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Freewheeling Barabara SEX TOYS chaper 6

5/31/2009

Buddy opened the door to his shack and stared out foggily.
He was stoned out of his mind and he didn't recognize the
woman who stood in his door, looking at him uncertainly. He stared
at her, his eyes going over her tanned body in the skimpy white bikini,
her disheveled red hair, her flushed face. He didn't
know who she was but he liked what he saw! He narrowed his eyes and
looked her over again, his eyes dwelling on her full breasts
and the tender curve of her waist flaring into rounded hips,
the white strip of cloth only emphasizing the mound of her pubis.
"Wow, " he breathed. "I must be really
fucked up. You gotta be a vision. Goddamn, I wish all my hallucinations were like
this!" "She's real, man!" Skip crowed from behind
her. Buddy focused his eyes and saw his friend. He hadn't noticed him before.
He had been too wrapped up in Barbara's charms. "Hey, Skip! Jesus. I thought I was tripping or something!
What a fucking beautiful chick. What's her name?"
He stood back motioning them inside. "Barbara Anderson, " Barbara murmured. She
was slightly embarrassed. She knew she was a mess, and the slender boy
was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive! She looked
at him out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than Skip,
but much more slender, with long straight dark hair curling
wildly around his head and over his shoulders. He was burned very
dark by the sun, and he was only wearing a pair of faded cut-offs
that did nothing to hide the bulge at his crotch. He saw where
she was staring and laughed unselfconsciously. "Well-come in, Barbie, babe. You, too, Skip!"
He took her arm and led her into his dark two-room shack. "Sit down.
Want a beer? Coke? To drink that is!" He laughed, showing
white teeth in his tanned face. Barbara looked around warily. She had never been in any
place like this before. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could
see that one end of the room was covered with pillows. This
was apparently bed and couch. A candle glimmered faintly on
the shelf, providing the only illumination, and a strange
smell floated on the air. The room was thick with smoke, and Barbara
peered through it, making out a few brightly colored posters
on the walls. An old refrigerator stood in one corner with
a hot plate beside it, and a curtained door led to the other room.
"I need a shower, Buddy, " Skip said. "Wanna
join me, Barbara?" Barbara looked at him, realizing it was the first time he'd
called her by her name. She blushed vividly, glad that the
dark hid her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed at his calm
assumption that she'd take a shower with him. It pointed
out the relationship between them. She looked at Buddy to see how
he was taking it. He didn't seem perturbed at all. He padded
to the refrigerator and took out a beer. Probably used to guys
coming over with their-chicks, she told herself, wondering briefly
how many girls Skip had brought here. But it doesn't matter,
I'm here now! She smiled brazenly at both boys. "Sure, "
she answered easily. Skip sighed in relief. He'd been afraid she would freeze
on him for a minute. But she was smiling widely at him, picking
her way through the dark to his side. "Should be a towel in there, " Buddy said non-committally,
plopping onto the cushions and balancing his beer beside
him. "I'll roll a couple of J's for us. Don't
take all day in there." Barbara watched in fascination as he extracted a plastic
baggie from behind the cushions and began to tap some of the contents
onto a piece of paper. "Damn shit's fulla seeds, " Buddy grumbled,
intent on his task. "Come on, honey, you heard the man! Let's hurry, "
Skip said, giving her a friendly whack on the buttocks. They went through
the curtained door into a tiny bathroom. A limp towel hung
on a nail. Barbara looked at the room in horror. There was a
puddle of water on the floor, and the towel was obviously
far from fresh. But she stepped into the shower, shedding her
clammy swim suit, determined not to make any disparaging remarks.
You asked for it, she told herself grimly. As the lukewarm
water hit her body, she relaxed, sighing. She realized
that she would put ups with this and much more to feel Skip's
dick inside her. When you have great sex, the outer trappings are unimportant. "Is there any soap?" she asked
timidly, adjusting the spray. "Should be some up here, " Skip replied, stepping
into the tiny cubicle and reaching onto the window ledge. "Here
you go. You wash me and I'll do you." He handed her the bar
of soap. Barbara took it in her wet hands, rubbing it, building up
lather. She started on his chest, swirling the soap over
his firm muscles. They were pressed close together in the small
shower, the water pouring over their heads. Her nipples
brushed against his chest as she soaped him, and shivered as hot
points of fire radiated through her body. She felt something pushing
firmly into her belly and glanced down. His prick was rising,
jamming into her stomach. She grinned up at him and ran her
hands over his flat stomach, feeling him suck in his breath
sharply at her touch. Teasingly, she slid her hands lower,
lathering under his balls and along the length of his shaft,
slipping her hands between his legs and running her finger
in the crack of his ass. He was breathing heavily now, his prick
standing at rigid attention at the touch of her hands. "Oh, baby, beautiful, " he whispered, nuzzling
at her damp face. She raised her mouth to his and they exchanged a passionate
kiss, tongues meshing, the water pouring over their heads. She
lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed into him, mashing her breasts
against his slippery chest, grinding her pelvis against
his erection. His hands cupped under her asscheeks, bringing
her against him, his fingers probing her twat from behind.
His fingers played with her puffy cuntlips, sliding into her
groove and inflaming her passion. "Yes, darling, " she hissed into his mouth.
"Oh, God, it's so good ... I love it." She kissed him fiercely, drinking
in his breath, grinding her lips against his. His hand was between
their bodies, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her stomach,
dipping lower and feeling inside her slippery cunt, tweaking
the tender flesh until she thought she'd scream. The water
beat against her sensitive flesh. It seemed like a thousand
hands were probing her body, demanding admittance. She spread
her legs wide and braced herself against the shower wall. "Take me, Skip. Fuck me, here, " she gasped,
lust flooding her. Gone was any embarrassment, any uncertainty about the
situation. Her flesh wanted his cock and that was enough. Skip backed her against the tiles, pushing against the
wall. He fitted the cheeks of her ass into his hands and lifted
her against him, his prick sliding into her canal as if it were
greased. And it was. Her pussy was pouring forth copious
lubrication. She was ready for him. She felt his pecker
slide into her little by little, until she was completely impaled
on the hot pole. Skip smiled at her and she returned the smile,
tightening her muscles around his cock to show him how much
she loved it. "That's it, baby, all the way in, " Skip
wheezed, pulling her firmly against him. He braced her against the tiles and
began fucking in and out with long slow strokes. The water felt
cool now in comparison to their burning bodies. Barbara's
skin was hot to the touch, and inside her cunt Skip's pecker
felt like it was burning off, encased in the firey vise of her pussy.
It was slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter,
except when she clenched her muscles. He drove into her, grunting
beneath his breath. "Uh-uh-uh ... fuck me, baby. Use that cunt! It's
like a fucking hand on my cock. Oh Jesus ... good hot fucking mama."
Barbara rode his prick, sliding back and forth. Her backside
banged against the wall with every stroke. Her breasts
shook under the force of his strokes, and the water pouring over
them made it seem like a dream - a beautiful dream of endless fucking!
She rotated her hips on his plunging shaft, rubbing her
clit against his pubic bush. The scratchy sensation on that
sensitive organ was driving her fast to orgasm. Another minute - she
bounded against him, mashing her cunt against him, screwing
herself up and down his pole. "I'm gonna cum, baby, " Skip warned. "Hold
tight. Fuck me good, hot mama, show me how you can shake that ass!"
He pumped into her violently, and she felt the familiar tremor in
his shaft that preceded orgasm. She rubbed violently against him,
forcing herself to hurry. He'd be cumming any minute, and she
had to make it. "Oh, don't stop! Just a little more, "
she pleaded, feeling her orgasm fluttering in the pit of her stomach, flinging tendrils
of heat along her nerves. "I'll try, " Skip grunted, his hands squeezed
her buttocks mercilessly. His finger found the entrance to her back
end and plunged in, stabbing her asshole. He felt her spasm against
him and thankfully let go. He pounded into her, his ass moving
in quick short jabs, then he burst inside her, his jism rushing
up the long tube of his cock and gushing into her as she came
in a flood of pussy juice. "Ohhhh ..." she groaned as his semen hit her,
soothing her battered insides. She felt like she could fuck for hours,
it was so good! He slipped out of her and they slumped against the
wall of the shower, grinning at each other weakly. "Hot stuff!" he said teasingly, flicking her
nipples. "Can't even take a shower without turning on! You're really
one sexy lady. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you!"
He took the soap from her hands. Somehow, she had held it throughout
their fierce bout! "Now hold still while I wash you. And
try to control yourself!" He laughed at her and began soaping
her breasts. "Yes, sir, " she answered happily. She closed
her eyes. "Hey you guys! Hurry it up, " Buddy called.
"Don't fuck all day. Save it for a while!" Skip and Barbara smiled at each other. "Don't
worry, Buddy, she can fuck all day and then some!" Skip answered.
Barbara blushed, then giggled at her young lover. I don't care she thought fiercely. I don't care
what people think or what happens - I'm just going to have fun! "Well, you heard the man!" she told Skip, repeating
his earlier words teasingly. "Let's hurry and see
what he's up to." "As if I didn't know, " Skip grumbled,
turning off the shower. "Oh, well, cast aside. Here, lady, dry yourself on
this if you can!" He handed her the towel gingerly, grinning
widely. "Hey, Buddy! Don't you have another towel in this dump?"
Buddy appeared through the curtain and threw Skip a red
cloth. "Use the bedspread. I need to get some more towels.
I used to have some, but they're gone now." He grinned
comically, lounging in the doorway. "God the floor's sopping wet.
You must have fucked up a storm in here!" He looked at Barbara, his
eyes taking in all of her damp body. "Wow, you're really
a beautiful chick, " he said sincerely. Barbara was embarrassed in spite of herself. She wasn't
used to this completely matter-of-fact acceptance of sex.
She was determined to brazen it out, to act as if this were an everyday
occurrence for her. She smiled at Buddy, reaching up and
fluffing her wet hair with her fingers, knowing that the
movement of her arms brought her breasts into full globes. Her nipples
were still erect from her recent lovemaking, and they stuck
out of her brownish areolas. "Thank you, Buddy, "
she answered demurely. "Glad you approve, " She brought
the towel between her legs and rubbed back and forth against her damp snatch,
watching his face. "Jesus! I can't stand it!" Buddy said,
watching her admiringly. "Where did you find her? No, don't tell me, I'd
rather guess. She's gotta be some kind of food for the gods!"
He kissed her fingers extravagantly. "Don't mind Buddy. He's crazy, "
Skip offered. He threw the red bedspread into a damp corner and turned to his mistress.
"Wanna beer or something? I'm thirsty as shit!"
"Sure, " Barbara replied, tossing her towel
on top of his and stepping out of the shower stark naked. "Lead me to
it!" She walked through the door, her breasts bobbling, brushing
casually against the boy lounging in the doorway. As she entered
the other room, she looked back at the two guys. "Well?
Don't keep a lady waiting! she said. "You heard the lady!" both boys said together,
looking at each other and bursting into laughter. Skip went over to Barbara
and threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the pile of
cushions and pulling her down. They fell in a heap, giggling,
arms and legs entwined. Buddy dropped beside them and lay
back, rummaging around until he found the cigarette that he had
rolled earlier. He struck a match and lit it, drawing the smoke
deep into his lungs and passing the joint to Barbara. "I don't smoke, " she said, reclining
against Skip and wondering what was going to happen now. She was a little peeved. She
had expected both men to fall on her when they hit the cushions,
and Buddy had just lain back and lit a cigarette! She wondered
when they'd get down to business. "Go on, honey, take a drag. It's grass. You won't
believe how it is to fuck on grass, " Skip told her. Barbara shrugged. Why not, she thought. I've done
everything else. I may as well try this too. She took the stick gingerly
between thumb and forefinger and brought it to her lips,
drawing the smoke into her lungs. She coughed violently, her eyes
watering. "Hold the smoke, " Buddy said, patting her
on the back. "Just a couple of drags'll do it. This is dynamite weed."
Barbara gamely drew some more smoke into her lungs and held
her breath until she thought her ears would burst, then let
it out. She was surprised to see only a small puff of smoke issue
from her mouth. She looked at Buddy for approval. "Far out, " he said nodding. "You and
Skip share that one, I'm fucked up already." He was lying back in the nest of
cushions, one hand lazily stroking his penis. Barbara stared at him.
Somehow, he had removed his cut-offs and was as nude as she
and Skip. She watched him fixedly, mesmerized by the action
of his hand on his cock. Everything seemed slowed down, heightened.
She took another drag from the joint Skip offered, never
taking her eyes off Buddy's penis. It's longer than Skip's, and thinner, she thought
dreamily. And his balls are huge. Suddenly she heard her voice saying.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Buddy, I'd
like to suck it. I'd love to taste your dick!" She was surprised. It didn't
sound like her voice at all. "Sure, baby, " Buddy said lazily. "Come
here. Are you feeling good now?" "Oh yes ... soooo goood ... I want to blow you. It'll
taste so good, " Barbara murmured, crawling towards him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she reached him, sliding beside
him, her face inches away from his cock. She lapped at it, swirling
her tongue through his coarse bush of hair, nuzzling at
the base of his cock. She made little mewling sounds as she licked
around his cock, sliding her tongue up one side and down the other,
licking under the head, sticking the tip of her tongue in
the hole. She sucked gently on the tip, drawing his pre-cum
fluids into her mouth, slobbering all over the head of his prick,
drawing it into her mouth, sucking, sucking, her mouth
slid lower, drawing his long thin prick into the wet cavern of
her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, then relaxing
her muscles and taking it in full length, down to the balls.
She choked a little, but continued sucking, her cheeks caving
in with the pressure, exerting an even pressure on the whole shaft.
"Jesus! What a chick. She's taking the whole
thing, " Buddy groaned, twining his fingers in her hair and smashing her
face against him. Her nose was buried in his hair and she snuffled
as she fought for breath, but the incredible pressure did
not stop. "God! She's like a fucking vacuum!" "Yeah, " Skip agreed. He was watching Barbara
blow his friend, noting the way her head bobbed up and down as she took it all
in, watching her lips gripping firmly on the shaft. "It's
in her throat, Buddy. Jeez! Look at her go!" Skip slid nearer
to get a better view, sliding his hand between Barbara's legs
as he did. "She's dripping wet already!" he cried.
"Shit. I think I'm gonna eat me some pussy, " he mumbled, probing at
Barbara's slit. She was kneeling in front of Buddy, busy with his cock, and
didn't notice as Skip slid his head between her legs
from behind. He cupped his hand over her ass and pulled her dripping twat
into his face, inhaling the odor of excited pussy. She jumped
as his tongue snaked into her, then hunched violently into his
face, mashing herself into his mouth. She was bobbing her head
up and down on Buddy's prick now, using her lips and teeth
as a ridge, exerting maximum pressure. Buddy pumped up into her mouth. He could see Skip's
hands grasping her ass as his friend lapped her pussy. "Yeah,
eat her out, Skip, " he called. "Sit on his face, honey,
and suck me good. Goddamn, that's some action ... far out! Fantastic!
Suck me, sugar ... milk my balls. Squeeze my balls, baby. Yeah,
man! That's it!" He watched his pecker sink into her
mouth, feeling the rasp of her tongue. "The head. Suck the head harder,
baby. Yeah! Get it on!" Skip slurped up Barbara's juices, running his tongue
up and down her slot, nibbling at her clitoris, sucking the whole
vulva into his mouth with smacking noises. She seemed to be coming
constantly, pouring a flood of sticky fluid down his throat,
trembling under his hands. His prick was erect again, pulsing
between his legs, but he was too intent on eating her cum
to bother about it now. Barbara sucked at Buddy's dick like a candy stick.
Spittle ran out of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and matting in
his pubic hair. She felt like she'd been eating him for
hours. Her tongue knew every ridge of his prick by heart and titillated
the most sensitive areas knowingly. She was in a continuous
flow of orgasm, unbearably excited by Skip's tongue in her
twat and Buddy's cock in her mouth. She wanted him to cum. She
wanted to taste his thick sperm. She sucked harder, digging her finger
under him to probe his asshole, grinding her cunt into Skip's
face. His lips had clamped onto her clit now, and he was thrumming it with his tongue, sending incredible flashes
of pleasure through her. She shook in the grasp of endless
orgasm. It was going on forever. Time stood still as the three bodies
writhed on the cushions, pleasuring each other with hand
and tongue. Skip thrust a finger up her asshole and massaged
her there, his other hand joining his tongue in her cunt, two
fingers sliding into her distended hole. She bucked against his
hand, sending his fingers up the slick canal, her cunt spasming
and gushing. She slid her hand under Buddy's ass and rammed
her forefinger into his asshole, massaging his prostate,
while her thumb probed at the sensitive spot at the base of his prick.
She felt his balls lift and harden in their wrinkled sac and
knew that he was near orgasm. She held her mouth steady and he
fucked upwards into it, using it like a cunt. "Hold on, baby. That's it! Jesus! I'm gonna
shoot! Here it comes! Drink my cum, baby, AHHHH! Uh-UH-Uh-SHIT! HERE
IT COMES!" Buddy yelled, twisting his hips, screwing his pecker into
her mouth. At the last moment she felt his prick jerk and swell
against her teeth, then it was jerking wildly, spewing
a fountain of cum down her throat. She swallowed greedily, drinking in every bit of the gooey
stuff, gargling it around her mouth, feeling the texture
with teeth and tongue. As she raised her head, smiling mistily
and licking her lips, Skip pulled his head from under her cunt
and positioned himself behind her. Buddy lay back on the bed, his prick relaxed against his
leg. A few last droplets of jism oozed from the head of the penis,
and Barbara dipped her head and lapped them off, cleaning him
carefully. "Mmmm, " she murmured to him. "Tastes
good, lover, I love the taste of cum!" She grinned at him loosely, showing
her teeth and tongue which had given him such pleasure. "Yeah. You're one fantastic little cocksucker,
for sure, " Buddy replied fondly, running his hands over her face and
hair, touching her lips, inserting the tip of his finger between
them. She licked his finger, running her tongue over it as if it
were a cock. "Hey, Buddy, " Skip grunted. "Hold her
for me. I'm going in the back door." He was kneeling behind Barbara, his
prick in his hand, spreading her cheeks with the other. He stuck one
finger up her asshole and Barbara wiggled against it, looking
back over her shoulder and smiling encouragingly. "Hey, man, she digs cornholing, too? Buddy asked,
watching. He knew that not many women were really turned on by sodomy,
and he was eager to see one who really enjoyed it. "This chick digs every fucking thing you can do to
her, don'tcha baby? Skip grinned. He screwed his finger
in and out of her anal passage and Barbara moaned and ground against
him. "Oh, yes, yes - anything you want. Fuck me anywhere,
any way. Just stick your beautiful cock in me, " she babbled.
She was really turned on. Her pussy was running continuously from
the constant stimulation. Her head spun. She had never imagined
sex could be like this, one experience after another, one wrenching
cum after cum from tortured insides. And she didn't
want to stop - ever! "Just ram it in dry, honey ... don't bother
to spit on it. Just give it to me!" She shuddered, anticipating
the delicious pain. Her eyes were fixed on Buddy now, watching
his reactions. She wanted to see his face while his friend cornholed
her. His watching made it even more exciting. "Play
with my tits, Buddy honey, " she asked. "Rub'em
good while Skip fucks my ass!" Buddy obligingly slid down and grasped her hanging tits
in both hands, squeezing the nipples between his fingers, feeling
the weight of them in his palms. "Beautiful tits, "
he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "I could really go for
you big, honey. You're a far out chick." He bent down and
kissed her open lips, lashing his tongue into her mouth, sucking
her breath wit his. Barbara kissed him back noisily, slurping his
saliva greedily. As Skip fitted the head of his cock in the tiny
hole of her bowels, she pushed out like she was shitting, opening
herself to him. He tensed his muscles and with one mighty
shove, ripped into her dry ass, tearing aside the tender membranes.
She screamed silently into Buddy's mouth, his lips muffling
her cry of pain. He pulled at her tits fiercely, mauling the sensitive
flesh unmercifully, and pulled his head from hers, looking
up to see Skip enter her ass. "Far fucking out, " he breathed, seeing her
flesh crumple under Skip's attack. "Get in there, Skip, give the
lady a ride!" "I am, man, I am!" Skip grunted between thrusts.
"It's hot as shit in here. My Goddamn cock's burning off! Whooee!
Fuck my rod!" He clutched her sweaty ass for support and pounded
into her, cleaving her ripe buttocks with powerful strokes.
Barbara was moving her ass lustily against him now, her
pain forgotten and swept away by an intense flood of lust. She
ground her hips in circles, screwing herself up and down the flailing
pole that flashed in and out of her chute. "Faster!"
she cried. "Harder! Fuck me harder! I wanna feel it in my guts
... yes, yes, that's it! I'm full of your cock. It's
so fucking big! It's splitting me in two!" She braced herself
on hands and knees, giving herself totally to the feeling of being fucked
in the ass by his youthful prick. She was a mass of nerve endings
... the air seemed to burn her skin. She could vaguely hear
a sloshing sound as Skip pounded into her, and her twat lubricated
furiously. She wished something was in there too. She wanted
to be fucked everywhere. Barbara looked into Buddy's face, a few inches from
hers. He was intent on the lascivious sight of Skip fucking her rear,
and his hands were pressing and massaging her hanging tits.
She glanced down at his penis. It was half hard again, but not
hard enough to penetrate her. She groaned in frustration. "Buddy, " she whispered. "Put something
in my cunt. I've gotta have something in there! It's so fucking empty!"
Her voice rose to a whine. "Please, fuck my pussy. It's so ready
for it." Buddy ran his hand down her stomach, over her sopping bush
and whistled between his teeth. "I'll say. You're
wet as a river!" He looked at his cock and shook his head slightly. It wasn't
quite ready yet, and she needed it now. She squirmed against
his hand pleadingly and he glanced around the room. His wandering
gaze lit on a long slender-necked wine bottle. "Wait
a minute, honey. I've got it, " he muttered, grabbing
the bottle in one hand. It was a little dusty and he rubbed it off on the pillows,
shining it. "Just the thing! This'll send you
off!" he promised. "Stick your fist in her, " Skip wheezed, slowing
his strokes as he watched this by-play. "She can take your whole
goddamn fist!" As he saw his friend take up the bottle, a slow grin spread
over his features. He steadied himself against her ass. Barbara watched in partial fear. She wasn't sure how
the inanimate glass bottle would feel inside her. "Be
careful. It might break, " she warned. "Don't worry, sugar. Buddy'd never hurt
that cunt, " Buddy replied. He was getting excited at the thought of sinking
the bottle into her warm flesh now. He slid under her sideways,
bottle in hand. "Open up. Here comes!" He located
her pussy entrance with his finger and fitted the lip of the bottle
into her. The bottle was shaped like a flask. It bellied out from
a thin neck into a round bottom. The end slipped in easily,
and he teased her clitoris with his fingers to make her relax.
"Oooo! It's cold!" Barbara squealed.
She had never felt anything like this before. She was slightly ashamed that
she was so excited at being fucked with a bottle. Because she was
excited, the perversity only added to her lust. Her cunt
hungrily sucked at the bottle, drawing it in. It slipped
easily for a ways, then stopped as the bottle grew too thick. "That's all she'll go, baby, " Buddy
said, disappointed. He had wanted to see the whole bottle slide past her fleshy lips,
but it seemed it was too big. He didn't want to hurt her. He
drew it out halfway and fucked it back and forth into her, rasping
her sensitive lips with cold glass. "Aw, shit, Buddy, shove it in. She can take it!"
Skip cried. He stroked into her ass a few times, warming her up. "It's
a bottomless pit in there. I had my hand in past the wrist and
she wanted more!" Buddy shrugged. He squinted his eyes in the dim light up
at Barbara's cunt. The lips were fitted snugly around
the bottle neck, and it seemed to him they were trying to crawl down
farther, taking in more. Moisture dripped from her crack,
and the glass surface was greasy with her secretions. Barbara
rocked back and forth between the cock in her asshole and the bottle.
The bottle did help to fill the void in her cunt, but she wanted
more. "Put it all in, " she whispered in a tiny voice,
half hoping he didn't hear her. It seemed so dirty to beg someone to
shove a bottle in your cunt. And it would hurt, she knew it would,
but she had to have it. Her head spun from the grass she had smoked
and the whole scene took on a wavering unreality. She couldn't
believe she was actually kneeling on a pile of cushions
in a dirty shack, with one man stuck up her ass and another ramming
a bottle in her cunt. She hesitated. Maybe she should pull
free and run. It was wrong and perverted, she knew that. Barbara's
lust had cooled a little now. Skip had only been fucking
her lazily for the last few minutes, saving himself, and the
shock of the bottle in her cunt had sobered her slightly. She squirmed
trying to free herself. "I'm going to leave now, " she stuttered
trying to get loose. But Buddy had anticipated her action. He knew how chicks
sometimes got cold feet in the middle of a kinky scene. "Oh no you're not, " he snarled at her.
Barbara froze at the note in his voice. "I'm gonna ram this bottle
in your cunt. You asked for it, and you're gonna get it! And I'm not
through yet by a long shot. Relax and enjoy it, baby, you ain't going
anywhere!" He screwed the bottle menacingly into
her cunt. "And if you try anything else I will break it!" With this final threat, Barbara's resistance crumbled.
She hadn't really wanted to leave anyway, she told herself,
tears starting in her eyes. She obligingly relaxed her cunt muscles
and Buddy started pushing the bottle slowly past her distended
lips. As it hit the spot where he had stopped before, he paused,
then, with a brutal shove, buried the whole wine bottle
in her twat. Barbara groaned as the object burst through her ring of
muscles and entered the corridor of her womb canal. She was stretched
to the limit, her groaning muscles expanded around the slick
surface of the bottle with protest, but they did expand. "Oh God!" she screamed. Skip plunged wildly
into her rear at the same time the bottle hit the bottom of her cunt, and her
hips moved automatically with his thrust. Despite herself,
her body took the double invasion and reveled in it, seesawing back
and forth between the two. She didn't know which hole felt
more distended, the tiny passageway in her ass, or her bottle-filled
cunt. She felt like a sausage - stuffed at both ends, and
she groaned loudly, half in lust, half in pain as she shuddered
under the assault. "She's got the whole motherfucker in her cunt!"
Buddy cried to Skip. "You should see it, man, her lips are puffed
out like you wouldn't believe! I've never seen a cunt like
this one. You're right, she'll fuck anything! Jesus!" Buddy
rammed the bottle in and out of the wide open cunt. Her juices ran out of the distended hole and trickled down his arm as he pinched her
clitoris with his free hand. "I can feel it from here!" Skip screamed suddenly.
"God! I can feel the bottle in her cunt! Oh, man. Fuck her with that bottle! It's hard as a rock against my prick! I'm
gonna cum soon, I can't stand this shit!" He held tight
onto Barbara's quaking ass and pumped into her. His eyes were closed as
he concentrated on the weird sensation of feeling something
in her cunt while he fucked her ass! Colors danced behind his closed
eyelids as he built up to a mind-bending orgasm. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby!" he cried.
"All in your hot little ass! Pull it out of me, milk my fucking balls! They're
gonna bust - I've gotta cum AAAggghhh! I'M CUMMINNNGGG!!!"
With a last lunge, he fell on her back, his cock twitching
and jerking in the dank recesses of her bunghole as he shot his
wad into her vitals. As he came, Barbara hunched down wildly
on the bottle, almost taking in Buddy's hand in the process.
"Fuck me harder, " she moaned. "I want
to cum, too! Oh God! Cram that thing in my cunt and make me cum!" But Buddy had other plans. His cock was hard now, and he wanted in on the action. He pulled the bottle out with a loud
plop and jerked her forward against him, jerking her off
of Skip's cock. As the stream of shit-stained semen poured
from her empty asshole, he drew her onto him, lying back. "Okay,
sweetheart, climb aboard, " he grinned. "Ride
my cock and fuck me good." Barbara felt the cool air hit her cunt as the bottle was extracted. She didn't want that, her orgasm was fluttering
in the base of her stomach and she needed to reach it. She eyed
his cock hungrily as it stood straight up from his belly and
then straddled him, lowering herself. As the head entered her,
she sighed, thinking that nothing felt like a stiff prick in
the cunt. She loved it all - in her mouth, ass being eaten - even
being fucked with a bottle - all were grist for her sexual
mill. But nothing beat a cock in her dripping cunt. She slid down
onto his stiff pole, her lips munching down the shaft like a greasy
mouth, engulfing him. "Ride me, hot mama, " Buddy replied, reaching
out and grabbing her hanging tits. "Bounce that ass on my balls! Fuck,
that's great. You got the best cunt action in town! That's
how to fuck baby!" He twisted her tits in both hands and lay almost
still, letting Barbara take the lead in balling him. And she did. She leaned forward and started an exciting
circular movement with her pelvis, her hips moving like
a well- oiled piston. She could feel him deep inside her, and it
turned her on and inspired her to even more dextrous movements.
Up and down she rose and fell on his stiff standing rod, screwing
her cunt onto him. Lewd sounds burst from her open lips as she
led the fuck, twisting her hips so that the extended nub of her
clitoris rubbed against him and mashed into his pubic hair.
The small nub of flesh had become highly sensitized. Every
rasp of hair shot a new thrill through her. She needed her motions,
her cunt was beginning to spasm. "She's starting to cum!" Skip called.
His voice penetrated the lustful daze of the other two. Buddy looked at his friend
and grinned. "She's too fucking much much, man, "
he grunted. "She's riding my cock like a cowgirl!" He was moving now in
synchronization with the woman, his hips rising to meet
hers and thrust his cock to the depths. Skip felt around on the bed. He knew Buddy had dropped the
bottle somewhere. His searching fingers encountered
the cold, cum-smeared glass and drew it to him, not letting on what
he was going to do. He knelt behind the fucking pair and slowly
fit the neck of the bottle between her asscheeks as she bent forward.
Barbara jumped as she felt the cold neck hit her asshole.
He wasn't! He couldn't! "NO! NO!" she
cried in terror. But her protests died under a flood of orgasm that swept her as her
wave of cum broke over her. He rammed the neck of the bottle into her rear. He knew it
wouldn't go in all the way like it had in her cunt, but
he shoved it as far as it would go. Through a mist of thrashing cum,
Barbara felt the sharp pain in her rear, and then it was gone,
only adding another sensation to the ones sweeping her.
"I've got the bottle in her ass!" Skip called
to Buddy. "Jesus!" Buddy screamed, unbearably excited
by the thought. He could feel the presence of some foreign object pressing
against his prick inside her. "I feel it! Holy shit!"
His pecker jumped and his balls burst forth a flooding tide of hot semen, gushing
into Barbara's overheated cunt, spattering the walls
and clinging to them in gooey lumps. "I'm cumming! Oh, God,
am I cumming! Feel it, baby, feel my hot fucking cum!" he yelled,
picturing her shithole distended around the bottle. He opened his eyes
and saw her contorted face as she spasmed through orgasm after
orgasm, impaled on his prick and Skip's bottle. "OOOOHHHH!!! FUCK! SHOOT IN ME!" she squealed.
The hard bottle in her rear end made her convulse again as Skip slammed
it home. She could feel Buddy slipping out of her, and still
she came, her tortured insides quivering as spasm after spasm
wrenched her. She felt like the top of her head was blowing
off and cum was shooting out of her brains. Finally her asshole
twitched and she felt an overwhelming urge to shit. Just
as she pressed with all the force on her bowels, Skip pulled out
the bottle. "I think I've had enough, " she whispered.
And for the moment, she had. Her body was satisfied, her pussy weak and flabby
feeling. "Man, I think we're all fucked out, " Buddy
quipped. "As well as fucked up!" He laughed hollowly. "I don't
believe this chick. She's a fucking machine!" He stroked
Barbara's red head tenderly. "You guys want a beer or some more weed?
I gotta rest for a while." "No. No, I have to leave, " Barbara murmured.
"It's getting late. I'm exhausted, anyhow. And I don't need
any more of that stuff!" "Hey, you bring her back soon, you hear me? I wanna
see a lot of this lady. And, Barbara, if you're ever down this
way by yourself, I'm here usually. And if I've got anybody
else here, I'll kick them out if you want. You're the living
end. I mean it." Buddy looked at her sincerely. He was too pooped
to get up. "Kiss me goodbye." Barbara rolled off the
pile of cushions and kissed him on the mouth. "Sure, Buddy, it was really fantastic. I'll
be back, " she promised. "Far out, baby. Anytime. You're a whole trip
in itself, " Buddy said, closing his eyes. "Take good care of her,
Skip." "Oh, I will, Buddy, she's a special lady, "
Skip grinned, tousling her hair. He wasn't as wrung out as the other
two, and he wondered if he could get Barbara to stop off and blow him
before she went home. He looked at her. She was exhausted,
but she smiled at him and winked, as if reading his mind

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