Jonathan is a kind guy, a love animals, helping his parents or brothers as much as possible, and have always something to offer to his friends.
The only shadow, was this war that his familly have with the Dumontreux Familly. The Dumontreux are delinquant, robber and violent!
Since my elementary school i have been bullied by some of these monsters !
But whatever, today, Jonathan was going out to enjoy !
As Jonathan approached the quarter, a sense of unease crept over him. He knew the reputation of the place, the constant threat of violence and chaos that lingered in the air. But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the excitement of seeing his friends and playing football.
Jonathan walked briskly along the sun-
As he approached the park, he spotted Anthony kicking a ball against the wall, his tall, lanky frame silhouetted against the vibrant green grass. Jonathan picked up his pace, a wave of excitement washing over him. It had been too long since they last hung out, and he was eager to catch up on lost time."Hey,Anthony!" Jonathan called out, his voice echoing through the football ground. Anthony turned, his face breaking into a wide grin as he jogged over to meet his friend.
Anthony's eyes lit up as he saw Jonathan approaching."Jonathan! You made it!" he exclaimed, giving his friend a firm handshake and a pat on the back. "I was starting to think you'd stood me up."
Jonathan laughed, shaking his head."Not a chance. I wouldn't miss this for the world." He glanced around the football ground, taking in the lush greenery and the few people scattered about."So, what's the plan? Football first, or should we start with a walk and see if we can spot any cute girls?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Anthony chuckled, following Jonathan's gaze."Football first, definitely. We can't let our skills get rusty."He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye."But after that, who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky."
Jonathan wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The sun beat down mercilessly, making the grass beneath their feet feel like a furnace. Despite their best efforts, they had lost both matches, their opponents proving to be too skilled and coordinated. Anthony flopped onto the grass, his face flushed and his shirt drenched."Man, we really got our butts kicked today," he groaned, staring up at the cloudless sky. Jonathan sat down beside him, plucking a few blades of grass and twirling them between his fingers."Yeah, but it was still fun," he said, trying to stay positive. "At least we got some exercise in."Anthony turned his head to look at Jonathan, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth."Speak for yourself. I'm beat."He propped himself up on his elbows, scanning the park for any signs of potential company."
As Jonathan and Anthony strolled through the city, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the streets.The air was filled with the aroma of street food and the distant laughter of passersby. Suddenly, Jonathan's eyes landed on a group of girls sitting on a bench, chatting and giggling among themselves."Hey, Anthony,"he murmured, elbowing his friend discreetly."Check out those girls over there."Anthony followed Jonathan's gaze, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the attractive women."Wow, they're cute," he whispered back, a grin spreading across his face."You think we should go talk to them?"Jonathan nodded, a determined look on his face."Absolutely. Let's do this."He straightened his posture and ran a hand through his hair, trying to look his best as they approached the bench. The girls looked up as they approached, their conversations fading as they took in the sight of the two guys."
Jonathan flashed a charming smile as he spoke up."Hi there, ladies. Mind if we join you for a bit?"The girls exchanged glances, a few of them blushing slightly before one of them replied,"Sure, why not?"Jonathan and Anthony sat down on the bench, careful to leave a respectable distance between themselves and the girls."So, what brings you guys out today?"Jonathan asked, trying to start a conversations."Just hanging out, enjoying the nice weather,"one of the girls replied, her eyes flicking between Jonathan and Anthony."We were about to grab some ice cream. Want to join us?"Anthony's face lit up at the invitation."Ice cream sounds perfect. We'd love to join you,"he said, returning the girl's smile. Jonathan nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with these attractive girl."Lead the way,"
As the group finished their ice cream and conversations wound down, the girls began to gather their belongings, preparing to head home. Jonathan felt a pang of disappointment, knowing that the evening was coming to an end. But then, Solange, the girl he had been chatting with the most, turned to him with a shy smile."Jonathan, do you mind if I stay and talk with you for a little longer?"she asked, her eyes sparkling in the fading light."I'd like that,"he replied, his heart skipping a beat.Anthony gave him a wink and a thumbs up before saying his goodbyes and heading off into the night. Solange and Jonathan walked to a nearby park bench, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating their faces. They sat down, their shoulders brushing against each other. Jonathan's pulse quickened as he turned to face her, taking in her beautiful features."So, Solange,"he began, his voice low and gentle,"
Jonathan and Solange fell into an easy conversations, chatting about everything and nothing. They talked about their favorite movies, their hopes and dreams, and the little things that brought them joy. Jonathan was captivated by Solange's intelligence and wit, her eyes lighting up as she spoke passionately about the things she loved.He found himself leaning in closer, drawn to her warmth and energy. As the minutes ticked by, the park grew quieter, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Jonathan's gaze drifted to Solange's lips, his heart pounding in his chest.He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Their eyes met, and in that moment, he knew she felt the same spark he did."Solange,"he whispered, his voice husky with emotion,"I really like you."
Solange didn't reply at first, giving Jonathan a feeling of shame. Then, suddenly, Solange kissed with a rare sweetness the lips of Jonathan.
All of a sudden, this sweet moment were interrupted as Solange suddenly stood up, her expression turning serious."Wait, I have an urgent call that I completely forgot about,"she said, her voice laced with apology."I'm so sorry, Jonathan. I'll be right back."Before he could respond, she walked a few paces away, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke in hushed tones. Jonathan sat on the bench, feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment, trying to process what had just happened. Whatever the call was about, it seemed important, Jonathan sighed, reminding himself to be patient. When Solange finished her call, he would ask her what was going on and see if they could pick up where they left off.
Jonathan closed his eyes, leaning back against the bench and letting the warm sun wash over his face. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and focus on the present moment. As the minutes passed, Jonathan found himself drifting off, the gentle breeze and the sound of distant birds lulling him into a state of relaxation. He shifted on the bench, settling in for a short nap. But as he drifted off, a sudden realization jolted him awake. He sat up abruptly, his eyes scanning the park for any sign of Solange. But she was nowhere to be seen. He stood up, searching the area more thoroughly, but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him what he already knew. Solange had disappeared, leaving him alone on the bench.
Jonathan's heart sank as he realized Solange had vanished without a trace. He stood there for a moment, staring at the empty space where she had been, wondering if he had imagined the entire encounter. As he turned to leave, a familiar voice cut through the air, sending a shiver down his spine."Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Natasha sneered, her brown eyes flashing with malice as she approached him with her friend Perrine.Jonathan's stomach twisted into knots. Natasha, Natasha Dumontreux! This crazy familly ... She had a reputation for causing trouble, and he knew from experience that she was not someone to be trifled with.Perrine was a friend of her, she had also a bad reputation, but i didn't know her as much. Jonathan straightened his posture, trying to project a confidence he didn't feel."Natasha. Perrine. What brings you two here?"he asked, his voice steady despite the unease gnawing at his insides.
Natasha's lips curled into a smirk as she stopped in front of Jonathan, her tall frame towering over him. She crossed her arms, her pony tail swaying with the movement."Oh, I think you know exactly why we're here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We heard you were seen with my cousin, Solange. Quite the catch, isn't she?"Jonathan's heart raced as he realized that Solange were from this monster familly. He glanced at Perrine, who looked but said nothing. Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool."Look, Natasha, I don't know what you think you saw, but we didn't do anything wrong ! We were just talking !" he said firmly. "Ok you bastard i'll tell you. Solange called me few minutes ago ! She told me that you obliged her to suck you !!!!!" replied Natasha.
Jonathan's eyes widened in shock and disbelief at Natasha's accusation. His mind raced, trying to process the information. He knew Solange had disappeared suddenly, but he never imagined she would make up such a lie. "What? No, that's not true!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in defense."Solange and I were just talking, nothing more. She didn't do anything like that!" Natasha's smirk grew wider, a cruel glint in her eyes."Oh really? That's not what she told me. She said you forced her to suck you off, you disgusting pervert." Jonathan's heart sank as he realized the trap he had walked into. Natasha had set him up, using her cousin as bait to humiliate and torment him. He glanced at Perrine, hoping for some sign of sympathy, but her face remained neutral. She didn't seems to care at all.
Jonathan took a step back, his mind reeling from the accusation. Natasha's tall frame loomed over him, her dark eyes burning with anger and contempt. Her jogging clothes and sport shoes made her look like she was ready for a fight, and the way she clenched her fists at her sides only added to the intimidating aura she exuded."You're lying,"Jonathan said, his voice shaking slightly despite his efforts to remain calm. "Solange wouldn't talk this way. She's not like you."Natasha let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing through the empty park."Oh, you poor, naive boy. You have no idea what Solange is capable of. She's my cousin, and she knows better than to cross me."She took a step closer, her face inches from Jonathan's.He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, mixed with a hint of sweat from her workout."You messed with the wrong family, Jonathan".
Without warning, Natasha's fist slammed into Jonathan's face, sending him reeling backwards. Perrine moved swiftly, grabbing Jonathan's arms from behind and holding them in a tight grip, preventing him from defending himself. Jonathan struggled against her hold, but Perrine was surprisingly strong for her size. Natasha rained blows down on him, her fists connecting with his jaw, his nose, his eyes. Pain exploded through his skull with each impact, and he tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He tried to cry out, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of Natasha's grunts and the crunch of bone and cartilage. His vision blurred, and he felt himself growing weaker with each passing second. Darkness crept in from the edges of his sight, and he knew he was losing consciousness. As the last of his strength faded, he heard Natasha's voice, distant and muffled, as if coming from underwater."
Jonathan's limp body slumped in Perrine's backseat as she drove them to Natasha's house. His face was a mess of bruises and blood, his eyes swollen shut. Natasha directed Perrine to pull into the garage, and together they dragged Jonathan's unconscious form inside. They laid him down on the cold concrete floor, his breathing shallow and labored. Natasha rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out a roll of duct tape and a bottle of Scotch tape. She tore off strips of tape and began wrapping them around Jonathan's wrists and ankles, securing his limbs tightly to his body. Perrine held him down, pressing her knee into his chest to keep him still as Natasha worked. Once his limbs were immobilized, Natasha tore off a long strip of duct tape and pressed it firmly over Jonathan's mouth, sealing his lips shut. He lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as the two girls stepped back to admire their handiwork.
Natasha turned to Perrine, a wicked grin spreading across her face."Go upstairs and grab some beers, chips, and my stash. We're going to have a little party down here,"she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Perrine nodded, her expression unreadable as she climbed the stairs to Natasha's apartment. Natasha crouched down beside Jonathan's bound form, tracing a finger along his bruised cheek. He stirred slightly, a muffled groan escaping from behind the duct tape. Natasha chuckled darkly."Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be awake soon enough,"she murmured. "And when you are, we're going to have so much fun."She stood up and walked over to a shelf, pulling down a small speaker. She connected her phone to it and selected a playlist, filling the garage with loud, pulsing music.
Perrine returned, her arms laden with beer, chips, and a small baggie of cannabis. She kicked the door shut behind her and began dancing her way over to Natasha, moving her hips in time with the thumping bass. Natasha grinned, taking the beer and baggie from her friend. She cracked open a can and took a long swig, her eyes never leaving Jonathan's prone form.
Perrine's petite frame contrasted sharply with Natasha's tall, athletic build. Her light brown hair bounced as she danced, falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her brown eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, mirroring Natasha's own wicked expression. Despite their differences in style, the two girls shared an undeniable bond, their laughter and camaraderie filling the garage as they settled in for a night of torment and debauchery.
Jonathan's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurred and hazy. As consciousness returned, he realized he was lying on a cold, hard surface, his limbs bound tightly. Panic surged through him, and he let out a muffled scream against the duct tape gag. He thrashed against his restraints, but it was useless. The Scotch tape held firm, and he couldn't move an inch.Natasha appeared above him, her face a blur as she leaned in close."Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens," she sneered, her breath hot against his ear. "You're not going anywhere, Jonathan. You're our guest for the night."She straightened up, grabbing a beer from a nearby cooler. She took a long swig, then poured the remaining contents over Jonathan's face, soaking his hair and clothes. He gasped and sputtered, the cold liquid shocking him back to full awareness.
Natasha turned up the music, the bass thumping loudly through the garage. She grabbed another beer and flopped down on a nearby couch, ignoring Jonathan's muffled cries and struggles. Perrine joined her, taking a swig from her own beer bottle.Smiling, Natasha pulled out the baggie of cannabis and began rolling a joint. She licked the paper, sealing it shut, then held it up to her lips and lit it. She took a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before exhaling slowly, a contented sigh escaping her lips."Ah, that's the stuff," she murmured, passing the joint to Perrine. The two girls fell into easy conversations, laughing and chatting as if Jonathan weren't even there.
Perrine took a hit from the joint, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly. She glanced over at Jonathan, a thoughtful expression on her face."You know, I've been thinking about Michel," she said, turning back to Natasha."He's been in prison for a while now. Do you think he's okay?"Natasha snorted, taking the joint back from Perrine."Michel? He's fine. He's probably loving the free room and board," she said sarcastically. "Besides, he's 45. He's been around the block enough times to handle a little jail time."She took another drag, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Jonathan."Unlike some people, who can't even handle a few bruises."
Perrine nodded, taking another sip of her beer."Yeah, I guess you're right. Michel's tough. He'll be alright."She hesitated for a moment, then asked,"So, have you guys talked about having a baby when he gets out?"Natasha's face lit up, a genuine smile spreading across her features."Yeah, we have. Michel wants to start a family as soon as he's out,"she said, her voice filled with excitement."He says he's ready to settle down and be a dad."She looked down at her flat stomach, a wistful expression on her face."I can't wait to be a mom.I've always wanted a little one to call my own."
Natasha's eyes widened with excitement."Oh my god, Perrine! You're engaged?"sheexclaimed, leaning forward to get a better look at Perrine's ring. Perrine held out her hand, the diamond catching the light and sparkling beautifully."Yeah, David proposed last week before to leave"she said, a proud smile on her face."He's the one, Natasha.I know it."Natasha let out a squeal of delight, pulling Perrine into a hug."That's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"she cried, tears of joy in her eyes. She pulled back, wiping her eyes."You have to tell me all about the proposal! And the wedding plans! Oh, this is so exciting!"Perrine laughed, her own eyes shining with happiness."I will, I promise. But first, let's finish this joint and have another beer. We're celebrating!"
Natasha's jaw dropped Perrine just announced that she was pregnant! Natasha' eyes widening in shock."You're...you're pregnant?"she stammered, staring at Perrine in disbelief. Perrine nodded, a huge grin on her face."Yeah, I'm already three months along!"she exclaimed. "I wanted to tell you in person."Natasha let out a scream of excitement, jumping up and pulling Perrine into a tight hug."Oh my god, Perrine! This is incredible!"she cried, tears of joy streaming down her face."You're going to be a mom!"Perrine laughed, hugging her friend back just as tightly."I know, it's still sinking in,"she said, her voice filled with wonder."I can't wait to start showing, and shopping for baby clothes, and..."She trailed off, her mind racing with all the possibilities. Natasha pulled back, wiping her tears."We have so much to plan and talk about!"
Perrine's smile faltered slightly, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice."Yeah, about that..."she began, biting her lip."David won't be back for another year.He still has some time left on his contract."Natasha's face fell, her excitement dimming."Oh, Perrine,"she said softly, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder."That sucks. But hey, at least you'll have me to help you through it, right?" Perrine nodded, forcing a smile."Yeah, you're right. I'm lucky to have you."She sighed, resting a hand on her still-
Natasha abruptly stood up from the couch and walked over to where Jonathan lay bound and gagged. Without warning, she tore the duct tape off his mouth, the sudden release of pressure causing him to gasp in pain. Jonathan's eyes widened as he sucked in a breath, his throat raw and aching. He opened his mouth to scream, but before he could utter a sound, Natasha's voice cut through the air like a whip."Just scream one more time,"she warned, her eyes cold and deadly serious,"and I promise you, I'll burn you alive."Jonathan's scream died in his throat, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He believed her. There was something in her eyes, a madness and cruelty that told him she would carry out her threat without hesitation. He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between Natasha and Perrine, wondering what fresh hell awaited him next.
Jonathan's voice was hoarse and trembling as he asked,"What do you want from me?"Natasha's lips curled into a cruel smile as she crouched down beside him, her face inches from his."Since you raped my cousin..."she said, her voice low and menacing,"I'm going to teach you what it feels like to be on the receiving end."Jonathan's eyes widened in horror, his mind racing with the implications of her words. He shook his head frantically, desperate to deny the accusation."No, no, that's not true!"he protested. "Solange and I were just talking! I would never..."Natasha silenced him with a sharp slap across the face."Shut up,"she snapped. "I don't want to hear your lies."She stood up and turned to Perrine. "It's time to enjoy"
Natasha leaned over Jonathan, her face hovering inches above his."Open your mouth,"she commanded, her voice cold and demanding. Jonathan hesitated for a moment, his instincts screaming at him to resist. But the look in Natasha's eyes told him that disobedience would only bring more pain. Slowly, reluctantly, he parted his lips, his jaw trembling slightly. Natasha's mouth twisted into a sneer."Wider," she snapped. Jonathan complied, his mouth stretching wide open, his throat exposed and vulnerable. Natasha spat into his mouth, the saliva hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. She spat again, and again, each glob of saliva accompanied by a glob of phlegm, coating his tongue and filling his mouth with the bitter taste of her disgust. Tears streamed down Jonathan's face as he struggled not to choke, his body convulsing with the effort to swallow the foul mixture.
Natasha roughly pulled down her pants and underwear, exposing herself to Jonathan's shocked gaze. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her hairy pussy, the thick, black pubic hair a stark contrast to her pale skin. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman's private parts in person, and the reality was far different from the smooth, hairless images he had seen online. He felt a surge of fear and revulsion, his stomach churning at the sight. Natasha's pussy was fleshy, the lips swollen and glistening with moisture.The strong odor of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him gag.Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen. Natasha grabbed his hair, forcing his face closer to her crotch."Look at it!"she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt."This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Jonathan's tears flowed freely as he tried to turn his head away, but Natasha's grip on his hair was too strong. She sat down, straddling his face and pressing her pussy against his mouth.The warmth and wetness of her engulfed him, her pubic hair tickling his nose and lips.He gagged and choked as she ground herself against him, her juices coating his mouth and chin. The taste was overwhelming, a musky, tangy flavor that made his stomach roil with nausea. He tried to breathe through his nose, but the smell was even more intense, filling his nostrils and making his head spin. Natasha rocked back and forth, using his face as a toy for her pleasure, completely disregarding his distress. Her moans and gasps filled the garage, mingling with Jonathan's muffled cries and the sound of her wetness squelching against his mouth.
Natasha reached down and grabbed Jonathan's chin, forcing his mouth open wider."Lick my clit,"she commanded, her voice harsh and demanding. Jonathan gagged again, the taste of her pussy coating his tongue. He tried to shake his head, but Natasha's grip was too strong."Do it,"she snarled,"or I'll beat you to death."Tears streamed down Jonathan's face as he stuck out his tongue, the tip brushing against Natasha's engorged clitoris. She shuddered at the contact, a moan escaping her lips."That's it," she panted,"keep licking."Jonathan closed his eyes, his tongue moving mechanically over the sensitive nub, his mind numb with horror and disgust. Natasha's hips began to move, grinding her pussy against his mouth as she chased her own pleasure.
Natasha's breathing grew heavier as she rode Jonathan's face, her clit throbbing against his tongue. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face deeper into her crotch."Suck it"she demanded,"like a lollipop."Jonathan's eyes widened in shock, but he had no choice but to comply. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, his cheeks hollowing as he obeyed her command. Natasha moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his mouth."Harder,"she gasped,"suck harder!" Jonathan sucked with all his might, his jaw aching from the effort. Natasha's thighs clamped around his head, trapping him in place as she chased her orgasm. Her pussy pulsed and contracted, flooding his mouth with her juices as she came with a scream of pleasure. Jonathan gagged and choked, struggling to breathe as he was drowned in her release.
Natasha stood up, pulling her underwear and pants back into place. She looked down at Jonathan, who was coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down his face. A cruel smile played on her lips as she watched him struggle to catch his breath."There,"she said, wiping her hands on her pants as if to clean off any residue of him,"that's what you get for raping my counsin."She turned to Perrine, who had been watching the scene unfold with pleasure.
Perrine's eyes gleamed with excitement as she stood up and walked over to Natasha, a wide smile spreading across her face."My turn now,"she said, her voice bubbling with anticipation. Natasha grinned, clapping her on the shoulder."Have fun,"she said, stepping aside to give Perrine room. Perrine turned to Jonathan, her smile growing even wider as she looked down at his battered, tear-
Perrine climbed onto the couch, straddling Jonathan's chest. She grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his mouth open wide. He stared up at her, his eyes filled with terror, as she leaned over him. Without warning, she spat a thick glob of saliva into his mouth, the force of it hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. She did it again, and again, each spit more intense than the last. She made strange gurgling noises in her throat, as if trying to summon up as much saliva as possible, before launching it into Jonathan's mouth. He choked and sputtered, his face contorting with disgust as his mouth filled with her spit. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled not to vomit, his body shaking with revulsion.
Jonathan swallowed the bitter saliva, his throat burning with the effort. As Perrine leaned over him, her skirt rode up, giving him a clear view of her white panties. He noticed that her legs were thicker and softer than Natasha's, the flesh jiggling slightly as she moved. He felt a surge of disgust and fear, knowing that he was completely at their mercy. Perrine's spitting continued, her saliva dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He gagged again, his stomach churning with nausea. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Perrine finally stopped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiled down at him, her eyes cold and cruel. "Good boy,"she purred,"you're learning."
Perrine reached under her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her hairy pussy. The hair was a lighter brown than Natasha's, and not as thick, but still noticeable. Jonathan's stomach churned at the sight, his heart racing with fear. Perrine climbed off his chest and positioned herself above his face, straddling him. She lowered herself slowly, her pussy hovering just inches above his mouth. Jonathan could feel the heat radiating from her, and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for what was to come. Perrine settled onto his face, her heavy thighs clamping around his head, trapping him in place. Her pussy pressed against his mouth, the lips slick and wet. She began to grind against him, her juices coating his lips and chin. Jonathan gagged, the taste and smell overwhelming him.
As Perrine ground her pussy against Jonathan's face, he heard her say something that made his blood run cold."You know, I'm pregnant"she said casually, as if discussing the weather. Jonathan's eyes snapped open in shock, his mind racing. How could that be possible? Both she and Natasha already had boyfriends. The thought of Perrine being pregnant, of carrying another man's child, filled him with a sense of disgust and revulsion. He tried to turn his head away, but Perrine's thighs held him firmly in place. She continued to ride his face, her pussy sliding back and forth over his mouth and nose. Jonathan gagged again, the taste of her combined with the knowledge of her pregnancy making him feel sick.
Perrine's hips began to move faster, her breathing growing heavier as she chased her own pleasure."Suck harder" she demanded, her voice strained with exertion. Jonathan obeyed, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking with all his might. The taste of her, the smell of her arousal, the knowledge of her pregnancy, it all combined to create a sense of overwhelming disgust and humiliation. Perrine's fingers found her clit, and she began to rub it vigorously, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Jonathan felt her thighs tremble around his head, her body tensing as she approached orgasm. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowed, his jaw aching from the effort.
With a loud cry, Perrine reached her climax. Her body convulsed, her thighs clamping down on Jonathan's head as she squirted a torrent of cyprine into his mouth. The warm, salty liquid filled his mouth and throat, gagging him and making him choke. He struggled to swallow, but it was too much, and he felt it dripping out of his mouth and down his chin. Perrine's hips bucked wildly, her fingers still rubbing her clit as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Jonathan was drowning in her juices, his face soaked and his lungs burning for air. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Perrine's body went limp, and she climbed off him, panting heavily. Jonathan gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering, his face a mess of saliva, cyprine, and tears.
Perrine stumbled back to where Natasha was sitting, her legs shaky and her face flushed with post-
Natasha walked over to Jonathan, a roll of paper towels in hand. She tore off a few sheets and began wiping his face, cleaning off the mixture of saliva, cyprine, and tears."There, there," she cooed mockingly,"I'm just trying to be a good hostess and clean up my guest. See? I'm so kind." She tossed the used towels aside and stood up, a wicked grin spreading across her face."Now, it's my turn to try out this squirting thing. I've always wanted to know what it feels like. "Perrine, show me how you did it. I want to try it out on our little friend here."
Perrine nodded, stepping closer to Natasha."Okay, so first you need to find your G-
Natasha straddled Jonathan's face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth."Okay, let's see if this works,"she muttered, before plunging her hips down and forcing her pussy against his lips."Suck!"she commanded, her voice strained with effort as she began to rub her clit furiously. Jonathan had no choice but to comply, his tongue lapping at her folds as she ground herself against his face. The sensation of his mouth on her, combined with the intense stimulation of her clit, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Natasha's body. She moaned loudly, her hips moving faster and faster as she chased her orgasm.
Natasha's body tensed, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Suddenly, she felt a rush of liquid escaping her pussy, flooding Jonathan's mouth. But instead of the powerful squirting she had been expecting, it was a steady stream of urine. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening, but it was too late to stop it. The warm, bitter liquid filled Jonathan's mouth, drowning him as he struggled to swallow. Natasha gasped, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she continued to pee directly in his throat. Tears streamed down Jonathan's cheeks as he choked and gagged, his body convulsing with the effort to breathe.
Natasha's face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she looked down at Jonathan, his face soaked with her urine. Despite the unexpected outcome, she felt a thrill of power and dominance. "Swallow it!" she commanded loudly, her voice echoing through the garage."Every last drop!" Jonathan gagged and choked, his throat convulsing as he tried to comply. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the urine that dripped from his chin. Natasha watched with satisfaction as he struggled to swallow, his body shaking with revulsion."Good boy." she purred, her voice dripping with condescension."You're learning your place."
Natasha climbed off Jonathan, her legs shaking slightly as she made her way back to Perrine. Perrine was doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down her face."Oh my god, Natasha!"she gasped between giggles,"That was insane! I've never seen anything like it!"Natasha grinned, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks."I know, right? I had no idea it would be so intense!"She plopped down next to Perrine, still catching her breath. Perrine wiped her eyes, her laughter subsiding into chuckles."It was hot as hell! I didn't expect that! The two girls sat there, grinning at each other, the sound of Jonathan's muffled sobs filling the garage.
Perrine's eyes gleamed with a sudden idea, a wicked smile spreading across her face."You know, I think the beer gave me the urge to pee too,"she said, standing up and stretching languidly."She walked over to Jonathan, who looked up at her with a mixture of fear and disgust."Don't worry, sweetheart,"she cooed mockingly,"I'll make sure you get a nice, warm drink."She began to take off her panties, her eyes never leaving Jonathan's terrified face."Open wide,"she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips."i hope you love beer !!!"
Perrine turned around, facing away from Jonathan, and lowered herself onto his face. She positioned herself so that her asshole was directly above his nose, blocking his view of anything else. "There," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder with a wicked grin,"now you can admire my beautiful asshole while you drink."
Perrine began to ride Jonathan's face with wild abandon, her hips bucking and grinding against his mouth. She ordered him to suck hard on her clit, her voice demanding and cruel. Jonathan had no choice but to comply, his tongue lapping desperately at the sensitive nub. As Perrine rode him, her asshole came into contact with his mouth, the taste and smell overwhelming him. It was horrible, a mix of sweat, dirt, and something else he couldn't quite identify. He gagged and choked, but Perrine showed no mercy, continuing to grind her asshole against his face as she chased her own pleasure. Tears streamed down Jonathan's cheeks as he struggled to breathe, his lungs burning and his stomach churning with nausea.
As Jonathan's tongue probed her asshole, Perrine reached down and began to rub her clit vigorously. She was so close, her body tensing and shuddering with each pass of her fingers."That's it," she panted, her voice thick with arousal,"Suck, suck suck !!!"Jonathan gagged and choked, his face buried in Perrine's sweaty, dirty crack. The taste was overwhelming, gagging him and making him want to vomit. But Perrine's cruel words and the feeling of her fingers rubbing her clit pushed her over the edge. With a loud cry, she then slide her pussy back to Jonathan's mouth and started to urinate, her asshole contracting and pulsing in same time.
As Perrine urinated into Jonathan's mouth, her body convulsed with pleasure. Suddenly, a loud fart escaped her, the sound echoing through the garage. The smell was immediate and overwhelming, a mix of rotten eggs and something even more foul. Jonathan gagged, the combination of Perrine's piss and the noxious fumes making him retch uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to swallow the bitter liquid, his lungs burning for air. Perrine laughed, a cruel, mocking sound, as she continued to piss and fart all over his face.
Perrine climbed off Jonathan, her legs shaking slightly as she stood up.She looked down at him, a cruel smile on her face."Swallow it,"she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt."Every last drop."Jonathan gagged, his throat convulsing as he struggled to comply. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the piss and the remnants of Perrine's fart. He could taste the foulness of it all, the bitter urine and the rotten egg stench coating his tongue and throat. But he knew better than to disobey. With a shudder, he swallowed, his stomach churning with nausea.
Perrine walked back to Natasha, who was doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down her face."Oh my god, Perrine!"she gasped between giggles,"That fart! It was like a weapon of mass destruction!"She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag as she fanned the smoke in front of her nose."I swear, I think you killed a few brain cells with that one."Perrine grinned, plopping down next to her friend."Hey, I warned you not to stand downwind."The two girls laughed together, the sound filling the garage as they reveled in their cruel amusement.
Natasha took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes sparkling with curiosity."So, Perrine, how did it feel to have your asshole licked like that? I've never tried it before."Perrine shrugged, a satisfied smirk on her face."It was actually pretty great,"she admitted."I mean, it's not like I planned it or anything, but when it happened, it was intense. The sensation was so different from anything I've felt before."She glanced back at Jonathan, who was still lying on the floor, coughing and sputtering."I think I might make a habit of it."Natasha laughed, shaking her head in disbelief."You're a dirty girl, Perrine. I like it."
Natasha walked back over to Jonathan, a wicked gleam in her eye.She turned around and lowered herself onto his face, positioning her asshole directly above his mouth. Jonathan's eyes widened in horror as he got a good look at it. Natasha's hole was larger and more pronounced than Perrine's, the skin darker and more wrinkled. The smell was overwhelming, a mix of sweat, dirt, and something even more foul that made his stomach churn. He gagged and choked, his face buried in her crack, his tongue involuntarily probing the depths of her asshole. Natasha began to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm."Come on, Jonathan," she purred mockingly,"Show me what you can do with that tongue."
Natasha reached back and grabbed a handful of Jonathan's hair, forcing his face deeper into her crack."Lick it!"she commanded, her voice stern and demanding,"And I mean really lick it! Get your tongue as deep inside me as you can."She began to rub her clit vigorously, her hips bucking and grinding against Jonathan's mouth.He had no choice but to comply, his tongue probing and pushing against the walls of her asshole, the taste and smell overwhelming his senses. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breathe, his lungs burning and his stomach churning with nausea. But Natasha showed no mercy, continuing to ride his face and order him to lick deeper and harder.
Natasha's breathing grew heavier, her moans louder."Quickly, she gasped,"Suck harder!"Jonathan obeyed, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with all his might. The taste and smell were overwhelming, gagging him and making him want to vomit. But he knew better than to stop, knowing that Natasha's cruelty knew no bounds. He sucked harder, his tongue probing deeper, as Natasha's hips bucked and shuddered above him."Yes!"she cried out,"Just like that! Don't you dare stop!"Her body tensed, her asshole contracting and pulsing against his mouth.
Jonathan felt Natasha's asshole contract and relax repeatedly against his mouth, the sensation strange and unsettling, as if her asshole was kissing jo's lips. He realized with a sinking feeling that she was trying to fart, her muscles tensing and releasing as she bore down. He braced himself, knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Natasha's face turned red with exertion as she strained to release a fart, her muscles tensing and relaxing against Jonathan's mouth. But nothing came. She growled in frustration, her fingers flying over her clit as she rubbed herself furiously."Harder i told you!"she snapped at Jonathan. Jonathan sucked with all his might, his cheeks hollowed, his tongue probing and twisting inside her asshole. He could feel the pressure building, the sensation that something was coming. Natasha's hips bucked wildly, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she approached another orgasm.
Natasha suddenly ordered Jonathan to open his mouth wide, her voice strained and urgent. He obeyed without hesitation, his jaw aching from the effort. He heard a loud gurgling noise from Natasha's stomach, and his heart sank as he realized what was about to happen. Natasha's face contorted with effort as she continued to masturbate violently, her hips bucking and grinding against Jonathan's face. He braced himself, knowing that an explosive fart was imminent. Natasha's body tensed, her asshole contracting and relaxing rapidly against his open mouth."Oh fuck,"she groaned,"It's coming...Open wider!"Jonathan's eyes widened in horror as he felt something hard and solid pressing against his tongue, the smell of shit filling his nostrils.
Natasha's body convulsed as she began to shit, the hard mass pressing against Jonathan's mouth. But as she pushed, a series of loud, wet farts erupted from her asshole, the smell overwhelming and gagging. Jonathan gagged and choked, his eyes watering as the noxious gas filled his mouth and throat. Natasha's farts continued, one after another, each louder and more pungent than the last. The garage filled with the sound of her explosive diarrhea and the stench of her foul gas.Jonathan struggled to swallow, his stomach churning with nausea as he was forced to ingest both her shit.
Jonathan gagged and choked, his body convulsing as he struggled to swallow the putrid mixture of shit and farts that Natasha was forcing into his mouth. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the foul liquids that dripped from his chin. Natasha's farts showed no sign of stopping, each one louder and more pungent than the last. The garage was filled with the sound of her explosive diarrhea and the overwhelming stench of her foul gas. Jonathan's stomach churned violently, threatening to rebel at any moment. He knew that if he vomited, Natasha would only make him swallow it again. So he had no choice but to endure, his body wracked with gagging and retching as he was forced to ingest her waste.
Natasha climbed off him, her legs shaking slightly as she stood up. She looked down at Jonathan, a cruel smile on her face."Bon appétit..."she said mockingly,"
Natasha walked back to Perrine, who was still masturbating furiously, her fingers flying over her clit. She watched with satisfaction as Perrine's body tensed, her hips bucking and shuddering as she reached her climax. Perrine let out a loud cry, her juices squirting all over her hand and the couch. Natasha grinned, feeling a sense of power and dominance wash over her. She turned back to Jonathan, who was still lying on the floor, his face a mess of shit and tears."Looks like we made quite the mess." she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "But don't worry, we'll clean it up... eventually." She sat down next to Perrine, the two girls high-
After finishing their beer, Natasha and Perrine quietly gathered their things and left the garage without a word, leaving Jonathan alone in the darkness. He was still lying on the floor, his body shaking with sobs. He had swallowed as much of Natasha's shit as he could, but there was still a lot left in his mouth. He struggled to swallow, his throat convulsing with each attempt, but it was too much. He began to vomit, He gagged and choked, his lungs burning for air, but he couldn't breathe. His body convulsed violently, his eyes bulging as he gasped for oxygen. But it was too late. Within a few minutes, Jonathan's struggles ceased, his body going limp as he took his final breath and slipped into unconsciousness. The garage fell silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside.
DEAD END
By HistoireXscat (FF/M, masturbation, pregnancy, flatulence, watersport, scat femdom)