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She doubted that Max would really go down on her, despite all the jokes. She wouldn’t go down on Max… probably. But Caroline didn’t mind the fantasy. She was too hot to care what got her off. It was the same as thinking about Hagen. She wasn’t in love with him or anything, but he was hot.

It was fun to picture herself sneaking into his bedroom when he’d turned off the light, and he wouldn’t know who she was (he’d think she was Max, maybe) and she’d suck him off and he’d taste of Max, by the time he stopped tasting of Max he’d have filled her mouth with cum, or maybe she’d be straddling him, riding up and down on his big cock just like Max had, and Max could watch her like she’d watched Max—

“Hey Caroline, how much do you think we could get for those little wrenches that came with IKEA shit, because we have like eleven of them and they’ve gotta be good for something, right, like popsicle sticks—”

Max froze at the same time Caroline did. The other woman in the room, seeing what she was doing, and needing to take a moment to process that she’d actually caught Caroline diddling herself. There was no naughty joke to make about it; Caroline really had her fingers in her box.

“Fucking finally, babe,” Max said at last. “If there’s anyone who needs some good orgasms, it’s you, and God knows we don’t have time to find someone at da klub. Everything all copacetic or do you need my rabbit vibrator? Because I’m not letting you take my pillow.”

Caroline couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t think. She thought she might be having a stroke. And for God only knew what reason, Max was coming closer.

“Hey, what’s that you’re watching? You don’t watch porn on your phone, like a normal person? Do you have some orb you kept from your rich people days? Nah, you wouldn’t hold out on me, you’re a pal. Oh, stupid me, that’s a Handicam. I have one just like it, somewhere around here. What’d you record, anyway? Mitt Romney after dark? Me getting railed through the one-way mirror you secretly installed in my room? Holy shit, that is me! What, are you into me? Because I knew I was hot, but some of those porn stars out there have tits my size and do shit with Bad Dragon toys you wouldn’t—”

Now Caroline wouldn’t think. She grabbed Max and then she was kissing her and then Max was down on the bed and she was pulling her clothes off—

“Shit, Caroline, what are you doing? We’ve polished off three bottles of tequila together and here is where you start with the bicurious shit?!”

Caroline kissed her some more. She wanted to kiss Max until she tasted blood, then no, she didn’t want that. She wanted to kiss Max’s neck, so pale, delicate, a little vein there pulsing with blood. Max was so tough, so voluptuous, a total badass, but she was completely made of girl. Soft and smooth and so tender.

“Caroline… Caroline…”

Caroline got her bra out of the way. She kissed her breasts. It was like a ping going off in her head as she enjoyed herself: finally I’ve got my hands on those tits.

“Oh. Oh! You’re not just making out with me! You’re fully gay for me now! I can’t believe how gay you are right now! And now! I mean, not when I wore the French maid outfit, or the nurse outfit, or that time I had to spank you so we wouldn’t lose our lease—”

Caroline bit into Max’s nipple. A part of her still wanted to taste blood, but she didn’t want to hurt Max. No, she loved Max. She wanted to pet Max, play with Max, tease Max, please Max. She wanted Max fucked out and happy and sleepy, hers to cuddle with until the next time she needed to fuck her.

And Caroline would need to fuck her again. Again and again and again. She could feel a current of desire in her that was so much stronger than anything else—it was the North Star in her night sky.

“Caroline! Jesus, Caroline! Yes, oh yes, l-less foreplay. Touch my cunt already; there’s a reason I’m not wearing panties, babe.”

Caroline’s hands spidered down. She got a big handful of Max’s ass. She reached her fingers into Max’s pussy.

“Oh my God! You know what you’re doing! You really know what you’re doing! Holy shit, your fingers are—fuck! Okay, I forgive you for watching my sex tape and playing with yourself! If my fingers felt that good, I’d be jacking off every five minutes! Shit! You’ve done this before, haven’t you? You and all those bitchy Blair Waldorf types you were friends with… fucking dyke orgies, didn’t you? OH FFFFUCK, you’ve been holding out on me! My snatch is all yours! You can have it whenever you want! You can fuck me instead of those blonde bitches, instead of Peyton, instead of Madisynn, instead of any of those cunts with their retarded names!”

She’s a submissive, a total fucking submissive. The thought echoed through Caroline’s mind, clearing out the instinctual urges that had substituted for thinking. Like airing out a smoking room, suddenly her brain kicked back into gear. Suddenly she wasn’t just enjoying Max’s body; she was thinking of how she could enjoy it.

“What about your ass?”

Max’s eyes were crossed. They didn’t really uncross. As overcome as Caroline had been with fucking her, she’d been just as overwhelmed with being fucked. “Wha—?”

“Caroline wants,” Caroline informed her, and turned Max over onto her belly.

The front of Max’s panties were down between her thighs, but the back was still wedged up between Max’s buttocks. A thong, which in Maxworld Caroline guessed counted as not wearing underwear. She pulled it down and took in Max’s stupendous ass in full, unadorned, all hers.

She gave it a slap and watched it jiggle like two bowls of Jell-O.

“Hey!” Max squeaked. “I’m not a bad girl! I mean, am I? If you say I am, I suppose—you wanna punish my tits, too? Since I’m a bad girl? And you can pinch my nipples. And slap me. And choke me. And pull my hair. But other than that, I’m really not into bondage. Hey, I have this leather jacket you can wear if you wanna… Caroline? Caroline…?"

Caroline wasn’t there. She was in the kitchen, having retrieved what she wanted from the refrigerator. She ran some warm water over it even though she was literally vibrating with need. Body shaking like Max’s had when she gave her that little spanking. Just the thought of it had her stroking the object of her desire, wishing it would warm up already… finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to put it to use. She had to see Max come and come and come like she would’ve in that fucking video if the camera hadn’t gone out.

Caroline came back in, holding what she had gotten behind her back just in case Max turned around. It was a vestigial instinct. She wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed, she was just so used to trying… and failing… to look cool in front of Max that it came naturally to her. Even when all she cared about was fucking Max. It was all she could think about.

She squeezed the cucumber she’d gotten from the refrigerator. Even holding it made her think of using it on Max. It was about the size of Hagen’s cock and by fucking Max with it, Caroline would know how snugly he’d fit into Max’s sex—like she’d taken a piece of that video and pulled it into herself. Knowing something so intimate about Max, something only she could find out…

She wanted to do it right now!

Especially since the long, curved plant came to two rounded ends. One to fuck Max and the other she could use on herself, so she was fucking Max and fucking her own pussy at the same time.

Getting on the bed with Max, Caroline slapped her bottom again. She let out a moan at the sight of it shimmying. Jesus Christ, imagine how it would shake when Caroline was fucking her. She couldn’t stand it! She’d have a heart attack if this anticipation kept up without the pleasure she knew was coming!

Caroline gently spread Max’s thick thighs, then eased her substitute cock towards where it needed to go. The blunt end touched Max’s slit, then Caroline ran it up and down, gathering the shininess of Max’s wet arousal. Max’s hips twitched. More reverberations putting a fine point on how enticing her ass was. Caroline had to force herself to hold still. As much as she wanted that cucumber inside of Max, she knew if she put it in too fast, she’d hurt her. And she loved Max too much to do that no matter how aroused she was.