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“Bet he will.”
Tessa didn’t reply, the answer were all too obvious.
“Anyone been inside your ass?” Martine wondered as her finger wiggled beyond the tight rosette.
“No.”
The deeper the woman’s finger prodded her, the more Tessa’s whole sex ached. Wiggling against the invading probe, the finger slipped deeper still.
“You want more, don’t you, you vile little tramp!”
Tessa could only groan in agreement.
Pulling away, Martine strolled to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a jar of cream and a dildo: an eight inch long prick, three inches around, which they’d used many times inside their cunts, but never in an ass.
“Martine, no! It’s too big!” Tessa objected. But that did not deter Martine who was busily greasing the shaft so it would easily slip inside her victim’s virgin anus.
“It’s as big as he’ll be, I bet. If you can handle him, you can handle this.”
“Martine!”
Her pleading was ignored. “Just relax, little tramp, you owe me this. After all, you were mine first.”
“I was never yours,” Tessa snapped back curtly as she tried to wiggle away.
“Oh no you don’t.” The stronger Martine planted an arm around Tessa’s waist and held her firmly. With the other hand, she pried apart Tessa’s clenched ass cheeks. “You’d better open up, slut, or I’ll shove it in you, and it’ll hurt like hell.”
Too horny and too unprepared for a fight, Tessa relinquished any claim on her rear. There was no point in fighting Martine, especially when her body was screaming to have the channel filled with cock; such peculiar feelings were too splendid to give up. Parting her legs, she let Martine’s hand open her wide enough so that the thick shaft of the dildo pressed against her anus. As the head of the dildo, shaped just like the head of a cock, pushed open the tight barrier, her sphincter released slowly. It wasn’t easy.
“Ouch, that hurts.”
“Because you’re too tense,” Martine purred in her ear. With just half of the dildo inside, she rolled Tessa on to her side. “Play with your cunt and relax.”
Tessa’s hand went between her legs, finding the place she loved most to rub, toying with the sensuous folds as Martine pushed the fat prick deeper into her rear channel. After its initial reluctance, the tight place finally gave way completely, so that the eight long inches nestled in her ass. She sighed with relief and began to grind her rear against the invading prick.
“Ooooo yes…” her voice trailed off.
Martine began to pump the thick cock in and out of her roommate’s ass.
“Oh god yes, god yes, do it more,” the fucked girl screamed, as the dildo rammed her ass vigorous thrusts, even as her hands played the clit and juicing hole. “Damn yes. . . please more, Martine, don’t stop. . . ”
“You bet I won’t,” Martine answered.
Tessa was weeping, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks, her orgasm rising inside like one fierce clap of thunder rolling through her body. “Aaaarughhhhh, yeeeeesss, yeesssss.” She clenched against the dildo and her own hand—once, twice, a half dozen times more and then fell limp against the bed, exhausted.
She was aware of nothing until she felt Martine stroking her bottom: her stripes, bruises and violated rear hole. Turning Tessa onto her back, she smiled down on her with a familiar cunning grin of celebration. “You’re so easy, Tessa. The only thing you care about is your cunt, and now of course, your ass.” She hissed the word gleefully. “I was right, wasn’t I? You could take it all. Next time, I’ll strap the dildo on and ram you like a man.”
Tessa’s eyes were glassy, tearing still. She could hardly think, let alone reply to her scheming lover’s threat.
“Now,” Martine smirked, slapping Tessa’s thigh with a firm whack. “If he asks, you can tell him that I had your ass first.” Martine stood up, shrugged her off and walked away to get ready for her date.
Chapter Seven
Putting the finishing touches on the display, Tessa was behind the glass bending over. Miles saw it all: the tops of her stockings, the garters, and the delicious swell of her upper thighs that would meet at her pussy. Did she realized how she looked?
He watched her for some time, until she became uneasy, and a little voice inside her head told her to turn around.
“You bastard!” she mouthed to him, when she saw him on the other side of the glass display front. She motioned him to a side door behind the display, to a storeroom filled with mannequins, props, drapes and novelties still in storage.
