As we walked through the forest, fresh from a fruitless excursion, Lillia trot along just behind me. She enjoyed going on these short trips for a multitude of reasons and typically grew ‘weary’ around the same point, needing to stop and rest. Despite her disarmingly sheepish demeanor, she had a peculiarity that was uncharacteristic for a girl of her reputation. Her girly and effeminate mannerisms contrasted sharply to the heaving thing between her hind legs. Swinging and swaying with every clop and trot, and barely hidden by a stained loin cloth. She cleared her throat softly as we neared the village border, quietly hinting at her needs.
She smelled quite strongly, despite her dainty and often motherly appearance. Wafting off a pungent odor that grew harder to ignore with each passing day, thanks to a chance encounter with a hag. “Um…” She glanced at me with darting eyes, silently asking for the usual. She had never even seen a man’s ‘thing’ as she put it, much less knowing how to clean or care for one. As a result, she had an obscene amount of ‘buildup’, as she put it, caring little for the ‘other’, less scrupulous term. Every time I removed her loincloth it was made apparent that she hadn’t so much as seen her own ‘member’ since the incident, opting to hide it behind a shield of cloth.
I loosened her garment and the fetor hit me like a punch to the nose. A soft squeak escaped past pursed lips and fair fingers. “I…I hope it’s not too bad…Is it?” She said, frozen, unable to look back in shame. Already at half mast, I gently removed the smeared and befouled garment. There it was, wagging and drooling like a live animal, easily longer than my arm and twice as thick. With every nervous step she took, it swayed and swished in subtle ways that reminded me of its owner.
“It…It’s fine, really. Just needs a little…Attention.” I reassured her and she sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid people were beginning to notice…” Every bit of motion was reflected in the vascular club dangling underneath her belly. “Can…Can you…Y’know…” She whispered as if the monster between her thighs could hear her. As I got closer I could practically taste the smell sticking to the back of my throat, clogging my mouth before I even touched her. I grabbed her shaft with both hands and she reacted with a soft squeak, her cock coming down a few more inches as I held it still.
She kept quiet as I coaxed her to full mast, slowly stroking her with a gentle squeeze. The excess cheese built up under my fingers as I pulled from flare to sheath. Now fully engorged, it throbbed and jumped in my hands, her daily galloping and sweaty neglect sticking to my hands. “Um…” She looked back slightly. “Can…Um…Can you…Please…” She asked for her favorite treatment, ignorant of her hygiene.
I repositioned myself in front of her throbbing horse cock and sighed. She let out a sharp ‘Eep!’ at my breath and it lurched forward in my hands. “Sorry…” She whispered. “H-here…” She braced herself with both hands on a tree. “I’ll try my best not to move…” I extended both arms and cupped her balls just the way she liked it. I kissed her flare and felt it jump on my lips, smearing a generous helping of congealed dick milk up my mouth and nose. She apologized and I continued her cleaning, licking in long strokes as I massaged her balls. She squirmed as I collected the buildup, dragging my tongue across every coated inch of her gift.
After a few minutes I was finished lapping up her coagulated dick cheese. By the end she was panting and weary of the torture, begging to finish the treatment. “Puh– Please…I…can’t…” I looked at my work, with her throbbing and drippy dick looking back at me. I gave her cock a strong kiss and she erupted, with a girlish grunt her balls pulled up. The steady stream flowing from her cock oozed out into mild chunky dribbling, then finally the heavy, nut clenching, gushing she was known for. Her cock heaved and jumped as her legs trembled, spitting her built up load on my face as she gracelessly humped my cheek. She dumped her load onto me in a solid minute of sloppy humping and grunting, pushing out thick, chunky baby batter onto my thighs. Eventually it wilted to its previous state, receding into her sheath as she nearly collapsed onto me.
She could barely get a word out, panting and huffing as she attempted to keep herself from staggering. She stuttered out a weak ‘thank…you’ between breaths. I crawled out from underneath her and she gave me a tired, bashful, glance. “You…You’ve got a little…” She looked away in shame. “Um…Nevermind.”