Swap mates

CHAPTER TEN

They had barely gotten into the bedroom when Margie started to protest. She didn't want her cunt eaten anymore. Jodie had already done that. Now she wanted some cock. Watching Elsie fuck all three of the men had turned her on again.

But Jodie looked so forlorn, so pathetic, that Margie had decided to humor her. "What do you want to do, honey?"

"Darling," Jodie said, "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so good that you'll never want another man. I want to make love to you the way that none of those guys out there ever could."

"Jodie…"

"Shhhhh."

Jodie took a huge rubber dildo from her bag and strapped it around her waist. It was a good three inches longer than Jeff's cock and a little bigger around.

"Jesus," Margie gasped, intrigued by the huge instrument.

Jodie giggled. "I save this for my special girl friends. Spread your legs, Margie honey! Take my cock! I'll be the man, you be the woman… and let's fuck!"

Jodie knelt between Margie's legs. The blonde didn't try to stop her. The thought of having the huge prick up her cunt had started a river of juices flowing from her vaginal walls.

The huge, black instrument, dangling between Jodie's legs looked lewd and obscene. That made it all the more attractive.

As the girl lifted the bulbous head of the phony cock into position at the entrance to Margie's gaping pussy, she spoke again. Her voice had changed. It lost all traces of softness. It took on the harsh, rasping tones of a she-demon.

"All right, you cunt… you cock hungry, man-loving cunt…"

"Jodie, what the…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jodie hissed. "Take it. Take it, Margie, you dirty bitch! Take my cock and put it in your filthy hole!"

Margie protested but there was a hate, a look of demonic glee in the girl's eyes that seemed to hypnotize her. She grasped the thick rubber prick banging between Jodie's legs. It was positioned there so perfectly, so expertly, that it seemed to spring from the girl's loins as naturally as the real cock of a man.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, bitch?" Jodie shouted.

"Nothing… I…"

"Shut up. Put it in, damnit! You want cock… all right, you cock-fucker, you got it. I'll give you cock."

"Put it in! I'll tear up your pussy with my cock!"

Again Margie grasped the rubber hunk of meat in her hands. It felt almost real. It felt as if it were coming alive under her touch. Then she was guiding it cautiously toward the narrow, hair-lined slit of her wet pussy.

Jodie smiled evilly down at her. She could see that Margie's face, as the head of the prick-split her cuntal lips, changed from an expression of fear and loathing to one of anticipation and excitement.

"That's better, bitch. You'll see how good a fucker I am, Margie. Put it in you, baby!"

With help from Jodie's hips, Margie probed gently at the coral flesh of her cuntal lips, teased them open, ran the dildo up and down over the soft, quivering surface. When at last she found the moist little orifice there between her thighs, she paused, the tip of the phony cock poised, pointed directly at the pinkly glistening hole. And then, with a sigh and a little cry of pleasure-pain, she slipped it through the tight opening.

The hands of both girls had now encompassed the thick length of life-like rubber, and they watched it case into Margie's moist cuntal passage, pushing it in slowly, but ever deeper inside her. She began to mewl with joy as it scraped against the sensitive inner walls of her cunt, pushing the soft, pulsing folds of flesh before it. Her face was filled with an expression of lust-contorted passion.

Above her, Jodie began to fuck in and out, withdrawing the artificial prick almost to the tip, then thrusting it forward, almost to the hilt, while Margie writhed ecstatically beneath her. "What am I doing to you, honey?" she drawled. "Tell me what I'm doing… go on, honey, tell me!"

Margie hesitated a moment, and then she answered falteringly. "You're… you're making love to me."

"No, honey. Tell me! Tell me! You know the words, tell me. I want to hear them!"

Again there was a moment of hesitation, and this time, when she spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "You… you're… fucking me."

"That's right, honey, I'm fucking you. When two women are together, tit to tit, and curt to cunt… that's making love. But when a cock is involved… when a cock rips up your woman hole, that's fucking… lewd, dirty, obscene fucking!"

"No… noooooo!"

"Yes, you bitch! I'm not making love to you… I'm fucking you. Where am I fucking you, Margie?"

"In my cunt."

"That's right. I'm violating your cunt with my cock!" Jodie was shrieking now, like an insane woman. Her face was a grotesque mask of pained honor. "You like cock, don't you, you bitch?"

"Yes… yes."

"But you like this better, don't you…much better!"

Margie was hearing the rantings through her fogged brain, but what Jodie was saying was making very little sense. Margie was, as always, losing herself in the tingling bliss of a full pussy.

She spread her legs wider and lay back, relaxing, into the soft bed. An expression of sheer bliss, of pure ecstasy, floated across her face. She was blocking Jodie out completely.

"Tell me, Dammit!" Jodie screeched. "Tell me you like this better!"

"Whatever you say, Jodie. I like this best." Jodie fucked in and out with a will now, as if the huge, phony cock were indeed an actual appendage to her own body. She drove downward, the thick, hard, rubber dildo spearing deep into Margie's velvety passage. Perspiration dripped from the nipples of her titties to fall in droplets on Margie's vibrating, lust-swollen globes.

"Yes," Margie screamed. "YES! Whoever you are… whatever you are… fuck me…fuck meeeeeee!"

Suddenly she wrapped her legs around Jodie's hips. She struggled desperately to absorb the whole rigid length of molded rubber into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. She slithered up and down its full length now, as her softly flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the long, smooth pole.

There was a loud exclamation from somewhere near the door, but neither of the two girls heard it. It was drowned out by the loud, ecstatic cried echoing from Margie's straining throat.

"Aaaaaaaggggg…ohhhhh…I'm coming… I'm cominnnnnnng… I'm cooommmmminnnnngggg!"

Elsie stood at the door with a glass in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. Her eyes were like two burning coals of lust as she watched the torrid fuck-scene on the bed.

She watched, spellbound, as Margie's hips lurched up to meet the onslaught of the impaling rubber dick attached around Jodie's hips and thighs.

As the crescendo of Margie's come reached it peak, Jodie continued to thrust the black dick deep into her writhing belly. The blonde went wild. She writhed insanely, impaled on the obscene, lewd instrument that plunged in and out of her sucking cunt.

She screamed again, and her wail split the air. And then it was over. Margie was taut and tense as she crawled from beneath Jodie's body and slithered off the bed.

"Margie… wait… I'll eat you now… I'll make love to you."

"No thanks," Margie said over her shoulder as she headed for the dear. "I want some of the real thing now."

"Margie," Jodie wailed. "Don't go… I love you!" Tears were streaming down her face. "I want to make love to you."

At the door, Margie turned and looked back at the forlorn figure on the bed. A strange smile crossed her lips. "You just showed something to me, Joe… proved it to me, if you will. Love is dead… there is no such thing for us, our kind, anymore."

"But there is… there is!" the young girl pleaded.

"There, isn't," Margie said, and turned to Elsie. "Are you in love, Elsie?"

"Sure," the big girl laughed. "I'm in love with fucking. Always have been."

"See, Jodie… you're in love with love. We dock tomorrow. You'd better pack and get off before all this fucking drives you nuts. C'mon, Elsie… let's go see if we can find a hard-on. I wanna get laid."

In the living room, with soft whimpering from Jodie still echoing in their ears, Elsie shook her head in perplexity. "God, she's really a weirdo, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Margie replied. "Really sick. Being like her just isn't healthy."

"Or normal. Hey look, the redhead's passed out."

"But Jeff's still got a hard-on," Margie said.

"Now that's healthy!"

"And normal," Margie said. "C'mon… let's both fuck him at once."