But by now they were exhausted and none could conjure up an erection to fuck me. I crawled back to the centre of the floor and rolled over in the piss...and come, I opened my legs and once again fucked my cunt and asshole with the bottles, plunging them deeper and harder into my bruised and hungry cunt and asshole. I slammed them harder again and again until at last I was rewarded by another orgasm that left me shuddering in a pool of filth. The six men watched my antics with cries of. It all boiled down to one night not too long ago, Jess had what was left of a quarter bag of weed and a pint of Bacardi/ Vodka mix. I supplied the snacks and the drinks to mix with (neither of us ever drank it straight), and she supplied my high. I put on some music as she lit up a joint that she had brought with her and before I could press play, she was already tapping me on the shoulder to pass it along. It only took the two of us ten minutes to smoke down a perfectly good blunt, but we got. She nods her head, and I pushes my manhood in. I can feel her tightness, her pussy walls started to squeeze my cock, at this state I might cum sooner than I expected. I closed my eyes to control the building orgasm, and continued to gently rock back and forth, plunging my cock deeper and deeper with every thrust. She followed my rhythm by moving her hips, "You're a fast learner." I smiled and said. I fucked her, no it's more than that, I made love with her, something I've never done before.. And we had plenty of time to ourselves, to get to know each other and to fall thoroughly in love.I'd once described the period I now found myself in as our "glory days." Ellen was as focused on me as she was on her studies, perhaps more so. It seemed that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, sexually or otherwise. In those days, Ellen was the complete package -- smart, caring, gorgeous (in a Playboy centerfold way) and passionate. In some ways more passionate than me, labouring as I was.