Catherine awoke to the sound of riotous laughter emanating from across the green. How she slept she wasn’t sure, her neck and wrists were held 3 feet in the air by wooden stocks and her naked body draped below in a patch of stinging nettles. But it had been a long day. Her stomach and pussy were filled with semen, her fat body was bruised all over, her throat was sore. And in her ass painfully nestled a large parsnip. Remembering this, she flexed her asshole trying to summon the strength to eject it. Her raw, round hole widened and the vegetable pushed against her rim, but it was impossible, the circumference was too big.
She slumped back down and observed where the noise was coming from. A tavern about 50 yards away was in full boisterous swing. Men, young and old, jostled outside swilling ale from huge metal tankards. The evening was warm and the atmosphere exuberant. In the dark she struggled to see more than the orange glow of lamps and the buoyant movement of silhouettes. She saw one wander behind a tree to urinate. Then a few more staggered onto the green looking for somewhere to relieve themselves. Good spots behind trees were quickly used up and several men wandered aimlessly in the dark towards her.
An old, ball-shaped man, blind drunk or maybe just blind, arrived next to her. He began to piss, totally oblivious to her presence. His hot fluid splashed off the nettle leaves onto her back and down her giant, hanging breasts. It smelt strongly, she knew it would be dark yellow if she could see it. She could feel it running down over her asshole. It pooled on the ground making it muddy. She stayed still and silent. He finished, pulled up his clothes and swayed forward, tripping on her outstretched body. ‘Ooofffff’ he cried out as he landed on top of her, pushing her further into the mud and nettles.
‘My word! Sorry! Please accept my apologies, I forgot you were here and my eyes are not what they were. The stocks are a frightful practice in my opinion anyway.’ She looked up at his red, jolly face. ‘You really are in quite a state, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? They don’t usually leave you poor wretches out at night.’ She was skeptical, but lifted up onto her knees and arched her ass into the air ‘there’s something stuck inside me, you wouldn’t mind pulling it out?’ ‘Poor thing, treated no better than a common beast!’
He moved behind her and placed a hand gently on her stomach, moving it towards her crotch. She breathed deeply, aroused by the sensation. His hand brushed over her clit and he slipped a finger into her pussy. ‘No further up’ she whispered. Not understanding, he pushed his finger deeper inside her. ‘Mmmff no’ she murmured. He added another finger and curled them around her walls, searching. Her pussy pulsed around the fingers of this kindly man. ‘The other hole…’ she finally mustered. He gasped and retracted his hand, wiping the mix of fluids on her bruised ass cheek.
‘Not a problem’ he said and began prodding into her asshole with two fingers and a thumb attempting to pinch the parsnip. ‘Ooowwwww’ she softly wept. It was not working, her asshole was too dry. ‘Come here’ she whispered firmly. He moved to the front of her and as he passed she grabbed at his wrist with her flailing restrained hand. She pulled his hand to her mouth and began to suck on it. It tasted of semen, vagina and ass. She slobbered over every digit, coating them in saliva. He stroked her hair with his free hand.
Moving back behind her, he rubbed his wet hand over her asshole rim. She pushed outwards. He used his dry hand to pull apart her cheeks. ‘Mmnnnnnnnnnnn’ her eyes began to water. Her hole stretched and stretched, reaching the size of an apple. She openly sobbed in pain. Finally, the end of the parsnip popped above the rim, then its full length slid out and dropped to the ground. Her asshole gaped and flexed, remaining much wider than it had started the day. She felt the night breeze blow into her. ‘Thank you’ she gasped. ‘Not at all’ he replied and began staggering away.
‘Come back…’ she breathed into the night. ‘Let me thank you properly.’ Bemused, he wandered back to face her. She reached her fingertips as far as they would go, clung on to his clothes and pulled his crotch into her face. She breathed hot air on his dick through the fabric. ‘Absolutely not necessary at all young lady!’ he exclaimed, but stayed where he was. She gave his crotch a wet kiss. ‘If you do insist…’ and pulled his clothes down revealing his flaccid cock. She breathed in the musty smell and then took the whole thing softly into her mouth.
It was one of the worst tasting cocks she had experienced, a combination of ale and rotten eggs. ‘Guupp’ she gagged on its flavour, but continued slurping enthusiastically. She sucked hard and it grew slowly in her mouth. He moved her hair away from her face and held it behind her head. She couldn’t move her head much, so pulled him closer to take him deeper. Then she felt a trickle of liquid drip down her throat. He was pissing.
’My gosh! Sorry! Old age you know!’ He attempted to pull out, but she pulled him closer gulping his urine down with commitment. He relaxed and his stream grew. ‘Gulppp, gulp, gggulp, gggulpp, ggullp’ she rapidly swallowed all that she could, feeling his warm piss fill her stomach. She felt a debt to the man. And she was thirsty. The flavour was strong, almost acidic, but she continued sucking fervently as his stream dwindled to a close.
His cock hardened and she lapped her tongue around its grooves. She pulled him closer and choked then pushed him back slightly. She repeated this motion until he got the message and began to use his own movement to fuck her throat. He held her hair in place and drove into her, his stomach closing in around her nose. ‘Gaak, garhk, gurrgh, arhkk, gurrk’ her throat noisily received him. After a few pumps he pulled out and burst a sticky dribble of cum onto her forehead. ‘Aahhhhhhhhhhhh’ he exhaled. Her hands restrained, she could do nothing but let his seed slowly flow its way down her face. It traveled past her tear ducts and onto her cheeks, where it ground to a sticky halt. ‘I must get back my dear, take care!’
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