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She wanted to say "No, I can't, I couldn't," but she knew it would be a lie.

Roger's long skinny cock jutted from his patch of dickhair. The big knob was red and raw-looking. She had already sucked it, felt and tasted the slow dribbly drool of its jizz load onto her tongue, taken it deep into her throat, gagging and gurgling as she fed on the entire length of that cock. What harm could there be to fuck it, too?

He tugged on her hand and she rose to her knees on the bed, stealing a glance toward the mirror. Jesus! The expression on her face startled Tricia. Her hair was bed-tossed, her tits heaved in sexual agitation, and she had the look of a wild, sex-crazed slut!

Kate was still on her belly, fingering her anus. The hole gaped, not yet returned to its normal tiny size after being rammed repeatedly with the stiffness of Roger's prick. She stuffed two or three fingers up her hot butt, reaming herself with them.

"Oh, yes," Trish heard her friend moan, "oh, I think I need more..."

Kate's hand fumbled about, and she found the wine bottle. By now, Trish was backed up against Roger. His cock protruded along one hip, and she had her fist on it, sliding up and down the rigid length of him. His hands were all over her sweaty, jiggling tits and his mouth assaulted her neck, her earlobes. His fingers dug into the soft meat of her tits, and she stroked harder at his cock.

Trish was full of herself and her own reactions, but even so, she could not hold back a shriek of disbelief when she saw what Kate intended to do with the wine bottle.

Her brunette friend guided the bottle through her crotch, using it to frig the musk-dripping lips of her cunt. She squirmed in abandon, her thighs clenching around the bottle, squeezing it into close contact with her pussy. And then she loosened her legs, spread them widely, and moved the bottle's neck to her shithole.

It had started to tighten up again, finally empty of cock, but the moment the bottle neck touched her asshole, Kate split wide open once more, and the green bottle disappeared inside her rectum.

She looked back over her shoulder, face flushed, glowing with arousal, her eyes brown and wicked. "Once you start," she told Trish, "you fucking never get enough of this ... " And she moaned again, hand guiding the bottle in and out of her already-dicked asshole.

"That's what I want," Trish whispered to Roger. "That's exactly what I want!"

"You may have to fight her for the bottle," Roger said softly. "Looks like she's really attached to it."

"No, shithead!" Tricia giggled, turning around to face him. She took his prick in both hands and rubbed its big, cum-oozing knob against her belly, stroked it through the soft wet hairs of her cunt. "I'll settle for this thing!"

Two minutes later she was rubbing K-Y onto his cock with both hands, greasing him thickly. As she lubed him, he was sliding fingers through her crack, working the jel into her flesh, too. She went stiff as his finger penetrated her asshole in a sudden, shallow stab.

"Oh!" she said. His finger was a lot bigger than the one Kate had shoved up her butt. She squeezed his prick. _It_ was a lot bigger than his finger. She started to get a little nervous about the whole thing, but it was perhaps a bit late for cold feet.

His finger moved a little deeper, crooking inside Tricia. She twisted, her head back, her eyes closed. Within her hand, his cock pulsated with a rapid, excited beat that she couldn't remain immune to.

Her own heart was thumping hotly behind the soft cushions of her 38-Cs, and she pressed them against Roger's chest, kissing him with her hard sweatdripping nipples. He straightened out his finger inside her shithole and she winced, but she knew she had to have it.

Kate was still assreaming herself with the wine bottle. Christ, what a slut! But a real friend, too. Hadn't she made her own husband available to Trish?

"I think you're ready," Roger said, taking his finger out. Tricia's asshole felt suddenly empty and deprived. But her fist held something that would soon fill that void.

She lay down on her side, knees drawn up to her tits. With one hand she opened her buttocks, exposing the never-fucked pink spot. K-Y oozed from her shitter, greased the crack of her ass. Roger lay down behind her, guiding his prick to its hot virginal target.

He stroked her with the bulbous knob of his tool first, sliding it all around. "Last chance to change your mind," he said.

"Fuck me," Tricia replied. There was nothing else to say.

He wormed the tip of his cock into the hollow of her asshole and he gave it a tentative thrust. The lubed hole yielded before the pressure of his prick, and Trish felt his cock slowly but surely penetrating her.

She closed her eyes, feeling the burn as her muscles stretched. Even with the K-Y, it was going to be a hell of a tight fit. And Roger's cock was a lot thinner than Ken's. Part of her was happy that she had awakened in time to keep herself from being ass-busted in bed this morning, but as the slickened dickhead moved a little deeper into her turned-on butt, she felt just the slightest trace of sadness, too -sadness that she had made Ken stop!

"Fuck me," she repeated. "Don't just fuck around."

"You got it," Roger said, his voice getting a little tight around the edges. He gripped her buttocks and pushed, driving three or four inches of hard-on straight up Trish's shitchute.

"Owwwwwww!!!!" she squealed, not quite prepared for what she had gotten herself into -or into herself. "Stoppppppitttttttt!!!"

But he didn't stop! He thrust again, and the rest of his cock entered her asshole. His belly slapped hard against the round swell of her candy ass, and she felt the ticklish scrape of his dickhairs on her flesh. He rocked against her, stirring her shit with his cock, and there was no doubt about it -Tricia Miller had taken nine inches straight up the ass!

He began to drill her, his long thin cock slicking in and out of her jellied butthole. She wailed with each thrust, but the cries which at first signaled her pain soon took on a sharper, keener note of delight. The warbled "Nooooo" drifted gradually into a whiny "Ohhhhh" and she was shocked to hear herself gasping, at last, "Yes, oh, yes yes yes!!!"

Something touched her face. She opened her eyes to see Kate's face an inch away, the pink tongue lapping at her skin. Trish pulled the face closer and kissed it in gratitude. "Oh, you cunt," she said, "how did you know I needed this???"

Kate just smiled coyly and started down Trish's body. She got to the tits and feasted greedily on them, while Trish absorbed the deep, belly-quivering thrusts from Roger's dick.

Kate's face moved lower. Now she was nose deep in Tricia's light brown pussy hair. She found the wet hole -it would have been easier to miss Cleveland -and she slipped her tongue into the gash, slicking it up the hole for some deep cunt stimulation that went perfectly with the asshole-fucking that Roger was dishing out.

Tricia got Kate's legs in hand and pulled them closer, repaying the suckoff with a voracious attack on Kate's lightly-haired twat. Jesus Christ! The fucking bottle was still sticking out of Kate's asshole! Trish grabbed it by the gut and began to jam it up and down the anal passage while she fed on her friend's clit and cuntlips. Honey juices filled her mouth, and she drank greedily, sucking and licking to get more of the sweet stuff.

She was pissing her own jizz into Kate's mouth, and through it all, Roger continued to bulldog her ass. God, she'd been such a fool to refuse Ken the privilege of cornholing her! Now that she'd finally tasted a cock in her shitter, she knew she would do it again.

Oh, Jesus, why did Ken have to go away on business? She ached to be with him, to open her butt to _his_ cock, the way she had opened it to the cock of her best friend's husband.

But Ken would get it, as soon as he returned home. Mmmm, was he ever gonna get it!

She recognized the taste and feel of orgasm in Kate's cunt, and she spread the pussy wide, moving her face into the big wet pink gash. Her tongue wiggled up the hole, so deep she thought she could feel Kate's tonsils just ahead, and she gave the wine bottle one last deep plunge up her friend's asshole, putting the icing to Kate's cum-cake. The brunette woman's legs clamped around Trish's face and she thought she might smother in the musky wetness of the climaxing cunt at which she fed.

Roger's cock rammed harder, deeper. His strokes grew faster and faster as well, his rod moving so quickly she could hardly feel the friction -just the slam-bang as he hit the bottom of her shitchute, again and again.

She rocked her ass backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust, and each time she came forward again, she wiped Kate's hungry face with the wetness of her twat.

It was the fucking, not the sucking, that brought her to orgasm. She knew that as well as she knew that her name was Tricia. She felt the buildup in her guts, and then her ovaries erupted. Roger kept on feeding her asshole with his long hard cock, and she screamed into Kate's pussy, biting at the flesh on which she sucked.

Into her he thrust, hard, deep, and each stab made her body convulse afresh. Kate's mouth was glued to Tricia's clit, and the girlcum flowed from the raw hot gash. Still hard, Roger continued to fuck, and Tricia's orgasm intensified.

He came out of her asshole, finally, his cock still rigid, and he grabbed the two cunt-sucking women. "Something for you, girls," he said in a raw and hoarse voice. He sat them up, side by side, and he shoved his long red prick into their faces.

"Finish me now," he commanded.

Without a second thought, Tricia fed his cock into her mouth. She gulped him hungrily, taking it all the way into her throat and washing him with her tongue as he moved in and out.

Kate was there for her share, and she stole the cock away from Trish, guzzling it down her own gullet. She smiled and beamed as she sucked on her husband, and Tricia was sure she had never seen Kate looking so beautiful and sexy.

Glancing at the mirror, she realized that she wasn't looking so bad herself. Her body was glossy with sweat, and her hair was a mess, but the animal glow of sex absolutely radiated from her. She stared a long moment at herself, liking what she saw.

Kate's mouth was sliding up and down the length of Roger's cock. Trish moved down to capture his nuts, eating them while Kate sucked the shaft, but she found herself thirsting for the salty, meaty flavor of the real thing and she said, "Give me some of that or I'll rip your tits off!" Kate laughed and surrendered the cock. Trish drank it down her throat again, moaning as it penetrated her, sighing as she savored it.

She monopolized the dick, sucking it, kissing it, licking it, her tongue slithering up and down the barrel. Kate was licking the nuts, but Tricia wanted them too, and she took them. Then she went back up to the big knob, licking the droplets of jizz that bubbled from the slit, feeding the glans into her mouth so she could suck it hard and horny, her lips frictioning it, teasing it, coaxing it to give up the useless struggle.

"I want your cum," she told Roger, looking up at him with intent, dead-serious blue eyes, her lips fluttering against the red, wet point of his erected tool.

"Take it, then," he said, and his prick suddenly erupted in her face.

The spray of sperm drenched Trish. She gasped and squealed as the hot thick flow gushed onto her face. She licked the white stuff that ran down the shaft. She squeezed him in her eager fist, milking squirt after squirt from him.

It splattered her, and she could feel the hot viscous fluid oozing down her cheeks. She licked it from her chin, her upper lip. She ovaled her lips and fed the tip into them, jerking on the shaft to tease still more of the juice from his balls.

Kate was kissing Tricia, eating the sprayed cum off her skin, wangling the cock free so she could get another lick, another suck, a little swallow of fresh spurting goo for herself. As the cock began to go dry and limp, the two women crushed their mouths together and shared the salty slime they had sucked out of Roger.

I think, Tricia told herself with a smug satisfaction, that I am doing one hell of a job of loosening up!


Roger showered and dressed, running late for his appointment. He wasn't bitching about it. He'd gotten far too good a fucking.

"We should do this again," Trish said conspiratorially, lying on the bed with Kate. "I can use all the practice I can get, before Ken gets home. Oh, he's going to be so surprised and so excited when he finds out that I'm ready for him!"

"I think you were born ready," Kate replied, playing with a tit. "You just needed to find out about it."

"I'm not busy tonight," Trish suggested. "Maybe we could all have dinner at my place and then ... ?"

"No," Kate said, "Rog has a date tonight."

"You mean a business appointment?"

"I mean a date," Kate giggled. "He's been fucking that little receptionist at the office. She's a typical bleach-blonde airhead -oh, no offense, Trish! But she has no morals and Rog loves to get his dick in her. Don't look so shocked. I let him go out from time to time. You might have guessed that Rog and I have a _very_ open marriage. Your well fucked asshole should be proof of that, baby doll. Mmm, and I think you have one of my pussy hairs on your chin."

She slid a little closer, pressing her pointy-nippled tits against Trish. "On the other hand," she went on, "why should Rog have all the fun? You and I should do something tonight, too. A, we could drink a six-pack of wine cooler and then fuck ourselves with the empties while we watch porn tapes on the tube, or B, we could look for some adventure. What do you say?"

"Just what do you mean by adventure?" Tricia replied.