Chelsea groaned as her head pounded the familiar gong of a hangover.
She tried to massage her scalp before opening her eyes and this
seemed to help the headache, but her head kept on spinning.
“Water,” she
whispered to herself as she opened her eyes.
She was on something
hard, smooth, and firm, which told her several things. First, she
wasn’t at home in bed, and second she wasn’t in anyone else’s
bed. Third, it wasn’t an alleyway and neither her backdoor nor her
throat hurt.
“Not that bad a
night I guess,” she told herself as her vision began focusing and
she sat up.
The expected wave of
motion sickness didn’t come but her vision didn’t seem right. At
all. It bothered her enough that she barely noticed she was naked.
“Joe?”
Seemingly far above
her was Joe, a classmate and all-around nice guy. Too nice. Nice to
the point where she never would have imagined dating him, and she
certainly wouldn’t have guessed he was packing a…
“That’s, uh-”
The world shook and
Chelsea screamed as she leapt to her feet in terror.
Everything seemed to
snap into focus at once.
Far above her she
was looking up at Joe and a train-sized cock; he was kneeling on his
knees and towering over her like a skyscraper. If Chelsea had to
guess she’d have put herself in the two-inch range.
Gargantuan motion
behind her made her turn quickly. She would have screamed but terror
took her breath away.
Across from her on
what was obviously a massive bed, Joe’s stepmother Carrie was
crawling on all fours, also naked as the day she was born and wearing
a massive mile.
“Oh, let me fix
that for you honey,” she said to Joe, and Chelsea couldn’t help
but turn back toward her former classmate.
His massive cock had
wilted slightly and now she felt like she was looking down the barrel
of a massive gun; his urethra was pointed straight at her. Even as
scared as she was she had to admit how pretty of a cock it was. Until
she thought she saw a little hand push its way out through the
opening, covered in precum.
In all her confusion
she knew this had to be a hallucination. A bad dream. A nightmare.
“Wake up wake up
wake up!”
“Three might’ve
been too many,” Joe said from above her as Carrie wrapped a
well-manicured hand around his massive rod, “One’s about to slip
out already.”
“Perfect, I’m
hungry,” Carrie said.
Chelsea watched,
horrified, as she gently shook Joe’s cock. It straightened back to
full hardness quickly and she realized she hadn’t hallucinated the
hand. Gently Carrie leaned forward and licked Joe’s glans. Then
with obvious practice, she gently pinched the frantically waving hand
with her teeth and pulled slightly.
An unfamiliar
looking Asian girl was pulled halfway free and began screaming almost
immediately.
Chelsea looked on in
horror as Carrie released the poor girl’s hand but kept her bottom
half encased in Joe’s cock. The girl tried desperately to get her
legs free but looked up just in time to throw her hands up in a vain
attempt to protect herself from Carrie’s mouth.
“Mmmm!” came the
sound from Carrie’s throat as Chelsea tried not to pass out in
terror.
The massive lips
pushed forward until they met Joe’s pubic bone and Chelsea tried to
ignore the giant swallowing motions of the woman’s throat.
“I’m dreaming
I’m dreaming I’m dreaming!” she yelled to herself.
Unnoticing and
uncaring, Carrie pulled off her stepson’s cock and smacked her
lips. The Asian girl was gone.
“Oh how I love
those,” she murmured as she stroked Joe’s cock.
Now Carrie could see
two small lumps mid-shaft. More women he’d swallowed down.
Chelsea finally
found the nerve to run, but when she turned she instead screamed as
Carrie’s hand scooped her up.
“One more,”
Carrie said playfully, “I know where she’s going!”
Chelsea almost
vomited from the sudden motion, and the older woman’s fingers
casually squeezed her so tightly she felt several ribs almost seem to
dislodge. Then there was a horrifying sight to behold in front of
her: a pair of massive lips, glistening wet and being held apart by
two fingers.
Almost gently,
Chelsea was pushed between them, foot first. She screamed and kicked,
but her Carrie’s groans of pleasure easily drowned out her own
sounds.
“So good,” the
older woman said, shifting her hips toward her stepson and looking
back at him. “Be a dear and push her the rest of the way in?”
Chelsea screamed
again as she looked up at her classmate, who only looked down at her
with a grin and aimed his cock directly at her.
Her screams muffled
as the cockhead shoved her impossibly deep. Chelsea’s only
knowledge of where she was came when she hit something hard and felt
the life be almost smashed from her by Joe’s merciless cock:
Carrie’s cervix.
Pressure lessened on
her as the cock receded and Chelsea tried to take a breath. There
wasn’t much air and most of her breath took the form of Carrie’s
copious secretions. Then Joe’s cock returned and slammed her
against the cervix again. This time she got a mouthful of precum
herself.
Joe held himself
deep inside his stepmother, loving the feeling of how tight she
gripped him while his cock was busy gripping two squirmers inside
itself as well. Not to mention the little wriggler at the tip of his
cock.
“I’m not gonna
last long this time,” he said almost apologetically.
Carrie didn’t roll
her eyes; she’d expected that. She’d been teasing him all day.
Plus they didn’t have time for a long session, her husband would be
home soon.
“Don’t shoot in
me, remember?” she reminded him.
“I won’t!” he
said earnestly as he started thrusting.
Each drive home hit
Chelsea hard. She tried to dive out of the way but it was almost like
Carrie’s pussy wanted her to be smashed flat. At times Joe hammered
against her chest and she was sure several ribs broke this time. Once
she desperately tried to throw her hands up to defend herself and
Chelsea knew only terror was keeping her from feeling a broken arm.
Finally, after far
too short a time for either of the secret lovers, Joe’s thrusting
became erratic.
Chelsea barely
noticed when Carrie pulled herself off his cock rapidly and spun in
place. She did notice when the vacuum that briefly existed yanked her
halfway to Carrie’s soaking opening. Gravity and the slippery
secretions did the rest of the job.
With barely a cry of
shock she fell from Carrie’s sopping pussy and landed with a groan
on the blanket. Everything hurt and she didn’t notice that she
coughed up blood.
She did notice that
far above her Joe was groaning and shoving his cock in and out of
Carrie’s mouth. It was impossible to ignore frantic sounds of
gulping. Desperately she rolled onto her stomach and tried to crawl
away; the pain in her broken arm became more obvious with each
movement and she tried to ignore that her legs didn’t work.
“Tasty,” she
heard Carrie say from far above her, then: “That doesn’t count
for my diet.”
“Oh that was
great!” Joe said as Chelsea screamed and the pair moved above her
like a thunderstorm.
While he lounged
back on the bed, he casually reached forward and pinched Chelsea by
the broken leg.
“Whoops!” the
pair laughed as Chelsea cried out in pain, “I think we played too
hard!”
Before Chelsea could
draw in a second breath she was dropped into Carrie’s waiting palm.
“She did better
than most of them do,” the older woman said as she lifted her
higher.
Chelsea tried to
yell for Joe to help her, knowing it would be useless but unable to
stop from trying. It was her only hope that he would recognize his
classmate.
His eyes only
flickered to her briefly as he climbed off the bed.
“So pound harder
next time?” he said as he walked away, eliciting a laugh from
Carrie.
“Go get cleaned up
before your dad gets home!” she called after him.
Now at eye level,
Carrie looked closely at Chelsea for the first time. And licked her
lips at the secretion covered little girl.
“Please! Let me
go! I won’t tell any-”
“Hope you’ve
still got some wiggle left in you,” she told Chelsea.
Her breath washed
over Chelsea who simply cried as she looked over the woman’s teeth
and down her throat.
“Please, no-”
The hand tipped
backward and Chelsea fell screaming into Carrie’s mouth.
Carrie closed her
lips around her treat and smiled. This one did indeed still have some
wiggle left in her. Idly she climbed off the bed herself and walked
to the master restroom to shower before her husband could come home.
If he knew she was getting laid twice a day but he was only present
for one of those events he’d be very angry.
Chelsea screamed as
the massive tongue battered her, pushing her side to side and between
massive teeth. Every so often the teeth would clench down on her and
she’d feel her skin tear open like road rash. Far more often her
ears would pop and the air would be sucked from her lungs as the
woman sucked on her body like a mint.
Humming gently
Carrie scrubbed herself clean under near boiling water. When the
flavor from her treat faded she clenched down lightly on the
squirming girl and was rewarded with more salty warm goodness. She
stepped out and bit down again, this time getting more flavor but
recognizing the telltale signs of a toy running out of batteries.
Good timing I
guess, she thought as she heard
the front door open and close. Carrie glanced at the clock and saw
her husband was home ten minutes early. She spat the little girl out
into her hand and traded her for a handful of antacids. They went
down like flavored chalk but a glass of water helped clear out the
taste.
“There,
I gave you a few more minutes,” she told the girl as she lifted her
to her mouth again, “Try to climb out, okay? That
makes it really fun for me.”
“Wha-?”
This
time when Chelsea went into Carrie’s mouth the woman wasted no
time.
Chelsea
screamed as she slid down her esophagus, finally landing on something
horrifying wet and humid. She felt something like a hand touch her
own and a faint groan of suffering from her left. Opening her mouth
she let the acidic air into her lungs, preparing to scream.
“Hi
honey!” she heard from far above her, and a more deep voice seemed
to rumble back in response.
Chelsea
screamed in agony as Carrie kissed her husband.
Carrie
had already forgotten about her little treat.