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... god that is gross!" Jen exclaimed andstarted working the bottle in and out again, relentlessly. Quick, short thrusts.

"Kate, have you ever had a drink called a blowjob?" she laughed, "I mean, the alcohol one With the whipped cream in the shot glass?" asked Jen.

Kate was pushing back into the bottle as it fucked her. "Yes. With the...Bailey's and...Kahlua."

"Yes, that's right, do you remember how to drink it? No hands?"

"Fuck. Are you...kidding me. Uh. Uh."

"Next shot, do it now!" Kate lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the rim of the cum filled shot glass. She looked at me as she tilted her head up, letting the cum run out of the glass and into her waiting mouth. The glass fell from her mouth and she lowered her head to the floor, fucking back against the bottle on the verge of an orgasm.

Jen yanked it out again and Kate screamed in frustration. "Do you want to orgasm, you cum slut?"

"Yes, please. I need to orgasm." Kate was looking straight at me, and I at her.

"You want the bottle back inside you?"

"Yes."

Jen held out the bottle so everyone but Kate could see. It was upside down. She placed the bottom of the bottle against Kate's pussy.

"Then push backward."

Kate pushed her ass back towards Jen but wavered when she felt the resistance. A moment of confusion turned into understanding. "Jen, it's the wrong..."

"It's not fuckin wrong! Get this in your pussy now!" Jen screamed. Kate thrust her body back against the bottle and ...

... little by little it slipped into her wet cunt. After a few moments, Jen was satisfied and said."Don't let it fall out."

Jen walked around to the front of Kate and picked up the last two shot glasses of cum.

"I'm going to pour these into your mouth, and you can't swallow them until you've crawled to the front door. If you don't turn around and show me a mouth full of cum before you leave, you lose the bet and Mike will give me the pics. You're going to crawl over to the door with that bottle in your dirty whore cunt. You want to cum? Fuck you. The only cum you get from me is right here, now open up.

Like a penitent receiving communion, she tilted her chin up and stuck out her tongue. Jen poured the last two shot glasses of cum into her waiting mouth, then Kate slowly crawled off the stage. She had a sheen of sweat covering her body, her hair hung down in shiny strands. As she crawled to the front door, careful not to let the bottle slip out of her pussy, her large breasts swayed, the nipples sometimes dragging on the floor. She passed me, and the mouth of the bottle stuck out from between her legs. I gathered her clothes and our wedding bands and followed behind her.

When she got to the entrance of Bucky's, naked, beaten, a different person than when we had walked in five or six hours ago, she stood and turned to the crowd, who now were all also standing. She opened her mouth, displaying the clotting cum, and swallowed it. Kate reached between her legs and pulled out ...