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I remembered Shilo asking desperately if the video was recording as she prepared to to be spit-fucked to the last orgasm she would ever have as Brandan kept swinging his spear around, saying he's going to kill a grizzly with it and everyone but me laughed.
Brandan is a fool. There isn't a grizzly within a hundred miles of this lakeside campsite where all us ne'er-do-wells hang out in summer to get high, drunk, and sexed up.
It's not even a spear, just a long wooden closet rod he's belt-sanded to a point. And everyone but me was laughing because I stared at it with an old fascination that simmered in my belly for years.
The outlaw video of Shilo that impregnated me with a perverse lifelong desire was her drunk and willing to get herself impaled in a playground at night. Face down in the wet grass, she took it up the ass from two women while others watched and videoed her. I felt that video deep in my core when she started gagging, then gurgling as she sicked-up the booze in her belly. But what rattled me was when she grunted that she was cumming as she was skewered. Shilo was in full orgasm as that spit punctured her stomach and slid up her gullet, silencing her voice forever as she convulsed and pissed herself in her final ecstasy.
I never got Shilo and her final orgasm out of my mind after I watched it and often masturbate belly down in my bed imagining it was my bumhole that got spit-fucked so deep; my stomach that convulsed as the spit punctured it; my gullet that heaved every ounce of fluid up out of my belly as I died cumming.
I tried to imagine the intensity of an orgasm with a long sharp shaft pumping inside my guts. Young Shilo was cumming until she flopped facedown into the puddle of her own sick-up, and one of the girls watching said wistfully; "I need it. I need it bad."
I always wondered if that girl and the one she was talking to took their turns in that playground that night, and I wondered if they came like Shilo did; sicking up, cumming, and squirming around a spit relentlessly fucking her belly.
I hadn't planned what I would do this morning, but staying up most of the night fucking and sucking like so many girls camped with us did. I took it up the ass from the boys in our camp site and sucked them off afterward tasting my own ass on their cocks. My nocturnal orgasms were light and fluttery and in my secret heart I knew I was saving my full release for the morning.
I loved gagging on their cocks, feeling my stomach curl when they pumped my throat and imagining Shilo gagging on the rigid spit sliding up her throat. I swallowed their cum like the greedy whore I am, all the time fantasizing that as Shilo spewed her belly empty it felt like cum jetted inside her from the infernal wooden cock fucking her to death.
I always get horny when I don't get enough sleep, so this morning I'm feeling squirmy and hovering over an orgasm and ready for anything. So maybe I did plan this on a subconscious level.
The first thing I do after the sun rises was to take two hits of molly and feel myself getting hornier as my body grows warm. I go for a swim in the lake to cool off, fingering my loose bumhole to make sure I'm clean inside. Then I walk back up into camp wearing just my top, showing off my bare bum for all to see. The people camped around us are just waking up and watching me.
Slugging back gulps of white wine until my belly sloshes with it, I pick up Brandan's spear and run my fingers up and down the shaft. He'd sanded it velvet smooth and the tip is deliciously sharp.
"Getting some horny ideas?" Brandan asks, leering at me.
"Yeah." I say and tell the boys about the video I'd watched; the girl named Shilo who took a spit up her bum and died cumming with it in her gullet and how it turned me on
"You always were a horny little thing." Trevor says.
"Holy fuck." says Alan.
"Righteous." says Brandan.
"And you're thinking of doing it?" Trevor asks.
"I could be persuaded." I tease him.
"Love to see you try." he says
I dig into our cooler for the tub of margarine, scoop a handful and grease the shaft from the tip downward to about the length from my bum to my throat.
"Was it quick or slow?" Trevor asks me, and I can see his cock swelling inside his swim trunks.
"Was what quick or slow?"
"The girl in the vid."
"Shilo got a sweet slow fuck all the way up inside her." I tell them, "They made sure she was cumming and sicking-up at the end."
"I'll do it." Brandan says, but I don't trust him so I shake my head.
"Trevor?" I look him in the eyes and he smiles.
Now I'm on my hands and knees, my bare bum high and proud, my nipples tingling as they rub against the inside of my wet top, my cunt loose and slippery; ready for a deep final fucking it will never get.
Alan steadies my bum as Trevor eases the spit inside my bumhole making it open wide. It feels thicker than I imagined, probably because it's so rigid. I let my belly sag, becoming round and soft with its liquid weight, eager for the invasive penetration to come and hungry for the sensations that Shilo felt.
The people in the next campsite are gathered, watching, talking amongst themselves, unable to look away. I have an audience and feeling their eyes on me sends shiver-bumps over my soft belly and the insides of my thighs. I want them to watch. I want them to see me lose control when the spit pushes impossibly deep inside me. I want them to remember the girl who gave her life willingly for the best fuck of her life.
Trevor begins to slow fuck me with Brandan's spit. It feels so foreign and wonderful slithering back and forth inside my rectum. I press back against each slow push wanting it deeper, wanting it to fill me, wanting to feel what Shilo felt. And I now know why Shilo was so eager; this is the beginning of a soul-crushing fuck that only the most insanely adventurous girls will experience.
Feeling the sharp tip scraping inside the rolling folds of my bowels is electric and as those folds straighten I feel the tip pushing deeper inside me, moving under my belly button now. I've never been penetrated this deep and the invasive presence inside my belly is creeping toward overwhelming.
"... mnagh ... mnagh ... hahh ... hahh ..." is all I can manage to express how it feels to be fucked so thoroughly and with each slow push inside me I want more. I want to be overwhelmed; I want to feel every inch of this wooden cock as it uncoils my guts, I want to savour my body's reaction to being impaled by this thick shaft pumping inside me and up my gullet.
Oh god, I want it so bad.
I cry out as I feel the pressure building under my stomach, rocking back against the spit, wanting more; so much more. I feel the sharp bite in my belly as the tip begins to cause damage, then the push of tangled bowels against my stomach, curling it in reaction to the internal pressure of this infernal fucking. Foamy saliva and white wine gurgles up my gullet and I swallow it back down, knowing this is just foreplay. When I push back against it the pressure spikes and I burp wetly then return to making animal sounds as Trevor continues to fuck me.
Yes, Trevor, keep fucking me. Fuck me like Shilo got fucked.
"Yeah!" I cry out, "Yeah!" then pressing back once more feeling how close it is to giving me the intensity Shilo felt and I crave it now; I want it all now.
"Give it to me." I gasp, desperate now; "Give it to me!"
And Trevor gives it to me.
I gurgle deep in my gullet as the tip dimples my stomach, then gag hard feeing it puncture that tight, wine-filled sac, virgin no more to the spit sliding inside its tender tissues as Trevor keeps fucking me.
When the peak hits, it hits hard.
In a blinding rush I'm cumming like I've never came before; a total body orgasm, intestines squirming around this hard shaft like wounded snakes, my belly skewered from bumhole to gullet; wine and foamy spit burbling up my throat as my belly convulses in orgasm, emptying my punctured stomach like a cock ejaculating cum in wet convulsive heaves that spray past my flaccid lips onto the grass under my face.
I feel my bumhole prolapse around the moving spit, feel my clit buzzing as I piss hard, both ends of me emptying my body of fluids. There is no panic of not being able to breathe, just the ecstatic clenching orgasm that pulses the length of my core as I erupt around the wooden rod moving in my gullet, fucking my very soul. I can feel every inch of it as it stretches my rectum and rides so sweetly in my throat.
My heart aches with love for Shilo in this moment of insane pleasure. I love her like a sister as I share what she willingly had done to her in that playground so long ago; experiencing this exquisite storm in her belly as I am now revelling in it, my bum quivering still held high and proud. And like her, as my orgasm crests I flop face down into the puddle of my own sickness, slick and wet against my cheek as I cum and cum and cum ...
... oh Shilo ... sweet girl
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