All Characters Portrayed on this site are 18 Years of Age or Older
Carmodie Banger and the Nymphus Chevron
Chapter 1 • Part 3
The blonde coed gagged, her shoulders convulsing and her tiny body shuddering as her head pulled away.
“Auuuuckkkkhh-waaaa, huhhhh… huhhh…huh.”
“Uhhhhh….uhhhhhghaaa.”
Willow Gaggenlick exhaled gasping for air. Completely overwhelmed by the size of his cock as it slid down her throat.
“No!” Thundercock boomed.
“You don’t take my cock out of your mouth until I tell you to take it out!”
The third-year lurched, sputtering and spitting below him.
She struggled for breath, saliva spewing from her lips, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
He reached behind her head and stuffed his cock back into her mouth and began thrusting —never fully pulling out before he forced himself deep down her throat again. His balls slapping violently against her chin.
Thwap “Ulllch.”, Thwap “Ulllch.”, Thwap “Ulllch.”, Thwap “Ulllch.”
She gulped, her throat contracting in rhythm with his thrusts.
“nnnnnnnnnggggghaaa… ummmphaaaa!”
Willow lurched her head back once again and took a deep gasping breath.
“Hwuuuuuhhhh… hwwuhhhhh… pfthwptttf… pfffttt…”
Exhaling heavily, she spit saliva from her lips trying desperately to catch her breath. Sweat streamed down her face, stinging her eyes, her pulse roaring in her ears. She tried to straighten, failed, and dropped her head instead, shoulders shaking with every ragged inhale.
“You are fucking worthless!” Thundercock raged.
He slapped her face and shoved her to the floor. She looked up at him shaking, cowering on her knees. Saliva flowed down her chin onto her tits.
“Get over here and show her how it’s fucking done!” he roared.
Kitty Bawls, was kneeling just to the left of her blonde classmate anxiously awaiting her turn.
Apprehensively, she leaned forward, and began licking his cock before sucking it between her lips.
“Ackkk… ukkk…ulllppppppp… “
He began thrusting his hips.
Fuuullppp— Fuuullppp— Fuuullppp
His cock slid wet and hard in and out of her throat. He held her head pulling it into him and she swallowed his cock down to the base of his balls.
“Unnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmphhh. Ack-uccckkk.”
She lurched and gagged each time the tip of his enormous manhood pressed against the back of her throat.
Holding her head tightly, he kept it there until her eyes bulged and she gripped his thighs digging into them with her fingernails.
Finally, he released her head and she yanked away sputtering and coughing. Her breathing was heavy and desperate as she tried in vain to recover before the next onslaught. She bent forward, hands braced on her knees, chest heaving as she fought for air that didn’t seem to come fast enough.
“Uhhhh… uhhhh… huh… huhhhhhwaaa.”
The brunette looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Uhhh… uhhnnn… uh!”
When she realized he demanded more she reluctantly opened her mouth and swallowed him again —choking , gagging, waiting with tears streaming from her eyes, desperate to please him.
Thundercock scowled down at the sobbing blonde kneeling at his feet and finally allowed Kitty to breathe.
“Uhhhhhhhaaaa… pfffttt… uhhhh… pffftt… uhhh… uhh.”
Kitty gasped, desperately, fluids flooding down her chin.
“That is how you suck a cock you lazy fucking bitch.” Thundercock boomed at Willow, his voice cold and exacting.
“That is how you suck a cock you lazy fucking bitch.” Thundercock boomed at Willow, his voice cold and exacting.
Publicly, the headmaster was known as a charming man—handsome, accomplished, effortlessly magnetic. His laugh came easily, his stories flowed, and his long white beard only added to his mystique.
He was fit and powerful for his age, and somehow seemed to grow more striking with each passing year. Women—students and professors alike—were drawn to him as if by spellcraft alone. Around him, they felt singular, luminous, as though the rest of the world had quietly ceased to exist.
In private, however, he was something else entirely.
Every detail mattered. Every deviation was an affront. His dual nature explained why Buxomwitch University ran with ruthless precision—nothing happened on campus without his knowledge or consent.
Domineering. Exacting. Intolerant of the slightest imperfection. And rough! With an unquenchable desire to dominate completely any woman he was with.
And he demanded to be pleased by the female students and faculty alike. A summons to his office was almost always rough, humiliating, painful, and exhausting.
And yet, when those summoned finally left—once they crossed the magical barrier of his chamber door — memory of his cruelty dissolved like smoke in the wind, replaced by adoration and a desperate wish to be invited back. They always floated away convinced they had been honored. Cherished. Transformed.
Today, he was particularly bothered. He sensed something was wrong.
He felt it in his bones—a pressure in the air, a tremor in the weave of magic itself. Something was moving beyond his control.
With a sharp flick of his wand, Thundercock released a ribbon of white smoke. It curled and thickened, twisting into a luminous projection that shimmered to life before his desk.
He forced the brunette back onto his cock and she began enduring his deep penetrating thrusts once again while he waited for the vision to appear in the smoke in front of him.
“Urrrgggghhhhaaa. Uhhhckkk…Ulllppppppp.”
Kitty groaned as Carmodie appeared ghostly in the smoke drifting in the middle of the room before him.
Alone in her dorm room, she was leaning back on her bed and her white panties were wrapped around her ankles. She had a small vibrator humming softly up her ass and her eyes were closed.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
Beside her lay a very old book open to the first chapter.
She guided her hands down to her pussy circling her fingers over her clit and split her flesh apart with both hands.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
“Mmmnnnnn!” She moaned softly.
Moaning softly, Carmodie slipped her panties over her feet and flicked them to the floor before rolling over and spreading her legs, long and straight, pointing her toes.
She separated her pussy lips wide and pushed the vibrator deeper into her ass with her palm.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
Her anus flexed and bulged clamping firmly against the vibrator.
Licking her fingers she massaged her clit with soft slow circles of her finger tips and exhaled softly. Then she slipped the vibrator out of her ass and sucked it into her mouth.
Thundercock didn’t know why he had summoned her image, only that the disturbance he sensed seemed to radiate from her presence. His eyes narrowed as he watched, studying every movement.
“Get back up here,” he snapped at the blonde.
Willow scurried to her knees.
“Get it right!” He demanded.
She leaned over his thighs gripping his cock at the base and closed her lips over it with a steady bobbing rhythm.
“Mmmnphh” Glrrpp — Slerrppp— Glllpppp.
In front of him Carmodie slipped the soaked vibrator back down between her legs.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
“Nnnnuhhhhh, Ooooooo. Ohhhh.” She moaned as it entered her pussy.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
Gliding it in and out she gradually increased the pace of her stimulation, rubbing her clit with her fingers as the vibrator hummed away inside her.
“Nnnuh-uhhh, nnnnuh-uhhh, nnnnnuh-ughhh.”
Bzzzzzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzzzz
Her moaning intensified with the pace of the penetrations.
Meanwhile Thundercock ran his fingers through the tiny blonde’s hair as she swallowed his cock, —lurching—and held her there as she desperately tried to control her gag reflex.
“Ulllllggggppppp. Ack-ack.”
Choking on his girth, saliva spewed down her chin dripping onto the face of Kitty who was leaning in from below licking his balls.
He watched Carmodie slowly build herself into a frenzy while the two young coeds alternated choking him down, allowing each other to catch their breath before starting again.
Carmodie was close to cumming.
“Uhhhh, nnnnnmmmmm, uhh,uhhh,uhhhh, nnnnnmmmmmm!”
Her voice raised a couple of octaves.
“Ahhhhhh, uh, uh ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Carmodie let out a long slow sigh of satisfaction.
“Nnnnnnmmmmmmmmmmm!”
Fluid dripped from her pussy, thick and heavy, flowing down the crack of her ass and soaking the sheets.
Thundercock was close too. He watched as Carmodie brought herself to completion rolling onto her side, convulsing violently as she gripped the sheets and bit down on her pillow.
She grinned and brought the vibrator to her mouth once again sucking it between her lips and licking it clean.
Thundercock was confused. This girl was completely unremarkable. She was no different than the thousands of coeds he had watched masturbating over the years.
There seemed to be nothing special about this one at all.
But there WAS something about this one. He could feel it. Something very special— he just could not identify it yet.
“Yes,” he murmured.
“I’ll be keeping a very close eye on you.”
When she finally stood, slipped on her skirt and skipped out toward the library, his unease deepened.
Thundercock leaned back, fingers steepled, fury simmering beneath his calm. He hated not understanding. Hated uncertainty even more.
Suddenly, Thundercock’s patience evaporated along with the vision. It was the Willow’’s turn again with his throbbing cock down her throat. He reached down— yanking her head forward by her hair —and arched his hips forward driving his cock deeply into her throat.
“Ullgh, unnghchh, unngch.”
She convulsed and shook, gripping his ass, squeezing it tightly as she waited desperately for him to finally pull out.
Holding her head firmly in his hands he thrust four or five times more before he allowed himself to explode in her mouth.
Then he slowly slipped out, trailing a massive stream of sticky white fluid across her lips and dripping into the open mouth of the brunette below her.
“Unnnnhaaa. Uhhhhaaaa. Uhhh.” Willow sputtered, trying to catch her breath.
“Mmmmnnnnnn. Uhhh. ‘Mnnnnnn.”
She dropped to the ground, catching herself on trembling hands, then rolled onto her side, chest heaving violently. Air scraped into her lungs in short, panicked pulls, each breath shallow and unfinished.
Her heart thundered against her ribs, too loud, too fast, as his cum soaked into the tile floor beneath her.
She lay there gasping, staring up at him, her tits heaving as her body struggled to remember how to slow itself down.
Kitty’s face was soaked and covered in cum and she began licking his cock.
“Out!” He demanded, as he wiped the cum dripping from the tip of his cock across the brunette’s makeup smeared face as she attempted to clean him up.
Both girls stood up, quickly grabbing their clothes as they wiped the cum from their faces, dressing as they scrambled for the door.
The instant they crossed the threshold, his enchantment snapped shut around them.
Memories bent, then rewrote themselves with effortless precision—gaps smoothed over, moments erased, truths replaced by something softer and far more convenient. Awareness slipped away before either of them could question it.
Completely unaware of their smeared makeup and cum covered tits, they turned toward one another instead, breathless and giddy, laughter rising easily as if nothing at all were amiss.
“That was so amazing!” Kitty exclaimed.
“I know—right? I just love him!” Willow agreed.
“I hope he lets us come back!”
Laughing and skipping, they hurried down the corridor, eager to tell their friends all about their wonderful experience in the headmaster’s office.
Behind the closed door, Thundercock sat alone—watching, calculating, and already planning his next move.