Lisa's dance with the Mitachurls

Lisa dropped to her knees without being told.

The two mitachurls towered over her, their massive cocks already rigid and leaking. With her arms still bound tightly behind her back in the red rope, she had only her mouth. She leaned in at once, soft lips parting to press a reverent kiss to the heavy, low-hanging balls of the nearer one. Her tongue dragged slowly across the thick, musky skin as she murmured against them.

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“Thank you… thank you for choosing me. These are going to fill me so well…”

She moved to the second pair of balls and gave them the same worshipful attention, kissing, licking, nuzzling while her bound body shifted restlessly. Only then did she tilt her head and take the first fat cockhead between her lips. She sucked with practiced, greedy hunger, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, taking it deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against the dense fur of the mitachurl’s pelvis. Spit already ran down her chin in shiny strands.

The mitachurl above her grunted, thick fingers locking around her head. Then it began to fuck her face in earnest.

There was nothing gentle about it. Long, powerful strokes drove the enormous cock straight into her throat again and again. Lisa’s eyes watered; wet, filthy gagging sounds filled the clearing as saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips and soaked the front of her lace bra. She kept her throat open and welcoming, moaning around the thick shaft every time it bottomed out. The second mitachurl impatiently slapped its own cock against her cheek, smearing pre-cum across her skin while it waited its turn.

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They used her mouth like that for long minutes—switching whenever one grew close, forcing her to clean every inch with her tongue between thrusts—until both shafts glistened and her lipstick was completely ruined.

Then one of them simply picked her up and threw her onto her back in the grass.

The red ropes kept her arms pinned uselessly beneath her. The two mitachurls moved into position at once: one kneeling at her head, the other between her spread thighs. They lined themselves up and pushed in together.

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Lisa’s cry was muffled around the cock that filled her throat at the same moment the second massive length forced her cunt open. They began to move in opposing rhythm—one burying itself in her pussy while the other withdrew from her mouth, then reversing—so that she was never empty. The wet, rhythmic slap of heavy bodies against her filled the clearing. Spit and juices ran freely. Her bound body jolted with every dual thrust, tits bouncing hard inside the torn lace.

They kept her like that for a long time, switching holes whenever they pleased, sometimes both pulling out only to force themselves back into her at the same moment so she was stuffed and stretched at both ends. Lisa took it all with open, needy sounds, hips lifting as much as the position allowed, clearly loving every second of being used so thoroughly while completely helpless.

Eventually they flipped her.

One mitachurl pinned her face-down into the grass in a deep prone-bone, massive body covering hers, and drove back into her cunt with crushing force. The angle was brutal; every thrust ground against the mouth of her womb. Lisa’s moans turned high and broken as the heavy cock battered her cervix again and again.

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It was during one particularly deep, grinding thrust that she felt it—a small, sharp sting on the soft curve of her ass.

Lisa’s eyes flew open.

Heat exploded through her body in a sudden, uncontrollable wave. Her empty womb clenched hard, then began to flutter and spasm as if desperate to be filled. Fresh, copious slick poured out around the cock still pounding her. Her nipples tightened painfully. Every nerve seemed to light up at once. She was suddenly, violently fertile—ovulating hard, body screaming for seed.

The mitachurls felt the change immediately.

They pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back again, fold her legs up toward her shoulders, and slam back into her in a deep mating press.

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The first massive cock speared straight to the entrance of her now-frantic womb and began to breed her in earnest—long, deliberate, punishing strokes that forced the fat head against her cervix with every thrust. The second mitachurl straddled her chest and fed its cock back into her throat so she could only gurgle and moan while her body was used for its new purpose.Lisa’s bound hands clenched uselessly behind her. Her eyes had gone glassy with pure animal need. Every time the cock in her cunt bottomed out she tried to push back onto it, trying to take it even deeper, already begging wordlessly for the flood that would answer the sudden, raging heat in her core.