Tailpipe 7

Dottie could see that, despite her dominant position over Peggy, Angie was truly too softhearted to wish any harm or discomfort on her. She wanted to love her, but not give her the sweet pain that came with true love, the most intense love. The love Dottie wished she could express to her nemesis.

But, with Peggy giving permission—with her literally begging for it—Angie’s hunger was enflamed. Dottie watched the girl lift herself over Peggy’s thrashing buttocks and slam her dildo home into that asshole. An orifice that was submitting to her as much as she was conquering it.

Dottie moaned softly: her own driving fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm the more she watched. Fire licked at her nipples while her own hand abused them. The flames scorched through the tautly muscled flesh of her trim belly—putting to shame the burn of a satisfying workout—and sent their heat into the untouched folds of her pussy.

Dottie didn’t know how it was she was compounding the atrocity of what was happening by watching it so voyeuristically, by letting it boast her masturbation to a more intense level than fantasies alone had ever brought her. But in spite of her outrage, in spite of her jealousy, she was too turned on for anything else. This wasn’t how she’d wanted to see Peggy ass-fucked… but at least she got to watch that fat ass taking the hammering she’d always wanted to see it get.

She rubbed harder at the quivering tension of her clitoris. Twisting and pinching, pulling at it just as she would service Peggy’s clit if the woman had only been smart enough to bend over for her instead of that Brooklyn twat. Dottie forced her mind past her indignation, past the urge to voice her passion and anger, taking advantage of her Red Room training in a way her handlers most certainly could never have anticipated. She kept silent out of a refusal to let the two lovers hear her—she wouldn’t let them know that she too was getting off on what they were doing.

“Fuck me, Ang!” Peggy screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEE!”

Her voice trailed off into a pitiful mewl that grated out from the back of her throat to plead with her inferior for more. More of what Dottie would’ve given her at a moment’s notice. Oh yes, if only Peggy’d had the insight to offer herself to her instead of this street trash, Dottie would fuck her for hours. Peggy would most definitely not have to beg; she wouldn’t even have the breath for it.

“You want this big cock, English?” Angie demanded, reaching under Peggy’s lean belly to grab with both hands those surpassingly soft breasts that Dottie had longed for no matter what dress or blouse Peggy covered them in. “Fuck, I wish I could come in that ass! Wish I could pump it full like a boy. You can’t know what an ass like that does to a body and I can’t show you with just a dumb hunk of rubber! Get your friend Stark on the phone and have him whip up something that’ll leave you no doubt how much I like that butt!”

Dottie was in complete agreement and jealous as she was over just who was getting to give that fine capitalist ass exactly the pounding that it deserved, she could at least take some comfort in the fact that Angie Martinelli was just as appreciative of her good fortune as she should be. And was giving Peggy an anal fuck that Dottie didn’t think she could get if she had a whole class of her Red Room sisters lined up behind her ass like railroad cars.

“Ohhhh yessss!” Peggy groaned, biting at her lower lip, grimacing patterns of pain and pleasure all across her lovely face. “Ream my bum—unnhh!—know how much you like my arse every time you steal a look at it—nnnnnn—much less with how you’re making me come, shagged rotten like the bloody town bicycle!”

Then her eyes flew open, feeling a wave of fire sweeping through her bowels. Her whole body throbbing with the start of however many orgasms Angie would inflict on her.

“Oh God, move that blooming cock!” Peggy screamed. “You think that’s all my arse can take, a bit of bloody scrimmage? Give it to me, you goddamn yank! Let me by God have it!”

Dottie knew how she felt. How many times had she had the same experience Peggy was going through? The awesome itch from being tongued and fingered anally until nothing in the world could satiate her but a deeply buried prick. A monstrously large cock rammed deep into her asshole. Then the blazing fire and stinging ice that swept through her tender flesh until they merged into an orgasm.

Yes, Dottie moaned to herself, imagining how it must feel for Peggy to have that thick slab of dildo claiming/punishing/owning her ass. She felt like cheering Angie on: Yes, Americanski, fuck that ass good. Make her come harder and harder!

And she kept watching, of course. Her knees shaking with the first pulses of her climax. She saw Angie hunch savagely against Peggy; swaying body slapping hard against the backs of Peggy’s thighs. Dottie licked her lips, feeling her body heat rise to the point that her mouth dried out. She didn’t know which she wanted more now: to be getting what Peggy was getting or to be giving to her what Angie was giving her.

Angie’s hands tore at Peggy’s plump breasts, leaving red marks where her fingernails sank into the decadently soft flesh. She got her fingers on Peggy’s stiff nipples; pulled and twisted them.

Watching avidly, touching herself as Angie was doing to her lover, Dottie felt what Peggy was feeling. Her insides churned and boiled, wanting to be filled. Her pussy itched. Her anus ached with its total emptiness. Even her mouth watered, hungry for a taste of the doubled scent of cunt that filled the room.

On and on Dottie pleasured herself, watching what had to be the two loveliest women in the world fucking each other as if they had any inkling of how lucky they were.

Angie’s body suddenly turned rigid, frozen at the pinnacle of her lust. Peggy sensed it; Dottie looked on, caught in the same paroxysm of desire, while Peggy humped furiously against the woman fucking her.

“LAWSY DAISY!” Angie roared between panting breaths. Then she was hunched forward, the ramrod staked deep into Peggy’s inwards, its hilting holding it firm while Angie rutted on the base until she brought herself off.

Dottie watched her go over the edge—watched Peggy come too, trembling as if in sync with the quivers that were delighting Angie so. Then she too was along for the ride, a jet of her cream pouring from her own slit. It soaked her hand and darkened the front of her skirt, the fabric jumping and jerking from her fingers’ insane motion.

Dottie wanted to laugh and cry with the swirl of emotions that her climax let loose, but all she could do was lie against the doorway and watch an ecstasy she couldn’t have. Shared with each other, but not with her. There was no strength in her passion-wracked body for anything else.

Peggy and Angie fell into a heap upon the thick carpeting. Dottie watched the always-swollen shaft of the dildo come wetly out of Peggy’s ass. Angie rolled onto her slide and Peggy kissed her, but only briefly.

She was in a rush down Angie’s body, kissing lovingly all the lush flesh her lips found on the way down to that thick strap-on that had just gotten them both off. Like she wanted to thank it personally for what it’d done to her.

“Really, Ang… you always leave such a mess,” Peggy sighed ironically, though she couldn’t see the indeed chaotic crater that Angie had left now that her lovemaking had finished with Peggy’s asshole.

“I know I always have a proper lady to clean up after me,” Angie joked, rolling onto her back. With the ever-stiff strap-on lancing up into the air, it seemed to be in offering to Peggy. “C’mon, English. Let’s see some of Her Majesty’s spit and polish now where it’ll do some good.”

“The things I do for proper hygiene,” Peggy murmured, her warm breath moving the silken hair of Angie’s groin.

Then her lips were a tight little O wound over the strap-on’s length the same way Angie’s poor asshole had taken the dildo. Only now, Peggy was fucking her own hole on the manufactured phallus.

Dottie made a note to herself to buy a similarly sized dildo as soon as possible and start practicing on it. If the opportunity ever came to be put in Peggy’s position, she didn’t want to gag on that blessed cock any more than Peggy was.