Without warning Sarah shifted from petting Damon's head to putting direct force on his scalp. This had the effect of driving her toy deeper down her cock, and she shivered with excitement as he tried to resist being forced into the organ all the way to his nipples. "Don't fight it too much Damon, you might hurt yourself."
For his part he did his best to remain silent and unmoving, buy the tightness of his fleshy restraints caused him to struggle for air. As the glans swallowed his shoulders he felt even more force driving him downward, and soon enough his neck and face all they way past his nose were consumed as well. Precum slowly dribbled past his mouth and nostrils as he sank further and further down the rod but he somehow manged to find a way to breathe.
"I've been thinking about this ever since I invented that powder. I know it's weird, but I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted to try with this more than you." Sarah leaned down and tenderly kissed the tip of her cock, in turn kissing Damon's head, and Damon felt like he was going to cry because of how messed up this situation was.
Why was his sister such a pervert? Why did she have a penis? Why did he have an erection of his own right now?
Before he could come up with any answers he lost his ability to see, and the feeling of open air on the top of his head was replaced with the slick squelching of inner flesh as his body now lay completely inside his sister's cock. Outside Sarah carefully made a ring with her index finger and thumb to drive the four inch long bulge that represented her brother deeper and deeper into the depths of her foot long monster. "Gonna love feeling you squirming around in my sack, "little" bro. In time I think you're gonna love it too."
With slow and steady strokes she arduously guided her brother down the shaft, pausing every few seconds to keep herself from coming and expelling her passenger early. It was a bit like squeezing a toothpaste tube from the end down, except backwards. Sweat beaded from Sarah's forehead as the pleasure rose her heart rate to astronomical levels. More and more she just wanted to release her pent up passion. But she knew she couldn't, not until Damon had reached his destination.
Damon could barely move, but despite the precum flowing past his face he found little pockets of air that were being forced down by his sister's ministrations that allowed him to keep breathing. He too was sweating bullets, and his libido was even more unsatisfied than that of his captor. Perhaps as a survival tactic he had chosen to ignore the specifics of his situation, but he couldn't deny that despite how terrified he was he was incredibly turned on.
By this point Sarah could feel Damon's feet just beginning to emerge into the confines of her sack. She redoubled her efforts to imprison him, and in mere moments she looked down to see the bulges created by his feet pushing out of the front of the gigantic scrotum. Soon after the shape of Damon's legs joined them, followed by a pair of hand prints and the sensation of his head escaping the grasp of her urethra in a quick wet pop.
At that moment she all but screamed in climax from the thought of an entire human being held in the confines of her balls, as heady white ropes spewed forth from the tip of her penis like a reciprocating sprinkler. Damon came as well, having been unable to control himself since at least halfway down the shaft and now finally having the physical ability to relieve himself allowed his own seed to escape as the white substance surrounding him was forced out of the space in a flash.
In the afterglow Sarah sighed contentedly as she cupped a breast in one had with her balls in the other. She could feel every little movement he made and the feeling of power it gave her was undesirable. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, delighting as her hefty globes swayed back and forth with the added weight of her prisoner. The softening phallus soon joined their entourage in swinging recklessly back and forth with the motion of her ample hips.
Damon was completely spent it seemed, and his sister pouted a little over the fact that he wasn't squirming as much as she would have liked. The experience of the last half hour had defied all expectations though, so Sarah decided to cut him a break. She then walked to a dressing mirror and smiled as she spotted the bulge Damon passively made in her sack.
Her next game was yet to be decided, though a more pressing concern was whether or not she was going to take a nap. While she came to a decision she elected to change out of her cum stained clothing. As she pulled a pair of boxer briefs over her still softening cock she took great pleasure over the feeling of her brother being compressed into a slightly smaller space, using her hand to give her nuts a gentle squeeze before laying down once more.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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