Your bitchy neighbor's daughters. Both of them.

You jolt awake to the wet, choked sounds of a new visitor struggling around your cock, her lips stretched tight as she fights to take you deeper. The darkness does nothing to hide the desperation in her movements—her throat flutters violently around your shaft, spit running in slick trails down your length as she gags.

You look down and are pleasantly surprised to find your bitchy neighbor's two daughters in your bed. You're in for a treat.

You've had this happen before. When you get a two for one, the spell modifies itself, so you can switch between them to your heart's content. And there being two semi-willing mouths to use offers so much more potential for variety. The fact that it's two girls you already know is just a cherry on top of the proverbial ice cream. Speaking of cherries, you're pretty sure they're both virgins.

The older one takes right after her mother, haughty, religious, and every bit as snooty and self righteous as her mother. The younger one is a shy little thing, just barely 18 years old and has the eyes of an angel. Which are currently snapped wide in shock as she stares at her sister's messy work. The wish did good today.

You tighten your grip in Ava’s hair, dragging her down until her nose presses flush against your skin. A ragged, muffled sound escapes her as her body jerks in protest, but she doesn’t pull away. “Oh man, I'm glad to see you.” Your voice is rough with sleep, amusement threading through it.

A muffled, furious noise rattled in her chest as I fucked deeper, her throat convulsing around me. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, mixing with spit that pooled on the floor beneath her.

I pulled out just enough to let her gasp. “Oh, I've been waiting for this. Every bitchy comment, every fucking smirk—now you get to **** on it.”

She tried to speak, but I shoved back in, cutting her off. Her nails dug into her own thighs, lips stretched obscenely around me. The vibration of her frustrated groans only made me harder.

“Think you’re too good for this?” I taunted, tilting her head back to watch her struggle. “All the times you've called me a sick pervert, bet you never thought you'd be the one suckling my cock like a good little girl, did you, sweetheart?”

Her glare burned, but her mouth stayed open. *Wet. Willing.* Mine. I picked up the pace, relentless, savoring every choked-down protest like it was praise.

A broken moan vibrates against your cock—half resistance, half surrender. Drool spills between her lips, coating your balls before splattering onto the sheets. Lena whimpers in the corner, fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave crescents in her skin.

You roll your hips, forcing Ava to take another inch. “Relax, Lena.” Your gaze flicks to her, watching her shiver. “You’ll get your turn, sweetie.”

The bedframe creaks as she jerks back, breath hitching. Ava’s tears streak black down her cheeks, her body quaking as she fights to keep breathing between each slick, messy stroke.

Ava’s throat convulses as you pull her back just enough to let her gasp—then slam her down again, her lips sealing tight around your cock in a wet, **** rhythm. Her mascara runs in black streaks as she gags, but the spell holds her there, trembling but obedient.

Lena whimpers from the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please... she can't—she can't breathe—"

You don't ease up. Instead, you drag Ava off with a slick pop and turn to Lena, your grip already tightening in her hair. "Your turn."

The magic yanks her forward before she can protest. Her small hands scramble against your thighs as you guide her face toward your cock, her breath hitching at the sight of it—thick, glistening with her sister's spit, twitching against her lips.

"Open."

Her mouth parts in a shaky exhale, and you don’t give her time to think. You thrust in hard, groaning at the tight, unpracticed heat of her. She gags immediately, her body jerking, tears spilling as she tries—and fails—to pull away. You hold her there, letting her throat flutter wildly around the first few inches.

Ava sobs from behind you. "Stop, you're hurting her—"

"Watch," you growl, not slowing down. You drag Lena’s face into your lap, her nose buried in your skin, her lips stretched obscenely wide. Every choked sound she makes vibrates through you, her innocence shattered with each messy, relentless thrust. Spit drips down your shaft, her lashes fluttering as she fights for air.

You pull her off just long enough to let her gasp—only to shove her back down, deeper this time. Her fingers claw at your legs, her muffled cries muffled against your skin.

Ava's voice cracks. "Please, I'll—I'll do anything. Just don't ruin her—"

You yank Lena up by her hair, her lips swollen, her face slick with tears and spit. "Too late," you murmur, thumbing away a tear before forcing her down again. "She’s already mine."

Lena’s throat works desperately around you, her body trembling as the bed creaks beneath her.

You pull Lena off your cock with a sound like a cork exiting a particularly **** bottle of wine. She sways, gasping, lips swollen and glistening. Ava watches, her mascara now doing an excellent impression of abstract art.

"Is she a virgin?" you ask, as casually as if you’d asked about the weather—if the weather involved ruining someone’s life.

Ava’s voice cracks. "Y-yes."

You sigh, like a scientist disappointed by an experiment’s predictable outcome. "Don’t fret. Technically, she’s still a virgin. This is just a very enthusiastic dental exam."

Lena whimpers as you guide her back down, her mouth stretching around you. Her throat convulses; tears plop onto your thighs like sad little raindrops.

Ava strains against the magic. "You’re going to *break* her—"

"Nonsense," you say, pistoning Lena’s face with the rhythmic efficiency of a malfunctioning piston. "I’m just… accelerating her education."

Lena’s gagging noises take on a percussive quality, a symphony of distress conducted by your hips. By the time you finally release her, she slumps forward, looking like she’s just been on the losing end of a bet with gravity.

Lena’s face stays locked between your thighs, her muffled gags vibrating around your cock in slow, syrupy pulses. The heat of her panic radiates through your skin. Saliva drips from her stretched lips in thick strands, pooling on your balls before sliding down the inside of her own chin. You watch Ava’s fingers dig into her own thighs hard enough to leave crescent moons in the flesh as you rock deeper, slow and deliberate, until Lena’s nostrils flare against your pelvis with every stifled breath.

"See this?" You grind upward, letting Ava hear the wet *schluck* as Lena’s throat struggles to accommodate you. "This is what a good girl sounds like." You drag Lena up just enough for a single whistling gasp—her lips spit-slick and trembling—before plunging her back down. Her teeth scrape the underside of your shaft, the sharpness making you hiss, but she doesn’t resist. Just takes it. "Meanwhile, you—" You seize Ava’s jaw, your thumb pressing into the hinge until her whimper harmonizes with her sister’s choked sobs. "—still think you're better than me, don't you?"

Ava’s breath hitches as Lena’s body convulses beneath you, her throat fluttering in frantic waves. Tears splatter your thighs, warm and salty. The sound of her gagging is obscenely loud—half-drowned gurgles, the squelch of her tongue fighting for space, the wet *pop* every time you yank her up for air before stuffing her full again.

"It didn't have to be like this." you muse, dragging your free hand through Lena’s hair just to twist tight and **** her nose deeper into your pubic bone. Her strangled scream vibrates through your cock. "But no. You had to be a brat." You punctuate each word with a thrust, fucking her throat in jackhammer jolts until her lips turn dusky. "Look at her. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t *beg*." Lena’s fingers scrabble at your calves, her nails leaving red trails as her vision blurs. "Just swallows it like a good little girl."

Ava chokes on her own spit. "P-please—she’s *turning blue*—"

You laugh, rolling your hips in a slow circle to feel Lena’s esophagus spasm. "She’ll live. Might even thank me later." Then you slam home hard enough to make her body jerk, her ass lifting off the floor in a **** arch.

"Bet you never thought *this* would be the way you shut up for once," I said, while bottoming out in her little sister's throat. "Guess all that attitude comes with a price tag after all."