisite
pleasure she was feeling, a pleasure so keen it bordered on
unbearable. When she began to come down from that blissful
high she felt her heart hammering in her chest and heard her
own whimpers. The sensations and sounds were disjointed, not
part of any coherent sense of self, but more like she was an
audience watching a play. Her eyes fluttered open suddenly
and she saw Carla still stroking her finger in and out, but
gently now.

"That was incredible," she managed, causing the younger
woman to beam.

"Well, it is Halloween, and that means trick or treat. I've
had my treat, ready for yours?" Carla said when Tracy's
breathing had returned to normal.

"I think I already had mine," Tracy said, smiling softly.
The girl rose and smiled then unbuttoned the fly of her suit
pants.

"No, that was my treat, here's yours," she said as she
fished inside the fly and pulled out an extremely stout
dildo. It was flesh colored, with a fluted head and veiny
shaft. Significantly longer and thicker than her husband's
penis it was rather imposing.

"My god," Tracy ejaculated. Carla returned to the sofa and
knelt between her still parted thighs.

"You like it baby?" she asked as she took Tracy's hand and
brought it to the thick shaft. When her fingers closed on it
Tracy began to stroke it, by force of habit. She realized it
was really thick when her fingers could barely close around
it.

"It's beautiful, but I thought you said you didn't expect
this?"

"I didn't, but I did hope I would get into your pants and I
wanted to be ready if I did. I told you I was going to rock
your world," The tall girl said as she enjoyed Tracy's
stroking.

"You've already done that," Tracy said although she was
impressed with the dildo and wondering what something that
big would feel like inside her. She felt the fire of her
desire being rekindled and marveled that this girl could do
that. She thought she would normally sleep for a day after
an orgasm like the one she had just experienced.

"Not even close," the girl said and grasped the shaft of her
cock. She began to stroke it up and down Tracy's still wet
lips.

"Ohhhh, aren't you going to take your pants off?'

"Nah, I think the illusion adds to the excitement, don't
you?"

"Yes,"

"Just call me scarface," Carla whispered.

Tracy took in her breath sharply when the big head settled
at her entrance. She had her eyes closed, but could feel
Carla shifting her body to get better purchase on the plush
sofa. Slowly she felt the girl's body tense and with it came
a steady pressure on the dildo. At first the ring of muscles
at her entrance refused to admit the intruder, but over time
the pressure built. At some point those stubborn muscles
gave into to the steady pressure and relaxed just a
fraction. With shocking suddenness the head and about two
inches of the wide shaft shot into Tracy's tight channel.

"Oh!"

"Too much?" Carla asked in a concerned voice. Tracy shook
her head. It felt incredible, she felt stretched, filled,
and open at the same time.

"No, just go slow," the married woman hissed. Her eyes were
tightly shut and her hands seized Carla's. She held tightly
and tired to relax as Carla worked more of the big cock into
her tight channel with her hips. She could fell every ridge
and vein as it sank deeper, soon reaching a point that
nothing had ever touched before. Even then it relentlessly
dove deeper until she felt Carla's mound bump against her
own.

"In," the girl shouted triumphantly.

"Mmmmmmmm," was the only response Tracy could muster.  She
squeaked when Carla first withdrew some of it and thrust
back in.

"Slow," Tracy begged.

Carla nodded and placed her hands on Tracy's hips and began
to slowly work the big cock in and out. In tiny increments
she lengthened her strokes until she was slowly stroking
into Tracy with most of the long shaft. Once satisfied that
she wasn't hurting her lover she gradually increased the
tempo and power of her motion.

Tracy groaned and then barked with each down thrust. Her
body began to respond and soon she was raising her hips to
meet Carla's thrusts. The girl was still going slow, still
being extremely careful. Too careful. Tracy realized that
while she was having the time of her life poor Carla was so
caught up in making sure she didn't cause pain that she
couldn't be enjoying the experience to it's fullest.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard," Tracy hissed. It seemed to be
all the slim girl needed and with an inarticulate cry she
began to drive her cock into Tracy with deep, stabbing
lunges. For Tracy it was pleasure beyond imagining, sex had
never felt so good. Soon the only sounds in the apartment
were the slapping of their bodies together, the maniacal
laughter of the mad scientist from the TV set and their
mutual cries of pleasure. Carla's thrusts became uneven and
jerky as her orgasm approached. Tracy was already in the
throes of her third orgasm when the girl buried the cock to
it's hilt with a single thrust and her body tensed.

"Fuck!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

They lay together in the afterglow, Carla toying with
Tracy's hair. When the older woman finally regained her
senses the girl's intense green eyes again confronted her.
The dildo was still sheathed in her pussy and her body still
spasmed with the occasional aftershock.

"Beats a scary movie eh?" Carla said with a grin.

----

Saturday neither of them felt like going to work so they
both called in and spent the whole day fucking each other
senseless. Carla went home Sunday after a morning marathon
session with the big dildo and by the time Tom and the kids
got home Tracy had showered and was sipping her second cup
of coffee. He breezed in and kissed her cheek while making
himself a cup. The kids were fighting over who's bag of
candy was who's, but it hardly mattered.

When she had endured noise long enough, she stepped in and
settled the argument by threatening to take both bags
herself. The kids quickly reached an agreement and went to
their rooms to eat themselves sick. Tom smiled and held his
hands behind his back.

"Trick or treat hun," he said.

"I'll take the trick, I've had more treats than I can
handle," she said smiling contentedly.

Finis