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*SCHLURK* “Mmmn...”*SCHLUK* “Mmmf” *SCHLOK* “MMMM!”
Samantha Wilson struggled, her ears filled with the sounds of her own struggles, the slap of her palms against wet blubbery flesh, and her throat being repeatedly penetrated by an impossibly immense, stomach churningly disgusting shaft that jutted obscenely from between the thighs of a heavy set teenage girl. Her struggles to escape were met with only moans and then another skull rattling jolt that brought her spit-slathered face crashing into the matted pubic forest beneath the girl's sweat slick protruding gut. Her head scrambling to make some sense of what was happening as her pube-plastered visage was pulled back from the crotch of the tubby teenage bitch reaming out her throat.
She'd come down stairs from a bath when she'd heard her door being pounded on and opened the door to find an overweight teen girl who seemed to know her. Before she knew it, the bigger, younger girl was on her. She'd had the wind knocked out of her as they toppled to the ground, her lungs crushed beneath the immense weight. Which only served to make it that much easier for her robe to be peeled from her body. The girl didn't even bother to close the door behind her. Anyone could wander up and see what was happening. Instead, she grabbed Samantha's head by both sides, running her tongue across the mother's face while forcing her thumbs into her mouth and behind her teeth. She pried the writhing woman's jaw open and shoved an impossibly thick tongue down her throat.
The girl, unbeknownst to Samantha, was her daughter's former best friend and current worst bully Haleigh Howard. Or, at least, whatever was left of her.
She'd shoved a pudgy knee up between Samantha's thighs, grinding it hard up against her exposed cunt while she made out with the woman in her entryway. Between the stimulation, the pressure, and the blockage of her throat, Samantha was quickly losing strength. And after Haleigh's rough attention brought her to a mind-blanking orgasm, the fight had been completely drained from her.
Only then did Haleigh peel herself from the smaller woman's body to shut and lock the door behind herself. That settled, she returned her attention to Samantha, beginning to pull her stretched, strained, sweat through shirt from her own body.
“Fuck, Mrs. Wilson. Hard to believe you pushed 'Mony out from that little slit. It looks so pretty and pink and tight. My momma's didn't even look that good.”
She smiled down at the woozy older woman, wriggling her titanic backside out from her skirt and dropping it to the floor. She lowered her painties with a daintiness unbefitting either her form or her actions. A thunderous splash filled the hall as a deluge of cunt juice poured from her now bare fuck ditch, a lecherous moaning grunt escaping her lips.
The big girl's feet slapped loudly against the linoleum as she came to stand astride over Samantha.
“And let's not even get started on mine, ha ha!” With those words she carelessly shoved two fingers between her darkened, loose folds sending a syrupy ribbon of squirt spattering to Samantha's face before spreading herself wide. Then even wider. If Samantha was in her right mind instead of suffering post-orgasmic panic, she could have looked clear up to Haleigh's cervix which seemed to be tensing and loosening like a pair of puckering lips.
Suddenly, the girl's baby bag shifted, beginning to move down her vaginal cavern. Nearer and nearer to the entrance before finally emerging. At the same time her labia began to fill out and distend, her shifting womb bringing with it what should have been a pair of overly engorged ovaries and nestling one to each side of her widening cock slot.
Her cervical ring began to open, unfolding around the bulbous purple helmet of a massive rod of fuck meat that released a rope of spunk as soon as the pseudo-foreskin had been peeled away from the pulsating piss pipe.
Despite its lazy ejaculation of ball sauce across the face of the insensate woman, Haleigh's tool swung long, fat, and limp between her legs, only rigid enough to force its way out from her insides in preparation for the fun ahead. She crouched down, into a wide, bowlegged squat, dragging that semi-hard shaft across her victim's face, scrubbing her cock filth away with the mother's features. She reeked of sweat and piss, cum and pussy slime, and all of it being inhaled deep into Samantha's lungs as she tried, desperately to catch her breath. The odor finally enough to snap her back to her senses just as Haleigh reached a pudge arm out and snatched the woman by the hair.
Samantha shrieked in terror and pain, but with the door shut now, no one was likely to hear her as Haleigh pulled her by her blonde locks along behind behind her. She gave no indication her pulling would become any less insistent, so Samantha was forced to stand if she didn't want to have her hair pulled out by the root. So she did, following along half stumbling and confused at the fact this seeming stranger appeared to know the layout of her home well enough to guide her, apparently, all the way back to her own master bedroom without instruction.
Haleigh breathed in a lungful of the room's air, a look of disgust crossing her face. It smelled just like it used to. Fresh and clean. Vanilla and lavender. Scents that lingered around Mrs. Wilson, too, though she hadn't had the opportunity to finish her bath and reapply her fragrances. Haleigh used to love those smells, especially after her mother's lover came into their lives and ruined everything. Harmony's house was an oasis. But now all the girl could think was that she really had her work cut out for her getting things the way she likes them to be.
She wrapped a hand part of the way around her length, the heavy shaft too thick for her to get her chubby digits all the way around. The other hand jerked forward, pulling Samantha in front of her. With the woman forced to bend forward, Haleigh lifted her slimy, vascular cock and pressed them to her lips. She tried to pull away only for the pain from Haleigh's grip on her hair to cow her into obedience. She clenched her jaw as firmly as she could, but every breath of that musky funk rising from Haleigh's body made her head feel lighter and began to sap her of her strength and her. She didn't notice when she went from standing in a forced bow to flopped, semi-limp on her knees. Nor did she consciously purse her lips to the point of practically kissing that greasy cockslit trying to force its way inside of her. Before she realized it, her jaw was slackening, Haleigh's disgusting rod was pushing into her throat, and her face was planted in an unwashed teenage pubic forest.
Bringing us to the present and Haleigh pulling the flesh pole from Samantha's cock-sloppy face as she felt herself approaching the point of climax. Her own expression that of of slack-jawed dumb pleasure while Samantha's exhausted confusion was masked by all of the sex goop now sloughing from her features.
*Ourp*
A belch escaped from deep inside of her where Haleigh had packed down and churned up all kinds of gasses with the throat-clogging piston pummeling she'd been giving the captive mother. Her throat was raw and her belly sloshed with the rivers of precum that had been jettisoned inside of her while the front end of her digestive tract was used as a fleshlight for teenage girlcock against her will. Her mind had protectively retreated in on itself in order to endure what was happening and now she merely watched, as though a passenger in her own body, the ignominy that was now being visited upon her.
Haleigh blithely fisted her cock, never releasing the grip she had on Samantha, but seeming to be more interested in her clumsy masturbation than the woman she had just face-raped.
"Ughn. Ugn. Ughn. Ughn."
With each stroke she let out a guttural grunt. There was nothing subtle, nothing seductive about what she was doing. Pawing herself off like some dumb ape. But with her psyche hunkered down in her own head there was nothing stopping Samantha's body responding to the sights and scents it was receiving. That of a virile, well endowed breeder. Her tongue unfurled, her hips lurched forward. Haleigh noticed, but didn't care, continuing to work her own shaft until, at last, she blew her load.
Thick, ropey wads of yellowed nut butter erupted from her gaping dick hole in thumb-thick streams. She didn't aim specifically, for Samantha's face and open mouth, but it was impossible not to batter her with a few healthy new coats. The rest splattered across the carpeted floor or the white walls, irrevocably staining them once the nut jelly had sat for more than a few moments. The sickening scent that had once been Haleigh's refuge beginning to disappear and be replaced by her own personal fuck stink.
Once her orgasm ended Haleigh, intelligence returning to her eyes looked over the shotgun blast of girl spunk leaving a trail of musky dampness along the floor and up the wall she'd been pointing in the direction of, and frowned.
"We got a lotta work ahead of us, Mrs. Wilson," she said.
After all, if she was going to be staying long term, and she was, then she needed a suitable little nest of her own and this simply wouldn't do.
Haleigh grabbed one of Samantha's arms and pulled her up off of the floor, turning her around and then shifting her own body. She shoved Samantha forward, sending her stumbling until her mid-section impacted the footboard of her bed and the woman folded neatly in half, putting on display for her rapist her pristine, dewy pussy.
There was no fanfare. No ceremonious display. Nothing at all to indicate this moment was special. Haleigh shoved her cock into Samantha Wilson, stretching her wide, driving up to her cervix and compacting her womb. She took no time to savor the penetration, already beginning to jackhammer the older woman, driving her full weight into her without the slightest bit of technique or interest in her pleasure. She fucked her baby birthing tunnel looser than pushing her daughter out of it ever had and, before long, was pulling out again.
Another round of cannon fire cumshots mucking up Samantha's back, hair, and the bed upon which she slept. But there was no time to rest, Haleigh this time throwing the woman onto the wet, slimy spot they'd just made together, tossing her legs on her shoulders, and packing her pucker full of meat.
For hours this process repeated. Haleigh using Samantha's body to bring her to climax before unloading all over the woman and the room itself. Making a mess out of both. The sweetness that had always signified the loving care of Samantha Wilson's home being strangled and replaced with the filthy stench of sweat and cum and fuck. Samantha herself becoming more and more overwhelmed with each passing minute until, finally, she was all but gone.
Not for the second, or even the fifth, time Haleigh pushed up into Samantha's bombed out cunt driving cervix deep then driving even deeper. The two lay on the floor, Samantha's legs no longer being able to support her, Haleigh resting most of her weight on the mother's back. They fucked like that for a while until, once again, Haleigh was near her peak.
"You there, Mrs. Wilson," she asked. No response.
She grabbed the woman by her matted, cum greasy hair, lifting her head and releasing only for Samantha to do nothing to prevent gravity from taking her.
"Perfect," Haleigh said.
She came.
She came harder than she'd cum the whole day. Filling Samantha's womb. Plugging her so nothing could backwash out of her. She came and kept coming. And if Samantha was aware, she would notice the weight on her back decreasing as Haleigh blew her load. She'd notice the heat in her expanding womb.
And once it was over, she'd notice she was alone in the room.
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Harmony Wilson had had the best day of school she'd experienced in forever. This was in no small part due to the absence of her former best friend. She didn't spend the morning worrying about getting groped from behind. Didn't get attacked at lunch. Didn't spend the rest of the day feeling sick to her stomach
The walk home was just as wonderful, flanked by the two most important people in the world to her, besides her mom. Diana was going on about something that had happened in fifth period, but Harmony was barely paying attention. Most of her attention was on the boy whose hand she was currently holding.
She'd been avoiding Jackson for a while now. Not completely, she was head over heels for the boy and didn't want him to think otherwise, but with everything going on with Haleigh, well...
But today was a good opportunity for them to reconnect and she was absolutely elated about it. Diana wouldn't mind if she was a little distracted.
The trio came to a split in the road and Jackson broke off from the girls, headed for his place while Harmony and Diana headed for Harmony's. There was a group project in one of their classes and, of course, they'd paired up, so Diana was coming over to get a start on that.
Entering her home, Harmony was in for a surprise. There, sitting at the dining room table was her mother. Which wasn't what surprised her. What surprised her was the box of delivery pizza open on the table in front of her, a missing piece half eaten in her mother's hand.
"Hey girls," she said. "I ordered dinner."