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Elvira decided that this was no time for conversation. Grasping the base of Linnea’s strap-on firmly in her free hand, she threw herself down on it, taking all eight inches deep inside her body.

“Son of a whore!” Linnea gasped, fortunate enough to feel what the strap-on did, all those slinky-muscled depths that clamped down and sucked on the dildo as if wanting it deeper.

“YIEEEEEEEE!” Elvira shrieked, thrashing, feeling the tip of the dildo touch as close as it could to her womb.

She fell forward to Linnea, knowing she was exposing her ass, that it was only a matter of time until someone took advantage of having an unoccupied hole up in the air. But, hell, after all the attention her tits got, her ass could use some appreciation.

Brinke went on the offensive, wetting her fingers with the nectar that had already coated Elvira’s thighs. Then she smeared that slickness onto Elvira’s anal ring, her slim fingers perfect for it—they felt like they were penetrating it without penetrating it, getting Elvira ready for being impaled like her cunt was with Linnea’s strap-on.

“Oh yeah!” Elvira moaned. “Yessss! Grease me up and then give me that big dick! I want it to slide all the way up into my throat!”

She cradled one of her firm, expansive breasts and pushed it roughly at Linnea’s gasping mouth.

“There!” she grunted, feeling teeth clamp down on her nipple. “You take that while I take your cock! Take it, baby! I know you’ve sucked much bigger things than that!”

“Mmmm! MMMPH! Mmmf!” Linnea groaned, grabbing both of Elvira’s tits and lavishing either nipple with her tongue. There was more than enough of Elvira’s bust for her to grope and lick and kiss and still not get at all of the brunette’s ample endowments.

That was when Elvira felt the huge tip of Brinke’s strap-on pressing up against the sphincter of her puckered asshole. It painted precum against the tight grommet, so Elvira reached back and took the dildo in her hand. It felt a lot warmer than she was used to with her sex toys. But then again, with all they were doing, it’d make sense if they were glowing red-hot!

“Yes!” Elvira moaned, rubbing the tip against her accommodating anus. It felt perfect, like she was scratching an itch with just the right thing. “Feels so good! Get it in there, baby! I want both my holes full of grade-A American silicone!”

“Wouldn’t be the only thing about you that’s full of silicone!” Bast quipped.

“Hey, Miss Kitty, I’m all natural!” Elvira shot back.

“Don’t you mean au natural?” Brinke teased.

Linnea mumbled something around Elvira’s teat.

Elvira made sure to guide Brinke’s strap-on in as it was eased forward. Her hole was reluctant at first, the spread of it sending tongues of fire lashing through Elvira’s bowels, but it weirdly helped to have Linnea biting at her nipples, giving her some pain there to balance her out. If someone would pull her hair, she’d have an orgasm before she was even really double penetrated. Wouldn’t they think she was a slut then?

“Unh! Uh! Unh!” Elvira grunted, biting her lower lip against the pain but happy Brinke was still putting it in her. She didn’t want to beg so soon; she knew she’d be doing that after a few orgasms.

Finally the thick cockhead popped into her greased hole and Brinke was happy to slide it all the way in, even if she put more inches in Elvira than Dracula had taken stakes.

“OOOOOOHHH GAWWDD!” Elvira shrieked as pain and pleasure bracketed her, confusing her as to which was which.

For a moment, she held very still, letting her body accommodate how much cock it had in it. Then she started pushing, pulling, going from one penetration to the other. Whether she went back or forth, she was impaling herself—softly at first, and then with a real need for the pleasure she was feeling.

“It’s beautiful!” Elvira sighed, rising and dropping onto two cocks at once.

As much as she liked pork, this had to be her favorite kind of spit-roast.

Their cocks were lined up in her body, side by side, separated only by a thin membrane that was stretched taut with pure pleasure. Elvira could feel them rubbing together, filling her, like one big penetration that took up all of her, body and soul!

And Elvira was all for it. She lunged at one cock, then the other. Pushing back to get penetrated all the way to her bowels, she nearly ripped her rigid nipple from the suction of Linnea’s mouth. Her nipple was caught between Linnea’s teeth, stretched until Elvira’s teat looked like an ice cream cone. For a moment, Elvira thought she might pass out, feeling too much pain and too much pleasure to fit into an itsy-bitsy skull. But then, it wasn’t like she was blonde or anything.

Linnea let go of her nipple and the pendulum that ruled Elvira’s mind swung back to crashing pleasure. And a moment later it went the other way, to insane, gibbering pain that made her eyes water with its intensity.

Before she had a chance to process one sensation, the other had already returned and taken over her consciousness, leaving her aware of nothing more than the immensity of the extremes she traveled to.

The dildos—if that’s what they still were, hidden from sight deep within her dripping pussy and splayed asshole—pushed fire into her body. When they retreated, they pulled still more flame from Elvira’s ravaged flesh, leaving no doubt of how tender she was.

“Get in me, babies!” Elvira cried, her voice husky with feverish lust. “Get it all in, I want it all!”

The first of a series of climaxes exploded through her then, flaring from her core to the folds of her pussy and the jiggling flesh of her ass, then back again.

Wave after wave shocked through her churning innards until Elvira lost count of how many times she had orgasmed.

Linnea’s groin shined wetly with the cream Elvira had already let loose. Brinke’s thighs glistened too, covered with a film of the stuff from slamming into Elvira from behind. The bed was drenched as well. Elvira felt all her juices running off Linnea’s legs, soaking the bedspread, touching her own knees.

Then she felt Linnea and Brinke swell up inside her body.

“Holy hell, you’re getting even bigger! I’m going to burst if you get any bigger!”

But of course, she didn’t tell them to stop. Those big, gorgeous cock were pumping into her and Elvira wanted nothing but more. They’d so totally occupied her sensations, taking over her every thought, that Elvira didn’t care if she lived to be a hundred—she knew she’d never feel this way again.

“Give it to me!” she screamed with a voice that’d died away on her. “Fuck right through me! Come in me until I’m nothing but your jizz!”

Then even those mute whisper were too much for her capabilities. She felt herself falling over the edge of sanity, down into a bottomless chasm of her greed for pleasure.

“Fuck me harder! Faster!” she recognized a tinny echo of her own voice and didn’t know where it was coming from. “Fuck my brains out! Don’t need ‘em! Just need all your cum!”

Then she was thrashing, flexing, clamping down with seemingly steel muscles in her pussy and asshole.

“Holy shit!” Brinke roared, feeling Elvira’s ass pulling at her cock like it was milking her.

“Yes, yes!” Linnea yelled with her, redoubling her thrusts because she just had to have more of that snapping, sucking pussy.

“GGGGGGGHHHHRRH!” Elvira screamed, her latest orgasm seeming to blow the top of her head off and finally let out the maddening din of lust and pleasure that’d been consuming her thoughts.

Her warm nectar flooded into her pussy, setting off Linnea’s own completion. Ropes of thick, musky cum flew from what had once been a strap-on, its liquid heat attacking the walls of Elvira’s womanhood. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. The splash of it, swirling around with Elvira’s own cream, sent her to a new wild plateau of orgiastic feeling.

Elvira threw her head from side to side, biting the air like a bitch in heat. She threw all of herself into the cock she rode on. Then Brinke’s own gushing burst hit her, paralyzing her in a state of utter ecstasy.

“OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!” she keened, totally out of control. She thrust herself up and down on the two spurting organs, not stopping until she’d gotten both her holes completely stuffed with every drop of fiery seed she could find.

Exhausted, Elvira sprawled there with Linnea and Brinke still inside her. Their cocks didn’t become limp, exactly, but the fleshy feel they’d had at the end went away and, as her numbness ebbed, Elvira felt a familiar lifelessness to the dildos despite all the cum inside her.

Then she picked her head up and fixed the watching Bast with a stare. “Hey, I can’t get pregnant from this stuff, can I?”