Chapter 11

Marsha Stewart took the dildo out of her bedroom dresser and strapped it onto her crotch. Carole Harris lay on the bed, waiting for her to put it on so that they could screw. Marsha had been unusually excited tonight as she fastened the dildo, her eyes glued sensuously to Carole's white, naked body.

"Tonight, I'm going to use the thirteen-inch one, baby," she told Carole, "and I'm gonna shove it all the way up your pussy!"

Carole looked bored, lying on the bed. Any other time Marsha would make this announcement, Carole would be leaking of a vast supply of cunt juice. But tonight she didn't seem that interested and was a bit reuctant to let Marsha have her way.

Marsha walked over to the bed with the huge dildo sticking from her hairy snatch. "Okay, honey, spread your beaver, I'm gonna send this motherfucker clear up your GRAND CANAL!"

"I ... I don't feel like it, Marsha," Carole told her, turning away.

Marsha's face darkened. "What? I don't understand. You love getting banged with the dildo. And especially this one."

"Not ... not tonight," Carole sighed.

"Oh, no, you don't," Marsha growled. "I've waited all day to fuck you with this. You're not going to stop me now!"

She grasped both of Carole's ankles and riped them open. Carole tried moving away from her, but Marsha sunk to her knees, getting closer to her cooze. The long dildo stuck out angrily at Carole.

"I'm gonna nail your slot with this, baby!" Marsha said. "I'll stick it in dry if I have to!"

"No you won't!" Carole countered. "I won't let you!"

"Oh, yeah?" Marsha gave her a half-laugh. She seized Carole's thighs and pried them open, then took the dildo with one hand and pointed the tip of it to Carole's furry cunt-lips. Carole struggled beneath her, trying to shove the dildo away from her. Marsha held her hand back, then lunged forward. The dildo sunk into Carole's gash in one push.

"NOOO!" Carole screamed, but it was too late. The dildo rammed forward, sinking slowly into her box. "No, Marsha! Ugghh!"

"Tough shit, honey," Marsha gloated. "I've been hurting to ball you with this thing all day." She rammed the monstrous dildo into her twat, hammering in all of the thirteen inches, working them into her hairy cunt.

"You BITCH!" Carole moaned, powerless as she was fed the long rubber dildo. "It hurts! Uhh!"

"You need this, baby!" Marsha told her, pumping the dildo into Carole's cunt. "You need this to quiet you down. You've had a bug up your ass all day. This will calm you down."

Carole tried pushing Marsha off her, but the dildo was shoved too deep into her minge for her to stop her. She lay beneath Marsha, letting her fuck her with the dildo. Goddamn that bitch! No consideration! She wasn't even wet and here she goes shoving that thing into her cunt like it was a candy bar.

Carole gritted her teeth. "You miserable little cunt!" she hissed. "You're just trying to get even with me for yesterday!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby," Marsha grinned, pounding the dildo into her hole roughly. The straps of the dildo were pressing hard against Marsha's pussy, covering some of her hairy nest. Marsha was getting so horny from fucking Carole that she was dripping fuck-juice onto the straps.

"You know ... uhhh...." she moaned from the pain Marsha was causing. " ... about Steve. You're so goddamn jealous all the time...."

"I have a right to be!" Marsha sneered. "I don't like anybody messing around with my broad!"

"I'm not your broad!" Carole snapped, her head rolling from side to side to escape the hard, thick thing ripping her insides out. "For crissakes, pull that cock-sucking thing out of me!"

"Why, Carole, don't you like it?" Marsha laughed, this time leaning on it especially hard so that it would poke at the walls inside of Carole's cunt. "I'm not hurting that little pussy of yours, am I?"

"You're gonna ruin my kidneys with that thing!" Carole warned her.

"I'm sure you never worry about that when Steven Hayes shoves his big dick into you!"

That did it! She was asking for it! "No, because he gets my hole so wet, it doesn't hurt!"

Marsha stopped pumping for a minute. "You don't mean that, baby. You don't mean that."

"Goddamn right I do!" she hissed.

Marsha pulled the dildo out of Carole's gash. She stared at her for a minute, then slapped her. "You filthy little SLUT! I knew it!"

Carole stroked the part of her face where Marsha slapped her. "You'll be sorry you did that!"

"Not half as sorry as you're gonna be for banging Steven Hayes!" Marsha roared. "You've got your FUCKING nerve!"

Carole hopped off Marsha's bed and reached for her pants suit. "I've had enough of this. I'm going home!"

"So who's stopping you?" Marsha yelled. "You probably have Steven Hayes in your bed, waiting for you to come home. Don't keep him waiting, Carole. I don't know if he can keep it hard that long."

"You bet he can!" Carole gloated, slamming the door.

Marsha stared out at blank space, shaking, trembling. It was true, it was ture. She was really balling the MOTHERFUCKER! Well, if Steven Hayes thought he was going to take Carole away from her, he had another thing coming. She'd fix his ass, but good.

One thing was for damn sure, nobody got away without getting their just desserts, and Marsha would make sure Steven had SECONDS!

Seething with anger, she plotted.