1. An ancient spell. Part 1
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just hit the pussy ... Well? Argue back, now hold? At least 10 seconds?

- Ten seconds? Do not hold!

Kesha picked up the fallen bottle and put it in me again, while I no matter what, I wheezed twice with pleasure, first when his fingers rudely spread her lips, and then when they pushed the neck back into the vagina. I didn’t want to receive the belt through the crotch, so I, burning with the humiliation that I had, strained the muscles of the vagina on the narrow neck. Of course it was not easy, especially considering that my body was hanging in a crucified form, and my legs were altogether spread apart in a string.

The bikers started the countdown, while I, moaning, tried to keep the bottle in me. I was crying because the neck was gradually slipping out of the wet hole, delivering a perverse pleasure with its slow motion, but in the end, just on the “Ten” account, the bottle fell again to the floor, and my throat depicted something like “A-a-ahhh” »Due to the fact that the last centimeters of the bottle has accelerated, having pulled through my body with a bright spark of pleasure.

“Go back a ton,” Kesh grinned, and then he turned his attention to me: “Look, the bitch is not childish.” The girl is just super: beautiful, fair, and even so hot, not for nothing, Vedmed fucks her all the time.

The biker came up to me and, mercilessly planting a couple of fingers into the vagina, began to fuck me with crazy speed. I portrayed with my throats “A-ya-a-yaaaa”, which should have meant “Still more”, but the bikers did not seem to understand me, and they decided to continue playing.

- What do you think, but will she hold the bottle in her ass? - Amanita musingly asked, looking at how my breasts violently heave after a short petting.

- Yes, easy, if you do not want to get on pussy. Hold on, girl?

I hurriedly nodded my head, terrified of my own body, because the desire to get at least a narrow neck of the bottle in my ass caused a new fit of arousal. However, nothing depended on me at all in this situation: Amanita raised a bottle, all in my juices and without the slightest resistance literally stuck it in the anus. I gasped and bent, vibrating with my whole body ...

But the bikers didn’t intend to stop there, having only watched a little as the slender figure of a woman crucified by them trembled with desire, when a bottle inserted into the ass was seen from under it. I, with horror and anticipation, at the same time expected that they would think up more ... And they came up with!

- And argue, I will attach the bottle to her boobs? - asked Kesh, referring to his friend.

- Stick, or what?

- No, without glue, belts and anything like that. Only bottle and chest.

- I bet!

Kesh disappeared from sight, and when he appeared, he had an armful of empty bottles in his hands and a large box of matches, such as these are called tourist - long and thick. To begin with, he put the bottles under me and grinned:

- Look, Amanita, and learn!

He took one bottle, turned it upside down, lit a match, and for a few seconds poked a fire into the neck, preventing it from extinguishing. And then he quickly leaned the neck hole against my nipple.

“Aaargh! ...” said my throat, because the biker's actions burned my lustful essence with a whip: according to sensations, under the action of a vacuum in the bottle, the nipple was literally pulled inside. I felt that the ring of the neck was digging into the delicate skin, the area in the bottle was poured into a ball, and the nipple itself swells incredibly, causing sweet pain.

My breathing became frequent-frequent, with bursting moans, because these humiliating actions put my body on the verge of orgasm, and I was afraid to finish: this could lead to the bottle falling, and how it would punish me, it was scary to even think.

So I hung in the splits with legs and arms stretched, with bottles in the ass and on the nipple, with a frame bursting into my mouth ... and on the eve of an orgasm ... And Amanita, in addition, put another empty bottle under my crotch with the words :

- Wow, you're flowing like that!

I humbly shut my eyes - it was clear to me that moisture was seeping drop by drop from the vagina, dripping into the substituted neck ... And then the biker, without hesitation, knocked over what had flowed into my mouth. I choked, and my juices mixed with saliva ran down my chin, dripping into the hollow between my breasts ...

“Keep your ton,” Amanita put the money to his friend. - I want to try too.

He did the same manipulations as Kesh did a little earlier, and again I almost got stuck in an orgasm, already moaning out loud, because the second nipple was in the neck in the same way as the first, causing humiliating pleasure bordering on pain. Worse, the biker did not manage to burn all the oxygen in the bottle, and she pulled away. The newly widened nipple fell sharply, and my chest, after I was freed from the weight of the bottle, began to sway ... And I, having cried, still finished, feeling the ass falling on the neck of the bottle inserted into the anus.

However, the orgasm was not too strong and did not dampen the lust that had seized me in the most shameful way. And Amanita, having admired how a crucified woman wriggled in front of him, sucked the bottle to the second nipple again.

It was unbelievable, but nipples stretched under the action of vacuum, breasts, pulled down by the weight of bottle glass, neck in the ass - all this almost immediately brought me closer to orgasm. I could only ache in my throat, but bend, humbly suggesting my current vagina in the hope that the bikers would take care of them.

And they do. I could see that after all the manipulations with my body and after observing my orgasm, their members got up, but the bikers did not hurry to carry out my desire to get them into their holes. Now they were entertained by the fact that they had already pushed the bottle into the vagina without a bet, and I had to set records for their thundering, reckless reading and the jingle of touching glass when my body was twitching with pleasure. I tried to hold the neck of the bottle inside the vagina with all my might - on the one hand it made me moan and squirm, getting perverse pleasure, and on the other hand, if I did not set another record, I would get a crotch strap, now screaming from pain, which, alas , even for a moment I could not get rid of a mad desire ...

- Come on, girl! You can! - shouted Amanita, watching as the bottleneck slowly slips out of my wet hole, while Kesha was counting:

— 15... 16... 17... 18...

The bottle finally slipped away, Kesha caught it, looked at me, choking after one neck slid inside the vagina, waggling through a thin septum about the second - in the ass.

- Perhaps, I'm already tired of playing with her, let's just fuck her!

For the latter, everything was ready: an iron erection and a woman with thighs divorced to the limit and a moist vagina, invitingly open.

I finished again, barely felt like a real hot male tool entering me with one jerk. The first blow was so strong that the bottles on the nipples jumped, and then pulled them so that they almost tore off, strengthening my orgasm to transcendental heights. And when Kesha pulled out the second bottle from her ass and put a thick dick in her place, at once crucifying the hole sweetly, I simply hid myself on the straps and especially on two hard trunks, trying as much as possible to plant myself on them and extend the mind-blowing orgasm. ..

Fucked me for a long time, I lost all idea of ​​reality, constantly ending and ending, shaking bottles on my breasts and flying away from the sensation of two members practically rubbing inside each other, piercing me into some kind of absolutely incredible depth, the good of my posture is quite to this had ...

I woke up on the mats in the corner.From both holes flowed sperm, which I apparently generously pumped bikers in the end. I even felt a little hurt that I missed this moment, but the next second I drove away unworthy thoughts and with difficulty rose to my feet.

You are alive? - Strange as it may seem, genuine concern was heard in Natasha’s voice.

“Living and living,” I exclaimed, showing my dark angel my attitude to what had happened.

Well, well, otherwise I thought you would die from incessant happiness!

“Is that what is called now?”

What I liked - my dark angel snickerly giggled, speculatively rolling his eyes. - And now Vedmed will come ...

"ABOUT! Don't remind me of that, I groaned in my mind. - He, too, wants ... "

Well, right! It diversifies my leisure!

"And you thought about me?"

What do you want? Know to push the legs ... And by the way ... You have not heard, but the bikers told you not to report vedmedyu about this little incident ...

"Little?"

Well, you didn't have to strain yourself, the boys did everything for you ... And don't interrupt! So they said that they, of course, would get it, but they would definitely blow you away, and then they would make it a public bitch.

I only sighed heavily, agreeing with the arguments ...

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2 comments
  • Sergei (a guest)
    May 26, 2015 23:54

    Vika, you are superb as always. Super! Thanks for the sequel. Waiting for more)

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  • gaz (a guest)
    May 27, 2015 0:30

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