Transformation to a Faun

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This story contains some rough sexual activities.

All participants are 18, this is fiction, and should not be replicated without the consent of all parties.

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I had a sleepover with four of my friends -- Alan, Billy, Ricky, and Christian. Billy and Ricky weren't related, but they could have been -- they both had pale blonde hair and the same build as me -- skinny, bony, not a lot of muscle and no fat. Christian had black hair and was super flexible and starting to show muscle. Alan of course was skinny like Ricky, Billy, and me, taller than Ricky and Billy but not as tall as me, and had his brown, curly hair. We were in a tent we'd put up outside, a lantern on. It was late. We'd just finished playing strip poker and were taking turns grabbing each other's dicks.

"Too bad we didn't invite any girls," Ricky said, and I realized what a great idea that would have been -- maybe next time. No, definitely next time. First, I needed to find some girls our age. Luckily, school would start back after the weekend. It occurred to me that I could use my newfound powers to "get to know" some girls.

For now, I had something planned. My cock was rock hard, my balls were burning, and I could see every detail of the boys, despite the dimness of our battery-powered lantern. "We could get my mom," I said. I'd actually talked to her about this and she, under the influence of my power and her own natural submissiveness, had agreed.

"What do you mean 'get your mom?'" Christian asked.

We had some duct tape we'd used to repair the tent and I grabbed it and pulled a strip up. "We could get her. Sneak into her room, tape her up, including her mouth, and do what we want to her."

There was a pause as my friends thought about this. I could see their cocks seeming to get harder, thoughts about the possibilities of what I was saying going through their minds showing on their faces. "What about your dad?" Ricky asked finally. The blonde boy was practically salivating, ignoring questions of what my mom might think and going straight to avoiding someone stopping us.

"He's sleeping on the couch with his noise-canceling headphones on."

"Why?"

"I don't know," I lied. Actually, he was on the couch because I'd told him what we were going to do. And the headphones weren't turned on because he wanted to be able to listen. I had really planned this out.

"But it's your mom," Billy whispered, half in hope, half in a kind of panic.

"I know. Isn't that nasty?" I grinned malevolently. The other boys' faces turned feral as they agreed.

We "snuck" over to my parents' room. We were all still naked and we shivered, both from the feeling of the cool night air and the excitement of being naked outside. My parents had a large master suite with an en suite bathroom and double French doors into the yard. We very quietly opened the unlocked French door on the left and tiptoed in. There was a noisemaker on to help mom sleep, theoretically, but actually to give the impression it was drowning out the sound of us sneaking in. Mom looked like she was asleep on her back in the middle of the bed -- actually she wasn't asleep, she was just pretending as we snuck in -- her arms over her head. She had covers up to her stomach and a powder blue nightgown with a lace collar on over her huge tits.

I crept up onto the bed, crawling slowly, until I was on my knees over her head, my cock pointing at the part of her hair. I had two strips of duct tape ready and hanging from my collarbone and I set the roll next to my leg. I took one strip, held it up over my head so the guys could see and, suddenly, slapped it down over my mom's mouth. Her eyes snapped open but, supposedly before she could move, I had the second wrapped around her wrists. "Get her," I hissed. I shifted to the side and used my leg to hold her arms above her head as I used the roll of tape to wrap her wrists tighter together. My friends didn't need to be told again. Alan was the first on the bed, the skinny naked boy clawing her nightgown up around her neck and, as soon as they were exposed, biting her big tits with their big hard nipples. The next day, my mom would have several bite-shaped bruises on them.

The other boys pulled the covers down. "She's not wearing panties!" one of them -- I could see it was Ricky -- exalted. He was between my mom's legs almost instantly. "Hold her legs!" he said, and Billy and Christian listened, grabbing my mom's legs, soft and round yet muscular, and pulling them so they were flexed up and apart. Mom struggled as Ricky finally got between her legs and lined up his teen cock with her pussy. Her struggling, which got more violent as my friend shoved his cock deep into her middle-aged cunt, just inflamed all of us more. Ricky lay on top of the tall woman as he fucked her. The three of us were holding her so his hands were free. He had one on her neck and one gripping one of her huge tits. He was squeezing both but wasn't strong enough to actually hurt my mom. His face was buried in her other tit and was slobbering all over it as he sucked on it and left more bite marks. The sound of his hips hitting my mom's big ass filling the room over my parents' noisemaker, I could see his skinny white butt moving up and down between my mom's thighs and I imagined his cock going in and out of her wet cunt below her black bush. My friend was a young man and had actually shot his wad after two strokes, but he kept going until he shot the second one too. In the dark, with my enhanced vision, I could see the evil smiles on all the boys' faces. I could see as well that my mom's eyes were closed, her mouth trying to open to moan under the tape. Before he got off her, Rick reared back his clenched fist and fell forward as he punched my mom right in the breadbasket. She "oofed" and tried to pull her arms down to protect herself, but I held them there. Ricky switched places with Christian as she struggled to take in a breath.

"I'm gonna fuck her in the ass," Christian practically yelled. He looked like he was in the right position and, later, mom told me that he did indeed raw dog her ass. The boy wasn't lubed and, as much as my mom was into the whole scene, it still hurt. She was squealing around the gag and thrashing about as we continued to hold her helplessly in place. Christian didn't slow, no matter the drag of her asshole on his cock, and soon the sound of his hips hitting her ass also filled the air. Mom would tell me later that the pain in her asshole burned but also turned her on so that her cunt got even wetter and her natural, personal lubricant eventually ran down to her asshole, though it wasn't enough to stop the burning. Christian was grimacing, his face tense as he worked past the burning on his cock skin to fuck my mother wildly.

All of us were turned on, me more than the others I thought - my cock was so hard -- because she

was

my mom. I was kneeling above her head, my ass on her arms, her fingers trying to clench my butt while I rubbed my cock on her forehead. Then I bounced up and down, slapping her forehead with my dick. It didn't make a sound but I liked the feel of her brow on the tip. With nobody lying on mom or sucking her tit, Alan straddled her chest so his cock was between her boobs. He pushed the big melons around his cock and, before he even had a chance to thrust between the sweaty mounds, quickly shot a load on her neck, giving her a "pearl necklace." We stared down as Christian came once in mom's ass but also kept fucking her. She said his cum at least relieved the burning in her ass as it lubed his cock.

Alan started rubbing the cum on my mom's throat then wrapped his hands around her neck, not worrying about getting his cum on them as he started squeezing, choking her, slowly increasing the pressure. Mom was twisting her head back and forth, really trying to pull her arms down but I held them, so she tensed her stomach pulled her legs up. That just made it easier for Christian to fuck her ass. The black-haired boy came again as the MILF went limp, falling unconscious, and I knocked Alan's arms away so she could breathe again. Mom's whole body shook as she regained consciousness with Christian's dick still in her ass. He pulled out and told Alan to take his place between mom's legs.

Alan knelt on the bed between mom's legs and went crazy violent. He started slapping her pussy, hard, filling the room with the sound of his palm hitting her most sensitive skin. She squealed around the tape and the boys holding her legs apart had to work to keep them up and apart. She was shifting her hips around uncontrollably to try to escape Alan's vicious hands with no effect. I didn't know my friend had so much anger in him. He hadn't been this way with his mom, but maybe he just felt more comfortable slapping my mom's pussy instead of his own mother's. Maybe he thought that there would be less consequences. Mom's pussy quickly started turning bright red. She later told me that this was the most pleasurable of the things that were new for her that night. It surprised her at first, and hurt, but then started to turn her on.

Christian climbed up until he was straddling my mom's neck and ripped the tape off her mouth. "Suck your ass, bitch!" he hissed. Christian didn't have the best aim so my mom had to reach for his cock with her mouth, darting her head forward, to start giving head. I could just stare in surprise as Christian shoved his cock down her throat. This was the first time I had seen my mom suck anybody but me and she was obviously really into it. Christian closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Alan was still slapping mom's pussy but then he shoved his whole hand into it. Mom bucked her hips up and groaned. "God, she's so wet!" Alan shouted, forgetting to whisper, his wrist disappearing between her cunt lips.

"Shhhh!" we all hissed in unison.

"Flip her over!" Billy hissed. That was going to be a chore so we all worked together. I started twisting mom's arms. Christian bent way over and, holding mom's head to his pelvis, rolled over onto his back, twisting her head around, making her have to turn over. Billy and Ricky tossed her legs over so she her body was able to turn until she was on her stomach. Mom straightened out her legs but Alan just ducked under the one coming over his head and kept his fist in her pussy. Once she was in place, Billy crawled up to straddle mom's, now straight, legs and Alan's arm, and drove his cock between her huge asscheeks and deep into her asshole, well lubed now with Christian's spunk. The slim blonde boy groaned as he entered the curvy MILF's back door.

Christian locked his legs around mom's neck and pulled her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck it, bitch!" he hissed again, and she sucked, gagging and coughing as he fucked her face, the older woman gasping to breathe. Billy, his cock deep in mom's asshole, his glasses fogged up, let his own sexual rage go and started punching mom's back in the ribs, causing hollow echoes to thud from her chest. She was also groaning low, in between choking episodes caused by Christian's cock.

The dark-haired beauty pulled her head off Christian's cock long enough to groan, "Harder. Hit me harder," then gave back into Christian's pressure and went back to suck him. Billy, his cock still motionless in her ass, started using both fists to hammer down on her back. The next day mom had bruises all over her back and ribs which she showed off to me. Alan took this moment to again twist his fist in mom's cunt and the tall woman started coming, her whole body shivering and writhing in place, her moans more frantic. Billy was about to come and, leaning way forward on the tall woman, having to bow at the stomach to get over her huge ass, he started trying to donkey punch my mom in the back of the head. Christian had to move his arms from around her head so Billy could hit his target. Instead, the dark-haired boy just grabbed my mother's black hair on either side of her head. It was quite a reach for Billy and the blonde teen with the glasses was a wimp so it made his punches weak, more like taps. Mom's orgasm got obviously more intense. Mom was choking on cock and getting pummeled when Christian shot his load into her throat and choked her even more, coughs escaping through her nose. I fended Billy's fists off when I saw mom's orgasm subsiding.

"Let's tie her in position," I said, "so dad can find her this way."

"Flip her back first," Alan said and we worked together once again to accomplish the turn, twisting her on Alan's fist and making her come again, visibly and violently shaking and writhing, twice in short order. We grabbed power cords and I tied her wrists with one, looping it to make it get tighter if she pulled on it before tying it to the bars at the head of the bed. Billy was just whipping mom's belly and tits with his power cord while Alan started lightly punching her pelvis over her black full bush and into her pubic bone.

"Give it a break," I said to the two of them and they stopped, looking sheepish.

Ricky and Christian tied my mother's ankles to each of the footboard bedposts, which made her legs open quite wide. Nastily, she was oozing cum from her pussy and even more from her asshole. I went through mom's drawers till I found her collection of vibrators. Alan finally pulled his fist out of my mom's cunt, causing her whole lower body to spasm reflexively, then I shoved two of the plastic vibrators, one blue and one green, up her snatch and a red one up her ass. I tied them in place and left them on, leaving mom to orgasm more, whether she wanted it or not.

"Oh, Godddd. Stooop. It's too much," mom groaned, eyes closed, just feeling her body come. I found a pair of her dirty panties and shoved them in her mouth and then taped over it, wrapping the tape all the way around her head and then over the crown of her head and under her chin to hold it in place. Her breath was whistling and gurgling through her nose.

"Let's get one of your sisters," Alan said while my mom writhed on the bed from the vibrators.

"Which one?" Billy said.

"Let's get Anna," I said, thinking we could, unlike Nif, fuck her pussy without worry but saying, "She's blonde," like that made her more desirable. I was afraid the guys would want to gangbang the virgin.

"Yeah!" Ricky and Christian agreed. They both liked blondes.

"First, let's pee on this bitch!" Christian said, then looked embarrassed. The others looked at me so standing over my mom, I aimed my dick at her tits and shot them with a stream of pee before moving up to her face; she squinted her eyes shut. They all joined in, Christian cutting a hole in the duct tape over her mouth and spraying it in until mom's panties were soaked and she was swallowing his urine. Christian laughed that she was drinking his pee. Alan was spraying mom's stomach and pelvis, her red snatch obviously burning from the pee on her tortured pussy. She was shaking her hips in pain. Ricky first shoved his re-hardening penis into my mom's pussy, around the vibrators, to pee and then, once done, made room so Bobbie could do the same thing with her asshole.

That done, I sent the guys back to the tent and told them to be ready. I tiptoed through the living room, only stopping to tell dad, "Mom's ready for you." He practically leapt up, naked, with a huge boner and ran to the double doors leading to their room. He saw what we'd done to his wife and turned to mouth "Thank you" before going and closing the door. I wondered what he was going to do to her. Whatever it was, the next day they assured me it was some of the best sex they'd ever had. Later that same day, once dad was out of earshot, mom told the gangbang by me and my four friends was even better.

I knocked on Anna's door and peaked in. She was in bed with a comforter over her, her white sleeping shirt visible over her shoulders and her blonde hair spilling on the pillow. "Sis," I said quietly.

"Mmm," she said, looking over and rubbing her eyes.

"Hey, sis, I need some help."

"Hmm." She rubbed her eyes some more. "What's up?" and she looked less bleary.

"There's a problem in the tent," I said, making air quotes when I said "problem."

"Problem, huh," she said, seeming to clear up. "What kind of problem?"

"A kind that only you can solve."

"Mom didn't solve it? You all were making enough noise." She yawned.

"We're still horny," I explained, then thought about it. "I guess we could come in here."

My oldest sister looked alarmed at the thought of my friends invading her room. "Well, I guess I've got no choice," she sighed. "Don't want my room trashed."

We went outside to where the tent was set up. It was a weird tent, like two two-man tents sewn together. It had a height of four feet, so people generally couldn't stand up in it but they could crouch. It was made to be low profile and the door was even shorter, about two feet high. You had to crawl in. Inside, it was completely dark.

"You have a flashlight?" she said.

"That's part of the problem," I pretended to lie.

"Wanna show me what the problem is?"

"You just have to crawl in," I said. "I'll be right behind."

"Right behind...my behind?" she said, smiling saucily. "How many of your friends are in there?" she whispered at me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." My vision sharpened and I could see everything in the night. I could see the other boys waiting in the tent, their cocks hard.

She grinned, her eyes laughing. "Are they naked?" she whispered again.

I shrugged a "maybe."

"What would happen if I just made a run for it?" she said completely seriously, her smile belying the gravity of the conversation we were having.

"I'd catch you," I said, grinning wolfishly.

She sighed. "Okay, what do I need to do?"

"Just crawl in."

"Should I resist?"

"Yes, please."

Anna, my blonde sister, smiled ruefully and got on her hands and knees outside the tent door. The hem of her sleeping shirt was hanging from her waist and lower back, which was bowed. She was wearing white panties that covered her hips and nice, round ass. She had white ankle socks on her feet.

"Okay, boys," she whispered. "I'm coming in. Be gent.." and I grabbed her soft yet firm ass over her soft cotton panties and pushed her into the tent, her legs straightening out with the socks still on, her arms flying out.

Christian grabbed my sister around the neck and covered her mouth with his hand. "Get her arms!"

"Get the shirt off!"

"Get the panties off!"

"Get her legs!"

I took command. "Get her shirt over her arms," and the four of us besides Christian pushed it up and pulled it off over her arms so she was naked from neck to hips, the shirt bunched around her neck, her bare tits rubbing into the tent floor. "Now the arms!" Two of the others grabbed her wrists and held them crossed behind her back so I could cuff them together. She was trying to kick her feet on the tent floor but Alan was sitting on her legs and he had a knife he was using cut off her panties. He passed them to Christian who briefly uncovered her mouth so he could shove them in and then held them there. We liked using dirty panties as gags -- it was so nasty.

Anna was twisting back and forth as Christian pulled the shirt up over her head but left the neckhole in place so her face and head were covered. Billie reached under the prone woman and grabbed a big bunch of breast to squeeze and twist. Her panties cut away, Alan used the knife -- more of a box cutter -- to cut light red lines in Anna's firm ass, making her squirm and twist even more.

"You like that, bitch?" I asked.

"Mm hmm," she answered.

"You gonna do what we tell you?"

"Mm hmm," she said, nodding her head and calming down.

"Anything?"

Another nod and statement of assent.