While she listened, Meg’s robe lay open, her hand running up and down her thick, rigid cock, her length throbbing as the girl related the tale of the wolf’s destroyed balls. Meg ejaculated as the conversation ended, ropey strings of white goo shooting up onto her breasts and stomach.

Outside, a light evening rain was falling. The air was warm, the leaves rustling through the trees…and Meg was feeling bold. Back in the city, she was well trained. She kept her secret well, and never DARED to bare her body for anyone. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, and with the wolves dealt with…well, she wanted to bare it all.

Leaving her robe behind, Meg began the walk down to the lake, the cum on her breasts washing off in the rain as it fell over her pale, chubby form. Her raven hair matted to her head, body glistening in the moonlight, her curvaceous form jiggling sensually with each step, that huge, flopping appendage already thickening between her legs. The thought of being seen turned her on. What if someone were to come across her, now, with that big, ugly monster between her legs? What would they say? Meg imagined stumbling on a troop of girl scouts, her swollen secret exposed for them all to see. She’d spread her legs for them, letting them look, and touch, and more…

She laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head. If only! For now, it was just Meg, the moon, and her body. Her penis had grown erect again, bobbing erotically with each step, her low hanging balls jiggling heavy between her thick thighs as she began to descend the hill toward the bank. The patter of rain fell softly around her, the trees swaying gently in the night breeze. Meg’s eyes widened as she took another step.

The ground was muddy, leaves wet and slick…her foot shot out from under her, and she fell backwards. Helplessly, she began to slide down the hill, trying desperately to grab onto a plant or bush as she passed, but the wet earth didn’t hold anything she could latch onto. She yelped, flailing as she careened down the slope, eyes wide as the tree came up to meet her.

Her voice lodged in her throat. Her toes curled, feet on either side of the tree. Between her legs, her big balls were squished flat against the rough bark, her rigid cock throbbing, jutting upward. She groaned, doubling over against the tree, eyes clamped shut, inhaling sharply as the pain in her balls spread, radiating outward from her squashed sexual organs. Meg’s legs squirmed frantically to find purchase, but the muddy ground proved too slick. Even pushing against the tree with her arms, she was unable to lift herself far enough from it to shift her leg around it’s girth.

Her balls ached fiercely between her body and the tree’s chaffing bark, the pain growing more intense. Her penis throbbed, swelling to it’s full size, foreskin sliding back over the glistening head. Meg grunted, bucking her hips, her balls grinding beneath her. She felt pre ooze from the tip of her penis. It didn’t take her long. Soon she was stroking her cock, her body smeared with mud as she bucked her hips, wildly crushing her testicles against the tree. She moaned loudly into the night as she battered her balls against the tree, her breasts heaving with each sharp intake of breath as a new wave of pain washed over her. She yelped in agony, cum rocketing from her cock, splattering a good foot an a half up the tree’s trunk.

The rain continued, and soon Meg found herself masturbating again. She came six times before her penis finally began to soften, though it only ever reached a half-hearted state of erection, standing, but floppy. As time passed, Meg began to doze, her balls still aching, pinned between her and the tree. As she began to lose consciousness, laying exposed and helpless on the hillside, she couldn’t help but notice the ache subsiding, almost feeling numb…