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Julianna seemed to lie there for an age. Her clit was burning, the room was pulsing, she was seeing colors in corners of the room - It was pitch black by this point, but she could make out absolutely everything.

She lazily wandered into the bathroom, and flicked the light on - She was started at how bright it was and it tripped her out - she held onto the vanity for dear life. After the room stopped spinning, she put one leg up onto the basin and stared into her demented fuck hole - she could swear she'd just given birth considering how wide open it was! And her usually covered clit was out of it's hiding hole, and swollen as big as a cherry - and about the same color too. She was shocked. While staring at her slightly awkward looking gash, she traced her finger slowly up her body, and noticed a bump just above her uterus. She fingered it, and it was as hard as a rock. She couldn't really feel it, but she loved the way it buzzed her cunt from behind - It was the Corona bottle stuck in her ass. She tried to finger herself back there, but it was no use. The bottle was too far in. That didn't matter anyway, as Julianna's body recoiled every time she even breathed on her clit - So she just thought it was a good thing her ass was blocked off, it meant the boys had to fuck her like a woman, and that was how she preferred it anyway.

She went back to the sofa she had spent most of her day and night on, pulled slave off of Marks cock and got him to sit down next to the both of them. Marc was furious. He grabbed Julianna's arm to pull her off slave, but she was sweaty and slippery - She sat her fat ass down exactly where she needed it, and slaves rock hard cock traveled up her fuck canal. She started bouncing up and down like a crazy woman - I mean, she was tweaking out of her mind, bopping up and down on a tweaker - tweaking out of him mind. She was in heaven. Mark was in a fit of rage trying to pull them apart, but somehow, she was stronger, and so was slave. Mark was slapping her face, beating her tits, doing everything to stop them - But it didn't matter. Even throwing a chair at them just made Julianna cum on slaves hard cock - and amazingly, the boy still hadn't cum.

"You want to make yourself useful?" asked the severely slurring, high as balls, half awake woman getting hate fucked into oblivion.

"Fuck you" was the reply.

"Punch me as hard as you can. Just above the belly button".

"You trying to avoid an abortion fee?" Quipped Mark.

"Just do it"

Julianna didn't know what happened next. She didn't feel the blow, she almost felt like fainting. Maybe she did?

All she remembered was being on the floor, feeling like she was winded.

There was the distinct smell of shit, and the rattle of a Corona bottle in the distance.

Then, as the dust settled, she could feel the draft from the outside world, the subtle chill of the dead of the night...

...

All the way up into her intestines.

Sure, it wasn't the first time her ass had been blown apart, her husband had pulled his cock out of her too quickly many times before - But this was the first time she'd ever felt... open.

She heaved her body onto the sofa bed, bent over and prone. She couldn't speak, she could only mumble.

She felt something new enter her rectum, and travel up. She wasn't in any pain whatsoever, which was weird as such a feat was almost... unhuman. To have a beer bottle punched and ejected out of your anus has to cause some sort of trauma.

She felt surreal, dizzy, and now had a foreign object lodged up inside her and had no idea what was going on.

She was battered, bruised, swollen to hell cunt, blown apart ass, broken lip, bruised hips... yet loving it.

And still had a perfect pair of big, slightly sagging but otherwise gorgeous tits.

 

 

 

 

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Squelch, squelch, squelch. Not an unfamiliar sound, or feeling - Julianna felt the sensation of Marks rock hard cock probing her insides. It was a sensation she had never felt before  - There were no nerve endings at the entrance to her uterus, but she could feel the end of his cock hit under, over, and every now and then - the front of her cervix. She had had sex with hundreds of men, came on hundreds of cocks, but never like this. Her engorged womanly bits somehow became even wider as she came just feeling these new sensations. There was a rustling from her behind however - Julianna had a leaking problem. Well, a bleeding problem. Turns out you can't just take a Corona bottle in the ass and have it punched out without something going wrong. This however made her experience even more exciting - She loved as the towel sucked up her various bodily fluids. She loved as the towel, also at the base of her vagina, sucked up the various fluids she made...

Until she stopped.

It had been around 4 hours, Julianna thinks, as daybreak started to form in the uncovered window outside - 4 hours of Mark and slave taking turns at her baby maker - and Juliannas tweaking ass stopped lubricating itself. This sent her into a panic.

Fuck. She was dehydrated. She needed fluids. She had been fucking for 24 hours - no food, no drink (Ok, some cum and some sooty Corona... but that doesn't count) - All her mind could focus on was this.

She tried to push Mark off her, but he was off into his own little world, and she didn't want to throw off the rhythm of him fucking her - She also noticed her own two arms, dug into the back of the sofa bed she was being fucked on. For whatever reason, she couldn't move her own arms. It was like they had a mind of their own, and just dug in further. The telltale crack... crack... crack of her fingernails as they dug in made her gasp in ecstacy, but she needed fluids.

She mouthed to slave, who could now be more clearly seen as sunrise broke... "water... water..." but he was confused. He was in a daze, staring at the carpet. Finally when he saw her mouth move, he could see what she hinted at as the squelching emanating from her fuck tunnel turned more into a slapping noise - this was when he went into action. Thankfully, she could hear the facet in the bathroom open and shut a few times, and the sweet, sweet flow of refreshing water. After what seemed an age, slave returned, but without a glass. Juliannas mouth was open and she was panting from the dryness, and from the dry rub happening to her nether regions. Slave placed his flacid dick in the dry, open hole.

Fuck.

It wasn't to plan, but Julianna didn't care. Fluid is fluid. She savored every single moment, every golden drop. The first mouthful was horrid, if she wasn't so dehydrated she would have recoiled and spat it out for sure - but by the end, she quite enjoyed slaves golden nectar. It was salty, but had a nice sweetness to it at the end. She gulped down every mouthful.

20 seconds later, her cunt flooded once more. She asked slave for more water, hesitating a bit to savor the golden spray before diluting it with some pure H2O. She closed her eyes and went back to the ecstacy of her womanhood being fucked, this time by the rainmaker himself.

Birds could be heard tweeting in between the slaps of Juliannas thighs. The clock read 5:50am.

She smiled as she slowly went from being 82% water to being 80% water and 2% junkie piss.

 

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Lying on the sofa, trying to recollect her thoughts, Julianna - who had just been filled up with 2.5 loads of infected cum - was pondering life, waiting for it to soak into her body, when she felt weird. Then she realized why. Herein lies the problem with junkie piss: It comes from junkies.

And junkies do drugs. A lot of them.

Julianna's head was spinning... not a meth spin like before, but she was pretty sure the walls weren't meant to be melting.

Before now, she had plans to stop partying that morning - it seemed easy. Recollect her thoughts, just get out of there for a bit - go home, apologize for a girls night out that went wrong, hope to hell her body recovers easily, with no long lasting effects and hope to hell meth, crack and missing the pill 4 days in a row doesn't recommission her baby maker... but those plans were now in tatters. She was still clearly spun, but she was mellowing out a lot. It had been hours since her last bump, for for her own sanity - it was enough. She felt queasy, she felt nauseous. The kitchen bench was smiling at her.

A swim. A swim would help her! She loved to swim. That was her goal. Refreshing. She stumbled to her chinos and tshirt, put them on, and forgetting the flip flops, slowly made her way to the beach. The sun hitting her face made her feel sick, the trees were blue and a bus was zigzagging in front of her, but Julianna was determined. She crossed the road. This was an industrial area, the other side of the bay from the area where Julianna usually swam. This was perfect because if anyone noticed her... It would be game over.

It also had the problems of well...

Industry.

There were people everywhere! A woman walking around in a tshirt and chinos wasn't too unusual - It was a beach town after all - but in that area with all of the boats and workers? It was a bit out of place - So Julianna stumbled across the beach, main road, port, or wherever it would take her. It felt like an age, she wasn't walking far or fast... but it make Juliannas stomach feel better. The smell of the ocean even covered up the smell emanating from her - I mean it had been more than 24 hours straight of sex, drugs and all kinds of body fluids. Meandering up the bay, towards where finally the beach resumed, Julianna heard a voice.

"Hey... hey... psst"

She turned around. In the clearing behind the beach, was a man... an older man, very scruffy. Scruffy clothes, a white unkepmt beard, white whispy hair - He had to be 70. He was obviously a tramp, and had been living rough for years.

"Are you looking for the camp?"

Julianna didn't know what to say. She was spun, spinning in the head, hungry, tired yet buzzed. Her ass hurt. She was curious.

"Yes I am..." she said sweetly, watching the old mans chapped lips break a smile.

"Over here"

She followed the man...

"Names Bob. What's yours?"

"I'm..."

Julianna hesitated.

"Pretty."

"Pretty? Not your birth name, I assume?" Said Bob.

"Uh... no haha."

"Well Pretty, it's a weird name, but you're welcome to stay as long as you want. You obviously need detox"

In the next clearing, behind a blocked off rock wall, was a group of homeless people, 50 or so, in their makeshift tents and houses.

Not a single eyeball left Jules... or Pretty as she was now called - as Bob led her through the abstract jungle.

"We have a lot of women like you come here, the streets are not kind to you pretty young things"

Julianna was still spinning, and followed her leader.

 

 

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