If You Insist

I wanted to give a smart-ass reply, but I suddenly felt breathless as that glass cock hovered a foot away from my face. I reached out and stroked the dildo with my fingers.

Chrissie gasped, but didn't move away. Her nipples hardened against her top.

Oblivious to my audience, I ran my tongue along that warm smoothness, then stroked it with my hand again. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" I said. My belly muscles twitched as my wrapped fingers slid up and down the dildo easily.

Chrissie's hips were gyrating back and forth. "Yesssss...that's it...stand up, slut."

I stood up, still stroking that glass shaft. "Bite me, whore."

"Maybe later, slut. Bend over the table."

I leaned forward over the coffee table, my hips raising, my ass up in the air. "You are such a fucking wench," I said.

Chrissie drew the hem of my t-shirt over my hips, then slid my panties down my legs. "Me? You're the fucking bitch. Spread your legs," she said.

I parted my legs, my ass still high in the air. "I'm not as big a bitch as you are. Hold my hips," I said.

Chrissie lined the glass dildo against my wet pussy. Her hands gripped my hips as I felt the thick glass rod slide inside me. I gasped, my body shuddering from the intense sensations. I heard Laura say, "Yeah, that's off the chain!", sounding like she was far away.

Chrissie then began to stroke her glass cock into me and I moaned and shuddered like a slut in heat. She pounded me relentlessly, that smooth thickness sliding back and forth inside me without pause. My heat was building rapidly, my belly muscles twitching and jumping in **** need. I could hear Chrissie moaning as well, could feel her hips twitching as we neared a simultaneous orgasm. Then, a heartbeat away from blissful release, my pussy was suddenly dreadfully empty. Heart pounding, I desperately tried to organize my thoughts. Then I felt a sudden pressure against my tight rear opening. My eyes widened and I tried to squirm forward, but it was too late. The glass cock, generously lubricated by my own juices, slid easily into my tight ass.

"Yesssss....!" cried Chrissie. I tried to wriggle away, but then the waves of intense sensations came and for the next half-minute, Chrissie and I were squealing in pleasurable release, her hips pressed against my bare ass, my body shuddering and twitching helplessly.

The long orgasm finally ended, and Chrissie fell back onto the couch, still breathing heavily. I was still bent over the coffee table, and, after a moment, realized that my ass was indeed still full of the glass cock.

I looked over my shoulder at Chrissie. She smirked, reached over and patted my bare bottom. I felt my cheeks quiver around the dildo that was now stuck inside my ass.

"Now there's a look that suits you, Erica," said Chrissie.

"You bitch!" I said, helplessly bent over the coffee table.