Then suddenly Christine started bucking about like an untamed bronco. She whipped her hands away from Carol's huge tits and sank them deep into the flesh of the woman's ass cheeks, thrusting her hips up and working to bury the entire pussy-bursting length of the fat dildo completely in her spasming beaver. With her face still buried in Carol's fragrant cleavage, the teenager moaned and sobbed out her orgasm.
"Oh, oh, Carol!-This is it!! Uh,I'm, oh aaarrrrrhhhhh!!!!!" Her whole body stiffened for a second, and then she was lurching and shaking like a mad woman, caught up in a mind-flowing orgasm. "Damn!! Yyeaahh, ohh, this is soooo goooooddddd!!!!!"
Even as Christine screamed and sobbed out her sensual explosion, Carol's own climax burst forth from her groin, every muscle in her body seemed to spasm at the same time, then lock rigid as she sank on top of the teenager, a nipple popping wetly from the girl's lips. Carol redoubled her fucking motions, grinding her exploding clit into the base of the dildo. Gritting her teeth she moaned deliriously into the pretty lesbian's ear, still caught up in the fantasy of the fake-fuck. "Take it, baby!! Uh, oh yeah! Oh, shit, I'm filling you up with all my hot jizzzzz!!"
"Yes! Yes, I feel it!" Christine screamed back happily, holding tight to her lady lover and basking in the heated glow of her after-climax, every nerve in her body tingly in pleasure.
Finally, both hot females lay entwined, breathing deeply, feeding air to their gasping lungs, and cuddling together. Carol kissed the sultry girl's eyes, nose, then licked at her wet lips.
Rolling off the teenager, she withdrew the long dildo slowly from the girl's pussy, being rewarded with a soft purr of renewed pleasure from Christine as her steaming cunt milked the last bit of wonderful sensation from the twat-stretching pole.
Carol unhooked the wet prod from her belt and brought the long shaft back to her lips. It glistened brightly, coated with a thick layer of creams from the teenager's drenched slit.
"Mmmmmm," Carol mewled lasciviously. "A pussy popsicle!" She stuck the fat head in her mouth and licked and sucked on it, slurping up every thick speck of twat juice like a little kid feasting on a dripping ice cream on a hot summer day. She closed her eyes and savored every tangy drop. And then Christine raised her head and began to lick at the long shaft as well, lapping up her own juices.
Between the two depraved females it took only a few minutes to lick the entire monster shaft gleaming clean once more.
Both women suddenly gasped as they heard a deep voice from behind them.
"Ladies, we've really got to do something about your choice of what you eat for dinner!" a deep voice laughed.
Carol spun her head around in surprise, then relaxed when she saw it was Ken. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a wide grin on his handsome face, the stone-cold pizza in his hands.
"Hi, Ken!" Christine called out happily, looking forward to more of their bizarre games now that the whole gang was together.
"Hi, Chris," he said in response, putting the greasy box on top of the chest of drawers and starting to loosen his tie. "I had a feeling you'd be ordering pizza tonight," he said with a grin at his wife. "So I worked a bit harder on getting my work done!"
Carol padded across the room and slid her arms around her husband's waist, kissing him passionately. Ken licked at her lips, his cock stiffening at the taste of pussy juice there.
"So, how else did you spend your day today?" he asked, starting on the buttons of his shirt while Carol worked at his belt buckle, and Christine hurried over to tug at his shoes.
"Oh, nothing different than most any other day," Carol smiled back happily-and hornily!"