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Michelle came to conciousness slowly. She couldn’t remember falling asleep and it took a bit for her to be able to open her eyes and take her surrounding. As she tried to move around and stretch, she soon realised her predicaments.
Her arms were pulled back above her ahead and some kinds of ropes were looped around her wrists, restricting her movements.
She was propped against a thick cushion of some kind, making sure her pelvis was tilted upward. And the worst part was her thighs, open wide. Even before she managed to open her eyes, the cheerleader could feel the strain in her hamstrings and hips, telling her she was spread in a perfect split. Her lower body was also restrained, rendering any movement bigger than a wiggle impossible.
Her first reaction was to scream but she then took noticed of a rubber ball shoved into her mouth, muffling the sounds she was making. She tried to push the gag out but it must have been secured tightly around her heard as she didn’t manage to remove it.
The young girl finally managed to shake her drowsiness and open her eyes. She first noticed the ropes wound around her firm tits, pushing them together and securing her upper body to whatever surfaces she was tied to. Her eyes kept travelling upwards and reached her glistening pussy.
Gone was her pubic hair and the skin has been rubbed with some kind of oil. In horror she tried to struggle against her binds, to no avail. It was then the young girl realised she was not alone in the room. At her side, sat an old man in a wheelchair and her behind her naked body was an old fat woman.
The sight of her captors triggered her memory and the bus crash came back to her mind. She remembered flirting and performing for the passing car drivers, the exploring hike with her friend Sandy, and their teacher Miss Sims to look for a phone. They had found a decrepit farm in the Texas countryside and then her memory was a bit fuzzy, as if she had been drugged.
She was brought back to reality when she felt a touch on her most intimate parts. The young girl snapped her eyes on the ugly hag and could only moaned in fear as she saw and felt the older woman push and push some kind of rubber tube into her virgin pussy. She tried to buck and struggled but she was too tightly bound to prevent the greased implement to finally slip into her. The hag kept feeding the tube into her, deeper and deeper like a burrowing snakes, forcing Michelle to let out a pained moan.
« Afternoon Miss, back with us I see? » The old Pa wheeled closer to her, as Michelle focused her attention to him. As he was within reach, the captive girl wrestled to move but failed again. « Oh you’re strong, we already know that! » He giggled. « You have to be. You will need stamina for our games! »
The old Ma started fondling the young pussy roughly, pushing the pink lips open. Her fat face was flushed with excitement as she looked at the tight hole. « Do you like the position you’re in? It is so much easier for us to access your naughty holes! »
Michelle felt terribly exposed and she could feel her cheeks reddened in shame at her situation.
The Pa finally reached out and grabbed the roped tits, groping them roughly. « No point in lying to ya, we’re gonna be real nasty. » He smiled evilly as he started rolling the dark nipples between his fingers.
Michelle bit on the rubber gag at the rough touch. She was still a bit disoriented and couldn’t fathom what was going to happen to her. She tried to endure the unwanted stimulation on both parts of her when a flick of light on her side grabbed her attention. On a bedside table, a candle was lit, the small flame glowed into the dark bedroom. A cold sweat took over the bound girl and she tried to struggle again.
The old man had noticed where her attention had gone and pinched the erect nipples a last time before turning to grab the candle holder and bringing it closer to their captive. He glanced at the horror on the young face and started carefully dripping hot wax on the right nub.
« Ugggg » Michelle yelled in pain as liquid heat touched and burned her tits, before cooling down slightly and hardening.
Ma took advantage of the girl’s distraction to climb down the bed. As she watch more wax drip on the left breast, she push with her considerable weight on a foot pump on the floor. The air travelled up the rubber tube and into the tight pussy, inflating and growing with each pump.
« Nooooo » Michelle yelled through her gag « Please stop » not that the muffled words were under stable. She could feel a ball slowly expand into her body, pushing her walls out in all directions. She had never known such pain as her inner muscles strained against the unwanted object and failed any kind of resistance.
The ugly hag stopped after four pumps, a bit winded. From experience, she knew the ball burrowed into the tight snatch was now the size of a small orange. Catching her breath, she looked at the tears who appeared on their new toy’s face before following the fearful gaze to the shaved groin. She cackled lightly as she too noticed the small bump just bellow the bare mound. Her crooked hands went and caressed the swell, pressing on the ball from the outside inducing another pained moan.
Ma kept petting the bare pussy, soon dragging her hand up and down the slit, with light touch to the girl’s clit. Every other passage, she ran a finger around the quivering rim, then tug gently at the inflated ball to watch the young girl clenched hard from pain each time.
The wheelchair bound elderly man watched for a bit Ma’s petting before resuming his ministrations. He flicked the hard wax of the pebbled nipples, pinching and twisting each one harshly before tilting the candle holder again.
As the hot wax hit the sensitive fleshed, the girl tried to arch her back, yelping each time a new drop fell. But this time, he didn’t stopped after both nipples were covered. Michelle could only watch helplessly as her full breasts were covered bit by bit. The burning sensation spread through the entire surface, and soon the girl couldn’t distinguish which part hurt and which didn’t.
When Pa was satisfied the tortured tits were adequately encased in the hot wax, he put down the candle back on the table. Satisfied with his work, he took a minute to admire his handy work as Michelle’s breathing slowed down. The red wax was cooling down, forming a grotesque bra with the ropes.
Feeling a bit ignored, Ma tugged harshly at the tube burrowed deep into Michelle’s snatch, dragging both Pa & the girl attention to her. « ya naughty girl » she cackled « ya like having your cunt stuffed, don’t ya? » She watched as the girl shake her head in denial. « No? » she tugged the tube again «look, yer hungry hole don’t want to let it go.»
Michelle kept shaking her head to deny the old crone’s statement, sobbing in shame.
« Ya want it out, pet? » the hag kept jerking the toy inside, never enough to bring it to stretch the rim but enough to abuse the soft inner tissue. « Or ya want it bigger? »
Michelle froze hearing the words, her eyes wide open in fear. She felt too full, she would break if the mad woman pumped it fuller.
« No answer? My pick then! » the hag exclaimed gleefully « Bigger it is ! » she raised her foot above the pump but stopped just before making contact. The bound girl was shaking her heads to stop her. « So, out is it? » She asked again and the girl nodded frantically.
Ma put her foot down on the floor and settled just behind the spread girl in order to the exposed cunt in full view. And then waited.
Confused, Michelle looked at both her captors. Why didn’t they deflate the ball ? As neither was moving, she could feel fear rising. Panicked, she sent a pleading look to the older woman.
Ma cackled loudly. « What are ya waiting for Pet? Push!» She put both her hands on the bare pussy lips and spread them to focus on the winking hole. Pa came as closed as his chair allowed to take in the view. He grabbed the tube in one hand, and put the other on the exposed clit, rolling it between his wrinkly fingers.
Michelle had frozen. Push? They certainly didn’t mean what she thought? When she showed no reaction, Pa pinched the clit, drawing a pained yelp behind the gag from the girl and her attention.
« Come on, bitch, push it out! » He ordered. « If we have to tell ya again, we will press on that pump every time ya don’t obey us. »
Michelle bit her gag and engaged her core muscles to push the ball out. Quickly enough, she felt it pressed on her entrance. She clenched once more and the ball started stretching the tight hole. She never felt such pain in her most private part, the feeling of opening up too quickly, too widely. Yelling through her gag, she couldn’t keep on and relaxed her effort. In a blink, the ball burrowed back inside of her.
Panting, she looked back at her tormentors, pleadingly. « Last try, girl! Ya will get that ball out no matter how. Better get to it before it get bigger! » Ma sternly told her.
Despaired, the cheerleader tried again. As the ball started to come out, where she previously failed, she tried to ignore the pain and carry on her efforts. Suddenly, Pa starting pulling along her and the hole widened, letting the ball slowly exit.
With a last push, the inflated devices popped out. The old couple admired the small gaping opening and without any pity for the young girl, Ma drove two fingers inside the warm cunt. She could feel the soft walls fluttering against the intrusion, grabbing her appendages tightly. She spread her fingers, trying to open the girl further and enjoying the distressing sound coming from the girl.
Pa looked for the inflated toy behind the raised ass and pressed on the releasing valve to remove the air inside. When the device was as flat as possible, he passed it back to Ma. The hag pressed it at the opening just long enough for Michelle to realise what they were planning and plunged it back inside.
« Yer cunt is way too tight pet! We have to do that again a few time if we don’t wanna break ya! » Ma exclaimed, enjoying the terror on the beautiful face. She pumped again 4 times in rapid successions, inflating the ball to its previous size.
Michelle moaned in pain at the rapid expansion. Pa had resumed fondling her clit, pulling, pinching, rubbing. The rough handling of her nub sent odd signals in her body. When Ma was back in her prime viewing spot, Pa pulled at the strong tube and ordered her at the time « Push! ». Michelle knew what to expect now and their combined effort, it soon popped out on the bed.
And without letting her catch her breath, the old couple stuffed the deflated ball inside the abused cunt a third time. And a fourth. And they kept going.
On the sixth round, Ma sneaked in an additional 5th pump, stretching the girl further. Michelle had screamed behind her gag and only with the threat of the 6th expansion, she managed to push the bigger ball out. It was now the size of a big apple, glistening with whatever grease they applied to it. They had made sure to show the full ball to the horrified girl before deflating it again and resume their play.
By the time, she managed to push the inflatable toy out for the 10th time, she was exhausted and laid helplessly panting. The two old people giggled as they looked down at the results of their efforts. « Not so tight as you use to be? » Pa crooned as he hooked his fingers inside her weakened pussy and pulled. The hole spread open, allowing them to peer inside at the quivering hole. As he kept stroking the soft flesh, he could help but wonder how big a ball, she would eventually be able to manage.
Ma moved to stroke the terrified girl’s hair and face, shushing her lightly. Pa wheeled himself to untie each legs, releasing them from their punishing stance. Michelle felt relief when she was allowed to lay her legs on the bed. However, there was no hope for escape as they made no move to unbound her hands. Michelle’s respite was short lived as Ma pull both her leg toward her tummy, tucking both her knees besides her wax covered breasts, and her feet at her shoulders. They masterfully trussed her up so she was bent with her ass pointed upward. Her shoulders carried her weight onto the mattress, her arms still anchored to the headboard. The position pushed her tortured tits toward her face but left her with a more or less unobstructed view of whatever deranged torment they had planned.
Pa lifted himself out of his wheelchair and onto the bed to sit behind her upturned ass. Michelle felt him press some cold hard metal to her untouched anus and slowly push it inside. The man had greased the tip of metal funnel and was opening her rosebud bit by by with the widening spout. Michelle tried to wiggle from the discomfort at the new odd sensation but she had little range of motion in this position. Once the funnel was firm against her ass cheeks, he took a rubber belt wrapping it around her waist and clipped it to either side of the funnel. The object was firmly in place, the spout buried a good few inches into her rectum, slowly tapering as it went.
« Ma! » The old man bellowed after the fat woman, holding Michelle’s ass almost lovingly. « Go rustle up some real runny porridge. » He laughed as Michelle wriggled and protested behind her gag. « And make sure it’s nice and warm! »
Michelle was losing any semblance of hope that any help would come to her. She sparred a thought for her teacher Miss Sims, wondering where she was and whether she would come save her from the twisted game the elderly couple was playing with her.
She heard the stairs creaked before she saw the fat Ma come back into the bedroom carrying a large pan with a ladle peaking out of it. Considering her current position, she felt dread as she realised what they had planned for her.
The old woman put down her porridge on the table and dragged it closer to the bed. She ran her hands along the girl’s face like a mockery of a caress before reaching behind her head and unlocking her gag. « Ya can scream as loud as ya want. There’s no one around that can hear ya! » She removed the rubber ball slowly.
Michelle was relieved to be free of the gag. Her jaw had started to ache after being forced open for so long. She wiggled her jaw a few times before she started to beg her captors. « Please no more. I can’t..”
“Ya can’t ?” Ma slapped her harshly stopping the girl in her tracks. “ ya can and ya will. We’re not done with ya yet. We have planned a lot of nasty things for ya and yer friends.” Michelle sobbed, her cheek stinging. « If ya keep complaining for nothing, I’ll add another cup each time I’ve to reprimand ya. Now, I know it’s yer first time so we will start with a nice, even, four cups, a full quart. But only this time, ya hear me? »
The young girl was confused and didn’t quite understand what was going to happen to her. They weren’t going to pour that smelly mixture into her, were they?
The old crone picked up a ladle from the dirty pan and brought it to the funnel burried into the virgin asshole. She poured the warm slime slowly. She couldn’t rush it in order not to overfill. While it was quite runny, the viscosity of the porridge slowed down the process.
Watching her captive closely, Ma noticed immediately when the first of her concoction made it through the narrow spout. Cackling nastily at the discomfort blooming on the pretty face, she refilled the funnel, enjoying the gurgling noise as its slowly drained.
The old Pa had started to run his decrepit hands all over the taunt body, fondling the firm ass cheeks, caressing the trembling belly. He was sure his pet will look beautiful filled to brim, trembling from the pain and skin stretched tight. Continuing exploration, he grabbed the abused tits roughly as Ma poured her third ladle. The girl moaned weakly, whether it was at the rough treatment or from the warm porridge slowly filling her up from the first time he didn’t know, nor did he care. He kept his ministrations, flicking the cold wax off the sensitive skin, rolling and pinching the swollen nipples.
Michelle almost welcomed the abuse on her poor breasts. She used it as a distraction from the discomfort in her intestines. It was not painful per say but definitely disconcerting. She wanted to release her bowels and push the slime out, but the shaft of the funnel was secured deep into her ass. None of her efforts paid off and she could do nothing to stop her tormentors.
As she prepped the last pour, Ma paused slightly, distracted by the police siren she could hear coming closer to the farm. Her son was back, so it was time to speed things up. As soon as she was able, she dumped the last of the slime into the funnel and pushed the old man toward his wheelchair. « Quickly Pa! Let’s get this one dressed and sealed up before he gets here! »
The deranged woman dropped her ustensile back in to the empty pot and went through the drawers to pull out two plugs, 6 inches in length and the size of a standard cock at the widest. No need to overly stretch the girl before they had the opportunity to fuck her properly and every man here was more than properly endowed. She greased the two toys thoroughly and dropped then on the bed. She grabbed Michelle’s hair and looked her into the eyes. « Now girl, I’ll remove the funnel and I need ya to clench. If ya let a single drop out, I’ll tan you hide red and we will start again. Ya got me? » Scared, Michelle couldn’t only nod at the threat.
Satisfied, the fat woman heaved herself onto the bed and straddle the poor girl’s head. She unhooked the rubber bands from the funnel and grabbed one of the plug. She could see the girl was listening to her instructions, as the pink hole was clenched tight against the metal. She couldn’t wait to wreck it further but first, she needed to work the shaft out. Fortunately for the girl, she didn’t let any of the slime slip out of her by the time the device was completely removed and dropped on the bed.
Ma rubbed the quivering hole for a bit, before setting the plug lightly against it. She pressed a few time on the toy, not fully entering, feeling the body underneath tense each time before applying more pressure. The girl tried to resist for a bit but her body was exhausted from the ministrations the elderly couple had run her through. The plug made its way slowly into the young asshole and Ma watched as it was swallowed completely, the base sitting snugged against the soft skin.
Running her hands along the bound thighs a few time, she made it back to the exposed crotch. She caressed the shaved cunt, spreading the oiled lips, rubbing the exposed clit, before plunging a couple fingers inside the sore pussy, enjoying the soft silken feel of the internal wall for a moment. She grabbed the second toy and pushed it inside in one go, eliciting a yelp from the young girl between her legs. She fucked her with the plug a few times, rubbing her clit at the same time, before burying it one last time.
The old Ma climbed back down and grabbed the o-ring gag handed to her from Pa. While she was sealing up their new plaything, he had pulled a latex suit out and other accessories to dress her up. « Please don’t! Please i’ll be quiet » Michelle begged, not wanting to be gagged again. However, Ma took the opportunity to slip the ring inside the open mouth « ya get use to that one, ya ‘ll be wearing often enough. » the crone pushed a couple fingers, patting the tongue and going deeper into the open orifice, before the girl gagged on the appendages. « ya ‘ll need to be trained out of that too.
Ma wiped her fingers on the breasts before her and reached out to untie the girl. First the ankles and then the legs and busts. She looped the remaining length of ropes on the rafter, to make sure the girl wouldn’t try to escape while they trussed her up. The old woman helped her new pet unfold on the bed, laying on the bound wrists.
Michelle winced at the change of positions. She had been stuck long enough that her lower back was protesting at the change. She could also feel a odd sensation in her belly, as if the mixture was moving inside of her. In this position, she could see a small swell in her midriff where there was none previously. She moaned in despair at the sight.
Her respite was short lived as she was made to stand up. Ma looped some of the rope around her neck as she would need to unbound her hands to dress. Ma had the girl lift her legs, one after the other to slip the latex garment up with Pa’s help. They fiddled a bit with the plugs to insert them in the reinforced opening built into the suit. Once they made it to the waist, they freed her arms so she could push into the sleeves and gloves. In the top front, there was a opening for her breasts as the zipper was placed at the back. As the old woman fished her boobs out so that they sat in this designated spot, the Pa secured cuffs on each wrists before dragging the zipper close until her mid back. She was tied to the bed frame again, allowing her neck to be freed so that they could fit her into the hood of the suit.
The ma had stood on the bed to have enough leverage to first slip the ponytail into the hood, the gag binds and then cover the entire head. It took a bit of adjusting there and there and there but soon, Michelle could feel the suit close at the back of her neck, entirely covered apart from her eyes. The old man gropped her ass, massaging the firm muscles and enjoying the trembling body. His hands wandered to the front, where Michelle could spot the slight distention of her belly. She was soon distracted as the old crone pushed at her shoulders so that she could sit on the bed. She felt more than saw a collar fastened snuggly around her neck, before wrinkles hands reach out from behind to grab her tits.
Ma was massaging the pink nipples to make sure the small nubs were fully erect as Pa prepped a metal brassiere. On the outside, it looked like it came straight out of a 80’s fantasy film, like the garb of a amazon, two half globes made from steel, harnessed into leather, and dial-like buttons in place of the nipples. Michelle soon realised there was more to the bra than she first thought. Ma had dropped her left boob and was holding the right one as Pa came closer. He was fiddling with the button when he pressed the cup on the soft flesh. As she filled it, she felt the bites of sharp nuts welded into the metal, not sharp enough to cut the skin, but then her tit was manoeuvred so that the nipple pressed into a small hole at the bottom.
Pa let go of the button and the clamp closed down sharply onto the nub, forcing a scream out of the poor girl. They repeated the procedure on the other boob, before Ma grabbed the leather and fasten the bra behind the girl, pressing the small spikes into the breasts. By some miracle, or devilish plan depending on whom was asked, the bra was just the right size for their new pet, big enough so her generous bosom was totally covered but small enough that every movement would eliciting new pain. Before moving on, Ma reached around again and started turning the button on the bra, twisting the tortured nub with it. She paused after a third of a revolution, pushing herself against the latex clad back, and sharply turn both again. Michelle screamed in pain and arched her back against her tormentor.
Pa fished out a pair of ballet stiletto boots, thankfully not the kind where you had to be on pointe all the time, but high enough Michelle didn’t know how she was going to walk in them. He made quick work with them and then, slipped the last part of the costume on the girl, a leather harness complete with a set of reins. It had to be slipped on a legs and arms, and then attached to her collar and around her mid riff. As tight as it was, Michelle could feel it press around her swollen belly, where her discomfort was growing. She didn’t know what was happening but the tightness was increasing as if something was pressing from the inside.
Ma pushed the new pony to the floor, so that they admire their handiwork as Michelle was made to stand on all four. Pa rubbed the shiny black latex as it was stretched around the round bum, and spanked it fiercely, once, twice. Michelle was panting behind her gag, the burn of each hit spreading.
« Now, I’ll get Pa down, ya better not move from this spot when I come to get ya » Ma exclaimed as she picked up the elderly man from his wheelchair. She was not worried as the girl was tied in a way that it was impossible for her to reach any knots.
While the old couple was gone, Michelle was trembling. Of apprehension. Of pain as her belly started cramping and was still full. Of fear of what was going to happen to her. She was not in the mind to do anything but wait for her captor to come back. She had heard several screams since she arrived and she didn’t know which of her friend had been taken by the maniacs.
Soon enough, she heard the heavy steps up stairs and Ma’s panting breath coming closer. « Ya need to meet the rest of the family but don’t worry yer little pretty mind, ya’ll be Pa’s exclusive pony girl from now on. » The girl didn’t have time to process the dreadful exclamation before the old woman patted her head and grabbed her reins. She was guided on all four down the stairs and into the veranda.
Pa was back into his wheelchair and she was made to kneel next to him, as Ma handed him her reins. She could hear new voices as Ma had went out to greet the new arrivals. 2 new mens came into the house, wearing boiling suits following the horrid old Ma, dragging behind them a woman, naked but for the high heels and the hood she was wearing. Michelle didn’t have to see her face to recognise her teacher Miss Simms that had been captured. Any hope of a rescue fled the young girl as she had hoped someone had managed to find help.
When one of the two brothers, for they had to be brother, if not twins, remove the hood of the teacher, Michelle saw her shock as she took the sight of her latex clad cat suit. She was sure Miss Simms knew it was her. She couldn’t only watch as her teacher started hyperventilating behind her gag and then was released from her. Even when the older woman asked after her, and Pa was taunting her about the education he had given to his new pony, Michelle could only kneel next to her new master.
Above her, conversation had continued but the young cheerleader could not focus on it, even as voices were raised and a new man came into the room. No, her focus was only on growing belly. At first, she had thought it was due to the suit, that made it look bigger, but no, it was more swollen than it was previously, as if they had kept pouring more and more of the slime into her. It must had double in size since they plugged her up. Another cramp, the biggest yet, hit her, and Michelle groaned loudly, wriggling in her spot.
Ma swept at her in reprimand « Stop bitching! Ya only make it worse. We’ll let ya shit it out when we’re ready ». The girl managed to fall silent but her hand unconsciously crept up towards her plug to give herself release.
« It’s my own special recipe. » Ma explained to her audience, even Michelle had stopped her wriggling to listen. « It’s runny like porridge when it goes in, but then it starts to warm and expand like bread dough. » The girl snapped her eyes back at the old crone, hearing her explanation. « It’ll keep creeping up inside her like a growing snake, until we’ll let it out » Turning back to the tortured girl, she kept on going. « and ya barely had a quart of it so, stop complaining. There is barely any in ya! »
Barely?! Michelle felt like was going to explode. She tried to sit still and relax to patiently wait until her captors let relieve herself, but the cramps kept on building. Around her, her friend Bianca had been dragged naked from the basement by a fourth man, this one in a copper uniform and Miss Simms was trying to negotiate with the deranged family.
They seemed to reach an accord as Michelle, in her pained haze, noticed her teacher and Bianca started to kiss and make out. Soon they were going down on each other, threaten by the old Ma to perform as they wished if the two women didn’t want to end up like poor Michelle, filled with the disgusting porridge.
As the show kept going, Michelle tried to bear the pain in her guts when her attention was demanded. The old Pa had tugged at her collar to have her stand. His pants were opened and his ugly wrinkled cock stood upright, all 10 inches of it and thick all around. He watched as the girl stood with difficulty before her, both from her inflated belly and from the stiletto heels she wore. He reached out and started playing with the pussy plug the Ma had buried in the gimp girl earlier. His pets was looking at his cock and at her friends in alternance, probably weighing her options.
He twisted a last time the pussy plug in one dexterous motion and pull it out with no care for the girl. « Now, slave, climb onto me, ya hear? » The old man invited « Ride Papa! »
Michelle looked down a last time before, resigned, she climbed over the wheelchair to straddle his lap, facing him. Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, she started to lower herself onto the erect cock. Before today, she had been a virgin, and while their earlier ministrations had stretch her up with that inflatable ball, and the plug had kept her open, the disgusting old man was… big. Her thighs were straining to slow her descent as she spread open, working inches after inches inside of her.
Michelle arched her back to ease the intrusion, presenting her plugged ass to their audience, her breasts pressing painfully inside the iron maiden inspired bra. Pa was staying still, feeling and enjoying the tight grip of the young cunt swallowing his shaft. Soon after, Michelle finally hit the bottom, feeling the hairy balls and thighs against her. It was like she was sitting on an upright pole, stretched unnaturally, and she didn’t know how she was supposed to move in her state.
Pa, finally distracted from the show on the floor, watched the girl panting in his lap, her cunt fluttering around his cock. He gripped her ass for a moment before moving his hands to torment his pet, pressing on first her swollen belly and then the bra, her pained moans like music in his ears. One of his hands made its way toward the panting mouth and started fucking it, making the girl gagged each time he went to deep. He was enjoying the way she squeezed him every time he went for it.
Patting her tongue, just shy of triggering her gag reflex, he paused, his other hand back on the taunt belly. « Does it hurt honey? » Pa giggled. « Is the porridge real hard now? » His wife was nodding knowingly next to him. Michelle groaned in acknowledgment, pleading with her eyes for a predicament to end.
« Fuck Old Pa and we will let it out when I pop! » He winked at her and then continue a bit more seriously. « But let me warn ya! Olde faithful will need some persuading. » The girl knew she’ll have to give her all to bring the old man off, but she was desperate to put an end to her anal torment.
Bracing herself once more, she started to raise herself up and down the hard cock, slowly at first, put she soon found a rythme, bouncing up and down. She tried to gyrate a bit as she could remember people in the movie doing, changing the angle she was penetrated every time she went down.
Pa was grunting and groaning bellow her. He had tried to refocus his attention to the show the teacher was putting on the floor, but his attention kept going back to the athletic gimp in his lap. Her body was fantastic, perfect for the suit, every curve highlighted by the glistening rubber. Her ponytail was swaying behind her with her movement. Her eyes and grunts her only way to express herself. The perfect pony.
Michelle looked above her shoulder, away from the old man’s leering grin. The iron cock inside of her increased the feeling of too much inside her gut. The porridge was creeping so so deep inside of her. On the floor, her teacher was going down on her friend, fingering both her holes.
Her inspection was short lived as she felt a touch on her clit. Pa was rubbing her clit forcing her attention back to the old geezer. The nub was hardening under his ministrations, sending twinges up her spine. His eyes were glazing over , his mouth open as the girl milked him to the best of her abilities.
« Good girl.. » He rasped « Good Girl… » reaching around her buttcheeks with his other hand, searching for the plug. Michelle groaned through the gag, tightening her grip on his shoulders. She increased her pace up and down his hard cock, her growing wetness helping her along. She felt feint, her cunt fluttering around the shaft, temperature rising inside the bondage gear. She was despairing she would pass out before the old man came.
« Ma! Quick the bucket!! » The old man yelled, knowing he was close to the brink. Ma hurriedly placed a metal bucket in front of the wheelchair, below the cheerleader’s bouncing ass.
Michelle let out a shocked noise as she felt the old man tugged at the anal plug. The toy was slowing making her way out of her, stretching her again. Once she felt it popped out, she moaned, clenching instinctively. The old man was thrusting as best as he could without the help of his legs inside her tightening cunt.
‘For fuck sake’s’ Michelle thought as she was still bouncing on his cock, her clit on fire as he hasn’t relented his attention. ‘He is going to come in me as I shit myself.’ However, without the plug, her relief was inevitable.
Pinching her clit, Pa watched in raptured as the girl lost her battle against her body, her back arching. She let go and grey goo started to spew out of her, not unlike toothpaste. She was filling the bucked as her insides was convulsing, pushing the foam out of her body, her pussy lips convulsing around its invader. The old man groaned as he came deep into the girl, his hands reaching around the firm butt to feel the mess. He grinned as he noticed Michelle’s expression of total embarrassment.
« Oh you dirty little girl! » The old man crooned as his family started to cheer. He kept on coming, milked by the fluttering muscles as the girl chased her relief. Michelle was exhausted and her head dropped to the bony shoulder before her. Her body was still overcome by spasms, her clit burning. As she pushed the last of the porridge out, she broke and came on the spent dick.
Catching his breath, the old man fondled the ass in his hands at bit more. The girl was limped in his lap, not unconscious but close, his dick warm inside her hot cunt. The things he will do to her! He couldn’t wait. But first they needed to make sure no one would find the girls.