Teaching Cameron

I admired Cameron’s quick temper and the way she never held back. Alexander felt the same about her. One night we asked her over, not because we wanted delicate displays, but because we wanted proof she could eclipse the timid girls who still blushed at the sight of a normal dildo. She started warming with ordinary silicone, working herself open until every muscle felt loose. When she nodded, we handed her the baseball bat. The weight rested cool against her palm and she didn’t flinch. Zelda stepped forward, our willing helping hand, and slipped inside her stretched, glistening cunt. Cameron’s hole took the entire slender arm in one greedy pull. We watched the lips close around Zelda’s wrist. Nothing hesitant, nothing held back. Perfect. Exactly the woman we wanted.