
The thing felt incredibly big, stuffed into her pussy, and knew it was only her twat contracting to accommodate the size, to give her body the sweetest, tightest fit possible. It was the way a cunt reacted when you put something inside it. After living in her body for thirty-one years, Joanne Hickman knew that. And her cunt was like a well-tuned machine, something that always responded in the nicest way possible for the woman who owned it, who took care of it. She grasped the exposed end of the brush, squashing down the bristles, and site started to turn it inside herself.
"Whooo!" she swooned as it began to revolve. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets and she couldn't see much of anything. Her foot was jammed tight against the tower wall and she pushed hard, harder, hardest, lifting her ass slightly as she turned and writhed. Another half inch of handle stole into her twat, touching a deeper part of Joanne's cuntal well, and she gasped, wrenching hard on the bath brush, pushing it impatiently, swishing it in her box like a swizzle stick in a martini.
"Tom, Tom, Tom," she panted, fucking herself. She'd gotten the rhythm now, and the action, and she could feel the thing digging into her, the pointed tip a light irritant, not quite a pain, deep in her pussy, and she was moving it in and out of her, as best she could capture it, with same kind of rhythm she wanted, needed, demanded, when she was being fucked by a real cock. By Tom's cock. But it wasn't his cock in her, it was his bath brush, and even though she felt her passion bubbling in her veins, racing through her bloodstream to her brain, she knew it wasn't the same, that it could never be the same.
"But it's all I have," she gasped, fucking herself with a brutality born of Tom's inexplicable coldness. "It's – all – I – have!"
No! She had more! And she could feel it starting to happen, the come-fever boiling in her belly, bubbles getting bigger and bigger and bigger, swelling and rolling down the tube of her twat, breaking upon her fingers as they wiggled the bath brush deeper and deeper into her rippling pussy mouth.
