All The Way

Danielle was a sneak.

It wasn't her turn but she convinced Cord to do her on my special day.

Danielle had told anyone who'd listen that her dream of being impaled made her crazy horny. She was the girl who slumped in a corner when other girls were being done and masturbated like a mad thing as she watched with hungry eyes. She got off on guttings, but it was impalements that revved her up, and she begged our Elders to choose her next during every orgy after throating their cocks. But they kept putting her off because she was so eager, and being eager made her fun to play with and fuck.

This month's special Friday fell on a long weekend, so the lead-up was longer than usual. That suited me fine, because I enjoyed the longer celebration, priming myself for my turn on the table to take my spit all the way up.

Mama is going to do me, and sister Andrea is going to help.

A few of us noticed Pete's son Cord and Danielle sneak off behind the gazebo, and just before they disappeared from view we saw Danielle pulling down her shorts revealing her pale bum.

We knew something was up; if she just wanted to fuck Cord, she would have done it in the open like everyone else, not sneak off where no one could see.

Danielle was panting and moaning when we got behind the gazebo and saw the spit was already deep inside her; her anus loose and sloppy around the wooden shaft.

She wasn't wasting any time and neither was Cord.

I could smell her sexual funk from six feet away and her voice had already become desperate, the tip of the spit putting pressure on her stomach, a small puddle of regurgitated fruit punch under her face. When she burped and lowered her face to into the dirt, she started rocking back on the spit and I knew this wasn't edge play and shiver-bumps rippled up my bum and back.

She was going for it. It was supposed to be my Friday and she was trying to steal it.

That she was so aroused without any foreplay or prep told me she'd spent a sleepless night thinking about this as she edged herself. Cord kept pushing deeper as he fucked her with the wooden shaft and when she spasmed, gagged, and hiccuped it told me he was prodding her stomach, teasing her. She started curling her body, wanting to line the spit up inside her.

Danielle burped, this one wetter, and her panting became raw, moving her body to centre it on the spit. I saw Cord changing the angle slightly as Danielle arched her back, letting him line it up for the money shot.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck." she gasped breathlessly as the tip moved inside her, "Yeah."

I watched her belly reacting to this deep, deadly fuck; gripping tight and flat, her muscles rippling as the spit bulged inside her, then pressing her belly outward, loose and flaccid, swallowing Cord's wooden shaft deeper.

Her last 'yeah' sounded determined, so I knew she was feeling things she'd never felt before and wanted it all. She quivered, the spit's sharpened tip now lined up in her colon and pressing her stomach.

"Yeah!" Danielle gasped again, then; "Give it to me. Give it to me." and Cord gave it to her.

"Fuck! Yeah!" she cried out and heaved as the spit punctured her stomach, "Ugh ... hawwww ..."

Her thighs quivered and she began humping her spit like a dog in heat. Good god, she wanted this so badly.

"... fuck ... okay ..." she gasped as her eyes opened wide in sudden realization; she knew this was it, that the spit was about to be pressed home and she was committed to it, her core already too wounded to survive.

Cord pushed it deep then and Danielle burped and was suddenly regurgitating her scrambled eggs as Cord ran it through her stomach and into her gullet.

Danielle was shaking, her body curled from her heaving and convulsing, squeezing her trembling thighs together, bum cheeks slick around the shaft fucking her. I'm pretty sure she started cumming right then, and I'm sure for her it lasted longer than the build-up had.

But when Danielle's puking eased a bit she let out a very feminine whimper that sounded so hopeless it almost made me cry.

I'd heard this hopeless sound before - despite her pussy clenching and squeezing milky girl cum during her rolling orgasms, she knew her exquisite and terrible ecstasy was almost over and knowing that broke her heart. She wanted more like so many girls taking the spit want more; (like I hope I will want more); enduring the painful intrusion of her belly to achieve that final ecstasy. She was nearing the climax of her intense convulsive orgasms and feeling it begin to lose its intensity, I'm sure she'd sell their soul for one more minute of life to relish the last thing she would ever feel.

But her throat spasmed around the spit and knowing she was starting to die, she moved her face away from her puddle of sick and collapsed, her pussy still clenching and oozing.

Cord followed her down as she stared at the dirt in front of her face, her mouth open and slack, drooling vomit.

"She said she didn't want to wait." Cord told us as he slowly stroked the spit inside her, Danielle's convulsions slowing to shudders before she slumped limp, her belly loose and flaccid.

"She didn't want any sappy good-byes."

Even with her body limp and belly like a sack of jello. her eyes were still open and staring. Cord continued to slowly fuck her with the spit on the chance she was still feeling it as her brain function faded. I knelt beside her and stroked her cheek softly.

"Good for you, Danielle. I hope it was everything you wanted it to be." I told her, "You're loved and you'll be missed." I don't know if she heard me or not, but a single tear slipped from one of her eyes and slid down the bridge of her pale nose.

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