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 welloiled 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.
Chapter Seven
Barbara wearily pulled her car into the driveway. She had dropped Skip back at the store and came straight home, promising to meet him the next day. She wondered what his boss had thought when he came in after four hours, disheveled, reeking of sex and pot.
'Oh well, he's a fast talker. He'll get out it,' she assured herself, parking the car and walking into the house. She hoped she could get upstairs and clean up before her son or his friend saw her, but one of the boys was coming downstairs as she opened the front door. He stopped dead and stared at her.
'Hi. It is Steve, isn't it?' Barbara said lamely, aware of her messed up hair and sweat stained bikini. She was carying her green dress on one arm and she held it in front of her, covering some of the ravages. 'Where's Jerry?'
'Uh, he went to the store, Mrs. Anderson,' the young man replied nervously. 'I'm expecting a call from my mom, so I stayed here. He said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so.'
'Well, that's fine dear. Just make yourself at home. I'm going to freshen up a bit. I've been at the beach all
