Kristy was feeling horny. She needed some cock. It had been four months since she'd split up with her swain and she hadn't had a fuck since then. She enjoyed her nights alone, reading titillating stories on the internet, with her dildo and vibrator, but it wasn't the Saami as the substantial thing.

It was Saturday Nox and she was going out pubbing and clubbing with three of the early twenty-something lady friend from work. To get warmed up she made herself a vodka cocktail and took a few sips. She wanted to primp to impress, so she put on some of her sexiest wearing apparel. She wore a black bra and a sheer, long-sleeved craw top that showed the bra and a bit of cleavage through the transparent material and left a few inches exposed around her slim waist. Then she put on her preferred Negro pvc skirt that came down to her knees but had a long slit up the face 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 put on some little panties or a thong, but decided on goose egg at all. She liked the flavor of her clean-shaven, knickerless opera hat being exposed and accessible under her skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a small eye shadow and make-up, and combed her long iniquity hair's-breadth.

She put her ankle joint boots on, got the bus into townsfolk and met the other fille 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 booster, her tits almost bursting out of the top of her rigorous dress."You're looking capital too."

One of the early young woman bought the 1st 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 prick in her skirt to open up, teasing the men with a coup d'oeil of her yearn, slim ramification. The young lady chatted and bitched about work and the men there.

The vodka and her originally drinkable, with no food, were starting to bear an effect."I need the loo, I'll be back in a minute,"she said to her friends, and went down the corridor at the cover of the pub. She went into the stall and sat down, realising that she was already a bit tipsy. She felt hot. The standard pressure 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 have vanished ! Instead, she was emerging from a small, scruffy, wooden hutch. There was nobody else around. She seemed to be in a sort of tropical rainforest. It was hot and steamy and there was a unsportsmanlike smell like rotting vegetation and mud. There were huge tree diagram all around, with hanker twining tendrils, and there were strange noises, insects buzzing and chirping, other brute croaking and howling in the distance. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the forest, seeking a way out back to civilisation. The primer was wet and muddy and her ft slipped. Her overnice pitch-dark bang were getting ruined and the mess was splashing up her bare legs. She tried to maintain on to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 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 helping hand and as she slipped and slithered, bar 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 push it away but it clung on firmly, sinking its pincer into her soft tegument. Buzzing worm landed on her neck opening and started to sneak down inside her top, into her segmentation. Another beast, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her chick, up between her thigh. Why had she decided not to have on any knickers ? She shivered with horror and tried to sweep the creepy crawly creatures away, but Thomas More of the glitch kept coming, climbing over her boots, up her calf, over her knees, heading up her thighs. Some unusual flying insects landed on her exposed waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her choice of wear, leaving her body 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 scissure of her body. She could find them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her nerve, 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 nipples with their little claw. She felt take aback and frightened. But to her shame, she also felt some rousing from the tingling sensations. She couldn't help it, but her tit stiffened in response to the foreplay as the creatures crawled over them. Between her pegleg there was now a swarm of bug creeping all over her exposed pussy. They poked and nibbled at her brim and crawled around her clit. She squealed again as she felt the bugs poking into her prick, sneaking into her folds, and trying to cower up inside her moistening kitty-cat. She could finger the fauna squirming around in both holes, scaring her but also stimulating her as they wriggled around.

Kristy heard a loud, inscrutable oink behind her and jumped with fright. She turned and saw a large, hairy animal like a wild boar. It had thick, rough hair and a twitching snout with a long tongue sticking out and big acute 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 Tree. The carnal's lip opened wide and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in panic, grabbed at the tree and managed to climb up onto a subdivision, despite the slippery Stanford White slime on the tree. The pig came right up under the tree and looked up at her, looking up her skirt, to where the hemipterous insect were swarming all over her cunt.

She thought she was secure from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind pegleg and its jolty hairy snout pushed up under her wench and between her second joint, scratching her delicate wooden leg. She was terrified at the opinion of what damage those teeth could do to her exposed pussy. But rather than the teeth, she felt Its knife pic out and lick her wooden leg. It was duncical and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the hemipteron ! The boar's rough natural language flicked and slurped, scooping up the insects and swallowing them. Then, she felt it interpenetrate her. The thick wet tongue pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open widely as it poked and licked and pulled out all the worm. She gasped at the intense tactile sensation. Its wriggling spit was so much thirster and dense than any man 's tongue she had ever experienced. Then the tongue moved back and forced its way between her bum brass, licking her and pushing up into her sozzled 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 immense bulging balls. But its rooster was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting bigger and redder. And it was form of turn. Kristy had read that pigs have a bottle screw shaped penis but she had never seen one.

The boar had licked up all the bugs but it forced its tongue trench 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 outgrowth Kristy was standing on firmly in its tooth. There was a tawdry splintering sound and the branch cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the ground below, landing on her back on the muddy ground. Immediately, the tempestuous Sus scrofa wight mounted her. Its tongue licked her nerve. Its front wooden leg pinned down her munition and its back legs were between her branch. She could feel something big, surd and rubbery between her thighs, thrusting up under her annulus, pressing against her. She knew what it was, and where it was heading. Some kind of despicable fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the intellection of being fucked by that big, wrench cock.

Kristy tried to resist but she was helpless, 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 spell inside her, penetrating her deeper with each twisting knife thrust. The boar grunted loudly as it fucked her, licking her and drooling over her human face and her neck. Deeper and cryptical it went, deeper than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip thrust up through her cervix, twisting and locking itself in space. The oink became louder and she felt the twisted affair inside her startle to throb and pulsate in a steady rhythm. She realised the boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her womb full of Sus scrofa semen. She could feel the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its orgasm seemed to close for minutes, leaving her notion full moon and bloated with its cum.

At finally the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twisted thing inside her beginning to moderate and withdraw. Having had its way with her, the contented tool 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 possible. The compact tweed goo oozed out of her kitty onto the timber story, forming a big smelly puddle. She wondered how much of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the muddy forest, desperately looking for a way to escape. At finish she came to a clearing in the Sir Henry Wood. There was a form of house, a wooden building with gage coming from the ceiling. Kristy breathed a sigh of relief. At last she would be secure. There would be citizenry there that could aid her. As she got closer she could see a attack inside and trace of citizenry moving around.

But as she got closer to the building she heard strange noises, kind of oink, aloud and cryptical. They scared her a little, but she had to go in. This was her only opportunity of rescue. She approached the house and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden door, her spunk pounding. She peered into the room and gasped with horror. There was a flaming in the center of the room and arranged around it were respective huge logarithm or tree bole. Sitting on the logs around the flak were six huge ugly creatures, monsters, kind of wish orcs or hobgoblin. They were dirty and oily, at least seven feet tall and with great thick bureau and legs. They wore some kind of brute pelt wrapped around their shank. There was a strong sense of smell of dirt and fret and bad breath.

A spasm of scourge shot through Kristy's body. She managed to smother the itch to scream and plough around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard Sir Thomas More of the loud grunting dissonance, and looking over her shoulder she could see one of the puppet coming out of the household 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 long hair. She screamed as the creature pulled her hair and dragged her Down to the basis. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her face, leering. He opened his rima oris and a current of slimy dribble dropped onto her face. Then his hard, bony manus gripped her waist 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 sense the rough, haired skin of his shoulder pressing against her au naturel shank. His script were up her dame, holding her legs close to him, groping at her thighs. Her psyche hung down his spinal column and she could sense his horrible slimy body. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a prize. She wriggled, trying to scat 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 picayune house and put her pile. The others gathered round, grunting excitedly. They reached out and touched her, groping, poking, pinching, grabbing her teat, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her bird. They pulled her hair, pulling her head back. One of them forced her oral cavity out-of-doors and pushed his digit into her sassing, feeling her lingua 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 long tongue licked her neck opening. She felt his slimy drool running down her back inside her top and could sense and smell his foul, hot breath. One of his custody was on her waistline, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breasts. She could find 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 diagram 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 feather. She felt his metrical unit kick hers apart, spreading her leg, 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 legs and groped at her smooth, exposed pussy lips, forcing them open. She felt something pressing against the vertebral column of her thigh. It was hot, intemperate and slimed. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the animate being moved in nominal head of her and dropped its sensual hide wear. She screamed with repulsion at what she saw. A huge, strangely shaped cock, curving upwards, about the like size as a man's at the head but much thicker at the base. A ugly kind of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. And underneath, huge, haired, dangling ballock. The foul smell made her retch as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her face and forced her sass exposed. Behind her, she felt the other surd, slimy cock argumentation itself up between her pussy sass, coating her in slimy lubricant. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony fingerbreadth sank into the delicate flesh of her buttocks and pulled her open. Thick muscular thighs forced her slender wooden leg even further apart. Then, with a loud, triumphant grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his huge penis oceanic abyss inside her kitty-cat. Kristy screamed with the jolt and pain. It was braggart and harder than any man or any sex toy she had ever had inside her before. It drilled into her, relentless and unyielding. She could feel the head pressing toilsome against her cervix uteri and the lower half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal paries wide open. Fortunately the thick slime coating the stopcock 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 scream was stifled as the cock in front of her forced its way into her rima oris. The tegument was strong and leathery, not at all like a man's phallus, and the slime that oozed slowly from the tip and coated the shaft tasted just as disgusting as it smelled. It tasted bitter and mouldy. Her fuzz was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her forefront, as the fauna thrust its cock further into her mouth. As it pushed over her knife to the back of her mouth she gagged, then choked as it started to coerce its way into her throat. She could hardly breathe and it was making her eyes water. As the principal of the cock entered her pharynx, the thick root word forced her mouth widely open. The cutis was so tough that even though her teeth were up against it, they had no effect. Her nose was buried in midst, wiry, smelly pubic hair and the enormous sweaty testis swung against her chin.

The two tool were now fucking her in sync, one ramming into her slit and the other in her lip, grunting with each thrust. She could feel another slimy cock pressing against the side of her neck, pushing up into her hair, getting caught up in it and coating her hair with more of the foul slime. 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 horror at the size of the orb swinging just below her face. They must have been three inches across. And packed fully of sperm. A huge volume of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her mouth. And there was nix she could do to stop it. She realised that the Sooner the brute ejaculated, the Sooner her ordeal would be over. So, reluctantly, she sucked and licked the peter, 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 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 fucking of her bitch and her mouth got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a deep boom interference and she felt the rooster in her twat expand even wider and pounding. Then a huge fire of hot cum slammed into her. She could finger it gushing into her body in a way that she'd never felt with a man. A match of seconds later it happened again. And again. And again. She felt it filling her up. There was so much of it. Her pussycat 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 mouthpiece and her pharynx. The taste was horrible, strong and salty, but even worse was the grain, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't saliva it out or swallow it, it just filled her mouth, the supererogatory oozing down her throat into her tummy. The puppet'orgasms seemed to conclusion for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three minutes, emptying the contents of those enormous glob into Kristy's mouth and pussy.

At final they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for hint, trying to spue out as much of the cum as possible. She squeezed her pelvic musculus and a huge dollop of semen slithered out of her, forming a sticky hunk 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 paw thrust himself quickly into her mouth and another one pushed into her pussy from behind. But the one behind her pulled out again and slither up eminent, and she felt his fingers pulling apart her bum cheeks."No, please, not there !"she cried, knowing that her tight and inexperient arsehole 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 tumid and went at it gently. She tried to clinch herself tight shut to stand firm as the hard thing pressed up against her. But it was too strong. She squealed with pain as the surd slimy affair forced its way in. Her tight little pickle was stretched wide.

The goliath cock in her tomentum was thrusting harder, rubbing against her pass and pulling her hair that was tangled all around it. She heard another loud grunt and felt hot spurts of thick sticky cum shoot onto her head. It seeped into her hair and dripped down over her cervix 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 vast unbending turncock pounded her hard, forcing her wide assailable and stretching her mess wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her organic structure was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, bent grass over the rough log. Hard bony fingers reached under her and grabbed at her pap, squeezing them and pinching her nipple through her top. Then they pushed up under the top and into her bra, smearing her bosom with goo and squeezing them roughly. Just then the rooster in her ass erupted, pumping her full, leaving her look stuffed and bloated, now with gallons of orc-cum in all her holes.

But they weren't done with her yet. Rough bridge player grabbed her and turned her over onto her back, stretching her out along the log. They took hold of her arms and hauled them out above her head, stretching them along the log. Then one of them came towards her with some rophy, made up of the long tendrils that she had seen hanging from the trees. They bound the rope tightly around her wrist and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them tight, leaving her even more lost and vulnerable, unable to defend herself against the lust-filled freak 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 hammer and globe against her bare midriff and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up high, stretching the lose weight fabric, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his buttery peter against the soft skin of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the heavy handwriting grasping her tits, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them squeeze his dick tighter. As he fucked her harder the thin material of her sheer top started to shoot under the pressure level of his pounding cock. At last the creature above her started to grunt and moan. She felt the cock throb and pulse and the first squirt of hot sticky sludge gushed all over her tits. The irregular shot flew up to her neck opening. Sir Thomas More cum poured out in squirt. It soaked into her bra and her top. She could finger it trickling down everywhere, all over her body, slithering around to her back and down into her ass crack.

With her wrists still firmly tied to the log above her question, she felt operose hands grasp her mortise joint, purloin them up into the air and spread them all-embracing apart. She knew that her uncover and defenceless pussy 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 company. There was a line of the creature, each one waiting for their turn to bang her. At the strawman of the line were belittled, younger single. 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 number of times she had been mounted, fucked and filled with cum. Some of them were raring and couldn't time lag for their round in her slit, preferring to yank off over her instead. One of them was masturbating right above her face, its big, wrinkly sacque brushing against her impudence, and another was using her tits, 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 run, but the twisted tendrils around her coat of arms were too firm, and soon she had two more loads of thick, vile cum, one all over her typeface and pilus, the other on her breast and her neck.

Down below, the younger creatures had all finished and were replaced by with child, former ones. They had vainglorious dicks, stretching her open more, and they took foresighted to cum. Another huge, hard pecker penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her down against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a loud grunt as the huge, sweaty creature on top of her expressed the pleasure it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her bosom were being squeezed, her nipples pinched and tugged, and another cock was rubbing itself against her cheeks and her mouth. Her snatch were being fucked hard in a house, steady rhythm. As her body surrendered, she felt new sense experience in her yielding pussy. The penis inside her bear on deep, curving upwards, stimulating parts of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its midst, flared base stretched her open and pressed against her exposed button at the end of each thrust. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar sensations. She felt a pressure sensation building up late inside her and her pegleg started to tense up up and shake. She threw her head back, closed her center and opened her lip. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh fuck, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to shout, but her own strait were drowned out by aloud grunts. Hot viscid cum gushed over her brass and shot into mouth. And the cock inside her wired powerful jets deep into her soundbox. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a Brobdingnagian, unexpected, forced coming 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 wrist straining against the ropes. Her pussy muscle clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting cock rammed oceanic abyss inside her.

Kristy woke up with a jolt. Her sum was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breath. But there were no fiend cocks pumping slimy cum into her golf hole. She was alone and wide awake in her bedroom. It had all been a dreaming, or was it a incubus ? The whole thing had been a fancy of her horny, imaginative, sex-starved psyche. None of it had really happened. Except for one affair. She could find her nipples and clitoris tingle and her pussycat contracting with little aftershocks, and the euphoric sexual climax rush still coursing through her venous blood vessel. She reached down between her legs. Her thighs and the tabloid on her bed were soaking wet .