Up From the Basement

Brooke and Savannah stumbled from the dark basement and into the empty kitchen area where Savannah gently closed the door behind her.

Within the mansion the party was still in full swing, loud music blared from down the hallways and the dense thrum of a heavy bass reverberated through the floor.

The girls exchanged a knowing glance, and hugged each other while giggling.

'Oh. Brooke,' Savannah purred, 'you do make the best out of a party.'

Brooke reached over to her friend's hair, running her fingers through the blonde curls, catching at some dried cum matted in knots in a strand of hair.

'You look gorgeous after you have been fucked hard. All flushed and radiant.' Brooke gave a small hot kiss to Savannah's cheek. 'But I bet we look a state. Let's find somewhere to clean up before we go find your Mom.'

Brooke was dressed in her festive onesie, but the stud buttons were mismatched, barely keeping the golden tanned breasts in place, and a gap in the lower region flashed her stomach and a brief view of a tuft of brown pubic hair. Her luscious long brown hair was in disarray, matted and sweat drenched.

Savannah had quickly dressed in a similar chaotic fashion. Her off-the-shoulder jumper was inside out, the tag flapping near her throat. Her boots were on different feet, so she hobbled slightly, and her mini skirt was riding up dangerously revealing glimpses of her sodden, pink panties.

The girls looked around the kitchen nervously, then glanced through the doorway to the hallway. The main living room was where all the noise and music was coming from, but there were a number of other doors along the hall, and a grand set of stairs leading up to the first floor.

Suddenly, a door opened in the hallway and an older man came out, holding an empty pint glass. He stopped in front of the girls, a cheery grin on his face.

'Hello, you two. Are you looking for the youngsters? Down in the basement, I think.' He said, a slight slur in his voice.

'We are, er, looking for the bathroom. Some place we can just freshen up.'

'Oh yeah? My nephew Pip been spilling the drinks again, has he? I'm his Uncle Dick, and I can say he is a good lad, always tries his best.'

'You can say that again,' Savannah whispered under her breath, 'The guy has a monster cock.'

'What was that?' Uncle Dick asked, a quizzical look on his face. He leant closer to Brooke, examining her face. His breath stank of beer and pretzels and Brooke shied away. 'Oh, I think you have some mayonnaise sauce on your face, or something.' He tried to poke at Brooke's face with his finger, but Brooke expertly took a step back and smiled.

'Yes, thanks. That's why we are looking for a bathroom, or a private area we can freshen up.'

'Ahhhh,' Uncle Dick said. 'Well, I know the bathrooms upstairs have a huge line of people waiting to get in. But I tell you what, I think there is a place in the study. Follow me.'

Uncle Dick wandered down the hallway. The two girls looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the tipsy Uncle as he turned a corner.

'Just in here, girls.' Uncle Dick stood next to a door. 'I think there is a football game on the main TV but the room is empty. And private.'

Uncle Dick opened the door and Brooke leaned inside. It was a darkly lit room, the only light was a large projector screen which showed a football game on the far wall. A large grey beanbag, like a small sofa, was in the middle of the floor, but was empty, and no one else appeared to be about.

A faint scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air, blue wisps curling around the room at head height.

'OK girls, you should be able to get yourself together here.' Uncle Dick grinned and closed the door.

The room was quiet and dark and the two girls looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

'Oh my God,' Savannah said through her giggles. 'What are we doing?'

'Ha ha, I know. What a weird guy that was. Did you get those pervy vibes?' Brooke said.

'It's no wonder though, we do look a state.' Savannah looked her friend up and down, the projected game playing over her green and red onesie, revealing her curves. 'I mean, you look like you got dressed in the dark after being reamed by a bunch of healthy nerds!'

Savannah ran a hand down Brooke's onesie, some button studs were mismatched, leaving gaps and bunching it tight around the middle. 'No wonder that pervy Uncle was staring. You have your buttons on wrong.'

Brooke pulled at her friend's jumper, turning it a little at the collar. 'And you have your jumper on inside out!'

'Here,' Savannah said, 'Let me sort you out.'

With that, she gripped the top of her friend's onesie with both hands and pulled it open - pop - pop - pop - the studs pinging apart as the onesie opened. With a mischievous laugh, she pulled the onesie over her shoulders and down to Brooke's waist, revealing her breasts and athletic, curvaceous figure in the half-light.

'Oi.' Brooke gave a startled laugh, but didn't move to cover herself up.

Savannah stroked her friend's hip, grinning and staring into her eyes. 'You were so hot downstairs.' She moved her hand up Brooke's hip, trailing fingertips up the side of her stomach, stroking gently at the ribcage, then moving up so that her fingernails scraped gently at the underside of Brooke's boob.

'Oh, look.' Savannah gave a mock stare at her friend's breast, 'You have a little speck of man muck on you!'

Brooke peeled out in laughter. 'What did you call it?'

'Ha ha - man muck?' Savannah grinned up at her friend. 'Better than some of the words guys have used, usually after they have spunked it all over my tits.'

'Like... ' Brooke pondered, 'A dollop of baby batter?'

'Yeah. Or Daddy's sauce. And would madam care for a helping of gentleman's relish? Why thank you, good sir, I'll take two!'

'Or protein shake! Like that will be good for my skin.'

'I've had some guy cry out "Here comes the nut butter" - while he's furiously wanking over me, his eyes closed tight.' Savannah mimicked said guy, mid-stroke.

'Gotta make you think, doesn't it. What is going through their minds when they close their eyes while tossing their cookies all over you. Still, we had fun with the boys downstairs, huh. They were proper gentlemen. Even if they did leave some of the evidence behind.'

Savannah traced her finger around the dried cum stain on Brooke's breast. 'Let me take care of that for you,' she said.

Savannah lowered her head to Brooke's breast and, gently, licked at the area.

Brooke gasped, feeling the hot, wet mouth on her breast, her nub hardening as her friend's mouth wandered slightly and gave it extra attention. Savannah swirled her tongue around the areola, round and round, building a rhythm around the slick wet tip, her eager mouth hot on her friend's skin.

'Ooooooooooooh,' Brooke muttered under her breath.

Savannah gave an extra hard suck on her friend's breast then pulled back with a pop, smiling and wiping drool from her mouth. Brooke shivered at the pleasure.

'Just look at your breasts!' Savannah stared in awe. 'They are perfect. Big and pert, and they just defy gravity with you standing there like a goddess.' Savannah admired her friend, cupping first one voluptuous breast, then the other.

Brooke pulled her arms free of the onesie so that it dangled around her waist and reached for Savannah's jumper. 'You're the one with the gorgeous body.' She gripped the hem and pulled her friend's jumper up and over her head in one smooth motion.

Savannah stood, partly dressed in the room, the images from the projector casting light and shadows over her petite frame, her pink bra askew over one shoulder and one enormous breast showing, while the other was snug within the other side of the bra.

'You have such a tight little ass, and huge boobs that just begged to be played with.'

Savannah giggled, and reached behind her back and flicked the clasp of her bra undone. Her bra fell to the floor, and she jiggled around in front of Brooke.

There was a strong waft of cigar smoke, and Brooke thought she heard something creak in the darkness. But she was too occupied with her friends dancing, the blonde's huge boobs swaying in time with her rhythmic movements.

'These funbags have seen plenty of hands, for sure. But just look at them.' Savannah pouted. 'They are just too big. Honestly, I wish I could get a boob reduction, they look silly on me.'

Brooke stepped into an embrace with her friend, their breasts crushing against each other as Brooke leant down to whisper into her friend's ear. 'You are so gorgeous and so hot. I just love the way your breasts look.'

'You do?' Savannah asked.

'Oh yeah.' Brooke slowly moved down her friend's body, and grabbed both breasts in her hands. They were weighty yet soft, heavy yet her fingers could squeeze into them. She ran her tongue over one pink, puffy nipple to the next. Her fingers kneading the voluptuous breasts slowly, gently, her mouth kissing and licking and play biting.

'Ahhhhh,' Savannah uttered. 'Gawd, you make me so horny.'

Savannah combed her fingers through her friend's dark hair, pulling the strands back and smoothing out the knots as her breasts were being sucked and licked.

'I can taste all that salty goodness! You have it all over your boobs.' Brooke grinned.

'That is so strange?' Savannah said mischievously, 'Can I have a taste?'

Brooke slowly stood and the two girls looked into each other's eyes, their lips inches away. They moved closer, their breath soft and wistful, the cigar smoke pluming gently around them, until they gently touched lips together, half open, their plump tender mouths grazing each other.

They moved slowly, their hands softly caressing hips, swaying to unheard music, as they kissed passionately. Mouths pressed tight, crushing lips, their tongues swirling around their mouths, dancing with each other as their bodies moved in rhythm.

Savannah slowly pushed Brooke's onesie down, sliding it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her round arse and toned legs. Brooke stepped quickly out of the puddle of clothing and stood, naked, legs parted so that the projector shone through the gap, the rest of the game playing out on her peachy bum and back, up to her wide shoulders. She smoothed out her long brunette hair and curled it over one shoulder.

Brooke stood like a statuesque goddess. Firm legs and taut stomach, large pert breasts that jutted out, arms propped on her hips, her long neck poised. Striking a pose for a moment, then she turned to her friend.

'Your turn,' Brooke commanded.

Savannah gave a cute curstie, her breasts wobbling, and wiggled out of her miniskirt, pulling her panties down over her furry boots.

Savannah stood like a little pocket rocket, a sex bomb ready to make any man explode. Shapely, slim legs leading up to a tight arse, curves into a thin waist and out again to large breasts that sit on her chest, an elfin head, delicate freckles and blonde curls. Large blue eyes and an impish smile that is one part innocent and one part devilish.

There was a shifting creak of leather in the darkness and Brooke glanced over her shoulder, peering into the gloom. She knew there was someone watching them. Maybe more than one. She smiled slyly and winked at the unseen audience.

Savannah reached up on tip toes and kissed Brooke full on the mouth, one hand holding on to the back of Brooke's head, pulling her deeper into the kiss, the other hand lay on her hip, fingers stroking the golden skin.

Brooke returned the kiss, her hot red lips crushing against Savannah's fleshy pale pink lips. She felt the thrill of Savannah's cute, busty body pressed against her, and the excitement of unseen men watching from the shadows.

She snaked her hand downwards, seeking out Savannah's hand on her hip, and then pushing her hand lower, sliding over her smooth stomach until she encountered the little fluff of her pubic hair. She guided Savannah's hand lower still, tensing in the anticipation.

'Oh, you naughty girl,' Savannah said, in between kisses.

Savannah slid her hand down Brooke's inner thigh, stroking gently, then up, barely an inch away from Brooke's pussy, teasing around the tender area with soft, slow strokes of her finger tips.

Brooke spread her legs slightly and whimpered 'Ohhhh.....'

Savannah's hand settled on Brooke's mons and she let her fingers play with the scant hair tufting at the top of her twat. The tips of the fingers slid down, stroking at the fleshy lips of Brooke's pussy, carefully dipping into the wetness between.

'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...' Brooke groaned, a gutteral sound which was a mix of throaty anticipation and lust.

Brooke gyrated slowly at the touch of the delicate fingers, and even as she was pressed against Savannah's naked body, eager for more, she willed herself to remain calm.

Brooke parted her legs further, one foot stepping out to create a perfect V so that her pussy was more exposed, and those hidden faces behind her had a perfect view of two girls in silhouette, images from the projector playing over them.

Savannah's fingers delved between the slick pussy lips, and into the hot, wet inferno of Brooke's cunt. Brooke squealed at the intense, sudden pleasure.

'Oooooooohhhhh.' A moan burst from Brooke, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders as she threw her head back. Savannah's fingers curled up within her, dancing around inside her, as if she were playing an instrument and the sounds that Brooke made was the fine music.

Savannah hugged her friend tight, her arm trapped between their bodies, her small hand pushing at Brooke's mons while her fingers shoved deeper into the hot canal of her cunt, teasing and flexing while searching out the sensitive areas.

'Oh my God... don't stop. I'm going to cum.' Brooke said breathlessly, her skin tingling with excitement and the familiar build-up of an orgasm boiling in her stomach.

'Ooohhh. Oh yes.'

Savannah's mouth lowered to Brooke's pert breast, her tongue flicking at the hard nub of a nipple, and then sucking the at the breast, trying to fit as much as she can in her mouth, her tongue hot and wet.

'OOOOOHHH YESSSS. YESSSS. UUUNGH.'

And Brooke climaxes. She spasms hard, clenching her stomach and pussy, her legs trembling, shaking almost violently, as she cums on the little fingers inside her.

'Oh, God. oh - that was sooooo good.' Brooke cried.

Savannah giggled and withdrew her fingers from Brooke, her digits greased with Brooke's juices. She held her hand high, watching the glisten in the projectors light, and then sucked on her fingers, slowly, revelling in the tangy taste.

Brooke leant against her friend, recovering from her orgasm. She heard rustling and movement behind her, but could barely stand, let alone think straight.

'Guess what I'm going to do now?' Brooke said.

'Will it be a nice surprise?'

'Oh yes, Savannah, you will like it.'

Brooke took Savannah by the hand and led her to the large beanbag in the middle of the room. It was large enough for three people to sit comfortably, made of fluffy grey material with fine black stitching. Savannah hesitated at the edge of the beanbag when Brooke pushed her backwards.

'Whoaaaa.' Savannah screamed.

Whoosh, Savannah fell, arse first, into the soft cushion, her arms and legs flying up, and she laughed out loud as she settled into the middle.

Brooke walked, slowly, around to the other side of the huge cushion to stand over Savannah's head and shoulders. She stared down at the gorgeous blonde, her legs and arms sprawled out like a starfish, her white teeth grinning up at her in the gloom.

'What are you going to do?' Savannah asked innocently.

'Wait and see.' Brooke replied.

Brooke knelt down, her knees either side of Savannah's head, and slowly lowered her hips down so that she touched Savannah's mouth with her pussy. And as she felt an eager little tongue lap at her smooth skin, she lay herself forward, in the classic sixty-nine position, so that she faced her blonde friend's pussy, inches from her. She saw the pussy lips quiver, and a trickle of juice emerged from the crease.

Brooke dipped her head, her hair trailing down like a silky brown curtain, and licked the length of the juicy slit. She pushed her tongue deeper, squeezing between the folds of the fleshy lips and tasted the deep, rich flavours of Savannah's twat.

Brooke felt slim hands massage her ass cheeks, and then slowly pull them apart. Moments later, Savannah's tongue plunged deep within her, her mouth encompassing her with her nose nudging against her arse. Pulses of pleasure beamed through her body, her stomach was twinging and her legs shaking as Savannah's tongue lapped mercilessly, reaching deeper and deeper.

'Mmmmffff...... mmmm......'

Both girls moaned audibly, their faces buried into each other's pussys. The vocal desires from each of them drowned out any other noise from the dark room, and they both panted and groaned loudly.

'Uhhhhhhmmmmmffffff...... mmffffhhh......mmmmffffff......'

Brooke buried her head between Savannahs legs, licking at the engorged pussy lips, delving the tip of her tongue into her hot wet hole, her fingers gripping her inner thighs, nails biting into the pale tender flesh. She felt Savannah's legs tremble and her hips begin to shake, and so she concentrated her efforts, a consistent motion of tongue stroking up and down the silky smooth entrance.

'OH GOD!!' Savannah screamed out loud. 'Just there... just there... oooohhhhhhhh.'

Suddenly, Brooke's mouth was flooded with juices as Savannah orgasmed, bucking her hips upward, the climax blooming in a radiant heat from her pelvis, her thighs became slippy wet and Brooke had difficulty hanging on. She laughed aloud as her friend screamed out her lust with the release of a volcanic orgasm. And then, with renewed enthusiasm, Savannah pulled Brookes ass into her face and planted her lips around the sodden labia, pulling at the lips and sucking at the goodness within.

'Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.'

Brooke lifted her head, gasping for air, thrilling at the sensations of her own pussy being eaten out. She ground her hips back, riding her friends face, unconsciously grunting with each rotation of her pelvis.

'Oh yes. Oh yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.... yessssssssss...'

And with one final grind, Brooke felt a dam break inside her and she came, pushing herself up, straightening her arms, arching her back, her magnificent breasts aglow with sweat, throwing her head back as she cried to the ceiling.

'Oooooooooooohhhhh FUCK!'

The tension exploded in her stomach and shot up the back of her legs, down her arms, making her neck tingle.

For a moment she was lost. Lost to anyone and everyone - would not even be able to tell you where in the world she was. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed, her heart racing. And she had a euphoric calmness sweep over her.

Above her head blue cigar smoke swirled. And a muffled cough from the darkness.

Breathlessly, and slowly, Brooke manoevered herself up from the large bean bag. Her skin was flush and slick with a sheen of sweat. She grinned down at Savannah, who smiled back. She shuffled herself right-way round, and then flopped down beside her friend, and was pulled into an exhausted, post-sex embrace. They stroked each other's hair as they stared into each other's eyes, sweet nothings being whispered to and fro.

They heard men getting up from hidden chairs and start to shuffle towards the door. There was low mutterings, and a clap or two.

And then paper was drifting down from the air around them. Paper notes. Fifties, Hundreds. Brooke felt a couple of the notes settle on her hot skin, sticking to her sweaty stomach and breast.

'Thanks for the show, girls.' an elderly voice spoke out. Strong and mature and full of wisdom. 'You two could sure make some money with the right attitude in this world of technology. Sure is plenty of people who would pay to be an audience to that sort of thing...'