I scream out and gasp in pleasure and pain, never have felt something so huge inside my ass or could I ever imagine it would be possible to stretch th...s much. I start sliding my hand in and out of my ass, gaping it even more as my asshole ring grips around my hand with every intrusion. Fisting my ass faster and faster, I feel it stretching even more, my once puckered asshole now gaping and loose. As my hand is inside my ass, I decide to give my ass the same treatment as my pussy had. I clench. Cake, where have you been all my life!?" she said, pounding into the baked good like a woman possessed. The part that she was fucking was sure to be nice and dick-flavored by the time she was done with it, and she wished she could make sure that the lucky couple ended up with it, but she knew it was up to chance. She closed her eyes, pretending the cake was the bride, and then the groom, and then opened her eyes, and wondered if there had ever been a scandal involving the cake sleeping with one. The once prominent clitoris was now a blunt knuckle. Her butts had become wider and fleshier. The vagina was more fleshy and soft. Fucking her was a different experience but the intensity of pleasure was the same. We both climaxed together with me pushing my plump rod deep inside her and she spreading wide to accommodate my size. I could feel her muscles tighten in rhythm around me while I ejaculated inside her. Our wetness was dribbling all over her as we both gasped for breadth and slowly. One each side of me, my Mistress's thighs twitched and quivered gently as she enjoyed to the full the relaxation which the slaking of her desires had brought her. Alongside her, I knew, Lady Judilla would be breathing equally deeply and with equal sastisfaction. I also knew that Selima, my companion in misery, would be suffering the same burning-smarting torments that I was. But at least there was one small spark of content with me. I was sure I had not failed to satisfy my Mistress to the.