Butterflys In Her ...


Posted by Ay-Wun on November 25, 2006 at 16:52:13:

11-21-2006
Butterflys In Her ...
By: Ay-Wun

Rina couldn't believe her luck! He was the most gorgeous hunk she'd ever seen! Sure, he had a weird name, Firth Msark, that seemed to fit no language she knew of, but who cared about that. She got moist just thinking of him. And, he'd asked her, yes her, to be his date for the opening night of his new club.

He'd come to the advertising department of the magazine she worked for and put in a really oddly worded ad for his club, but many did that these days. Most of its cryptic phrases were, he explained, as Rina gazed, mesmerized, at the bulge in his tight jeans, to attract the sort of people he wanted at his exclusive club.

"They'll understand." he said.

"It must be at least eight inches soft!" she was thinking, as she wrote out all the details, "And thick!!"

As she finished, and logged it into the computer for immediate posting in the on-line edition, and next week's printed, Rina was stunned, as he said,

"Is it too much to hope that a beauty, such as you, would be free to accompany me to my opening tonight?"

"N-No!!" gasped Rina, as her panties became sopping wet, "Y-You don't even know my name Mr. Msark! Is that how it's pronounced?"

"But I do!" he countered, in his odd, half hiss, half flutter accent, "I can see by your name tag that you are Verina. May I call you Rina? You said it perfectly!"

"Oh yes! Y-You may! And yes, I'll happily go with you tonight!!" she responded, thinking, "You can take me anywhere, any time, any way!!"

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Now she was dressed in her sexiest 'little black', with lots of cleavage of her gorgeous tits, and mid thigh on her long, lithe legs. Her door bell was ringing! Only as he, charmingly, took her hand and led her to his car did Rina wonder why she had written that note saying she was 'Going away to a better life, and for no one to worry about her', then left it on her computer keyboard.

"Did I also e-mail that to my whole list?" she asked herself. "Oh well, they'll just think it was a joke, when we chat again." she thought, dismissing it.

Rina was walking on cloud nine, as she entered the club that, on the outside, looked like a warehouse, with several cars parked in the huge, dark lot. but inside was like a palace. Having just opened, and with just the on-line ad, and word of mouth, there were only eight couples and six single guys there. She was surprised, but very flattered, as everyone gathered around her and began touching and caressing her, as though she were an object of worship. This acted as some sort of catalyst and made her begin hearing unintelligible, hiss-flutter sounds, much like Firth's accent. Firth had stepped to one side, as those people seemed to take her over, and now, loudly, proclaimed,

"We need a lovely volunteer to be first, entertainment, then dinner!"

"Huh?!" Rina thought, "Entertainment?! Dinner?!"

Seeing some of the other girls seeming to be considering it, whatever he meant. One even got a bright, enthusiastic look in her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, when another voice rang out.

"Me!! Me!! Please me!!!"

Rina suddenly realized it was she shouting this. Not only that, she was pulling her little black dress from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, revealing she'd worn no panties or bra, as a disappointed frown crossed the lovely face of that other girl.

"NO! NO!!" cried part of her mind, as she went to her knees to unzip the fly of the nearest man, in front of her, took out his prick and sucked it in.

Looking up Rina saw Firth whispering into the ear of that one. He immediately pulled away from her, but lay down on the carpet, pulling her down with him. Rina's body seemed to know exactly what was desired, squating her sopping cunt down upon his prick. Then Firth, like a master of cerimonies, was guiding another to enter her ass, and a third to her mouth. Luckily, the one behind squeezed KY jelly in first, and she had tried that before, but not with one in her pussy.

Even the part of her that had been objecting rejoiced in the feelings, that the hiss-flutter in her head, seemed to multiply. So much was this so, that she was quickly quivering in orgasm, and nothing mattered except the wonderful fucking.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!" her mind now cried, as all three came into her, in rapid succession.

Then, another set was using her, followed by another, and yet another. After well over an hour of this, Rina became conscious of a single immense prick in her mouth. Looking up she saw Firth, smiling, in sole possesion of her,, then drawing back so only the head was in her mouth, began flooding her. She'd become accustomed to swallowing all the loads that had spewed into her mouth, so didn't miss a drop. His tasted very different though. It had an odd, nectar sweetness, and seemed to move around, as if alive, tickling her palete, tonsils, and throat.

Still rock hard Firth swiftly moved back to her cream filled cunt and fucked Rina to another orgasm before spurting again. That same alive, tingling tickle was in her pussy, as his cock moved to her ass, there to give her one more cum, as he filled that hole too. Then she saw him being cleaned off by that girl who'd wanted her place, as each of the other girls took a turn at her pussy, bringing her anothr orgasm before she collapsed.

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Firth's seed, inside Rina, now began feeding on all the protean rich sperm that had preceded it, consuming every drop. Consuming also any waste that had been there before. All the while, tickling all her erogenous zones so that she was in a continuous stupor of cumming. It, rather they, began dining on stomach, intestines, and all organs, except those needed to sustain life for awhile, or to give her wonderful sexual sensations, almost continuously.

When the thick, pointed steel shaft entered her cunt lips, they not only avoided it, but guided it to where it needed to go to slide, effortlessly, through space now empty of anything except that seed, into Rina's throat.

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Rina had, as she quivered in orgasmic ecstasy, felt hands lifting her to a table. She had next felt the wonderful, thick, cock like spit slide in and through, giving her new, fabulous feelings that she craved more and more of. Her eyes sparkled with delight and fascination, as they watched it slide, smoothly, out her mouth. She was in sexual bliss. Fucked through and through! Even the confining rigidity felt perfect. Then there were stabs of pain, glorious pain, that made her feel alive. Her hands were skewered to her thighs, her ankles to points lower on the spit.

"Oh! It's changing!" Rina thought, as she felt those seeds combining into larger, more complex entities, but kept on stimulating her, and now, tugging on her conciousness.

She squirmed, turning very slightly, on her spit, as they lifted her, and her full weight upon the shaft from inside was another great sensation. That was totally overridden by the sting of the flames. Rina barely had a glimpse of them though, as everything went dark, when her head went into a shroud attached to the chocks the spit fit into, shielding it from the flames. That darkness didn't last long for, as Rina reveled in the burning feelings on her skin she began to sense sparkles of light. Then her sense of self began to fracture, and she was seeing that scintillation from many directions. Myriad directions.

Then round and round Rina turned over the flames, over and over she orgasmed. That sense of being many while being one multiplied those climaxes into something totally indescribable. Then as her gorgeous, roasting body rotated belly up for the twelfth time. As she had a fantastic, final orgasm, all her other selves began to chew. As her beautiful, now somewhat distended, belly reached its highest point, in that rotation, it split wide open.

Out spewed a swarm of jewels. Rubys, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, or so it seemed. Then they could be seen as butterfly like things, with irridescent wings of those hues. On close examination they could be seen as tiny, winged replicas of Rina, on the same scale as the body of a moth or butterfly. Well over two hundred flew forth and, amid them were, perhaps ten silver winged ones that bore a resemblance to Firth.

Firth now happily watched his offspring flutter about the room knowing they would grow more, join once more into several cocoons, then emerge as many beautiful, seeming Rinas and another like he. All the other guests paused, for a moment, from orgy to gaze in awe at this spectacle, and the beautiful, roasting Rina, then resumed.

When the beautiful, golden brown body was served, the swarm fluttered down to envelop it in gems, for a few seconds, each nipping a tiny, succulent taste. Then, knowing she was delicious, all the Rinas flew away.


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