Jon and Me 5
Sometimes, some rare times, a single orgasm is not enough. Even after I came, the lust within my body just intensified. I knew Barry's fist was deep inside me somewhere and I had to explore that some more. Even though swallowing the shit Jon was pushing into my mouth with his tongue was thrilling, I needed more. My nipples were unbelievably stretched, causing exquisite pain, but surely they could take more.
In this position I was as far down on Barry's arm as I could get, but at least my feet were now resting on the floor. I tried standing some, but legs were a little shaky. I pleaded with Jon and Barry to help me take more, help me get up. I didn't anticipate Jon would do so by pulling me up by nipples though. He stood straighter and I lost him feeding me shit, mouth to mouth, but it was enough for me to get my feet back up on the chair seat, and for Barry to get off his knees.
Barry was able to get under me somewhat and I started to bounce and rotate a little bit on his arm, exploring the possibility of taking more. By keeping my hands on my belly I could feel his fist shifting inside of me as I moved, gauging where he was inside my body. He began to push me up with his muscular arm and this, coupled with Jon lifting me by nipples eventually lifted me high enough so my feet came off the chair. Now I was impaled on Barry's arm, but he wasn't going any deeper. My legs dangled freely again but so massive was his upper forearm that my ass was not expanding enough to sink further down his arm. If felt like it was the bones of my pelvis that kept me from sinking down, not the inability of my anal ring to stretch that much.
I was pleading with them to get that arm in me more deeply. I wasn't near satisfied, in my lust driven state there were no limits. We decided it would probably work better if I was bent over the bed, so they lowered me back down. My nipples were bigger than ever, swollen unbelievably, long and thick. I loved that as I moved around, Barry was still inside me. I thought that his was the way it should be, that I could spend the rest of my life walking around with Barry's arm up my ass.
I bent over the bed with Barry behind me, my face next to that huge pile of shit. I asked Jon if he would get in front of me, his ass towards me so I could eat him out. There it was that huge asshole. Those long ass lips jutting out, an anal volcano begging for my tongue. Resting one hand on the small of Jons back I reached over to grab a handful of shit to spread on Jons anus but changed my mind and instead reached between his legs. I grabbed his cock and used it like a trowel. I plunged it into the side of the pile, careful not to disturb his turd that still stuck out of the top of the mound. I used it to paint his ass with a thick coating of shit. I had to do this several times before he had a good inch thick layer. After licking his cock clean I began working my way through the shit rind I had just put there.
I felt bad about not being able to share the crap with him, but in the positions we were in, it just wasn't possible. I would open my mouth and use my upper teeth to scrape shit off of him. Then my tongue would dislodge the shit piled behind my teeth and I would chew it, sometimes squeezing it out between my lips before sucking it back in. I would only half fill my mouth at times, working it until it was almost a liquid, then let it flow down my throat. Other times I swallowed it as firm shit, working my throat to force it down. I loved the idea of large chunks of hard shit floating in my stomach, working its way through my digestive tract, to be shit out and then consumed again.
Meanwhile Barry was standing behind me working on my ass. He had initially started slowly, rotating his fist while gently trying to work it deeper. He would pull back a bit, then move it back in. Gradually he began to arm fuck me more strenuously. Pulling out further before plunging back in, my body began to move in rhythm with his thrusts. He is a powerful guy and my puny weight of 115 pounds was like the weights he regularly used in the gym. I could feel his rock hard cock occasionally poking me in the butt as he moved back and forth. This also had the benefit of mashing my face into Jons ass. I loved the feel of his long thick ass lips spreading over my face as Barry shoved me against him. Every once in a while he would pull back until he was only wrist deep, then slide his cock inside also and fuck me briefly that way.
The problem was that he just wasn't making much headway. Every so often I had the chance to feel my belly and gauge the depth and he wasn't going much, if any, deeper. As hard as he was trying, I had the feeling that he was holding back, not wanting to hurt me. I was long past worrying about that. The need in me for getting it all, going past any rational limits was too strong. I had only one focus, to try and satisfy the lust that was controlling me.
I moaned for him to fuck me harder I needed him to brutally fuck my ass. He began to really let go, yanking his fist out my ass then jamming it back in. It was heaven! My ass was rolling in and out, widely stretched, then collapsing on his wrist before opening up again as it climbed up his forearm. He began to lift me off my feet as he drilled ever harder into me. For thrust after thrust I would be suspended on his arm, my legs swinging wildly.
I had to stop rimming Jon and eating more shit off him so I could brace myself against Barry's attack. I put one outstretched arm on the bed, and one on Jon's ass. I loved the feel of Jon's ass on my hand. For someone reason that pooched out asshole was an amazing turn on. It was so huge, there was so much flesh, that I just loved it. As I was being savagely rocked back and forth, I couldn't help myself, I plunged my hand inside him. I reached around his hip with the hand that had been braced on the bed and grabbed his cock for support, yanking it wildly as I hung on. The other hand went deep inside. I let the pummeling I was getting from Barry be the driving force to fist fuck Jon. For a few minutes we were all linked, in sync with each other.
Barry was tiring though and slowing his frantic fucking of my body. He let my body down until I was again supporting myself with my legs. I could hear him gasping for air, his body slick with sweat. He leaned across my back and scooped a huge handful of shit and one last time shoved his hand inside me just to the wrist. Then he stuck his cock in alongside his arm and fucked himself through his shitty hand. It only took a few thrusts before he began to cum, dumping his load in my ass. As he subsided he fell across my back. His chest and belly sliding wetly up my body. I could feel his heart pounding on my back. He rested there a bit, leaving his shit coated hand and cock, mixing with his cum, inside my ass. Then I began to feel a warmth down there, unsure what was happening before I realized that he was pissing inside me.
I was happy for him, that he had gotten some relief. When he was ready to pull out he warned me, telling me to close off my ass ring so I wouldn't lose anything. I wasn't sure how well I would be able to do this after the fist fucking I had just gotten, but would try. Slowly he backed out and I bore down as best as I could, trying to seal all of him inside me.
Immediately Barry glued his mouth to my ass. I could only imagine how battered my ass must look. It felt sort of sore, but in a good way. Like it was evidence of getting fisted hard and deep. I knew what he wanted so relaxed my ass a touch not wanting to flood him with his piss and cum plus our shit. He sucked my asshole, filling his mouth, and I clamped back down. I could feel his piss inside me, rumbling and gurgling.
He crawled up on the bed next to Jon. My fist was still working Jon's ass. As Barry planted his mouth on Jon's, letting the waste from my body flow into his mouth, I attempted to get Barry's cock in my mouth. I may not have been that experienced in many things but I thought I was a pretty good cocksucker. Unfortunately I couldn't get into a good enough position to suck off more that just the end in my mouth. I cleaned that part off thoroughly but as usual was greedy and wanted it all. Still, what an incredible taste, the shit, the cum, the piss, all blending together.
Barry went back to my ass for another helping. He got another mouthful but pulled away before I could close off. A shot of slop caught him in the face and over his head. This time he unloaded it in my mouth. Stupidly, I didn't try and savor it, but let if flow down my throat. I had to settle for licking his face clean then trying to suck off what I could from his hair.
Barry then took my hand, pulled it out of Jon and told me to lie under Jon. I did, my cock just below Jon's face, my face below his crotch. I settled Jon's cock along my chest, his balls brushing my chin. Barry had me wrap my arms around the outside of Jon's legs, reach up and stretch his asshole apart, two fingers of each hand hooked into his anal ring. I stretched Jon apart, that massive ass gathered up, leaving a gaping tunnel open to Barry. He wasted no time in scooping up handfuls of shit and cramming it into Jon's ass.
I was like a dog being tossed biscuits. Every time some shit would drop down I would thrust my mouth out to catch it. Soon my mouth was full and I let shit stay there, breathing though my nose, letting the juice that was created as the shit dissolved, slowly drain into my stomach.
I was watching as Barry packed Jons ass. In short order his hand was going in more shallowly as Jon was getting filled. All that remained was the giant turd that used to be up my ass. Barry finally forced as much as he could in, but some was sticking out a few inches. I released Jons ass and moved down to stroke his cock, getting it harder for the next event, one that we both had been waiting for, him fucking me.
Jon got up and knelt at the end of the bed, his butt crammed with shit, as I got on my hands and knees in front of him. He took his cock, placed it against my ass and began to push. It was quickly apparent that it wasn't going in. Despite the reaming I had gotten from Barry, it was just to big. He pushed harder, but all that happened was that I slid up the bed, leaving tracks where my hands and knees plowed through all the shit scum. I felt so bad for disappointing Jon, but didn't know what I could do. I know he wanted to get his cock in me almost as much as I wanted t inside of my body. So I asked Barry to sit above me, I got in front of him on my back, my head resting against his chest. This way I could watch it trying to get inside. Jon began to try again and I wiggled my butt around, trying to get the right angle to let him in, and it worked!
Not that he just slid into me all of a sudden but I knew it was at the right angle. I told Jon to push hard. It was amazing to see how huge he was. No part of my asshole was remotely visible. It looked like a leg was trying to force its way in. But I knew we could do it, I just knew. He pushed harder and my ass gave just a bit. He still wasn't entering me, but at least my asshole was opening a bit. As it opened, the last of the piss mixture came shooting out. This must have allowed me to relax more because I opened further. He kept the pressure up, his cock bending in a long arc. Slowly I opened up, a bit at a time. I felt as open as when I took Barry's huge fist. Jon's cock head still covered all of my opening, but beneath it I could feel myself expanding.
I was so stretched. I could feel Barry bracing himself to keep me from sliding up the bed. The bed was awfully slimy and he wasn't able to prevent Jon from pushing the two of us up the bed a little, but not much. My asshole was on fire now, quite painful, but in an erotic, lustful way. I'm not sure how to describe it, but the more stretched I was, feeling like I was going to be ripped apart, the more exciting it was. It felt like my pelvis was being spread apart, but that if I could only get him inside I would be fine.
I took one of Jon's hands in my two hands and pulled hard, trying to offer as much resistance to his pushing as I could. I wasn't sure but it looked like the head of his cock had penetrated me a tiny bit. As we worked more and more I became sure of it. He was going in, he was getting inside, stretching me open enough so that the head of his cock was peeping into my ass. Then he entered me. Not by much, maybe half an inch, but I thought I could see my anal ring, stretched and glistening around his cock. We worked even harder, me pulling hard on his arm while he pushed frantically.
Finally I had to take a break. Sweat was rolling down my body. I could see tracks in the dried shit coating me where the sweat had run down. My ass felt like it was spread open a foot. After a minute I was ready to start again. We began working anew, determined that he would enter me, and it was working, as I now probably had half his head inside. I'm sure I was compressing his cock head quite a bit, nothing could be so hard that it could resist the pressure of my horrendously stretched anal ring. I gritted my teeth and pulled with all the strength I had and his cock head collapsed inside me. The first hurdle passed!
Now it became easier. I was able to let go of his arm and rest against Barry as Jon pushed in deeper. All three of us were watching the advance of Jon's cock through my body. It snaked it way slowly in. It wasn't easy, but required much less effort than before. Relentlessly he ground his way in. We could actually see the ridge at the back of the head moving sinuously under my skin. It was like I had a tunnel running up my belly. I watched transfixed as the head approach my belly button, then slid past, inexorably bulling its way deeper into my body. I had no idea what organs were being pushed out of the way, moved aside for this beast entering me.
He was further in than Barry had gotten his fist in. Jon said that this was further than he had ever gotten inside someone, and he still had more to go. The head approached my rib cage, then dove under it and we lost sight of him advancing. There was just this long tunnel starting a bit above my crotch and extending under my rib cage. I was finding it hard to breathe, having to take short shallow breaths as his cock pressed against my lungs. Then he was all the way inside me, his pubic hair covering my balls.
I was delirious. I couldn't believe it. I was just one all consuming body of lust, centered on my vastly stretched and open asshole. Jon paused for a moment, then began to back out. As he did, the head of cock reappeared under the tight skin of my abdomen and reversed its bath through my body. As he backed out it was clear how stretched I was, my ass was being pulled out with his cock. It stretched out a couple of inches, grasping tightly around his massive cock.
Fortunately he didn't try to go all the way out, but stopped short of pulling the head out. He fucked back up my belly, burying himself deep inside me again, then out. Long slow strokes, well over a foot long. He picked up speed, now genuinely fucking me. I reached down and grasped Barry's hands, bracing myself, holding on. Jon picked up more speed and his cock was flying back and forth inside me. Every time he lunged forward he would push the air out of my lungs and I would exhale loudly.
I couldn't have imagined my body could take this abuse, but it did, building my excitement, my lust for Jons cock ever higher. Jon was panting like some huge engine, building to a release of his cum. I was feeling the same way, working towards a massive orgasm. He kept pounding into me, his face grimacing almost in pain but generated by passion. He kept going seemingly endlessly. His eyes tightly shut as he worked, staying on the edge, not seeming like he could get closer to cumming with out blasting inside me, but he didn't cum, he just raped me more brutally.
I was loving it! Finally I realized that my ass was gripping him so tightly he was having trouble cumming. Part of me wished he wouldn't cum, that he would pound me like this forever, and part of me needed release, to explode. It was exquisite. Sweat was flying off him and spattering me. His cock tearing through me was a blur, ramming up and down under the flesh of my belly. I felt on the verge of passing out when with a roar he exploded inside me. He was about half inside me and I could see his cock pulsing as loads of cum poured inside me. He grabbed my cock, and barely touching it, I exploded as well. My cum shot up my chest, then higher, hitting Barry then arcing long spurts into the air. Jon was filling my belly. His cock was visibly pulsating under my flesh, swelling my abdomen with his cum.