Chapter Twelve An Endurance Test #2
Dorothy gripped Melody’s well-rounded hips, her fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.
She teased the thick dildo’s molded tip down the cum-slicked crack of Melody’s ass, making Melody suck in a surprised breath.
The cock continued lower, dragging across Melody’s asshole and along her slick taint until Dorothy had lined the dildo’s silicone head up with Melody’s dripping entrance.
Dorothy drove her hips forward.
Melody let out a drawn-out wail as the toy stretched her open. It filled her completely, the thick girth pressing her internal walls and the tip battering against Melody’s backwalls.
"Take it," Dorothy growled, pulling her hips back before slamming forward again.
This was where Dorothy’s grueling endurance training paid off. The pounding began, and the power of her sculpted hips was overwhelming. Every stroke was deep, rhythmic, and equally forceful. She fucked Melody with the exact same machine-like precision she used for her weighted hip thrusts.
"Tell me this feels better than some old geezer," Dorothy demanded, her breathing heavy but completely controlled.
"It does!" Melody cried out, the deep blows of the strap-on cock causing her mind to melt into a puddle of submissive filth. "Ohhh fuck, you’re going so deep. Pound that pussy, Dorothy. Fuck my slutty cunt! Wreck my pussy!"
"That’s right. I am going to ruin you," Dorothy promised, her pace accelerating and her hips beating a jiggling tempo against Melody’s plush ass. "You're my workout toy today. You're going to take every single inch until I say we're done. No pain. No gain.”
"Yes! Fuck yeah, use that pussy! Use me! Use my sloppy little cunt!" Melody begged, completely abandoning any sense of pride. The dirty talk fueled Dorothy’s aggression, making the Ab Queen’s thrusts unforgiving.
Red knew exactly the right angles. He used his gritty, seasoned experience to conquer her at a measured, perfect pace. He worshipped her. He really only pounded her hard when he was crossing that finish line or when Melody was begging for it.
Dorothy, with her silicon cock, lacked that subtle finesse, but she made up for it with strength and bottomless stamina.
She didn't tire out. She didn't need to slow down to catch her breath or adjust her footing. She pounded Melody savagely, the loud slapping of skin against skin echoing through the empty house. Their bodies wet with sweat. Melody’s cunt dripping with each spear of that big cock.
Unwilling to stay in one position, Dorothy suddenly grabbed Melody by the waist and hauled her backward.
"On your back," Dorothy ordered, manhandling the smaller woman effortlessly.
Melody flipped over. Dorothy followed her down immediately, folding Melody's legs all the way back until her knees were practically touching her own ears. It was a brutally tight mating press.
Dorothy leaned her entire sweaty, muscular weight forward, trapping Melody beneath her. She guided the slick silicone back inside and resumed the punishing rhythm.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck,” moaned Melody, her tits compressed by her legs. Her body contorted and at the mercy of Dorothy.
The cock somehow drove deeper, and the molded balls beat heavily against Melody’s asshole.
“Look at you," Dorothy teased hotly, staring down at Melody’s flushed, sweaty face. "You're a total mess. You belong to this big dick right now."
"I belong to you," Melody moaned, her hands gripping Dorothy’s sweaty biceps as the deep, internal pounding hit a deep pleasure point again and again. "Pound my guts! Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Dorothy fucked her with the rhythmic, controlled violence of a high-intensity interval training session.
The relentless, powerful hip drive never wavered.
Melody was pushed to her physical limits, her body trembling under the onslaught.
The friction, the sweat-dripping heat, and the intensely degrading dirty talk created a perfect storm of overstimulation.
"I'm gonna make you break," Dorothy grunted, driving the toy in to the hilt and grinding her pelvis hard against Melody’s clit.
"Already… breaking!" Melody cried breathlessly. "I'm cumming, Dorothy! Oh fuck!"
The climax was as punishing as any workout. Melody’s body arched rigidly off the mat. The intense, deep pounding forcing her inner walls to contract with sudden, spasming force. Her walls clamped down viciously around the silicone shaft, and a hot, heavy gush of fluid erupted from her.
“Ohhh fuck I’m squirting,” gasped Melody, shocked at her own body.
The warm liquid shoot out to soak the rubber yoga mat beneath her waist. It felt like she was pissing, but cumming at the same time. Melody wailed, her eyes rolling back as the rolling orgasm pounded through her cunt.
Seeing Melody reduced to a quivering, dripping, incoherent mess flipped a final switch in Dorothy’s brain. With a loud grunt, Dorothy ripped the strap-on out of Melody with a wet, squelching pop.
She didn't give Melody a second to recover. Dorothy practically leaped up Melody’s body, scrambling over her chest.
"My turn," Dorothy demanded.
She shoved her own hot, dripping cunt directly into Melody's face. Dorothy straddled Melody’s head, her powerful thighs locking around Melody’s ears to hold her in place.
Melody, exhausted and still trembling from her squirting climax, didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth eagerly, her tongue thrusting to meet Dorothy’s slick folds. She tasted her own squirted juices mixed with the salty tang of Dorothy’s heavy sweat.
Dorothy rode Melody’s face aggressively, grinding her clit hard against Melody’s nose and mouth. "Eat it. Eat that sweaty pussy. Make me cum, you filthy little slut."
Melody slurped and sucked, using her hands to grip Dorothy’s firm ass cheeks, pulling her down harder against her mouth. She licked deep into Dorothy’s crevice, swirling her tongue rapidly over the swollen bundle of her clit. Dorothy rode Melody’s face as hard as she had fucked Melody’s cunt.
Melody’s fingers slipped down the sweaty curve of Dorothy's cheeks, finding the tight, pink pucker. Obeying a filthy, submissive instinct to please her dominant partner, Melody pushed her middle finger directly into Dorothy's ass.
The tight ring of muscle yielded, stretching around the digit.
Dorothy let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her powerful thighs locking even tighter around Melody's head as she accepted the sudden, slick intrusion.
Melody began to pump her finger in and out, massaging the tight opening while her tongue continued to relentlessly lash at Dorothy's clit.
Dorothy threw her head back, her hands tangling in Melody’s blonde hair. Her powerful hips jerked wildly as the dual stimulation of the aggressive oral and the deep, rhythmic pumping of Melody's finger pushed her right over the brink.
"Fuck! Yes!" Dorothy grunted, her body going rigid. She ground her pelvis down against Melody’s face one final, agonizingly hard time, her inner thigh muscles locking up as a violent orgasm wracked her athletic frame. Dorothy cried out, her breathing ragged and sharp, her juices flowing heavily over Melody’s lips and chin.
Melody sucked and fingered and swallowed repeatedly. She could feel the throbbing, tightening spasms.
Slowly, the tension left Dorothy’s body. She slumped forward, collapsing to the side so she was lying flush against the messy living room rug next to Melody.
The comedown was heavy. Both women were drained, their chests rising and falling in rapid, nearly synchronized gasps. Sweat pooled on the rubber mats, catching the bright glare of the neglected ring light still standing in the corner.
Dorothy reached down with a trembling hand and unbuckled the heavy leather harness, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. She rolled onto her back, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face.
"Told you," Dorothy managed to say between heavy breaths. "Endurance."
Melody couldn't even form a coherent sentence. She lay there, wrecked in the absolute best way possible. Her inner thighs were soaked, her muscles had turned to goo, and her jaw ached deliciously.
As she stared up at the living room ceiling, a profound realization washed over her.
She thought of Red, her elderly hobo Grandpappy lover, and looked over at Dorothy, her dominating, toned, gym goddess content partner. Two almost diametrically opposed halves of her very fulfilling love life.
Melody realized she had somehow managed to capture the absolute best of both worlds.
And it had made for one hell of a lucrative and sexy summer in suburbia.