There wasn't an ounce of natural lubrication up my ass. To make it worse, Tiny's leftover cum had started to harden. With a thick cock plugged up my butt, the nuggets of congealed jism started to resemble gravel against my tender rectal lining. If he really had a ten-inch cock the fun was just starting.
"God, Tex, you pig," Glenda sputtered from my cunt. "I can feel your big, greedy dick all the way inside her pussy. You're practically crowding me out."
"Shut up and keep sucking," he replied. "Your tongue feels good against the head of my cock through that thin wall."
"Well, if you put it that way!" she laughed, and then went back to work. Soon her stiff tongue was filling my cunt as far as Tex was engorging my asshole with his prick.
Of course, she had reached her maximum, while he still had a long way to go. I guessed that Tex had about six inches remaining on his dick, and that I was going to have to sit on every one of them.
In the meantime, others had joined the feast of my naked body. Most particularly, as Tex reached the halfway point with his phallic insertion of my bunghole, somebody with a very big cock stuffed it down my throat.
Suddenly, just to breathe, I had to orally convulse enough to fuck him with my mouth. Unable to stop gagging, I could feel the friction taking hold that would eventually fill my belly with hot cum.
By now they were overlooking no useful part of me to satisfy their carnal desires. A hard-on materialized in each hand – I didn't know whether they belonged to the two guys sucking my tits, or somebody new in the pile.
Down below, Tex had made continuing progress in my ass during the interval of my attention to other violations of my body. When my focus was wrenched back, he had painfully reached my bowels with the swiveling end of his cock. I felt like I was being roto rootered.
The hilt wasn't far away. He made another thrust and he had it. His hairy balls scratched against the outer petals of my anal rosebud because all the cock in front of them was being squeezed by ass.
Then, just when I thought nothing could be as painful, something was. Suddenly, in a flash of pain, my awareness was transferred from my ass to my respiratory system.
The guy fucking my mouth had started to kill me with his jack-hammering cock. Literally kill me. I hadn't breathed in so long I was certain I was turning blue. His cock was down my throat so far my teeth were tangled with his pubic hairs.
Abruptly, my senses wheeled back to my ass. Tex was pistoning away in it now, making his tool white-hot with the furious action. On the verge of coming, he was tearing my butt to pieces.
Boom, my attention returned to my distended gullet. The hard-on pumping away in it was getting ready to come, too.
I started to ride a sensory pendulum back and forth between my mouth and ass. The cocks fucking each of them competed for my attention like two boys showing off in a schoolyard. Only these were cruel boys – the kind who tear wings off flies.
Or fuck helpless women in the ass and mouth with human telephone poles.
Ass-mouth – ass-mouth, I wildly switched my focus back and forth. I couldn't help but wonder which one would come first. It was nuts, but the foolish competition had hooked me as an avid spectator.
Ass.
Mouth.
Ass.
Mouth.
Mmmmmmm, a cock in each. Getting fucked in the ass and mouth at once by two big, thick cocks.
They were both in me all the way. Both big, strong cocks. Cocks!
It had turned from terrible to wonderful. For his final strokes up my ass, I was providing Tex's cock with some natural lubrication. My anus was suddenly gooey with arousal. In my mouth, I was manufacturing so much gooey spit that my throat was wetter than a cunt.
Sucking.
Fucking.
Suddenly the contest was over. It was a dead heat. Both cocks came at once! Sperm was shooting up my ass pouring down my throat.
"Oh, look, they've both come all over her!" somebody yelled. "It's gushing out of her ass like Tex's cock ruptured a valve in there." They all agreed I was a mess.
I just tuned them all out. Right now all I cared about was what I felt inside.
And that was ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. It was a unique sensation I couldn't help but savor.
Then both pricks softened and pulled out of me. Glenda dropped her tongue to my asshole and lapped up the goo leaking out. Above, I took care of every drop of the other cock's ejaculation with my own hunger for cum.
Then, long forgotten, the two dicks I'd been automatically masturbating seized my attention. Coming, too, they splattered my body with a rich coating of creamy spunk.
A canopy of mouth fell on my torso to lick it off. My belly and tits felt rubbed raw from so many rough tongues.
When all the sperm was gone, signaling the completion of the first wave of the assault, new bodies took the places of the old. The only holdover from before was Glenda – sitting on my mouth with her wide-open pussy and urging me to fuck her with my tongue. I did.
The newcomers were doing such things as plugging my cunt with a bologna-sized cock and stuffing a fist up my ass. Some dude had hid his thick tool between my tits and then squeezed them together. Now he was fucking them.
It didn't take long for even my arm pits to become attractive cock-receptacles. Two guys approached me from either side, clamped my arms down, and slipped their long pricks into the twin cleavages of rib and bicep.
In one hand a flowing muff had ensnarled my fingers with its curling tendrils. It was soggier than I thought a cunt could get. The clitoris was so supercharged, it felt like I was pushing the wrong end of a nail.
The other hand grasped a by-now standard model cock. Thick. At least ten inches long. Typical for this crowd.
The only place left was my navel. Yes, I'm not kidding, my Goddamn belly button.
Some guy had placed the head of his dick in my abdominal dimple. He got it so deep that, when he was really pressing, I could feel the flange at the rear of the three-inch phallic crown.
Now that all my possibilities were fully covered, it was time to start really rolling. I'd already lost count of the sex organs of others I was servicing – in such chaos the only sensible thing to do was relax and enjoy one's mass rape.
The great thing of having Glenda's twat in my mouth, rather than a cock down my throat, was that I could talk if I wanted to. That meant I could call instructions down to my abductors – telling them just where and how I wanted it. They always cooperated.
"Jam your knuckles tighter in my ass," I would urge. "Shove that cock into my womb."
Or: "Rub my titties raw with that smoking prick."
And on, and on, and on. I was getting ripped apart in every direction and loving it.
Inside I was coming like crazy. Not only had I proved I could come with either men or women, now I was spectacularly getting my rocks off with a whole group of them at once. I knew it was degrading to be the plug hoard in gang sex, but I felt blessed.
The more cock I got up my pussy, the more I wanted. Same with the bruising knuckles in my asshole.
I prayed my sensitive tits would bleed from too much phallic scraping. My armpits were mentally projected for a similar fate.
My tongue was up Glenda's gaping twat to the root. The tip could tickle parts within her so sensitively I treated myself to an oral lesson in vaginal anatomy.
My hands did the most they could for the genitalia at their command. I was fist-fucking the pussy now, jacking off the cock with piston-like strokes.
We were going to town. Ripping it up. There was no need any more for me to croak instructions. We had the act down perfect.
We were God knows how many people, fucking and sucking and jerking and feeling in perfect synchronization. We were a miracle – a perpetual motion machine of sex.