From Bow to Stern, the Ride Keeps Rolling

Chapter 67

Mariana went quiet, eyes wide, breathing heavy, a perverted shock on her face like she was hypnotized. She yanked open my closet in a hurry, grabbed my hairbrush with the long, thick wooden handle and rounded tip, our old partner in crime, and fished out a can of deodorant too, picking one of those short, fat ones. She turned both toward me, offering them up.

"Which one?"

"Both."

I had a plug that Diana had given me, but I'd never used it; it had to stay super well hidden in the closet and I never really liked the idea of using it anyway—I preferred things that could go deep, and the plug didn't. Actually, I'd never even tried it.

She nodded like she was taking orders. Pulled out the drawer, found a pack of condoms, tore open the first wrapper with her teeth. The snap of the plastic gave me chills. She unrolled the rubber over the brush handle carefully, using her fingers like it was a real dick. Ran her palm over it, smoothing it out, getting rid of any air bubbles. The latex gleamed. The smell hit right away, that sweet "chemical" scent that always punches me with memories right between the legs.

She ripped open another wrapper and capped the smooth top of the can. The rubber stretched nice and tight, and she tested the friction, sliding the covered tip along her own hand like she was tuning an instrument. I watched like a maniac, feeling my mouth water.

Me, lying there watching the prep, all I could picture was my stepdad's cock: thick, veins bulging, that head rubbing my edge before disappearing inside and filling me up until I felt my belly rise. My thigh shook on its own. I licked my lips, gripped the sheet with one hand. The air in the room felt thicker.

Mariana ran the covered can along her thigh, testing if the lid would come loose inside the condom, then pressed the tip against my knee from the outside, light, just so I could feel the temperature. Cold at first, then my body's heat won out. She didn't smile. Looked like she was in a trance, focused, like a high priestess of my filth.

"Wanna suck it?"

She pressed it close and I sucked on the rubber over the can, tongue swirling, getting everything shiny. I ran the same tongue over her thumb just because, I like the move. She breathed a little deeper. Made a fucking motion with the can in my mouth, slow, until it was slick. The sound that came out of my mouth was indecent.

"I'm gonna turn over."

I spread my legs and arched up. She pressed the smooth head at my entrance, top to bottom, and pushed straight in. It went in heavy, squeezing everything inside right from the start. The air caught in my chest and I gripped the mattress with my hand.

"Up front. Deep."

She sank it to the base against my mound. Full. No give. The weight of the cylinder buried deep pinned me in place. Every breath hit the same spot inside, hurting good, making my belly pull on the cylinder more.

"Hold it there. Don't pull out."

Mariana, obedient, kept the deodorant still and buried, constant pressure inside—it was wide, I needed a minute for my body to adjust to that thing. I wiggled a little, begging for more, but there wasn't any, just millimeters sticking out. When I moved, a wet, short, nasty sound came out, the kind that's perfect.

I had to breathe to speak.

"Now the brush."

"Cuz, that's not gonna fit, the can's already almost splitting you open, it won't go."

"It's in the back, Mariana!"

"Stick it in my ass!"

"But it's gonna smell like shit, Julia, I don't wanna do that."

"If you don't do it, I swear I'll shove the can up yours, come on, please!"

Reluctantly, she grabbed the wooden-handled brush already covered, brought it to the crease of my ass and pressed it against the hole. She spit on my ass; I felt the warm saliva drip and get spread over the latex. The shiver ran straight down my spine to my ass, which twitched wanting it and complaining at the same time. It hurt when it went in, had to stop, pull out and start over. The pain came hot, burning a little, and in the same second turned into good weight, nice pressure inside. I felt my ass giving way, opening, begging for more. I grabbed each cheek with my hands, spread everything and arched up, offering the path with pure horniness.

"Push!"

It came out ragged, half pain, half hunger.

The tip passed. Stung dry for a second and turned into a thick heat that made me moan low. The deodorant stayed planted up front the whole time, heavy at the bottom, poking the right spot and multiplying the pleasure. Meanwhile, the brush advanced from behind, an inch, another, no stupid rush, and each push pulled a dirty, short, honest sound from me. When half was in, I pushed back because my body demanded it: wanted more full, wanted to feel the ring hugging and the inside vibrating, wanted the shock of the front crashing with the back in the same rhythm.

"Shove it all in."

I didn't know how much of it was inside me, just felt my body begging for more. Full, filled, complete. Up front throbbed hugging the can, the bottom trembled around the brush, and the stretched perineum sent hot shocks up to my belly. Pressure from both sides, a nice weight in the center, my clit growling needy. No room to breathe. The bed creaked and I moaned ugly, happy.

"Now together. Hard up front and soft in back. Go."

She locked the deodorant buried up front, pressing at the bottom in that way that lights me up. With the brush, short back-and-forth in back, always on the same spot, twisting millimeters when I angled my hips. The noise got indecent: wet smack up front, dull thrust behind, and each hit pulled a heavy pleasure that vibrated inside and sparked back to my clit. I breathed deep, head empty, body on fire, feeling the wave build just right.

"Like that. Keep going, I'm ready, now faster."

The pressure added up. The skin between the two burned, but the good kind, that makes you beg for more. Each pump of the brush vibrated the buried deodorant. I felt the front tunnel pulse gripping the cylinder and my ass opening and closing to the rhythm of her hand.

"You're gonna cum."

She said it like I didn't know I was close.

"I'm gonna explode."

I moaned.

"Please, keep going."

There was an orgasm coming sideways, crooked, hard to explain. It rose from my feet, tingled in my hands, squeezed my belly and hit my ass and pussy at the same time, urge to piss, shit and cum all together, body losing resistance. Front pressed on the can, bottom opening on the brush, perineum stretched burning nice, clit growling. Became impossible to hold.

It crashed over. My body locked, I pushed front and back at once, swallowing the brush and driving the can to the bottom; the bed groaned loud, and a short, dirty scream ripped from my throat. The cum opened inside like a hot cut, ran down my belly, hit the perineum and exploded in a warm squirt dripping down my thigh; my ass bit the brush in strong pulses, my pussy hugged the cylinder hungrily, the clit burned under the skin and each spasm broke me into little pieces. She didn't stop: brush on the same spot, cylinder firm at the bottom, pressure just right, and that pulled another wave over the first; my hands gave out, arms shaking, legs wobbly, neck sweating cold, and I stayed arched from stubbornness and lust, feeling my abs contract, the ass suck, the front suck, everything closing and opening in an indecent rhythm that left me dizzy, blind with pleasure, scraping the air like someone saved and destroyed at the same time.

"Pause, pause."

I slapped the mattress twice.

"Stay still."

I breathed deep. Everything throbbed. Smell of rubber and sweat soaking the air.

"Don't pull out. Leave 'em there. Grab my phone."

"For what?"

Her voice came out disbelieving.

"You want a pic of your wrecked holes? You're crazy."

"Grab my phone, quick. Don't pull out."

Mariana got off the bed, went to the pocket of my skirt tossed on the floor and came back with the device.

"Open the camera."

My voice came out shaky.

"As soon as you pull the things out, you snap the pic."

The pleasure faded and the good pain took over, thick, heavy. I held both objects another second, body trembling, and said:

"Go. Back first. Slow."

The brush started coming out. Felt like I was shitting something thick. It scraped, burned, opened the path again and my ass vibrated all over, pleasure and pain mixed. When the tip passed, my ring closed with a snap.

"Now the deodorant. Slow."

The cylinder came out inch by inch, the front wall scraping the rubber. Cold air from the AC hit inside when it released and I shivered from neck to tailbone. Hot empty, open hole, throbbing in the perineum.

I spread my thighs with my hands, opened wider, dirty and exposed, depths shining, everything on display. Mariana aimed the phone. Flashes came, one after another, dry snap of the camera, my swollen pussy and dilated ass turning into a photo shoot.

"Get closer."

I ordered.

She clicked silently. Just breathing heavy. I felt the cold air going in and out, shivers rising, body still pulsing.

Last flash.

Mariana stayed quiet. Eyes wide. Hand shaking on the phone. Me, now collapsed on my side satisfied, looking at her and thinking: "Mariana's not okay."