Terry Decides to Go to Rachel

Bernadette was having time of her life. After straddling Terry's behemoth of a cock for a bit he got up and started nailing into her as she kneeled in the arm chair.

As a bridesmaid passed through gathering people for a final speech Bernadettte was worried they'd have to stop. With great relief the bridesmaid simply kissed Bernadette passionately telling her to enjoy herself.

With each thrust of Terry's cock into her, Bernadette felt the fog lift from her mind. She was getting everything she wanted this night, and then some.

Having gone to bed early wishing her years of age hadn't impeded her being at the party she had soon awoken young and rejuvenated. Donning the now discarded corrupt outfit she didn't just affirm her returned youth, she embraced it.

Moaning in delight at her returned sexual activity, Bernadette couldn't recall a dick sawing into her so solidly, and completely.

It was all a gift, a blessing she was eager to embrace.

Relishing the sensation of her tits whipping back and forth she grinned, “Come on Terry, fuck me like Rachel was watching."

Bernadette was disappointed by that, she always thought Rachel and Terry were a fantastic couple. Sadly Rachel was less perverted than Bernadette's daughter. Licking her lips Bernadette thought about having Terry fuck Laurie next, the perverse idea of sharing her granddaughter’s boyfriend with her daughter having a wonderfully taboo appeal.

They could finish things up with a familial foursome, Bernadette then thought. Her old self might have rejected this, but the now passing haze in her memory had skewed her perceptions in the Idol's favour.

As Terry groaned holding his cock pressed deep inside Bernadette shuddered in another climax. “I'm over due for some cum.” She lewdly gasped, hearing Terry groan as he failed to get the relief of unloading in Bernadette's rejuvenated pussy.

Hearing the screaming start excited Bernadette.

You have a promise to fulfill.

The voice gave her goosebumps, her dreams coming back to mind clearly. She wished eternal youth, and pleasure, she had to give what she received.

Groaning with disappointment she felt the cock withdrawn from.

“Something's wrong.” Terry remarked scrambling for his discarded clothes as he wondered what he was doing. Where was Rachel? What had he done?

As people rushed past in fear, all Terry could think about was making sure Rachel was safe.

Scrambling for his clothes Terry couldn't make sense of the panic, many of the people veering fearfully clear of him whenever he called out.

Ripping his clothes from his hands Bernadette casts them off into the hallway, causing a panic and redirection of course for some panicked souls.

“STOP! SOMETHINGS HAPPENING!” Terry shouted with exasperation at Bernadette, only to be laughed at in response.

“Can it be you cumming in me?” Bernadette replied playfully, posing seductively as Terry turned his back and tried to scramble to his clothes.

Grabbing Terry by the wrist Bernadette pulled him around to face her. “She left us. She left YOU. I'm sure she's just held up somewhere, waiting for us to finish.” Bernadette stated, her sentence starting stern before turning sultry and alluring.

Terry shook his head, unsure of what to do. Screams of pleasure conflicted with those of terror in the hotel halls. Moaning slightly as Bernadette gently stroked his cock she leaned in towards him.

“Has that prude ever even let you fuck her bareback like me? You don't even have to pull out, I love being cum in, or on if that's your preference.” Bernadette bargained stroking Terry's unyielding cock.

Terry paused, biting his lip. Shaking his head slowly he thought about pushing this strange sexy woman to her knees and giving her head a firm thrashing, tackling her to the floor and just reaming into her. Just as he set his hands on her shoulders a shrill scream of distress beckoned to his conscience over the distant moans and screams of delight.

Not bothering to say anything he bolted for a door to the back halls, his clothes forgotten with a perturbed Bernadette.

But she wasn't about to take a no.

With speed and strength she never expected she swept Terry's legs out from under him, crashing him to the floor aggressively.

Terry groaned, rolling over he tried to sit up, stunned and questioning what had happened, how, and did she really just do that?

With a cry of pain Terry threw his head back.

Bernadette was done being nice. Terry's right arm cracked as she kicked it out from propping him up, shortly followed by his left. The limbs lay limp at odd angles from the now flat on his back howling in agony man. Bernadette shivered at the dark perverse pleasure it had given her, as she kneeled down on his shoulders, grabbing Terry by his scalp.

“I'm sorry.” The sadistic woman patronizingly apologized, “Let's kiss and make up.” Bernadette added, holding Terry's head still as she parked her wet pussy atop his face.

Terry tried to struggle free, tried to cry out in pain, but his mouth watered, his lips tingled excitingly. As his tongue lapped some of the sex juices from his lips the pain seemed to grow distant.

As he questioned if it was happening he found his tongue starting to lovingly lick across the juicy slit, the pain, the worry, even thoughts about what he was going to do. Faded.

His eyes stopped squinting up at his attacker in pain, slowly growing wider, and wilder as desire took hold.

Terry leered up at Bernadette, sucking and lapping as best he could of the pussy parked atop his face. His cock, still rigid and aching for desire felt alive with sensation as Bernadette spit in a hand and aggressively grabbed and squeezed it.

“This is mine. You are mine.” Bernadette ordered commandingly between moans of pleasure from her new pet.

“Yes, that's a good boy.” Bernadette gasped grinding down on Terry's face. “Now agree to give me everything I want, and you'll be all better and we'll go find my bitch of a granddaughter for you to give a real fucking too.”

Terry's mind was hazy, he couldn't believe his arms would just be all better, but there was something about finding her granddaughter that felt like it was what he wanted most. Pinching Bernadette's clit between his lips he hummed his answer