Meat Puppet

The next town was very promising. Meg was bored as it waited for Sam’s body to heal. What a nuisance. Dirk was enjoyable, but he did leave some damage. The anal beads left the tender flesh in his rectum bruised, the Ben Gay was a wicked burn inside it that made moving excruciating.

Unfortunately, everything else Dirk did afterwards left some stinging marks that made playing difficult. Humans tend to shrink when the fucking gets a little bloody. So Meg waited, biding its time by checking out its prospects. Meg got lucky at a bar in the center of town. It found three.

Meg grunted as it rode Frank’s cock. The bartender and his friends Adam and Tag turned out to have insatiable appetites. Meg liked how tall and well built they were. They were Sam’s height but their bulk made Sam look small. Frank was the biggest of the three. Meg could barely take him in Sam’s mouth before; he wasn’t long but really thick and wide. Sam’s jaw ached afterwards. As they sit on the other bed drinking and smoking weed until they were too high to sit up straight; they ended up 69 each other while Meg straddled Frank. Meg groaned when it felt the bartender’s eager cock enter him dry. Meg kneeled on his knees, his thighs straining as he rode Frank hard.

Adam and Tag finished what they were doing, watching Frank and Meg lustfully.

“Make it good, whore,” the new voice said throatily and Meg laughed.

“Someone’s impatient,” the demon panted. It arched his back, groaning as Frank jerked up his hips harder. Meg leaned back on Frank’s drawn up legs as support. Sam’s body was tiring too quickly now. His thigh muscles quivered with the strain of bouncing up and down on too many laps tonight.

“You had your turn already.” Meg pointed out before narrowed his eyes, the green turning black for a minute, and it smiled wickedly.

“Unless you want to join me,” Meg invited.

The other two men definitely liked that idea. They had been jacking off, watching each other taking turns.
Tag climbed onto the bed with a sly grin. He watched Frank and Meg for a moment before he inserted a finger up Sam’s loosened hole.

Frank groaned at the added stimulation. Meg grunted its approval. It now felt like a hot poker driving up Sam’s ass. The stretch was unbelievable.

Tag crouched down and began to lick Sam’s hole and the cock pounding up it. He laved the swollen ring and engorged cock with spit, lubricating Frank’s member so it slipped in and out easier. The two men groaned, Frank’s hips surging higher and harder until Sam was jolted off the cock, and slammed back down over it repeatedly.

“Come on,” Meg panted. Sam’s well worked hole felt loose now; Frank was beginning to lose interest as they lost that tight friction. Meg twisted his head around, trying to give Tag a look, “Join in if you want.”

Tag’s mouth watered and he nodded. He’s ‘double anal’ before, but often, the person on the receiving end wasn’t too willing. He looked at Sam’s reddened ass bouncing over his friend’s cock and decided he wanted in on the fun.

Tag positioned himself behind Meg, his hands on Sam’s bony hips. He licked Sam’s spine from neck to tailbone. Frank stilled, gasping with the exertion, waiting for Tag.

The long cock trying to worm into Sam’s anus burned. Meg threw his head back. “Oh yeah,” it seethed. “Get in there!” Sam’s rectum stretched and stretched as Tag pushed through. His cock was smaller than Frank’s. It was a good fit.

Frank growled Tag was taking too long. His hips thrust up, delving deeper into Sam and Meg gave another grunt. Tag was almost all the way in. The demon could feel himself filling up with the two cocks. Tearing. It felt like Sam could tear. Meg roared its approval when Tag was completely in, pumping eagerly.

The friction against Frank’s cock was back now that Sam’s ass was double stuffed. It was delicious. The bartender came inside Sam as he felt Tag rubbing up against him. Tag’s cock twitched when he felt hot cum coating Sam’s rectum and his dick.

“Gonna fill you up, bitch,” Tag growled as he picked up the pace, gripping Sam’s hips as he pounded. Meg strained to relax, sneering to itself as it thought of Sam’s helpless body thrashing over the two phallus. This was even better than Dirk. The two men took turns thrusting into Sam, panting and groaning at the tight, hot channel now wet with their combined cum..

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut,” Frank leered.

Meg only moaned as Frank continued to throw filthy words at him. It planted his hands over Frank’s nipples and began to play with them, pinching them until the bartender groaned. Frank returned the favor by reaching out for Sam’s cock, fisting it until it stood proud, red, and throbbing.

Adam was impatient to have his turn. Watching them really turned him on. He fumbled with his jeans as he climbed up the bed. Meg smirked, opening his mouth to let Adam’s thick cock slide down his throat. It pushed past Sam’s gag reflex. Meg had plenty of practice; the demon relaxed Sam’s throat and felt the cock sink deeper. It hummed and felt Adam’s cock twitch with interest.

“Fuck,” Adam moaned. “That mouth of yours feel like sin!” He began thrusting, hands on Sam’s head, burying his face in Adam’s hairy, sweaty crotch.

Meg sucked hard and deep the hard organ while it rode the dual cocks in Sam’s ass. It could feel the burn, Sam’s insides felt molten hot, scalding as the rectum kept stretching. Sam’s sore and stuffed hole began to bleed.

The demon panted it want it faster, harder. The three made eager noises and did so. Meg could feel Sam’s body flailing like a puppet, caught between the cock pumping geysers of cream into Sam’s raw throat and the searing hot sensation driving up the sore rectum.

They all came at once. Frank pulled out, moaning in regret. Tag and Adam took over, pounding in both ends. Meg waved his ass in the air, taking every inch with a satisfied sigh. Meg came hard, spilling cum all over the soiled sheets. The other two came again and reluctantly pulled out, Sam’s abused body collapsing onto the bed. Meg felt coated inside and out. It looked down at Sam’s body; at his belly and the sticky cum. Meg smiled. The demon called out to the Winchester boy. It’s been neglecting Sam. Meg was having too much fun and it slipped its mind that it wanted Sam to experience this. ‘Come out to play, Sammy,’ Meg purred and felt Sam stir weakly. The hunter whimpered as his body’s pains made themselves known. Sam struggled to break free of the mental hold it has, sobbing angrily as Sam realized what Meg was doing to his body.

Meg took the weed Frank offered and took a deep drag. Nice. Humans can be so inventive. The narcotic numbed the aches and pains. Even Sam seemed weaker, drugged and confused deep in his mind.

“Anyone want to go again?” Meg drawled, taking another drag. The demon coaxed a confused Sam out just as the three still horny men slithered towards Sam’s body again. Since the Winchester boy missed it the last time, Meg was more than happy to show the boy what he missed.