“You’re a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Little? Dude, look at me. I’ve got the tits to be Dolly Parton’s long-lost daughter. And bitch is putting it lightly. I’m a total C-word. If you don’t make me come, I’m probably going to steal one of your kidneys.”
“You’d be worth it,” Hagen said.
“Don’t sweet-talk me, babe, this tape is video evidence of how much rizz can get me into bed.”
Hagen wore a twisted smile on his handsome face as he edged closer to Max. There was nothing more he wanted to say. His hands spoke for him, reaching under the hills of Max's bust and slowly rising up to encompass as much of the bounding curves as he could. Eagerly his fingers made their way into the softness that filled them.
Max sighed richly, her eyelids lowering as she surrendered to however he wanted to touch her. Heat welled deep inside her swelling breasts, kindled by his fingers squeezing far into their heft. They seemed to burgeon with more and more need, drowning Hagen's touch in flesh that needed it. He put his mouth to sating her, his laving tongue and kissing lips feeding the appetite that his hands whetted. Max looked like the centerpiece of an orgy–fucked by Hagen's mouth, his kisses, his fingers, everything he did to her.
Caroline watched Max undulate with an eroticism she'd never seen in her before. Or never acknowledged. Never let herself imagine how Max would sound with her moaning voice crooning out how she felt, how deep her satisfaction ran. With one nipple trapped in Hagen's mouth, he had a hand free to drift down her trembling belly, down to her yearning cunt, spurred on by how Max's moans grew in volume.
Caroline knew how Max felt, was urging Hagen on as much as the woman in the video. Her own hand rolled down to the knoll of her fluttering sex as if showing the man what to do.
But Hagen ignored both their desires. He teased his fingers in the thatch of Max's pubic hair, almost at her clit, but Caroline could tell he was far from where Max's need resided. He pressed and stroked, cajoling a flood of Max's lust from deep inside her. Max's trilling enjoyment reached a fever pitch, her pelvis stuttering up and down.
When one of Hagen's fingers finally insinuated itself between Max's pouting cuntlips, Caroline almost gasped herself. She could see it going deep, seeking out all the pleasures locked inside Max. He petted and caressed her interior, all the places his cock would fill, pleasing her throbbing walls even as he made her need even more. He drew his touch away from her and pumped it back inside, making sure she needed more even as he gave her what she wanted.
“Don't fuck me with your finger, man! Just fuck me!”
Caroline found herself nodding, a little “uh-huh” filling her throat no matter how many times she uttered it. She vibrated when Max pulled at Hagen's stiffness, beckoning him to her anew. He went to her, sliding between her open thighs and settling on the voluptuous cushion of her body.
His weight forced her down onto the mattress. Caroline suddenly felt airy, awfully unbound, when all she wanted was the pressure of a man on top of her, opening her up so that her legs parted and her insides accepted the rigid offering of a phallus.
Max was getting the meal Caroline was starving for. Her hand guided Hagen to where she was parted, waiting for him. A quick thrust of his hips brought him inside her like he was as desperate to be surrounded by her as Max was to center around him.
“You lucky bitch,” Caroline heard herself mutter.
In he went, instantly addicted to her massaging liquid warmth and taking as much of it as he could. Max clenched all around him, relishing having so much inside her, going from being hatefully empty to being so, so full.
Her hands crawled up his back, feeling him as an extension of the young, taut musculature that had gone so deep inside her. Caroline could see her expression awash in gratification, everything in Max delighting in the strength that was brought to bear on her.
Her body responded to the mere presence of it. Hips thrusting up to him and being hammered down to accept every inch of his deeply grinding pumps. She had to take all of it; he made sure she received every inch of the fucking she had longed for. He plowed his hips between hers, jamming into her until she could take no more.
Hagen went harder and harder into the worshipful openness of her body. Max cried out in mad ecstasy and want for more, pleading with him to fuck her harder even when she was clearly going insane with what she was getting.
Caroline actually felt ashamed of her, embarrassed for her. How could Max be such a slut? But she wanted him to fuck Max harder too. His ass, glutes hard as boulders, set a pistoning rhythm that had to be enough to satiate anyone other than Max.
She was impaled, fully opened by Hagen's prick, and there was no hiding it. What she hid was what a whore she was. Despite knowing her for so long, Caroline had had no idea how much she loved cock. She existed for it and nothing else. She was his, all of her body given over to what he wanted of her, willing to be totally used up if it meant satisfying him and herself. She couldn't possibly be fucked enough. She couldn't be enough of a cockholster.
He went harder and harder, now in disbelief at how much she could take, the fucking she was asking for. She spread her thighs and took him. All he had to give. Her cunt throbbed. Her body ached. All of her seemed nothing more than this feeling of unending rutting, in and out, in and out, taking her to the edge of orgasm and pushing her closer, closer, until it was like one continuous climax, like she was coming already except that somehow her pleasure grew, became more absolute. Always seeming like there was no way her rapture could be more intense, until he fucked her some more and she managed to enjoy it that much more.
Come, Caroline willed her, come, you have to come, no one could enjoy being fucked this much, this long. Just shitting come already… I have to know what it looks like when you…
The screen died, replaced with a crossed out battery icon and the reflection of Caroline in the dark reflection.
Caroline stared at herself, her skin flushing with guilt. Her left hand was down between her legs, her fingers gilded with the molten wetness of her sex. Even as she took her hand away, she felt a delighted quiver of coitus, a quivering shadow of what Max had enjoyed.
I want that? No! I don't want Max and I don't want to be fucked like Max. I just want…
No explanation came to mind for the lust rushing through her body. The thought of Max refused to leave her. She wanted that glazed look in Max's eyes, the lips moving ceaselessly with greedy enjoyment of being fucked. Wanted Max to feel her slight weight on top of her, holding her down every bit as much as Hagen had, and to hear Max begging her as she had him. To be in possession of her, able to decide if Max would get what she wanted or had to beg more, and more and more and more. Beg because Caroline was the only one who could give her what she wanted.
I want to be what she wants, Caroline realized. I want to be everything she wants.
She fiddled with the camera until she got it to play the video again, from the beginning. And as it played, she thought of Max’s body. She thought about every single inch that the screen showed her. Did she really want to touch all that supple flesh? Those enormous breasts? Those impertinent lips, what would she let them touch on her? Her own mouth? Her nipples? Lower, her taut belly with its little abs, that Max always teased her about in her loving way: Damn, Caroline, if you wear that crop top any longer, you’re going to have me humping my pillow tonight. And I just put all my bed shit through the wash!
Caroline touched herself, her body taking over as her mind continued its neurotic spiral. She didn’t care to control her thoughts; whatever she thought, she thought. Just so long as she came.