Ever-greedy Jessica crept toward the garage, noticing that the only lights in the house were the usual flashing of the television, where Roger was always sitting. He wouldn't notice a thing if she were to take some of the bottles...
"Oof, this is heavy," Jessica grunted, as she tried to lift a full box of bottles, all of which still had their caps on. It didn't occur to her that the bottles should be empty when returned, but she did know that she wouldn't be able to carry all of them to the beer store, not with her weak arms.
"I'll just take a couple. That should still get me some money," she smirked, snatching up two of the bigger bottles, delighted at the idea of ripping off her evil step-dad.
Trotting down the street with its line of run-down houses she realized belatedly that her neighbors might see what she was carrying and tell Ray. And if he found out she was stealing his beer he'd whip her for sure!
Gulping at the thought she slipped into the nearest yard, the one belonging to old Mister Butterly, the neighborhood gossip. He'd tattled on her to her dad over and over through the years as he watched out his window, using both telescope and video camera to 'safeguard the neighborhood'. She thought he was just an old peeping tom, but at the moment she wasn't thinking a bit about him, just that she needed to hide somewhere while she considered how to escape with the beer.
Ducking a big, overgrown, but mostly dead bush Jessica found an ancient wooden bench that looked like it had been the last place finisher in a wood shop competition sometime in the eighteen-hundreds. Jessica grimaced down at it; If she sat on that she'd get oodles of splinters, and it was thin enough that she was sure the numerous uneven gaps would flex, pinching her like the meanest of lovers. Besides that it looked like a favorite hang-out for insects, something the birds knew all about, judging by the white splotches all over it.
Sighing, she stared down at it, just about resigning herself to having a dirty, painful rear-end when she had one of her incredibly clever ideas.
"I don't need to sit on it, I can kneel in front of it!" she told the bench, but before she did she pulled off her top, wriggled out of her skirt, and slipped out of her shoes. Then she dropped to the most natural of poses - to her knees.
Putting one bottle on the overgrown weedy grass she bent over to try and insert the other - because what better hiding place for the two bottles than her cunt and asshole, she reasoned. Unfortunately, leaning over meant nearly having her eye poked out by a particularly healthy weed.
Frowning at it she idly rubbed one breast in thought, a habit she had, and then smiled as inspiration struck her. Here was a bench in front of her that she could lean on while she inserted the bottles.
Already forgetting why she hadn't sat on the bench she scooched forward until the weed was behind her, sticking up over her bum like a mighty erection.
Placing her hands on the far-edge of the bench Jessica leaned over it for support, hissing as her large, firm and sensitive boobs pressed into the rough surface. If she'd been a smarter girl she might have then reached behind her to try and continue her feat. Instead, with her hands gripping the far edge of the bench it seemed natural to then reach under the bench so that while her body was above the bench her arms were beneath it, bringing the beer bottle to her pussy.
At first she was going to insert the narrow end, but the crenulated cap on the full bottle scraped her sensitive tissues and she realized she'd have to insert it the other way around. The problem with that - or at least the one that occurred to her - was that she'd have to reach farther back so her fingers could grip the area where it changed shape. Otherwise her fingers would slip off. This meant pushing her body forward and crushed her poor breasts into the rough wood. Little splinters jabbed her sensitive tissues, while the weight of her body made the wood flex, opening cracks that eagerly inhaled her skin like pinching fingers.
Straining Jessica had to completely squash her boobs and hunch her pussy forward in order to get the grip she needed, and with gritted teeth she rubbed the thick end of the bottle up and down the meaty lips of her sex.
Fortunately a little - and sometimes a lot - of pain was no new thing to the dumb blonde and the abuse her tits were taking actually made her slit a little juicier, something she needed to start getting the beer bottle into herself. It was quite a struggle, but with a lot of wriggling, pulling and in and out motion - along with an embarrassing orgasm or two - Jessica managed to finally get it into herself nearly to the point where it would narrow again. Her poor cunt felt like it was going to rip in two, but she grit her teeth in spite of that, and was about to push it deeper when it occurred to her that if it was this hard getting it into her cunt her poor ass, with no natural lubricant of it own, was going to have a harder time.
"Maybe if I use this one in my ass..." she muttered, and had to pry out the bottle. It was slow going - it kept mysteriously pumping back in, and the process meant she was squishing her breasts into the rough wooden bench with all her strength, resulting in both nipples slipping into newly created crevasses, and her tits feeling like they were laying on a cactus.
At last the beer bottle popped out and air rushed up into her distended pussy, which gaped wide from the relentless stretching it had endured. Jessica groaned, missing the fullness, and strained even harder to reach her ass, finally realizing that she wouldn't be able to reach with her arms under the bench.
Pulling her arms out from under the bench she reached back, prying her delicious, tanned globes apart, and started fingering her rear, where so many cocks had gone before. She was well-used to opening that particular orifice, but the sudden stabbing and pinching of her breasts distracted her. Without her pressing into the wood the gaps her weight had opened were now trying to close, viciously pinching her tits between them like the meanest of her many lovers.
Jessica soon found the solution was to jut her ass in the air, and let her weight sink forward onto her bountiful tits, crushing them with her full weight into the nasty little wooden bench. This kept those gaps open - incidentally feeding more of her titflesh into the hungry wooden maws. This position also gave her better access to her own asshole, which she fully needed as she ever-so slowly widened her rosebud.
With more fingering than she really needed Jessica was able to widen her hole to an amount she felt was enough, then reluctantly pulled her fingers out. She resisted the habit the boys had instilled in her of licking clean anything that had been back there, instead grabbing the bottle and clenching her teeth as she relentlessly pressed it against her rectum.
Slowly the bottle pressed harder against her ass, and the harder she pushed the harder she pressed her tits into the wood. Remembering how her bigger lovers gained entrance she eased back a bit, then a bit forward, slowly easing more and more of the bottle into herself by millimeters at first.
Jessica had never taken anything as big as a beer bottle in her ass before, and she clenched her teeth, tossing her head about, bouncing a bit on her breasts as she tried to gain extra strength to thrust. Initially the tight ring resisted, but as she forced it to relax and the pressure became irresistable she felt the fiery stretch of muscles pushed to their utter limit. With the full width of the bottle within herself she found it slightly easier to push it farther within, grimacing and yet nearly cumming as the inches went by. She was so engrossed in her task that she barely noticed how parts of her boobs bulged through the bench, or how one thin, sharp shard of wood was digging into one nipple.
Finally Jessica stopped, her mind telling her that if she let the bottle go in as far as the thinner top she'd never get it out again, so she stopped at the thickest part of the bottle, just shy of where it would become narrower. Ignoring the burn of her rectal muscles she found the remaining bottle with her foot and kicked it forward.
It hit the large weed she'd encountered earlier, and she pulled the bottle up its length toward her still gaping cunt, jiggling at the scratchy feel of the weed pressing against her sex. Thinking it would be easy she initially just thrust against her pussy, but even after the earlier stretch the bottle in her other orifice made it difficult. Sighing, she resorting to rubbing it up and down against herself, masochistic urges coming in handy as they leaked sex juice onto the cold hard bottle.
Finally she dug a rounded edge into the sex, the bottle crushed up against her clit, feeling strangley prickly as she fed it in. Harder she pushed, working more of the base into her slavering pussy, gradually forcing the bottle within.
The thin lining between her rectum and pussy felt increasingly crushed as the bottle bulled its way in, while the rest of her pussy's lining felt like it was being ripped open and stretched beyond repair. Strangely, her clit felt like someone was rubbing a cactus over it.
Determined to get this over with, yet moaning from the sensations that weren't entirely pain, Jessica persisted, engrossed in a fullness that she'd never felt before, her body feeling like it was charged with electricity. Then the hard bottle met her cervix, and for a long while she tried to keep pressing, not realizing that she'd reached her limit. Reluctantly she stopped trying to push and stayed leaning over, panting from effort, pleasure and pain, until at last she tried to get up.
A loud screech escaped her as her weight came up from the bench. The thin rough wood had spread its cracks wider than normal under her weight, and as the cracks opened up they had absorbed her titflesh and even her nipples. With her weight removed the wood tried to resume its normal form, and the cracks bit into her flesh like the ravenous teeth of a vampire.
After the initial shock Jessica thrust her body into the wood harder than ever, trying to ease the vicious pain, succeeding but at the cost of feeding more flesh into the hungry maw-like cracks, embedding one sharp spear of wood sideways almost through her nipple.
Sobbing at the sensation she tried to look at the bench, only to find that in her tossing and turning her hair had become thoroughly ensnared by the dead branches of the bush. Even stranger, as she tried to scooch her legs forward she found the she couldn't. It was like she was tied to the ground.
Though she couldn't see it she had steadily fed the prickly, steely weed into her cunt along with the bottle, and now a thick cord of it was embedded womb-deep, looped around the end of the bottle and pressing into her cervical cap like it wanted farther in. Below her it connected her to the ground in a thickening cable into the solid earth where greedy roots had spread deeply, tangling around other weeds' roots and the dead ones of the bush holding her hair captive. At the entrance to her pussy its prickly surface was crushed into her hard clitoris, small barbs digging into the now raw and ultra-senstive nub.
"Stuck," she thought, near to panicking. |