The Wackering

>wake up face down on your bed
>feel a weight on your hands and waist
>groggily look around
>see endless black hair to your left
>strain to look up on your right
>see Stevonnie giggling
>you feel a radiative warmth just above your bare ass

>you yell and struggle
>Stevonnie's grip tightens around your hands
>your arms and torso barely move despite putting all your strength into it
>Stevonnie, laughing, drops her weight onto you, forcing your face into your pillow
>you feel Stevonnie's soft bossom flattening against your back
>Stevonnie whispers "I'm going to give you your Wacker Manhood"
>you feel something hot, oily, and long pressed against your ass

>your voice is muffled through the pillow
>Stevonnie's hips rear back until you feel the tip pressing against your butt
>you clench tight
>frustrated, Stevonnie brutishly flips you around
>you and Stevonnie are now face to face
>you are in shock at the sudden change
>you try to call for help, but are cut off at "He-" before you are cut off by a passionate kiss.
>your deepening shock at the circumstances ends your resistance
>Stevonnie's right hand caresses you from your shoulder, down your chest, around your instictively stiffening wackering stick, and cups your marbels
>you feel Stevonnie's finger playing with your orifice
>you can't think
>by the time the second finger is in Stevonnie pulls her face back and smiles before jamming a pair of painties into your mouth

>Stevonnie stares at you for signs of resistance
>a grin expands as she discovers your newfound docility
>Stevonnie leaps backwards into the air and lands on the floor
>Stevonnie's hands grab your waist and pull your hips to the back edge of the bed
>Stevonnie's still partially soft 9" wackering stick quickly finds its target
>the tip is forced in
>the finger-play helped, but you feel a flash of pain
>your audible shock is muffled by Stevonnie's panty-brief fusion soaking up spit in your mouth
>still grinning ear to ear, Stevonnie slowly enters deeper, and deeper, and deeper, all the while getting harder, longer, and wider

>Stevonnie gets into a rhythm
>your eyes water, the pain is initially too much to bear
>Stevonnie graciously keeps it slow, and eventually the pain recedes, but Stevonnie never stops being ever so slightly too big
>your mind retreats into its happy place and reality washes away
>after several vigorous minutes, Stevonnie has progressed to rhythmically putting the entire length in
>audible slaps can be heard from outside the room
>Stevonnie slows, frustrated at the height of the bed
>Stevonnie's girth is removed and Stevonnie hops onto you, reaching over your for some reason, back to the other side of the bed
>Stevonnie's wackering stick, slimy from lube and your indecent juices, absent mindedly slaps against your face
>Stevonnie pops back fully into view and lands back in place, hands full of your pillows
>Stevonnie slides the pillows under your butt, inclining the rest of you body back, your hips up and legs dangling in the air
>Stevonnie's grin grows wild
>the wackering stick is forced in quickly, but this time you feel it roughly forcing itself past your prostate
>Stevonnie resumes as vigorously as ever
>your happy place begins to wash away as well, joining the puddle of reality on the floor, creating a pool of ecstasy

>the moment is like a sped up cycle of day and night, the blinding joy of being thrusted into followed by a pain darkly reminding you of what is actually happening
>your legs are being held up, running past Stevonnie's shoulders
>you feel not just the slapping of hips but also the slapping on your coccyx by Stevonnie's swinging family gemitals.
>after several minutes you wonder how this will end, in or out.
>looking at Stevonnie's drooling grin, you know not a single thought is being given to anything but pleasure
>panting and moaning, you resign yourself to whatever fate befalls you
>the pace quickens
>Stevonnie, still holding your legs, begins to leans over you, using the fact that your legs can't bend any closer to your abdomen as leverage to stay upright.
>eventually Stevonnie is almost hopping into the air with each thrust, as if to try to get more resistance on the base when fully inside
>this new movement is obviously putting Stevonnie over the edge
>you feel pulsing, inside
>Stevonnie's thrusts suddenly become shallow and slow, each accompanied by a groan
>the white haze recedes and you realize where you are again
>you touch your face, your hand pulls back a white string of goo, tracing itself back to your cheek
>"outside then" you think to yourself
>you see Stevonnie above you, panting
>Stevonnie pushes your legs aside, leans in, and kisses you on the mouth, pulling back a pair of soaked panty-briefs by the teeth
>you feel one last pang of feeling as Stevonnie's length withdraws from inside you before Stevonnie strides away
>... inside ...
>you look at the white goo on your hand
>it was yours