Pleasured and teased to frustration, Marcus loses himself

Coraline's hips eased her hips forward, slowly edging the thick piece of slick ivory deeper into the shuddering girlish body beneath her. The young prince moaned in hoarse pleasure as inch after inch of hard fake cock slid inside his clenching butt, stuffing that tight hole so very full. What pain he'd felt on that first moment had long since faded from his mind, no room for it left in the waves of white-hot pleasure searing up from his lower body. As the toy delved deep inside him, it pressed against a place inside his butt that made his toes curl and his trembling hands clutch tightly at the sheets underneath his body. She'd yet to even touch his dick once, carefully ignoring that part of him. All the same, his stiff little erection felt hotter and harder than it ever had in his life before, dribbling a constant stream of watery pre-cum onto the front of his shift.

Marcus whimpered in disappointment as Coraline drew back, just as torturously slow. Each inch the thick ivory retreated left what felt like aching emptiness inside his poor clenching butt, begging to be filled and satisfied. The young prince bit his lip, staring up into his former maid's face with pleading, wet eyes. She showed him no mercy though, continuing to edge slowly back until at last just the head of the fake cock rested inside him. He could feel his butt clenching tight around that slick ivory, squeezing like it wanted to pull the amazing toy back where it belonged and never let it go.

When Coraline thrust again, he felt his body go limp with the pleasure of that agonisingly slow slide inside his twitching insides. His dick throbbed and twitched, and he felt like he was teetering on the verge of the most amazing climax he'd ever felt, one that he was sure would be utter bliss. Only when she'd finally slid every stiff, sweet inch inside him and left him flushed hot with need, that sweet release he craved remaining just out of reach no matter how hard he tried to squeeze his aching butt around the ivory and milk more pleasure from it. His hands dug into the blankets, squeezing tight with a dizzying mixture of pleasure like he'd never felt before and the teasing frustration it seemed to come with. His dick throbbed temptingly between his trembling legs, but he fought back the urge to reach for it, knowing that would upset Coraline. Did he need to anyway, when this toy in his butt already felt way better than his clumsy fingers on that little pink shaft ever had? If only she'd do him a bit harder, really push her cock inside him so it found that magic spot that felt so good! Instead, she paused again, leaving him stuffed full but whimpering and shivering with sweet denial, his legs twitching feebly where she held them bent up in the air.

"That's it, Marcia darling." She cooed, smirking down at his flushed, **** face. "You're doing so well, taking my cock just like the girl we both know you are. Does it feel good?" Hardly trusting his voice through the tantalizing waves of pleasure searing from his lower half, the young prince nodded hurriedly. "I can see it does." She continued sweetly, leaning down over him with her two huge boobs dangling temptingly in front of his face, still frustratingly covered by her silky black bra. Were he not as limp and helpless as a kitten right now, Marcus would have leaned up to bury his face between those two soft mounds and kiss and lick them all over. Only he couldn't even manage that much...all he could do was lie here and let her have her wicked way with him. "You want to cum." The older woman continued, the words ringing in his ears with aching possibility. "It's all you can think about, you naughty girl. Isn't it?"

"Yes Momma..." The young prince managed to **** the words free out of sheer desperation, before his voice died in a strangled moan when she once again slid that thick shaft out of his greedy hole, leaving him whimpering with the frantic need to be filled.

"Well then, you're going to have to cum like a good girl." Coraline purred, her dark eyes alight with desire as she held him so deftly on that torturous edge. "That means you have to ignore that little clitty between your legs, no matter how naughty and hard it gets. Instead you're going to cum the right way, from getting your tight little hole filled with my cock. Focus on that, focus on how good it feels to get fucked. That's all you need to think about..." She thrust again as she spoke, his whimpers of frustration dying in a delighted moan. The young prince struggled to do as she said, thrusting the needy ache in his drooling dick to one side and focusing on the far more thrilling sensations streaming from his needy butt as that sweet, slick ivory slid back inside him. She was right, he didn't need to touch that little pink thing to feel really good. Only...it wasn't enough, the frustration just built and built along with the pleasure. And Coraline just kept this slow, even pace, never quite enough to satisfy or send him tumbling over to the release he craved so much.

"Please..." Marcus whimpered as she drew her cock back one more time, leaving his poor aching butt clenching frustratingly around nothing. He bit his lip, fingers digging into the sheets, caught on the torturous edge between release and endless frustration. He was so close...but if she kept doing this he knew he'd never make it. Just the thought of her leaving him like this, aching with need he'd never satisfy, brought tears to his eyes.

"Oh...you are just ****, so adorable." Coraline murmured, her full lips curling into a delighted smirk as she drank in his frustration. "But you can't quite make it and I'm afraid the way things are going you never will, even if I keep fucking you like this all night." She slid her sweet cock free of his hole, making him whimper with thwarted desire. He felt his greedy hole squeeze tightly shut, aching for the delicious stretching of the slick ivory it had come to need so badly. "The problem is here, my sweet, naughty child." The older woman purred, reaching up a hand to stroke his sweat-sheened forehead. "You're still thinking like a boy, when that isn't what you are at all. Haven't I taught you better? You're a girl, my sweet, inside and out, no matter what's between those lovely white thighs of yours."

"Momma...I..." Marcus whimpered with a shiver. She was right, he was still thinking like a boy despite all her lessons and spankings. But hadn't that all been just to deceive Castus? He wasn't...actually a girl...right? The answer which should have been so obvious instead wavered in his mind. Lying on his back wearing a pretty pink shift, with a thick ivory cock waiting to slide back into his waiting hole, he hardly looked or felt very much like a boy right now. Wouldn't...a man be the one wanting to use his dick instead of ignoring it like this?

"Don't you remember how good it felt when I dressed you up all pretty?" Coraline continued, her sultry words like sweet seduction to the uncertain boy. It had felt good...to wear those beautiful girly clothes and put on makeup and look so pretty. He'd enjoyed how people had stared at him, no matter how embarrassing it had been. "Or how much you like that handsome soldier, the way he makes you blush?" Marcus nodded uncertainly, remembering the sweet fluttering in his belly at the innocent kiss he'd shared with Castus, an older man. That wasn't something a boy should enjoy, was it? "Isn't it time you stop pretending, Marcia and embrace who you really are at last? You're not a prince anymore...you don't have to be silly and pretend like you're strong or brave anymore. You can be my sweet little girl, hiding here with me, that's all you'll ever need to be." She lowered herself down as she spoke, until the slick ivory head of her cock slid back between his cheeks and pressed against his aching butt. The uncertain boy moaned and wriggled eagerly underneath her, but instead of sliding her hips forward that last inch and slipping the toy back inside him where it belonged, she held back, staring at him expectantly. "Tell me what you are, really believe it this time, my sweet." Coraline purred. "And then, I'll show you just how true it is."

"I'm Marcia." A voice murmured, sweet and high and trembling. A girl's voice, aching with innocent desires she hardly understood. "I'm a girl." It took Marcia a moment to realize it was her who had spoken, that realization setting her head into a dizzying spin. She sounded like a girl, and her Momma was right, she was acting like one too! Why had she thought she was a boy at all! Being a girl was so much better, wearing pretty clothes and going on dates with handsome Castus and now...getting filled with this thick, amazing cock she just wanted so badly. Momma was right, like always...she had to trust Momma and be a good girl. Maybe then Momma would make her feel good again.

"Ah...that's it." Coraline moaned hoarsely, her body trembling over Marcia's. "I've waited for this moment so very long. Marcia...my sweet, pretty, darling girl, you're mine at last." As the older woman gasped out those words, her dark eyes alight, she slid her hips forward. Shivering underneath her Momma, Marcia whimpered in sweet relief as she felt slick ivory press once more against her waiting butt. She relaxed as much as she could, wanting that lovely cock inside her as quickly as possible so it could make her feel good again. There was a moment of painful pressure, then sweet release as the cock slipped back where it belonged into his aching hole. This time Momma didn't hold back, driving that cock forward into his welcoming insides, stuffing him so sweetly full he couldn't help but squeal in shrill delight. Getting taken like this just felt so good, and when Momma did it again and again a stream of squeaks and moans escaped the girl's trembling lips, filling the room with the sweet sounds of her pleasure. The desire inside her rose and rose towards a dizzying peak. Instead of the boring focus on what was between her legs that had been all she'd felt back when she thought she was a boy, this filled her entire body fit to bursting, and as she teetered once again on the white-hot edge of release she felt like she was floating. "Now cum for me, sweetheart." The older woman ordered sweetly, but her voice demanded obedience all the same. "Cum like the girl you are." As she spoke those sweet words, she thrust one last time, burying her cock to the hilt inside the younger girls' wriggling body.

Marcia screamed, thrashing underneath her Momma as that climax she'd waited so long for swept her up at last in it's white-hot grip. Waves of pleasure seared up her body from her clenching hole, the feeling of fullness from Momma's wonderful thick cock so achingly satisfying she never wanted to be empty again. She was spraying pearly cum onto her shift from that silly thing between her legs that didn't matter anymore, staining the silk with more than she'd ever managed to spurt when she thought she was a boy. Any lingering uncertainty over that thought was swept aside as she shrieked and squealed in sheer delight at the longest, most satisfying thing that had ever happened to her in her life, the climax just going on and on until she hardly knew where she was anymore.

Then, with one last trembling gasp, the girl slumped back into the bed, her mind lost in the sheer aching delight of amazing orgasm, every thought wiped clean. As Momma's face swum above her and shadows danced at the edges of her vision, she smiled feebly, her exhausted body already slipping away into satisfied slumber, utterly overwhelmed by what had happened to her. No need to fight it, the girl thought sleepily, just like she needn't fight what Momma had been trying to teach her. She was Marcia now and she was...happy with that. That thought filled her empty head, as she fell asleep with Momma's cock still inside her and her belly covered in sticky cum.