2 Broke Girls On Film 4 (Patreon)

“Fuck, I don’t know what you’ve got there,” Max muttered, “but there’d better be more of it! I want you fucking me all the way to my womb!”

“Max, shut up. If you tempt me, I’ll push it in so deep that it’ll come out your mouth!”

Max purred, “You can feel free to put it in my mouth from whichever end you want.”

“Jesus!” Caroline was almost beside herself at Max’s horniness. “I’m really going to ruin you, Max! I mean it, I’m going to break your pussy!”

“Do it, rich girl! You should fuck pretty good when you’re used to buying new ones, right?”

Thinking once more of how Hagen had rampaged his way to Max’s cervix, Caroline assured herself there was no way she could overdo it—not Caroline Channing of the slender, stick-like body. And not to Max Black with the most robust set of curves since the hills of San Francisco.

“I don’t need to buy you, slut! Whore pussy like yours is just mine!”

With a jerk of her wrist, Caroline forced several inches of cucumber through Max’s labia and inside her womanhood. Max’s hips surged in reply, pumping and jerking so hard that Caroline put her other hand on Max’s waist to hold her steady. Shame: she’d really wanted a hand between her own legs to do something about all the flaring sensation she felt down there.

“Holy shit, what is that?” Max gasped. “Feels as thick around as your wrist, except that’s not saying much, Anorexia Barbie…”

“Give it a look, bitch. I saw what you did with Hagen! I know this is what you fucking like!”

Max looked and her eyes stretched into saucers. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Half a cucumber shoved inside her pussy, with the other half curving out of her like she’d grown a tail.

“Goddamn, Channing, I know I’m a dirty girl, but if you’re thinking the same thing that I’m thinking…”

“Oh, I am,” Caroline chuckled. “You corrupted me. Although I don’t think there was ever a time I would’ve said no to that sweet ass, if I’d had any idea it was mine to play with.”

“Jesus, how else could I have shown you? Was the only sticking point really that you had to top? Because fuck, as long as you get me off—”

“I’m getting you off,” Caroline promised. “It’s just a question of whether you’ll be able to walk straight afterward.”

Max shut her eyes. “Fuck, Caroline, this new dom shit is doing things to my poor ass. My Marxist friends would be so disappointed in me. I’m getting ridden by someone who owned a pony!”

“But we’re both getting fucked,” Caroline pointed out. “And we’re sharing community property, too.”

She sidled up to Max’s upthrust ass, aiming her own pussy at the cucumber jutting out of Max’s. Forward she pushed, her aim proving perfect. The untouched half of the cucumber touched her dripping labia lips and slid into her—Max’s eyes widening as the entry made it surge inside her own sex.

Now Caroline was kneeling behind Max, her hips wedged against the other woman’s ass. Doggy style, the two roommates rolled their hips in sensual rhythm, Max’s movements quickly suborned to Caroline’s strong thrusts. The cucumber rushed back and forth in their accepting cunts. Max could only shudder as Caroline put all of her lust into railing her.

“We’re fucking, Caroline! We’re finally fucking fucking!” Max moaned ecstatically. “Oh God, I don’t even care how cliché it is! Everyone fucking called it and I still love it! No one’s ever fucked me like this!”

“I’ve been thinking about it so hard I wouldn’t even let myself admit I was thinking about it!” Caroline groaned, every pump she made into Max’s hips bringing back a memory of how close she was to Max, how she fixated on her body, on how it was like she had to spend every waking moment around the buxom woman… to get all she could of her best friend’s company.

And always it had been a poor substitute for this! The togetherness she really wanted!

Caroline grabbed hold of Max’s none-too-slender waist and pumped and pounded and gave herself as hard as she could to that supple ass that softened their collisions. The cucumber stuffed between them was working its magic. Max pushed back, trying to get even more of it, and in her own small way to give Caroline some pleasure as she was rutted.

“Shit, Caroline, I didn’t know you had it in you!” she groaned submissively. “You’ve got me! You’ve got me! You’re taking everything you want! All I can do is relax and enjoy it!”

“That’s what I want!” Caroline grunted. “Just keep that ass in the air and take it! I want you to come! You’re going to come like you did for that man, only he isn’t here! It’s me! I’m fucking you! I’m the one giving it to Max Black tonight!”

She wanted her hands all over Max: to be stroking her hair, feeling along the curve of her sweat-slick back, groping her plump breasts. But most of all she wanted to be fucking Max, so she kept her hands sunk into the softness of Max’s midsection, making sure Max couldn’t go anywhere as her hips thrust and thrust and thrust in a mad masturbatory frenzy. It was like she was trying to give herself the biggest orgasm of all time, only she wasn’t. She was fucking Max. She was finally fucking her roommate!

“Play with my clit!” Max gasped. “Please, please, touch my clit! I need to come—need to come for you—come like your dirty sexy bitch!”

Panting, just about baying, Caroline reached down between them and found Max’s clit with her fingers. It felt so good to pleasure Max that way that it was like she was touching herself.

“It feels like I’m sinking… sucked down into quicksand,” Max said. “Can’t keep from going lower and lower.”

“Just do it, baby,” Caroline cooed. “Go under. Let yourself come for me, because I’ll just keep fucking you until I’ve made that beautiful body come!”

Max gurgled deep in her throat and smashed her fists down on the mattress. Her ass quaked, throwing off a few beads from the sheen of sweat that covered her voluptuous body. Caroline was pistoning into her so hard that most of the cucumber flew into her pussy.

“AHHH!” Max cried with an orgiastic spasm. “Fuck! Fuck! I didn’t know! I didn’t know you could get me off this hard! Thank you, Caroline, thank you!”

“Just stay right there! I need to fuck myself on you! I’m almost there!” Caroline wheezed.

She reached between Max’s quaking buttocks and thumbed her tight asshole. Max jumped off the bed, really jamming the cucumber up into Caroline’s sex. And she did it again, and again, anxious to make Caroline come and to fuck herself some more. She ground her ass into Caroline’s groin like a lapdancer, getting all she could of the cucumber they were sharing, until Caroline came. Gasping and groaning and bending over Max’s jutting ass, Caroline enjoyed her orgasm knowing she’d given Max the same shattering climax she was feeling.

Then, their bodies locked together and the cucumber vibrating with the spasms of their orgasmic cunts, they went at each other again. They took turns on top, Max sometimes riding Caroline like a cowgirl, sometimes being twisted onto her belly and taking Caroline’s thrusts as the blonde rode for another burst of ecstasy.

Their enjoyment was too feverish for them to be careful any longer. And the bed was not so big. And the cucumber wasn’t so strong. One too many wrestled reversals and they two rolled past the mattress and out onto the floor. When they hit, the overworked cucumber broke between them. They looked down to see the split halves falling from their cunts in a pathetic parody of the potent erection they’d once stimulated.

Max got comfortable, lying against Caroline as a cushion. “I guess we got our money’s worth out of that cucumber.”

Caroline put a hand on her, to get a feel of her lover so long as she was fucked out and not moving and Caroline had the sense she could touch her as much as she wanted. “And it’s probably still edible…”

“You’d know,” Max said, thumping her head on Caroline’s midsection. “You’re the most edible woman I know.”

“With the smallest bed,” Caroline laughed. Then sighed. “I wish I could buy you a real double dildo. And a new bed. A really big bed.”

“Caroline, I’ve fucked in a subway car with a sleeping hobo in it. As long as you make me come like that, you can fuck me wherever you want and with anything you want.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t moving at all, he might’ve died.”

“About the sex!” Caroline corrected her.

“Yeah. Fuck. After all that, you think I joke around about what a slut I am?”

“Because there’s some summer sausage in the fridge and we also have that shag carpet.”

“The summer sausage cost twenty bucks. We can’t waste it.”

“I’ll eat it if you will.”

“I will.”

“Good, but I also want to put something in your ass.”

“Damn, you take that ‘wherever you want’ shit literal.”

“I had a neighbor once who grew zucchini. He said so much grew that he was giving it away.”

Max nodded. “We could use some for baking… use some for anal… save a lot of money on sex toys… damn, Caroline, five minutes being lesbians together and now we’ve started a garden!”