Sea of Flesh-33 (revised): High Tide
Sea of Flesh-33 (revised): Dementia on the Rise
Previous installments described almost all of the 3 dozen
women now scattered across the enormous floor of the Wormpit
screwing their pretty brains out. They ranged in appearance
from seeming delicacy to utter, bovine sluttiness. The
hundred or so men could take their pick.
Much to the delight of Charolette, her son, Larry had now
begun to fuck Bubbles, a heavyset but attractive, pig-like
orgiest who's previous hours of fucking up a storm
had coated her porcine features with a gloss that gave Larry
the lowest sensations imaginable.
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As Larry's cock slid in and out of the huge woman's
cum lined vaginal canal, Bubbles and the boy were getting
to know one another, "I been washin yeuw fuck like
a pig!, " the drunk 18 year old slurred. "Uuuuhh!
Uuuuhhh! Yeerre a slut! Uuuuuhh! Yeeur the real pig here!
Uuuhh! Uuuuhh! Uuuuhhh! Yeeur trash, " the drunk
boy gasped at the fat partier, thrusting viciously. "YEEEU'RE
TRASH! YEEEU'RE TRASH! YEEUW KNOW THAT, PIG? YEEUR'RE
FILTHY TRASH!
"Harder, mutherfucker!" porcine Bubbles
ordered. "Mage me feel the filth in me!"
"I'LL MAKE YEEUW FEEL THE FILTH IN YEEUW, YEEEUW
FILTHY PIG! YEEEUW DIRTY SLUT!"
"YES, I'M A DIRTY SLUT! YES, I'M A DIRDEE
SLUT, SO YOU FUCK ME LIKE A DIRDEE SLUT YOU BASTARD MUTHERFUCKER!
DO YOU UNNERSHAND, MUVVERFUCKIN BASTARD? FUCK ME DIRTY
LIGE A PIG! FUCK ME AN FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG!
PIG! FILTHY PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG!
YOU FILTHEE, STINKIN PIG BITCH! YOU STINKIN, STINKIN,
STINKIN SLUT!"
Having crawled a safe distance away so her son wouldn't
see what she was about to do, Charolette grabbed a masculine
ankle that was within reach.
It was a heavyset, blonde biker stud, but he was already
embracing Ellie, his cock pressing against her belly button.
Another biker type, having noticed how beautiful Ellie's
rounded legs were enhanced by the flow from her recently
fucked cut, had arrived with an enormous hard on pointed
towards her rear just as the Latin beauty and the Blonde
stud were about to slide down to the floor to fuck.
So, Charolette, having risen to her knees, pushed her face
in-between the lovers and fastened her lips around the
Blonde stud's cock. She wasn't going to let Ellie
have two cocks! Just then, a strong hand gripped her shoulder.
A muscular stud, with a red beard and hair that matched Charolette's
growled, "Ya want it, slut? Huh, slut? Ya want it bad?
Ya want it bad, doncha?"
It turned Charolette on even more to hear her son's
voice bellowing, "PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG!
PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! FILTHY PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG! YOU PIG!
YOU PIG! YOU PIG! YOU FILTHEE, STINKIN PIG BITCH! YOU STINKIN,
STINKIN, STINKIN SLUT!"
Thanks to Jenny's orgy, Larry knew how to treat a woman
at the Wormpit.
"FUCK MEEEE! FUUCK MEEEE! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M
GONNA CUM!" Screamed Brenda. Beautiful, succulent
Brenda had maybe fifteen orgasms a night where degenerate
sensations and images swamped her very being. Thanks to
a mother having brought her huge cocked son, the bulging
bodied beauty was due to experience even more climaxes
than usual.
But, for these drunken women, having climaxes is hard work,
and not because they're drunk. In fact being drunk
turbo-charges the depth and depravity of all their orgasms.
Brenda usually climaxed with only one man out of every three
she enjoyed, even though all three shot cum deep up inside
her capacious innards. So to have only fifteen wrenching,
shuddering orgasms requires that she fuck over fifty men
(not to mention sucking off nearly as many).
Like all the women, Brenda didn't mind all the work.
She actually enjoyed the non-orgasmic fuck work, and when
on the bottom, would arch her back to collide with the downward
thrusts of her lover of the moment, and when on top would
slide and wiggle her crotch over the cock that savagely
impaled it.
Throughout the spacious floor of the Wormpit, lovely buck-some,
drunken women, naked and near naked women--their faces
twisted into animalistic visages--were using men, thrusting,
thrusting, thrusting themselves towards orgasm.
HARD! HARD! HARD! WORK! GETTING THERE! GETTING THERE!
WORK! WORK! GRUNTING! GASPING! CURSING! FUCK ME YEEUW
MUTHERFUCKER! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD!
THEY KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO GET THERE! GRUNTING! GASPING!
CURSING! "YEEUW MUTHERFUCKER! YEEUW WANNA KNOW
WHAD A SLUT IS YEEUW BASTARD? YEEUW WANNA KNOW WHAD A SLUT
IS? I'LL SHOW YEEUW WHAD A SLUT IS, MUTHERFUCKER!"
And then a maniacally drunk momma might look up at a gathering
of men and slur, "Don't go away MUTHERFUCKERSH!
Aaahh! Aahh! Uuuhh! I'm gettin ready fer ya!"
Then back to her lover, 'COMMON, YEEUW BASTARD SOMMABISH!
CUM MUTRHERFUCKER! CUM! CUM, SO I CAN FUCK THOSHE SONSOFABITCHES
OVER THERE!"
Fucking at the Wormpit is absolutely wonderful when the
women know they're sure to get there.
"YOU CUNT! YOU DIRTY, FITHY CUNT! PIG! PIG! PIG!"
Gorilla roared as he mauled Brenda. YOU FILTHY, STINKIN,
WHORE OF BITCHIN CUNT! He certainly knew how to talk to
a woman!
"YES! YES! FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEE! FUCK MY CUNT! MAKE
ME FEEL IT, YEEEUW BASTARD! MAGE MY MY CUNT FEEL YEEUR COCK"
Over by the men's room, Sugar had clinched her legs
together and drawn a load from the man she had gotten away
from Debbie while the stud fucking Debbie had also erupted
to be immediately replaced by one of the lovers surrounding
Joleen.
Joleen, in turn, had drawn a cock load and a new gang banger
had mounted her, and slid his cock in her flowing cunt from
behind her huge ass globes.
The naked bodies fucking all three women had melded and
there were now thirteen men swarming over three women.
The stud who had missed fucking Sugar was now rewarded as
she rolled over to him offering his cock her flooded cunt
hole. He sunk his shaft inside her in an instant, bottoming
his balls in the flow of cum coursing down her ass cheeks.
Meanwhile, from beneath her thrusting lover's body,
Sugar was reaching out to grasp the hand of another kneeling
stud. Another roar represented Debbie's getting
another male's fluids embedded up inside her, and
having gotten five loads from a doggie position, she fell
drunkenly and rolled over on her back.
The beaded curtains parted, and a trio of Blacks, two males
and a brown skinned female with enormous jugs, the pinnacles
of which sported bestial, black aureoled nipples hanging
out blatantly. One of the group inadvertently bumped into
a hesitant beauty's very bulging rear (this was Trish
who was in the wrong place to not go back to drinking).
The black woman was drunk, VEEERY drunk, and being steadied
by her two companions. She wore a tube top that had slid down
beneath her watermelon sized breasts and bright red and
very tight, hot pants that outlined her mammoth bodily
curves.
One curve in particular that her leotards called attention
to was her over abundant pubic mound. The out-pouching
suggested that she had been at a flagrant party. Not only
did her skin-tight pants delineate her grotesquely ridged
pudendal crevice, a prominence at the apex of her outlined
cunt lips looked suspiciously like a very erect clitoris.
Whatever this capacious, profoundly drunk, black woman
had done--how nasty, and with how many--had not lessened
her arousal. The entire mound of convexly clinging fabric
was suspiciously darkened. But not only that, the darkness
of the fabric over Baroomas crotch fountain went down
the insides of the giantess's tapering tree trunk
sized thighs, and amazingly, the insides of her calves.
Of course, she had calves the size of other women's
thighs. If that wasn't bad enough, the wet from all
her recent fucking had worked its way up from her jutting
clitoris, up and over the upper portion of her cunt pouch
and then spread sideways under and over a fold of her belly
flesh.
A naive observer might have assumed that she had made a little
love in the car but for the size of the discoloration. The
three of them could have done it in a van, however. But then,
a little love making wouldn't have explained the degree
of wetness, nor how Barooma's pudendum had become
so flagrantly engorged, and especially how the outline
of her labia through the tight fabric had parted so widely.
No, it must've been from some serious love making with
far more sex partners than the drunk Barooma had arrived
with. There's no question but what Barooma was not
wearing panties, or at least her cunt lips wouldn't
have showed so vividly through the soaked pants cloth,
where a careful observer could see the lines of her labia
meeting up with her more swollen vulva. Panties wouldn't
have helped to restrain the spread of the wet from the previous
hours of vigorous partying.
Barooma opened her mouth to say something to one of her companions
and instead of the usual shadowed darkness, the telltale
whiteness of recent fellatio glistened forth. In fact,
her darkened face was pattered by specks of white, especially
around the corners of her mouth.
She was fat, but firm and smooth, sexy fat, the kind of low
and indecent fat that real men and real women love to mess
with (and get messed up from).
Just then, the beaded curtains parted again, and Trish,
a glamorous female in a form fitting, bright blue dress
with reflective sequins jiggled in. She stood there hesitantly
as though in conflict as to whether to stay or leave. Her
gaze wandered over the assemblage, first to the nearby
tables, then from group to group screwing on the floor,
over to naked men and women circulating either to the bar
or other clusters of lovers, and finally back to the nearby
tables.
Trish stepped forward to keep from getting bumped and as
Barooma and her men passed and moved into the mingling crowd,
the tentative beauty watched the giantesss rear end sashay
as others moved away assisting the festering female who
was apparently drunk.
Trish had almost decided to leave, but the sight of Barooma's
colossal, cyclopean swiveling buttocks see-sawing around
the rear of her under slung fuck sack shocked the beauty
with the obscenity of this Black beautys debauchery and
induced her to stay.
As fluids formed in her own crotch, Trish gazed and gazed
at Barooma's hot pants and saw how they not only outlined
the front dome of her overflowing cunt but also conformed
to the rear, under-slung pedicle.
Trish stood gaping as the men took turns helping the gigantic
female out of her hot pants and peeled off their own chinos
to expose giant pricks. Having pressed dress fabric into
her own crotch in an effort to stem vaginal flow, Trish sat
at an empty table to watch Barooma in action (wheew).
For anyone wanting to follow the Sea of Flesh thread, enter
the word, [Wormpit] in the search by handle or text box
and pull up the whole series plus numerous bonus articles.
To check in on various mommas, like Monique, Bubbles, Alena,
etc., simply enter that particular name in a search by handle
or text window, then after clicking on the earliest article,
employ control-f with that same name to find what condition
they arrived in.
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