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Steve jammed himself deeper into Dottie. Her screams grew louder. She stared up at him, almost losing herself in the stern look of focus on his face, but jarred out of it by the feeling of his steel-hard cock continuing to ram into her, over and over again.

Each pump of his cock forced Dottie’s body into Angie’s knees. She’d be all the way at the other end of the bed if Angie weren’t there to hold her in place.

Steve rutting her was like something that would never stop. His hands wrapped around Dottie’s thighs like ivy growing around tree trunks. He shoved with his hips, getting his cock deep into Dottie’s tight pussy.

Dottie watched his member slam inside her. It was beautiful, hard and strong, looking just as big as it felt when it filled her gripping cunt. Her breath rushed out, forced from her by the immense thrust. The burning where her inner walls gripped his manhood coarsened into a fire with heat spreading all throughout her body.

Every thrust that rushed inside her made her burn hotter. Dottie felt the slickness of her cream inundating his cock. The fire was too hot; it was making her lose control. Her hips twisted and bucked. Steve’s cock kept pumping and pumping. Dottie gasped every time her cunt was filled. Her body writhed, but Angie held her in place. Then her gasping became screaming.

A powerful shock radiated from the depths of her pussy. It flashed up her body and blew the thoughts from her head. Dottie thrashed, her pussy’s nectar overflowing from her.

Another explosion blew through her body. The sweet clear warmth of her cream seemed to be all over her lower body, everything she could feel. Steve never slowed his thrusting. He kept attacking her burning sex, never giving it a moment’s rest.

Another explosion tore through Dottie and she quivered in Angie’s grip. A long, unsteady wail flew out of her. Steve kept right on fucking her.

Dottie’s breath boiled in her chest. Her throbbing cunt spasmed; she wanted to plea for mercy from these sensations. Steve’s prick went deeper. She was still able to scream. She shook her head from side to side, lashing her long red hair across Angie’s thighs.

Then, without warning, she was free of the massive presence tormenting her with pleasure. Steve drew his cock out of her, leaving Dottie’s body stiffening into shaking denial. He rolled her out of the way, then grabbed Angie by the leg.

Angie squealed as he pulled her down to where Dottie had been beneath him. Steve spread her legs, then tore away her panties. She gasped at her sudden exposure. Panted when Steve reached down and opened up her cunt, his hands holding the thick pink labia open to her glossy interior.

Steve fixed Dottie with a stare that brought her out of her relieved afterglow. “Bring me into her,” he ordered.

Dottie took his hard cock in her hand and held it to Angie’s waiting pussy. Breathing deeply, Steve moved in, his hips coming down like some mechanism meant to crush Angie’s fragile body into nothing. Dottie moaned at the feel of his erection throbbing, ready for this new body to conquer.

Angie sucked in her next breath while his prick entered her and entered her and entered her. His burgeoning cockhead wouldn’t take any reluctance from her stretching folds; her body was given no choice but to swallow it all whole. Angie wiggled her ass, cooing in pleasured disbelief at the new feelings that came as her inner walls gripped his cock.

Finally, Angie threw her hands up and spread her legs into a wide vee. Steve kept going, pushing into her newfound openness, and now Angie arched her back, moaning loudly with the feel of being full of him. Still she took more and more—all he gave her.

Nearing her cervix finally slowed his unstoppable advance. Steve paused there, then put his hand on Angie’s lower belly. He could feel the bulge where his fat cock waited inside her. Judging she could take more, he shifted his hips and gave more to her cunt. Angie could only whimper, almost all of his his length now wedged tight inside her. When he pulled out, his prick was dripping wet.

Dottie stared on, watching how Angie’s labia lips gripped tight on Steve’s cock, holding on until he’d dragged himself away from them. Then Steve delved back into her; Angie could only moan when she was impaled all over again. Dottie watched his thick girth disappear inside Angie, becoming a bulge in Angie’s little stomach. It hurt her pussy just to watch how much was going inside the poor bitch.

Still Angie’s hips rocked, stirring her clutching walls around Steve’s cock. He let her writhe, not pausing in his long, powerful strokes. Again and again he made sure Angie had taken all of what he’d last given her and a little more besides. He wouldn’t let up on her until she had stretched as much as she needed to take all he had.

Dottie watched, intoxicated by the sight, remembering with perfect clarity how Steve had felt inside her. Now, with the sensations gone but lingering, she had a better idea of the feeling than when she’d been overwhelmed by how much her little cunt was made to hold.

Steve could feel Angie’s innards roiling, quivering all around his cock, but it was better felt with his dick. He took his hand off her belly and moved both arms to Angie’s waist, taking holds of its narrowness.

Looking down at Angie, he watched her face and saw nothing but pleasure when he fucked into her, his prick ramming deep. Angie shrieked like a tortured animal, her face flickering between the pain she felt and the orgasmic delight she found in being impaled again and again.

His enormous masculinity was fucking almost all the way into Angie’s open pussy. He looked down and actually saw the bulge in Angie’s stomach moving up and down, up and down. He gave his hips more speed. Angie screamed louder, a woman possessed, but she enjoyed all of it, even the pain.

Dottie could almost feel the pleasure coming off of Angie like shockwaves from an explosion. Her own sex was still hot and sticky from how Steve had fucked her. She stared at Angie and knew the other woman was almost there, almost at her limit. And once Angie was there, Steve would push her past it.

Angie’s body twisted and jerked, a riot of movement all wrapped around Steve’s cock. She stretched her arms out, taking her knees and pulling them up to her chest. Steve ground directly into her pussy, fucking her and fucking her and fucking her seemingly beyond her body’s ability to orgasm. Dottie wondered if he would ever stop.

Steve’s unstoppable thrusts were driving Angie over the precipice. She had wailed herself hoarse. Dottie saw the shiny wetness of the puddle under Angie’s ass and knew that she was coming, that Steve was keeping her coming. Her orgasm going on and on. She wouldn’t have enough until Steve had decided she’d had enough.

Angie’s hips spasmed. Her back arched. Her tender breasts jiggled with all the violence Steve was putting into her body. She wrapped her arms around Steve, holding him pleadingly. She gasped for air instead of speaking—feeling too much to form words.

Angie twisted her ass far to the left, trying to roll away from this unbearable pleasure. Steve let her go, only to pull her up to her hands and knees. There, looming over her quaking ass, he lodged himself in her cunt again. He held her there, one hand on her hip and the other up on her shoulder. And with Angie locked in place, Steve fucked all the way into her.

Dottie stared at the union of their bodies: Steve’s cock was totally gone. Angie held it all inside her. Dottie gaped, not believing in it. Then she watched Steve pick Angie up. She gave a cry of surprise and Dottie’s jaw dropped lower.

Steve had Angie in a full nelson now, bouncing her on his cock so it went all the way in and out of her juicy pussy. She flexed and convulsed in his arms, throwing herself back against his broad chest like she couldn’t help rubbing against it, feeling its strength. An act of worship, of thanks for the universe of pleasure he’d put inside her cunt.

Dottie looked down at his prick. It was still toweringly upright, there for Angie to impale herself on while she bounded with the strong impacts of Steve’s hips.

Angie’s face was red, awash with sweat, hair stuck to her wet skin. She panted weakly, not even able to scream now, only needing consciousness enough to keep feeling how Steve was fucking her. Only needing one arm and a hand in Angie’s hair to hold her up, Steve let her free arm fall limply towards the ground and he reached to her nipples instead. They looked like ripe cherries.