Chapter 6

The full six inches sunk in without even reaching Daphne’s butthole, but Linda didn’t care about that. She must have known from before that Daphne’s ass crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man’s cock because it went in and out of Daphne’s ass slot with ease.

Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne’s panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne, butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while, Daphne was kept bent far over the table with the neck and arm brace.

She was breathing faster now, nostrils flaring in and out with the effort; a muffled stream of moans and groans pouring from the gag. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was going to get off being force-fucked in the rear end by another girl with a dildo made from part of her own panties, half of which she was still wearing! She began jerking her hips backward to meet Linda’s inward thrusts and her tits began to swell again without any help from her hands this time; erect nipples already a hard deep brown.

I had nearly forgotten about my own dick. My hand had been jerking like crazy for the past few minutes and my cock was straining to blast, painfully hard in my hand. But I couldn’t let myself go yet. Linda was picking up the pace and I wanted to be around for the finish.

Planting one of her big shoes, Linda forced Daphne to bend in at the knees. Her rump jutted out farther, giving Linda an even better angle. Her powerful hips began snapping it in. The pink rod had actually become thicker and harder, soaking up the oily secretions from Daphne’s asshole which were lubricating her butt. Whipping her thrusting hips savagely, Linda let go of the dildo and leash, her twitching victim no longer needing to be controlled, and rammed her hands down the front of Daphne’s panties.

Through the sheer material I saw Linda’s hands go down on Daphne’s mound. Cupping it from the top in one palm, she parted the engorged, brick-red outer lips with two fingers and split the gushy inner cunt lips in two with three fingers of her other hand.

Daphne nearly jumped out of her skin as Linda’s fingers went to work inside of her, but somehow she managed to maintain her position. She continued to hold her upper body over the table, bending at the waist, her face grossly stretched out toward the front by the tight blouse-choker fastened to her wrists in back.

Her tits had tightened themselves again into dull purple sausages; the nipples already beginning to leak fluid. I don’t know how she did it. Maybe she was already beginning to feel the paralysis that was coming.