This choice: Michelle's boyfriend comes calling. • Go Back...Chapter #8Brett, Michelle's Boyfriend. by: Mad Dog   Your mom and Michelle spend the next three hours engaged in an incestuous lesbian sex session. Despite it being somewhat sickening to witness, you would have been quite happy to leave them to it. Unfortunately, you main were the main course in the feeding of their sexual hunger. You were also dessert. It was quite a traumatic experience, and you're now more than familiar with both your mother and older sister's reproductive systems. Your mom had used her new powers to merge your feet with her groin, right where a penis would have been had she been a man. She also made you ten inches tall and somehow made you as stiff as a wooden plank.
After making kiss Michelle's clitoris, and the hot, wet lips of her pussy, before slowly, very slowly, sliding you inside the blistering furnace that is Michelle's vagina. You then spent, god knows how long being thrust hard, in and out of Michelle's vagina. You remember vividly that she had several minor orgasms, before finally succumbing to an earth shattering orgasm, that seemed to last forever. After that, it was your mom's turn, which was even worse. She'd insisted in trying it in a couple of different positions. So, it started with Michelle lying on top of your mom, thrusting you in and out of her in the missionary position, she then sat astride Michelle, and slid up and down. And then she got Michelle to you slide you into her puss from behind. And to make things worse, they then made you thank them for allowing you to be their sex toy.
Michelle walks slowly out of her en suite bathroom, humming happily to herself.
"And how's my little toy?" She asks as she bends down and peers into the hamster cage she used her powers to make appear on the antique dresser that had belonged to your grandmother. "Are we recovered yet?"
"FUCK OFF!" You reply indignantly.
"Aww now don't be like that," she says mockingly. "Especially since I'm so much bigger than you, and can do a lot of damage to that shrunken body."
You glare up at her, but say nothing.
"That's better," Michelle says with a smile. "You're learning slave. If you can't say anything nice, or helpful, keep it shut. Or I'll bite your arms off."
At that point, there's a knock at the door. Michelle stands up straight and turns around.
"Oh, Brett." She says almost disappointedly. "What're you doing here?"
"Thought I'd come and see my girlfriend," you hear Brett reply. "Since she won't return my calls. Whatcha bin doin'?"
"Been busy", Michelle says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Yeah? With what?" Brett asks.
"Stuff." Michelle says, in a way that you know from experience shows that she's getting irritated.
Brett pauses for a moment, and then changes the subject. Obviously, he's noticed too.
"So..err.." he says after a while. "We goin' out?"
"Yeah, I guess", Michelle replies, sounding slightly happier. "I could do with something to eat."
"Cool," Brett replies. "We can go bowling and get some burgers or something."
"Yeah..ok," Michelle says. "I just need to got to the bathroom".
Michelle starts walking toward her bathroom. You feel a tingling, and then find yourself in a warm fairly dark cavern. You quickly realise that you're in Michelle's hand. A few seconds later, she uncurls her fingers, bringing you into the light.
"You can come too," Michelle says with an evil grin. "Wouldn't want you to get lonely".
With that, Michelle hitches up her denim mini skirt and pulls her panties to one side.
"Trust me," she says. "You'll thank me for this...in about twenty years."
She then presses your face against her lips. A few seconds later, she pushes you deep inside her vagina.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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