Ursula

You’re in a bedroom, the Electric Light Orchestra playing in the background, and lying on the bed is a paving stone, with a young woman’s bespectacled face staring out at you.

“Hello, Ursula,” says Rose, “I’ve brought you some bite-size cock to chew on.”

Ursula wrinkles her nose as she squints. “I hate to be a Moaning Myrtle but where is it? Is it ingrowing?”

“You’ll need to look closer,” says Rose, as Ursula continues to berate your manhood. Rose pushes you down on the bed, with your dick pointing towards Ursula. Your cock slides the rocky road into her waiting mouth, and her complaining stops as she starts to suck you.

The chorus of “Turn To Stone” is playing, and you realize that it applies to both of you, as your cock goes rock solid inside Ursula’s mouth, her tongue and teeth moving over your member with practised skill.

You see Rose smiling down at you, as the song changes and Ursula’s skill with her mouth starts to bring you to a crescendo.

“It’s a living thing,” the singer tells you, “It’s a terrible thing to lose,” but you’re hardly listening as you lie on the bed, your eyes soaking in Rose and her luscious assets as you thrust against Ursula’s face. Your muscles tighten as your eyes roll back in your skull. You try and hold back, prolong it, as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Don’t hold back,” says Rose, her breasts heaving with excitement. “You know you can’t hold back any longer.”

And that’s when you know this is the point of no return, as the song turns to “Evil Woman” and you feel yourself about to explode, and then Ursula’s biting down hard and you’re screaming and Rose is laughing.

“Sex and monsters,” Rose says, as you pull yourself away from Ursula, see her mouth covered in your blood. You look down at your groin, the source of your excruciating pain, scared to see what you might see.