Innocence Lost Ch. 32

Innocence left Leon to Moss and Dodie who masturbated it with their tongues and fingers, while she plunged into Honore's cunt, forcing it wider with her own fingers, along with those of Hyacinth, trying to force it open as much as was humanly possible. Although Honore's cunt still ached and stretched, pulled as part and much as lubricant as Innocence's practised prick could manage, and even with the additional lubrication supplied when Innocence relieved her semen inside her and it dribbled down onto Hyacinth's fist, Honore was still not sure that it was ready for the punishment she'd promised it.

Soon, however, it was as ready as it could ever be, oozing with juice and semen, red and swollen, her clitoris hard, her sweating nipples as erect as Moss's penis which was thrusting into Leon's arse. "Now! Now!" She implored.

Leon wandered over, his penis fully erect, and swaying above her face. "Are you sure?"

"Don't talk! Just do it!"

Leon gently spread Honore's legs, while her other lovers gathered around her to give her encouragements, caresses and kisses, and eased his penis to the entrance to her cunt. Then gradually and slowly he inserted his monstrous penis into the hole. As it began to enter, it felt like it did whenever Dodie or Innocence inserted their fists into her. It was the same size and hardness as a fist, but Honore saw with alarm that it had barely entered. Only the glans was inside her and already it was painful! Leon's thrusts became steadily more rhythmic and insistent as more and more of it sank in. Honore shouted out and yelled with ecstasy, regarding the hairy man above her, and then biting Innocence's tongue in her mouth. She began writhing and wriggling with passion.

The thrusts got harder and harder, and with each thrust the penis went in deeper and deeper and then the pain of entry was beginning to overwhelm the filling of passion. Part of her screamed out "Go on! Go on! Deeper! Deeper! Faster! Faster!" Another part, still silent, was saying "Stop!" The other part gradually became more insistent. The pleasure began to recede rapidly and painfully. She felt like she was being impaled, torn apart, and ripped like paper. Her yells of pleasure were replaced instead by the loud cries of "Stop! Stop! For God's sake, stop!"

Instantly, the thrusts stopped. Leon withdrew his penis, which spilt massive globule after globule of semen onto Honore's chest, and all down her thighs and stomach. Honore shook from side to side in pain, aware that amongst all the semen and vaginal juice was a flow of blood from inside her that just wouldn't stop. She looked up at Leon through eyes squeezed together against the internal agony. His body seemed to shimmer in her state of near unconsciousness, his penis still immense but gradually losing its immensity with little twitches. He looked at her sadly.

"It's always like this!" He mourned. "Every time. It's always the same. There's only one cunt in the world that can accommodate me!"

To Be Continued...