"No!," the BSB announcer replied, "both parties must orgasm for the round to be completed."
Rachel looked at Phoebe, and smiling asked, "you're the virgin, how do you want to play this."
In the meantime Phoebe had found a pair of furlined handcuffs and an enormous 14" strap-on. With her eyes shining she handed the strap on to Rachel.
"Make it hard," was all she said.
She then clicked one of the handcuffs her wrist, knelt down on the bed, her head lying on a pillow, with her hands stretched behind her. Rachel quickly clicked the other handcuff around Phoebe's wrist and then stepped back to admire the view. She loved the look of Phoebe's tiny little rosebud and tight little pussy just sticking out there waiting to be plucked.
Quickly, she found a butt plug, applied lube, and rammed it into Phoebe's unsuspecting ass. Phoebe just gasped in surprise and involuntarily began to wiggle her ass trying to expel the foreign object. All that really happened was that her asshole became lubricated a little quicker. Rachel began to slap Phoebe hard on the bottom.
"AAAAAh!!!!," Phoebe cried out hoarsely in pleasure.
"What a naughty little girl," Rachel said in reply to the moan, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be walking funny for a couple of days!"
With that Rachel began pushing the enormous strap-on against the lips of Phoebe's tiny pussy. As it penetrated Phoebe began to moan in pain and a little pleasure.
"More, a little more," were the only sounds that escaped Phoebe's mouth as the strapon on started pressing against her hymen. Then with a brutal thrust Rachel ripped through it causing Phoebe to scream in pain, and then bite into the pillow her head was resting on trying to muffle any more.
Rachel stopped the 14" barely half way in. Phoebe tried to impale herself more deeply on the cock and cried out in a whisper of pleasure and pain, "more, more." Rachel then resumed her assault, relentless and hard -- in, out, in, . . . Rachel grabs hold of Phoebe's breasts and . . .
Phoebe's moans start changing into moans of pleasure and . . . |