Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Toni's Trial
Part: 4 of 5
Universe: Toni's Trial
Summary: Toni Matson was on the loose for the evening. Her brother deserted
her after a baseball game so when a vanload of guys who said they were
friends of his came by and asked if she wanted to hang out, she said yes.
That was her FIRST mistake....

Keywords: m+f oral anal 1st noncon

Toni's Trial

Chapter 4

	Toni never noticed the ladder work -- removal or replacement -- she
was too exhausted.  She gulped half of the beer she'd been given and fell
into an exhausted sleep, the adrenaline that had kept her running at a
hundred fifteen percent deserting her and leaving her with nothing.  As a
result, Smooth had her rolled up on her knees and was sliding his cock into
her before she was even awake!  She managed a petulant whine of "Nooooo...."
before Smooth sheathed himself in her, but it was more the rude awakening
than the recognition that she was being raped -- again.  By the time she was
awake, it was beyond too late; Smooth had a rhythm going and her raw pussy
had adapted to it.

	"You didn't think we was done, did you?" Horse taunted.  Toni looked
up at him in resignation and said nothing, because nothing would help her and
just about anything would tempt Horse and his cohorts to make things worse.
She limited herself to gasps and grunts as she took the impacts of Smooth's
attack on her pussy.  The beers -- and she'd had several -- left her a more
than a little drunk despite the exercise, the emotional turmoil, and the
vomiting; she'd absorbed plenty of alcohol for her size and it left her prone
to drift and not in full control, so she did the only thing she could do --
she endured Smooth's cock plowing in and out of her.  She'd had worse -- VERY
recently; no one was engaging her sore mouth or abused ass.  Everyone else
present seemed content to watch and make the occasional comment -- some
taunts, some mere discussion of how the fuck seemed to be going.  Horse
seemed to sum it up with, "You're okay for a dead fuck, there, Slut."  Toni
just looked at him, her face expressionless; she couldn't dredge up the
energy for outrage.

	Jack took almost ten minutes to return from the abandoned farmhouse,
but when he did, he had everything he was sent for and then some.  He'd
collected the enema bag and filled it, some cider vinegar, some vegetable oil
-- and something else...  "Lookit," he said, waving a vibrator in front of
Horse.

	"Perfect!" Horse grunted.

	"What's so great about that?" Ricky asked.

	"Up to now, Slut hasn't done shit but whine about the whole thing --
we're getting ours but she ain't been gettin' shit.  That's gonna make her a
little too high and mighty about the whole thing, you know?  'I was raped,
but I fought it and I hated it' and blah, blah, blah..." Horse explained.
"These motherfuckers are hard for a cunt to ignore -- you put it up against
her clit and it rings that little motherfucker's bell.  If we push Slut to
enjoy what's happening, she'll get all guilty about it and be less likely to
run to the cops or her parents or whatever with the details of her awful
ordeal. When she talks to the cops or a lawyer, she'll have to explain why if
it was rape, how come she enjoyed it?"

	"Yeah, that makes sense," Ricky nodded.

	"Besides, it's better all around if she gets off," Horse added.  That
got general nods.  It was one thing to fuck the bitch and just use her holes,
and another to get cooperation.  Horse tossed the vibrator to Snort.  "Hook
her up."

	Toni eyed Snort disinterestedly as he approached, not seeing the
vibrator.  The room was swaying gently to the rhythm of Smooth's pounding and
she was drifting with it.  But then he reached under her and her clitoris
made contact with a jarring buzz!  Toni's eyes popped and she went,
"Uuuuhhh!" as sensations flashed through her from her suddenly overstimulated
clitoris.  "Oooohhh!"  She turned her head to regard Snort with wide eyes,
taking in his grin.

	"Like that?" Snort asked.

	"N--no," she lied instinctively.

	"Give it a minute," Snort replied, rolling the vibrator over her
clitoral hood, stimulating it from new directions.

	"She's lyin'," Smooth puffed.  He could tell; in the first place,
she'd shifted a bit to accommodate what was going on, and in the second, it
was like her pussy woke up; it got firmer, less slack.  Suddenly, the quality
of the fuck went way up!

	Toni felt it, too; suddenly, Smooth's cock was more than a dull
pounding against her inner surfaces; suddenly, she FELT it!  Her clitoris had
overridden the clamp her mind had on the sensations going on in her pussy
from the fuck, releasing the layer of sensation that went beyond mere dull
reports of contact and on to stimulation of the nerves that produced
pleasure!  Horror washed over Toni, accompanied by the thought, 'Oh, God, I'm
starting to like it!'  Turning her head to Snort, she pled, "No, please --
don't do this!"  This was the final humiliation -- taking pleasure in the
boys' awful abuse.  She couldn't let this happen!  Desperate, she made an
attempt to crawl away -- one thwarted by Smooth's grip on her hips --
followed by an attempt to disengage from the vibrator -- also doomed to
failure by the fact that Snort had a lot more maneuvering room than she did.

	Horse put his two cents worth in, "Lookit -- you're makin' her dance,
Snort!"  Toni looked up at the boy, anguished, and he grinned and waved his
sausage of a cock at her.  "Maybe I'll get another piece now that she's
enjoyin' herself."

	"No!  Please!  God!  You can't!" Toni looked around desperately, but
no one seemed inclined to sympathy.  And what was that Jack was holding?  A
douche bag?  New fear gushed through her.

	Snort rubbed the vibrator in circles over Toni's clitoral hood -- and
her efforts to avoid it were only mildly successful.  They ALSO produced a
level of participation in the fuck that increased Smooth's pleasure and
backfired a bit on Toni in that her inner surfaces were being engaged in new
and different ways regularly, too -- ways that tended to be pleasurable.
Toni slumped onto her elbows and waved her muzzy head back and forth,
panting, "No!  No!  No!  No!"  Denial, however, was useless; she was becoming
aroused!  "Don't!  Please!  Stop!  No!"  Inside her, a bud of arousal grew
and bloomed -- and right next to it, a bud of horror and disgust and
humiliation.  The one didn't destroy the other as before -- they fed on one
another, each growing as the other did.  Pain and humiliation and violation
and embarrassment had shielded her from the pleasure to be had from the acts
she was participating in, numbing her -- but once she started taking pleasure
from the acts anyway, the protection vanished, and she became humiliated and
embarrassed by the fact that she WAS enjoying those acts, despite the pain
and violation!  And perversely, the doors to pleasure opened wider...  And
guilt walked in.

	The vibrator was inexorable, inescapable, insistent -- and mindlessly
mechanical.  It was a thing, not a boy -- not an abuser.  But it acted as a
key, opening the door to Toni's reluctant sexual response...  Toni bit her
lips, denying the boys any admission of her pleasure, but it was there and
growing inside her, driven by the vibrator and Smooth's pumping cock.  She
fought and strained and tensed, struggling for control -- but her attempts to
capture and imprison her pleasure only made it stronger.  She began to pant
from the effort, which brought a triumphant grin to Horse's homely face.

	Given all that had gone before, the run-up was surprisingly swift.
Toni's bubble of joy escaped containment and exploded; Toni gave vent to it
by going, "UuuuuuUUUUUHHH!!!  HUH!  HUH!  HUH!"  As an expression of
pleasure, it was pretty vague, but her pussy didn't lie -- it sucked and
clutched at Smooth's cock, making his eyes bulge -- and carrying him over the
peak, too!

	"Holy SHIIIIT!" Smooth gasped as Toni's pussy wrung his cock for its
juices -- and got them in long, hard pulses!

	"Well, lookit that!" Horse crowed.  Toni went straight from orgasm to
crying hysterically, as if a switch had been thrown; it felt so GOOD -- but
it was the most awful thing that could have happened, from her perspective!
To have to admit that she'd actually ENJOYED those despicable acts...

	"Just stay where you are, Slut," Horse directed.  Toni covered her
face and blubbered into her hands -- and as a result, didn't see what was
coming...

	"Hey, Horse?  I found this, too," Jack said quietly and pointed out
the vegetable oil.  "We can grease her from the inside..."

	"Good idea.  Is that thing totally full?" Horse indicated the enema
bag.

	"Yeah."

	"Dump some out -- not a lot -- and add some of that," Horse indicated
the oil.  "Give it a shake and bring it to me."  Heading over to Toni, he
distracted her by rubbing her upraised ass and chanting, "Somebody likes
fucking, somebody likes fucking..."  Toni wailed into her hands.

	Jack took maybe thirty seconds to complete the preparations.  Horse
waved Ricky over in front of Toni and motioned for him to keep her from going
anywhere, greased the tip of the nozzle and totally without warning but with
great ceremony, slipped the nozzle into Toni's unprepared anus!

	Toni shrieked and made to lunge forward, but Ricky's tree-trunk legs
were in front of her shoulders and Horse pinned her hip against him with one
hand, telling Jack, "Undo that clip."

	Toni had never experienced an enema.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she
howled.

	"It's called an enema, Slut.  Your ass is nasty."  Snort complained.
"We're cleanin' it for the next customer," Horse replied mildly.

	"It feels..."  Toni didn't have words.  "Will it hurt?"

	"You'll get some stomach cramps and you'll want to shit -- bad!
DON'T DO IT until we tell you!  Just hold it in for a bit and take the
cramps, and then you can let it out and you'll be all squeaky -- understand?"
Horse asked.

	"Yes..."  Her tone betrayed her thought process, which was, "Why
should I?"

	"We still got those tit pinchers, Slut.  You crap on me and I'll go
nuts with them things and you won't have nipples OR a clit!  And if I do
that..."  Horse's threat extended to death at that point, and Toni knew it.

	Meanwhile, the sensations caused by the oily water flowing into her
bowels were garnering a larger portion of Toni's attention.  "You're really
not... hurting me, are you?" she whimpered.  She felt full, and her belly was
cramping with pains that felt like massive gas.  The urge to let go was
almost sexual in its intensity!

	"Naw," Horse assured her, "You can buy little bottles of stuff at the
drugstore and do this all by yourself -- it's just water."  He rubbed her hip
encouragingly.

	"How long...?" she gasped.  "It hurts..."

	"Once it's all in, you can sit on that bucket and blow it all out,"
Horse told her.

	"In front of everybody?" Toni whined.

	"Do you think you can walk to the house and sit on the toilet?" Horse
retorted.

	"Uhhh!"  Toni suffered through a cramp.  "N--no..."

	"Okay, then."

	"All set!" Jack announced, happy that he no longer had to hold the
bag aloft.

	"Awright, I'm pullin' the tube," Horse told Toni.  "Run over there
and sit and squirt..."  He slipped the tip out of her and let go of her hip.
Toni nearly bowled Ricky over rushing past him to reach the metal bucket.
"Don't look!  PLEASE!" she whimpered -- but she HAD to let go...

	It was a LOT worse than the boys expected!  "Jeezus!"  Ricky gasped,
"Did something die up inside you, Honey?  Goddamn!"  He headed for the
ladder; Smooth and Snort followed, running from the stench.

	Toni turned nearly purple from embarrassment and humiliation.  The
smells... the sounds...  but the sense of relief she got from having all that
water gush from her was a salve to the rest of it...

	Horse rubbed his jaw; he was breathing through his mouth.  "She's
gonna need something to wipe with -- give her that top -- it's already
nasty."  Jack wanted to leave, but he knew better -- he was the bottom man on
the totem pole.  He got the blouse and handed it to Toni, who handled it
gingerly, since it already had shit on it.

	Toni hovered over the bucket for a full five minutes before she was
satisfied the eruption was over.  She got up gingerly and wiped her abused
ass on her ruined tank top.  "Drape it over the bucket," Horse directed.
"Jack..."

	Angrily, Jack took the bucket.  "Take it inside and flush it down the
toilet," Horse instructed.  "Here, I'll come with you."  He followed Jack
down the ladder and they pulled it away; Toni noticed for the first time and
crawled to the edge to gaze down at the boys, wondering what was next.  "Take
the blouse and throw it down that old outhouse,' Horse directed Jack quietly,
"We don't want it found and we don't want it clogging up the septic.  Wash
the bucket out, too, but don't go nuts -- we're gonna go through it again at
the end, like Smooth said."  He looked up at Toni looking down, "Get a beer,
there Sweet Thang -- you earned it!"

	Smooth stepped up and looked at Horse; he'd been running things a bit
too much to make Smooth comfortable.  "We'll head back up.  You can get the
bag refilled, Horse -- add vinegar this time.  Snort's due for pussy.  Since
we did all that ass cleaning, somebody probably ought to use it.  Keep the
vibe in play -- that was a good idea, you guys."

	"I'm doin' that ass," Horse muttered, "But I'll save it for the big
finish."  Jack headed off with the bucket, to everyone's relief, and Horse
and Ricky wrestled the ladder back into place.

	Toni eyed them as they came back up the ladder from a perch on the
mattress.  Horse was almost acting nice -- which was scary, in a way; he just
nodded at her and went for the enema bag -- but snagged a beer out of the
cooler and handed it to her on the way back.  "Get something in the top end."
Then he was gone; Toni shifted her attention to Snort, who knelt up behind
her and started rubbing her nipples.  "Getting' into shit, finally?" he
asked.  "You need to loosen up if you're gonna be our main bitch..."

	Snort didn't mean it that way, but it was the nastiest, most
humiliating thing he could have said, from Toni's perspective.  She burst out
in a wail, "I'm not... I don't...  I... AWWWWWW!!!"  They'd USED her -- and
she'd ENJOYED it -- and they KNEW it!  She was in Hell...

	Ricky waved Snort off and sat on the mattress and picked up Toni as
if she was a stuffed toy and plopped her on his lap to cuddle, "Shhhh, now!
You'd think takin' a dick was something awful!  Women fuck and suck dick
every day, Hon -- you ain't the bottom of the heap.  Jus' relax and get into
it like you did with Smooth and pretty soon, everything will be rosy!"  He
rubbed her back and used a gentle grip on her forearm to raise the forgotten
beer can to her lips.

	Toni took a swig -- and then another -- and a third, inadvertently
moving the boys' agenda forward in her hopes that the alcohol would make it
all go away -- or at least dull the painful parts some.  Ricky's calm counsel
was as bad as Snort's; it built upon her guilt and humiliation.  "I'm not
supposed to..."

	"Enjoy it?" Smooth took it up.  "Bullshit.  You're supposed to LOVE
the stuff!  Where do you think babies come from?  Women love fucking -- that
pure as the driven snow crap is for liars and hypocrites.  You aren't a
hypocrite, are you, Babe?"

	"You FORCED me!" Toni accused.

	Smooth cocked his head and pretended to think about it.  "Yeah,
that's true.  We didn't have time to do, like, three dates, though -- and you
DID want to be with us.  We just moved shit along, you know?"

	"What about the other stuff?" Toni bleated.

	"Sucking?" Smooth shrugged.  "Every chick should know how to give
head.  If you're on the rag or something, you need to offer your old man a
place to poke.  Same with the ass -- you can enjoy that if you work at it.
Think about it," he added, after a pause, playing Devil's Advocate, "You can
be the voice of experience to all those other eighth grade chicks out
there..."

	"Are we done?" Toni sniffled.

	Smooth pursed his lips.  "Not yet.  You need to finish your
initiation.  Snort wants some pussy.  Some of us want some ass, now that it's
clean.  You need to give each of us all of your holes."  Smooth neglected to
raise the subject of Horse pushing his long, fat cock up Toni's ass.  "The
good news is we have this..." he flourished the vibrator.  "So we can help
you overcome your reluctance..."

	"I'd rather not..." Toni began.

	"Enjoy it?" Smooth finished.  "We can't leave you traumatized, Hon.
We don't want you to be a lesbian.  Hell, we went to all this trouble to
initiate you -- don't you want to hang out?"

	Toni blinked, amazed.  Was Smooth totally nuts?  They were all going
to fuck her -- everywhere -- raping and gang-banging -- and they expected her
to 'hang out' after?  "I--I..." she sputtered.

	"See?" Smooth insisted.  "That's the problem here -- you've lost
sight of what you wanted -- and you wanted to hang with us!  Once the
initiation is over..."  He shrugged.

	Ricky, who was not in Toni's visual field, shook his head in
admiration.  This was Smooth, doing his patented psych warfare thing.  Was
Toni softened up enough to buy in?  He cuddled her to him and rubbed her
little titties, being gentle, providing an undercurrent that seemed to
confirm Smooth's point of view.

	Dazed, Toni shook her head, muttering, "So this is all just...?"

	"It's the cost of breaking in, Hon," Smooth said reasonably.  "Guys
get the shit beat out of them; chicks pay in pussy.  Simple.  You're on track
to be the group's main squeeze."  He waved his hands, "You don't think we do
this shit all the time, do you?"

	"I..."  Toni shook her head again.  They couldn't, could they?  They
would all be in jail if they did, right?  Beer and confusion reigned supreme.

	"Why don't you lie back and give Snort a little pussy while you think
about it, Babe," Ricky said gently, lifting her off his lap.  "You're
probably over the hard part."  He settled her on the mattress.  Smooth, who
was now above her head, let Snort know with hand signals that he wasn't there
to play rough.  Snort settled in between Toni's legs, businesslike, lubing
his gnarly cock; nothing about him said this was abuse -- just a fuck.  Toni
watched him, dazed and confused.

	"I don't know... Toni muttered, watching as Snort started rubbing his
mushroom glans along her split.  Indecision paralyzed her.

	"This ain't nothin' you haven't already done," Snort noted.  "Who's
got the vibe?  Want another swig of beer?  Hey, Ricky, roll a joint, willya?
Give her a shotgun."  Then he pressed forward -- relatively gently -- and
Toni accepted him because she didn't know how to stop him.

	Toni lay there, bewildered.  It didn't hurt; it wasn't super good,
but Snort's cock didn't hurt.  Everybody was acting like this was the most
normal thing in the world...  Smooth leaned in with the vibrator and her
clitoris started buzzing and she felt the result; her pussy began to clutch
Snort's dick.  Smooth leaned in over her and sucked in her left nipple and
electrical charges ran from it to her clitoris and back -- and Toni realized
that she wasn't insulated any more.  She was going to enjoy this, whether she
thought there was anything right about it or not!  In fact, the parts of the
situation that seemed so wrong seemed to add a little something to the mix...
Her pleasure was guilty pleasure -- forbidden pleasure -- something we all
seem to be wired to enjoy.  "Good?" Snort asked.

	Toni couldn't bring herself to say yes, so she said nothing -- but
Snort grinned, anyway.  The distinctive aroma of marijuana filled the loft
and Ricky's voice announced, "Shotgun!"  Toni oriented on it and watched the
tip of the joint in Ricky's mouth flare as he sucked in the potent smoke.
Toni knew it was for her, and she knew that fighting it wouldn't help and
would only piss the boys off, so she accepted Ricky's lips on hers and
inhaled as he expelled into her mouth.  "Hold it," Ricky instructed.  "Let it
work."  Toni didn't think about the fact that they probably couldn't make her
do THAT -- she wasn't in any condition for deep thought; instead, she
followed instructions, feeling the drug wash over her.  "Good girl!" Ricky
approved.  Toni actually forgot herself and smiled back.

	"Give her another hit," Snort directed.  Toni wasn't paying a lot of
attention to him, but her pussy seemed to understand hospitality -- and she
was starting to roll her hips a little.  Between Smooth's bullshit and
getting her fucked up, they were turning the corner...

	Ricky leaned in with another lungful and Toni took it, not bothering
to analyze anything.  She couldn't -- the wires were down.  The voice in her
head screaming about how horrible this all was had fallen into the background
and gotten faint.  Toni didn't know what was right or what was wrong -- and
after the rush from her second lungful, which end was up was a question
beyond analysis as the pot rushed over her senses.  She felt the vibrator and
she felt Snort's cock -- shouldn't that feel good?  Upon examination, it
did...  So did Smooth's gentle chewing on her nipple...  Ricky smiled down at
her, apparently pleased...

	She let go.  There had to be something better than fighting this,
when no one else seemed to want her to.  She relaxed visibly and her nostrils
flared as she reacted to the onslaught of pleasure the act released!  Her
hand crept up to collect a handful of Smooth's dark curls -- not to push them
away, but to hold him in place!  Toni's hips began to move seriously,
tracking Snort's stroke, adjusting to get him in deep.  "No more vibrator,"
she panted.  "It's getting..."  She made a face; the thing was jangling her
nerves now.  "Just..."  She STILL couldn't say, 'fuck me,' but the boys got
the point.  Smooth pulled the vibrator away and waved it for Ricky to
collect.  Toni began to grunt in synch with the impacts of Snort's cock on
her mound, "Huh... Huh... Huh..."  It felt GOOD, finally...

	Ricky met Horse and Jack as they climbed the ladder and pulled them
aside.  "She's fucked up and Smooth has been running his bullshit and we're
treating her like a princess -- and she's rolled over and started digging it.
You, in particular, need to change up your approach, Man," he asserted,
poking Horse in the chest.

	"So she's broke in?" Horse asked.  Toni picked that moment to gasp,
"UUUUHHHUUUUUNGGGGHHH!" and clutch at Snort; Ricky grinned and shrugged.

	"Smooth's got her thinkin' that all the rough stuff is just the
initiation for pussy -- and it's all no harm, no foul.  Right now, she seems
to be buyin'.  I shotgunned her a couple of times..."

	Horse nodded and took the joint.  "She ain't big -- it don't take
much..."  Jack nodded sagely.

	"We're still gonna keep doin' her -- just not so rough.  Try to keep
her fucked up and happy, cool?"

	"Cool.  Maybe I oughta make up some," Horse muttered.  Holding out
the joint, he said, "Jack, take a hit, then I'll give her a shotgun."

	Jack took the joint and sucked in a lungful while Ricky admonished,
"Say nice shit."  Horse nodded and retrieved the joint and headed for the
trio fucking.

	Toni's second orgasm of the night was only a little better than the
first -- probably because she didn't have to fight for it so hard.  The voice
in her head said that two orgasms were three too many while you're being
raped, but it was way back at the back of the bus at this point.  Even
objectively, what Snort was doing to her wasn't rape -- she was actively
participating and had NOT told him no...  Coming down, she saw Horse above
her -- which gave her a little flutter -- but he was smiling.  "You're doin'
fine now, Babe," he approved.  "Want another shotgun?"

	"I don't... know..." she panted.  She really didn't want to piss
Horse off again.  "Okay."  She watched him suck in a lungful and lean down,
and opened her lips for him to pour pungent smoke into her lungs through.
Horse didn't go away while she held her breath; instead, he washed her lips
with his tongue.  'He's making up...' she thought, and opened her lips enough
to suck his tongue into her mouth for the moment that she was able to hold
her breath.  He backed off, looking pleased, while she expelled the smoke and
coughed, rubbing her cheek.  She'd had a lot of pot and things were beginning
to move on their own, it seemed like, so she went back to concentrating on
Snort.  She was rubbing Snort's bony shoulders -- when had she started doing
that? -- and he was making funny faces, and was all red...

	"YAAAAHHH!!!" Snort roared, and started gushing inside her.  Toni
felt him pulse, felt the spurts, felt the wetness inside her, and tried to
remember if she'd felt the others.  'Yeah, I did,' she mused, nodding to
herself.  It just all seemed so awful then...  Snort's face drifted before
her, announcing, "That was good shit, Babe!"  Toni nodded vacuously.

	"Want some more beer?" Ricky offered, handing her her latest can.
The pot made Toni thirsty, so she sucked the remainder down gratefully.
Ricky circled around and settled between her legs, jacking himself.  "I want
some booty, okay?"

	Toni frowned at him, "But that hurts!"

	"Did it hurt ALL the time?" Ricky asked.

	"Well..."  Toni couldn't remember.  "I'm not sure..."

	"Look, that was before we cleaned you out -- you're pretty slick
now...  C'mon..." Ricky wheedled.

	Horse opened him mouth to say something, but Ricky held up a finger.

	Toni said, "I dunno..." then picked up the byplay.  "All right."  She
didn't want Horse pissed again...

	Ricky wasted no time -- he raised her legs, saying "I can get in like
this, like I did you the first time."  Toni's ass WAS slick and she was too
out of it to get into a tizzy over it, so the penetration went fairly
quickly.  It hurt some, distantly, but nothing like before.  Ricky worked
until he was rooted, then looked up.  "Get the vibe."

	"She said..." Smooth began.

	"Use it different.  Run it on the lips, poke her hole with it -- it's
important..." Ricky insisted.  Toni was so stoned that she just looked from
one to the other, not really taking things in.

	Smooth looked down at Toni and saw no objection on her face, so he
shrugged and retrieved the vibrator and leaned in to do as Ricky asked.
Ricky straightened up to give him room.  "That okay?" Smooth asked, rubbing
the vibrator along Toni's split.

	Toni took stock.  "Yeah, okay, yeah..."  Smooth shrugged and resumed,
and Ricky started sliding in and out of Toni's back passage.  It wasn't
awful, Toni decided.  It wasn't great -- she wasn't going to cum -- but Toni
suspected correctly that she was too distanced from things by the pot and the
beer to cum.  After Ricky got settled, it wasn't painful -- in fact, it was
mildly pleasurable.  The vibrator helped, but as stoned as Toni was, it
probably wasn't necessary.  Ricky pumped for a while and panted, "Can you
clamp down a little?"  Horse stirred, and again Ricky stuck out a finger,
knowing he was going to swat Toni somewhere.  But Toni clenched her anus and
Ricky grunted, "Yeah, like that.  You don't have to hold it -- pulse it."

	For Toni it was something to do -- something to concentrate on to
keep her from floating off somewhere.  She went to work on it, using the
effort to ground herself.  Ricky got his cock clamped down on every couple of
strokes -- and it was plenty to get him where he was going -- fairly quickly,
as it turned out.  "Shit!" he gasped, as he hit the peak.  "Come on, Babe,
just a couple more...  Yeah...  FUUUUCK!"  Ricky buried his thick cock to the
root while it sprayed Toni's insides, then rubbed it back and forth in Toni
for a few more slow strokes, enjoying the feel of the aftermath.  Then he
withdrew, checking the mess -- which was minimal.  Horse tossed him an old
towel that had been collected during the last run to the house to wipe on.
"Who's next?" Ricky asked.