Charisma Part 3

Each thrust drove Tiffany forward on her elbows and knees, flattening her ass cheeks; each momentary withdrawal allowed her frame to lurch rearward again, jiggling her tits, and let her buttocks spring back to their normal firm, round fullness. “Uhhh!” Tiffany moaned with each shove of the pricks into her pussy and ass. “Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!”

While she was being brutally and savagely fucked in her cunt and her ass, Tiffany was aware of a few sensations other than those that resulted from these assaults on her body. She was conscious not only of being repeatedly slammed hard, of her body being rocked forward again and again under Charisma’s lunges, of the penis stuffing her cunt and of the penis stretching her asshole, of the sweat rolling from her ribcage and tummy and breasts, of the juices of her cunt and her ass trickling down her thighs, and of the orgasm building inside her loins, but she was also aware of a tightening of her abdominal muscles, a slimming of her waist, and a tapering of her hips inside the constricting corset. She was aware that her torso was undergoing physical changes much the same as her breasts, in enlarging to fill the cups of Charisma’s enchanted brassiere, had felt as if they were composed of shifting, rolling jelly. The corset was changing her--for the better, Tiffany hoped.

Charisma fucked Tiffany mercilessly, slamming her cocks home faster and harder until her hips were just a blur of motion. She fucked her visitor with an intensity of speed and force that would have been impossible had Charisma been a mere mortal rather than a sorceress. Her magic gave her superhuman strength and endurance, and she used these attributes to her advantage in fucking Tiffany. Her balls slapped against Tiffany’s ass cheeks and perineum as Charisma pounded her guest, banging her as fast and hard as she could make her own ass move.

“Uhhh!” Tiffany grunted. “Uhhh! Uhhh!” Orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave, and she howled, giving vent to the terrible pleasure that rocked her. Her cunt and her ass were awash in her juices. Streams ran down her thighs, dampening the couch’s velvet upholstery.