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Priapus

... joined to the painting, but had emerged enough that she could see the pink head of the cock, peeping out from foreskin that was straining to restrain it. She rubbed the foreskin, and was surprised at how flesh like it felt. She rubbed it again, feeling her cunt heat up in response to the touch, and then decided that she’d await the full emergence of the cock from the painting. On Friday, the needful happened. The entire cock had come out of the painting. It was hard, felt like a rigid cock, and was pulsing, and full of life. It was still parallel to the surface of the painting, and the balls were in high-relief now. February rubbed them also, wondering whether the God would emerge from the painting as the days passed. February then licked the head of the God’s penis with her tongue, marveling at its sheer size and the audacity of whomsoever dreamed up Priapus himself. On Saturday, his balls were fully three dimensional, and February couldn’t restrain herself anymore. She came home in the evening from her day job as a pharmacist and ran into her bedroom. The cock was now pointing at a right angle to the painting, waiting to invade one or another orifice. She started, seeing that the dark God had turned and was facing her, his eyes glinting with salacious evil. She felt a compulsion within, and wolfed the cock down. She took it into her mouth, and found that the head of the cock barely fit when she opened her lips as wide as she could. She strained and somehow took the head ...

... inside her mouth. She slid herself along its shaft, the best she could, but started gagging when she took a third of the cock inside. This cock was meant for the mouths of giantesses. By Sunday she had spent nearly twenty hours with that giant cock. She had taken it in her mouth, and in her cunt. She had even been brave enough to rub her buttocks against it, but she knew that she would be bleeding severely from her anus if she even entertained the idea of anal penetration. So she continued using the cock of the God to scratch that ever present itch in her cunt. It barely fit inside her cunt the first dozen attempts, but she sat on it, and forced it just an inch deeper each time, and crooned in pleasure at how full she felt. When cock fills a woman, she indeed realizes the importance of size. She wanted to make Priapus discharge his divine essence, but nothing really worked. She had been reaching orgasm for days with his cock, and while plenty of precum dripped from it, and it was always well lubricated, she could never quite make the God cum. So it became an obsession with her, and she labored every weekend with his cock. She put in her hours at the CVS where she worked, but stayed only barely able to hold her attention together when working. The painting, and Priapus, filled her mind and called forth unbidden all manner of fantasies inside her. She wondered whether her co-workers could tell that she was perpetually horny, but she didn’t really have as much of a hold on her ...