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Eventually, they were finished with her. Barbara was so drained they didn’t even bother to tie her up, just left her sprawled out in her own cum while they made their getaway. It seemed like hours before Barbara had recovered enough to even dress herself.

She headed home to her apartment, where her roommate Claudia was asleep. A roommate with a day job was a vigilante’s best friend. She had kicked off her covers in her sleep, revealing the panties beneath her thin T-shirt. The cold air had made her nipples hard, poking through the fabric. Barbara pulled her blanket back over her, her own groin throbbing now.

Harley and Ivy were done with her, but she wasn’t done by a long shot. Just the thought of how they’d used her had her half-hard and rapidly stiffening, her cock growing until it was impossible to conceal. Barbara laid down in bed with her pants off, trying to force herself to cool down and grow flaccid. Her member refused to be denied. 

She finally left the bedroom. She went back to the bathroom instead. She climbed into the shower and turned the water on. In a moment she was drenched in cold water.

She felt better under the shower. She lathered her body with a bar of soap. She thought of a different Dick as she ran the soap over her tits. He always liked her tits. She fondled her body as she soaped herself. She slipped a hand between her legs to do her pussy. She ran the bar of soap between her cunt lips. Her pussy was still tender from the fucking. When she had her core soaped up, she touched her clit with her fingers. She remembered how Dick had once told her she had a big clit and that he was surprised because women with big clits were usually turned on to sex.

Well, he didn't know everything, did he? She started rubbing her clit slowly. She was no stranger to masturbation. She'd always done it. She couldn't remember the first time, but it had to be when she was very young. No matter how little she fucked, she always came when she masturbated. Her little secret. Of course, it was sinful. But she told herself it was only a little sin. A woman needed some way to relieve the tension.

Now she tried her middle finger inside her cunt. She screwed the finger around a bit. Part of it was to get clean, but it did feel good if she did it just right. She used another finger to touch her asshole. Every once in a while, Dick talked about fucking her ass. Of course, she wouldn't allow it. It was a filthy idea. And she was certain it would tear her apart if he tried ass-fucking her.

She kept rubbing her cunt until she had a small orgasm. She never allowed herself anything more. Just a small climax to get some of the edge off her nerves.

She went back to bed. She laid down. She tried to get to sleep. Her hand traveled from where it rested on the mattress to her crotch. Her penis poked out stiff and straight from the folds of the flannel pajamas she’d put on. She nestled it in her fist, her wrist brushing the few pubic hairs that had begun to sprout on the skin surrounding the rod. Her thumb pushed at the rounder side of the organ, while her index finger grasped the skin on the shaft's flattened side. Her finger bent, and the knuckle rustled against the purplish ridge. She felt the blood surge inside. Her testes ached with mounting fire as they pumped blood through her cock.

Her pinky nudged into the soft folds of the scrotal bag. The orbs inside bobbed as her fingertip sought out the buried stalk and jabbed it, causing her penis to twitch from its base.

She imagined Harley under the assault of Ivy's manipulations. She imagined her finger crawling into the sexual opening through the small forest of pubic hair. Her thumb pressed down on the few strands above the rising of her phallus.

Barbara could feel the pulse of the blood inside her penis. A torrent seemed to circulate up to the head. She yanked on the shaft, and the bottom of her closed fist pushed down on the wrinkled scrotum. She was pushing up and pulling down so fast now that she jammed the delicate testes, and she felt a slow ache in the pit of her stomach.

A droplet of semen had formed on the tip of the dome, and a sticky white streak now covered the tiny slit. The inside of the covering skin caught some of the moisture and, as she brought the skin down the shaft, the goo intensified the friction of the glans against skin.

At last she felt the swelling below the stalk, inside the bag, and she knew she was going to cum. She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed the flannel pajama bottoms toward her thighs. They were at her knees when she relaxed her buttocks. Her hand, aching with fatigue, grabbed the pole midway and began again. The covers were off, and she looked down at her sparse growth of hair that surrounded the instrument's base, feeling admiration for her new manhood.

The whole of her crotch went ticklish for a fraction of an instant before the gummy fluid started to shoot out, and now splotches of white heat began to land on her belly, her thighs, and on the sheets by her body. A glob of cum flew onto the back of her right hand as it pumped furiously. She heard her breathing, a sore rasp, over the sound of the circulating ceiling fan. Under her eyelids she saw Harley sending a huge fake penis into Ivy, the enormous dildo she had seen in an evidence lock-up years ago. The last strokes of hand over phallus were slow, longing, as if to draw out her masculine orgasm. She sank back into the bed, and the twisted sheet cooled the small of her back.

The skin of her lips tingled and puckered. She recalled how Harley and Ivy had sucked her, gargling her down when she shot, sharing her seed in long kisses between themselves and with her. She wanted that taste. She wanted that intimate feel on her cock, not just her hand. She wanted to come in the warmth and pressure of a mouth, not the harsh friction of a hand.

Sitting up, she stretched and limbered up, before extending herself into a yoga position. She delicately positioned her legs up above her head, the ankles crossed behind her neck. Then she bowed her head down to her crotch. She couldn’t go all the way down, but for once her member’s freakishly oversized length was a blessing.

She reached the cockhead, her own twitching instability stabbing it into her face. She smeared its sticky precum all over her cheeks and nose before finally getting it into her parted lips, then slipping her mouth down to collar and accept it in her mouth. As her hot lips tightened around the halfway point of the cock, as her tongue tickled the bulbous crown, she quivered with pleasure and began to thrust into her own mouth, like she was masturbating herself all over again.

Barbara's eyes were glazed over with lust. She moaned, her body undulating as she fucked her own mouth, her head bobbing as she sucked herself off to the same rhythm. There was something about the animalistic smell of her own member that so inflamed her with lust that she lost all control of herself. Nothing could force her to release this cock until she'd sucked down its jism. She slid the tight ring of her lips up and down the prick, churned her wet tongue at the sensitive underside, making herself whimper as if being tortured.

The tip of her tongue tickled the most sensitive pleasure spot on her cock. She let out a yelp and ejaculated. Barbara choked as jism splashed against her tonsils. She swallowed the cock to its base and tightened her lips around it, sucking, licking, guzzling down the salty spurts of cum as fast as he could shoot them. Barbara pinched her clit savagely and brought herself to an instant climax. 

She spat out her cock, falling back onto her pillow as she grabbed hold of her spasming member and tried to control its thundering convulsions. A white stream spewed upward from it, falling down to splash across her flat stomach then stinging the nipples of her breasts. Barbara began to sob as her cunt clenched with another boiling orgasm. It felt like her prick was kicking against her clit with every pulsing ejaculation, setting her off only to be set off in turn. Inadvertently, she swung her cock up and down her body, drenching herself with cum. She spread her legs wide, lifting her ass, and cried softly as she felt her cum burning through the hair of her cunt to sting her protruding clit. She came again. The hot cum filled her pussy, raining over the spreading cheeks of her ass, tingling her sensitive asshole. Her pussy erupted with orgasm. She screamed with ecstasy.

"I'm coming so fucking hard, in my cunt, my ass!"

But she was about finished.

She swung her cock upward and sent the final spurts of cum into her face. When her cock finally started to shrink, Barbara jerked upright.

"In my mouth!" she urged herself. When Barbara thrust her tongue out, her cock managed one last explosion and sent a fresh dollop of cum onto her tongue.

Drained, Barbara moaned to herself and pedaled her legs weakly along her sweat-soaked sheets. She was covered in a thick layer of her own cum, like frosting on a cake, its warmth pervading her once-freezing body, its slimy feel drenching her to the bone. Her mouth, exhausted from the blowjob she’d given, her fallen open and seemed fixed with her chin down on her chest. She drooled as her trembling hands ran over her trembling body, clumsily rubbing the cum into her skin, over it, to her mouth. She couldn’t get enough. She had to lick her fingers, then alternate being getting new handfuls of cum off her gleaming white body and sucking the fingers of her other hand clean. The juices from her pussy had exploded too, and she felt them seething hot, more viscous and almost enticingly slippery on her inner thighs. Her legs started to rub together of their own accord. Ironically, her cock itself had no cum on it. She had thoroughly sucked it clean before releasing it from her mouth. It only dripped with her own saliva, which she had copiously endowed it with as she suckled.

Barbara was exhausted by the time she finished ladling her abundant cum into her smacking lips, but she was too wired to sleep. Trembling even worse than before, she rolled over onto her side and reached with a feeble hand to her bedside nightstand. Opening it up, she pulled out her vibrator. As her cum geyseyed out of her, it had splashed down on her hair as it had everywhere else, but she’d been unable to reclaim that seed for her thirsty throat. Now she rubbed her dildo in her gummy hair, endowing it with the aroma and aftertaste of her new addiction, before popping the dildo into her mouth like a pacifier and lovingly sucking on it. Not only did it taste of her cum, but also hours and hours of vaginal masturbation. She thought that even her roommate had borrowed it a few times. The strangeness was alluring—like going down on Harley or Ivy again.

With the dildo in her mouth, the residue of her cum covering her body, and a full load weighing down her stomach, Barbara could finally sleep.