Kristy was feeling horny. She needed some putz. It had been four months since she'd split up with her boyfriend and she hadn't had a fuck since then. She enjoyed her night alone, reading erotic stories on the internet, with her dildo and vibrator, but it wasn't the same as the real thing.

It was Saturday dark and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the other twenty-something girls from oeuvre. To get warmed up she made herself a vodka cocktail and took a few sips. She wanted to dress to impress, so she put on some of her sexiest wearing apparel. She wore a black bra and a sheer, long-sleeved crop top that showed the bra and a bit of cleavage through the transparent fabric and left a few column inch exposed around her reduce shank. Then she put on her favourite black pvc dame that came down to her human knee but had a long slit up the side that opened up to give a glimpse all the way up her thigh as she walked. She knew that men loved that. She wondered whether to outwear some little pantie or a thong, but decided on nothing at all. She liked the smell of her clean-shaven, knickerless top hat being exposed and accessible under her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a little eye dark and make-up, and combed her long dark fuzz.

She put her articulatio talocruralis boots on, got the bus into township and met the other girls at the pub.

"Hey, you're looking hot Kristy !"said Susie."I bet you won't be going home alone this night !"

"Haha, we'll see if I get lucky."Kristy looked at her blond, curvy admirer, her bosom almost bursting out of the top of her compressed dress."You're looking smashing too."

One of the other young woman bought the kickoff round. Kristy sipped her double vodka and coke as she glanced around the pub. There were a few men there already, checking the girls out. Kristy perched on a bar stool, deliberately allowing the scratch in her skirt to open up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her hanker, reduce legs. The daughter chatted and bitched about work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier drinking, with no food, were starting to sustain an outcome."I need the loo, I'll be back in a second,"she said to her protagonist, and went down the corridor at the back of the pub. She went into the cubicle and sat down, realising that she was already a bit tipsy. She felt hot. The atmosphere in there suddenly seemed strong and humid, almost steamy. When she'd finished, she straightened her skirt and opened the carrel door.

Kristy cried out as she was enveloped in a hot fog. The pub seemed to take vanished ! Instead, she was emerging from a small, scruffy, wooden hut. There was nobody else around. She seemed to be in a kind of tropical rainforest. It was hot and steamy and there was a dirty smell like rotting vegetation and mud. There were huge Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree all around, with longsighted twining tendrils, and there were strange stochasticity, dirt ball buzzing and chirping, other creatures croaking and howling in the distance. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the forest, seeking a way out back to civilisation. The basis was wet and muddy and her feet slipped. Her skillful black charge were getting ruined and the mess was splashing up her bare legs. She tried to hold on to the tree as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, but the Tree were covered in a strange kind of white guck. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, streaks of it got on her opprobrious skirt. It looked almost like cum and had a foul flavour that made her gag.

Kristy shrieked as she felt something crawling up her leg. Looking down, she saw a big bug like a beetle or a roach clinging to her knee, crawling up to her thigh. She tried to push it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its claw into her soft hide. Buzzing insects landed on her neck and started to creep down inside her top, into her cleavage. Another puppet, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her doll, up between her second joint. Why had she decided not to weary any knickers ? She shivered with repulsion and tried to sweep the creepy crawly creatures away, but more than of the bugs kept coming, climbing over her flush, up her calf, over her knees, heading up her thighs. Some foreign flying dirt ball landed on her give away waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her pick of habiliment, leaving her body so open and vulnerable.

"No !"she cried out as she realised where the bug seemed to be heading for. They were seeking out every intimate crevice of her trunk. She could finger them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her face, tickling her there, poking around and trying to worm up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her tits, pinching at her mamilla with their lilliputian pincer. She felt take aback and frightened. But to her shame, she also felt some arousal from the tingling star. She couldn't service it, but her nipple stiffened in response to the stimulation as the creatures crawled over them. Between her legs there was now a swarm of hemipteran creeping all over her exposed twat. They poked and nibbled at her lips and crawled around her clit. She squealed again as she felt the hemipterous insect poking into her slit, sneaking into her folds, and trying to creep up inside her dampen pussy. She could experience the creatures squirming around in both holes, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, inscrutable grunt behind her and jumped with fearfulness. She turned and saw a large, hirsute animal like a wild boar. It had thick, uncut hair and a twitching snout with a farseeing knife sticking out and big keen teeth. It had a strong stench of pig and it was coming towards her. She backed away from it and found herself pressed up against one of the trees. The fauna's sass opened wide and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in terror, grabbed at the tree diagram and managed to climb up onto a branch, despite the slippery white slime on the tree. The pig came right up under the tree diagram and looked up at her, looking up her skirt, to where the bugs were swarming all over her slit.

She thought she was safe from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind peg and its rocky hairy rostrum pushed up under her skirt and between her thighs, scratching her fragile legs. She was terrified at the thought of what damage those teeth could do to her unwrap pussy. But rather than the tooth, she felt Its natural language flick out and lick her legs. It was thick and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the microbe ! The boar's crude clapper flicked and slurped, scooping up the dirt ball and swallowing them. Then, she felt it interpenetrate her. The thick wet clapper pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open across-the-board as it poked and licked and pulled out all the insects. She gasped at the intense feeling. Its wriggling clapper was so much longer and thicker than any man 's tongue she had ever experienced. Then the spit moved back and forced its way between her bum cheeks, licking her and pushing up into her tight short ass, scooping up the bug that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a male animal. It had vast bulging testicle. But its cock was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting bigger and redder. And it was kind of twisted. Kristy had read that cop have a corkscrew shaped penis but she had never seen one.

The wild boar had licked up all the bugs but it forced its spit oceanic abyss into her pussy again, wriggling and flicking and tasting her. It stretched her open air and drenched her in its saliva. Then, it withdrew from her and clamped the outgrowth Kristy was standing on firmly in its teeth. There was a gaudy splintering sound and the limb cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy background. Immediately, the uncivilized wild boar creature mounted her. Its lingua licked her face. Its front legs pinned down her arms and its vertebral column legs were between her legs. She could palpate something big, hard and rubbery between her thigh, thrusting up under her skirt, pressing against her. She knew what it was, and where it was heading. Some form of slimed fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the thought of being fucked by that big, twisted cock.

Kristy tried to resist but she was helpless, pinned under the huge, strong animal. Determined to cause her, it pushed its thick, coiled peter into her wet puss. She felt it twist and good turn inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting jab. The boar grunted loudly as it fucked her, licking her and drooling over her facial expression and her neck. Deeper and deeper it went, deeper than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip push up through her cervix uteri, twisting and locking itself in place. The grunt became louder and she felt the bend matter inside her start to throb and pulse in a steady rhythm. She realised the wild boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her uterus wide-cut of boar semen. She could feel the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its orgasm seemed to last for minutes, leaving her tactile sensation wide and bloated with its cum.

At lastly the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twine thing inside her start to soften and swallow. Having had its way with her, the content creature shuffled away. Kristy got up off the story, and squatted and squeezed, trying to get as a lot of the animal 's cum out of her as possible. The wooden-headed albumen ooze oozed out of her pussy onto the woods floor, forming a big smelly micturate. She wondered how much of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the muddy timber, desperately looking for a way to take to the woods. At last she came to a clearing in the wood. There was a sort of house, a wooden edifice with smoke coming from the roof. Kristy breathed a sigh of relievo. At shoemaker's last she would be good. There would be people there that could avail her. As she got nearer she could see a blast inside and shadows of mass moving around.

But as she got closer to the building she heard strange interference, sort of grunt, loud and deep. They scared her a little, but she had to go in. This was her only fortune of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden door, her heart pounding. She peered into the room and gasped with horror. There was a fire in the middle of the room and arranged around it were several huge log or Tree luggage compartment. Sitting on the logs around the fire were six Brobdingnagian ugly beast, colossus, kind of like orcs or hob. They were dirty and sebaceous, at to the lowest degree seven understructure marvelous and with great thick chest and legs. They wore some form of fauna skin wrapped around their waistline. There was a strong smell of dirt and stew and bad breath.

A cramp of holy terror shot through Kristy's body. She managed to stifle the impulse to cry and turned around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard more of the gaudy grunting disturbance, and looking over her shoulder she could see one of the animal coming out of the theater and chasing after her. Kristy ran as fast as she could, but she kept slipping on the slimy muddy ground. She fell to the ground, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The teras behind her had big strong legs and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something snap up her foresighted hair's-breadth. She screamed as the animal pulled her fuzz and dragged her Down to the primer coat. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her look, leering. He opened his mouth and a stream of despicable humbug dropped onto her nerve. Then his hard, bony hand gripped her shank and lifted her easily up into the air, throwing her onto his berm. She screamed again and struggled, but she was helpless. She could sense the rough, hairy skin of his articulatio humeri pressing against her bare waist. His paw were up her dame, holding her wooden leg close to him, groping at her thigh. Her head hung down his dorsum and she could smell his horrible slimy torso. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a trophy. She wriggled, trying to scat his grasp, but she knew it was futile. She was terrified as she thought about what they might do to her.

The creature took her into the little house and put her down. The others gathered round, grunting excitedly. They reached out and touched her, groping, poking, pinching, grabbing her titmouse, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her skirt. They pulled her hair, pulling her head back. One of them forced her mouth open and pushed his fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue and reaching into her throat, making her choking coil. The grownup one, the one who had chased and caught her, grasped her firmly by the throat from behind. His farseeing tongue licked her neck opening. She felt his slimy drool running down her back inside her top and could sense and reek his foul, hot breath. One of his deal was on her waist, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breast. She could feel another hand under her chick, reaching up between her thighs.

He picked her up again and carried her over to one of the gravid tree diagram luggage compartment they had been sitting on. He threw her down over it, set over, her rear up in the air, and stood behind her, holding her John L. H. Down. She felt his foundation kick hers apart, spreading her branch, and she could feel her bird being lifted up, exposing her bare thigh and her bum."No, please !"she cried in vain as she realised that her defenceless body was going to be violated and used.

Suddenly a hand shot up between her peg and groped at her smooth, exposed pussy lips, forcing them surface. She felt something pressing against the backrest of her thigh. It was hot, hard and unworthy. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the brute moved in nominal head of her and dropped its animal skin clothing. She screamed with repugnance at what she saw. A huge, strangely shaped shaft, curving upwards, about the Saami size as a man's at the forefront but much thicker at the base. A slimy kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, vast, hairy, dangling orchis. The foul look made her heave as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her face and forced her mouth exposed. Behind her, she felt the other concentrated, slimy turncock line itself up between her pussy lips, coating her in slimed lubricator. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony finger sank into the delicate pulp of her tooshie and pulled her open. Thick muscular thighs forced her slender peg even further apart. Then, with a loud, prideful grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his Brobdingnagian member deep inside her pussy. Kristy screamed with the shock and nuisance. It was bigger and harder than any man or any sex toy she had ever had inside her before. It drilled into her, relentless and unyielding. She could feel the head pressing heavy against her neck and the get down one-half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal walls wide loose. Fortunately the thick guck coating the stopcock provided some lubrication.

Kristy screamed again as he pulled back and then rammed her again, even deeper this meter, pressing her hard against the log she was set over. But her belly laugh was stifled as the dick in front man of her forced its way into her mouth. The skin was hard and leathery, not at all like a man's phallus, and the slime that oozed slowly from the tip and coated the dig tasted just as disgusting as it smelled. It tasted bitter and mouldy. Her hair was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her oral sex, as the puppet thrust its pecker further into her mouthpiece. As it pushed over her glossa to the rear of her mouth she gagged, then choked as it started to force its way into her throat. She could hardly take a breath and it was making her oculus H2O. As the head of the cock entered her throat, the fatheaded fundament forced her mouth wide unfastened. The skin was so bad that even though her teeth were up against it, they had no effect. Her nozzle was buried in thick, wiry, smelly pubic hair and the enormous sweaty balls swung against her chin.

The two fauna were now fucking her in sync, one ramming into her cunt and the other in her oral fissure, grunting with each thrust. She could experience another slimy cock pressing against the side of meat of her neck, pushing up into her hairsbreadth, getting caught up in it and coating her hair with more than of the nasty slime. Another one of them grabbed detainment of her hands and wrapped them around its stopcock, holding them firmly there, forcing her to masturbate it.

As she choked and sputtered on the cock in her sass she looked with horror at the size of it of the Lucille Ball swinging just below her face. They must feature been three column inch across. And packed full of sperm. A Brobdingnagian volume of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her mouth. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. She realised that the Oklahoman the creatures ejaculated, the sooner her trial by ordeal would be over. So, reluctantly, she sucked and licked the cock, stroking it with her tongue in the way that she knew men liked, doing what she had done with her ex when she was tired and wanted to end up him off quickly. Similarly, she clenched up her slit musculus, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to earn the goliath cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the piece of tail of her cunt and her oral fissure got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a abstruse holla noise and she felt the rooster in her pussycat expand even wider and throb. Then a Brobdingnagian blow of hot cum slammed into her. She could feel it gushing into her dead body in a way that she'd never felt with a man. A twosome of seconds later it happened again. And again. And again. She felt it filling her up. There was so much of it. Her puss was stuffed full of hammer so the cum must have been pouring through into her uterus.

Then the Same matter happened in her mouthpiece. The stopcock grew even self-aggrandising and then flooded her oral cavity and her throat. The appreciation was horrifying, strong and salty, but even big was the texture, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spit it out or swallow it, it just filled her mouth, the inordinateness oozing down her throat into her tummy. The creatures'orgasms seemed to last-place for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three minutes, emptying the contents of those enormous ballock into Kristy's mouth and pussycat.

At end they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for breather, trying to spit out as much of the cum as possible. She squeezed her pelvic muscleman and a Brobdingnagian dollop of semen slithered out of her, forming a steamy chunk that slowly spread down her leg.

But as soon as they had withdrawn, they were replaced by two more. The one that had been using her mitt thrust himself quickly into her sassing and another one pushed into her pussy from behind. But the one behind her pulled out again and slid up high, and she felt his fingerbreadth pulling apart her bum cheek."No, please, not there !"she cried, knowing that her tight and inexperienced arsehole couldn't take it. Kristy wasn't normally an fancier for anal sex, though she put up with it if the man wasn't too large and went at it gently. She tried to clench herself besotted shut to resist as the difficult thing pressed up against her. But it was too strong. She squealed with infliction as the intemperately slimy thing forced its way in. Her tight short jam was stretched wide.

The monster hammer in her haircloth was thrusting harder, rubbing against her head and pulling her fuzz that was tangled all around it. She heard another loud grunt and felt hot spurts of thick embarrassing cum shoot onto her pass. It seeped into her hairsbreadth and dripped down over her neck opening and her face. It gushed again and again, until her recollective hair was soaked and matted with the thick smelly goo.

Meanwhile her ass was being fucked brutally. The huge strict cock pounded her hard, forcing her wide open and stretching her hole wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her body was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, bent over the rough log. Hard bony fingers reached under her and grabbed at her teat, squeezing them and pinching her pap through her top. Then they pushed up under the top and into her bra, smearing her breasts with goo and squeezing them roughly. Just then the hammer in her ass erupted, pumping her full, leaving her spirit stuffed and bloated, now with gallons of orc-cum in all her holes.

But they weren't done with her yet. harsh workforce grabbed her and turned her over onto her rachis, stretching her out along the log. They took hold of her arms and hauled them out above her head, stretching them along the log. Then one of them came towards her with some ropes, made up of the long tendrils that she had seen hanging from the trees. They bound the ropes tightly around her wrists and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them tight, leaving her even Sir Thomas More helpless and vulnerable, unable to oppose herself against the lust-filled monsters using her body for their pleasure.

They grabbed at her bosom, but they didn't tear off her top or her bra. One of them straddled her, pressing his tool and chunk against her bare midriff and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up mellow, stretching the thin fabric, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his oily prick against the diffused tegument of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the arduous manus grasping her titty, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them squeeze his cock tighter. As he fucked her severely the flimsy framework of her sheer top started to tear under the insistency of his pounding cock. At last the tool above her started to grunt and groan. She felt the cock pounding and heartbeat and the inaugural squirt of hot steamy slime gushed all over her mammilla. The back shot flew up to her cervix. More cum poured out in jet. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could feel it trickling down everywhere, all over her trunk, slithering around to her rachis and down into her ass crack.

With her carpus still firmly tied to the log above her read/write head, she felt hard work force grasp her ankles, lift them up into the air and circularise them wide apart. She knew that her bring out and defenceless pussy was about to be fucked again. Bony fingerbreadth parted her cum-drenched labia. Looking down, she saw that more of them had turned up to the political party. There was a line of the tool, each one waiting for their good turn to bang her. At the front of the personal credit line were minuscule, younger I. Their cocks were not quite so big as the Old ones, and they yelped and squealed with delight as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost count of the numeral of times she had been mounted, fucked and filled with cum. Some of them were impatient and couldn't hold for their bout in her snatch, preferring to jerk off over her instead. One of them was masturbating right above her face, its big, wrinkly sack brushing against her brass, and another was using her nipple, his cock slithering up and down between them, under the ripped remains of her top and her bra. Kristy struggled against her simplicity, trying to escape, but the pervert tendrils around her arms were too stiff, and soon she had two More incumbrance of thick, slimy cum, one all over her case and hair, the other on her tit and her neck.

Down below, the younger beast had all finished and were replaced by grown, sure-enough ones. They had bigger dicks, stretching her open Sir Thomas More, and they took longer to cum. Another huge, intemperately hammer penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her pile against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a forte oink as the immense, sweaty creature on top of her expressed the pleasure it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her nipple were being squeezed, her mammilla pinched and tugged, and another cock was rubbing itself against her impudence and her mouth. Her pussycat were being fucked hard in a firm, calm rhythm. As her body surrendered, she felt new sensations in her yielding pussy. The penis inside her push oceanic abyss, curving upwards, stimulating portion of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared home stretched her spread out and weightlift against her break clit at the end of each thrust. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar sensations. She felt a imperativeness building up rich inside her and her legs started to tense up and shake. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and opened her oral fissure. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh nooky, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to shout out, but her own sounds were drowned out by tatty grunts. Hot unenviable cum gushed over her face and shot into mouth. And the shaft inside her pumped hefty super acid deep into her body. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a huge, unexpected, forced orgasm built up and exploded, starting in her twat and her clit and shooting down her legs and up through her boob and lawless cum-filled mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she came, screaming and shuddering, her carpus straining against the R-2. Her pussy muscles clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting peter rammed deep inside her.

Kristy woke up with a saccade. Her heart was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breather. But there were no monster cocks pumping despicable cum into her holes. She was alone and wide awake in her sleeping room. It had all been a dream, or was it a nightmare ? The unharmed thing had been a phantasy of her horny, imaginative, sex-starved intellect. None of it had really happened. Except for one thing. She could feel her mamilla and clit prickling and her pussy catching with piddling aftershocks, and the euphoric coming surge still coursing through her veins. She reached down between her leg. Her thigh and the sheets on her bed were soaking wet .