Bab's Backstage Clusterfuck Ch. 2byStardog Champion©
Brazenly locking her eyes onto Barbara's, Luci was the only one in the room that could see the older woman's eyes roll back inside her head at the awful realization that her ordeal wasn't over.
Visibly aroused from the combination of sexual power and her partners' perverse decadence, Luci shivered joyfully as the cool breeze from the air conditioning encircled her slinky body. Standing over her bowing prey, Luci waited for just the right moment to raise her razor smooth crotch up to Barbara Streisand's damp face.
Cupping her left hand over her small but perky breasts, Luci squeezed them tightly as she extended her right hand out to pull Barbara closer.
Thrusting her hips out seductively, Luci allowed the exposed pink lips of her vagina to gyrate in front of Barbara's dripping wet mouth, before playfully pulling her crotch away as soon as Streisand robotically tried opening her mouth.
"You know what Lady... I can rub my own pussy anytime I want... Hell... I can get most any guy I want to go down on me with a wink and I know they can do just as good a job as that pitiful mouth of yours can. I got a better idea," Luci gleamed ominously.
Dropping her right hand down between the tingling flesh of her thighs, Luci furtively teased her glistening snatch with all five of her fingers, filling the dressing room with a moist slapping sound as she gracefully turned her body 180 degrees, leaving a kneeling Bab's with a full and unhindered view of her tight, tanned ass.
"Damn... I bet Puffy would've just loved to be here," Jennifer snickered from behind, causing the gallery to laugh boisterously.
Spreading her legs seductively, Luci grinded her waist in a series of rhythmic motions until she had backed the crack of her ass right up to Barbara's horrified face.
After a long pause for effect, Luci finally bent her waist, causing her rear end to fly out, forcing Barbara Streisand's huge nose and puckered mouth to disappear completely between the young dancer's asscheeks.
"UURRGGHHH," the muffled groans of disgust rippled out of the Jewish Diva's throat as Luci harshly jiggled her hips back and forth, causing nearly all of Barbara's smeared face to become concealed once again.
Luci could feel Barbara's whole body lurch upwards from behind, without a clue one of the male dancers was still playfully assaulting Barbara's foaming pussy with his right foot, forcing the debased woman on the floor to wince and lunge forward each time the toe of his shoe reamed Bab's most sensitive spot.
Extending her right hand out against the edge of the vanity table in front of her for support, Luci used her left hand to sloppily massage her own bubbling quim as Barbara Streisand's nose and mouth desperately sucked for air against her pink, saliva coated anus.
"OOOHH... YEAHHHH... YEAHHH... YEAHHH... AAAHHH... SUCK THAT SWEET ASS BABY... COME ON... YEAH... .OOHHH... FUCK YYYEEAAHHHH... LICK MY FUCKINNNNN... .ASSSSSSSSSS," Luci gurgled, every tendon from her heels to her scalp straining with each backwards move she made against Barbara's ass-masked face.
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Alternating his bleary eyes between Amelia's head bobbing up and down between his legs and the ungodly perverted sight of Barbara Streisand's head embedded between Luci's tanned asscheeks, young Miguel had to forcefully keep his weak knees from giving out as the slurping sounds of Amelia's mouth below combined with the wet percussions of Luci frigging her fountain like cunt, several feet off to his side.
Feeling every muscle in his 18 year old body tighten as if they were rubber bands, a few anguishing moments passed before Miguel's orgasm finally snapped. Miguel's head whiplashed backwards as every drop of seminal fluid in his bloated testicles roared to the surface, spraying like a damburst into Amelia's constricting mouth and pumping hands.
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Overcome by lust, Luci lowered her upper body down onto the makeup table in front of her, supporting her weight on her elbows as she continued thrusting her raised ass back against Barbara's head. With all the fingers of her left hand still burrowed deeply inside her cunt, Luci rolled her clit savagely between her greasy digits until the blinding flashes of light in her head and the crushing spasms rippling down her spine, caused her to smash headlong into an unexpectedly glorious orgasm.
Jerking her pelvis in a maddening rhythm against the catatonic face behind her, Luci swirled her hand across her entire pussy with blazing speed as her forehead and pert breasts landed with a fleshy smack on top of the small table supporting her weight.
"EEEEAAAHHHHHHAAAWWWWDDDDAAAMMMNNNNNNNNNN," Luci cried out like an electricuted hussy, swearing she could feel Barbara's slimy but tentative tongue trying to sneak into the buttonsized rim of her anus.
The sound of Luci's firm, golden brown asscheeks smacking loudly against Barbara's fair, facial cheeks filled the dressing room , mingling with Luci's deprived shrieks of," COME ON SLUT ... ..SUCK MY ASS... LICK IT ALL OUT... YEAH THAT'S RIGHT... COME ON... COME ON... . COME... .ONNNNNN... SUCK MY... ... .. AZZZZZZZZZHHHHOOLLLLE BITCH!!"
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When Luci outstretched legs finally went limp and she pulled herself away from Barbara's nearly smothered face, the awestruck and stunned silence in the room was deafening. Sensing the nearly paralysed woman on the floor was on the verge of collapsing or having a mental breakdown, one of the male dancers gently reached out and took the back of Barbara's sweaty neck, tightening his grip on her shoulder blades as calmly as he could, allowing Bab's to safely fall backwards to the floor, without a hint of resistance.
Now flat on her back, in the center of Jennifer Lopez's assembled cast, everyone standing around Barbara could see ,with sick fascination, that the older woman's vaginal region was just as saturated with feminine juices as her tattered mouth was. Letting their gaze curiously drift up and down Barbara's body, the four women and three men there could also plainly see Bab's nipples poke out of the black lacy material of her bra , just like quarter sized acorns on top of her wildly heaving and sagging breasts.
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Laying there with her bare back to the floor, Barbara could only imagine what her splattered and tattered body looked like from above as she re-filled her lungs with air. Even though her conscience bristled angrily from what she had been put through, Barbara couldn't help but guiltily accept the fact that she didn't do anything to put a stop to it.
It took every ounce of energy Barbara had left to clumsily rub her forearm across her eyes to clear away the unspeakable muck that was glazing over her ability to see. When the dim light from above finally filtered through, Barbara developed a vague sense of being a human abductee, laying helpless on an alien examining table, as her tormentors cruelly made light of her situation from above.
Barbara's senses had become so jumbled, she didn't have a clue about what was happening around her, but she swore she could hear someone asking she was thirsty. Without even realizing she had, Barbara's head subtly rocked up and down in a desperate attempt to plead for liquid relief.
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Trying her best to solely breathe through her nose, Amelia, still perched on her knees, looked up at Miguel standing above her, feeling an internal jolt of pride seeing the exhausted, empty and lifeless look in the boy's brown eyes from the blowjob she had just given him.
Satisfied she had accomplished all she could with Miguel, Amelia spun around on her knees and turned her focus to Barbara, flat on her back, several feet away. Dropping down to all fours, Amelia crawled like a dog in Barbara's direction until she was right beside the unaware older woman.
Casting her gaze upwards briefly towards Jennifer and the male dancers, she allowed them to see just how full her cheeks appeared, looking as if she were concealing quite a secret cargo inside her mouth.
Winking up to the three above her, Amelia had to fight the urge to burst out laughing when she heard one of the male dancers ask down to Barbara, "Are you thirsty?"
Seeing Barbara twitch her head up and down in response, as if to say "yes", Amelia extended her right arm over Barbara's prone body so that both her hands were firmly resting to each side of the older singer's head.
Lustfully staring down into Barbara's weathered face, Amelia could feel her insides sizzle with anticipation when she heard that same male dancer ask Barbara ,"Have you ever had a snowball, Lady?"
Seeing there was no reaction on Barbara's smeared face, Amelia gracefully leaned in and lined up her mouth with the sticky but inviting target of Barbara's.
Keeping her mouth sealed shut until just the right moment, Amelia brushed her soft chin up against Barbara's, causing Mrs. Streisand to ever so slightly open her mouth, giving the young dancer enough of an opportunity to deposit her frothy, milk colored cargo into Bab's unsuspecting mouth.
As soon as the load of Miguel's seed, that Amelia had stored inside her mouth for over a minute, oozed between Barbara's lips and straight into her parched mouth, the older woman winced and jerked on the floor, her face becoming bitterly contorted, when she realized what Amelia was orally transferring.
With Miguel's pasty ejaculate flooding her throat, Barbara reached up and grabbed Amelia by the shoulders, trying to push the powerful young girl away as the boy's salty cum coated her tastebuds.
Forcing her own tongue directly down Barbara's throat, Amelia emptied every last bit of stored jism she could into the prone woman, feeling what tangy cum that did leak out, run like creamy mucus down the sides of each of their mouths.
Once the entire 'snowball' was delivered, Amelia slowly pulled her mouth away from Streisand's, savoring the sick sight of at least four large strands of rich young male semen swinging between hers and Barbara's separating lips.
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Despite the boredom that comes when you can have any man, and at least half the women, in the world with just a wink and a smile, what Jennifer Lopez was witnessing at her feet even caused her, difficult to spark, arousal to boil over. She had gotten so drawn into the absolute absurdity of what her dancers were doing to an icon such as Barbara Streisand, that the burning urgency cooking in her loins had jolted her from out of nowhere.
Dropping both her hands down on top of the firmness of her thighs, the male dancers to each side of Jennifer couldn't help but watch as their boss seductively started to pull her skimpy evening gown up the length of her tanned legs, clenching the expensive material into the balls of her fists as she brazenly watched Amelia give Barbara the cum-filled 'snowball' below.
In the age old Hollywood belief of saving the best for last, Jennifer sensed clearly her duty to be Barbara Streisand's final degrader.
A hush fell over the room when Jennifer's light brown, skintight dress suddenly started drifting down her velvety smooth, voluptuous legs. Even though the men in the group worked on a nightly basis with Jennifer, in rather intimate quarters, to actually see someone of her magnitude and beauty shedding her clothes, with such clear sexual intent, made all three teenage men turn into droolly mouthed statues when Jennifer's nakedness revealed itself, one breathtaking inch at a time.
Feeling like they were watching a goddess slowly reveal her body as she peeled away her skimpy evening gown and sauntered over to Barbara Streisand on the floor, the six young men and women held up inside the dressing room were overcome with libidinal hypnosis as Jennifer Lopez's mythic frame was unveiled.
Casting her tailor-made Grammy dress aside, knowing she still had plenty of time to get re-dressed before the show started, Jennifer strutted confidently up to Barbara's prone body with the brevity of a cocksure gunslinger. Rolling her jet black thong panties down her athletic thighs, Jennifer was oblivious to the silent "Whoa" everyone else did in the room when they got their first look at her bare, feather soft quim.
Once her bare feet were close enough to Barbara's head that she could feel the older woman's scattered hair tickle her toes, Jennifer lifted her left leg off the ground far enough so that she could kick off her silky panties.
Rolling her naked toes teasingly in the strands of Barbara's sweaty hair, Jennifer stared down at the hapless woman, trying to decide just what she was going to do to the exhausted bitch between her feet.
Her body now completely nude, Jennifer reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts with one hand and rubbed her flushed cheeks with the other, weighing her options over what to do next. Finally allowing her hands to brush up her bare upper arms, over her neck and up into her velvety smooth dark brown hair, brushing it out of her eyes and then over her left shoulder, Jennifer then separated her feet slightly before suddenly dropping down to her knees, one at a time, until her crotch and the crack of her world famous ass was less than a inch and a half above Barbara Streisand's frozen face.
Dropping her two rounded, voluptuous asscheeks right down on top of Barbara's chest, so that her flaming vagina was pointing directly at the Jewish crooner's face, Lopez swiveled her hips back and forth slowly, building up a tense friction as she pinned the woman below.
Feeling Barbara's disjointed exhales seep noisily out of her nose and mouth and waft up against her steaming twat, Jennifer proceeded to lower her hands down to the floor, outstretching them in front of her, to steady her frame in a pose of dominance above the prone woman.
Once stable, Jennifer thrust her pelvis forward until her wet snatch smacked Barbara square in the mouth. Holding her bald muff against Bab's greasy lips for several agonizing seconds, Jennifer seductively rolled her waist backwards and held it there for a deep breath or two before slamming her crotch forcefully forward once again, right into Barbara's waiting face.
Repeating this process over and over for at least two minutes, Jennifer looked down and saw that her pink quim was now fully in bloom, sparkling with a stew of her own arousal and the crude mixture of fluids spitting out of Streisand's mouth. Continuing to plow her cunt up and down Barbara's chin, mouth and nose, a twisted and unadulterated smile gleamed across Jennifer's face as she harshly face-fucked the rude woman at her mercy.
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Still spent from his orgasm minutes earlier, Miguel nearly jumped when Amelia eased up beside him and lovingly slipped her arm over his right shoulder.
"I got an idea," the sultry dancer purred up to the teenage boy that she had just given a blowjob.
Once she had gotten his attention, Amelia cupped her hand up to Miguel's reddening ear and told him her plan in private.
A wide-eyed look of confusion spread across Miguel's soft facial features as the gravity of what Amelia was suggesting registered. Totally rejecting Amelia's kinky idea at first, Miguel shook his head as if to say, "Thanks but no thanks."
Once the seed of that idea began to germinate inside his head however, and a shiver of recognition jolted his spent cock, Miguel started to ponder what Amelia was offering. Looking around at the complete disintegration of sanity surrounding him, Miguel hesitantly shuffled his feet over to the center of the room to do what Amelia had suggested.
Although he had attempted the wanton act Amelia was encouraging him to do several times with a few of the girls he had been with, the thought of actually going through with it on a world famous woman, that was three times his age, made Miguel cringe with discomfort.
Feeling Amelia reassuringly pat him on the back as he dropped to his knees between Barbara's quivering white legs, Miguel took several deep breaths before making his final descent towards the waiting pussy in front of him.
Rolling his tongue around his mouth, Miguel couldn't help but get an inkling of what Streisand's cunt was going to taste like by the intensely ripe smell percolating from its greasy slit.
Holding his youthful and innocent face a foot or so above Barbara's saturated panties, Miguel could clearly feel the heat radiating out from Bab's womanhood caress his face as Jennifer Lopez used her pussy like a paintbrush to smear her arousal all over the older woman's upper body.
"Go on," Miguel heard several of his fellow dancers whisper joyfully, urging him to go through with the lurid deed.
Tentatively flexing his fingers apart, Miguel eased his right hand down towards Barbara's crotch until her wetness penetrated the pores of his brown skin.
"Christ... Shit!" Miguel groaned to himself, feeling his dick begin to swing to life again between his legs.
After tugging the saturated lace of Barbara's undies to the side, Miguel swallowed hard and gasped when the hairy jungle of Streisand's pubic mound came into full view.
"Dive in Miguel", "Lick it up", "You want that old lady to cum in your mouth don't you?" Amelia, Santana, and Luci chided, subtly playing with themselves as they watched Miguel go down on the woman they had just forced to pleasure each of them.
Instinctively closing his eyes, Miguel used the sensitive skin on his face to tell if he was lowering his mouth towards the right target. When his lips finally pressed into the pungent, custard like wetness of the older woman's vagina, Miguel felt a jolt of thunder vibrate through his body as the realization of his actions sank in.
"Eat that cunt Miguel", "Clean that pussy out", "Lick it good... let her know you're down there", Miguel exposed ears hear from around the room as his face disappeared between Barbara's snow white and freckled thighs.
Opening his eyes slightly to make sure his mouth was where it should be, Miguel couldn't help but see the glorious sight of Jennifer Lopez's ass rise above him as it rocked back and forth across Barbara's head. Looking like she was churning butter with her behind, the combination of Jennifer's bucking rhythm and Miguel's awkward oral manipulations made Barbara Streisand's limp body jerk and gyrate spastically on the floor beneath the two lust filled Latin performers.
Miguel was so stunned and overwhelmed by what he was doing, it took several moments for the tangy, almost vinaigrette, flavor of Barbara's pussy to register on his tastebuds. Lapping his tongue through Barb's slit like a scared kitten at his milk bowl, Miguel could clearly feel the vibrations of Streisand's spasming body on his chin and cheeks as Jennifer above continued her brutal pace, riding Barbara's face.
Almost needing a snorkel to breathe, his face was pressed so far up between the older woman's thighs, young Miguel flailed his hands upwards on Barbara's writhing midriff until they landed loudly on top of the Jewish singer's sagging tits.
Kneading his hands blindly through the softness of Barbara's bosom and expensive bra, Miguel winced in shock when Jennifer's rapid backwards thrusts collided with his titty groping hands.
The shocking reality that Jennifer Lopez's naked ass was repeatedly smacking against his own hands, while he ate at Barbara Streisand's cunt, was just too much for Miguel to handle. Without even touching his rock solid penis with his hands, an involuntary orgasmic shock spread throughout the boy's loins, causing him to cum on the plush carpet under his dry humping genitals.
Laying there on his belly, his head still securely embedded between Barbara's legs, Miguel awkwardly humped the floor, as his remaining youthful lust matted the carpet fibers below.
Not having a clue as to whether or not he was eating Barbara's cunt correctly, Miguel got his first positive indication when the older woman's legs seemed to magically levitate off the floor and shake like unsteady tree limbs to each side of his ears.