Chapter Eight The Double Header #2
“Ohhhh that’s so fucking good,” moaned Dorothy, combing her fingers into Melody’s golden locks. “But… but you gotta stop. Come on. Ohhh… knock it off.”
“Mmmmmm?” Melody looked up, sucking hard on Dorothy’s clit.
“Not like this," Dorothy whispered. She grabbed the floppy, double-ended toy. "Lie on your side."
Melody obeyed, curling onto her side. Dorothy positioned herself behind her, scissoring their legs together. It was an awkward shuffle at first, trying to align their hips, both of them moving a bit too excitedly as their bodies touched and intertwined.
"Okay," Dorothy whispered. "I'm going to put one end in me, then guide the other into you. We have to push back together."
Melody heard Dorothy insert the first head into herself with a sharp inhale. Then, she felt the other head pressing against her own entrance. The smooth, cool silicone warmed rapidly against her heat.
"Ready?" Dorothy asked, her voice strained.
"Yes. Push it in."
They rocked their hips together. Melody gasped as the thick head breached her, filling her up. At the same time, she could feel Dorothy pushing against the other end. It was a bizarre, incredible sensation to be penetrated by an object that was anchored inside another woman.
"Oh, fuck," Melody moaned as they locked hips. "I can feel you inside me. I can feel you pushing."
"It's like… a bridge," Dorothy panted. "A fuck-bridge."
Melody giggled breathlessly. "Don't call it a fuck-bridge."
They began to move. It wasn't the rhythmic thrusting of a strap-on. It was a grinding, somewhat awkward scissoring motion. They had to push their groins together, grinding their pubic bones against each other to drive the dildo deeper into their bodies simultaneously.
Every time Dorothy clenched her muscles, the toy shifted inside Melody. Every time Melody rocked forward, she drove the toy deeper into Dorothy.
"Oh god, right there," Dorothy groaned, her head thrown back on the pillow. "If I grind… like this…"
She rotated her hips, churning the dildo inside both of them. Melody cried out, clutching the sheets. The internal pressure was immense, a fullness that radiated through her entire pelvis.
But there was something missing. The visual.
"Turn," Melody gasped. "Ass to ass. I want to see those perfect cheeks."
They disentangled carefully, keeping the toy lodged inside their gripping cunts, a feat of coordination that involved a lot of giggling and inner twisting and wet squelching noises. They repositioned so they were kneeling on the bed, facing away from each other, but pushed back-to-back.
The dildo connected them like a tow hitch.
"Reach back," Melody commanded. "Spread for me."
Dorothy reached behind herself, grabbing her own ass cheeks. Melody did the same.
The mirror on the closet door reflected the scene perfectly. Two beautiful, naked women, connected by a shaft of silicone, spreading their asses open for the world (and each other) to see.
"Look at that," Melody whispered, staring at the reflection. "Look how open we are."
With their cheeks spread, the view was pornographic. Melody could see the dildo disappearing into Dorothy’s pussy, and she could feel it deep inside her own.
"Fuck, Melody," Dorothy groaned, watching the mirror too. "Touch yourself. Touch your ass. Rim that cute little butthole with your finger."
Melody moved one hand from her cheek to her asshole. She circled the tight, pink pucker with her middle finger, pressing into the divot.
"Like this?" she teased, pushing her finger in to the first knuckle.
"Yes," Dorothy hissed. She copied the movement, sliding a finger into her own ass.
The sensation was overwhelming. Filled in the front by the shared dildo, filled in the back by their own fingers, grinding their asses together. Melody began to pump her finger in and out of her ass, the pleasure sharpening the slithering stretch of the fat dildo.
The room filled with the sound of their slapping cheeks and sloshing cunts. The rhythm imperfect but thrilling. Melody’s cunt gripping the dildo with spasms of pleasure. Her asshole clenching against her finger.
"I'm gonna cum," Melody panted, watching her own reflection as the flush spread across her chest and her dangling breasts. "Dorothy, push back! Grind on me!"
“Ohhhhh, yesss,” hissed Dorothy and she shoved her hips backward. The dildo hit Melody’s g-spot hard.
"Oh! Fuck!"
Melody thrust her hips and ground her ass hard against Dorothy’s slippery heat.
Nothing separating them, but the dildo connecting them deeply.
Melody’s orgasm broke through her in intense waves.
She throttled the thrusting, wiggling dildo.
She clamped down on the toy, her inner muscles squeezing the silicone so hard she could feel every sculpted vein.
Because they were connected, the shockwave traveled straight into Dorothy.
"Oh god, you're squeezing it!" Dorothy wailed. The added causing her thighs to shake and her body to buck with sudden intensity.
They came together in a messy, mutual, grinding release.
They bucked against each other, ass-to-ass and cunt-to-cunt, crying out into the empty room.
Melody’s finger slipped out of her ass as she grabbed the headboard for support, riding out the waves of pleasure that seemed to bounce back and forth between them through the toy.
They collapsed forward onto the mattress, panting, the dildo slipping out with a wet pop that left Melody feeling suddenly, achingly empty.
For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the lawnmower from the garage.
Melody was the first to move. She rolled over, her limbs feeling like jelly. The double-ended dildo lay on the sheet between them, glistening with their combined juices.
"That," Melody wheezed, "was a solid investment."
Dorothy laughed, a tired, happy sound. She lay on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow. "Told you."
Melody sat up, wiping sweat from her forehead. She looked at the toy, then at Dorothy’s prone form. A wicked idea, one born of lingering adrenaline and the insatiable hunger the rimming comment had sparked earlier, took root.
She picked up the dildo. It was slick and warm. She brought it to her lips, licking a long stripe of their mingled nectar off the silicone.
"Waste not, want not," she murmured.
She crawled over to Dorothy, straddling the backs of the prone gym queen’s calves. Dorothy made a noise of protest, but didn't move.
"Stay right there," Melody commanded softly. "I'm not done with you."
She leaned forward, grabbing Dorothy’s hips and pulling them up so she was kneeling on all fours, head down on the pillow.
The position displayed Dorothy’s ass perfectly.
It was round, firm, and dusted with a light sheen of sweat.
Perfectly tanned except for a little triangle that spanned her crack.
"Spread your legs," Melody ordered.
Dorothy obeyed, moving her feet out from under Melody, widening her stance on her knees. Melody used her hands to part the cheeks further, exposing the pink, twitching star of Dorothy’s asshole. It was still reacting to the finger play earlier, fluttering slightly.
Melody didn't hesitate. She dove in face-first.
She pressed her nose right against Dorothy’s crack, inhaling the scent of sex and musk. Then, she flattened her tongue and dragged it from the base of Dorothy’s pussy, over her taint, through her warm crack, and straight up to her tailbone.
"Oh!" Dorothy gasped into the pillow, her back arching.
Melody groaned, the taste intoxicating. She buried her face in Dorothy’s ass, her tongue working tirelessly. She swirled the tip around the rim, tracing every wrinkle, teasing the tight muscle.
The sounds Melody made were wet and loud.
Melody was devouring Dorothy’s ass. She pushed her tongue inside, probing the tightness, feeling Dorothy’s sphincter clamp around the intrusion.
She alternated between long, broad laps that covered the whole area in saliva and sharp, pointed flicks right on the button.
"Melody… oh my god… your tongue…" Dorothy moaned, her hips wiggling involuntarily.
Melody pulled back for a second, gathering spit in her mouth. She let it drop right onto Dorothy’s hole, watching it glisten.
"So pretty," Melody whispered. "So open."
She dove back in, rimming her with renewed vigor, eating her out like it was her last meal. She used her teeth lightly on the cheeks, kneading the flesh with her hands, spreading Dorothy wider and wider.
After a solid minute of relentless tongue-fucking, Melody pulled back, breathless, her chin wet. She leaned down, bringing her lips right next to Dorothy’s ear.
Dorothy was panting, her body trembling, completely at the mercy of the pleasure.
"You like that?" Melody whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You like how loose I'm getting you?"
Dorothy nodded frantically into the pillow. "Yes… god, yes."
Melody reached back, grabbing the pussy-slicked double dildo from the bed. She pressed the cold, wet head against Dorothy’s twitching rim.
"Good," Melody purred. "Get ready… because I'm going to put this dildo up your ass next."