Chubby Double-Dildo Double-Penetrated Anal Lassies

"Dude, pop it in-"

Mark pushed the DVD tray shut and jumped on Maury's bed, next to his best friend. "It was in Flash's stash-"

After an FBI warning, four throbbing vaginas appeared on the TV screen, with the words "Play Movie," "Scene Selection," "Extras," and "Contact factwhores.com" next to them. Maury chose the second, then chose scene 7, "Dana Callahan and Jane Sheckleton." A pause and a flicker and two naked ladies with a healthy dose of belly rolls and stretch marks came on the screen with every intention of coming.

"Is your door locked?"

"Yep-"

Maury's eyes didn't move from the television as both sandy-haired ladies spread their legs across from one another, each's feet braced against the other's, and wiggled their clits wtih their chubby fingers, a stray digit or four slipping into their vaginas and anuses every few strokes.

"Dude, can we get some volume?"

Maury pressed a button on the remote and captured Jane's last erotic gasp as four long, fat pieces of rubber, each with penis heads on both ends, materialized between the women's drooling hairless vaginas.

"Black mambas-" Mark grinned and looked over at Maury, whose face, as always, showed as much emotion as the four double-headed dildos Dana and Jane were pushing two at a time into their cunts and assholes. He glanced down and espied a lump in Mark's jeans, brushing a hand over his own erection.

Dana and Jane slid down on the dildos until their vaginas met, then pulled apart, their labia strung together with clear ropes of each other's juices. Then back together and apart again, then again and again, their strokes quicker and more forceful, the younger Jane holding her own with the masterly Dana, the camera so close on their artificial copulation that Mark thought he could feel the heat of their friction, inhale the odor of their drowned nether regions.

"I need to jerk off-" And Maury pulled his hard-on out through his unzipped jeans, spit in his right hand, swabbed his penis quickly, then commenced scraping his hand up and down around it.

"Me too-" And Mark pulled his 4-incher out, smeared it with his pre-ejaculate and began to masturbate.

He looked to Maury's cock and found it to be as unremarkable as the rest of the boy, even though the muscle between his balls and asshole tightened with the desire to sit on it. He looked up at Maury's face and met the boy's eyes, which immediately dropped to his handiwork. Mark quickly reached over and grasped Maury's pale, veiny monument to obese women-

"Dude, what the fuck?" Maury stood up, pushing his dick back through his zipper. "I'm not a fag-"

"Me neither-" Mark let go of his deflated dick. "I just thought-"

"You thought wrong-"

"I mean," Mark swallowed a big slice of air, "I mean, the way you looked at me, I just thought-"

"What?"

"I was just being a friend. I thought you wanted me to do that. I didn't want to hurt your feelings-"

Maury shook his head and a slight line appeared in his forehead. "Just leave-"

Mark took another breath, sure that his eyes were spinning in their sockets, his brain shrinking and swelling in his skull. He let the blood beat against his eardrums a few more times, then jumped up, replaced his dick, and removed his DVD. "Dude, promise you won't tell anybody-"

Maury nodded.

"Promise me. I'm sorry." He laid a hand on Maury's shoulder, which didn't move. "I'm really sorry, Maury. You're my best friend. Please promise me."

Maury nodded. "I promise. Please leave now."

Mark heard the door shut softly behind him as he made his way down the stairs, past Maude-Lyn and Little Ned, and out the front door without making a sound.