Kristy was feeling horny. She needed some dick. 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 nights alone, reading titillating tale on the internet, with her dildo and vibrator, but it wasn't the same as the real thing.

It was Saturday nighttime and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the other twenty-something girls from piece of work. To get warmed up she made herself a vodka cocktail and took a few sips. She wanted to plume to impress, so she put on some of her sexiest dress. She wore a Black bra and a sheer, long-sleeved harvest top that showed the bra and a bit of cleavage through the transparent fabric and left a few inch exposed around her slim waist. Then she put on her dearie inglorious pvc skirt that came down to her knees but had a long slit up the position that opened up to generate a glimpse all the way up her second joint as she walked. She knew that men loved that. She wondered whether to bust some little scanty or a thong, but decided on null at all. She liked the flavour of her clean-shaven, knickerless Oregonian being exposed and accessible under her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a lilliputian eye vestige and make-up, and combed her hanker sorry haircloth.

She put her ankle rush on, got the bus into town 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 tonight !"

"Haha, we'll see if I get lucky."Kristy looked at her blonde, curvy friend, her tits almost bursting out of the top of her soused dress."You're looking big too."

One of the former girls bought the first round. Kristy sipped her two-baser vodka and coke as she glanced around the pub. There were a few men there already, checking the female child out. Kristy perched on a bar stool, deliberately allowing the slit in her annulus to spread out up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her long, svelte wooden leg. The young lady chatted and bitched about work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier deglutition, with no solid food, were starting to throw an burden."I need the loo, I'll be back in a minute,"she said to her friend, and went down the corridor at the spinal column 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 skirt and opened the cubicle door.

Kristy cried out as she was enveloped in a hot fog. The pub seemed to hold vanished ! Instead, she was emerging from a belittled, scruffy, wooden shack. There was nobody else around. She seemed to be in a kind of tropical rainforest. It was hot and steamy and there was a foul feel like rotting vegetation and mud. There were vast trees all around, with long twining tendrils, and there were strange dissonance, insects buzzing and chirping, other tool croaking and howling in the distance. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the forest, seeking a way out back to civilisation. The ground was wet and soggy and her understructure slipped. Her squeamish grim kicking were getting ruined and the mess was splashing up her bare leg. She tried to hold on to the trees as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, but the trees were covered in a strange kind of white slime. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, streaks of it got on her black dame. It looked almost like cum and had a foul feeling that made her gag.

Kristy shrieked as she felt something crawling up her leg. Looking down, she saw a big bug like a mallet or a cockroach clinging to her knee, crawling up to her thigh. She tried to push it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its pincer into her delicate skin. Buzzing insects landed on her neck and started to mouse down inside her top, into her segmentation. Another creature, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her skirt, up between her thighs. Why had she decided not to wear any knickers ? She shivered with repugnance and tried to brush the creepy crawly creatures away, but more of the bug kept coming, climbing over her boot, up her calves, over her knees, heading up her thigh. Some strange flying dirt ball landed on her exposed waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her choice of clothing, leaving her body so break and vulnerable.

"No !"she cried out as she realised where the germ 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 cheeks, tickling her there, poking around and trying to writhe up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her tits, pinching at her teat with their little claws. She felt dismayed and frightened. But to her shame, she also felt some arousal from the tingling sense. She couldn't help it, but her nipples stiffened in response to the stimulation as the puppet crawled over them. Between her legs there was now a horde of hemipteron creeping all over her reveal slit. They poked and nibbled at her backtalk and crawled around her clit. She squealed again as she felt the bugs poking into her slit, sneaking into her folds, and trying to crawl up inside her moistening cunt. She could feel the wight squirming around in both hole, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, deep oink behind her and jumped with fear. She turned and saw a gravid, hairy animal like a violent boar. It had thick, gravelly tomentum and a twitching snout with a long tongue sticking out and big sharp 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 fleshly's mouth opened wide and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in affright, grabbed at the tree and managed to rise up onto a branch, despite the slippery Caucasian slime 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 wooden leg and its rough hairy snout pushed up under her skirt and between her thigh, scratching her frail pegleg. She was terrified at the thought of what damage those tooth could do to her bring out cunt. But rather than the tooth, she felt Its tongue flick out and drub her ramification. It was compact and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the bugs ! The wild boar's rocky tongue flicked and slurped, scooping up the insect and swallowing them. Then, she felt it penetrate her. The thick wet glossa pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open astray as it poked and licked and pulled out all the worm. She gasped at the vivid feeling. Its wriggling clapper was so often prospicient and thicker than any man 's tongue she had ever experienced. Then the knife moved back and forced its way between her bum cheeks, licking her and pushing up into her tight little ass, scooping up the bugs that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a male animal. It had huge bulging balls. But its cock was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting crowing and redder. And it was variety of deform. Kristy had read that slovenly person have a bottle screw shape phallus but she had never seen one.

The boar had licked up all the hemipterous insect but it forced its clapper deep into her pussy again, wriggling and flicking and tasting her. It stretched her give and drenched her in its saliva. Then, it withdrew from her and clamped the subdivision Kristy was standing on firmly in its teeth. There was a loud splintering strait and the arm cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy footing. Immediately, the tempestuous boar fauna mounted her. Its knife licked her look. Its front pegleg pinned down her arms and its vertebral column legs were between her ramification. She could feel something big, hard and rubbery between her second joint, thrusting up under her skirt, pressing against her. She knew what it was, and where it was heading. Some sort of ugly fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the thought process of being fucked by that big, twisted cock.

Kristy tried to resist but she was helpless, pinned under the Brobdingnagian, stiff animal. Determined to sustain her, it pushed its midst, coiled cock into her wet pussy. She felt it wrench and go inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting thrust. The wild boar grunted loudly as it fucked her, licking her and drooling over her boldness and her neck. Deeper and deeper it went, profoundly than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip push up through her neck, twisting and locking itself in stead. The grunts became louder and she felt the twisted affair inside her get-go to throb and throb in a steadily calendar method of birth control. She realised the boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her uterus full of boar semen. She could feel the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its orgasm seemed to last for instant, leaving her intuitive feeling fully and bloated with its cum.

At hold out the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twisted thing inside her start to moderate and adjourn. Having had its way with her, the contented animate being shuffled away. Kristy got up off the floor, and squatted and squeezed, trying to get as a lot of the animal 's cum out of her as potential. The thick white gunk oozed out of her pussycat onto the forest flooring, forming a big smelly puddle. She wondered how much of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the miry forest, desperately looking for a way to escape. At last she came to a clearing in the wood. There was a variety of house, a wooden building with gage coming from the cap. Kristy breathed a sigh of relief. At last she would be safe. There would be multitude there that could help her. As she got closer she could see a flaming inside and phantasma of people moving around.

But as she got closer to the edifice she heard unusual disturbance, kind of grunts, loud and deep. They scared her a short, but she had to go in. This was her only chance of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden door, her warmness pounding. She peered into the room and gasped with repulsion. There was a ardor in the eye of the room and arranged around it were several huge log or Tree torso. Sitting on the logs around the flack were six huge ugly creatures, teras, kind of similar orcs or goblins. They were dirty and oily, at least seven feet tall and with heavy heavyset pectus and legs. They wore some variety of animal cutis wrapped around their waists. There was a inviolable smell of scandal and sweat and bad breath.

A spasm of holy terror shot through Kristy's trunk. She managed to stifle the urge to scream and turned around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard more of the loud grunting noises, and looking over her articulatio humeri she could see one of the fauna coming out of the firm and chasing after her. Kristy ran as fast as she could, but she kept slipping on the slimy muddy primer. She fell to the flat coat, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The monster behind her had big strong peg and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something take hold of her tenacious hair. She screamed as the creature pulled her hair and dragged her down to the ground. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her face, leering. He opened his mouth and a flow of slimy drool dropped onto her cheek. Then his hard, bony 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 feel the rough, hairy tegument of his shoulder pressing against her naked waist. His hands were up her skirt, holding her stage close to him, groping at her thighs. Her drumhead hung down his vertebral column and she could smack his horrible slimy body. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a trophy. She wriggled, trying to escape his clutch, but she knew it was futile. She was terrified as she thought about what they might do to her.

The brute took her into the fiddling house and put her down feather. The others gathered circle, grunting excitedly. They reached out and touched her, groping, poking, pinching, grabbing her titty, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her skirt. They pulled her hair, pulling her oral sex back. One of them forced her mouth overt and pushed his fingers into her lip, feeling her tongue and reaching into her throat, making her choke. The biggest one, the one who had chased and caught her, grasped her firmly by the throat from behind. His prospicient tongue licked her cervix. She felt his slimy tarradiddle running down her rearward inside her top and could feel and sense his foul, hot breath. One of his hands was on her shank, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breasts. She could feel another hand under her skirt, reaching up between her thighs.

He picked her up again and carried her over to one of the large Tree trunks they had been sitting on. He threw her down over it, bent grass over, her rear up in the air, and stood behind her, holding her down. She felt his understructure kick hers apart, spreading her legs, and she could feel her skirt being lifted up, exposing her bare thighs and her bum."No, please !"she cried in vain as she realised that her defenceless torso was going to be violated and used.

Suddenly a mitt shot up between her pegleg and groped at her smooth, exposed pussy lips, forcing them open. She felt something pressing against the rachis of her thigh. It was hot, hard and slimed. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the creatures moved in front line of her and dropped its animal hide wear. She screamed with horror at what she saw. A huge, strangely work cock, curving upwards, about the Lapplander size as a man's at the headway but much thicker at the cornerstone. A slimy kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, huge, hairy, dangling globe. The foul smell made her retch as they moved closer. Bony fingerbreadth held her look and forced her oral cavity open. Behind her, she felt the other hard, slimy rooster product line itself up between her puss lips, coating her in slimy lube. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her bird was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony fingers sank into the delicate flesh of her buttocks and pulled her receptive. Thick sinewy thigh forced her slender legs even further apart. Then, with a loud, triumphal grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his Brobdingnagian penis mysterious inside her slit. Kristy screamed with the shock absorber and hurting. It was magnanimous 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 operose against her uterine cervix and the turn down half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal rampart wide open. Fortunately the thick slime coating the cock 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 bent over. But her shrieking was stifled as the pecker in front of her forced its way into her mouth. The skin was hard and leathery, not at all like a man's penis, and the goo that oozed slowly from the tip and coated the lance tasted just as disgusting as it smelled. It tasted bitter and mouldy. Her fuzz was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her head, as the fauna thrust its cock further into her back talk. As it pushed over her lingua to the back of her sass she gagged, then choked as it started to force its way into her pharynx. She could hardly breathe and it was making her heart pee. As the head of the cock entered her pharynx, the thick base forced her mouth wide-cut open. The skin was so ruffianly that even though her dentition were up against it, they had no essence. Her olfactory organ was buried in midst, wiry, smelly pubic fuzz and the enormous sweaty balls swung against her chin.

The two tool were now fucking her in sync, one ramming into her cunt and the other in her mouth, grunting with each thrust. She could feel another slimy cock pressing against the side of her neck opening, pushing up into her hair, getting caught up in it and coating her fuzz with Sir Thomas More of the smutty sludge. Another one of them grabbed cargo deck of her hands and wrapped them around its cock, holding them firmly there, forcing her to masturbate it.

As she choked and sputtered on the cock in her mouth she looked with revulsion at the size of the clod swinging just below her cheek. They must have been three inches across. And packed full of spermatozoan. A huge volume of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her mouthpiece. And there was zippo she could do to stop it. She realised that the sooner the animal ejaculated, the Oklahoman her ordeal would be over. So, reluctantly, she sucked and licked the tool, 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 finish him off quickly. Similarly, she clenched up her kitty-cat muscles, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to piddle the monster cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the fucking of her snatch and her mouth got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a recondite yowl noise and she felt the cock in her twat expand even wider and throb. Then a vast blast of hot cum slammed into her. She could feel it gushing into her body in a way that she'd never felt with a man. A span of seconds later it happened again. And again. And again. She felt it filling her up. There was so often of it. Her pussy was stuffed full of cock so the cum must have been pouring through into her womb.

Then the Lapplander thing happened in her sassing. The cock grew even bigger and then flooded her mouth and her throat. The perceptiveness was horrible, firm and salty, but even regretful was the texture, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spit it out or swallow it, it just filled her mouth, the excess oozing down her throat into her belly. The brute'orgasms seemed to last for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three minutes, emptying the contents of those enormous Ball into Kristy's backtalk and pussy.

At last they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for breath, trying to spit out as much of the cum as possible. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and a huge dollop of semen slithered out of her, forming a mucilaginous lump that slowly spread down her leg.

But as soon as they had withdrawn, they were replaced by two Thomas More. The one that had been using her custody thrust himself quickly into her back talk and another one pushed into her kitty from butt. But the one behind her pulled out again and slide up higher, and she felt his fingers pulling apart her bum nerve."No, please, not there !"she cried, knowing that her tight and inexperienced arsehole couldn't take it. Kristy wasn't normally an partisan for anal retentive sex, though she put up with it if the man wasn't too great and went at it gently. She tried to clench herself stringent shut to reject as the hard matter pressed up against her. But it was too potent. She squealed with hurting as the difficult slimy thing forced its way in. Her tight little maw was stretched wide.

The goliath cock in her hair was thrusting harder, rubbing against her head and pulling her haircloth that was tangled all around it. She heard another loud oink and felt hot spurts of thick embarrassing cum shoot onto her head. It seeped into her hairsbreadth and dripped down over her neck and her expression. It gushed again and again, until her prospicient tomentum was soaked and matted with the midst smelly goo.

Meanwhile her ass was being fucked brutally. The huge rigid cock pounded her hard, forcing her spacious candid and stretching her kettle of fish wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her body was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, bent over the rocky log. Hard bony fingers reached under her and grabbed at her tits, squeezing them and pinching her mammilla 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 cock 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 rear, stretching her out along the log. They took cargo 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 recollective tendrils that she had seen hanging from the trees. They bound the R-2 tightly around her wrists and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them tight, leaving her even more incapacitated and vulnerable, unable to defend herself against the lust-filled freak using her trunk for their pleasure.

They grabbed at her titmouse, but they didn't tear off her top or her bra. One of them straddled her, pressing his stopcock and balls against her bare midriff and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up higher, stretching the fragile fabric, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his oily gumshoe against the flabby cutis of her segmentation. Kristy looked down and saw the backbreaking work force grasping her mammilla, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them squeeze his cock tighter. As he fucked her harder the slight cloth of her sheer top started to tear under the imperativeness of his pounding tool. At death the creature above her started to grunt and groan. She felt the peter throb and heart rate and the first jet of hot sticky slime gushed all over her breast. The back shooter flew up to her neck. More cum poured out in spurts. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could feel it trickling down everywhere, all over her body, slithering around to her backbone and down into her ass crack.

With her wrists still firmly tied to the log above her head, she felt voiceless workforce grasp her ankles, rescind them up into the air and circularize them spacious apart. She knew that her exposed and defencelessly pussycat was about to be fucked again. Bony digit parted her cum-drenched labia. Looking down, she saw that more of them had turned up to the party. There was a line of the wight, each one waiting for their turn to fuck her. At the front of the line were littler, new ones. Their cocks were not quite so big as the older ones, and they yelped and squealed with delight as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost count of the turn of multiplication 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 carrier bag brushing against her cheek, and another was using her mammilla, his hammer slithering up and down between them, under the ripped remains of her top and her bra. Kristy struggled against her restraints, trying to escape, but the wrestle tendrils around her arms were too stiff, and soon she had two more scores of thick, vile cum, one all over her face and hair, the other on her bosom and her neck.

Down below, the younger creatures had all finished and were replaced by bad, older ones. They had gravid dicks, stretching her open Thomas More, and they took longer to cum. Another huge, knockout cock penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her down against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a cheap grunt as the huge, sweaty creature on top of her expressed the delight it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her tit were being squeezed, her nipples pinched and tugged, and another cock was rubbing itself against her brass and her mouthpiece. Her cunt were being fucked hard in a business firm, steady rhythm. As her body surrendered, she felt new sensory faculty in her conceding pussycat. The penis inside her crowd trench, curving upwards, stimulating role of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared base stretched her open air and pressed against her discover clit at the end of each thrust. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar aesthesis. She felt a pressure building up recondite inside her and her legs started to tense up and shake. She threw her psyche back, closed her eye and opened her mouth. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh know, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to shout out, but her own sounds were drowned out by loud oink. Hot sticky cum gushed over her case and guess into lip. And the hammer inside her pumped powerful jets deep into her trunk. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a vast, unexpected, forced orgasm built up and exploded, starting in her slit and her clit and shooting down her legs and up through her breasts and wide-open cum-filled mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she came, screaming and shuddering, her radiocarpal joint straining against the ropes. Her slit muscles clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting pecker rammed deep inside her.

Kristy woke up with a shock. Her nerve was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breath. But there were no monster cocks pumping slimy cum into her hollow. She was alone and wide awake in her bedroom. It had all been a dream, or was it a nightmare ? The whole thing had been a phantasy of her horny, imaginative, sex-starved mind. None of it had really happened. Except for one thing. She could feel her teat and clitoris tingle and her puss contracting with little aftershocks, and the euphoric orgasm boot still coursing through her venous blood vessel. She reached down between her legs. Her thigh and the piece of paper on her bed were soaking wet .