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It was going to be another lovely ritual for both of them, but Sheena especially would enjoy it. She relished in her freedom, moving her hips so feverishly, the rest of her body bursting with motion barely contained in the pumping and swaying that would best pleasure them both. She was all womanly energy and the need for sex.

She squeezed the stone cock nestled in her lap, loving the feel of its cold solidity, now smooth and shimmery, growing warm with her flowing juices. She pressed it firmly against her mons, winding up and down against it, feeling its chill penetrate into her and coax more juices from her thrilled folds.

It was almost as good like this as when it was inside her. Poor dumb animals had to rut, but Sheena was a woman, and smart enough to know how good it felt being on top like this. With the freedom to move her hands just the way she wanted, to give her pussy as much as it needed, to be fucked inside or outside or wherever she wanted at that exact moment.

She liked the riding, of course—the hard fast roughness that was guaranteed to get her off. But it was so delicious to have such power just stroking her where she was sensitive, oh-so-gentle, but still being felt oh so much. Her clit was so filled with nerves that it took almost no touching at all to have her feeling like a raging river, barely keeping from overflowing its banks…

***

Lara felt the familiar warmth spreading from her cunt, but knew it wouldn’t be enough. She had to have more. Her fingers wouldn’t cut it. She was constitutionally greedy, insatiable when it came to sex, and if she couldn’t get a nice hard cock—even a stone one—then she would just have to improvise.

Quickly unzipping her shorts—heedless of the noise slipping out into the open—she dropped them down her thighs and pushed her panties down as well. Then she picked up one of her USPs, emptied it of its clip and the round in chamber, and pushed the barrel past her labia lips and into her sex.

“That’s more like it,” Lara remarked, quietly and huskily, forgetting that Sheena might overhear—not that the blonde was in any state to notice anything Lara might do.

Lara brought her other hand up to her breasts and massaged them in slow, circular movements—as if to be genteel enough with her caresses to make up for the crude thing she was doing between her legs.

She pulled on each nipple in turn and kneaded the weighty hills until the nipples hurt, just enough to tease, staying inside the torturous confines of blue fabric. Gripping the pistol between her thighs, Lara used both hands to lift her tanktop up until it was comfortably perched over her breasts. Freed of constriction, a rosy glow of enjoyment began to circulate through her chest and outward. She rubbed her breasts harder; her breath came in short gasps.

Sheena was still gyrating on Rocky. Lara watched expectantly. She didn’t want to miss the blonde’s orgasm; it’d be like being denied her own.

Finally, she saw Sheena’s back stiffen and her thighs tense, shuddering with mighty quakes that jiggled all her provocative body, and Lara knew Sheena had gotten off hard.

She wondered if Rocky had gotten off too—what a waste that would be, with him not even inside her—and then Lara remembered Rocky was a simple statue. However much pleasure he was giving Sheena, it wasn’t like he was alive.

Sheena suddenly grabbed hold of Rocky, right where it mattered. Lara’s eyes strained for a closer look from the limited vantage point her hiding place offered her. Her masturbation came to a stop; her body cried out for the self-stimulation to continue, but right now, she could only focus on Sheena. Slipping the stony phallus into her quivering pussy and smoothly taking it inside her folds. Once the tip was inside her, Sheena stopped, seeming to savor having it in her… or perhaps deciding whether or not to keep going.

Lara’s breath stopped. She had to see what the blonde did—whether she went through with it.

Then, in a long, silken glide… Rocky was inside her.

It was such a sensuous, artistic swallow of unbelievable mass that Lara couldn’t help but admire Sheena. The woman was a virtuoso! Even with a stone dick, she still timed everything just right, worked her body to give all the little subtle powers that could turn satisfying sex into a masterful orgasm.

Without even realizing it, Lara had started fucking herself again when Sheena was entered. She only really became aware of it when a moan started out of her and she had to lock her teeth shut to kill it. She needed what Sheena was getting—needed a real hard fuck of her own.

She picked up her other pistol. For a moment, she considered just shoving it into herself, a double penetration… it would be about on par with what Sheena was taking… and she damn sure wouldn’t stop using her other hand to unload it.

But all she really needed to do was thumb the release and the clip fell out. Next she bit down on the slide and worked it back and forth, ejecting the single round left in the chamber. Her adrenaline was flowing now, hurrying her along: ironically, it was much the same rush she would feel loading her guns to go into combat.

Kneeling now, Lara quickly spat on the gunbarrel, then dropped it down between her buttocks and worked the muzzle against the tight sphincter of her asshole. Heat beat down on her body with a visceral rhythm, like Sheena was a vibrant sun and the Englishwoman was staked out nude to receive her harsh light. She was burning up, but she didn’t want to be cool—she wanted to make herself explode!

Slowly, Lara pushed against the unrelenting muscle of her anus. It burnt, conquering her own unyielding tightness, but she hardly noticed the pain while the sight she beheld was so vivid. With a demanding shove, she got the gunbarrel deep into her asshole—gasping at the intensity of the shocking intrusion, the sensitive muscle suddenly relaxed, swallowing the business end of her gun and holding it tight.

Lara knelt there quietly, one pistol in her sex and the other forced into her rectum. It was ridiculous—insane. Not for a billion dollars would she let herself be seen making such a spectacle of herself.

But it made the wildness of her need abate ever so slightly. And so, she began to pump the two impalers in and out of herself. Feeling the delicious pressure as both anus and pussy were stretched, made to accommodate this hurtful pleasure Lara needed to sate herself.

***

Sheena sighed explosively. As much as it had panged her to wait so long to get him inside her, it did feel even better than usual. She began to slowly circle her ass—bringing it around in an almost perfect ring to let her feel his cock inside her, rolling against the sides of her cunt, pleasuring every part of her… not that much of her was ever left out when they made love.

Then she moved a little faster—adding only the smallest bit of energy to the tempo that was already getting her off. It was enough to make the decadent pressure on the walls of her sex even stronger.

He was close to coming; Sheena could tell it would be any minute. But she wasn’t ready just yet. She had him right on the edge, so she stopped with him so perfectly close—and herself near, so very near, as well.

His prick stayed deeply buried in her sex, preventing her arousal from even beginning to die down, but the pleasure settled low without all the delicious motions and grinding and massaging to overwhelm her nerves with everything they could feel.

Then Sheena reached down. Touching, caressing the bud of her clitoris. She quivered at the contact with herself. Stroking only tentatively, gingerly, to avoid being absolutely crushed by sensation. She stroked her flaring cuntlips and pinned a finger against her burgeoning clit.

Oh, my love, why won’t you do this to me? she asked inwardly. No one loves you like I do. Why won’t you love me? I can take it… you always bring me to such finales, but I know you could do so much more… I could be so much more… not just your lover, but an animal in rut… a bitch in heat… please, master me! It’ll be so easy!

She rubbed her clit in a frenzy, desperate for the sharp release of orgasm without the surrender of further working herself on her lover’s massive organ.

It eluded her. She couldn’t come without what her love had to offer. Even with him inside her…