Kayla and Tracy: A Day in the Life

Awoken by the sunlight, Kayla rubbed the sleep out of her 
eyes, then vaguely gazed at the city scene outside of her 
panoramic windows.  Realizing that if was a bit cold to her 
left, she glanced over in that direction to confirm what 
she thought.  

"Damn, I must have slept a bit late," she muttered to no 
one in particular.

Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she pulled the sheet 
off of her, then sat up, feeling that now-familiar spring 
of that unnatural silicone on her chest.  Idly toying a 
nipple, she looked down at her man-made bounty.  "Hmm�maybe 
I should have done for that G cup?  Nah."

Twisting herself to the side, she stood up, feeling her 
long dick slap against her thighs.  She almost walked out 
her bedroom before stopping to pull her robe off its hook 
by the bedroom door.  She pulled it around her back, 
letting it drape over her boobs down to around her knees.  
"Wait a sec?  The maid's going to be late today because 
she's dropping her kid off at school," she thought to 
herself.  "That's the only reason I wear this damn thing in 
my own place."

Walking out of the door and past her gym, she strode into 
the open living room, blinded by the light.  She drunk in 
the view, then turned towards the kitchen next to it, when 
she saw Tracy sitting at the table finishing a big bowl of 
Fruity Pebbles.  She was dressed in her usual uniform of a 
breast-framing baby tee, this time white, and a tight pair 
of jeans along with a purple headband.

"Mornin' sleepyhead!" Tracy said as she flashed an 
incandescent smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Kayla muttered as she trudged to the counter 
to see if there was any coffee available.  "Shouldn't you 
be at school right now?"

"I will in a bit.  I'm just glad to see you this morning."

As Kayla fumbled around the cabinet for a coffee mug, Tracy 
took the chance to check out her lover from behind.  
Sipping on her orange juice, she gazed first at the broad 
shoulders at the top of her 6'5" frame, then her huge tits, 
then her tiny waist, then her big round ass.  "Damn, if I 
were a man�fuck it, if I could use my strap on her�"

Tracy was snapped out of her reverie when her lover turned 
around, and her long, limp, luscious piece of meat between 
her legs snapped into view.  A light bulb went off in her 
head as Kayla walked towards her.  As soon as she was close 
enough, she made her move.

"Whoa!" Kayla said as Tracy reached out and grabbed her 
dick, spilling a bit of her hot coffee onto Tracy's hand.  
"What a way to wake up!" she laughed.

"Well," Tracy said as she held the member in her hand and 
started stroking it.  "I just felt like giving you a 
blowjob until you cum.  Do you mind?"

"Yeah, sure, sure hun," Kayla said, sucking her teeth as 
she felt Tracy's tongue on her tip.  "Just let me put my 
coffee down."

"Oh, alright," Tracy said as she backed off just long 
enough for Kayla to put her coffee down and open up her 
robe just a bit more.

She placed one hand on Tracy's head as she felt those slips 
sucking her in inch by inch.  She felt that tongue swirl 
around her tip and shaft and those hands pump the rest of 
her dick.  Little by little, she felt Tracy start trying to 
swallow all of her now-rigid length, and she gasped with 
each little bit guided down into her neck.  Finally, she 
just grabbed Tracy by her hair with one hand and started 
fucking her skull, feeling her lover's spit coat her shaft 
as she plunged in and out of her head, the sucking tugging 
at her tip.  She felt her knees start to buckle, and she 
placed her free hand on the table to keep her balance.  
Then Tracy pulled her head all the way back to her tip and 
started pumping that dick in her hands as fast as she 
could, sucking and flicking her tongue on the head.

"Fuck, you want me to cum that fast?"

"Yeah, bitch, gimme that fucking cream now!" Tracy said as 
she pumped that thick dick in her hands.

Composing herself, Kayla replied, "Could I bend over that 
table while you do it?  I don't want to pass out on you."

"Sure hun!" Tracy said as she let go of Kayla's dick, 
dodging to avoid it hitting her face as she slid under the 
table.  "I just can't wait to get the cream out of this 
foot-long hot dog of yours."

"Uh, you know that's a bad porn line, right?"

"C'mon, lighten up!" Tracy said as she playfully slapped 
Kayla's thigh.  "Now bend over.  I gotta get to class."

Tracy slid herself between Kayla's legs, then reached up 
with her mouth to stretch her lips around that thick pole.  
Closing her eyes, she reached up with her hands and started 
to milk that thick shaft with her hands as she sucked.  
Feeling it begin to throb in her mouth, she started 
stroking harder, slowly dialing down her sucking until her 
lips were lightly wrapped around the shaft just below the 
head, her tongue playing with the pulsating glans.  Above 
her, she heard that telltale groan, and her eyes smiled as 
she felt the hot liquid hit the inside of her cheeks.  With 
each shot, she gently swallowed, feeling warm as she 
swallowed every drop that flowed into her mouth,  After 
slowing to a trickle.  She licked up and down the shaft, 
nuzzling it a bit before gently removing the last bit of 
semen on the tip with her tongue.  

Tracy sat there under the table, enjoying the moment, when 
something told her to reach in her pocket and check the 
time on her cell phone.  "Oh shit!" Tracy said.  "Gotta get 
to class!"  She gave Kayla's dick a peck on the tip, then 
scrambled from under the table onto her feet.  She ran over 
to the couch, slug her backpack over her shoulder and 
headed out the door.  "See ya after classes K!"

"See ya!" Kayla said, still sprawled out over the table.  
She reached over to her cooling cup of coffee and took a 
sip before finally noticing how cold the table was on her 
nipples.  She propped herself up on her elbows and slowly 
nursed the java in her hand.  "Ah, what a wonderful life I 
live," she said to herself as she looked out over the view.

***

Kayla flung her towel over her shoulder as she stepped out 
of the locker.  Partially blocking the way out, she stopped 
and cast her gaze over the many people sweating off the 
excess calories provided by plentiful food and sedentary 
work.  She really didn't need this members, but she enjoyed 
the occasional opportunities to hook up with women.  
Besides, she needed the human contact.  

"Hey K!  Haven't seen you in a week!"

Kayla turned and looked over her shoulder at the woman 
saying hello to her.  "Hey Suze.  How are ya doing?"

"Nothing�just finishing with the free-weights.  Are you 
about to hit the treadmill as always?"

"Yep.  You're wearing your usual skin-tight gear I see," 
joshing on her acquaintances looks.  She was wearing her 
usual baggy t-shirt and sweatpants on her average height 
that didn't appear overweight from anyone's guess.  Her 
shoulder-length mousy brown hair was pulled back into a 
pony tail, and her wan complexion looked worst under the 
harsh gym lights.

"Yeah, yeah" her friend answered.  "If I had a gym at home 
and had rock-hard abs, arms and super-perky tits, I'd just 
wear a sports bra myself!"

"True," Kayla said as she waved for her friend to come 
along with her towards the treadmills.  "Remember though, I 
have money, and you have kids.  Certain physical things 
come with both, Suzie."  

"Oh, don't I know it?" Suzie said as she worked her machine 
around the machines and over to the treadmills.  

She gazed back at her friend, and noticed her checking out 
her arms.  "Eh, no biggie," she thought to herself as she 
climbed the stairs to the short platform the treadmills 
were on.  She chucked her towel over the railing, then 
glanced over to her friend.  "Ready for five miles on the 
hills!"

"Sure!"

They both programmed their treadmills, hit start and began 
their run.  Kayla flashed her friend a smile as she started 
to get her momentum going on the treadmill.  "So how are 
the kids?"

"Kids," Suzie said under her slightly strained breath.  
"Just getting back into the swing of school.  The oldest 
one is in junior high, so she's getting at that stage with 
boys and all that."

"Yeah, I feel ya."  Kayla liked talking to Suzie.  It 
killed the time, and besides, it was nice to talk to an 
ordinary person around her age.

"How's your friend Tracy?  Is she still at NYU?"

"Yeah, managing to do absolutely nothing as usual," Kayla 
strained to say as the first computer programmed hill had 
her going up a bit of an incline.  

"Remember, do the talk test!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." 

"Jeez, for a chick, you can be so macho at times."

"Yeah, I take my cues from those 'roid freaks over there," 
Kayla said, pointing out a particular bound man doing free 
weight curls a couple dozen feet from where they jogged.  
"So how's the baby?  Is he still doing that web site for 
school?  I swear, one of these days�"

Kayla noticed her friend staring at her arms, then checking 
out her form.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Suzie said.  "Wait, that's a lie.  I mean, I 
know you got your boobs done�"

"And it's worth every damn penny thanks!"

"�and I was just wondering, comparing your arms to those 
guys.  I mean, if you got a little bit of lipo done, it's 
OK, ya know?"

"Well, a little bit around the belly," Kayla said, "but I 
got another secret to success."

"What is it?"

"Just stop by my locker after you're done on the treadmill.  
I'll be in the back row over by where the saunas are."

"You sure about this," Suzie said as she furrowed her brow, 
struggling to keep on the treadmill.  "I mean, I don't want 
to be around anything illegal or anything or.."

"Nah, you're good people.  Why would I subject you to some 
mess like that?"

The two fell quiet as the toughest hills in the treadmill 
program came up, forcing them to expend their energies on 
tackling the treadmill, not the latest chatter of the day.  
As their runs on the treadmill glided to a halt, Kayla 
glanced in her friend's direction, wordlessly asking if she 
wanted to follow.  Soon after, Kayla picked up her towel 
and wiped her face off as she strode powerfully off the 
treadmill and through the gym back to the locker room.  She 
didn't even notice her friend behind her until she had just 
entered the locker room.  

"You sure you want to find out," Kayla said as she gazed 
behind her.

"Sure," Suzie said, somewhat puzzled by the remark.  "Why 
wouldn't I?"

"OK," Kayla said as she turned into the last row of 
lockers, then walked over to her locker.  Fingering the 
combination, she popped open the lock, then threw her towel 
in.

"So�what's this secret to your muscle tone?"

"You sure about this now?"

"Of course!" panted a somewhat annoyed Suzie.  

"OK.  Close your eyes, give me your hands, and I shall put 
it in your hands."

"Oh, alright," Suzie said as she closed her eyes and stuck 
her hands out.  After hearing a bit of rustling, she felt 
Kayla's strong hads gently put her hands forward then down.  
Then she felt something she never could have expected.

"No way!" she said as her eyes popped open.  "I mean, I 
kinda suspected you were lesbian, but�you have hips and, 
um�"

"Yep," Kayla said with a mischevious laugh.  "I am what I 
am."

"Hmm�" Suzie said as she felt around.  "Wait a sec.  Is 
this just a strap-on like I hear about.  I mean�this is 
thicker than my husband's, and it's not even hard."

"Tell ya what," Kayla said as she rooted around in her 
locker.  She found a pen and paper, then hurriedly 
scratched out her address and phone number.  "If you want 
to see it live and in person, call me, OK," Kayla said as 
she pulled out of Suzie's hands out of her pants to plant 
the paper in her palm.  

"OK," Suzie said as she pulled her other hand out of 
Kayla's track pants, then slowly stepped away, her eyes 
still in disbelief.

***

The night found Kayla sprawled out on the couch with 
nothing but track pants on.  The remote in her hand, she 
was watching the 10 o'clock news half asleep.  Kayla was 
curled up on an adjacent couch, coffee in hand as she read 
an assignment for school.  The night floated like a dark 
curtain mottled with orange-yellow light just beyond the 
floor to ceiling windows.  

"How's the book you're reading Trace?"

"Well, Fanon is pretty interesting," Tracy replied.  "I 
didn't know Algeria was a colony of France.  And it's 
pretty interesting.  I'm just getting into it."

"Cool.  Gee, I wonder if�" Kayla said as she felt her phone 
vibrate.  "Hold on Trace while I get this."

"Hello?  Sure, you can come by now.  It's 250 East 72nd.  
Just go to the penthouse.  I'll call the doorman, and let 
him know you're on your way.  Sure.  YES, it's OK.  She's 
right here, I'll ask.  OK�see ya in 5."

Putting the coffee and book on the table, Tracy sat up and 
asked "now who are you seducing now?"

"A friend from the gym.  I told her what I had, and she's 
curious about it," Kayla replied.  "Deb," she screamed, 
"could you call the doorman and let him know a Suzie is on 
her way to see me?"

"Yes, mistress," the maid yelled back from the kitchen.

"Lemme finish this coffee," Tracy said.  "I've got to see 
this.  And you might want to get decent yourself homegirl!" 
she finished, gesturing to her lover's bare voluminous 
breasts.

"Damn, just when I wanted to show her I had more," Kayla 
giggled.  "Alright, I'll get up and find a sweatshirt."

Kayla scrambled to her bare feet and padded back into her 
bedroom.  Walking over to her closet, she rifled through 
her clothes, looking for a sweatshirt she wanted to throw 
on in short notice.  Suddenly, she spotted her old gray 
Stanford sweater from her college days.  Satisfied about 
her choice, she pulled it off the hanger and over her head, 
straining a lot over her huge breasts.  "Yeah, that's 
right.  Before all of this damn surgery, I was smaller up 
top," she muttered to herself.

She walked back over towards the door, when she felt her 
maid walk up on her.

"Mistress, your guest is at the door."

"Let her in.  I'll be seated on the couch."

Kayla glanced down, nervously tapping the couch when she 
heard a familiar voice in the cavernous living room.

"V-very nice place.  You have a great view of the city 
here," Suzie said, gazing out the window.  She was wearing 
the same clothes she had on the gym, but the faint sheen of 
sweat on her brow wasn't for the work out.

"Hey Suze!" Kayla said as she gestured to Tracy.  "That's 
my roommate, lover and drain on my prodigious bank account, 
Tracy Smith.  Tracy, meet Suze."

"Yeah, yeah bitch" Tracy giggled back.  "You just brought 
her up to drain your prodigious balls like the women you 
used to have up here more often back in the days.  I 
remember the surprises you brought home."

"Hush child!  Remember, I'm paying that NYU tuition," Kayla 
said, answered only by an outstretched tongue from her 
lover.  "Besides," Kayla said as she patted the free space 
next to her on the couch, "you're making my guest nervous."

"Well we�"

"Shh!" Tracy replied as Suzie took a seat next to her.  She 
wrapped a reassuring arm around her.  "So how do you want 
to do this?  I'll go at whatever speed you want."

Suzie glanced down at the semi-hard cobra in Tracy's pants, 
then at the form-fitting sweatshirt she had on.

"So you want to Stanford, huh?"

"Yeah, unfortunately.  We're getting our asses kicked in 
football this year though.  Where have you gone John 
Elway!" Kayla said with a laugh.  "But if you're wondering, 
they're really�expensive.  Want a feel?"

Suzie replied by lifting up the bottom of Kayla's 
sweatshirt with one hand and reaching under with the other.  
She pawed all around one of Kayla's breasts, feeling the 
resilient softness and the slightly hardening nipple.  She 
then felt her hand being guided down to Kayla's leg, where 
she felt her workout buddy's dick grow firmer and longer 
with each guided stroke.  Her eyes trailed down to the leg, 
lingering for a bit before Kayla slowly extricated her 
hands off of her and stood before her.  Kayla then pulled 
down her pants with little fanfare, her hardening dick 
spring out a bit to her gaze as her open mouth went dry.

"So,," Kayla said as she looked over her tits at her gym 
friend.  "Like what you see?"

Suzie reached up and gently touched  the thick shaft 
hanging out in front of her.  She held it straight out with 
one hand and gently stroked with the other.

Kayla in response just glared at her wordlessly, and Suzie 
barely placed the tip inside of her mouth.  Slowly, but 
surely, she took more of her dick into her mouth, even 
swirling around her tongue on the tip, eliciting a giggle.  
Kayla gently stroked  her friend's hair, moaning as she 
felt her tip and a few inches of her shaft slide in and out 
of Suzie's mouth as she got progressively more erect.  

"Ooh, it's growing nicely I see," Tracy said as she plopped 
down next to Suzie on the couch.  "Why don't you try and 
take more of it down your throat?"

Suzie disengaged from the dick in her mouth and replied to 
Tracy, "I don't know how to put this, but your, um, 
girlfriend is literally twice the size of my husband.  Do 
you have any idea of what that's like?"

"It's been a while since I've been around a man that small, 
but I got something to show you.  K, c'mere."

Kayla slid over to her lover, where with a practiced ease, 
she guided her hard dick right into Tracy's mouth a few 
inches deep.  With a couple of gulps, Tracy glided her lips 
right over the impossibly thick shaft before being driven 
to the base by a hard push on top of her head.  Kayla then 
gasped as she felt Tracy use her suction to tug on her dick 
making her dick twitch.  Then sensing that Tracy was close 
to choking, she let go of her head, and Tracy pulled off 
with an audible gasp.  On cue, they both looked at a 
stunned Suzie, her eyes and mouth practically frozen in 
place.

"Trace, get the condoms and lube for me please?"

"What do you want me to do Kayla?"

"Well, drop your pants.  I mind as well give you a chance 
to feel this�and no, I'm not going for your ass.  I got 
better sense than that," Kayla commanded.

"What drawer?!" Tracy screamed in the bedroom.

"Top drawer in my nightstand!"

"It's nice to know you practice safe sex," Suzie said as 
she nervously stood up, pulled down her pants and braced 
herself on the couch.  "Go gentle with me, OK?"

"Why wouldn't I?  I've known Kayla for years, and it even 
took her a while to get used to my size.  Rome wasn't built 
in a day, ya know?"

"OK, OK," Suzie replied as she mentally braced herself, 
shivering a bit when she felt the cold lube being rubbed on 
her already wet pussy.  She thought to herself why Kayla 
did that when she found out all on her own, feeling her 
opening impossibly stretched and forcing a wail out of her 
lungs.  Little by little, she felt herself getting impaled 
on the monster, while she felt rock-hard nipple on her back 
through her shirt.  Suddenly, she felt a hand rub her clit 
insistently in circles, making her almost forget the huge 
shaft stretching out her pussy and torturing her g-spot to 
the limit.  Suddenly, she feels a huge set of balls slap 
right on her pussy lips, one, twice, thrice.  She explodes, 
gripping on that huge shaft, and feeling like she'll break 
her pussy before she can get a grip.  She shakes , squeezes 
her eyes closed, falling  down to her knees and pulling her 
shaft along.  When she finally comes down to earth, she 
feels a thin sheen on her body, then a soft peck on the 
back of her neck.

"Did you enjoy the ride?"

"Yes," pants Suzie in response.  "How long was that?"

"One minute."

And everything faded to black for Suzie.