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FREEWHEELING BARBARA TOYS WITH BOYS Chapter Six 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 boys 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 boy 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.