Jason Cannon: Swap mates

"Yes… yes."

"But you like this better, don't you…much better!"

Margie was hearing the rantings through her fogged brain, but what Jodie was saying was making very little sense. Margie was, as always, losing herself in the tingling bliss of a full pussy.

She spread her legs wider and lay back, relaxing, into the soft bed. An expression of sheer bliss, of pure ecstasy, floated across her face. She was blocking Jodie out completely.

"Tell me, Dammit!" Jodie screeched. "Tell me you like this better!"

"Whatever you say, Jodie. I like this best." Jodie fucked in and out with a will now, as if the huge, phony cock were indeed an actual appendage to her own body. She drove downward, the thick, hard, rubber dildo spearing deep into Margie's velvety passage. Perspiration dripped from the nipples of her titties to fall in droplets on Margie's vibrating, lust-swollen globes.

"Yes," Margie screamed. "YES! Whoever you are… whatever you are… fuck me…fuck meeeeeee!"

Suddenly she wrapped her legs around Jodie's hips. She struggled desperately to absorb the whole rigid length of molded rubber into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. She slithered up and down its full length now, as her softly flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the long, smooth pole.

There was a loud exclamation from somewhere near the door, but neither of the two girls heard it. It was drowned out by the loud, ecstatic cried echoing from Margie's straining throat.

"Aaaaaaaggggg…ohhhhh…I'm coming… I'm cominnnnnnng… I'm cooommmmminnnnngggg!"

Elsie stood at the door with a glass in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. Her eyes were like two burning coals of lust as she watched the torrid fuck-scene on the bed.

She watched, spellbound, as Margie's hips lurched up to meet the onslaught of the impaling rubber dick attached around Jodie's hips and thighs.

As the crescendo of Margie's come reached it peak, Jodie continued to thrust the black dick deep into her writhing belly. The blonde went wild. She writhed insanely, impaled on the obscene, lewd instrument that plunged in and out of her sucking cunt.

She screamed again, and her wail split the air. And then it was over. Margie was taut and tense as she crawled from beneath Jodie's body and slithered off the bed.

"Margie… wait… I'll eat you now… I'll make love to you."

"No thanks," Margie said over her shoulder as she headed for the dear. "I want some of the real thing now."

"Margie," Jodie wailed. "Don't go… I love you!" Tears were streaming down her face. "I want to make love to you."

At the door, Margie turned and looked back at the forlorn figure on the bed. A strange smile crossed her lips. "You just showed something to me, Joe… proved it to me, if you will. Love is dead… there is no such thing for us, our kind, anymore."

"But there is… there is!" the young girl pleaded.

"There, isn't," Margie said, and turned to Elsie. "Are you in love, Elsie?"

"Sure," the big girl laughed. "I'm in love with fucking. Always have been."

"See, Jodie… you're in love with love. We dock tomorrow. You'd better pack and get off before all this fucking drives you nuts. C'mon, Elsie… let's go see if we can find a hard-on. I wanna get laid."

In the living room, with soft whimpering from Jodie still echoing in their ears, Elsie shook her head in perplexity. "God, she's really a weirdo, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Margie replied. "Really sick. Being like her just isn't healthy."

"Or normal. Hey look, the redhead's passed out."

"But Jeff's still got a hard-on," Margie said.

"Now that's healthy!"

"And normal," Margie said. "C'mon… let's both fuck him at once."