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Priapus

... fantasies anymore, with the painting in her house, and that massive cock just waiting for her attention. February started guarding her lone time preciously, and called her girlfriends less for the next few weeks. She would find some way to get out of any and all social engagements, so that she could simply spend all her time with the painting. It was perhaps psychologically sick to do so, but she was beyond caring. She allowed Lauren and some of her girlfriends to come and have turns enjoying the painting and playing with the cock that was fast emerging from it, but everyone else was persona non grata. Exactly two months from the day she had bought the painting, she lay in her bed, trying not to look at the painting. A long day and lots of Cabernet helped her stay firm in that decision, and she would have fallen asleep if she hadn’t heard the oddest noise. It was low, throaty sound, that sounded like it was two thirds a choke and one third a growl. She froze. There was something in her room. She heard the sound of hooves. And then a bristly mouth was thrust into hers. That something was kissing her. She was alarmed and tried to push it back. In her alarm, her right arm fumbled for something to use as a weapon, and hit the lamp switch. The lamp came on, and her eyes widened in shock. It was him. He was no longer bound by the painting. His bronzed face and his luxuriant beard were right in her face. She didn’t have the recourse to look at the rest of him, since he was right ...

... there in her face, demanding her lips and attention. She looked in his eyes, and felt a wave of lust swamp her. They were hypnotic and blacker than coals. When the kiss ended a minute later, she was in three minds. One mind wanted her to call for help. One mind wanted someone to pinch her so she could wake up and go on with normal living. The third part, which was fully in control, was entirely in lust with him. She wanted to eat him up, suck him dry, fuck him silly, all of the above times twenty. He was a few inches shorter than her, but he was randier than an army of billy goats, and as sexy as any man she’d lusted after. The bronzed muscles had the natural look of someone who works for a living, and not the artificial look of a steroid hungry bodybuilder. She kissed him this time, savoring his full lips, and feeling his powerful pectorals flattening her breasts. She felt his rock hard member pressing between her thighs. It wasn’t in her yet, and besides it was too large to enter her without entirely damaging her reproductive system. She felt panic mixed in with her lust. What if he should attempt to enter her? She would probably die. Or her uterus would be so thoroughly damaged that she could never bear a baby. Lust took over before she could follow these thoughts. His hypnotic eyes sucked her mind right back into lust. She didn’t know when she had wanted to make love so badly. Not even her first time compared with this delicious feeling of wanton desire that danced inside ...