“Goddamn! Man, I can feel your finger through her ass,” Joey ground out. His face was red and wet with sweat. I leaned down and nibbled on his nec.... I felt so fucking full. My ass burned. It hurt, but felt so good. “Work another in me. Loosen me up, Ben,” I panted. Twisting and turning his fingers, he was able to work the second one past my ring, which wrenched a moan from deep inside me. My pussy was contacting, which made my ass hole flinch hard. Joey was in agony. Unable to move until I told. I could have grabbed her, with some difficulty, but I didn't. I was a monster and I wanted her to kill me, quickly if possible.She circled me like I was prey and she a predator and maybe we each filled that role. She came so close that I could see every line on her face as she examined me, looking for the softest spot for the first hit. She had been cut on her face; jagged cuts that had hurt being made, and hurt to remember, but there was no sign of any plastic surgery. She was as they healed,. Of course, in front of all that – in fact just beneath where she was standing – was the object that she'd come there for: the Wayfarer Stone, which turned out to be a mushroom-shaped opal about the size of her fist, and which glimmered in yellow, turquoise and purple where it laid atop a one metre tall, vaguely phallic pedestal which in turn was erected on top of a raised circle of chiselled grey stone. The Stone was supposed to be some sort of immensely powerful artefact, although even though. I started to suckle her magnificent tits whose nipples had become hard and erotically long-like the erasers on pencils. "Hold those tits up for my mouth to suck", I demanded. She complied but was moaning and thrashing with frustration. After a few more minutes of restraint I inserted my cock into her cunt and very slowly moved it into her centimeter by centimeter. She grabbed my ass and tried to thrust me totally in, but I resisted her and kept up the slow steady advance.Her tight, wet cunt.