Teenage Witch Gets Poked in Rear

But the elder witch needed something before she could come. She adjusted her body and lowered herself again, but this time she was feeding her ass to Bet's lips and tongue. She was grinding her asshole hard into her young protégé. This is what she needed. Bet didn't notice at first and then she flinched when she realized she had a mouth full of ass. Mrs. Stevens commanded her to suck and lick and bite at it. Bet did her proud while Mrs. Stevens worked on her own pussy.

Just as she shifted her pussy back onto Bet's mouth she began to come. And come and come and come. She had beaten the fairy.

But the fairy was not to be out down. She heard Mrs. Stevens instructing Bet to lick her ass and the fairy wanted her ass licked too. She shifted further down onto her back and used her hand to guide Emi to her ass. She shifted again and brought her ass square onto Emi's lips. The fairy was reckless and soon Emi found her nose buried up the fairy's asshole. The fairy knew there was no way that a pretty girl like this should be subservient to her prurient desires, but she was going to milk it for all it was worth. And then the Fat Fairy came with a cute girls face buried in her ass. And she came louder and longer than Mrs. Stevens had ever come in that house. And she rode that pretty face for all it was worth.

Emi's face wasn't out of the fairy's crotch for more than two seconds before a firmly pressed member had entered her from behind. The fucking had begun.

A moment later Emi had the painted marine in front of her and the other in back of her. They were both pressing into her. One of them was fucking her, but she wasn't sure which one. All she knew was that they were huge and that she was pressing all her limits on this one.

Bet watched in amazement as her friend was being fucked. She was sandwiched in between two steroid monsters with humongous schlongs. One would fuck her for a bit while the other pressed in close. Then one would pull out and the other would slip in. It was a big moving mass of pussy, cock, and balls.

Mr. Steven's looked at Bet. He had now completely de-pantsed himself. She knew it was her turn. She coyly offered her hand to him once again. He brushed right past her hand and slid in behind her.

"It's time," he said and he plucked her panties to the side.

"But I have a boyf–", she began to utter right as he staked her pussy with his preacher's rod.

She wasn't dealing with a boy, she was dealing with a man. And what was started had to be finished.

His huge purple plum was in her, fucking her. It was teaching her her place. She may have had power over boys, but men had power over her. And this man was determined to dominate her with his cock. The time for ear licking, kissing, and groping were over. It was now time to fuck and to fuck hard!

Mr. Stevens wouldn't let it get repetitive, each stroke had to push her, had to punish her.

Emi screamed as she hit orgasm. The painted marine rolled over with Emi on his jock. He came in her, on her, and over her. The sweat covered, spooge covered cat was spent, leaving one marine out in the cold.

A phone rang. Mrs. Steven's reached into the pile of clothes and grabbed the phone. It wasn't her phone.

"Hello?"

The fuckers continued to fuck.

"Bet?"

Bet froze, but Mr. Stevens' interest in fucking this broad had just climbed a notch. He pushed her harder.

"She left, but she left her phone here."

OK, good cover and at least the call was short, Bet thought.

"But tell me what is up with you two love birds," Mrs. Stevens giggled as she began to stroke her pussy as she conversed with the clueless boy.

Mr. Stevens pinched and twisted her nipples. Bet knew he was trying to get a sound out of her. She yelped, but kept it under control.

"How long have you been going out?" Mrs. Stevens asked and gave the floor fuckers a smile.

Mr. Stevens changed his stroke. He switched to a stroke that was more pleasing to a woman. What was he up to?

"Ah, you two are always so cute."

Mr. Stevens pressed a fingertip into her ass, a crude sensation that made her scream into her pillow.

"Well it's about that time, you better start thinking about your futures."

Mr. Stevens poked her the same way again, but deeper She stifled a second outburst with her pillow. This was getting to be too much.

"I got married at 21, but that was a long time ago."

Mr. Stevens was back to caressing and kissing. He was really starting to hit now.

"Hold on. Mr. Stevens wants to say 'Hi'," the increasingly evil witch said as she slid close to the enjoined copulators.

"Hey, boy, how's it going? I'm kind of busy right now, but take care of your girl, alright?"

OK, this was no longer funny, Bet thought. She was fucking a jerk and his slut wife. She would have left the room, but she was so close to something. She wasn't exactly sure what. But she was close.

Now she knew! The first wave came on strong, the second stronger. She was coming. She tried to stifle her screams and she was doing pretty well. But Mr. Stevens wouldn't stop; he kept working her just right. She knew it wasn't for her, and that he just wanted her to be loud, but she was going to be just as selfish and enjoy every thrust.

Bet looked the bitch with the cell phone straight in the eyes and gave her a look that said she was getting it better from Mr. Stevens than Mrs. Stevens had ever gotten it.

Mr. Stevens continued to press her and her gasps were now audible. The press continued and she was getting loud. He pressed on and now she was screaming as loud as she could.

"Fuck me! Fuck your new little bitch."

Oh great, now she had blown it. She looked at the Mrs.

The Mrs. shrugged, "You guys couldn't keep it down. I hung up thirty seconds ago."

Now she was free to go out screaming as loud as she wanted too. And she went out loud. She was exhausted.

The Fat Fairy moved in and began to grope her.

"Can someone please fuck the fairy?" Mrs. Stevens asked.

The marine with the hard-on, the unpainted marine stepped up for duty. He dragged the fairy away, bent her over, and gave it to her like she hadn't had it in a long time. Everyone giggled, but it wasn't something you would want to look at for long.

Mrs. Stevens directed Bet's attention to her husband's dick. Except for a large glob of pre-cum he wasn't finished. How can it not be over, Bet thought.

Mrs. Steven's already had a tube of lube in her hand. She was greasing her husband's rod, a tool that she would do anything to take care of. A tool she was pleased to feed young neighbors to.

"I told you we were going to enjoy that ass," Mrs. Stevens said with a wink.

"Don't worry, I'm so fucking worked up, I'm going to pop in 10 seconds," Mr. Stevens assured the exhausted Bet.

Bet had had hers and now it was only fair that her master had his. 10 seconds wasn't long, either.

"10 seconds. Go slow," Bet acquiesced.

She crawled up to the couch and bent her chest over onto the cushions. No matter what, good or bad, Mr. Stevens' cock was about to teach her something new.

Mr. Stevens pressed his plum bob against her ass. Mrs. Stevens latched onto the two of them. She wanted to be apart of this.

"Go for it," Mrs. Stevens whispered.

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure. Pop!

It was in. Mr. Stevens had just pulled "10 seconds" out of the air, but now he really wasn't sure that he could go for much longer than 10 seconds. It was so tight. She was so small and he was so big.

"Oh my god, you are the slut," Emi the jism covered cat gibed.

Bet glanced at her and then looked away, because now she needed to do whatever it took to take care of this man, no matter how much of a slut she was required to be. And Mr. Stevens required a lot. Only one person mattered in this whole world to Bet and that was Mr. Stevens. And there was only one goal in this whole world right now and that was to get his cock off.

The pressure was intense and only the head was in, but Bet thought she could take it for 10 seconds.

"Come on move your ass honey," the witch mother directed.

Bet ignored her.

"Move your ass," Mrs. Steven repeated and gave that cute Asian ass a nice smack to get it going.

Bet ignored her again. She looked back towards her impaler, Mr. Stevens and asked, "Do you want me to move my ass, sir?"

"Yes, dear, move that ass" Mr. Stevens replied.

Bet slid back a fraction of an inch and it was almost unbearable.

"Keep coming, dear," Mr. Stevens coaxed.

"Yes, sir," and she slid back to take in a bit more and he slid in to give her a bit more than she had expected. She gasped and bit her lip.

"Owww! Oh my! Are you in?" Bet asked.

"About halfway," Mr. Stevens replied.

"Oh boy..."

Bet held her breath. A bit at a time, a bit at a time. Mr. Stevens was getting greedy and pushing in faster than before, but Bet thought that maybe all at once would be easier than a bit at a time. Bam! His hips hit her ass and he was as deep in as he was ever going to be. She was full, full of cock. A tear spilled out of each eye and she gasped some more, but this man was worth it. Mr. Stevens began to withdraw. Was he done?

No. Now he began to fuck that ass that he had worked so hard to get into. It was all his for the taking.

The fairy and the marine exploded into a loud messy orgasm and now it was time for the last man standing to get his. Mr. Stevens continued to work his young neighbor.

He was so huge. Bet thought she would never get used to it. But he was enjoying her ass and whispering in her ear how tight it was and how he was about to explode. And yet he hadn't exploded. He was riding her ass like a marathon runner.

Mrs. Stevens gave Bet's ass several hard slaps. "Hurry up!"

Bet pushed her hand away. "Only Mr. Stevens can smack my ass," she declared.

And Mr. Stevens began to smack that ass. And the more he smacked that ass the more she yelped. And the more she yelped the better ride that ass gave him. Oh, she felt good. Every pump, every squirm, every yelp brought him closer.

"10 seconds" turned into 10 minutes. 10 minutes that no one here would ever forget, especially not Mr. Stevens or his young Bet.

The position and the motion gave Bet one last surprise orgasm and she let everyone know it with a loud wail.

Halfway through that wail, Mr. Stevens grabbed Bet by the hair and she knew he was done. He plunged in deep one last time and he began to quake and shake and quake some more. He erupted like a geyser and began to pump her with a final series of sticky thrusts. The pumping continued and more and more semen spilled into and out of his new young friend.

At last he withdraw from her. She had been had and Mr. Stevens began to clean his cock. Bet turned around and jumped Mr. Stevens, kissing him full on the lips with as much passion as she could muster. Her heart ached and she didn't know how she would part from him. She whispered softly into his ear, "I'm yours."