Caveworms 3

Hannah lay on a pile of worms, her swollen breasts and belly shiny from all the fluid which now covered the both of us. My hands were shaking and I had a hard time maintaining balance because I was just so completely overwhelmed by my arousal. The sight of her, the sight of the worms and the thought of what was happening was almost too much for me. I was sitting there with a vacant stare for far too long, but there were so many possibilities. I felt that I had become a creature of urge, but with so many fighting for supremacy within me, I was practically paralysed.

I was still aware of the worms all around me. Each individual one, in some way, occupied a small part of my mind. I wanted desperately to be fucked, to cum again. I wanted desperately to fuck Hannah, to make her cum again. I collapsed. Worms then covered me completely, tickling my flesh, teasing me with an orgasm that constantly seemed just out of reach. I didn’t need to breathe, all I needed was this wiggling cocoon. They slithered across my pussy, my clit, my ass. They wrapped themselves around my boobs, my nipples, squeezing. It was heavenly. My mouth hang open, and before long, as if they’d decided I’d had enough torment, a worm began to make its way into my mouth and down my throat. I could feel its entire length as it went deeper, it was inside my stomach by the time its tail end slipped past my lips. A warm, soft kind of pleasure irradiated outward from the worm inside me, and another one began to enter my mouth, then down my throat, just as the one before it had.

I felt the first one enter my intestines, spreading its warmth as it went. Deeper and deeper within me, an indescribable sensation had me shivering with delight, a feeling which seemed to change slightly when the next worm followed. And more kept coming in. I didn’t bother to count how many, but by the time the first one slowly stretched my ass open and began worming its way out, another had just started on its way down my throat.

I wasn’t cumming though. I kind of didn’t mind, but it suddenly occurred to me that something was different. This was more of a massage than a fucking. A massage of my insides. It was deeply soothing, and quite pleasurable. It had calmed my mind, allowing me to focus. It removed my frantic urge to cum and allowed me to simply enjoy the erotic, almost romantic pleasures these worms could offer. One by one, through my mouth, down my throat, and all the way through my entire being they slithered, until finally coming out of my ass, stretching it in such a way that I never seemed to quite get used to it. It never loosened up at all in fact, which was odd.

When finally the last one emerged, my asshole popping shut behind it, I felt like I had the energy to sit up again. I noticed Hannah’s stomach had gotten noticeably bigger – considerably so. It looked like she could fit two beach balls inside. And yet her flesh didn’t seem stretched to bursting like I would have expected, it retained a degree of suppleness that had me tingling again. She was rubbing it all over with one hand and massaging one of her breasts with the other while a group of worms congregated between her legs. There were a couple attached to her nipples as well, contorting themselves in sucking motions, drawing her milk into increasingly large, pulsating sacks. Judging by the way her body was writhing about, she may have been screaming with pleasure were it not for the worm in her mouth. It seemed to be practically pouring its fluid down her throat, as large amounts of it were seeping out the sides of her lips.

It was an incredibly arousing sight, and I was happy to just sit there and watch, enjoying the feeling of the worms beneath me rubbing against my pussy.