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,
