Camey thought about her house again, about her mother and father who were worrying about her, she was sure, by now. Would they call the police? And even if they did, what good would that do? How could they possibly know she'd become mixed up in this horror show? The young woman turned her head and cried. Her sobs excited Rick even more.

"You think I'm hurting' you, eh, baby? Man, wait 'til later," he said in a thick voice.

He pumped for a few more seconds, then hooked his legs around hers and thrust wildly. His face turned a bright red while his breathing became rapid wheezing. Camey felt his dick jerking inside, twitching against her moist cuntal folds. He was cumming, shooting his wad inside her. Already she could feel streams of his jizz trickling out from her cunt and wetting down her asscheeks.

"You through?" Jack asked, his voice a little slurred from the whiskey he'd consumed.

"Yeah, you want her?" Rick asked, climbing off the moaning girl.

"Naw, don't care much for sloppy seconds."

Both men giggled at that comment. Jack waved the now-empty bottle over his head and a kind of salute to his buddy, then stared at it and smiled vaguely.

"Let's see if the bottomless pit's got a bottom," Jack said, crawling over to the supine girl and shoving the neck of the bottle into her cunt.

Camey cried out, jerking her ass up, then falling back as the smooth cold glass penetrated.

Jack corkscrewed the bottle, pushing it deeper until the blonde teen screamed that she couldn't take any more. Twice Camey tried to shove the awful invader from her cunt, drawing her knees together, catching Jack's wrists with her fingers and pushing with all her might.

But the men were stronger, laughing at her vain attempts to break free.

"Okay, baby, fuck it. Go on, fuck it like you fuck all those hot dicks in you," Jack muttered.