Liberation Day

Carrie had told Dee about Edwin, of course. But there was little that could be done, and Carrie didn't want an abortion. But even though it was far too early to know, she felt pregnant.

They exited the prison, arm in arm. The first stop was a sex shop, to pick up a big black strapon for Dee to fuck Carrie with. The second stop was at one of Dee's relatives, who promised them a spare room in the attic. The relative had lined up a job for Dee at his restaurant. Carrie was going to work at a local fast food place.

That night, they enjoyed a bath together for the first time, complemented with candles and good soap. Afterwards, Carrie moaned greedily into the pillow as Dee expertly ate her pussy, sucking on Carrie's fat pussy lips, her dark hands roaming over Carrie's lithe white frame. After she was ready, Dee slid her strong body up against Carrie's, and the heft strapon slapped against her clit.

"Ohhh, fuck Daddy," Carrie whimpered. Dee chuckled hoarsely, as she fed the fed inch into her.

"Always wanted one of these. Gonna use it on my dream girl," she promised, as she flexed her firm ass, burying her cock into Carrie, whose eyes went wide.

By the time morning arrived, Dee had fucked Carrie into oblivion. Carrie was coated in a slick sheen of sweat. Her pussy was done for the day, but her ardent lover wanted more. She had time to make up for.