The heat of the sun as it baked my skin felt comforting that day; and the colors that I saw from inside my eyelids were transcendant. Having grown weary from the labors of my day, I had decided to recline against the shore and take a nap. It was not long before my head was rolling to the side against the large palm-tree woven pillow I had made, and I had drifted off to dreamland. I could not tell you of my dreams, I do not remember them, but I do know that they were warm and wet. And thus as the hours past, my sleepy hand began to wander between my pillowy thighs to begin to pleasure myself. At first, I had assumed the moisture that had gathered against the crease of my thigh to be from excitement; but soon, I felt the prick of a toothpick-like thing against my fingertip and I shook myself awake. I was shocked when upon checking between my thighs, I found a freshly mangled body that had been crushed against the folds. It was merely the size of my fingernail, or a spider of some kind and as I looked further, I noticed another small aunt-sized creature had crawled up to the tip of my knee and was waving his arms in the air. His squeaky voice was obvoiusly attempting to speak to me and when I told him that I could not understand him, he immediately covered his ears from the overpowering sounds of my voice. Not wanting to hurt him, at first, I instead offered the tip of my finger and he instictively climbed on whereby I lifted him to my ear so I could hear him better.
“He wanted to pleasure you,” the mouse-like voice called out, “he was proud to die. We all want to pleasure you.”
It was in that instant when I noticed swarms of little aunt-soldiers crawling up my leg. They were climbing up the length of my feet, against my ankles, sliding down the tops of my feet like a water-slide. The wave of little soldier men was tickling up my body until they covered my mellon-sized mound like a blanket. The constant running of their feet against my skin felt like the hum of a vibrating wand and I decided to recline to allow them to pleasure me. I spread my thighs as wide as they would go and moved the little man on my finger to slide onto my mountain of a clit. I imagined his words to be thanking me as he stood there, attempting to pleasure me with his fingers.
“I can’t feel it,” I called out.
The determined soldier man whom I will call the king waved his hands, and watched as four men climbed beside him onto my clit and locked arms. I heard three uniformed grunts before I watched as they jumped into the air and landed back onto my clit.
“Ohhhh yessssss,” I cried.
I could feel it now just as if I had been barely brushing at the tip of my clit. Proud of themselves, the king called a group of men such that I had 10 soldier men dancing on my clit.
“Mmmmmm….ohhhhh…ohhhh yessssss.”
My sounds became shallow and my breaths became frequent and I began to simply roll my hips into the air, thrusting the 10 soldier men off in the process and crashing them against the tree behind me. But god, help them, 10 more climbed back in their place and their successors danced on my clit with every bit the same amount of vigor. I thrust them off. And so it went, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, then 100 men were lost in dancing against me. Their mangled bodies were beginning to stick to my thighs as my pussy began to moisten. When I realized that this wasn’t going to do more than tease me, I called to all present to climb into the nearby tree and hold on tight. Scooping some of the blood from my thighs, I smeared it against the trunk before snapping it from it’s roots and returning to my recline.
Smiling, I watched as they eagerly did as they were told and I quickly thrust that tree trunk into my pussy. Mmmmmmm….yessssss. The tree trunk dildo felt sensational inside me and the crushed bodies and the blood from them allowed it to slide in with much more ease. I started to fuck myself now with a steady rhythm. More and more men climbing onto the tree trunk as thousands died before them. They longed to be crushed within my sweet, sticky folds. I thrust that trunk in again and again… thrusting my hips into the air in the process. A few men at taken some of the carcasses and harnessed them together to make a long chain, and so 20 more had crawled onto my mountain-sized breasts and were attempting to wrap the soldier-chain around my nipple. They managed a pinch like this…and began to rub back and forth at my nipple as I fucked myself harder and harder. Ohhh gawd… ohhh fuck….that’s it… just like that.
I was moaning uncontrollably as I continued to fuck myself. A group of 50 or so men had found their way inside my pussy and were taking turns jumping on my g-spot as they had jumped on my clit…dancing, tickling, teasing that little spot as best they could as I fucked myself raw again and again.
That’s it…right there…just like that…ohhh fuck…yes…I’m going to cum… ohhhh gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeeees. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I cried out as I began to orgasm and as I did, a steady red and white stream shot from between my thighs. Ohhh yess… ohhh fuck…gawd…ohhh yes.
I came hard and long and when I was finished, I pulled myself up from the ground and looked in amazement as hundreds of thousands of little soldier-men were stuck like flies in honey against the shore. Their blood was mixed with my orgasm, their little bodies content to die. I smiled a secret smile, thanking them silently for my pleasure.
From a distance, I heard the faint sqeaking sounds of a familiar voice and when I turned my head towards it, I noticed it was the king. He was limping towards me, barely able to walk or even crawl. I bent down to offer him my finger, scooping him up rather than asking him to crawl up. I lifted him to my ear so he could speak his words to me.
“Ohhh, thank you Goddess. We needed to pleasure you like this,” his words barely escaped his lips before he collapsed on my fingertip and died.
And so I placed his body onto the tip of my tongue and swallowed him whole, allowing him the pleasure of decomposing within me…and I fell back to the shore and drifted back to sleep. Completely satisfied.
