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I didn't understand. Why was she doing this? It made no sense.

I tried my best not to look at her, but she made sure I couldn't ignore her. With her 'hand' firmly around my head, I had no choice but to look at her face or the slimy mess that was her vagina. I preferred the latter by a slim margin. It spared me having to look at her sick smile.

She rubbed her fat finger in circles around the top of her vagina, all the while staring at face. Gauging my reactions? It was a bit of a stretch, because no matter how disgusted I looked, she just kept on smiling. Her vagina emitted the slimiest sound a she forced her thick fingers into it. Like fisting a jar or mayonnaise, or stirring a large bowl of baked beans, it was as gross a sound as you can imagine, and she seemed to be doing it on purpose.

Her labia seemed to be greatly exaggerated in size, like an inflated pair of tubes in between her legs. Full and plump-looking, and with a dim sheen to them. From the way they gave and deformed, they were very soft. I could see them jiggle as they were jabbed repeatedly.

Over and over she drove her middle finger inside, all the while the viscous goo that made up her body dripped from her vagina and ran down my chin and neck. My only solace was that it was warm, very warm. I tried to pretend it wasn't comforting.

For the longest time she sat atop my chest, forcing me to watch as she jammed her fingers inside of herself. Whatever she was doing, I didn't like, but it seemed like my body did. I felt extremely relaxed. There was the strangest smell in the air, and I knew exactly where it was coming from. It blasted me in the face every time she pulled her finger out of her slimy vagina. The longer she went on, the stronger the smell became. It made me feel lightheaded, but that wasn't the worst part.

My stomach sank as I felt my body react in the worst of ways. It was embarrassing, and I didn't want to admit it was happening, but it was. Slowly by surely I could feel myself growing aroused. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't caught me with my pants down, literally. Lesson learned. If you're going to go to the bathroom, don't do it in a swamp. It was too late for that now though.

Try as I might, I couldn't stop my growing erection. Little by little, it throbbed to life, soon coming to rest in between crack of this slimy creature's ass. I wished I could curl into a ball, but there was no way she would let me. I settled for closing my eyes and trying to pretend this wasn't happening. It was then that she let go of my head. The optimistic part of me prayed that she would leave me alone now, but I knew that wasn't the case.

I opened an eye to see her sliding backwards, leaving a trail of sludge across my chest. As I expected, she didn't go far. She moved only about as far as my hips. There she sat, my erection wedged firmly in between her sticky thighs and nestled underneath her plump labia. My view unobstructed, I could finally see the horrid excuse for a body she had crafted for herself.

It was wide and fat to match her size of her large head. While big, it did have distinct feminine qualities. Broad hips to support the creature's sizable rump. This tapered into a smaller, but still fairly thick waist. Because of her large hips, her thighs were substantially thickened to match. On her chest sat a pair of oversized mounds of goo she called breasts, probably twice the size of my head, and everything below her knees melted in a pile of sludge. She seemed to have an expert degree of control. While her entire body was constantly dripping with purple goop, she managed to hold a human-like form, with some parts softer or firmer than others. I will admit that it was impressive, but that didn't make it any better for me.

She slid back and forth across my crotch, her slimy labia squeezing on my erection. She pinned my shoulders to the ground as she leaned forward. I desperately prayed she wasn't doing what I thought she would. I guess it was just an unlucky day for me.

Her mouth made a sickeningly gooey sound as she opened it, and from that gaping maw she extended her tongue. The thing was bigger than my face, but somehow looked much smoother than the rest of her body. That didn't stop it from leaving a trail of ooze as she dragged it across my face.

I tried. I really tried to avoid it. I turned my head as much as I could, dodging left and right to avoid the inevitable, but she was the one in control here. With both hands she held my face square and slipped the large, slimy organ in between my lips, or at least as much as she could. She wormed it back and forth inside my mouth, wiggling it like a thick, oozing snake. For what reason, I can't say.

While the taste was nonexistent, it was far from pleasant, having your mouth filled with a writhing mass of thick slime. Thankfully most of it left when she retracted her tongue, but I could still feel some of it stuck to my teeth.

I could see her smiling as I coughed and wretched to try and get the remainder out of my mouth. I still couldn't understand why she would do such a thing, but she seemed to be enjoying my suffering.

Over time, I continued to grow aroused. My erection throbbed in between her thighs. It had become painfully hard and the creature's teasing only made it worse. Luckily, it seemed that she was done with the teasing.

She sat up and lifted herself into the air. There she stood for a moment, lining the tip of my member with her fat lower lips. With one hand, she spread her labia apart as she lowered herself onto my erection.

Once again, that slimy sound filled my ears as my cock pierced the thick pile of slime. It was tighter than I had expected. I managed to suppress a moan, turning it sharp exhale through my nose. It was one of many, however, and I knew there was no way to hold them all back.

She started to grind her hips in circles as she pressed her thighs against me. I could feel her insides stroking and squeezing me like a large, slimy hand. Her walls felt alive. They pulsated like they had a heartbeat, and every time they did, I felt the greatest urge to thrust into them. I tilted my head back, gritting my teeth as I tried to fight the inevitable. It's demoralizing fighting a losing battle though. Eventually I couldn't help but look back down.

She kneaded one of her breasts as she gyrated her hips. Her other hand remained down below, running circles around where her clit would be had she actually had one. Was this something she had observed somewhere, or was she actually receiving pleasure from this? Her big mischievous smile and gurgling - dare I say - moans pointed toward the latter.

I tried to look as defiant as possible as I stared at her face, but I doubt I looked very threatening. Judging by her expression, it only served to amuse her. Smiling as wide as ever, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her massive chest. It was the strangest experience. She must have just barely have been holding her breasts together because they were so soft. I could dig the tips of my fingers into them, but my palm would come to rest on the surface. I tried to retract my hand, but she held it firm. To add insult to injury, I guess, she grabbed my other hand and gave it the same treatment, forcing me to massage those oozing lumps of slime.

For a mass of living goo, her grip was strong. Try as I might, I couldn't wrench my hands free. I had nothing left to fight her. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to remain stoic. At the very least, I could rob her of whatever satisfaction she took from my discomfort. I guess she took that as a challenge, because the more I ignored her, the more enthusiastic she became. She wouldn't settle for taunting me anymore. She was trying to push me to my limit. Gently at first, she began bouncing atop me. She rose her hips into the air before dropping her weight onto my body. Her thighs emitted soft plops every time we connected.

Each and every time she dropped, she would push into me and I could feel her insides throb and shake. Just from the look on her face and the way she twitched, I could tell that took considerable effort, but to her I suppose it was worth it.

I grunted and gritted my teeth as I fought to hold my composure, but with every passing moment, I felt myself begin to slip. It felt so good. Under normal circumstances, I'd be having the time of my life, but now it felt so wrong. There was no joy in it, not for me anyway, just the sadistic pleasure forced on me by this creature. Painful as it was, the need for release overwhelming. Audibly I began to shudder and my body began to tense. I was certain that she could feel it.

She leaned forward as she steadily increased the speed of her thrusts. She hunched over my over body, her arms on either side of my head. Her giant breasts swayed to and fro in front of my face, slinging slimy, purple goo across my chest.

Stupid as it seemed, I opened my eyes again to find that her smile was wider than ever. Joy. There was genuine joy on her face. She must have been enjoying every minute of my torture. Who knows, maybe she thought that I was enjoying it as well, that she was doing me a favor. Either way, she was most definitely having more fun than me.

She grabbed on to my shoulders as she hammered away at me. She was going so fast now. That small part of me that still wanted to fight tried to push her away, but I only ended up grabbing on to her hips and holding them tight. I could feel it now. The point of no return. I had fought for as long as I could, but my will had long since diminished. I finally opened my mouth. I moaned without remorse , finally giving in to the pleasure forced upon me. Before closing my eyes in bliss, I could see the creature's jaw drop and her tongue hang low, flapping carelessly in the wind like a wild animal or a woman brought to the throes of an orgasm. I guess it was as good for her as it was for me.

I threw my head back as I reached my peak. The creature's waist surprisingly held firm as I pushed it down with all my strength. I held it tight as my hips thrust upwards. Even during my orgasm, her insides continued to pulsate, encouraging me to thrust as deep as I could. My erection throbbed painfully, each time firing a small stream of seed into the creature's depths. I shamelessly moaned the entire time. Her rippling walls felt amazing, and while I knew it was wrong, at that exact moment in time, I wanted to feel them again and again, disgusting as the situation was. Thankfully the moment passed as I was lowered into the afterglow.

She sat atop me for a minute or so afterwards, still squeezing at my loins for reasons unknown. Eventually though she was done. Still smiling, she slid backwards, leaving me panting on the cold ground. By the time I regained the strength to raise my head, she was gone. With a heavy sigh of relief, I vowed never to go camping alone again. Shit's dangerous.