pushed harder and harder into our engorged screwing tunnels, the barbed heads bruising excitingly against the hidden nodules of our fuck-contracted cervixes.
'Move with me… move with me,' Miranda stammered. She raised her hips with a deafening sucking noise, as a third of the black hose slid out of her cunt, and the same expanse out of mine. The vinyl cable glistened erotically with lubricant and pussy flow.
Then, without warning, Miranda lowered her hips once more. Her act drove the ebony length of the dildo right back into our cunts, making it vanish to the naked eye. As our loins crashed together again, my come-frothed snatch slapped against Miranda's beautifully hairy crotch, a foot of vinyl dick within each of us once more.
I was enraptured by the foot of hardness inside me, as Miranda's pussy squashed against my cunt. Groaning and wiggling, we reamed each other out. Every thrust of our hips… every wriggle of our asses… made the vinyl cock move inside us, the fucking we were throwing into each other stimulating hidden pleasure-points within us that neither of us could have known existed.
'Oh, that's it, baby,' she moaned. 'Make love to me like a man. Be a black man! Fuck me with your big black cock!'
'Oooooooh!' I replied moaningly. 'Give it back to me. Fuck me, fuck me hard!'
Up and down we writhed and wrestled. Our flesh, sweaty with passion, slapped and bounced against the carpet, the thumping of our bodies shaking the walls. It seemed like our cunts would split apart as we ground our dripping love-slits together with bruising force.
The air was humid with the fragrance of flowing pussy juice and the acrid odor of wet vinyl. Our moans and whimpers mingled in an erogenous cacophony with the slurping twin smacks of the dildo sliding in and out of two foaming cunts.
Miranda leaned forward to embrace me in a gesture of total love, squashing her perfect tits against my throbbingly tender counterparts. Our arms intertwined, our mouths meeting and our tongues penetrating in an exquisite Sapphic kiss.
While we kissed, our hips continued to piston against each other, erotically fighting the black length that chained us together. In and out of our spasming cunts the long tool coursed, glistening in ebony darkness from the emulsion of jelly and pussy juice that enveloped its expanse. Spreading dampness covered the carpet under our bodies, the dark stain of love soaking through to the floorboards.
The mutual gasping accelerated until the room resonated with the sound of our uncontrollable panting. We were both coming now, our simultaneous orgasms causing each of us to try and drive the monster cock connecting us deeper into the other's cunt.
Time after time I was convinced that we had fucked each other as hard and as deeply as possible, and then a shared orgasmic thrust would send the heads of the dildo deeper into our bodies. Writhing and clutching and fucking and grasping, we rolled wildly on the floor, tumbling around the room in a climactic frenzy.
And then finally, it was over. Dropping side by side, we smiled at each other, each of us drenched in the afterglow of a perfect fuck.
'Ooooooh baby,' Miranda murmured, 'if I'd have come one more time my pussy would have self- destructed.'
'I think mine melted,' I grinned back.
'If it did, you'll have to make a special trip to Denmark and have a new one made,' she kidded, 'because I'm not going to let this be my last time between your legs, honey.'
'Don't worry,' I laughingly reassured her, 'my cunt's indestructible. If it can survive all those years of my husband and not dry up and blow away, it'll last forever.'
We lay nestled on our sides, face to face. Our bellies were still pressed together, exchanging warmth. Between us, the curling tube of the dildo's middle was apparent, our tired cunts still joined by a common bond.
'Let's just stay hooked together for the rest of the afternoon while we nap,' Miranda suggested with a yawn. 'If one of us happens to have a wet dream, it'll be dynamite.'
'Just one thing, Miranda,' I said.
'What?'
'If you dream you're being fucked…'
'Yes.'
'Wake up and look between your legs. It'll probably be me.'
CHAPTER EIGHT
If you've never laid side by side sharing two feet of stiff dildo with another woman after a perfect all-girl fuck, I'm afraid words are not sufficient to describe the joy. The aftermath of our fucking was so dreamy that I just lost track of time. I suppose I could have laid there alongside Miranda forever, feeling her tits against mine as we simultaneously engorged each other's pussy.
If the shades had been drawn I might have never become aware of the passage of time, because I never would have noticed it was dark outside when I awakened from a deep sleep, tingling from endless erotic dreams. When I saw the moon beaming through the living-room window the first thought that hit me was Daylight Savings! For it to be this dark at this time of year, it must be after 9:00. Panic rose within me when I thought of George fuming at home. George was hard to get along with at best, but he was an absolute monster when he was left alone with the kids and didn't get his dinner.
Reluctantly I got up from the floor, sadly pulling my end of the dildo from my still-sopping pussy. Miranda was still in dreamland, slumbering through an obviously erotic dream, opening her mouth and pursing her lips like she was going after a stiff cock or a wet, open pussy. I didn't have the heart to remove her end of the dildo from her cunt, leaving it looming life-like from between her clenched thighs. The black phallic expanse emerged incongruously from her femininely-sloping thighs, creating a heart-stopping contrast to her womanly curves and full, firm breasts.
I found my rumpled clothes and put them on as best I could, nut bothering to check out my appearance in the mirror. I was afraid to confront the obvious, knowing in my heart that I must look like a gang-bang victim.
Racking my brain for a plausible story to keep George from killing me, I left Miranda's and walked across the street. I dreaded the explosion that was sure to greet me the minute I walked through the door. First George would yell about dinner. Then scream about being stuck with the kids, as though I didn't have to put up with them every day.
But I could take all of that. If only he was just pissed off about being hungry and having to baby-sit. However, honesty forced me to admit there was no way he could ignore the way I looked. There was no way he could overlook the blatant evidence of my sex-racked body. I dreaded every step I took forward.
I didn't bother to knock. The thought of cringingly waiting for George to open the door and yell at me made me sick. I'd just opened the door unannounced and walked in, maybe I could get my bearings inside the terrain of the house before I had to do battle with George.
The first thing that greeted me when I delicately opened the door was the deafening crack of gunfire. I reflexively fell to the floor, dodging whatever shots might be flying in my direction.
An ambush, I thought, that bastard George was waiting to dry-gulch me with a gun. He'd found out where I'd been. He'd kill me for sure if he saw what a disheveled fucked-and-sucked shambles I was.
On my belly, I squiggled for cover. My skirt had pushed all the way around my waist by the time I got behind the couch, my bare pussy steaming openly between my parted thighs. I looked down at it, marveling over the last few hours at Miranda's.
I blessed my cunt, thanking God for its existence between my legs. Then, suddenly it occurred to me that it was probably the first thing that madman, George, would aim at. I winced, imagining my cunt blown to kingdom come by a.45 slug, wondering what would happen if I lived, and what life would be like without a pussy.
I listened from behind the sofa for his voice, always as thunderous as a bull's roar when he was pissed off. But instead there was a new burst of gunfire.
And then a siren. The sound of confusion.
