'That's the hardest part,' Pete responded. 'The rest of it always goes in easy.'
Cookie felt something hot and hard sliding smoothly through her anal ring. She felt her bowels filling slowly. It felt as if she was going to have to take one hell of a big crap. The burning friction through her anal sphincter felt incredibly good. And the feeling of fullness, of being stuffed with whatever was powering up into her rectum, was excruciating.
'Ah!' she grunted softly when somebody rammed up against her ass. Something swung and smacked her pussy.
'Jesus!' Ginny swore admiringly.
'Now comes the really good part,' Pete observed. 'Better let her get used to it for a minute before I move, though.'
Now Cookie knew what she had up her ass. She hated to admit it to herself, because the thought was terrifying. But, now that she had it in her, the reason for fear was gone. No matter what she didn't believe she could take it, she had taken it. She had Pete's hard, slender, brutal cock clear in her rear end. His hips were jammed against her buttocks, which meant he had the full length of his phallus in her rectum. His balls had swung up and patted her pussy when his stroke into her bowels had ended.
'Ooohh, God! That is soo good,' she sighed softly.
'He's got the whole thing in you,' Ginny reported. 'Do you like it?'
Cookie nodded, scrubbing her cheek on the harsh upholstery. 'I love it. God, tell him not to stop, ever.'
'Does it hurt?' Ginny asked.
'Aches,' Cookie answered. 'But it feels so good, too, it doesn't matter.'
When Pete drew out of her slowly, it felt as if a case of constipation was slowly easing. He stopped when just the head was left in her. Then he slid back into her greasy, hot depths. He burned through her rectal sphincter, a searing friction that sent her lust soaring even higher.
'Aww, Jesus,' she panted. She reached under herself and began fondling her pussy, giving her soggy slit the attention it was crying for.
'Spread your legs, Pete,' Ginny ordered. 'Let me see if I can squeeze underneath and suck her while you bugger her.'
Cookie didn't care. All she cared about was the pleasure, she didn't care how she got it. So long as they kept her carnal high going, she was happy to let Ginny and Pete do anything they wanted with her.
When Pete spread his legs, the angle of his cock up her ass changed. She eased her own legs apart as he tugged her butt lower. Then Ginny was pushing in between Cookie's legs. Ginny was laying on her back, staring up into Cookie's hot, gooey tangle of pussy folds, Pete's swinging balls, and where his cock entered Cookie's distended anus.
Fingers brushed Cookie's pussy, and the heavy warmth of Pete's balls against her flesh vanished.
'What the hell are you doing down there?' Pete asked. 'That's my nuts you're playing with.'
'I know it, dummy,' Ginny snorted. 'I wanted to see. Cripes, you should see the way her asshole is stretched.'
'If you want to get in on the action, you damn well better hurry,' Pete told her. 'I can't keep this hard-on forever.'
'Okay, okay,' Ginny responded coolly. Linking her hands behind Cookie's back, Ginny hauled herself up and buried her face in Cookie's streaming pussy.
Cookie's ecstasy zoomed still higher, built back up from the lower plateau it had slipped to. Her clit was being sucked and tongue-whipped, and her vagina was pouring out new waves of cum.
Then Pete was moving in her anus again, sliding out and driving back in, slowly and steadily. His hips would jam jam up against Cookie's ass, jarring her and rocking her away from Ginny's working mouth for a second.
'Your balls are hitting my chin,' Ginny giggled.
'Shut up and eat,' Pete grunted, not stopping his pistoning. 'Jeez, I'm getting close.'
Cookie was riding up and up a searing slope toward still another blazing peak of pleasure. The cock in her tail sizzled in her hot hole, and the mouth on her pussy felt as if it was made of liquid fire. Her cheek scrubbed along the couch with every thrust into her ass. Her breasts trembled just at the edge of the sofa cushion each time her body was jarred.
Pete was moving faster, drawing out more quickly, powering in more sharply. He was holding Cookie's ribs, his fingers grinding into her as he steadied her against his thrusts. Ginny's grip around Cookie's waist was bruisingly tight and heavy. Cookie's back was swaying as Ginny held herself up, her face in Cookie's cunt.
Cookie heaved her back upward, hunching as her orgasm roller-coastered through her, as waves of flame ripped through her. The shift changed the angle of her rectum and Pete's cock, and her pleasure roared higher. It rammed her pussy down on Ginny's mouth. Ginny was almost sucking Cookie's clit out by the roots, she had such a tight grasp on it.
Pete reamed out Cookie's tail one last time, then his phallus was convulsing in the tight ring of her anus. She knew hot gobs of semen were blasting into her bowels, flooding her intestines. She was cumming, drowning Ginny's face in a thick vaginal flow. Ginny was lapping it all up as if it were a sweet confection.
Pete's spurtings faded slowly and his cock began to lose its rigidity. Cookie's rectum went into peristaltic spasms and began crapping his phallus out, squeezing the blood from it, forcing it to withdraw from her. Ginny's bear hug around Cookie's waist eased, and she dropped to the floor with a soft wet moan.
Then Pete was gone from her ass, Ginny was gone from her cunt, and Cookie was left alone with her memories, and her aches, and a horrible hollow feeling of total emptiness. Her ass arched and her muscles burned with exhaustion.
Suddenly she was crying. Still kneeling with her ass in the air, her cheek on the couch, she was wracked with great shuddering sobs. She didn't try to hide them at all. From the peak of pleasure she had plunged to the deepest misery.
'God, did I hurt her?' Pete asked, frightened.
'Cookie, are you hurt?' Ginny asked, leaning over her.
'Maybe we better get a doctor,' Pete suggested.
'Christ, no,' Ginny snapped. 'What the hell would we tell him anyway?'
'I don't know. But Jeez, what if she's bleeding inside or something?'
'She's not bleeding,' Ginny stated firmly. 'Cookie, are you hurt?'
Cookie managed to shake her head in the negative. 'No,' she whispered. Then she resumed sobbing.
'Come on,' Ginny urged, heaving on Cookie. 'Up on the couch, baby. Pete, where's that bottle of whiskey you've got hidden? I think Cookie could use some. And get a towel so she doesn't leave a spot on the sofa.'
'What whiskey?' Pete asked.
'Don't pull that shit on me,' Ginny snapped. 'And hurry up, dammit!'
'All right, all right,' Pete grumbled. He stalked away, muttering something about nosy sisters that didn't mind their own business.
When he got back, Cookie had gotten her sobbing under control. Sniffling, she lifted up and let Ginny slide the towel under her ass. Sullenly, Pete held out a pint bottle. The fumes made Cookie's head swim. She gulped a swallow down, grimacing at the taste.
It seared her throat and made her eyes water. When it hit bottom, hot waves seemed to flood out through her blood stream. She could feel herself beginning to relax.
She sighed and handed the bottle back to Pete.
'Thanks, Pete,' Ginny said for her.
'How'd you know I had this, anyway?' Pete asked. 'Have you been snooping?'
'You smelled like a distillery the other night when you balled me,' Ginny snorted. 'Are you okay now, Cookie?'
'I think so.' Then she remembered why she had been crying, and the sobs threatened to engulf her again.
'Hey, hey, what's the trouble, anyway?' Ginny asked.
'Ooohh, you and Pete have such a great thing going,' Cookie wailed. 'You ball and everything.'
'So, didn't you just get balled and buggered?' Pete snorted.
Cookie sniffed and nodded. 'And I-I liked it, too.'
