You woke up, sitting somewhere on a bench. Your head has a complete fog, and you still do not understand whether it was a terrible, wise and crazy dream about the bathroom, or everything happened in reality. There are no sensations from the body so far, your brain is just waking up.
You start looking around. It looks like this is a central city park. On the street day, the sun shines and, judging by the number of people walking in the park – today is a day off. Endless family couples, people with dogs, children snooping on rollers and bicycles teenagers. Day is in full swing, and you felt satisfied and happy, basking in this warm sun. Gradually, consciousness returns to you, and you begin to remember what happened before you found yourself on this bench.
There are not completely clear images in your head – your tights, fruits, the unfamiliar taste of some kind of liquid similar to milk. Then you remember a teenage girl with wonderful thin pens, and you cannot understand why you drew attention to her hands. When the image of you comes with the next portion of memories, as if in some reflection, you begin to understand that it was not just you, but you are, a dirty lustful whore in someone’s skillful hands. You clearly see yourself, lying in a huge bathtub with a raised and lying on the ottoman and diluted to indecent legs and labia. You recall with what amazement and excitement you examined in the mirror your open holes that fucked in my opinion everything that could be possible.
You recall endless sticky injections and putting products into your holes. In my opinion, the girl was even defecated with cottage cheese or something like that, sitting on your slaughter vagina. Then there was her hand in your uterus and, it seems, she put something. And when you clearly remember how you got and liters and liters of your same milk and other liquids in the ass, and how sexually your bloated belly looked in the mirror before you turn off – you are scared of your head, taking yourself out of these memories, and with anxietyYou lower your eyes. Your pupils expand, a sigh freezes inside – your stomach… He is as large as he was in the bathroom. It was now for sure – really…
Everything inside my breath, you got your breath… – How? How and where I will go with such a stomach?
This excitement from fear makes your uterus and the inside to “whine” and contract, but at the same time you feel and even, it seems, hear the liquid grunted inside. Not only your ass, but also the vagina with the uterus is filled with something… You begin to remember how you were filled, and again you return in your memory to that bath and crazy execution.
– In the pussy… Mmmm… In my opinion, during the hard and deep oral rape of the girl, a man – the girl was there, because she specially ate bananas, fruits and cakes. Then she, sitting on my pussy, emptied her intestines in a hole, filled with curd mass, strawberries and whipped cream… – Yeah, I have a cocktail there – what do I need, – you thought and smiled.
About fluids in the priest, who inflated your stomach so you remember only your milk, yogurt from the pussy of the girl and her golden nectar … Your nectar, too… Yes, for sure – you remember how sweet it was to write in a pump that is sitting on the clitoris and urethra, pumping out air and creating such a pleasant effect of stretching the clitoris… Moreover, writing in this pump, you understood that you were actually doing this in the ass… Oh… There was something else, but you no longer remember… Golden milk cocktail, almost everything – its own production.
You continue to look at your stomach and you are already a little calming down. You look at yourself – what are these sexy maniacs to you? On your feet you have sandals with a decent heel, a free and light summer skirt – quite short – when you sit, she only slightly covers you in the area of the pubis.
You are on a white hb topic, and quite short-due to the size of your abdomen from under it, there is a navel and a pleasant rounding of the abdomen that slightly decreasing to the bottom due to pumped ups.
You are with a fright that surrendered right on the neck of the uterus, you find that there is nothing more under this topic and your milk breast in it is very clearly visible, and in the nipples the fabric has become wet… – Damn it! – You thought, – what kind of perverts they were – let me out in such a depraved form.
From this thought about how you look now, your nipples instantly harden, and now any person passing by can notice this, especially since your nipples are so well emphasized by the topic diverging by your milk with circles.
You fidget the bench from the excitement and distant sense of excitement and understand that you completely forgot, due to which everything that was sophisticated in you is poured out of you – traffic jams. Large, centimeters of 6-7 at the base, they sat tightly in both of your holes, in contact with each other through the partition when moving.
You fidget a little on a bench to feel them better. When pressed on the caps of traffic jams, they go inside a little deeper, stretching your flesh with their cone -shaped thickening.
You gradually begin to enjoy your condition and what these is perverted with you. Excitation gradually increases.
You put your hand on your stomach and strok it with circular movements, slightly pressing. These small presses with a powerful echo are given in all organs, which are affected by the constant pressure of the mass pumped into you.
You find this feeling extremely interesting and pleasant. You crush a little more – and now the current is running along the genitals and receptors on the stretched ring of the anus, twisting the whole whirlwind of pleasure inside the uterus… Your holes are opened and as if trying to push out plugs first, and then all the contents of you. But you understand that the cork is too thick to just leave you. But since, when excited, the hormonal fountain allowed you to feel so well the limits of the stretching of your well -developed holes, you feel that with extremely strong excitement and orgasm, they will still be able to leave you by eagering the whole mass. From the thought that you can “be hung out” on the street or in a public place, everything is compressed inside, and you practically suck in sides inside.
Something almost explodes inside you at that moment. It’s just a pleasure bomb. The epicenter of the explosion is right in your uterus – something incredibly pleasant and strongly begins to vibrate and move inside… You are not even trying to understand that this is a wave behind the wave, the movement behind the movement, this vibrating uterine spasm takes you to meet you with the next orgasm… You closed your eyes, threw back your head and began to fidget the bench, moving traffic jams for more stimulation. The uterus is convulsed and pulsations open and closed, inside this pulsating jellyfish, something continues to vibrate more and more, transmitting this vibrations to a dense cocktail that fills your insides… Your hand on your stomach clearly feels this powerful vibration of all your insides, including the bladder… Before the vibration inside the uterus ceased, and the orgasm began to subside, you felt a traffic jam in the priest, stretching the anus to the limit, almost jumped out.
You automatically in a semi -conscious state ran a hand behind the skirt, and, feeling that you were without panties, and groping the head of the cork, pressed it back into the ass, while releasing a small stream of a golden nectar from swollen pussy.
You continued to experience this sweet and sudden orgasm, slightly stuck with the crotch on the bench. Your swollen and moaning breasts all continued to ooze a little milk through the topic. None of the people passing by people not notice you, and, moreover, thank God that he did not sit nearby.
You lowered your eyes to evaluate your appearance, and except for the topic that is lifting up your stomach and a small puddle under the bench, you did not see anything. Although no, something was visible between the boobs. Some kind of piece of paper. You took it out, unable to resist and slightly squeezing the sensitive breasts, as if squeezing the last drops of orgasm, and, closing from pleasure for a second, turned the note and read the text written by hand:
“You are the most gorgeous whore of all that I had. Many could not stand everything that I did with them. And you not only withstood, but also enjoyed all the perverted mockery of you! You are well done and I am very pleased with you, with your dirty thing.
If you have already experienced the action of my invention, I congratulate you and, I hope, traffic jams have not jumped out of cramps. It would not be very good, if you had a full program right on the street. I don’t know how much more time you can hold your holes shut up – it all depends on your orgasms.
And now, about what you have inside the uterus. I don’t know if you thought and felt orgasm in bouts when Oksana, fucking your uterus with his hand, brought you this tidy there, but know – he is in you. This is a rather interesting and expensive German -made vibrator. It is made in the form of a smooth egg with powerful vibro-mechanism inside. Usually, girls just have fun with him, putting it and pressing him to the clitoris, but, as you already understood, this is not our case… The most interesting thing is in this device that it can be configured at a random time, which I did. Now, at any moment he can work in your squelching jellyfish, and call the next tsunami inside you. Oksana really liked this idea – she so wanted to watch you when the next eruption will find you…
You are unlikely to get to your home today, we took your keys – the only place where you can be in full safety and hide from prying eyes – is located at: st.Academician Koroleva d.3, sq. 48. You can go there, they will take care of you there. Signature: yours to.”
Then there was a postscript by another handwriting: “Hello, dear! The next time we meet, I will allow you to do everything you want with me. You can take revenge on me in the most perverted way, and our teacher will help you with this. See you, whore! I kiss you in your awesome jellyfish! 😉 “”
Having breathed hard and quickly from what you read, and remembering the address, you threw the note and, closing your eyes, began to realize your position.
At the thought that at any moment this magical device can turn on, forcing you so sweetly and very finally, you have an involuntarily compressed inside, and from this you again released a small trickle – your bladder has long been able to, for a long time,when he was squeezed from all sides filled with thick “jelly” insides… Mmm… You thought that another such orgasm is from the device in the uterus, and you are completely described. But the main thing, of course, is that the traffic jams do not jump out of you.
You sat on them harder, and making sure that they were tight enough and deeply entered you, tried to get up.
The weight and pressure inside, was even more pressed on the organs, forcing you to sink and support your stomach with your hand. With the palm of his below, you felt how everything was swaying inside like a jelly, pleasantly pressing on the uterus, then on the bladder, then on the anus.
You went through the park, and with every movement, the cork rubbed inside each other, forcing your labia to swell, and the vagina and the anus – to contract in attempts to push out the traffic jams out. However, you are already used to this contraction and even relaxed the holes a little, knowing that the traffic jams are too large to just go out.
You walked slowly in the park, and even got a taste, starting to move their hips beautifully to the beat of the steps, causing men passing by, a natural desire to undress and fuck you. You enjoyed such attention, knowing that they couldn’t just fuck you – just nowhere. But you could suck them.
You enjoyed this sexual walk and your gait for about five or six minutes while going to the stop, and then the idea returned to you that this hellish orgasmic device inside you can work at any second, and you will need to urgently look for a shelter to safely finish. Not that you did not want him to work, it was just scared and at the same time the thought made that it could happen at any time… And you, biting your lip, continued your way…
To be continued…
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