Caleb Gives Direction

“I want you to face him.” Caleb’s words relieved and excited Kaylee, as she gladly turned around and happily moaned as she slowly pressed her way down onto his cock, eyes closed tightly as she wallowed in the experience.

Slowly and awkwardly Kaylee began to rise up and drop down on the firm shaft, her mind racing with excited thoughts about how naturally she was coming into the sexual position, easily finding strength in her legs to lift and lower, freeing her hands to roam her body.

Louise held Devon still, her trunk ripping his pants open as he was distracted by the wife he thought he knew, but barely recognized as she moaned emphatically bouncing atop the horseman's cock, massaging her breasts together as she looked hungrily at her audience.

Devon’s distressed shouts and cries to Kaylee barely reached his wife. Her own mind too obsessed with the strongest pleasure she had every known. Her breasts hungered to be toyed with, her pussy felt stretched to its limits, the rhythm of each bounce atop her steed surging through her in staggered gasps and sounds as Kaylee confronted the greatest problem with it all.

She still yearned for more.

As the realization became ever more accepted and desired the haze began to lift from Kaylee’s memory.

That was her husband. Loyal and true to a fault. Haphazardly trying to deprive Kaylee of the delights she now endured.

“Oh baby…” She moaned, feeling Alana’s hands contour across her skin from behind. “I…I…I… kk…kk… ud…. So…. Use…. Yo…ur…. Cock…. Ab…out….now..” Kaylee pleaded, soon locking lips with Alana.

Alana relished the feel of Caleb’s tongue as it contoured around the tusks still double penetrating her. Alana had struggled with ever growing desire, the corruption throbbing through her veins enabling her eventual break free.

She had removed the tusk from her mouth to kiss the horseman now eating her out passionately before joining Kaylee atop her steed. The tusk however rocked gently on the floor, close to manifesting into an infernal creation eager to take hold of a corrupted host.

Devon struggled against Louise as she slowly began walking them both forward to his wife.

But she wasn’t his wife. Kaylee would never do this.

Little did he know of her long forgotten and deeply repressed fantasy about being in a threesome with two men. This manifestation was a step further, but Kaylee’s mind raced with the excited idea of not just fulfilling the experience, but surpassing it.

As Devon was **** closer Louise’s trunk wrapped and stroked his cock. “Your body wants this.” Louise remarked with a clap of her elephantine ear, releasing Devon’s cock as he shouted protests only to watch as his wife eagerly cupped the phallus tipped trunk in her newly enhanced breasts before swallowing a length of it voraciously.

“Mmm… She’s good.” Louise boasted, ignoring Devon’s shouts much like Caleb, Alana and Devon’s own wife. “Too good not to share.”

Devon struggled more aggressively, unaware that Louise was using hardly any effort thanks to her bestowed demonic nature.

Devon couldn’t believe his wife’s actions. Never had Kaylee even suggested being so… liberal in bed. As much as he struggled he fought the arousing thoughts of being held still as his wife gave his cock the same treatment as the phallic trunk.

He tried to shake thoughts of watching Kaylee bring multiple, men, beasts, objects to climax and their spunk spraying on her or in her, all the while being kept just on the verge of cumming himself.

Pulling her trunk from Kaylee’s mouth Louise loved the wild, predatory gaze Kaylee gave her as she breathed heavily. Flexing her trunk muscles she soon pressed it back to the corrupting woman’s face, the end sitting over Kaylee’s mouth almost as if an oxygen mask.

Louise gasped and moaned into Devon, happy to see that the man's wife was so far gone as to not even question how the cock tipped trunk had morphed into having a pocket pussy like end.

Kaylee didn’t question it, it excited her having the now pussy ended trunk press to her face. She nuzzled into it, reaching her tongue as deep into it as she could.

“Let’ see how far she’s coming along.” Louise whispered to Devon slowly pulling her trunk upwards and away.

Slowly Kaylee’s tongue spanned the growing space between her face and the trunk. 2, 4, 6, somewhere close to a foot the inhumanly long tongue fell free of the orifice it had eagerly grown into.

Devon dropped his jaw, shocked and dismayed. Now he realized just how much she had been changed. Her perfect large breasts, hourglass figure, her face had lost its imperfections, her eyebrows narrowing stylistically, her lips had even plumped perfectly.

As she effortlessly retracted her tongue she gasped and stalled atop Caleb, moaning in relief as she felt him cum deep inside her.

As he looked at her he realized how her hair line had been changing, her skin tone paling over all with some large spots darkening reddish brown.

As Kaylee chuffed happily she looked to Devon, she wanted him to join her. To embrace the pleasure.

“Devon, come here.” Kaylee’s voice broke through all Devon’s assorted thoughts that this was no longer his wife. Her tone, and care resounding with a thousand memories of being invited to hug, to cuddle, to even just vent. A heavy sultry undertone alluding to more.

How could she do this to him? Devon wondered, tears gushing at his eyes as the turmoil and struggle tonight snowballed with her craven betrayal and broke what little resilience he had left.

Devon sobbed, unable to bring words to his mouth as he remained restrained looking down on the woman replacing his wife.

He tugged forward grunting in a slightly angry second, ultimately falling to his knees with his head on Kaylee’s shoulder as Louise let him go.

Devon sobbed there, crying on his wife’s shoulder as she warmly embraced him. He felt his tension and cold negative feelings melting against his wife’s warmth. He didn’t even think about the cock still lodged in her, or the horseman beneath her.

His arms slowly reach around her, finding even greater tension release as they wrapped around Kaylee’s smooth back. Slowly sliding across the smooth skin, as Kaylee began to kiss and nibble on the base of his neck.

A hand slipping down from his back, reaching for…

Devon stiffened as he felt Kaylee’s hand take hold of his oddly rigid cock, slowly it began stroking him, carefully aware of the slight alarm that had risen with the initial contact.

“Shh…. Let me make you feel good too…” Kaylee compassionately whispered in Devon’s ear.