He told me to spread my legs and he began to insert the wine bottle into my already wet pussy. At first he just put the neck of the bottle into me…...As he did , I began to moan, not from pain but from pleasure..It felt so good! Then he withdrew the bottle and turned it around. He said, “I think that you are ready for the other end now.” I said, “Oh yes babe, I am ready for it.” So, he inserted the large end of the bottle into me as I loosened my pussy muscles to take it. He gently put it. He had a reliable power source in his windmills, so that part of the solution was already on hand. For his compressor, Doug built a cylinder from concrete, about 12 inches inside diameter and 24 inches long. One end was plugged by a concrete disk sealed to it, and a similar disk of casein plastic was made to act as a piston. Several holes were molded into the piston to act as valves with leather flaps for seals. The piston rod was hooked to an eccentric crank coming from a windmill to move the. She was a fantastic kisser, and I kissed her for a long time. My hands caressed her back, going down to her ass. She moaned as I grabbed, and squeezed her soft, bubbly cheeks. My hands then made their way under her shirt. Her body twitched as my air cooled fingers caressed her back. We kept kissing through all this. My right hand found it's way to her boob. I began to palm it, then squeezed her sports bra covered tit. Her kisses became more intense as I played with her tits. All around our lips. All I could do at this point was nod my head around my mouthful of cock. I began to work on this troubling mouthful as it began to slowly release it's preload of monster milk. (at least it was a slow release of sweet black milk) It was all I could do with just the big head she told me that I was doing good he liked it just that way and he would let me feed till his balls were dry so keep milking. It seemed like forever before he finally pulled his monster back from my sucking lips with one last.