
About the same time, Mike let out a yell and shot his load into Dana's drenching cunt. He collapsed onto her back and she lay down on the bed still working on Barbara. Barbara started moaning a little and was glad Dana could concentrate on her now. Dana was rapidly sucking on Barbara's clit and had two fingers in her cunt as well. Barbara started moving around and Dana had to almost follow her around the bed. Of course, the guys were just sitting back watching now. Barbara started pitching and bucking and reached for Dana's head. She grabbed Dana's head and pulled it into her crotch and let out a scream. She shook for what seemed like a full minute. When she calmed down, Dana pulled away and her mouth and chin were drenched. She licked her lips and said, "that was good!"
Her face smelled of Barbara's muskiness and she laid back on the bed. They had both been in heaven or at least so they had thought!
Barbara couldn't tell which of the guys it was who smeared K-Y jelly on her ass, but without opening her eyes she pulled her knees to her chest and felt warm hands caressing her back door. Fingers played in and out of her until she could tell that what began slipping in was not a finger. Her muscle resisted and protested a little, but then she relaxed again and gave into the insistent thrusting until she could feel his hips bouncing off of her cheeks. She first looked back to see that it was Jimmy giving it to her, and then over at Dana who was dreamily staring at the scene and licking her lips. Dana then moved her own twitching cheeks closer to Barbara's wet mouth.
Even as Barbara's own ass was being rythmically pumped she tongued and fingered Dana's tight bung hole. Dana's own fingers were down there also, working her clit to the beat Barbara was setting with her tongue, which she was moving in sync to the reaming she was getting in the rear. Dana was working frantically with her fingers, and even helped grease her own anus with the cunt juices, the taste of which only drove Barbara to lick and probe more heartily.
