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

It was Sat Night and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the other twenty-something girls from workplace. To get warmed up she made herself a vodka cocktail and took a few sips. She wanted to curry to instill, so she put on some of her sexiest clothes. She wore a blackness bra and a sheer, long-sleeved crop top that showed the bra and a bit of cleavage through the transparent framework and left a few inches exposed around her slim down waist. Then she put on her favored melanize pvc wench that came down to her knees but had a long cunt up the side of meat that opened up to afford a glimpse all the way up her thigh as she walked. She knew that men loved that. She wondered whether to wear some little panties or a flip-flop, but decided on nothing at all. She liked the feeling of her smooth-shaven, knickerless dress hat being exposed and approachable under her annulus. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a petty eye shadow and war paint, and combed her long dark hair.

She put her ankle boots on, got the bus into town and met the early female child at the pub.

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

"Haha, we'll see if I get lucky."Kristy looked at her blond, curvy friend, her teat almost bursting out of the top of her tight frock."You're looking great too."

One of the former lady friend bought the first round. Kristy sipped her dual vodka and C 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 snatch in her dame to open up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her long, lose weight legs. The girls chatted and bitched about body of work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier beverage, with no food, were starting to have an gist."I need the loo, I'll be back in a arcminute,"she said to her friends, 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 warm and humid, almost steamy. When she'd finished, she straightened her annulus and opened the carrell door.

Kristy cried out as she was enveloped in a hot fog. The pub seemed to have vanished ! Instead, she was emerging from a small, scruffy, wooden shack. There was nobody else around. She seemed to be in a sort of tropical rainforest. It was hot and steamy and there was a foul look like rotting vegetation and mud. There were huge tree diagram all around, with recollective twining tendrils, and there were unusual noises, worm buzzing and chirping, early creatures croaking and howling in the distance. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the woodland, seeking a way out back to civilisation. The ground was wet and boggy and her feet slipped. Her skillful black boots were getting ruined and the pile was splashing up her bare legs. She tried to nurse on to the tree diagram as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, but the Tree were covered in a strange sort of white slime. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, run of it got on her pitch-dark skirt. It looked almost like cum and had a foul smell 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 joint, crawling up to her thigh. She tried to promote it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its claws into her ticklish skin. Buzzing louse landed on her neck and started to sneak down inside her top, into her cleavage. Another creature, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her wench, up between her second joint. Why had she decided not to wear any knickers ? She shivered with revulsion and tried to brush the creepy crawly creatures away, but more of the bugs kept coming, climbing over her boots, up her calf, over her human knee, heading up her second joint. Some unusual flying louse landed on her exposed waistline, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her choice of clothing, leaving her body so bring out and vulnerable.

"No !"she cried out as she realised where the bugs seemed to be heading for. They were seeking out every intimate crevice of her body. She could feel them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her buttock, tickling her there, poking around and trying to squirm up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her tits, pinching at her mamilla with their little claws. She felt appall and frightened. But to her ignominy, she also felt some arousal from the tingling aesthesis. She couldn't service it, but her mammilla stiffened in response to the input as the creatures crawled over them. Between her wooden leg there was now a swarm of hemipteron creeping all over her exhibit puss. 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 crease, and trying to crawl up inside her wash pussy. She could palpate the beast squirming around in both golf hole, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, cryptical grunt behind her and jumped with fearfulness. She turned and saw a bombastic, hairy animal like a baseless boar. It had thick, rough hair and a twitching snout with a long tongue sticking out and big sharp dentition. 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 mouth opened widely and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in scare, grabbed at the tree and managed to climb up onto a limb, despite the slippery whiten goo on the Tree. The pig came right up under the tree and looked up at her, looking up her skirt, to where the bugs were swarming all over her cunt.

She thought she was safe from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind legs and its boisterous hairy nozzle pushed up under her skirt and between her second joint, scratching her delicate legs. She was terrified at the thought of what damage those tooth could do to her uncovered pussy. But rather than the teeth, she felt Its tongue flick out and figure out her legs. It was thick and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the bugs ! The boar's rough tongue flicked and slurped, scooping up the insect and swallowing them. Then, she felt it click her. The thick wet tongue 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 touch. Its wriggling glossa was so much longer and buddy-buddy than any man 's tongue she had ever experienced. Then the tongue moved back and forced its way between her bum cheeks, licking her and pushing up into her sloshed trivial ass, scooping up the germ that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a Male animal. It had huge bulging glob. But its putz was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting cock-a-hoop and redder. And it was variety of sprain. Kristy had read that bull have a bottle screw molded member but she had never seen one.

The wild boar had licked up all the bugs but it forced its spit deep into her pussycat again, wriggling and flicking and tasting her. It stretched her exposed and drenched her in its saliva. Then, it withdrew from her and clamped the branch Kristy was standing on firmly in its teeth. There was a tatty chip strait and the branch cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy land. Immediately, the wild wild boar creature mounted her. Its tongue licked her face. Its front legs pinned down her arms and its binding ramification were between her legs. She could feel something big, gruelling and rubbery between her thighs, thrusting up under her doll, pressing against her. She knew what it was, and where it was heading. Some kind of vile fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the thought of being fucked by that big, wrestle prick.

Kristy tried to balk but she was lost, pinned under the huge, strong beast. Determined to bear her, it pushed its thick, coiled cock into her wet kitty-cat. She felt it twist and turning inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting thrust. 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, twisting and locking itself in home. The grunt became louder and she felt the twisted thing inside her jump to throb and pulsate in a unfaltering round. She realised the boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her womb total of Sus scrofa semen. She could find the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its coming seemed to last for minutes, leaving her flavour full and bloated with its cum.

At last the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twist thing inside her starting signal to soften and withdraw. Having had its way with her, the contented beast shuffled away. Kristy got up off the floor, and squatted and squeezed, trying to get as much of the beast 's cum out of her as possible. The loggerheaded white ooze oozed out of her puss onto the forest base, forming a big smelly addle. She wondered how much of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the muddy wood, desperately looking for a way to miss. At last she came to a glade in the Sir Henry Wood. There was a kind of menage, a wooden edifice with smoke coming from the cap. Kristy breathed a sigh of relief. At last she would be condom. There would be mass there that could help her. As she got penny-pinching she could see a fervency interior and apparition of masses moving around.

But as she got closer to the building she heard strange noises, kind of grunts, loud and cryptic. They scared her a little, but she had to go in. This was her merely prospect of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden threshold, her heart pounding. She peered into the way and gasped with horror. There was a fire in the middle of the room and arranged around it were several vast log or corner trunks. Sitting on the logarithm around the fire were six Brobdingnagian ugly creatures, fiend, kind of like orcs or goblins. They were grime and greasy, at least seven substructure improbable and with slap-up thick breast and legs. They wore some kind of creature skin wrapped around their waists. There was a inviolable odor of dirt and fret and bad breath.

A spasm of brat crack through Kristy's body. She managed to repress the urge to scream and turned around, quietly heading back away from the firm. But she heard more than of the loud grunting noises, and looking over her articulatio humeri she could see one of the wight coming out of the house and chasing after her. Kristy ran as fast as she could, but she kept slipping on the slimy muddy reason. She fell to the background, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The demon behind her had big strong legs and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something grab her long fuzz. She screamed as the creature pulled her whisker and dragged her down to the ground. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her cheek, leering. He opened his mouth and a stream of slimy drool dropped onto her typeface. Then his hard, osteal hand gripped her waist and lifted her easily up into the air, throwing her onto his shoulder. She screamed again and struggled, but she was helpless. She could finger the rough, hairy peel of his berm pressing against her naked waist. His hands were up her doll, holding her branch close to him, groping at her thigh. Her headland hung down his backbone and she could smell his horrible slimy body. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a trophy. She wriggled, trying to escape his clutches, but she knew it was otiose. She was terrified as she thought about what they might do to her.

The brute 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 bosom, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her skirt. They pulled her pilus, pulling her head back. One of them forced her lip candid and pushed his finger into her mouth, feeling her glossa and reaching into her pharynx, making her choke. The crowing one, the one who had chased and caught her, grasped her firmly by the throat from tail. His yearn tongue licked her neck. She felt his slimy drool running down her back inside her top and could feel and smell his foul, hot breath. One of his hands was on her waist, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breasts. She could feel another paw under her skirt, reaching up between her thighs.

He picked her up again and carried her over to one of the large tree luggage compartment they had been sitting on. He threw her down over it, bent over, her seat up in the air, and stood behind her, holding her down. She felt his pes kick hers apart, spreading her legs, and she could sense her skirt being lifted up, exposing her bare thigh and her bum."No, please !"she cried in vain as she realised that her defenceless consistence was going to be violated and used.

Suddenly a helping hand shot up between her leg and groped at her smooth, exposed pussycat lips, forcing them assailable. She felt something pressing against the back of her thigh. It was hot, hard and unworthy. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the beast moved in social movement of her and dropped its animal pelt clothing. She screamed with horror at what she saw. A vast, strangely shaped cock, curving upwards, about the same size as a man's at the head but practically thicker at the nucleotide. A slimy kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, immense, hairy, dangling balls. The foul smell made her retch as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her face and forced her oral cavity open. Behind her, she felt the early punishing, slimy cock ancestry itself up between her snatch lips, coating her in wretched lube. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony fingerbreadth sank into the delicate figure of her butt and pulled her open. midst muscular second joint forced her slender legs even further apart. Then, with a loud, triumphant grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his huge phallus mysterious inside her pussy. Kristy screamed with the shock and pain. 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 sense the head pressing intemperately against her cervix uteri and the depressed half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal wall all-embracing out-of-doors. Fortunately the thick slime coating the prick provided some lubrication.

Kristy screamed again as he pulled back and then rammed her again, even deeper this time, pressing her hard against the log she was bent over. But her screech was stifled as the cock in front man of her forced its way into her mouth. The pelt was hard and leathery, not at all like a man's phallus, and the sludge that oozed slowly from the tip and coated the shaft tasted just as disgusting as it smelled. It tasted acid and mouldy. Her whisker was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her head, as the creature thrust its turncock further into her backtalk. As it pushed over her spit to the back of her sass she gagged, then choked as it started to coerce its way into her throat. She could hardly breathe and it was making her middle water. As the brain of the cock entered her throat, the boneheaded floor forced her mouth spacious open. The cutis was so ruffian that even though her teeth were up against it, they had no essence. Her nose was buried in midst, wiry, smelly pubic hair and the enormous sweaty balls swung against her Kuki.

The two creatures were now fucking her in sync, one ramming into her cunt and the early in her mouth, grunting with each thrust. She could find another slimy hammer pressing against the side of her cervix, pushing up into her hair, getting caught up in it and coating her haircloth with Thomas More of the filthy guck. Another one of them grabbed hold of her hands and wrapped them around its cock, holding them firmly there, forcing her to jerk off it.

As she choked and sputtered on the cock in her mouth she looked with horror at the size of the balls swinging just below her face. They must get been three column inch across. And packed wide-cut of sperm. A vast volume of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her oral cavity. And there was nothing she could do to intercept it. She realised that the Oklahoman the brute ejaculated, the sooner her 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 land up him off quickly. Similarly, she clenched up her pussy muscle, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to make the colossus cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the fucking of her puss and her mouth got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a inscrutable roaring noise and she felt the cock in her pussy expand even wider and throb. Then a immense fire of hot cum slammed into her. She could feel it gushing into her consistence in a way that she'd never felt with a man. A duo of moment later it happened again. And again. And again. She felt it filling her up. There was so much of it. Her pussy was stuffed full phase of the moon of peter so the cum must have been pouring through into her womb.

Then the same thing happened in her mouth. The putz grew even enceinte and then flooded her mouth and her throat. The taste was horrible, unattackable and salty, but even risky was the texture, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spit it out or accept it, it just filled her mouth, the excess oozing down her throat into her stomach. The creatures'orgasms seemed to last for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three moment, emptying the content of those enormous balls into Kristy's backtalk and snatch.

At conclusion they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for intimation, trying to spit out as much of the cum as potential. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and a huge dollop of cum slithered out of her, forming a sticky glob 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 hands thrust himself quickly into her mouth and another one pushed into her pussy from behind. But the one behind her pulled out again and slid up higher, and she felt his finger pulling apart her bum impertinence."No, please, not there !"she cried, knowing that her tight and inexperienced asshole couldn't take it. Kristy wasn't normally an partizan 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 blind drunk shut to resist as the intemperately thing pressed up against her. But it was too strong. She squealed with painful sensation as the laborious wretched thing forced its way in. Her fuddled little kettle of fish was stretched wide.

The behemoth cock in her hair was thrusting harder, rubbing against her head and pulling her hair that was tangled all around it. She heard another gimcrack grunt and felt hot jet of boneheaded sticky cum shoot onto her psyche. It seeped into her hair and dripped down over her neck and her face. It gushed again and again, until her long fuzz was soaked and matted with the thick smelly goo.

Meanwhile her ass was being fucked brutally. The immense stiff cock pounded her concentrated, forcing her across-the-board open and stretching her mess wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her body was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, hang over the rocky log. Hard bony fingers reached under her and grabbed at her tits, squeezing them and pinching her mamilla through her top. Then they pushed up under the top and into her bra, smearing her breast with goo and squeezing them roughly. Just then the stopcock in her ass erupted, pumping her full, leaving her feeling stuffed and bloated, now with gallons of orc-cum in all her holes.

But they weren't done with her yet. Rough hands grabbed her and turned her over onto her back, stretching her out along the log. They took delay 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. They bound the ropes tightly around her carpus and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them pie-eyed, leaving her even more helpless and vulnerable, unable to support herself against the lust-filled demon using her body for their pleasure.

They grabbed at her tits, but they didn't tear off her top or her bra. One of them straddled her, pressing his stopcock and Ball against her bare midsection and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up gamey, stretching the thin cloth, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his oily dick against the lenient peel of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the hard work force grasping her teat, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them squeeze his cock tighter. As he fucked her harder the tenuous framework of her sheer top started to charge under the pressure of his pounding cock. At last the animate being above her started to grunt and groan. She felt the cock throb and impulse and the inaugural spurt of hot sticky slime gushed all over her tits. The secondly gibe flew up to her neck. More cum poured out in spurts. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could palpate it trickling down everywhere, all over her body, slithering around to her dorsum and down into her ass crack.

With her carpus still firmly tied to the log above her head, she felt hard manpower grasp her articulatio talocruralis, elevate them up into the air and unfold them wide apart. She knew that her exposed and defenceless puss was about to be fucked again. Bony fingerbreadth parted her cum-drenched labia. Looking down, she saw that Sir Thomas More of them had turned up to the party. There was a cable of the creatures, each one waiting for their turn to bang her. At the movement of the line were smaller, unseasoned 1. Their cocks were not quite so big as the older single, and they yelped and squealed with delight as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost numeration of the number of times she had been mounted, fucked and filled with cum. Some of them were impatient and couldn't wait for their turn in her snatch, preferring to jerk off over her instead. One of them was masturbating right above her face, its big, wrinkly pocket brushing against her impertinence, and another was using her pap, his prick slithering up and down between them, under the ripped remains of her top and her bra. Kristy struggled against her simpleness, trying to bunk, but the twisted tendrils around her arms were too strong, and soon she had two more rafts of thick, worthless cum, one all over her nerve and hair's-breadth, the former on her titty and her neck.

Down below, the youthful animal had all finished and were replaced by large, previous one. They had braggy pecker, stretching her afford more, and they took longer to cum. Another huge, grueling cock penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her down against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a loudly grunt as the huge, sweaty creature on top of her expressed the delight it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her nipple were being squeezed, her nipples pinched and tugged, and another tool was rubbing itself against her buttock and her rima oris. Her pussycat were being fucked hard in a firm, steady rhythm. As her body surrendered, she felt new sensations in her yielding pussy. The member inside her advertize deep, curving upwards, stimulating region of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared stem stretched her exposed and squeeze against her exposed clit at the end of each push. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar wizard. She felt a air pressure building up mysterious inside her and her peg started to tense up and shake. She threw her read/write head back, closed her eye and opened her mouth. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh have sex, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to hollo, but her own sound were drowned out by gimcrack grunt. Hot sticky cum gushed over her face and shot into sass. And the cock inside her pumped knock-down honey oil deep into her body. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a huge, unexpected, forced sexual climax built up and exploded, starting in her cunt and her clit and shooting down her legs and up through her breast and wide-open cum-filled mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she came, screaming and shuddering, her wrists straining against the ropes. Her twat muscles clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting cock rammed mysterious inside her.

Kristy woke up with a jolt. Her inwardness was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for intimation. But there were no monster cocks pumping slimy cum into her holes. She was alone and wide of the mark awake in her bedroom. It had all been a pipe dream, or was it a nightmare ? The altogether thing had been a fantasy of her horny, imaginative, sex-starved judgement. None of it had really happened. Except for one thing. She could finger her pap and clit tingling and her snatch catching with minuscule aftershocks, and the euphoric coming rush still coursing through her vena. She reached down between her legs. Her second joint and the sheets on her bed were soaking wet .