For a long moment the girl stared at the 9 inch toy in her hands, the urge to try and practice deepthroating it again becoming more and more overpowering.
With little more than a thought, Jen crawled over to the edge of the bed, flipping onto her back, and throwing her head over the edge. She'd seen it done in videos, and from what she understood it made it easier to deepthroat things like this?
She really wasn't sure how or why it did so, just that it apparently did. But really, none of that was important right now. Looking at the long toy, she couldn't help but grin. Then, slowly... ever so slowly in order to build up the tension for herself she started to inch it closer and closer. Finally giving it a little kiss as the fake dick lighted upon her lips. Just the slightest touch was enough to leave her shivering. Again and again she allowed it to slide across her lips.
Each time she gave a short moan as her ability to tease herself slowly collapsed, and before too long wrapped her lips around the tip. In and out it pistoned, little by little. Each time she plunged it into the hole in her face, she did so a little deeper. All the while her fingers danced across her other lips, petting and patting, all without ever penetrating.
But there was only so long that Jen would be able to stop herself from her actual goal. And with a moment of pause, she pushes on, slamming the toy to it's hilt, the clit stimulator at it's base doing it's job and suddenly all that Jen can see is stars, before the world vanishes into the darkness completely.
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Slowly, the world starts to return, as Jen gives an appreciative little hum. She'd never... No orgasm had ever felt that good. It felt like not just one, but like she had been cumming twice over, stacking atop each other and turning the whole of her world into pure pleasure. She lay on her bed for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before slowly sitting up, At first she tried to move her head, but it felt like there was something stuck... stopping her from.
Jen paused, hands shaking lightly, but she slowly drew them up to her throat. She could feel the bulge of her toy sticking down into her neck. She should be chocking. Hell, with the toy in her throat like that, she should be dead.
Is she dead? She certainly doesn't feel dead. Reaching up, she grabs the base and slowly starts to pull, and hearing a very familiar and somewhat erotic noise as she does. This should hurt.
Pulled free she waits, expecting herself to be gasping for air... but the sensation never comes. The need never rears it's head. Glancing down at herself she certainly doesn't look dead, and when glancing back at the bed it doesn't look like there is a corpse there either.
So what the hell happe- That. Little. Bitch.
Conner. Or whatever his name was. He mentioned getting pantsed, but the only person who got pantsed was some freshman - Jen didn't know their name, nor did she care. He got pantsed by one of the Swim Team because they found him trying to drill a hole from the men's locker room to the girl's locker room and instead of getting him in... You know, legal trouble for damaging school property, they pantsed him and warned him that doing something like that again would end up with the cops involved.
She had hung up on him after he tried to use the old town curse, and she had hoped that... Well first off that the curse wasn't real. But also that hanging up would prevent him from actually giving the curse. Dropping her head into a hand she attempted to sigh.
Then she froze. Because that was a familiar feeling on her hand. Damp and warm and a little bigger than she's used to. But that's still a pussy on her face.
She slowly poked and prodded, making sure that yes.That is indeed what it feels like.
The girl ran into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror. Affirming for a third time that what she's feeling is what she's seeing, and is indeed of all indeeds what she thought it was.
Her mouth and her nose have been replaced with a sex organ.