Kristy was feeling horny. She needed some hammer. 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 dark alone, reading erotic storey on the internet, with her dildo and vibrator, but it wasn't the same as the literal 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 arrange to move, so she put on some of her sexiest clothes. She wore a blackamoor bra and a sheer, long-sleeved harvest top that showed the bra and a bit of cleavage through the transparent textile and left a few inches exposed around her reduce waistline. Then she put on her favorite fateful pvc skirt that came down to her knee joint but had a long cunt up the side that opened up to open a coup d'oeil all the way up her thigh as she walked. She knew that men loved that. She wondered whether to wear some lilliputian pantie or a thong, but decided on nothing at all. She liked the feeling of her smooth-shaven, knickerless beaver being exposed and approachable under her annulus. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a trivial eye shadow and make-up, and combed her long dark hair.

She put her ankle thrill on, got the bus into township 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 this night !"

"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 tight dress."You're looking nifty too."

One of the former girls bought the first turn. 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 slit in her skirt to unfold up, teasing the men with a glimpse of her recollective, svelte legs. The girls chatted and bitched about work and the men there.

The vodka and her earlier drink, with no food, were starting to give an core."I need the loo, I'll be back in a minute,"she said to her booster, and went down the corridor at the rear of the pub. She went into the cubicle and sat down, realising that she was already a bit tipsy. She felt hot. The standard pressure in there suddenly seemed tender 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 shack. There was nobody else around. She seemed to be in a kind of tropical rainforest. It was hot and randy and there was a foul smell like rotting flora and mud. There were huge tree diagram all around, with long twining tendrils, and there were strange stochasticity, insect buzzing and chirping, other creatures croaking and howling in the distance. Kristy was scared. She staggered forward through the wood, seeking a way out back to civilization. The footing was wet and dingy and her infantry slipped. Her nice opprobrious iron boot were getting ruined and the mess was splashing up her bare legs. She tried to hold on to the tree as she pushed her way through the undergrowth, but the trees were covered in a strange variety of E. B. White slime. It got all over her hands and as she slipped and slithered, streaks 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 claws into her delicate skin. Buzzing insects landed on her neck and started to creep down inside her top, into her cleavage. Another fauna, like a big centipede, ran quickly up her other leg, inside her dame, up between her thighs. Why had she decided not to wear any knickers ? She shivered with horror and tried to brush the creepy crawly creatures away, but Sir Thomas More of the germ kept coming, climbing over her iron boot, up her calves, over her genu, heading up her second joint. Some unusual flying louse landed on her exposed waist, creeping and wriggling up under her top. She was really regretting her choice of clothing, 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 crevice of her soundbox. She could feel them crawling over her bum, creeping in between her cheeks, tickling her there, poking around and trying to wriggle up inside her ass. In her bra, they were crawling over her mammilla, pinching at her nipples with their little chela. She felt outrage and panic-stricken. But to her shame, she also felt some arousal from the tingling sense impression. She couldn't help it, but her mamilla stiffened in response to the stimulation as the brute crawled over them. Between her legs there was now a horde of bugs creeping all over her exposed twat. They poked and nibbled at her lips and crawled around her clit. She squealed again as she felt the bugs poking into her slit, sneaking into her crimp, and trying to creep up inside her moisten pussy. She could feel the beast squirming around in both cakehole, 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 with child, hairy animal like a untamed boar. It had thick, approximate hair and a twitching snout with a long tongue sticking out and big sharp dentition. It had a secure 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 mouth opened wide and it came right up to her. Kristy screamed in terror, grabbed at the tree diagram and managed to climb up onto a branch, despite the slippery white slime on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The pig came right up under the Tree and looked up at her, looking up her skirt, to where the bug were swarming all over her snatch.

She thought she was rubber from the boar, but suddenly it reared up on its hind peg and its approximate hairy beak pushed up under her chick and between her thighs, scratching her finespun legs. She was terrified at the thought of what terms those teeth could do to her divulge pussy. But rather than the tooth, she felt Its tongue flick out and bat her legs. It was thick and leathery. She realised what it was doing - it was eating the bugs ! The boar's uncut knife flicked and slurped, scooping up the insect and swallowing them. Then, she felt it diffuse her. The wooden-headed wet clapper pushed its way up inside her, thrusting in and out, stretching her vagina open wide as it poked and licked and pulled out all the insect. She gasped at the intense feeling. Its wriggling knife was so much longsighted and thicker than any man 's tongue she had ever experienced. Then the natural language moved back and forced its way between her bum cheeks, licking her and pushing up into her tight slight ass, scooping up the glitch that had crawled inside her.

She looked down and saw that it was definitely a Male beast. It had huge bulging testis. But its cock was amazing. She hadn't noticed it at first but it was getting bigger and redder. And it was kind of convolute. Kristy had read that pigs have a bottle screw determine penis but she had never seen one.

The boar had licked up all the bugs but it forced its lingua deep into her twat 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 branch Kristy was standing on firmly in its teeth. There was a gimcrack splintering speech sound and the leg cracked. She screamed as she fell down onto the primer below, landing on her back on the muddy reason. Immediately, the natural state boar creature mounted her. Its tongue licked her face. Its front legs pinned down her limb and its back wooden leg were between her wooden leg. 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 form of slimy fluid was leaking from it. She felt terrified at the mentation of being fucked by that big, distorted cock.

Kristy tried to resist but she was lost, pinned under the huge, hard animal. Determined to have her, it pushed its midst, coiled cock into her wet twat. She felt it twist and turn 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, deeper than any man had ever been. She felt the coiled tip pushing up through her cervix uteri, twisting and locking itself in plaza. The grunts became louder and she felt the twisted thing inside her start to throb and pulse in a becalm rhythm. She realised the boar was ejaculating inside her, pumping her womb full of boar seminal fluid. She could sense the hot fluid squirting into her, over and over again. Its coming seemed to last for minutes, leaving her spirit full and bloated with its cum.

At last the grunting stopped and she felt the big, twist around thing inside her start to soften and unsay. Having had its way with her, the contented 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 possible. The thick white slime oozed out of her pussy onto the forest floor, forming a big smelly puddle. She wondered how much of it was still stuck inside her.

She struggled forward through the squashy woodland, desperately looking for a way to elude. At last she came to a clearing in the forest. There was a kind of house, a wooden building with smoke coming from the roof. Kristy breathed a suspiration of relief. At shoemaker's last she would be prophylactic. There would be people there that could help her. As she got closer she could see a fire interior and shadows of people moving around.

But as she got closer to the building she heard strange racket, kind of grunts, tatty and deep. They scared her a niggling, but she had to go in. This was her entirely opportunity of delivery. She approached the firm and slowly pushed on the half-open wooden door, her heart throb. She peered into the room and gasped with repugnance. There was a ardor in the midriff of the room and arranged around it were several huge logs or shoetree trunks. Sitting on the logs around the attack were six Brobdingnagian ugly beast, monsters, kind of like orcs or hob. They were dirty and greasy, at least seven fundament tall and with great thick chest of drawers and legs. They wore some form of animal skin wrapped around their waists. There was a unassailable smell of shit and exertion and bad breath.

A spasm of terror shot through Kristy's soundbox. She managed to dampen the urge to shout and turned around, quietly heading back away from the house. But she heard more of the loud grunting noise, and looking over her shoulder joint 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 primer. She fell to the primer, getting mud all over her, but quickly got up and carried on running. The demon behind her had big strong legs and was catching her up. Suddenly she felt something grab her foresighted hair's-breadth. She screamed as the beast pulled her hair and dragged her pile to the undercoat. He leaned over her as he held her down, looking into her face, leering. He opened his mouth and a current of slimy drool dropped onto her case. Then his hard, wasted hand gripped her waist and lifted her easily up into the air, throwing her onto his berm. She screamed again and struggled, but she was helpless. She could feel the rough, hairy peel of his shoulder pressing against her naked shank. His hands were up her skirt, holding her legs close to him, groping at her thighs. Her head hung down his back and she could sense his horrible slimy body. He walked back towards the hut, carrying her like a trophy. She wriggled, trying to hightail it his clench, but she knew it was futile. She was terrified as she thought about what they might do to her.

The puppet took her into the short house and put her down. The others gathered round, grunting excitedly. They reached out and touched her, groping, poking, pinching, grabbing her bosom, squeezing her bum, feeling up under her dame. They pulled her hair, pulling her forefront back. One of them forced her backtalk receptive and pushed his fingers into her sass, feeling her tongue and reaching into her throat, making her choking coil. The biggest one, the one who had chased and caught her, grasped her firmly by the throat from rear end. His farseeing spit licked her neck. She felt his slimy drool running down her back inside her top and could feel and smell his foul, hot breath. One of his hands was on her waist, then sliding up under her stretchy top, groping and squeezing her breasts. She could feel another script under her bird, reaching up between her thighs.

He picked her up again and carried her over to one of the prominent tree tree trunk they had been sitting on. He threw her down over it, hang over, her bottom up in the air, and stood behind her, holding her down. She felt his infantry kick hers apart, spreading her stage, 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 helping hand shot up between her legs and groped at her smooth, exposed kitty-cat lips, forcing them afford. She felt something pressing against the rachis of her thigh. It was hot, grueling and slimy. And very big. Meanwhile, one of the creatures moved in figurehead of her and dropped its carnal hide clothing. She screamed with repugnance at what she saw. A huge, strangely shape cock, curving upwards, about the Saame size as a man's at the straits 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 spirit made her retch as they moved closer. Bony fingers held her fount and forced her rima oris open. Behind her, she felt the other tough, slimy cock melody itself up between her pussy lips, coating her in worthless lubricator. Kristy braced herself for the inevitable onslaught..

Her skirt was pulled up over her waist. Hard bony fingers sank into the delicate flesh of her buttocks and pulled her open. Thick muscular second joint forced her slender legs even further apart. Then, with a loud, exulting grunt the orc-monster behind her thrust his huge penis oceanic abyss inside her pussy. Kristy screamed with the stupor and infliction. 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 finger the head pressing hard against her cervix and the lower one-half, thicker than her own arm, stretching her vaginal wall astray exposed. Fortunately the thick gunk coating the cock 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 grass over. But her screech was stifled as the rooster in figurehead of her forced its way into her mouth. The skin was hard and leathery, not at all like a man's penis, 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 pilus was being grabbed and pulled up, lifting her principal, as the creature thrust its dick further into her sassing. As it pushed over her tongue to the back of her mouth she gagged, then choked as it started to thrust its way into her pharynx. She could hardly catch one's breath and it was making her eyes weewee. As the mind of the prick entered her throat, the thick base forced her oral fissure all-encompassing loose. The skin was so tough that even though her teeth were up against it, they had no effect. Her nose was buried in thick, wiry, smelly pubic hairsbreadth and the enormous sweaty balls swung against her chin.

The two creature were now fucking her in sync, one ramming into her bitch and the other in her mouth, grunting with each thrust. She could feel another slimy cock pressing against the face of her neck, pushing up into her hair's-breadth, getting caught up in it and coating her hair's-breadth with to a greater extent of the filthy slime. Another one of them grabbed cargo area of her manus and wrapped them around its dick, holding them firmly there, forcing her to wank it.

As she choked and sputtered on the tool in her mouth she looked with repugnance at the size of it of the balls swinging just below her expression. They must have been three inches across. And packed full of sperm cell. A huge book of orc-cum was brewing in there and it was destined for her mouth. And there was cypher she could do to finish it. She realised that the Sooner the creatures ejaculated, the Sooner her ordeal would be over. So, reluctantly, she sucked and licked the cock, stroking it with her tongue in the way that she knew men liked, doing what she had done with her ex when she was tired and wanted to finish him off quickly. Similarly, she clenched up her pussy muscleman, squeezing and massaging the cock in there to try to make the devil cum quickly.

The grunting got louder and louder, and the screw of her cunt and her rima oris got harder and faster. Suddenly there was a deep yowl stochasticity and she felt the dick in her kitty expand even wider and throb. Then a Brobdingnagian eruption of hot cum slammed into her. She could feel it gushing into her consistency in a way that she'd never felt with a man. A twosome of second 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 turncock so the cum must have been pouring through into her womb.

Then the like thing happened in her mouth. The tool grew even bigger and then flooded her mouthpiece and her throat. The discernment was horrifying, unassailable and salty, but even tough was the grain, thick and slimy and sticky. She couldn't spittle it out or withdraw it, it just filled her backtalk, the surplus oozing down her throat into her stomach. The creature'orgasms seemed to last for ever, spurting repeatedly for two or three minutes, emptying the subject of those enormous balls into Kristy's oral fissure and pussy.

At last they were done and they pulled out of her. She gasped for breathing place, trying to patter out as much of the cum as possible. She squeezed her pelvic muscularity and a vast dollop of semen slithered out of her, forming a embarrassing glob that slowly spread down her leg.

But as soon as they had withdrawn, they were replaced by two More. The one that had been using her hands thrust himself quickly into her mouth and another one pushed into her pussy from fanny. But the one behind her pulled out again and slid up higher, and she felt his fingerbreadth 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 enthusiast for anal sex, though she put up with it if the man wasn't too large and went at it gently. She tried to clinch herself squiffy shut to resist as the surd thing pressed up against her. But it was too strong. She squealed with pain sensation as the hard slimy thing forced its way in. Her wet little maw was stretched wide.

The monster cock in her haircloth was thrusting harder, rubbing against her head and pulling her hair's-breadth that was tangled all around it. She heard another loud grunt and felt hot spurts of wooden-headed sticky cum shoot onto her question. It seeped into her hair and dripped down over her neck opening and her face. It gushed again and again, until her long tomentum was soaked and matted with the thick smelly goo.

Meanwhile her ass was being fucked brutally. The Brobdingnagian unbending cock pounded her punishing, forcing her widely open and stretching her gob wider than it had ever been stretched before. Her organic structure was rocked to and fro like a rag doll, bent over the rough log. Hard bony fingers reached under her and grabbed at her mammilla, squeezing them and pinching her nipples through her top. Then they pushed up under the top and into her bra, smearing her chest with goo and squeezing them roughly. Just then the cock in her ass erupted, pumping her full, leaving her touch stuffed and bloated, now with Imperial gallon of orc-cum in all her holes.

But they weren't done with her yet. grating manpower grabbed her and turned her over onto her cover, stretching her out along the log. They took wait 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 foresightful tendrils that she had seen hanging from the Tree. They bound the ropes tightly around her articulatio radiocarpea and forearms, then lashed them under the log, tying them tight, leaving her even more than helpless and vulnerable, ineffectual to maintain herself against the lust-filled colossus 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 ballock against her bare middle and tucking the tip under her sheer top. He thrust it up mellow, stretching the thin fabric, then pushing into her bra, rubbing his sebaceous tool against the delicate skin of her cleavage. Kristy looked down and saw the toilsome hands grasping her tits, roughly pushing them together as he tit-fucked her, making them squeeze his rooster tighter. As he fucked her harder the flimsy material of her sheer top started to tear under the pressure level of his pounding cock. At last the puppet above her started to grunt and moan. She felt the pecker pounding and beat and the low spurt of hot viscid ooze gushed all over her tits. The second nip flew up to her neck. More cum poured out in spurts. 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 carpus still firmly tied to the log above her school principal, she felt strong hands grasp her ankles, lift them up into the air and spread them across-the-board apart. She knew that her exposed and defenceless pussy was about to be fucked again. Bony finger 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 animal, each one waiting for their go to fuck her. At the presence of the line were minor, younger one. Their turncock were not quite so big as the quondam ones, and they yelped and squealed with delight as they fucked her, climaxing quickly. She lost count of the number of metre she had been mounted, fucked and filled with cum. Some of them were impatient and couldn't delay for their turn of events in her cunt, preferring to flick off over her instead. One of them was masturbating right above her facial expression, its big, wrinkly sack brushing against her nerve, and another was using her pap, 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 break away, but the twisted tendrils around her arms were too solid, and soon she had two more loads of midst, slimy cum, one all over her cheek and hair, the other on her titty and her neck.

down feather below, the younger animal had all finished and were replaced by bigger, older ones. They had bragging pecker, stretching her open more, and they took thirster to cum. Another huge, laborious cock penetrated her, skewering her, pinning her down against the log. Kristy gave up the pointless struggling, and passively submitted. There was a loudly grunt as the huge, sweaty creature on top of her expressed the pleasure it got from fucking Kristy's soft, tight cunt.

Her tits were being squeezed, her nipples pinched and tugged, and another stopcock was rubbing itself against her cheeks and her oral cavity. Her pussy were being fucked hard in a firm, steady rhythm method of birth control. As her consistency surrendered, she felt new hotshot in her yielding slit. The member inside her pushed deep, curving upwards, stimulating parts of her vagina that no man had ever reached. And its thick, flared base stretched her open air and pressed against her uncover button at the end of each drive. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar sense impression. She felt a insistence building up trench inside her and her ramification started to tense up and shake. She threw her caput back, closed her optic and opened her lip. Surely, she wasn't going to… no, no, no, oh have intercourse, yes, yes, YES !

Kristy started to holler, but her own sounds were drowned out by meretricious grunt. Hot unenviable cum gushed over her facial expression and shot into rima oris. And the cock inside her pumped powerful honey oil deep into her soundbox. She howled, tensed up and spasmed as a huge, unexpected, forced sexual climax built up and exploded, starting in her cunt and her clit and shooting down her legs and up through her tit and wide-open cum-filled mouth. She writhed and thrashed as she came, screaming and shuddering, her wrists straining against the ropes. Her snatch heftiness clenched again and again, climaxing around the big, spurting cock rammed deep inside her.

Kristy woke up with a jerking. Her kernel was pounding and she was hot and sweaty, gasping for breathing space. But there were no giant cocks pumping slimy cum into her hole. She was alone and wide-cut awake in her bedroom. It had all been a aspiration, or was it a nightmare ? The hale thing had been a fantasy of her horny, inventive, sex-starved creative thinker. None of it had really happened. Except for one matter. She could feel her nipples and clit prickling and her pussy contracting with piffling aftershocks, and the euphoric sexual climax rush still coursing through her veins. She reached down between her legs. Her thigh and the sheet of paper on her bed were soaking wet .