She

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This is a work of fiction. It is also a work of fantasy. The fantasies of the author may not necessarily be the same as yours. If you have issues with scenes or scenarios that are depicted, you are welcome to stop reading.

1:

It began simply enough. She was at a party and dropped a can of beer pulling it out of the fridge. His hand slid in out of nowhere and caught it before it hit the ground. They exchanged smiles as he handed it back to her, then small talk and names. At the end of the night she gave him her phone number and a kiss on the cheek. She liked his eyes, a deep brown, like rich earth. If she had known ... would she have done anything differently? She stretches and shudders momentarily in delirious pleasure feeling that stretch. Then shakes her head oh so slightly as another trembling, horrible, delicious, excruciating expansion occurs and knows that she wouldn't - despite what she's become - she wouldn't have done anything differently.

He called her three days after the party; the requisite three days, she thought as she flipped open her cell-phone and answered in her most disarmingly sweet voice. They made plans, saw each other, made more plans and saw each other again. He was interested in her, where she was from, what she liked and didn't like, how she felt about things. He was more reticent, answering her questions but always directing the topic back to her. She liked that, it made her feel wanted, like she was the important one and he was there for her.

He took things much more slowly than she expected him to. He was so handsome, she was sure he'd be one of those demanding men, taking what pleases them to take. She was surprised when he left her at her door three times with nothing more than a kiss on her lips and a tremble between her thighs.

Those eyes filled her mind at night as she plunged her hand again and again into her quivering, drenched puss, amazed at the reaction her body was having to this man. Those eyes, she thought as she came to her fifth violent climax, collapsed panting onto her pillow, felt sweat slide down between her breasts. Surely that must satisfy her needful body. But it hadn't, there was something more she craved. She felt her hand drifting back towards her trembling clit but knew that it wouldn't be enough, it hadn't been enough for these last six nights but her mind kept recoiling at what she knew she wanted.

Frustrated, desperately horny, on unsteady legs she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It sat there on the shelf, where it had waited for three days since she placed it there with guilty, trembling fingers. Now those same fingers, sticky with her own juices, trembling even more violently reached down and grabbed it. It was deeply green, rough and smooth at the same time, cool against her fingers. The irony was not lost on her, that what she was about to do was somehow more perverse, but she had known there was no way she would have been able to enter one of those stores that sold more ... realistic toys. Besides, she had seen the size of some of them and wasn't at all certain she'd be able to control herself. The largest cucumber in the produce aisle had been a compromise with herself. Ten inches long and at least two and a half accross, she couldn't get her hand around it and she positively shook with anticipation as she retreated to her bedroom to do things to herself she could barely acknowledge.

The delicious soreness between her thighs when she met him two days later both aroused and soothed her. If he remained aloof she could do something about it. He didn't, though.

When they got home he pressed her up against the door, his tongue moving into her mouth, his body surrounding and possesing hers, his hands raking down her back. She collapsed into him, her body on fire, her mind bubbling with anticipation ... and fear. What she had done to herself had awakened something within her, a lust she knew would need to be satisfied, but how could any man hope to match what sat cooling in her fridge? As they kissed her mind reeled with hope and worry. He broke the kiss suddenly and pulled back, those brown eyes alive and snapping.

"I shouldn't. We need to stop."

"Why? God, why?" she demanded, her lips and skin feeling terribly naked without his touch. He didn't answer and looked away. In this light, she saw something in the angle of his jaw, the way his hair curled back from his head. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the moonlight. Whatever it was, it shook her to the bone and caused her poor pussy to drench itself almost immediately.

"You do things to me," she said in a confessional voice. Not knowing why she was saying it, or what she hoped to accomplish,"to my body."
He turned back to her. His eyes gazing into hers... those eyes, god her pussy needed to be penetrated, stretched.... stretched so badly.

"I... " she drew in a shaking breath, "I can't stop fucking myself. I can't stop," she said, her eyes open so wide, clit shaking down between her legs, nipples so hard under her dress. She could feel moisture running down her thigh, her mouth was dry.

He stepped back. He dropped his hands from her arms.

"Not tonight," he said. The words nearly broke her, but the tone of the words held her up.

"When?"

"Six nights. When the first sliver of the new moon hangs in the sky. Then, and only then, can it begin."

A shudder ran through her body and her nipples felt like they were going to tear her dress they were so hard and aching. He turned away then and began to walk down the steps. He looked back just as he reached the bottom step.

"You may, tonight. But no more, after tonight. Tonight is your last night in control of your own pleasure."

She was on her back on the kitchen floor, legs spread, dress pulled both up and down, the dry light of the refridgerator spilling over her body, and that fat, hard, bumpy vegetable rammed as deep into her violently spasming pussy as it would go before his car had pulled away from the curb.
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2:

She waited, her breath ragged in her throat, her mind and body buzzing. Six nights, it had been six long nights of desperately trying to keep her hands off her body. She'd succeeded, but perhaps at the cost of her sanity. Everything she looked at she imagined trying to force into her body, the images came fast and hot and furious and she found herself unable to leave the house. Work had stopped calling after the third day. She had no idea what had happened to her, only that something undeniably had.

The moon hung there in the sky, a sickle of gleaming white torn in the black fabric of the night. Every nerve of her body hummed, her senses reached out into the night, hungering to hear a footstep, or the whirr of a car drawing near that would signal the end to her tormented waiting and the beginning of... she had no idea what.

It was the snap of a dry twig that caused her to whirl her head to the left. At first she saw nothing, then she saw movement in the shadows at the edge of her garden and something stepped forwards and its shape resolved. It was short, barely four feet tall and had a face simultaneously beautiful and ugly. Thick brown hair curled on its head and eyes the colour of moss stared at her from it's bearded face. It was naked to the waist and its body was masculine and well muscled. It wore brown pants the colour of bark which ended just below its knees and beneath that... her breath hitched in her throat. Backwards-turned ankles covered in brown fur and black hooves.

Movement again drew her attention and she turned and watched in mounting disbelief as another, and then another of the creatures stepped from the shadows. The three of them moved close, surrounding her. She became acutely aware of the drift of her skirt around her thighs, the lack of anything underneath that skirt and the pulse that hammered down from her heart and throbbed between her legs and in her breasts.

"He.. he said..." she stammered.

They looked at each other and she saw a smile pass between them and then one took her hand and led her into the shadows at the edge of the garden. She kept expecting to hit the fence that she knew surrounded her property, but it never appeared. Instead she found herself among dark woods, huge old trees that soared up above her. She looked at the incredible girth of the trunks and felt her throat go tight and her pussy squirt down her thigh. What perversions had invaded her mind, what she longed to happen to her body...

A clearing appeared, bathed in silver light from a suddenly full fat moon. The rich aromas of pollen and summer invaded her brain, dulling her senses. She felt her breasts tighten and her nipples harden, God she'd never been so horny in her entire life, not even the night she'd been left on the doorstep and ended up violently fucking herself into unconciousness on the kitchen floor with a fat vegetable. In the centre of the clearing stood a monolith and what looked like a low stone altar. The monolith was at least eight feet high and as thick as her body and was undeniably a phallus. She wanted to climb it, she wanted to spread her thighs above that granite head and impale herself with it, she feared it and wanted to worship it.

The Satyrs didn't let her near it. They reached the altar, a good fifteen paces from the foot of the pagan thing and suddenly she was being pushed down to her knees. The short beasts demonstrated stunning strength, though in truth she didn't resist much, she wanted so badly to be taken, possessed. She was bent over the low stone and felt her skirt lifted up above her waist, warm night air contacted her drooling cunt and she let out a low, helpless moan that shook up from the very centre of her.

Bent over the stone, the cool smooth rock pressing against her exposed stomach, she felt a bearded face spread her thighs and then a warm, wet tongue raked along her pussy, from her clit to her quivering asshole and that low moan grew louder and deeper as her hands clenched into fists and six days of repressed sexual energy threatened to come exploding out of her body. Again that tongue dragged over her flesh and again and again, firm, knowing hands kneaded her ass, spreading her cheeks and exposing the hot flesh that shuddered between her legs.

She realized she'd been squeezing her eyes closed and opened them even as another panting, gasp tore from her throat. The shortest, ugliest, and hairiest of the three Satyrs stood infront of her, watching her intently. She managed to meet his gaze and then her eyes rolled back into her head as that hot tongue that was devouring her wet slit suddenly penetrated her deeply.

"Ohhhhhgggggaaawwwdddd..." she grunted into the humid night. Her eyes fluttered open again as that tongue plunged greedily back and forth and her knees trembled violently. The Satyr standing in front of her had shed his pants and, staring down between his thighs, she came, and came hard.

"ooooohhhh sssshhhHHIIIITTTTT!!!" she gasped as orgasm tore through her body, her nails scrabbled against the granite altar and she felt juice spray powerfully out from her spasming cunt. The Satyr in front of her, barely three feet tall, was blessed - or cursed - with an enormous erection. In her mind she compared it to the fat green plaything she'd used on herself and realized that this diminutive beast was no longer, but definately fatter, than that girthsome vegetable. She wanted it, she needed it.... her hands reached hungrily for the hard, obscene thing. She wanted to stuff it down her throat, feel it penetrate her stomach and empty the prodigious load she knew those apple-sized, hanging animal bollocks must contain into her body. The Satyr moved closer and her hands closed around the hot, hard, flesh rod. She opened her mouth and leaned her head towards it, god she wanted it... fuck that tongue kept going deeper, she was going to cum again, she knew it, she could feel it shaking out from the centre of her being as soon as she got this fat, angry, massive dick into her mouth she could cum again. A thought occurred to her the split second before she plunged her mouth onto the necatrine-sized head of the Satyr's cock: where was the third Satyr?

Her answer came simultaneous with the penetration of her mouth and the arrival of her second climax.

"ggGLOGAGgggoMPHLAAAG!!!" she howled onto the fuckstick as she felt her tight, virgin, and suddenly insanely damaged asshole punched open by angry Satyr-cock. She screamed and screamed and shook and came and her mouth and pussy drooled pints of spit and fuck-juice down a ten-inch goat-dick and her uncontrollably shaking legs respectively. Her mind emptied of everything except the deliciously insane sensation of those twin pillars of sexflesh sliding down into her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she made little helpless moaning gulping noises as dick opened her throat inexorably. Air whistled in and out of her nose as her thighs spread further and further apart as a cock at least as fat, if not fatter, than the one that was skewering her face busted her asshole open. Fuck yes it was fatter, she could picture it in her mind: shorter than the succulent piece of meat that was, even now, working its way down her throat, but fatter - thicker and possibly harder. She felt the Satyr's torso and hanging, sperm-filled balls contact her naked flesh and moaned in ecstatic pleasure.

Hands pulled her upwards and she found herself on her hands and knees on top of the stone altar. The Satyr behind her had started to fuck her in long, punishing strokes, dragging that beefy arm-thick tool back and forth in her quivering, spasming ass. The one in front was holding her jaw and forcing his spit-shined length up and down her throat. She reveled in the twin sensations, the long hot penetration of her face and the short, hard, fat claiming of her ass and she felt a third orgasm building in between the reaching heads of those twin pillars of sex. And her cunt shook and felt empty. And then she howled.

 

[49th]

"llLGAOmphBHguLLGOOOOMMMMMM!!!" Her hands scrabbled against the stone, she felt like she could crush diamonds in her grip, her throat and ass clenched up so tightly that both Satyrs were immobilized. That last goatish beast had rammed himself into her pussy. Her needful, demanding, unsatisfiable pussy. The pussy that she'd stuffed her whole fist into nights earlier without satisfying, the pussy that had swallowed a ten-inch cucumber and demanded more. Her poor fucking STUFFED little pussy.

Her throat and ass unclenched and ten-inches of smelly goatish dick slurped out of her mouth, shiny with spit and pre-cum. She grunted and a half-pint of thick, sticky fluid followed that cock out of her mouth, long strands connecting the slightly spurting head to her puffed, slick lips.

"No. Oh fuck me no, please yes, please no don't stop it's so FUCKING BIIIIIIIGGGGG!!" she groaned as that third Satyr punished her body for being the desperate fuck-toy it had become. She hung her head and looked back. She came.

"GOOOODDDD FUCKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" She howled as she stared at the impossible thing that was spearing into her cunt. She could see her own cuntlips stretched translucently thing around the head, and only the head. The rest of it was still waiting to be forced into her body. It felt like sitting on a fire-hydrant, the head must have been the size of both of her fists together and the thing was as long as her fore-arm. She could see her own clit, shaking and red and she could see rivulets of her own pussy-juice running down the olive-coloured veiny shaft.

"Big, it's fucking big, please yes, please I need it, fucking punish my cunt god please yes please oh fucking big, so fat so fucking fat and hard and fat and fuck yes fuck yes.." Words tumbled out of her mouth as she stared and stared at it, the size of it, the anger, her own body about to be claimed and stretched.... god the stretching, she could feel it starting inside her as that monster worked its slow, murderous way into her body. Her head came up... her throat was empty and needed filling. She found that savagely delicious, still drooling Satyr cock and hungrily impaled it down into her throat.

"GOodddmmpphhhnlllBBBBAAAAAAGGGGGG!!!" Her moan turned into a scream as she was forced hard down onto the fuck-pillar by the beast who still rammed himself over and over again into her asshole... how could she have forgotten about him? That thing in her ass was at least as fat as her wrist, but it was nothing compared to what opened her nearly constantly-climaxing cunt.

She felt the stretch of her body as it went deeper, her fuckslit opening wider and wider, like the neck of a balloon, or the wrist of a latex glove being stretched past what it shoudl be able to take... she waited for the tearing, almost craved it, but it never came... the stretch just went on and on forever it seemed as she was fucked down and down and down onto this thing and her mind retreated from her body and she was lost in the sensation of being completely taken, mouth, ass, and pussy.... a fuck-toy for these sex-beasts to use as much as they wanted, for as long as they wanted.
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[mciguy78]

Whew !!!

 

[62911]

I love Satyrs.

I made a satyr costume one Halloween and haven't been able to switch costumes since. It is the costume I was meant to wear.

Thanks for this story. I have always been disappointed with other satyr stories and haven't been able to find that many on the web. Good job and please write more.

p.s.: making fur pants is super easy I suggest you all give it a go. Also lovely to fuck in.

 

[49th]

3:

It had been a month. A whole month since the night on the altar under the moonlight. She'd awakened to find herself back in her own bed, her body her own again. Work hadn't noticed her absence and her body seemed to have calmed down, come back under her own control. She hadn't felt the burning lust, though she had taken to wearing more revealing clothing, lower cut tops and tighter pants. She felt sexier than she ever had, but no longer out of control. She could sleep without frigging herself into unconsciousness, though she did find herself enjoying it more often than she used to.

She had almost begun to think of it as a fantastic dream that hadn't really happened when she happened to glance up one evening and see that tiny sliver of moon hanging in the sky. That knife-edge of silver light in the black sky caused her throat to tighten immediately. Memories and sensations came flooding back. She felt her body start slipping away from her. She tried to control it, hang on to herself. She started walking, walking would clear her head.

She didn't notice where her feet were taking her, she just walked and kept her head down, refusing to look up at the moon that called to her, sang out to her body. She didn't notice the streets around her growing steadily grimier, she didn't notice that she was getting deeper and deeper into the seedier side of the city. Down near the docks, where the depraved live.

She looked up as a bright red light to her left grabbed her attention. She stopped and her throat went dry. She licked her lips, she pleaded with her body not to go inside, but her hand moved towards the door without her being able to stop it. She wanted, she needed.

The door to the sex shop swung open easily. She stepped inside, her body aching, throbbing. No one else was in the room that was smaller than she expected from the size of the building, but it is crammed to bursting with videos, toys, props, costumes, each one more outlandish than the last. She feels her feet carrying her to the wall of rubber cocks that hangs next to the checkout. She feels the clerks eyes on her as her hand reaches out to one, then another of the rubbery things. They feel so good in her hand, so exactly what she wants. Her eyes are drawn upwards, steadily upwards to the top of the wall where the obscene toys hang. Her jaw drops, her pussy squirms... they are so fat, so angry... these huge things that hang so murderously.

"Ahem." She whirls. The cashier is looking at her. He's not ugly, but not handsome. Just a man. "You interested in one of those?" he asks, pointing upwards.

"Y... yes," she stammers before she can stop herself.

"What is it you like about them?" he asks, coming out from around the counter.
"Big," she replies immediately."They're so big and... god I want something like that. Something so huge and fat, pushing..." Her voice is thick with lust, she doesn't recognize herself anymore. Feels her last vestiges of control starting to slip away.

"Follow me," is all the man says. She takes one last lustful look at the big, black fifteen inch cock hanging on the wall and follows obediently. He leads her through a door and into a narrow hallway. She feels moisture run down her thigh. Another door opens and she is ushered into a large room, set in the centre of the room is a device that horrifies her and nearly brings her slut body to orgasm just to look at.

It's raised above the floor, there is a padded bench with straps. she recognizes immediately where her ankles and wrists will go. She takes it the steel tubing, the engine that will run the deliciously foul thing, the wheels that will turn and cause the pistoning motion. And attached to the piston... god she's going to cum, she's going to fucking cum just looking at it.

"AhhhoooouuugggggGGGAWD FUCK BIGGGG I NEEEEED ITTTTT!!!!" she howls as her legs give way and her fuckslit creams itself. She collapses to the floor, plunging both hands between her thighs to grind against her clit. Her back arches then whips forwards, her mouth hangs open and her eyes stare in horrified lust.

It's at least three feet long and as thick around as her thigh. The head is larger than her own head and, instead of tight, immobile rubber balls it has huge, hanging, swinging bull-nuts the size of basketballs. She tries to pull herself to her feet but can't, she's on her knees, crawling towards the thing, one hand still jammed down between her thighs, four fingers fucking into her pussy like a mad woman.

"Please help me, please fuck help me, I need to, fuck I need BIIIIG! fucking BIG!" she moans and whimpers as she draws closer and closer. Suddenly a whir and the thing spins around, now that angry head faces straight at her. She sees the slit in the smooth rubber and the clearish drop of liquid bead and then fall to the ground with a loud splat.

"Fuck me," she breathes, her whole body shaking, "it cums?" She scrambles to her feet, slipping and dragging herself towards it. She crawls up onto the padded bench and whirls her head around to look at the man who has brought her to this ruinous place.

"NOW!" she shrieks at him as she starts strapping in her own ankles, pulling her skirt up above her waist, exposing her wet, leaking, shuddering cunt to the terrible thing. Without a word the salesman moves towards her and straps her wrists down to the bench. Her whole body is shaking and she lets low panting moans escape her throat. Her pussy quivers and clenches and aches, her mouth hangs open. She hears a click, then a whirring hum. Slowly her legs are pushed apart. That mammoth latex head pushes up against her body, she feels the lubricant leak from the slit and squlech between her ass cheeks. The thing draws backwards away from her and then it presses forwards again. She pushes back with all her might, willing her pussy open, demanding that it stretch for this behemoth machine.

"Uhhgggggggoddd please please yes ohhh SHIIIIT it's fucking going IIIINNNNNNN!!!!! FUCK me it's huge oh GOD DAMN my fucking cunt!!" Savagely the barbarous device penetrates her, she fucks her hips back hard once and with an audible POP the gargantuan head plunges into her fuckhole.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEHHHOOOLLLYFUCCCKKKK!!!!" She screams into the air as she cums hard, then cums again as the machine drives deeper. Her mind rebels only slightly at what's happening. She knows it isn't possible, shouldn't be possible. She should be a bleeding wreck, but she isn't. There is just the most heathen sensation pouring from her shuddering cunt as the foul machine does its nefarious work and buries itself into her. She feels her body being pulled backwards as the piston draws back and then, tightening her muscles, holds herself as rigid as she can as it pushes forwards. Her cuntwalls grip and hold and then suddenly slip and part and streeeettcchhh open as the thing moves a few more inches into her. Her mouth hangs open, the muscles of her neck stand out and her eyes glaze over and stare at the wall.

"So big, it's so big, it's so big, it's so nnnnnnnFUUUUUCCCCKKKKaaggghhh BIGGG!, so big, it's so big, fuck me my cunt how is my cunt taking big this nnnnOOHHHGGGAAWWDDDDEEEP!!! FUCK that's a BIG FUCKING COCK!" Her howls and shrieks ricochet off the walls, echoing back into her own ears. The wet sucking sounds coming from her cunt and the reverberation of her wails only drives her more and more mad with lust for the monster that is invading her pussy.

 

[49th]

Her mind goes blank as the device does its work, each thrust of the long handle forces the absurd thing deeper into her body. She feels orgasms come and rise and build and explode and she hears her screams and howls bounce off the walls of the room and then, just when she thought it couldn't get more erotic or depraved, she feels her pelvis pop apart. The bones separate in a most deliciously awful way, without pain and without breaking. As though additional joints and ligaments had been inserted into her body. She recognizes it as the same feeling, only so much more intense, as the way her jaw felt as she swallowed the fat fuck-sword of the Satyr into her cum-needing belly. This time, though, the feeling of her pelvis stretching, pulling, then popping apart sends the most insanely intense orgasm blasting through her wrecked body. She howls long and loud, screams and claws at the bench, her toes curl, then point, then curl again. Her head thrashes around, back arches, eyes roll back in her head. Then she collapses onto her face, hips held up in the air by the beastly machine, still fucking away, a steady motion now - the lips of her drooling cunt stretched almost to translusence, her body rocking back and forth on the bench, back and forth, back and forth.

She comes back to herself, as much as she is able. Her eyes flutter open as a new sound penetrates her mind. She sees motion through blurred vision, her head lifts and she tries to focus through the tears of erotic joy, steady her head against the relentless rocking of the fuck-machine. It isn't driving deeper into her anymore, the mindless device seems content with plundering her pussy with barely the first quarter of its obscene length. Figures appeared, coming through a black space in the wall... a line of them, more and more.

Her vision cleared and she sucked air in through her teeth and let a long, low, animalistic moan escape from her lungs. Men, dozens and dozens of men, all shapes and sizes, each one naked and sporting a quivering erection. Most decidedly average, some unfortunately small, and a few deliciously fat, but it wasn't the cocks that set her mouth watering. She had all the dick a woman could ever hope for and more fucking rythmically away in her grossly distended cunt. She wanted would soon be spurting from those rigid, wobbling cocks.

She grunted, gripped the bench, dug her toes into the padding and PUSHED hard backwards with her hips as the huge dildo fucked forwards again, allowing more of it to penetrate her young, impossibly horny body and felt that insanely delicious separation in her pelvis again. She felt her cervix open and the huge, leaking fuck-machine speared into it with ease, causing the flesh of her stomach to bulge obscenely with the shape of the giant mushroom head.

She tried to demand cum, order it from the dozens and dozens of men who were watching her, stroking themselves as this absurd assault on sexual reason took place infront of them, but all that came out of her mouth were depraved gurgles and grunts. It didn't matter though, they knew what she needed. The first seven men stepped forwards with looks of erotic concentration and stepped onto the raised dais the machine rested on. Had they been watching her this entire time? Had they seen the need, the desperation in her face as she'd climbed onto the bench and forced this pagan thing into her drooling cunt? She hoped so, she hoped they'd seen ever second of her depraved lust for this unwholsome, fabulous, miracle machine.

The first spurts of cum splattered onto her neck and back, a thin rope shot from the moderate-sized dick of a middle-aged man. Another shot hit her cheek from the side, she didn't see where from. The next two got her full in the face, one of them aiming right into her mouth. She started to choke and splutter and desperately sucked the hot, salty goo down her throat. She felt the machine speed up, its power increase, the driving monster phallus rammed deeper into her. She feared suddenly for the state of her womb, surely this thing would punch out the top of it, wounding her horribly. God how she wanted that, she wanted this thing to go all the way through her. And again, just as another three splatters of hot, sticky jizz hit her face, neck, hair, she felt that insane, delicious, monsterous sensation of her insides squishing open for that fuckshaft, like she was made of rubber, like her body was a fleshtube, one stretchy fuckhole for whatever massive thing could be forced into her.

"ggggGOODD!! Gagglm give me fuckinggcummmm your cum in my fucking *slurp, lap, swallow* mouth ohnnnn FFFFFUUUUCKKK BIG MOTHER fucking COCK. Fuck me it's so fucking big, so fukkkkkccccnnooooaaaAAAAHHH!!!!" She groaned as man after man stepped infront of her face and shot their load, each one aiming as best he could for her hungry, drooling whore mouth. Cum drooled out from between her lips, slid down her throat, pooled in her belly, splattered onto her flesh. Deeper and deeper that machine went, over and over again until she felt it moving up between her rib-cage and again that insanely hot poping-separating feeling as her ribcage dislocated itself impossibly. She felt it pushing upwards into her throat now, her tits ached and throbbed as they were pushed up and out by the girthsome thing plowing into her and still more men were there to splatter jizz into her hungry mouth. She couldn't see anymore, her eyes plastered shut with cum, she was a fuck-toy again, being used by an unfeeling machine and she loved every second of it.

Then she felt the those gargantuan, hanging balls slap hard into her ass and she shook inanely as the last man splattered his goo onto her body and she thought, for one horrible second, that it might be over.

Then the machine started blasting its fake cum into her. She'd forgotten about that, about the single heavy drop of fluid that had fallen from the five-inch long slit at the end of the machine. She thought it would spray out her mouth, like a hose, that felt like where it should go, with the head of that thing all the way up in her throat, bloating her neck out like a bull-frogs. It didn't. Somehow it blasted up into her head.

She screamed in ecstacy as it did, a pint of man jizz pouring from her used throat as she did and she felt the machine's fluid burst into her brain and the amazing feeling of her skull expanding like a balloon. Quickly it inflated and sagged, floppy and distorted with thick, sticky fluid. She felt it fizzy in her head, boiling her brain, she felt it leak from her ears as the second jet further inflated her head to the size of a beachball, but not taught, no- the fluid that filled her was far to heavy, lumpy and gooey for that, her head flopped down, dragging her neck downwards as the machine plunged and plunged and spewed more and more jizz into her and she never wanted it to end. She wanted it to keep going and going and inflating her whole body forever.

Tonight was not the night her wish would be granted. But that's not to say it wouldn't ever be granted.

 

[doctorro]

ahh nice dude, fantasy giants yees.
but loved it if the machine would have inflated her tits