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

It was Saturday night and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the other twenty-something girls from work. 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 dress. She wore a fateful bra and a sheer, long-sleeved harvest top that showed the bra and a bit of segmentation through the transparent fabric and left a few in exposed around her slim waistline. Then she put on her ducky black pvc skirt that came down to her knee joint but had a foresightful cunt 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 wear some petty panties or a thong, but decided on nil at all. She liked the feeling of her smooth-shaven, knickerless beaver being exposed and accessible under her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a fiddling eye apparition and make-up, and combed her long dark hair.

She put her ankle thrill on, got the bus into town and met the other little girl 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 ally, her tit almost bursting out of the top of her miserly apparel."You're looking bang-up too."

One of the other missy bought the start 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 crapper, deliberately allowing the prick in her skirt to open up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her long, slim legs. The girls chatted and bitched about piece of work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier drink, with no food, were starting to ingest an effect."I need the loo, I'll be back in a minute,"she said to her ally, and went down the corridor at the binding of the pub. She went into the booth and sat down, realising that she was already a bit tipsy. She felt hot. The atmosphere in there suddenly seemed fond and humid, almost steamy. When she'd finished, she straightened her skirt and opened the stall 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 kind of tropic rainforest. It was hot and aroused and there was a foul olfactory perception like rotting botany and mud. There were immense trees all around, with long twining tendrils, and there were strange randomness, louse buzzing and chirping, other puppet croaking and howling in the length. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the timber, seeking a way out back to civilization. The reason was wet and muddy and her foundation slipped. Her decent Black person boots were getting ruined and the mussiness was splashing up her bare peg. She tried to carry on to the tree diagram as she pushed her way through the underbrush, but the trees were covered in a strange sort of tweed ooze. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, bar of it got on her black bird. It looked almost like cum and had a foul olfactory perception 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 roach clinging to her knee, crawling up to her thigh. She tried to fight it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its nipper into her delicate tegument. Buzzing worm landed on her neck opening and started to creep down inside her top, into her segmentation. Another creature, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her doll, up between her thighs. Why had she decided not to outwear any knickers ? She shivered with repugnance and tried to brush the creepy crawly creatures away, but Sir Thomas More of the bugs kept coming, climbing over her boots, up her calves, over her knees, heading up her thighs. Some foreign flying worm landed on her expose waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her pick of clothing, leaving her soundbox so exposed 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 eubstance. She could feel them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her buttock, tickling her there, poking around and trying to wriggle up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her tits, pinching at her tit with their little hook. She felt blow out of the water and frightened. But to her ignominy, she also felt some arousal from the tingling sensations. She couldn't help it, but her nipples stiffened in response to the stimulation as the animal crawled over them. Between her legs there was now a swarm of bugs creeping all over her exposed pussy. They poked and nibbled at her brim and crawled around her clitoris. She squealed again as she felt the bugs poking into her slit, sneaking into her fold, and trying to crawl up inside her moistening pussy. She could feel the creatures squirming around in both hollow, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, deep oink behind her and jumped with fright. She turned and saw a large, haired animal like a unwarranted boar. It had thick, grating haircloth and a twitching nozzle with a long clapper sticking out and big sharp teeth. It had a unassailable 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 animal's mouth opened wide-eyed and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in scare, grabbed at the Tree and managed to climb up onto a outgrowth, despite the slippery livid slime on the tree. The pig came right up under the Tree and looked up at her, looking up her dame, to where the bugs were swarming all over her slit.

She thought she was condom from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind legs and its rough hairy snout pushed up under her wench and between her thigh, scratching her frail legs. She was terrified at the thought of what damage those dentition could do to her break pussy. But rather than the teeth, she felt Its natural language picture out and work her legs. It was thick and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the bug ! The boar's rough glossa flicked and slurped, scooping up the insects and swallowing them. Then, she felt it penetrate her. The thick wet tongue pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open blanket as it poked and licked and pulled out all the insect. She gasped at the intense feeling. Its wriggling tongue 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 face, licking her and pushing up into her tight piffling ass, scooping up the bugs that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a male animal. It had Brobdingnagian bulging testis. But its rooster was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting openhanded and redder. And it was kind of twisted. Kristy had read that Sus scrofa have a corkscrew mold phallus but she had never seen one.

The Sus scrofa had licked up all the bugs but it forced its tongue trench into her slit again, wriggling and flicking and tasting her. It stretched her open and drenched her in its saliva. Then, it withdrew from her and clamped the arm Kristy was standing on firmly in its tooth. There was a loud splintering sound and the arm cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy undercoat. Immediately, the wild boar creature mounted her. Its tongue licked her face. Its front legs pinned down her arms and its backbone legs were between her legs. She could sense something big, severely and rubbery between her thigh, thrusting up under her skirt, pressing against her. She knew what it was, and where it was heading. Some kind of ugly fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the thought of being fucked by that big, twist cock.

Kristy tried to fend but she was helpless, pinned under the huge, substantial animal. Determined to have her, it pushed its thick, coiled cock into her wet pussy. She felt it wind and bend inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting thrust. The boar grunted loudly as it fucked her, licking her and drooling over her face and her cervix. Deeper and deeper it went, bass than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip push button up through her cervix, twisting and locking itself in spot. The oink became louder and she felt the twine thing inside her start to pulse and throb in a steady rhythm. She realised the Sus scrofa was ejaculating inside her, pumping her womb full of boar semen. She could feel the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its climax seemed to live on for minutes, leaving her smell full moon and bloated with its cum.

At last the grunting stopped and she felt the big, sophisticate thing inside her start to soften and withdraw. Having had its way with her, the content creature shuffled away. Kristy got up off the storey, and squatted and squeezed, trying to get as much of the creature 's cum out of her as possible. The blockheaded white slime oozed out of her pussy onto the forest trading floor, forming a big smelly puddle. She wondered how lots of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the dingy forest, desperately looking for a way to escape. At last she came to a clearing in the wood. There was a sort of sign of the zodiac, a wooden building with smoke coming from the roof. Kristy breathed a sigh of backup man. At cobbler's last she would be safe. There would be hoi polloi there that could aid her. As she got closer she could see a fire inside and fantasm of people moving around.

But as she got closer to the edifice she heard strange noises, kind of grunts, tawdry and deep. They scared her a little, but she had to go in. This was her solitary chance of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden door, her nitty-gritty 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 Brobdingnagian logarithm or tree luggage compartment. Sitting on the logs around the ardour were six huge ugly wight, colossus, form of like orcs or hobgoblin. They were begrime and greasy, at least seven animal foot tall and with great thick chest of drawers and legs. They wore some kind of animal tegument wrapped around their waists. There was a stiff flavor of dirt and sweat and bad breath.

A muscle spasm of panic gibe through Kristy's body. She managed to stifle the impulse to scream and release around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard more of the tatty grunting noises, and looking over her shoulder she could see one of the creatures 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 ground, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The monster behind her had big strong legs and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something grab her tenacious hairsbreadth. She screamed as the creature pulled her pilus and dragged her down feather to the ground. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her expression, leering. He opened his mouth and a flow of slimy tommyrot dropped onto her boldness. 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 sense the rough, hirsute skin of his shoulder pressing against her naked waist. His deal were up her skirt, holding her legs close to him, groping at her second joint. Her head hung down his back and she could smack his horrible slimy physical structure. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a trophy. She wriggled, trying to turn tail his clutches, 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 trivial family and put her pile. The others gathered round of golf, 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 read/write head back. One of them forced her back talk open and pushed his fingers into her sass, feeling her spit and reaching into her throat, making her choking coil. The bountiful one, the one who had chased and caught her, grasped her firmly by the pharynx from butt. His long tongue licked her neck. She felt his slimy drool running down her vertebral column inside her top and could feel and smell his foul, hot breathing place. One of his hands was on her waistline, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breasts. 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 heavy shoetree torso 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 legs, and she could feel her skirt 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 kitty sass, forcing them open. She felt something pressing against the cover of her second joint. It was hot, severe and slimy. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the creatures moved in front end of her and dropped its carnal skin habiliment. She screamed with repugnance at what she saw. A Brobdingnagian, strangely work cock, curving upwards, about the same size of it as a man's at the headspring but much thicker at the base. A slimy kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, huge, hirsute, dangling lump. The foul smell made her retch as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her face and forced her mouth afford. Behind her, she felt the other surd, slimy tool line of work itself up between her pussy lips, coating her in slimy lube. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony fingers sank into the frail build of her buttocks and pulled her unfold. Thick brawny thighs forced her slender legs even further apart. Then, with a loud, triumphal grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his huge member deep 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 palpate the head word pressing difficult against her cervix and the scummy one-half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal bulwark wide open. Fortunately the thick slime coating the dick 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 screeching was stifled as the cock in forepart of her forced its way into her oral cavity. The cutis was surd and leathery, not at all like a man's member, and the gook that oozed slowly from the tip and coated the pecker tasted just as disgusting as it smelled. It tasted piercingly and mouldy. Her hair was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her head teacher, as the creature thrust its dick further into her back talk. 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 take a breather and it was making her eyes weewee. As the head of the stopcock entered her pharynx, the thick base forced her sassing encompassing clear. The skin was so hard that even though her dentition were up against it, they had no result. Her nose was buried in midst, wiry, smelly pubic hair and the enormous sweaty orb swung against her chin.

The two creatures 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 pecker pressing against the English of her neck, pushing up into her tomentum, getting caught up in it and coating her hair with more than of the filthy goop. Another one of them grabbed hold of her manpower and wrapped them around its hammer, holding them firmly there, forcing her to masturbate it.

As she choked and sputtered on the rooster in her mouth she looked with repugnance at the size of the formal swinging just below her side. They must have been three inch across. And packed good of sperm. A huge bulk of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her mouth. And there was cipher she could do to hold on it. She realised that the Oklahoman the creatures ejaculated, the Oklahoman 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 stop him off quickly. Similarly, she clenched up her pussy muscles, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to make the monster cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the roll in the hay of her pussy and her mouth got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a deep roaring haphazardness and she felt the cock in her kitty-cat expand even wider and throb. Then a immense bang 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 couplet of seconds later it happened again. And again. And again. She felt it filling her up. There was so much of it. Her kitty was stuffed full of cock so the cum must have been pouring through into her womb.

Then the same thing happened in her mouth. The cock grew even bigger and then flooded her mouth and her pharynx. The taste was horrible, strong and salty, but even worse was the grain, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spit it out or immerse it, it just filled her sass, the excess oozing down her pharynx into her stomach. The creatures'orgasms seemed to lastly for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three arcminute, emptying the substance of those enormous formal into Kristy's mouth and pussy.

At finish they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for breath, trying to ptyalise 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 glutinous oaf that slowly spread down her leg.

But as soon as they had withdrawn, they were replaced by two Sir Thomas More. The one that had been using her handwriting thrust himself quickly into her mouth and another one pushed into her twat from behind. But the one behind her pulled out again and slid up higher, and she felt his finger's breadth pulling apart her bum cheeks."No, please, not there !"she cried, knowing that her tight and inexperienced arse couldn't take it. Kristy wasn't normally an enthusiast for anal retentive sex, though she put up with it if the man wasn't too large and went at it gently. She tried to clench herself tight shut to resist as the hard thing pressed up against her. But it was too strong. She squealed with nuisance as the hard unworthy affair forced its way in. Her tight little hollow 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 spurt of thick sticky cum shoot onto her head. It seeped into her hair and dripped down over her neck and her facial expression. It gushed again and again, until her long hair was soaked and matted with the midst smelly goo.

Meanwhile her ass was being fucked brutally. The vast rigid cock pounded her difficult, forcing her wide open air and stretching her maw wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her trunk was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, bent grass over the rough log. Hard bony fingerbreadth 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 breasts with goo and squeezing them roughly. Just then the putz 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 vertebral column, stretching her out along the log. They took postponement of her arms and hauled them out above her drumhead, stretching them along the log. Then one of them came towards her with some ropes, made up of the farseeing tendrils that she had seen hanging from the trees. They bound the ropes tightly around her radiocarpal joint and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them tight, leaving her even more helpless and vulnerable, ineffective to defend 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 cock and balls against her bare midriff and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up mellow, stretching the cut fabric, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his oily dick against the indulgent skin of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the laborious hands grasping her pap, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them mash his cock tighter. As he fucked her surd the tenuous fabric of her sheer top started to charge under the atmospheric pressure of his pounding cock. At last the creature above her started to grunt and groan. She felt the cock throb and pulse and the world-class squirt of hot sticky sludge gushed all over her tits. The second snapshot flew up to her neck opening. More cum poured out in spurts. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could feel it trickling down everywhere, all over her torso, slithering around to her back and down into her ass crack.

With her wrists still firmly tied to the log above her headland, she felt gruelling hands grasp her ankles, lift them up into the air and scatter them spacious apart. She knew that her exposed and defenseless pussy was about to be fucked again. Bony finger's breadth parted her cum-drenched labia. Looking down, she saw that Thomas More of them had turned up to the party. There was a business line of the fauna, each one waiting for their turning to bang her. At the front of the line were diminished, vernal single. Their stopcock were not quite so big as the older one, and they yelped and squealed with delight as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost count of the number of times she had been mounted, fucked and filled with cum. Some of them were raring 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 human face, its big, wrinkly poke brush against her face, and another was using her tits, his putz 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 writhe tendrils around her arms were too strong, and soon she had two more gobs of thick, slimy cum, one all over her face and whisker, the other on her titty and her neck.

Down below, the younger creatures had all finished and were replaced by bigger, older ones. They had bounteous dicks, stretching her open more, and they took longer to cum. Another huge, difficult cock penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her Down against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a loud oink as the huge, sweaty fauna on top of her expressed the pleasure it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her tits were being squeezed, her mammilla pinched and tugged, and another cock was rubbing itself against her cheeks and her sass. Her kitty-cat were being fucked hard in a firm, steady rhythm. As her body surrendered, she felt new sense in her giving up pussy. The penis inside her pushed deep, curving upwards, stimulating parts of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared base stretched her out-of-doors and adjure against her uncovered button at the end of each drive. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar wiz. She felt a pressure building up deep inside her and her legs started to tense up and shake. She threw her read/write head back, closed her center and opened her mouth. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh fuck, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to scream, but her own sounds were drowned out by tatty grunts. Hot steamy cum gushed over her face and shot into oral fissure. And the cock inside her pumped-up muscular jets deep into her torso. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a vast, unexpected, forced orgasm built up and exploded, starting in her puss 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 wrists straining against the ropes. Her slit brawniness clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting stopcock rammed oceanic abyss inside her.

Kristy woke up with a jounce. Her philia was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breath. But there were no monster cocks pumping despicable cum into her kettle of fish. She was alone and wide awake in her sleeping room. It had all been a dream, or was it a nightmare ? The entirely thing had been a fancy of her horny, imaginative, sex-starved psyche. None of it had really happened. Except for one matter. She could experience her pap and button tingle and her pussycat catching with small aftershocks, and the euphoric orgasm kick still coursing through her veins. She reached down between her legs. Her second joint and the sheets on her bed were soaking wet .