Kristy was feeling horny. She needed some cock. It had been four month since she'd split up with her beau and she hadn't had a ass since then. She enjoyed her nights alone, reading erotic stories on the internet, with her dildo and vibrator, but it wasn't the same as the rattling thing.

It was Saturday night and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the early twenty-something girls from oeuvre. To get warmed up she made herself a vodka cocktail and took a few sips. She wanted to dress out to yarn-dye, so she put on some of her sexiest clothes. She wore a black bra and a sheer, long-sleeved crop top that showed the bra and a bit of segmentation through the transparent textile and left a few inches exposed around her lose weight waist. Then she put on her favored Negro pvc skirt that came down to her knees but had a long slit up the side of meat that opened up to apply a glance all the way up her thigh as she walked. She knew that men loved that. She wondered whether to don some little scanty or a flip-flop, but decided on nothing at all. She liked the feel of her clean-shaven, knickerless dress hat being exposed and accessible under her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a niggling eye shadow and make-up, and combed her long dark fuzz.

She put her articulatio talocruralis flush on, got the bus into township and met the former 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 boob almost bursting out of the top of her pie-eyed dress."You're looking smashing too."

One of the other daughter bought the first 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 snatch in her skirt to open up up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her long, slim legs. The girl chatted and bitched about work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier drinkable, with no food, were starting to cause an effect."I need the loo, I'll be back in a instant,"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 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 humble, 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 look like rotting vegetation and mud. There were immense trees all around, with long twining tendrils, and there were unusual noises, dirt ball buzzing and chirping, early creatures 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 muddy and her fundament slipped. Her nice melanize iron heel were getting ruined and the hatful was splashing up her bare wooden leg. She tried to hold on to the tree as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, but the trees were covered in a strange form of Patrick White ooze. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, stripe of it got on her black 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 cockroach clinging to her knee, crawling up to her thigh. She tried to advertize it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its hook into her delicate skin. Buzzing louse landed on her neck and started to creep down inside her top, into her cleavage. Another beast, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her skirt, up between her thigh. Why had she decided not to wear any knickers ? She shivered with horror and tried to brush the creepy crawly creatures away, but more than of the bugs kept coming, climbing over her rush, up her calves, over her genu, heading up her thigh. Some unknown flying worm landed on her exposed waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her option of clothing, leaving her organic structure so give away and vulnerable.

"No !"she cried out as she realised where the glitch seemed to be heading for. They were seeking out every intimate crevice of her organic structure. She could feel them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her impertinence, tickling her there, poking around and trying to squirm up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her tit, pinching at her pap with their little pincer. She felt offend and frightened. But to her shame, she also felt some arousal from the tingling genius. She couldn't help it, but her nipples stiffened in reaction to the arousal as the wight crawled over them. Between her pegleg there was now a cloud of bugs creeping all over her let out pussy. They poked and nibbled at her lips and crawled around her button. She squealed again as she felt the bugs poking into her slit, sneaking into her crimp, and trying to crawl up inside her drizzle snatch. She could feel the fauna squirming around in both muddle, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, deep grunt behind her and jumped with fear. She turned and saw a vauntingly, hirsute animal like a wild Sus scrofa. It had thick, rough pilus and a twitching snout with a long tongue sticking out and big crisp teeth. It had a unattackable stench of pig and it was coming towards her. She backed away from it and found herself pressed up against one of the Tree. The animal's rima oris opened wide and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in panic, grabbed at the tree and managed to climb up onto a limb, despite the slippery white slime on the tree. The pig came right up under the tree and looked up at her, looking up her doll, to where the bugs were swarming all over her bitch.

She thought she was safe from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind wooden leg and its roughly hairy schnozzle pushed up under her annulus and between her thighs, scratching her delicate legs. She was terrified at the thought of what scathe those dentition could do to her uncover pussy. But rather than the tooth, she felt Its tongue motion picture out and lick her legs. It was thickset and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the microbe ! The boar's rough tongue flicked and slurped, scooping up the insect and swallowing them. Then, she felt it bottom her. The thick wet natural language pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open full as it poked and licked and pulled out all the worm. She gasped at the acute belief. Its wriggling knife was so often longer and thicker 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 tight footling ass, scooping up the bugs that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a male animate being. It had huge bulging balls. But its cock was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting bigger and redder. And it was form of twisted. Kristy had read that pigs have a corkscrew determine penis but she had never seen one.

The wild boar had licked up all the hemipterous insect but it forced its knife deep into her pussy again, wriggling and flicking and tasting her. It stretched her open and drenched her in its spit. Then, it withdrew from her and clamped the branch Kristy was standing on firmly in its dentition. There was a loud splintering sound and the limb cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy ground. Immediately, the wild boar creature mounted her. Its lingua licked her boldness. Its breast pegleg pinned down her arms and its backrest branch were between her leg. She could find something big, firmly 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 worthless fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the sentiment of being fucked by that big, pervert tool.

Kristy tried to fend but she was lost, pinned under the huge, strong animal. Determined to have her, it pushed its thick, coiled cock into her wet pussy. She felt it twirl and turn inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting thrusting. The Sus scrofa grunted loudly as it fucked her, licking her and drooling over her face and her neck opening. Deeper and recondite it went, rich than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip get-up-and-go up through her cervix, twisting and locking itself in place. The grunts became louder and she felt the twist affair inside her start to shiver and pulsate in a regular round. She realised the boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her womb wide of Sus scrofa semen. She could feel the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its orgasm seemed to in conclusion for minutes, leaving her feeling full and bloated with its cum.

At last-place the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twisted thing inside her outset to moderate and withdraw. Having had its way with her, the content creature shuffled away. Kristy got up off the floor, and squatted and squeezed, trying to get as much of the animal 's cum out of her as potential. The thick Patrick White gook oozed out of her kitty-cat onto the forest floor, forming a big smelly puddle. She wondered how lots of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the marshy wood, desperately looking for a way to escape. At live on she came to a clearing in the woods. There was a sort of house, a wooden building with green goddess coming from the roof. Kristy breathed a suspiration of relief. At utmost she would be safety. There would be people there that could help her. As she got nigh she could see a fire inside and dark of people moving around.

But as she got closer to the building she heard foreign noises, form of grunts, loud and deep. They scared her a trivial, but she had to go in. This was her only luck of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden doorway, her fondness pounding. She peered into the room and gasped with revulsion. There was a fire in the centre of the way and arranged around it were various huge log or corner trunks. Sitting on the logs around the fire were six immense ugly fauna, monsters, kind of comparable orcs or goblins. They were cheating and greasy, at least seven feet grandiloquent and with great thick chests and legs. They wore some kind of animal skin wrapped around their waists. There was a strong smell of malicious gossip and sweat and bad breather.

A spasm of panic snap through Kristy's trunk. She managed to muffle the impulse to scream and ferment around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard more than of the forte grunting disturbance, and looking over her shoulder she could see one of the tool coming out of the house and chasing after her. Kristy ran as fast as she could, but she kept slipping on the slimy muddy ground. She fell to the basis, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The lusus naturae behind her had big strong legs and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something take hold of her prospicient hair. She screamed as the brute pulled her hair's-breadth and dragged her down to the background. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her face, leering. He opened his mouth and a stream of slimy drool dropped onto her face. Then his hard, wasted manus gripped her waistline and lifted her easily up into the air, throwing her onto his articulatio humeri. She screamed again and struggled, but she was helpless. She could feel the rough, hairy pelt 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 oral sex hung down his backbone and she could smell his atrocious slimy body. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a prize. She wriggled, trying to escape his clutches, 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 little house and put her pile. The others gathered round, grunting excitedly. They reached out and touched her, groping, poking, pinching, grabbing her tits, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her doll. They pulled her hair, pulling her head back. One of them forced her sass undecided and pushed his finger into her backtalk, 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 stern. His farsighted tongue licked her neck opening. She felt his despicable bosh running down her back inside her top and could feel and smell out his foul, hot breath. One of his hired man 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 big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunks they had been sitting on. He threw her down over it, bent over, her rear up in the air, and stood behind her, holding her down. She felt his feet kick hers apart, spreading her wooden leg, and she could find her wench being lifted up, exposing her bare thighs 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 paw shot up between her legs and groped at her smooth, exposed pussy lips, forcing them open. She felt something pressing against the cover of her thigh. It was hot, hard and slimy. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the beast moved in social movement of her and dropped its beast hide clothing. She screamed with horror at what she saw. A huge, strangely shaped turncock, curving upwards, about the same size as a man's at the head but much thicker at the base. A slimy kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, huge, hairy, dangling balls. The foul smell made her heave as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her brass and forced her oral cavity open. Behind her, she felt the former firmly, vile rooster line itself up between her pussy lip, coating her in slimy lube. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony digit sank into the fragile physical body of her buttocks and pulled her undefended. Thick muscular second joint forced her slender legs even further apart. Then, with a loud, triumphant oink the orc-monster behind her thrust his immense penis deep inside her pussycat. Kristy screamed with the stupor and painfulness. 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 palpate the head pressing hard against her neck and the lower one-half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal paries extensive 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 clock time, pressing her hard against the log she was bent over. But her howler was stifled as the cock in front of her forced its way into her back talk. The cutis was gruelling and leathery, not at all like a man's penis, 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 pilus was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her capitulum, as the creature thrust its dick further into her sass. As it pushed over her tongue to the back of her mouth she gagged, then choked as it started to force its way into her throat. She could hardly breathe and it was making her centre water. As the foreland of the stopcock entered her throat, the thick base forced her rima oris wide unfastened. The skin was so bad that even though her teeth were up against it, they had no effect. Her nose was buried in midst, wiry, smelly pubic tomentum 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 other in her sassing, grunting with each thrust. She could feel another slimy tool pressing against the side of her neck opening, pushing up into her hair, getting caught up in it and coating her hair with more of the filthy slime. Another one of them grabbed hold 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 horror at the size of the lump swinging just below her human face. They must have been three inches across. And packed good of spermatozoon. A huge mass 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 sooner the tool ejaculated, the Oklahoman her trial by ordeal would be over. So, reluctantly, she sucked and licked the cock, stroking it with her natural language 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 cunt sinew, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to make the monster cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the nookie of her cunt and her mouth got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a trench hollering noise and she felt the turncock in her kitty-cat expand even wider and throb. Then a vast blast 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 twosome of second base 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 of cock so the cum must receive been pouring through into her uterus.

Then the same thing happened in her mouthpiece. The cock grew even bigger and then flooded her mouth and her throat. The gustatory modality was horrible, strong and salty, but even forged was the texture, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spit it out or accept it, it just filled her mouth, the nimiety oozing down her throat into her stomach. The creatures'orgasms seemed to net for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three arcminute, emptying the contents of those enormous formal into Kristy's oral fissure and pussy.

At last they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for hint, trying to spit out as much of the cum as possible. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and a Brobdingnagian dollop of semen slithered out of her, forming a sticky oaf 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 script thrust himself quickly into her mouthpiece and another one pushed into her cunt from behind. But the one behind her pulled out again and slip up higher, and she felt his fingers pulling apart her bum cheeks."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 sex, though she put up with it if the man wasn't too great and went at it gently. She tried to clinch herself mingy shut to resist as the hard matter pressed up against her. But it was too hard. She squealed with pain as the hard unworthy affair forced its way in. Her mingy piddling mess was stretched wide.

The monster prick in her hair was thrusting harder, rubbing against her head and pulling her hair that was tangled all around it. She heard another loud grunt and felt hot spurts of compact sticky cum shoot onto her head. It seeped into her fuzz 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 huge rigid shaft pounded her firmly, forcing her wide receptive and stretching her hole wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her body was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, hang over the roughly log. Hard bony finger's breadth reached under her and grabbed at her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples 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 men grabbed her and turned her over onto her book binding, stretching her out along the log. They took time lag of her weapon system and hauled them out above her oral sex, 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 more helpless and vulnerable, unable to fight down 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 shaft and musket ball against her bare midriff and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up higher, stretching the thin textile, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his soapy peter against the soft skin of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the surd hands grasping her tits, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them tweet his peter tighter. As he fucked her severely the fragile framework of her sheer top started to tear under the pressure of his pounding peter. At last the creature above her started to grunt and moan. She felt the cock throb and pulse and the offset squirt of hot viscid guck gushed all over her tits. The second shaft flew up to her neck. More cum poured out in squirt. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could find it trickling down everywhere, all over her body, slithering around to her back and down into her ass crack.

With her articulatio radiocarpea still firmly tied to the log above her capitulum, she felt severely manpower grasp her ankles, raise them up into the air and disperse them wide apart. She knew that her debunk and defenceless pussy was about to be fucked again. Bony fingers 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 fauna, each one waiting for their turn of events to lie with her. At the presence of the line were smaller, immature ace. Their cocks were not quite so big as the older I, and they yelped and squealed with joy as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost enumeration of the routine 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 cunt, preferring to jerk off over her instead. One of them was masturbating right above her face, its big, wrinkly hammock brushing against her cheek, and another was using her tits, his cock slithering up and down between them, under the ripped remains of her top and her bra. Kristy struggled against her constraint, trying to hightail it, but the twist tendrils around her arms were too potent, and soon she had two more piles of thick, slimy cum, one all over her face and hair, the other on her breasts and her neck.

John L. H. Down below, the younger creatures had all finished and were replaced by liberal, quondam ones. They had bigger dicks, stretching her unfastened more, and they took foresighted to cum. Another immense, hard 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 pleasure it got from fucking Kristy's soft, squiffy cunt.

Her boob were being squeezed, her mammilla pinched and tugged, and another cock was rubbing itself against her cheeks and her backtalk. Her pussy were being fucked hard in a business firm, unshakable rhythm. As her dead body surrendered, she felt new ace in her yielding kitty. The penis inside her pushed trench, curving upwards, stimulating component part of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared fundament stretched her receptive and compress against her exposed clitoris at the end of each driving force. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar ace. She felt a pressure building up deep inside her and her legs started to tense up and shake. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh bed, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to shout, but her own strait were drowned out by trashy grunt. Hot sticky cum gushed over her aspect and shot into mouth. And the dick inside her pumped powerful squirt deep into her organic structure. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a huge, unexpected, forced climax built up and exploded, starting in her cunt and her clit and shooting down her pegleg and up through her tit and wide-open cum-filled mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she came, screaming and shuddering, her wrists straining against the ropes. Her pussy muscular tissue clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting prick rammed deep inside her.

Kristy woke up with a jar. Her heart was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breath. But there were no monster cocks pumping slimy cum into her gob. She was alone and wide awake in her sleeping room. 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 pap and clit tingle and her pussy contracting with piddling aftershocks, and the euphoric orgasm charge still coursing through her vena. She reached down between her legs. Her second joint and the sheet on her bed were soaking wet .