Archive-name: Family/barbara6.txt
Archive-author: A. Green
Archive-title: Freewheeling Barbara - 6
Also-title: Freewheeling Barbara Toys With Boys - Chapter Six

Keywords: also 3plus, First


  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 ass-cheeks, bringing her against him, his fingers probing her
twat from behind.  His fingers played with her puffy cunt-lips, 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
fiery  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 aureoles.  "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 dexterous 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 ass-cheeks 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 good-bye."   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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