Tailpipe 5 (Patreon)

Angie licked her lips excitedly. “Do you like it now, English? You like being a nice little anal slut for me, getting fucked in the ass? Yeah, I can see how you love it! Goddamn getting off on it! I bet you want even more, don’t you? You want more, Peg? You wanna know you got my whole dick fucked up your ass?”

“Yes! Oh yes! Put it in me! I want it all the way… fuck all of me… fuck everything you have into me!”

Peggy made her asshole relax, forced it to take what Angie was doing to it. She reminded herself that there was nothing she had to do—nothing she could do—but lay there, holding her ass at the right angle for Angie to drive the strap-on into it.

Snorting her enjoyment, Angie rammed her dildo deep into Peggy’s hole, then whipped it back out. Just before the tip of the strap-on could clear Peggy’s anus, she reversed course and forced its entire length back in again.

Each time Angie made the trip, Peggy let out the most unladylike grunt. The walls of her rectum were pulled and massaged by the rutting motion. Then Angie plunged deep into her upturned ass. The breath shot out of Peggy’s lungs, pleasure inundating her brain. Her little anus was forced wide open and the tender space inside her filled to the brim. She took Angie’s cock as deep as it could go and she loved it.

“Fuck, Ang… you were right. I love it. I love it up the ass, taking it up the ass, God, your cock… yes, do it to me, fuck me now!” Peggy cried, squirming around, trying to push herself into Angie’s thrusts and get all of the strap-on that her lover would give her.

Enthused by her cries, Angie slammed into her, forcing Peggy’s slippery asshole wide open over the width of her strap-on. And she had to groan herself at the sight of Peggy’s anus sliding down the impressive length of the dildo, not stopping until it fastened around the base of the shaft.

She pushed harder against Peggy’s fat ass, feeling its soft warmth soak into her thighs as she rutted into Peggy’s rectum. Demanding every last inch of space between those lavish buttocks.

And much as Angie loved being buried so deep in Peggy’s cheeks, she had to see that sphincter take her dildo again and again. She pulled out almost all the way, watching as Peggy’s asshole closed around the retreating strap-on, sucking at it with a desperate need to keep some of it impaling her.

Then Angie rammed it back in, making her little pink hole submit to its phallic heft once more, moaning her enjoyment as she dug in to the depths of Peggy’s bowels. Pants of satisfaction spilled from Peggy’s lips too, sighing in joy while Angie rode her creamy ass with all the energy in her lithe body.

Angie wasn’t the well-trained powerhouse that Peggy was, but her frenzied need to fuck that yielding hole gave her more stamina than she’d ever thought possible. And from the moans that both their sweet lips voiced, it was hard to tell who got off more on the sodomy.

“I’m sure you know what nice fucking tits you’ve got, English!” Angie panted, her delirium at finally fucking Peggy—and not just Peggy, but her sweet ass—demolishing whatever inhibitions she had once had. Now she voiced what had been simmering under her girlish cheer for so long. “But you got any idea what a great ass you have back there? Those two fucking Christmas hams of yours sliding together with every step you take! FUCK! I can’t look away! I stare every time your back is turned! And I’ve been dreaming of doing this every time I touch myself! Yeah, Peg, there ain’t a bath that goes by where I’m not thinking of this moment right here and I fuck my own fingers just like you’re doin’ right now! I love being in! That! Butt!”

She grunted out the last of this, punctuated with hard thrusts into Peggy’s colon on every word. Peggy couldn’t help but gasp at each impalement her asshole received. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before, having Angie’s cock pistoning in and out of her receptive hole.

With the painful intensity of each deep, powerful stroke, Peggy instinctively tensed up—had to force herself to relax her muscles and allow Angie to slip back out of her, thrust in again. Not that she felt she was ‘allowing’ Angie to do anything. The thrusting forced her anus wide open just as it pumped grunt after grunt from Peggy’s throat.

Peggy felt an insatiable need for a measure of control. She knew Angie couldn’t resist hilting her… The next time Angie slabbed her dildo deep and hard into Peggy’s depths, the Englishwoman tensed up her anal muscles, clasping Angie’s strap-on like a vise. Angie slid out of her anyway, but Peggy still felt as though she were doing something, fucking Angie a little as Angie fucked her.

She kept her asshole tight as Angie fucked back in all the way, feeling every millimeter of synthetic cock that pulsed its way into her throbbing anus. Before she knew what was happening, Peggy was trembling herself. Her body shuddered with sudden orgasm—coming from being sodomized like some deviant.

Peggy had found being ass-fucked enjoyable, but she’d had no idea, no notion that she could climax from it. She instantly wanted more. More Angie, more sodomy, more of getting off. As fond as she was of the other woman, Peggy’d had no idea she could become addicted to her.

Her fingers danced at her clit. She rubbed it, then circled it with her hands, then pinched it and pulled on it. The sensation was almost overwhelming. Peggy left her clit sparking with energy and slid her hands down to her sex, slipping over the slick lips, then fingering herself. Her wet pussy took three fingers like it’d been begging for them.

She reamed her cunt and tickled her clit, her anus clenching and tightening on Angie’s strap-on. Peggy felt it working—the ecstasy that the sodomy had instilled in her going into overdrive.

Her toes wiggled. Her legs shook. Her muscles tensed. She felt the pleasure slithering through her, clit swelling, asshole sucking, all of her at a plateau of sensation and emotion that took over her entire consciousness. It was too much even for Peggy to take. Shaking from head to toe, she exploded in an absolutely shattering climax.

“MMMMMPHH! Oh God… oh bloody hell! I’m coming! Fuck me, Angie, oh! Ohh! Harder, faster! I want it—nnngh—I want it deep! Deep in my ass! Shit, shit, coming so hard from--! Oh! From what you’re doing to me! Fucking my ass! Making me come! Oh, oh, cheeky bugger! Hhn! Couldn’t just fuck my bum! Had to—gg!—fucking—make me—uuhhh! Don’t stop, you wanker, don’t stop!” Peggy shrieked, quaking violently.

Pleasure greater than her body had ever known washed over her, shaking her harder and harder until Peggy didn’t know how she wasn’t flying apart. Her pale skin flushed red. Her toes curled into tight balls. Her feet kicked up against the roof of the cab, trying by percussion to urge Angie into fucking her even harder.

Peggy’s hand rubbed madly at her clit, trying to match the delight Angie was overwhelming her with, play some part in her own rapture. Her pussy spasmed and spurted her cream onto her thighs, running down her buttocks, washing over Angie’s pistoning strap-on. Her asshole tightened and released, tightened and released, as if the convulsions shaking Peggy’s curvaceous body were merely her way of trying to milk Angie’s dildo.

Perhaps it worked; Angie kept ass-fucking Peggy as she came, giving it to her even harder now that Peggy had been brought to climax. Angie seemed to be trying to ruin Peggy’s asshole, thrusting into it hard, fast, and as deep as she could go. Even while venting her lust, Angie listened closely to Peggy’s orgasmic moans, mixing with the slap of their bodies meeting.

She listened even harder to how Peggy moaned as the strap-on came out of her defeated ass, even with some relief mingled in Peggy’s disappointment.

While the Englishwoman lay there, trying to catch her breath, Angie circled around to the other side of the cab and opened the door. With Peggy sprawled across the backseat, her lolling head was right at level with Angie’s hips. Angie offered her the still-warm strap-on that had just left her ass.

“Suck it, Peg. Use your mouth and clean this dick for me,” Angie commanded imperiously, summoning every iota of her acting talent to be firm and strident.

She knew this was what Peggy wanted—to let go of her responsibilities for once and allow herself to be ordered about like a submissive slip of a girl that she never got to be—but it still rattled Angie’s knees to imagine she might offend Peggy and accidentally drive her off, just when everything was going so right. But she had to trust her instincts; that’s what method acting was all about. And right now, she was being Peggy’s dream guy, even if she needed a leather harness and a surprisingly expensive length of rubber to play the part.

Still gasping for breath, Peggy turned over onto her belly. Right-side-up, she looked at the strap-on that had just been inside her. It smelled of her body, mingled with the sweat Angie had shed as she fucked her so hard. It wasn’t a pleasant smell, but it wafted into Peggy’s nostrils and took over her senses. Though her conscious mind screamed protest at the idea of allowing something so filthy into her mouth, some overpowering instinct said she must.

Peggy took it into her mouth. The acrid flavor scorched her taste buds, but she liked it—the body warmth that had been up her ass now transitioning between her lips, between her cheeks. More eagerly, she sucked at Angie’s cock. The taste of it revived the arousal that had just made her come.

She fondled Angie’s trim thighs while she cleaned off the dildo she wore. When there was nothing to taste but the waxen material of the strap-on itself, Peggy pulled her mouth off the thing and looked up at Angie. In her eyes, she saw someone finally telling her that she was good enough. That she was perfect, in fact, perfect just as she was.

“I’m gonna take care of you from now on,” Angie said, petting Peggy’s hair. “I know you need to beat up Commies and spy on spies, but while you’re saving the world, I’ll be saving you. I’m gonna give you everything you need, whether it’s a warm meal or the other side of my bed or a cock up your ass. You’re gonna get it when I see you need it and you’d better believe me when I think you need it, because that’s when you’re getting it, capiche?”

“Capiche,” Peggy agreed, turning Angie’s gutter Italian into a pristinely articulated, British-accented word that was nearly indecipherable.

“Good girl,” Angie praised her, patting her on the head. “Now you drive us back home, because I’m gonna make sure you get a good night’s sleep if I have to cuddle you all night. And then I’m cooking ya a proper Sicilian breakfast, because there’s no way I’m letting you work yourself to the bone and lose that fat ass. All those curves of yours are staying right where they are, sister, and you can take that to the bank.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Peggy cooed laconically. “Perhaps you should drive, since you’re being so masterful.”

“Nuh-uh.” Angie hauled herself into the cab’s backseat so fast Peggy had to yank herself out of the way to keep from being crushed under Angie’s own rump. “I hate driving. And in the city? Forget about it. You do it.”

“I’m happy to retain some autonomy under your leadership,” Peggy teased.

“Oh no, I’ll be telling you exactly what turns to make. You’re my chauffeur, English, and don’t you forget it!”

“I started the day as a cabbie,” Peggy mused. “To think, a promotion already.”

Angie beamed proudly. “That’s what you get for sleeping with the boss, toots.”