That's stretching things

Ethan didn’t have time to process. One second, she was pinning him to the bed with those impossible stretching arms, teasing him until he nearly exploded. The next, Helen peeled herself out of that iconic red and black suit like it was nothing.

Her body was something else entirely. Heavy tits that fell naturally, capped with pink nipples already hard. Hips that flared wide into thighs thick enough to crush his skull. Her stomach was soft in that lived in, middle-aged way that made her feel real, and her ass jutted out in a way that made Ethan’s cock twitch painfully against the soaked cotton of his boxers and there was a tuft of auburn hair above her wet slit..

She didn’t waste time. She grabbed him with one of her rubbery arms, stretched herself upright, and then stretched lower at the same time her body elongating unnaturally until she was both towering above him and dragging his boxers down his legs. His cock slapped free, wet and angry, bouncing in the air.

“Look at this poor thing,” Helen purred, her voice thick with hunger. “Straining, leaking, begging. You’ve never had a woman wrap her mouth around you, have you?”

Ethan shook his head, trembling. He didn’t have time to answer before her lips stretched literally stretched wider and sealed around the head of his cock.

It was heat. Wetness. A tongue that seemed to coil around him, longer and stronger than anything human. His back arched, a strangled moan escaping his throat.

“F-fuck—!”

Her eyes locked on his, smug and merciless as her throat swallowed him deeper,. One hand stroked her tits, squeezing them together while the other kept his wrists pinned. Her body stretched unnaturally, allowing her to keep him trapped while her mouth worked like a piston.

When he thought he was about to blow, she pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva swinging from her lips.

“Not yet,” she growled. “I’m not finished breaking you in.”

Her thighs straddled his face suddenly, her body stretching again with impossible flexibility, planting her pussy right over his mouth. Ethan barely had time to gasp before her hips pressed down, smothering him in thick heat and musk.

“Eat,” she ordered, grinding against his face, her moans rough and unashamed. “Lick me like your life depends on it.”

Ethan obeyed, tongue darting, awkward, ****. She grabbed his hair, dragging his face deeper into her folds, hips rolling in obscene circles. Her moans turned guttural, wetness coating his mouth and chin as she rode him harder.

Her stretchy arms stroked his cock while she used his face, milking him mercilessly. Every sensation blurred together, her thighs clamped around his skull, the sound of her wetness, her tits swinging heavy above him.

When she came, she came loud, grinding down, body shuddering like an earthquake. Her juices smeared across his face, soaking his neck and pillow.

But she didn’t stop.

Her hips slid back, positioning herself over his cock, lining him up.

“You ready, virgin boy?” she taunted, her breath ragged. “Because once I sit down on this, you’re mine.”

Ethan tried to stammer out a reply, but then she dropped.

Hot. Tight. Too much.

Her pussy swallowed him whole, her walls clenching around him like a fist, dragging a scream from his lungs. He came instantly, his body convulsing, cock exploding inside her.

Helen only laughed, rolling her hips, milking him for every drop. “Pathetic. One thrust and you’re already shooting. But lucky for you…” she ground down harder, stretching her thighs wider, “…I’ve got more in me.”

And she did.

She rode him mercilessly, her body stretching and flexing in impossible angles, taking him from above, from behind, even with her tits wrapped around him at one point while her stretched pussy swallowed his cock from a contorted position. She came again and again, soaking the sheets, screaming loud enough for the guys in the other dorm to hear.

Ethan lost track of how many times he spilled inside her, his body wrung dry, nerves raw. By the end, he was gasping, half-conscious, lying in a puddle of sweat and cum, her weight sprawled heavy across him.

Helen kissed his cheek lazily, satisfied. “You’ll never keep up, Ethan. But damn if it isn’t fun watching you try.”

He couldn’t speak. He just lay there, glasses fogged, chest heaving, cock twitching weakly even though nothing was left in him.

And Helen, this impossible fantasy of a woman stretched her arms above her head, moaning happily, as if she hadn’t just ruined him completely.