Easeling Them Into It

Raven's studio smelled like paint and sweat. She had Ginny and Alice stripped bare in her living room, skin catching the late sun through the blinds. They held their poses—arms raised, hips twisted—but their breathing betrayed them. Chests rising too fast. Nipples tight. Raven saw it and didn't pretend otherwise. She opened the cabinet. Rows of heavy silicone cocks lined the shelves, all of them fat and uncompromising. She let the silence stretch. Then she picked up the thickest one, turned it so the light caught the ridges, and set it on the table between them. "Get on the couch," she said. "Face down." They didn't hesitate. Ginny pressed her cheek to the cushion first, ass lifted, already glistening between her legs. Alice followed, knees apart, back arched like she needed Raven to see everything. Raven dragged her fingers through the slick heat between Alice's thighs, then pushed two fingers straight into Ginny without warning. Ginny gasped. Raven smiled. She worked them open fast. Lube from the bottle, cold against warm skin. The first toy breached Ginny slow, then sank. Raven watched every inch disappear. When Ginny moaned like she couldn't hold it back, Raven shoved deeper, twisting the base until Ginny's thighs shook. Alice got the next size. Raven worked her harder—short, deliberate thrusts that made Alice's hands claw at the fabric. Then Raven switched. Fists slicked and steady. She sank her knuckles past the ring of muscle, feeling both of them open around her. Ginny came first, clenching so hard Raven had to fight to keep her hand inside. Alice lasted two more strokes before she broke, back bowing, a raw sound tearing out of her throat. Raven didn't stop until both of them were shaking and empty and marked with her.