PRIAPIC PAN

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Lisa Torquay Priapic Pan

Pan was very far from his abode deep into the woods. One-day journey through the night that covered his half-goat big body and goat horns. He had another salience to hide as well. He had an eternally erect phallus, so big that it scared the nymphs away from his amorous pursuits. His intumescence looked as notorious as a horses. But he needed relief, all the time, for only when he spurted felt he some minutes of comfort, before he became hard and horny again. He searched for a source of relief that could be kept close at hand. Therefore the night journey. Morning came, revealing a farming area coiled by a crystal river. Bathing in the river was one of those he came for: a woman. She had long black hair, full breasts and round hips. Hidden in the bushes, his long fingers caressed his own member, distractedly. The warm sun and the fresh water aroused her. All possible erotic images passed through her mind and she thought how nice would it be to have an alert man to share a good time. As soon as she stepped out of the river he came out to grab her. She saw him and was stupefied, her hands tamped her mouth and her eyes froze on his member. She intended to run or shout, but he was quicker and prevented both. He ran with her on his shoulder into the bushes. He said he wouldnt hurt her, well, not intentionally, at least. At nightfall they stopped in a clearing. He tied her legs and hands, these behind her; built up a fire and fed both of them. But she couldnt take her eyes from...well...from that! Before so much interest, he squatted in front of her for closer examination. She could only look, but not touch. Slowly, she opened her mouth to taste it. But she needed to open it wider, and wider once again. His glans occupied all her mouth, her tongue passed over it. He melted. Her mouth on and out of it. Her tongue around it. The little fissure on his tip tearing, his horseprick harder and he squirted like a fireman all over her. Late afternoon they arrived in the far glen where he lived. There was a big stone throne upon a high four-stepped platform, down in the centre of the clearing, a four-columned stone altar with a stone bed in it. The columns were decorated with climbing plants and flowers. His entourage had dozens of fauns, average men with goat hooves for feet. When they heard of his arrival, they all came near and surrounded them. Upon seeing the naked woman, they became mesmerized: their members hardening from long hunger. Some of them came on the spot. Pan commanded they were forbidden to touch the woman, for which the punishment was weeks of being chained in the cave. The Great Ritual would be in two days. Night came and he chained her around the ankle near his throne. He slept there himself. The place was surrounded by torches. During his sleep he dreamt of having her. He moved and made noises. She awoke. His hips were thrusting forward. She got excited, touching her breasts and masturbating while he ejaculated profusely in his sleep. One of the fauns, who had a nice, thick human phallus, peeped the scene. He snaked closer to satisfy her and himself. He was embracing her from behind, positioned his throbbing member against her cunt, she arched for him, his glans almost entering her, Pan awoke in an outburst and shoved him away with a loud cry. Pan saw she was horny. He came to her. His index finger searched her triangle. The index finger was the same size of the fauns member. He found her button and started to stroke it, his other callused hand pinching her breasts. Lisa Torquay Priapic Pan 2

She groaned and contorted. She took his finger and slid it inside her, he did not move it, she did. She caressed her button and moved his finger inside her. She had a convulsive orgasm. Back in the bushes nearby, the daring faun watched everything. His hands working on his hard member until it gushed and became floppy. She was to be prepared for the Great Ritual, after which the fauns would have permission to taste her in turns or in small groups. A bath made available for her and scented oils for her body. The altar decorated, a white cloth on the stone bed. A group of selected ritual-trained fauns was present. They laid her delicately on the bed. She had to be ready for coitus with Pan. One faun was responsible for one of her breasts, the second, for the other. They stroked, sucked, and licked those. A third faun took her mouth, kissing it in every possible way. The fourth made cunnilingus, licking her sex freely. She went in a crescendo of wantonness in such way that she pushed the faun from her mouth, took his hard member to suck on it. Everything together made her come intensely. Pan ordered them to stop. Her legs were bent, her hips, placed on the edge of the bed and he approached. She looked eager for him. He was enormous and hard. He entered her, just the glans, she cried with pleasure and she felt filled up. He pushed a little more. She breathed deep. One more inch. She moaned. He entered it all. She screamed in pain and pleasure. Then he took it out. She complained. Slowly and steady he entered her until their bodies joined. She groaned. She pulled one of his hands to her breast and the other, to suck on his index. He thrusted. Once. Twice. Repeatedly. Her spasms came with loud cries and panting. He entered her more times until he poured it all inside her with a savage sound.

Lisa Torcato 09.02.2010.

Lisa Torquay Priapic Pan