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"Oh yes! Finger my asshole. You're a dirty little dyke slut! You'd like to be sucking many cunts right now, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd like them to fuck your rancid lezzie slit. WOULDN'T YOU!!!" She came hard and loud, shouting profanities at the top of her lungs. She thrashed about like someone had hit her with a live wire. When she finally calmed down, I pulled away from her and headed to the rack. Without thinking I grabbed two double headed dildos and a small bottle of love lube. I turned around, grinning like a fiend. "Time to fuck, Brenda." She raised her eyebrows. I knew what she was asking, but actions speak much louder. I joined her on the floor, but sat on my haunches. I lubed up one dildo and slid it deep into my ass. My former boyfriend introduced me to anal sex by accident. Or so he says. HE slipped... I'll just bet. I'll also bet he didn't expect me to fuck him like there was no tomorrow when he did it. Seeing my actions, Brenda rose to her haunches, grabbing the other end of my anal probe. Pretty soon we were connected in a most peculiar way. When I slid the other two-banger into my cunt, she joined me again. I'll bet we looked funny. We tried to find a position that would allow one of us to fuck the other. We failed a few times, and laughed ourselves silly. When we finally reached a good position (we had to take off her strapon before getting to this point,) we were off and fucking. We ground out cunts onto those fake dicks, also filling our assholes with latex monsters. I don't know how many times I came. Once Brenda began stroking my clit like she was jacking off a guy, it was like one massive, never-ending orgasm.
* * * * I awoke to the sensation of being stretched by a bull. My eyes snapped open and I tried to move. Tried... Brenda has tied me down to the table. Its cloth was covered in a soft fur, rubbing my nipples and arousing me. I tried to speak, but the ball-gag prevented that. She was raping me!