"Relax now," soothed Claudine. "Part the hairs. Open it up!"
"But I'll die, that thing will split me right down the middle," cried Louise. Nevertheless, devoid of all ability to resist, she found herself obeying the soothing commands of Claudine. Consumed both by the spell of fear and the overpowering sexual lust, she spread her thighs to their maximum parting. With one hand, she fingered open the lips of her cunt. With the other she reached for the grotesquely huge phallus, and haltingly guided its enormity, jutting from Claudine's pubis, till its tip rested against her twat, completely hiding the opening.
She winced in pain as her labia communicated to her tormented consciousness just how Herculean would be the task she was entrusting now to her vagina – to absorb this arm-thick tool. Then, gritting her teeth, she forced the blue-red head agonizingly and slowly into her cunt. Millimeter by millimeter she forced it in, urged on by the slow but relentless thrust of Claudine, astride her like a man. And then she felt its massive tip disappear up her vagina and the searing pain she had anticipated was absent. And in her delight, she quivered again. She opened her eyes and saw with amazement that though it was a man's penis that was inside her, it was a woman's breasted, beautifully-formed body that bestrode her, and she revelled in the lascivious sexuality of this weird intercourse.
From her throat spilled the torrent of profanity she loved to indulge in when in the passion of her sexual torment.
"Ah-h-h-h!" she sighed, laughing and crying, both relief and randiness. "Give it to me now, Claudine! Bore it in, don't stop now. Don't stop again. Work it into me! RIP my cunt in two with that enormous thing! Christ, but it's big! It's the biggest penis in the world! Let this be the fuck to end all fucking! Let me die on the damned thing, impale me on it! Piss in me with it, vomit on me if you like, but fuck me! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck me! Slam it into me, right up my cunt. Up! Up, up, up deep inside me, into my cervix… into my womb! Oh, piss over me, Claudine, shit on me! Thrash my nipples, maul my breasts, but fuck me, please. Slide it in and out – oh, but it's huge. It's so hugely enormous! Give it to my clitoris, my twat, my hairy cunt, my aching, aching cunt-rub me, frig me, toss me off, do what you like so long as you fuck me!"
Grinning, Claudine obeyed. Knowing the harm she could wreak with the mighty engine she had strapped to her loins, she used all her skill to keep it sliding in and out like some piston in its sexual cylinder, and within minutes of entering that vagina, she could feel the woman beneath her contorting to contain even more of it – the struggle she knew to be the female prelude to coming.
And indeed, as she felt this happening, Claudine seemed to change sex. From being a breathing, functioning woman, she suddenly became a dominating, pulsating male. She felt male. She felt as if the penis, erecting from her pelvis, was not a manmade creation but a thing of her own body as is a man's prick. She felt the reactions and sensations of a man.
And as she felt Louise coming in great, writhing torments beneath her, Claudine reacted as a man would react. She urged on the phallus inside, ground it, extended it and laved it in its bed of lubricity, thrust it in jets to simulate the coming of a man thrilling to the demented groans and squeals of the woman beneath him being fucked into oblivion. She even growled like a man, in a bass, throaty growl from deep inside her.
Eventually Louise, thrashing beneath the onslaught, could bear it no longer. With a cry, this time of real pain as her orgasm passed, she thrust Claudine viciously from her and wriggled free of the thing that seemed to be ripping her entrails out through her cunt. Claudine collapsed, half on and half over the bed.
"Stop!" snarled Louise. "Oh, stopstopstop! I can't stand any more of this. I'm being torn apart, I swear I am! Stop, I tell you!"
And as she shouted she collapsed, utterly and completely spent, dripping with sweat and tumult. Claudine drew herself up next to Louise.
From time to time, Louise writhed, involuntarily, in the after glow of intercourse. But Claudine knew this was the writhing and not the agony of enormous satisfaction. It was the aftermath of an excitement maintained at a pitch that was only just physically bearable. There was pain in it, to be sure. But it was the same delicious pain that Claudine could endure to its maximum in the rite of flagellation. It would pass. And when it had passed, there would come peace and the bliss of absolute euphoria.
She knew what Louise was enduring. She knew the feeling supremely well. And by doing nothing and saying nothing, hut simply clasping the naked body of the girl to her own nakedness, she knew hest how to prolong that euphoria. Soon the writhing and twitching of the nude virago would subside, and the sobbing would cease. Soon there would be nothing but the engulfment of utter satisfaction.
And, for their next intercourse, Claudine could wait…
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hours later, with the lights still blazing, the two girls awoke.
Louise stirred first and let herself lie, laved in luxury, as consciousness surged back to her. Her first realization, she noted with amusement, was that she was stark naked, lying on a bed in a fully-lit, strange room.
Next she could feel the warmth of a body touching hers. Her immediate reaction was that it might be Andrew's body. But then she remembered, and at that moment she felt Claudine stir at her side.
Down the curving muscle of her thigh, she next realized, was the rigidity of the enormous penis, still strapped to the body of Claudine. How many times, thought Louise luxuriously, had she awakened to just such a penis thrust against some part of her body as Hector, ever randy, nestled up to her in sleep?
"Awake, my darling?" came the soft question from Claudine.
"Mmmm-m-m," mumbled Louise, reluctant to spoil the delicious lassitude she was feeling.
She turned and nuzzled gratefully into the warm, soft, womanly flesh of breasts and belly, both softly yielding, and she pressed her own naked mammaries into those of Claudine, eluding, as she did so, the strapped penis still warm between their two bodies. Louise seemed to merge into the soft flesh of her female partner. On a sudden mutual impulse the two girls joined wet, inviting lips in an impassioned kiss, in which there was all of sweet female understanding, gratitude and utter sexual comprehension.
Though their watches told them they had been asleep only three hours, Louise was surprised how strangely rested she felt.
They ceased their kiss after long blissful moments. Then Louise stretched her arms up above her head and uninhibitedly sprang out of bed, reveling in her splendid nakedness. Arms raised in a ballet posture, she danced lightly about the room, her glorious breasts jouncing and bouncing delightfully as she pirouetted about, now showing her belly, now her bosom, now her buttocks, in wild abandon.
Claudine smiled understandingly, knowing just how Louise was feeling.
Then she, too, rose and calmly and reverently, set about unstrapping the penis from between her thighs. Then she unsocketed the penis itself from its supporting straps and carefully laid them in their satin nests in the case.
Equally naked, she walked into the lounge and through to the kitchen. Soon there was a snack of hot milk, scones, butter and jam. Both carried their plates to the bedroom where they ate in silent peace and contentment.
Finished, Louise pored again in fascination amid the contents of the dildo case. Now, her libido stilled, she was able to take up and examine each of the cunningly-wrought pricks without the hot flush of desire dementing her and blunting her appreciation of these works of art.
"What's this one for?" she asked, holding up one of the very long, thin ones. "This one surely could hardly give any woman any pleasure?"