Robert Taylor: Bored wife

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, baby," Betsy replied, fisting her fearsome cock. "Put some spit in your cunt to make it slide easy. I don't want my foreskin rubbed raw."

"But sir, I'm a virgin!"

"I'll bust your fucking cherry," Betsy growled, lowering from baritone to a threatening bass.

Shivering in anticipation, and giggling, Doris spat on her fingertips, and rubbed the spittle into her cunt.

"But you'll have to marry me, sir," she said. "After you've deflowered me, taking my precious maidenhead."

Betsy circled the fake cock shank, turning the one inside her about. It felt quite good! And maybe she understood why men acted so all powerful and sure of themselves, having a weapon like this pointed out from their crotches.

"You'll be gentle, won't you, sir?" Doris pleaded.

"Gentle! You cunts like to be hurt a little."

She knelt on the edge of the couch, gazing at Doris' crotch, so deeply split, the lips bulging, and she almost wished herself a man, with a cock that when maneuvered in between Doris' lips would feel the steaminess of her inner body.

She climbed over the girl's leg, and crouched down, preparing to mount her.

Doris had grasped her knees and drawn them back, lay in frog position with the undersides of her thighs and her buttocks glowing, a sheen like milky satin. Her ovaled cuntal lips appeared darker and hazed by that purplish down. But Betsy's gaze settled on the long, teardrop shape between, glazed by cunt dew.

The dark gap at the bottom of the teardrop was oozing, and she rubbed the head of the dildo cock in the ooze to lubricate it.

Each movement of the protruding fuck tool caused a corresponding nudge of the warm shaft inside her. Exciting! Thus as she roved one end about the girl's vaginal mouth she felt a gentle circular stirring in the very depths of her own cunt. She continued teasing them both in this fashion until Doris, breathing hard now, protested.

"Honey, my cunt inside is all shivery and pulling on itself. Please fuck me!"

Betsy seated the head in that glistening dark aperture, squeezing it down until Doris' cuntmouth spread to the shape of the flaring head. She screwed it around, two full circles, fingering it deeper until the head was inside and a ring of flesh surrounded the shank.

Then she removed her hand, wanting to complete the insertion as a man would, hipping in, shoving her cock-filled cunt at the girl's crotch. She gasped as the thing wiggled about inside her, causing a cuntal flutter, a series of hot little spasms. The cock protruding from her hole shortened, and now her lover's cunt began twitching, sending ripples up the water-filled staff into Betsy's own belly.

"What a two-way fuck!" Betsy gasped.

Doris, panting, licked dry lips, and reached out, imploring Betsy to come down on her.

But not yet. She had to savor such thrill of entry. Thus she hipped in slowly, feeling each quiver and suck of Doris' cunt echoed within her own. A quirk of the other's vaginal sphincter squeezed the rubbery shank, forcing water to bulge the head lodged in Betsy's cuntal packet.

"Agh-hh!" she grunted. "Darling, do it again!"

"What?"

"This." Betsy squeezed, drawing her asscheeks in, the same straining of muscles that controlled the flow of pee.

"Ooo-oo, Betsy! The head got all big."

"You do it now."

Doris' legs jerked with the effort, and oh-hh! Bloating, forcing outward at her cuntal walls, the enlarged head started a swirling spasm like a cum, making Betsy cry out and thrust forward.

She drove the false cock to the end of Doris' cunt, squishing her gaping vulva into the facing one, flattening their lips and spreading them outward so that from clit to cuntal mouth only steamy gash touched.

Sizzling!

And Doris seized the breasts that hung over her, pulled at them while Betsy, quaking all over, jiggled on the impaling rubber cock, halfway to orgasm.

Doris tugged her down, and abruptly Betsy was on her elbows, tonguing into her sweetheart's mouth, their swollen tits a massive trembling cushion between them.

And she was fucking.

Slowly lifting her ass, bringing false cock out of her lover's palpitating cunt, then ramming it in.

Heels dug at her back, found her buttocks and finned.

That pressure delighted Betsy. Between a woman's legs like a man, her hips pushing at satiny thighs, driving a cock for all the world like a real one, her position proven by the heels resting on her asscheeks. Yet she had more than any man, the additional sensuality of yawning wet cunts pressed together, and between their chests the enormous tit cushion.

"Baby darling!" she cried. "It's so glorious…"

Doris' fingernails dug her shoulders. She was squirming, and now panted, "Honey, fuck me. Oh-hh, I'm so close to – a cum, give it to me hard, ream my cunt darling…"

Betsy, almost equally excited, began humping, sliding her tool in and out. What she had not bargained for was the shifting of water within the gadget, a bulge here or there as it was squeezed somewhere else.

"It grows like a-a-melon!" she cried.

"Ooo-ooh, ah-hh!" Doris cried. "My cunt is bursting, oh-hh, don't stop fucking…"

Betsy rooted in, squirmed her spread-open gash at the other's, and with that they both went wild.

"I'm cuming!" Betsy shrieked, screwing around on the dildo that impaled them both, causing God knows what movements inside the other. She squeezed her ass in and grunted, "Ugh-hh!" to expel the overload of juice. And as the fever of orgasm burned her to the fingertips the dildo cock became real, a bony projection from her loins shooting globs of jism up this woman's hole.

Yes, she was cocked, armed with a prong longer than Tom's. She lived her dream, and for the moment felt the savage male thrill of fucking a woman through orgasm.

She heard a voice in the doorway.

Tom, saying, "I can show you a trick with that gadget."

She looked back and saw him standing naked, his cock fully erect, the long stem angled upward bearing that red knob looking as big as a fist. The sight of it diminished the mock prick protruding from her cunt. She sighed, thankful for the illusion the dildo had provided, but so terribly glad that she was a woman and could have that monster cock shoved up her cunt.

Tom came to the couch. They were still in fucking position. He climbed onto the couch, behind Betsy, saying, "Spread your legs a little."

When she had done that he reached through and between their cunts and grasped the dildo.

He fisted it hard.

They both cried out as water forced to the heads bulged them and stretched their cunts.

The unbelievable pressure had the effect of renewing Betsy's ebbing cum. Squirming on the immensity in her cunt, she thrashed into a rapid series of fuck jerks.

She pawed at Doris' titties. She heard the girl's cry, almost delirious, with pleasure as Tom squeezed the dildo rhythmically. His free hand roved Betsy's asscheeks, a reassuring touch, firm male hands.

Then he fingered up her asshole.

At first she did not realize it was happening. The volcanic eruptions of her orgasm on the giant rubber cockhead seemed the entire world, and between moans and flashes of heat she felt only Doris' soft flesh. Thus her slow awareness of a slipperiness moving in her other hole seemed a part of what she was doing. On recognizing it her first thought was that orgasm had loosened her all over, so that her asshole gaped just as her cunt did.

The piercing finger became a part of her cum, and when the last explosion had flung her down, sprawled limply on Doris, she made no protest over the digit impaling her. "Feel good?" Tom asked.

As a matter of fact, it did. She drew tight on it and felt a strange little thrill.

"Yes-s," she said hesitantly.