DUNGEON DELECTATION

There was a monster in the dungeon. Disfigured, huge, hunched. He was kept there for war times. The place was humid, in penumbra, with water dripping somewhere in the back. His chains produced a clinking sound every time he moved. Dirty rags on him. She was the peasant who brought him food and kept the cell clean. Large hips, big breasts, ragged clothes. She always entered there afraid that he would attack her, but it never happened. She brought him food and water after all. One day, she was coming to his cell, when she heard him moaning and the chains clinking. She hid and peeped from behind a column. Oh, dear! He had his prick in his hand. It was a huge prick for a man, thick and long. He massaged it as he grunted, the fat head hiding and showing from his palm. He massaged faster. Faster. And the cum surged abundant, falling on the floor, his head back as the last drops glistened the fading head. Shed seen it before, and when she did, she fingered herself. When hed kept his floppy, greasy member in his torn trousers, she left the food quickly and left.

Next day, she was cleaning and looked at him. His prick was hard, the fat tip coming out of his waistline. She looked away. He opened his trousers and she stared at the hard rosy thing protruding from a bunch of hair. A tear of pre cum coming off the little opening on the top. He offered it to her. She hesitated. He pointed it to her mouth. She knelt. He touched the tip to her lips. She opened them and he put it in. The tip took all her mouth. He moved in her mouth. And she sucked on it. Sucked, sucked, while he moved as deep as possible. He was forcing it more and more into her mouth. She was almost choking and she held the base, one hand above the other. It was hard as a rock. He moved, thrust, grunted and froze for a split of second. The cum spilled in her mouth, filling it with a salty, creamy, warm taste. This happened for several days. One day she didnt enter the cell. She just placed the food on the floor. He grabbed her leg. She fell on the floor, scared. He pulled her close to the bars. Legs wide apart through the bars. He lifted her ragged dress and lowered to lick her sex. His tongue was agile. His long, large finger entered her. Lapping, lapping, fingering, fingering. And she came intensely. Then he pulled his hard immense prick from his dirty trousers and offered it to her. She bowed to take it in her mouth, sucking avidly. He uncovered her breasts and touched them with his coarse hands. He grazed and pinched it. Grazed and pinched the other hard nipple. She sucked, licked and savored his prick. One of his fingers found her ass and bored into the tight hole there. He massaged it as his prick gave out a deluge of cum in her mouth. Next day, as she entered the cell, without knowing what to expect, he took the key and hid it. He made her lie on the floor as he licked her sex and palmed her breasts. Then his wide mouth went to her breasts. He sucked one, as his fingers pinched the other. His savage mouth engulfed all of the other, hiding all the breast in its hungry cavity, eating on it. When she was almost coming, his coarse fingers opened the labia and he placed the fat head of his rock hard prick in the entrance. Fear and hunger in her eyes. He didnt fit in there! He forced the head in. It filled all her space and she groaned with pleasure. Seeing her pleasure, he thrust all the rest in one movement, stretching her to extremes, as she screamed. He pounded his thick prick in her, mercilessly. He thrust and thrust, pounded repeatedly. Pain and pleasure mixed in her. He pounded deeper and deeper. A meteoric orgasm tore her in pieces. He thrust the deepest, once, twice, then he let go an abundant flow in her. Wave after wave of hot cum spilled in her and overflowed out of her tunnel. When he finally came out, his member was floppy and dripping. Sometime later, he made her be with her back to him, kneeling and holding the bars. His prick was stone hard again. He took her from behind. One hand holding her full breast and the other tickling her clit. He pounded so deep, she thought hed tear her. Pound, pound, pound and a new deluge washed her. Next day she refused to enter the cell because she was all sore. But his arms grabbed her body, she fell on fours. His hands separated her buttocks through the bars. He licked her back tight hole and positioned his fat hard rod at the small circle. And pulled. Pulled. Once again.

When the big shiny tip had pioneered the small hole, he panted. She screamed with lancinating pain. And he stuffed one finger in her vagina and the other circled her clit, distracting her with pleasure. This was when he pulled all the hard hot rod in, impaling her thoroughly. He pulled in and out several times, working his fingers elsewhere. She came so madly that she feinted. But he continued impaling her further and further, until he gushed profusely. She awoke to a dripping back-entrance. But she loved it when, next day, she came in the cell and he made her sit on his hard weeping prick and his uneven mouth sucked her breast. His fat hard stick disappearing in her, stroke by little stroke, as her voluminous breast disappeared in his hungry mouth. Over and over. She came fast and intense. She left him before he could inundate her with his creamy warm deluge. Frozen, he watched her leave, sitting against the wall, with his large shinny rod resting on his hairy belly. He yelled and rushed to the locked bars, with his hard as rock prick protruding through them. He had to finish the job with his hands. From behind a column she saw him flow far and abundant with loud grunts. A couple of weeks later he left for war and she never saw him again.

Lisa Torquay Aril 2012