He Submits

Bernadette rocked atop Terry’s face relishing his growing pace and vigor at licking her out. Rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder she felt up and down her body, cupping her swelling breasts, smacking her plumping ass, and barely sparing a second thought to what the price could be.

It all felt better than slowly degrading away from vigorously relishing life.

Gasping aloud and then looking down at her further corrupting charge Bernadette couldn’t help but smile as she felt his hands clenching her ass.

“See, all better. You’ll like this.” Bernadette soothed stroking a hand through Terry’s hair.

Terry’s mind hadn’t recovered from the sudden, painful and shocking attack. His only thoughts were to cooperate, it made thing hurt less… it felt better… he wrestled around the thoughts he couldn’t resist. Submitting to Bernadette arousing him more and more while allaying any argument in his thoughts.

His soul wanted to help him cry, to curl up in a ball and resist.

But the corruption coursing through him advanced his yielding thought, encouraged his growing passive nature.

Advancing the idea of enjoying submission.

Feeling Bernadette spasm and stiffen atop of him he paused, immediate concern welling up in him that she didn’t tell him to stop…

Panting heavily Bernadette basked in the after glow of the most recent climax to edge her closer to her soul wrenching orgasm into the Idol’s legion. Something that only grew in appeal to her as she watched the chaotic escapes attempts give way to enthused sex acts, and partners to be.

She could see the writhering mass around Katy and only questioned just how good it would feel.

It made her think about the last time she’d been fucked. Well before she straddled Terry earlier.

She couldn’t remember exactly how long ago it was, only that even an hour now seemed like too long to go.

Looking down into the wide doe like eyes between her legs she brushed a hand delicately across his forehead and smiled. “Now don’t try to leave again, until you cum deep within me.”

Terry nodded eagerly, instinctive fear adding to his growing arousal at submission as Bernadette slowly stood up looking him over.

Terry hadn’t been much to look at before, but now he sported a chiseled body, his hair looked glossier, his skin clearer and healthy.

Meanwhile Terry had his fearful submission reinforced as he became woefully aware of the pinkening skin and bluing hair of the woman smiling at him manically while slowly stroking his defiantly rigid member.

“That’s a good boy.” Bernadette patronized, “Fuck Rachel’s grandma good enough and maybe we’ll go find her mommy next.” Bernadette moaned at the idea as she shuffled down Terry’s body. “Think of the taboo, fucking her mommy and granny as she watches, envious of all this.”

Terry’s panic, fear, and anxiety suddenly felt absent.

Watching Bernadette get up he couldn’t help but admire her flawless body, the sway of her hips, her firm almost gravity defying ass, and perfectly shaped pink breasts.

He could have her. He could do things with her that her own granddaughter considered herself too good for. Then there was Laurie.

Laurie had always made him almost uncomfortable with her cavalier, open sharing of her exploits. Exploits that made him grin now, knowing full well she was out there, eager to give her daughter’s latest boyfriend a trial run.

Terry didn’t understand it, or he couldn’t as the ideas sunk deep into his brain. He thought of sliding his cock between Bernadette and Laurie’s pussies, asses, and Rachel’s perversely eager mouth. Shaking his head he could swear he could almost sense Rachel, goading him on.

He wanted to give her what she wanted right?

A surge of thoughts and emotions tried to swell up in defiance. RUN! Echoed through his mind as terror attempted to displace the strange calm that had appeared from no where.

The fearful thoughts tore at his arousal trying to tear it down and save their soul. What about Rachel?

The question caused his body to shudder as his soul’s attempt at defense was inverted, the pain suddenly pulsing through his body as if his arms had never healed for just a moment.

Looking down before him Bernadette was on all fours fingering her pussy eagerly awaiting Terry. Her baby pink skin and baby blue hair simply the latest changes towards what the Idol was increasingly causing her to yearn to be.

Looking around Terry debated if there was really any other choice, hardly a person, or thing not engaged in some sort of rut.