Her pussy was wet and she felt so dirty. Stephen grabbed her hair and pulled her head back slightly. “So slut, Are you ready to get fucked?” “...es” the pain was intense but arousing. There was no preparation as Stephen positioned his cock near Christine shaved, swollen, wet pussy. He thrust into her as she screamed out. He grabbed her hips and pounded his cock deep into her. He was very well endowed and usually Christine took a little time to get ready for him, but this wasn’t the case now.. She got most of his cock into her but still pleaded with him "Please help me, fuck me please" You are a fucking slut, aren't you? You like my skinny cock don't you bitch." Beth had never been treated like this before. Her husband was always the perfect gentleman, especially in bed. She wanted this man to fuck her and answered him "Yes, I'm a slut... I need your cock!" She jerked her body upward trying to force his cock deeper but he withdrew for a second before he rammed downward burying his. All trace of her humanity ended where her knees should have been. There, her thigh trunk was attached to a sac-like mushroom volva fixed to the ground. Her body had lost all of her natural flesh tones. Her flesh was cast in blank whiteness with red polk-dots. The only outlier from this pattern were her nipples, thick and erect and colored with the same red hue of her polka-dots. Since her body had undergone all these changes she was sure she that she was not wearing a hat, but had a toadstool. It was getting intense so we headed into the house. The dash to the door was a big chill in towels. At the time there was a light snow, and about 1/2" on the deck. We went back by the fire, and her nipples were rock hard from the cold. I'm not really a tit guy, but her tits were nice, and her nipples were big and hard. I had some fun with her cute tits, as we talked about that day and her going home. She didn't want to leave, but still lived with her parents, and staying the night would be an.