Ro3: She's a One-Track Lover

Women were cursed. Of that Charisma was certain as she squirmed on the bed, her cleft drooling around Aurora's red hot skewer, clenching down as though it were afraid to let go. When it came to men, or people like Shannon, the brain and the body seemed to act as one. If a guy's cock was hard it was a cinch to say he was pretty turned on, but with women... Even though Charisma's body was responding like she was a maiden on her wedding night she was absolutely mortified. 

She was naked, exposed, bound, and at the mercy of Shannon and her bloody cock, which was currently tracing moist circles of precum along the side of her udder, it was as though Charisma's worst nightmare had come to life, yet it was clearly no dream. No. The way her pussy was twitching around the intruding member was far too real to simply be a night time illusion her mind had created. She was really being fucked in front of a small audience of onlookers.

It just wasn't right. She was Charisma Fucking Chase. She was supposed to be on top. She was the reining queen of the social kingdom. She wasn't supposed to be the one at the beck and call of another person's sick and twisted desires. Perhaps she could have dealt with the fact that her secret dalliances with Aurora were out in the open if she was at least the one putting on the show rather than the understudy on the receiving end of Shannon's whip. But no. Their secret was out, and it would spread like a while fire. Her life as she knew it was over. She would either have to switch schools and establish a new reign or kill herself. Considering what she had gone through to put herself at the top of the social hierarchy in this town--despite the social handicap currently spilling its milk onto the sheets with each powerful plunge from Aurora above her--both options seemed equally appealing.

With all that was going in her head her cunny should have been as dry as a nun's twat, but instead her body was caught up in the throes of an ecstasy from which her mind wasn't privy. If she were a man she would have been flaccid, incapable of violation. But she was woman. She was cursed.

“Are you ready to admit that you're my bitch, big girl?” Her tormentor asked again as she finally stepped away from her udder to approach her tauric girlfriend's back end.

“Never, you... You fucking shemale freak... Just wait until word about your disgusting cock gets out, your life will be over,” Charisma hissed through clenched teeth. Though her anger was real her words were empty. She wouldn't admit defeat. She wouldn't give Shannon the satisfaction. She may have lost everything else to the self important bitch, but at least she could hold tight to the knowledge that she had never given in. A small comfort given the situation.

Shannon just laughed cruelly in response. “Yeah, sure. My life will be over. When you're the one getting spraying milk all over the room while a fucking bull takes you from behind! I just know you'll be jumping to tell this story!”

Aurora looked down over her, her black tits bouncing hypnotically above. “Baby, please! Oh god, please! Just do it! I need this! Just one little sentence, that's all she wants,” Aurora pleaded with quivering desperation. 

Charisma pictured the sight from the audience's point of view. From the waist down Aurora was a hermaphroditic bull, plain and simple. Her slick ebony skin rose up above her, certainly, but she was in essence being fucked by an animal. Her hairy haunches grazed Charisma's own smooth ass and thighs, her bright pink organ that of a bull. She may as well have been tied to a fence post on a ranch for all the difference she felt between her legs. Aurora may have been a sentient creature, but all Charisma's slit knew was that a warm bull's cock was jack-hammering her insides with an insistence she had never felt before in their secret rendezvouses. She shuddered, both in revulsion at the thought and in the ecstasy of the moment.

“I know what you want Aurora,” Sharon whispered from behind the girl's massive rump. “Do you feel it there? Building up? You've got quite a load there, just waiting to escape into that slut's slit. But you're mine, and as one of my bitches you don't get to cum until I give my word. Make her my bitch, Aurora. It's the only way.”

With that Sharon swept Aurora's tail aside and glided into her. Her channel was loose compared to most of the slits she'd used that day, in fact it was more or less what she imagined fucking a cow would feel like, but Sharon wasn't picky. As long as there was a womb waiting to take her seed at the end of the tunnel she was satisfied. There had been something odd about Charisma and Aurora's lovemaking, beyond the obvious, and until now Sharon hadn't quite been able to put her finger on it. Then she thrust forward to the hilt and heard the satisfying smack of her balls swinging forward to collide with Aurora's body. That was it. The moans and grunts were all there, but they were lacking the balls for a proper rutting. Sharon was only too happy to provide.

She barely had to do any of the work, Aurora was thrusting with urgency as she tried to break Charisma for her, seeking that elusive release. Sweat glistened on her smooth black skin as it rolled off in beads, Sharon wished that she had the reach to palm her moist tits, but she was **** to stand behind Aurora, simply allowing the rampant jerking of the bull-girl's hips to ease the slick passage around her massive horse cock. It was the easiest fuck she'd ever had. Well, second easiest after Taylor.

No matter how much Charisma claimed she wasn't enjoying the situation, her body was telling a different story. She was obviously doing her best to keep down her squeals, but Sharon had fucked enough mares today to know when one was getting close to release. She let Aurora give three more thrusts and then clenched her balls, causing Aurora to go limp even as her continued to hammer her appendage home. Soon after her flaccid length flopped out of Charisma's cunny.

“Hah! Can't even stay hard Aurora? Well Sharon, looks like you can't even stay on top when you bring help in,” Charisma muttered, somehow maintaining her usual holier than thou attitude despite her compromised position. “You should know better than to go toe to toe with the queen.”

“No, no, no. You misunderstand, Charisma. I'm simply prolonging the moment.”

Sharon pulled out from Aurora's loose folds and knelt below the tauric girl's haunches. With minor exertion of her will she made Aurora hard again and grasped her warm throbbing member. It was wet to the touch, Charisma's viscous fluids had left no portion of her length unmoistened. With a lopsided smile Sharon gave the head a kiss, and then guided her dick back inside of Charisma. She glided in liquid smooth. Aurora restarted her methodical banging of the cheerleader without any encouragement. Hers were the instinctive thrusts of an animal, rather than the timid ministrations of a sentient lover. She was more beast than bitch.

Sharon stepped aside to give her audience a better view, but kept a close eye on Charisma's quivering mound. When it seemed she was on the edge again Sharon stole away Aurora's virility once more, only to reinstate it a moment later. It was a **** the two bovine women would share together, constantly being pushed to the brink of release only to have it snatched away at the last moment. Charisma was doing her best not to give away what exquisite agony she was in, but Aurora was a mirror into the self proclaimed queen's psyche.

“Omygooooood, please Sharon! I fucking need to.... Oh god... Please let me cum, I need to cum, I need to cum before I go crazy... AHH! Sharon, please!”

“That's entirely up to Charisma, isn't it?” Sharon teased. She stood again and reassumed her position, embedded within Aurora's loose tunnel. She see her victory on the horizon, heralded by the rapturous moans of an ebony goddess. “Just say it Charisma. Admit that you're my bitch. Admit it and this all ends, ends with what I can assure you will be the most intense orgasm of your life.”

Charisma mumbled something into the pillow.

“What was that Charisma?” The twin asked theatrically, cupping a hand to her ear. “Come again?”

“I'm... I'm your bitch.” The cheerleader's words were barely audible, but nonetheless Sharon's lips curled upwards in a cruel smile. She had won. Now it was time to hammer her victory home.

“Now moo for me.”

“What!? No, that wasn't the deal!” Charisma exclaimed.

“I am altering the deal,” Sharon explained slowly, as though she were talking to a slow woman. “Pray I do not alter it any further.”

“M... M... Mmm...” The utterance was rising up slowly, every remaining ounce of self control Charisma Chase possessed piling up to push down the unrelenting need to cum. It was a hopeless endeavor. “Moo. MoooOOOOOOOO!!!” Her mumble turned into a cry as Sharon let go of the hold she had on Aurora's orgasm while simultaneously releasing her own load into Aurora's bovine womb. Charisma repeated the shout over and over with wild abandon. She'd really broken the girl, but that was hardly her concern at the moment. She had perhaps gone a touch overboard with her own orgasm, her knees buckled and she collapsed over Aurora's furry backside, incidentally burying her balls deep into the animalistic channel her equine endowments had invaded. She let out a tide of spunk inside the girl, but not a drop escaped from her lower lips. She had the inner workings of a cow, after all, she was made to handle a true stallion's load. No, bull.

*written by FK