B. Dickens - When she was bad

"Yes, I think this one will do nicely…" she grinned, raising it to her lips and letting her pink tongue slowly stroke the fat head, until the plastic was literally dripping with her warm saliva.

"Nicely for what?" Christine asked, trying to put little-girl innocence into her voice. But the passion of her horny young body turned into a throaty whisper of lust.

"Why, to fuck your hot, juicy little pussy, my darling girl!" Carol replied with a lusty whisper of her own. She fitted the thick base of the dildo into a slot in the belt, and then draped the whole arrangement around her own slender hips and groin, tightening the various straps into place. She raised her eyes from the gigantic plastic cock to the obviously over-eager girl on the bed, and shook her head again in wonder that the teenager refused to let a real man fuck her, while so eager to take on this monster. But someday, Carol promised herself, someday she'd show the girl all she was missing!

Climbing back onto the bed, the bouncing of the mammoth dildo at her groin was a strangely decadent counterpoint to the ripe, jiggling motion of her huge tits. She gathered the girl into her arms, stroking her dark hair and kissing her forehead, while the huge fake prick lay hot along the girl's thigh.

"I could make love to you all day and all night, my pet," Carol cooed, slipping the tip of her pink tongue into Christine's delicate ear, while giving one of the beautiful lesbian's tits a firm but gentle squeeze.

"You know," Christine said, reaching down almost hesitantly to touch the gigantic shaft of plastic at Carol's crotch. "I've… I've never let anyone else fuck me-not even Jean. You were the first and the only one!"

She raised her big, doe-like eyes to look deep into Carol's own bright green ones. "I want to feel your big cock in me, Carol," she whispered, and Carol didn't miss the strong emphasis the girl put on the "your". Maybe the hot little lesbian wasn't so much as turned off by men but, even more astoundingly for her sexual appetites, really an old-fashioned girl at heart-she wanted to be in love with her lover!

Their soft lips came back together again, gently at first, then the kisses became more and more passionate, tongues licking back and forth, lips sucking and biting, breathing faster and faster. Christine lay back, hungrily lapping at Carol's mouth, but definitely in a passive role, the femme lez.

For Carol that very passiveness added more fuel to the flames of her passions. Of the hundreds of lovers she'd had, very few made themselves so open and totally vulnerable to her. The idea that she could do virtually anything she wanted with this luscious teenage girl had her pussy boiling! She rolled over on top of the girl, covering her body, mashing her huge tits into Christine's smaller, perfect globes. The feel of so much outrageously gorgeous, slick female flesh pressing into her own small body fanned the flames of lust in Christine as well.

The girl ran her long fingers through Carol's cascade of golden hair, then raked her fingernails down the older woman's back, tracing the path of her spine until her hands came to the leather belt of the dildo. She pulled on the strap, pulling the base of the fake cock into Carol's twat, putting steady pressure on the horny housewife's throbbing clitoris.

Carol moaned in delight, burying her face in the fragrant valley between Christine's tits as she slid downward, working to get her fake cock into fucking position. Christine's long legs opened for her, spreading wide for her cock-wielding lady lover.

The wanton blonde raised herself on one elbow, snaking her other hand down between their bodies to grasp the massive shaft of the phony prick, nestling the bloated crown into the wet folds of Christine's creamy little cunt lips.

"Are you ready, my little darling?" Carol asked, gazing down into the girl's eyes.

"Yes!" Christine replied breathlessly. "Fuck me! Oh, please, fuck me now, Carol!

With a sudden motion, the depraved woman darted her head forward, covering the stunning teenager's lips with her own. And as she slid her pink tongue into the hot confines of Christine's mouth, Carol rammed her hips down, driving her mammoth dildo straight into the girl's juicy gash.

Deeper and deeper she shoved it, until the entire mind-blowing length was consumed by the young lesbian's hungry twat. Carol captured the girl's head between both hands and pistoned her snakelike tongue in and out of the girl's wet mouth, with the same breath-taking rhythm she worked the fake cock in and out of her slurping snatch-a decadent lesbian double-fuck!

Christine had squealed with unbridled delight into Carol's mouth at the first cunt-bursting thrust of the dildo, and quickly lifted her own hips in virtually automatic response. Far from shrinking away at what would have sent most women cowering into a corner, Christine was hot to possess every inch of the plastic prick, ramming her pussy up to be penetrated deeper and deeper. It was a mind-blowingly tight fit, but also easily made into the teen's turned-on quim. Christine had ridden this massive chunk of pussy-pleasing plastic before, and she knew there was nothing less than mind-numbing pleasure to be gained from it.

Carol began to shift her rolling hips back and forth, sliding the counterfeit cock in and out of the trembling girl. Every inward thrust had the added erotic affect of pressing the base of the heavy prod back into Carol's aroused clitoris, and the hot blonde could almost pretend that the plastic prick was her own meaty clit, enlarged to incredible proportions, so that she was really fucking the teenage lesbian with her own clit! She broke their kiss with a loud smack, and lay her head on the girl's shoulder, concentrating all her efforts on ramming all fourteen inches of stiff plastic pole into Christine's squishy twat.

The teen turned her head to the side, placing her wet lips against Carol's ear. "Talk to me while we fuck," she whispered.

"About what?" Carol grunted, not understanding the girl's request. Christine had never asked her to talk before-quite the opposite, in fact. The girl seemed to prefer only the sounds of hard breathing and flesh smacking flesh to accompany their fuck sessions.

"Talk… talk dirty to me," the girl replied. "Don't men talk dirty when they fuck their… their hard cocks into… you? I want you to talk to me real filthy, just like you were a… were a man, and this was a real cock!"

Carol smiled to herself, keeping up the long, pussy plundering strokes with the dildo. Christine had never asked for anything even remotely like this before, and the older woman's mind worked over the idea of just how much of the young lesbian's fear of men-and yet her seeming fascination with them-was expressed in the strange request.

Lifting her upper torso with her arms straight out by Christine's shoulders, Carol looked down at the girl, to see the squirming teen staring back up with almost pure sexual worship shining in her eyes. The wanton woman was fascinated as she watched the girl moan and grunt as she took each cunt-bursting thrust of the prod.

"Okay, baby," Carol said. "You want it dirty? Your hot little cunt is the juiciest, tightest, most fantastic pussy I've every fucked! I want to ram my big, hard cock all the way up you until you scream and then keep fucking you all night long!"

"Please, don't stop!" Christine sobbed, reaching up to grab a double handful of Carol's swaying, bobbing tits. "Keep talking!"

Carol began to jack hammer her hips, pumping faster and faster, skewering the sobbing lesbian's cunt with her hefty pole. She closed her eyes and let the delicious fantasy that the dildo was really a part of her own body take over. She worked on making herself believe that, for this moment, she was the most over-macho, beer-swilling, think-with-his-balls man in the world, fucking away at this gorgeous little piece of hot high-school pussy.