Heel to Haunch on Bended Knees - Shauntal reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

"You're welcome to vacation in my villa for as long as you want. Relax by the water, get away, recharge your batteries. You work so hard."

Cynthia's invitation was a little forceful, but Shauntal would have been lying if she said there wasn't something alluring about the idea of a vacation. Another Pokemon League season had ended, but Shauntal's book deadlines had been miserable, and she'd been doing revisions on her latest novel all through facing challengers. She was overworked, overstressed, and she needed to get away. Cynthia was vacationing in Unova, so the villa wouldn't be just hers to enjoy with free reign, but Shauntal found that to even be a bit comforting. Someone around to keep her from getting cooped up with a good book in the master bedroom the whole time was only a positive. She'd be able to get out, maybe relax by the pool, really escape her worst stresses.

So she came to Undella Town with a week's worth of clothes, knowing the invitation was to stay as long as she wanted. She'd even brought her swimsuit. All to make sure she could properly relax at Cynthia's vacation home, ready to settle down and ready for a completely normal trip. There was just one problem: her vacation wasn't going to be normal, and Cynthia had left a few details about her vacation secret from Shauntal up until the exact moment she arrived.

Like the fact Cynthia was a shotacon.

"More," Cynthia moaned, her hands firm on the chest of the local boy she had resting on the couch, the blonde wearing nothing but a lilac patterned bathrobe hanging open and off of her shoulders as she relentless bounced atop his dick. "God, yes. Fuck. Undella boys are amazing. I can't get enough of this!" She didn't shy away from being vocal, from being as noisy as she could possibly be. There was no reason to slow down these delirious pleasures, the passion pushing her expediently along to her worst indulgences, to pleasures she refused to shy away from. There was a pleasure here that burned much too strongly for her to care about such petty concerns, and with each motion of her hips up and down. she went all out.

This was the fifth boy to be here today, and Shauntal sat confused and paralyzed in a comfortable chair she was unable to enjoy. A chair that would have been perfect for curling up with a whole tea ceremony set and a nice book in. But instead, she was trying desperately not to look straight at the action. Shauntal had a book she was supposed to be reading, but the relentless moans of a delirious woman greedily riding the dick before her and embracing her dizziest, most ravenous delights left Shauntal unable to find peace or quiet.

"You might be my new favorite. Keep being a good boy, keep letting me make you a man!" Cynthia was unrepentant about her aggressions and her passions, working quicker to ride this pleasure out and to succumb to her wildest, weirdest wants. There was no good reason to contain her desperate misbehavior; this was her villa, and she was going to have all the fun she damn well pleased. There was no reason to slow it down. There was too much pleasure to indulge in.

The rise and fall of her hips kept drawing Shauntal's guilty attention, eyes failing to resist the steady pull upward. The book. She needed to read her book. This was a distraction, a bothersome presence that, frankly, made her struggle under the weirdness and shock of beholding something she really didn't know how to face. This was a lot. Probably too much. She needed to get her head on straight if she wanted to focus and have the vacation she was supposed to be having, and she needed to be better about clamming up.

Cynthia's moans grew louder. She knew the heave of her breasts especially was pulling Shauntal’s face in, and faster she moved, desperate to catch her eye and to make this all prove more frustrating than the poor novelist could handle. "I'm so in love with little boy cock," she moaned, head rolling back. "There's nothing better in the world!" This pleasure was too much, the unreal spectacles and fires all making her body shiver, and she could not resist this temptation.

With a wild gasp of messy ecstasy, Cynthia came. She was loud about it. Reckless. The pleasure hit her just right, and she knew she was one way to a passion unlike anything else if she only kept up with it. The noisy expression of pure lust rattled at Shauntal's patience, and Cynthia knew she was getting what she wanted, hearing the sharp breaths and the tense groans signaling the deep and bitter frustration she was looking for.

"Mm, you should go fuck my friend now," Cynthia purred.

"What? N-no!" Shauntal clenched up. She had to have misheard it, even though she already knew she hadn’t. Her body tightened up, and she shifted nervously away, trying to distance herself from all this immediately. "I'm fine, really. That's okay."

"No, I can tell you're pent up." Cynthia lifted off of her boytoy. "You need something to help you out, and I think you would do really well with a man like this." She was insistent and ready to make this clear assault on Shauntal's sense, and she wasn't about to take no for an answer. "Besides, you're my guest. Consider this my hospitality. It's rude to turn down hospitality."

"Hospitality usually doesn't involve having sex with children," Shauntal shot back."

"It certainly can, and it does here."

What the hell had Shauntal agreed to? "No, really, I'm okay. I'll just read my book."

The boy rose up from the couch, stumbling toward her anyway. "You're really pretty, miss."

Shauntal bit down on her tongue. This wasn't happening. She wasn't doing this. She refused. She fucked refused all of this. "That's very kind of you, but I've made my mind up." But even saying it, she couldn't help but let her eyes stray toward his dick. It was, unsurprisingly, nothing impressive. And yet, she found herself awash in a nervous sort of excitement, a flare of heat that she didn't like for the warnings and foreboding pressures it offered. She had to be stronger than this.

Cynthia didnt bother to fix her robe up. "You should eat her pussy," she told him.

"Cynthia!" Shauntal's shriek of utter shock rang out sharper. Brighter.

"It's okay, just relax." Cynthia stepped, reaching for the hem of Shauntal’s skirt and reaching in to grasp her pantyhose. A loud ripping noise made Shauntal panic, hearing the tear right over her crotch, and as Cynthia's fingers got in underneath, she yanked her panties out of the way, taking them aside and giving the boy a clear shot at her pussy. "Calm down, you aren't going to jail for this."

Shauntal felt frozen in place. She didn't have even the beginning of an idea how to respond to this, and the reality of this mess was, she didn't have a good way to. The little boy dove his head in and pushed forward, bringing his lisp bearing down upon her pussy with one goal in mind, and all Shauntal could do was let it happen, feeling him push forward and bring his mouth over her mound with her panties yanked off to the side for access.

That first clumsy lick up her snatch made Shauntal gasp out with a hazy, airy rush of panic hitting her. The searing thrills rushed up through her body with neither warning nor sense, and she felt her legs kick outward as it hit her. "This isn't right," she said, shaking her head feverishly. "No. I can't. Cynthia, what the fuck?"

"Little boys make excellent lovers, and you are the most pent up mess I've seen in a long time." Cynthia loomed over her friend with a big smile. "Let it happen. It's okay. You deserve to feel nice."

Was this 'feeling nice'? Wide-eyed and dizzy, Shauntal couldn't help but feel like she was absolutely crazy for letting this happen at all. The pleasure was too much to make sense of, and she felt utterly stripped of sense in the face of suddenly giving in and giving up. it was too much, and she just didn't know what to do with any of it now. "Fuck," she gasped, her hands squeezing the arms of the chair.

She didn't have any fight in her to put a stop to this.

The boy was eager to do his best. As her legs spread out, he pushed forward, his tongue utterly clueless but very eager to please, which was more than good enough to drive her wild with satisfaction. Shauntal got to feel the depths of pleasure pushing her steadily along, demanding from her a whole lot more than she could help. His tongue worked with clumsy motions to satisfy her, not caring about anything other than how good he could make her feel and how ready she was to spiral into this chaos and this lust.

There was so much that didn't make a lot of sense to Shauntal. She tried as best she could to deal with it all, her moans spiraling deeper into fascination and panic as he drove her deeper. There was absolutely no good way to deal with this, and Shauntal could feel her focus falter as she tried to bring herself into some degree of composure and sense. The feeling of hands much smaller than she was used to grabbing down at her thighs brought on a lot of frustrations and uncertainties.

But also, the haunting, bitter thought that nobody's hands were going between her legs except her own these days.

Cynthia leaned in from the side. 'Don't just selfishly take it. Tell him how he's doing. Let him know if you're enjoying it, or give him directions." She wanted to push firmer, and wanted to get Shauntal more comfortable with all of this through some highly dubious efforts.

And it was working in spite of everything that should have held Shauntal back. "Fi-fingers! Use some fingers." She whined, legs spreading open wider, the torn hole in her pantyhose and the tug-aside of her panties leaving her pussy a lot more vulnerable than Shauntal knew what to do with, and she felt all the pressures that accompanied that, felt the pressure rising through her body harsher and stranger. She didn't feel prepared for this, didn't have any good way to prep emotionally for all the attentions that this little boy imposed upon her.

But when he slipped a few fingers into her and began to poke around, her moans grew even more desperate. Shauntal was on the fast track to discovering things about herself here that she really, really did not want to learn, and she felt the pressures that accompanied them, the weird tensions demanding that she slide a bit deeper down. Why was she letting this happen? Why was she allowing a little boy to eat her pussy, and why was she so into it? This was unacceptable, and with each push forward, the little boy imposed upon Shauntal an absolutely ruinous intention, one that shook her to her core, one that made her body ache.

The pleasure that struck her was more demanding than she could take. A wild, ferocious orgasm washed over her body. One loud enough to make her curse and heave and buck about. It was so fast, too. She felt embarrassed by how quickly she came, but it had been so long, and this little boy was, in spite of everything she wanted to say, oddly good at eating her out.

"Now say thank you," Cynthia said, lingering over Shauntal's shoulder and acting like a responsible, mature authority figure. It drove Shauntal up the wall.

But she said it. "Thank you." Her voice shook. "You did really well. Maybe I... Maybe I needed that.

Cynthia held her phone up. "I can call over some more if you want. Have a pool party."

Shauntal's lip trembled. she wanted to say no, wanted to be better and responsible and decent. "A pool party?"

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Shauntal had brought a new swimsuit to Cynthia's, one she was too embarrassed to debut out on a real beach or pool, but which she figured a private villa would be secluded enough for, so she could get comfortable. It was a risky proposition, one she bought on a whim because she wanted to feel sexy, but which was definitely going to take some getting used to. The purple bikini top held her ample breasts in perky place, a black and sleek bikini bottom covering up less than it should have and riding up high over her hips. But sparing her modesty was a purple skirt attached to the piece, frilly and covering her ass up for the most part.

If she'd been uncomfortable wearing it, she would have known with only Cynthia as a witness, she reasoned. That was better, right?

Instead, there were a whole bunch of local boys around, pizza boxes opened up for what was genuinely a pool party, but where the pool was of minimal concern, because the two older women were all too happily indulging in shota dick together, and suddenly the embarrassment of what swimsuit she was wearing felt like a distant second to the insanities this situation visited upon her instead. The black bottoms were yanked aside just like her panties had been. But this time, Shauntal wasn't merely sitting on a couch.

Instead, she bounced shamelessly up and down on a little boy's cock while he sat on a pool chair. Stuffed down her bikini top cleavage, another little boy's cock hammered with chaotic desire forward, trying to give the mature woman a titfuck and savour the weird and chaotic pleasures that followed.

"You're a natural," Cynthia moaned. She was happily riding a lap reverse cowgirl in the beach chair beside hers, her hands wrapped around the other two boys at the party and stroking happily along the pleasure and the chaos of this treatment. There was no good reason to resist these passions and these delights, but even still, Cynthia had been expecting a struggle, which made Shauntal's surrender all the more exciting and relieving. "I've never seen a woman give up that fast to boy dick."

Shauntal whined and shook, heaving through the utter panic and weirdness of giving deeper in to all of this. The weird pleasures of taking this on brought on a lot of feelings she felt helpless against, the strange and volatile pressures driving her up the wall. She didn't know what to make of it, and she felt clueless about how anyone was supposed to. There was just too much here that felt utterly insane to be asked of her, but she was committed to it, falling into the dizzy fever and spectacle of letting go.

Pulling back a bit from the boy fucking her tits, Shauntal leaned down to briefly suck his cock, taking it in and slobbering all over it. it was so easy to take all of, to adore it briefly and then pull back and shove forward, sinking back forward and letting him slide into her tits again with a bit more wetness to it. "You boys are doing so well," she said, trying to give in to this, feeding the chaos and weirdness of these pleasures even as it all took an even grander toll for her. Shauntal had no idea what to believe or how to process it, but she was ready to give in to it, struggling to find an argument against these things now.

The relentless thrusts from the boys fucking her tried to keep up. Shauntal thrived here, even if t didn't make any sense at all for her to. This wasn't real, and she wondered how anyone was supposed to deal with this, and yet each motion of her hips forward felt messier and fiercer. Up and down she bounced. Shauntal was never all that crazy or insistent about size in the first place, but the weird thrills and passions of pushing stubbornly forward to spiral into chaos just brought on different feelings, brought on pleasures that felt unique and fascinating.

Side by side with Cynthia, this all felt right. As much as Shauntal wanted to be ashamed and reluctant and panicked, she found herself simply embracing the ideas with increasing passion, not sure how she was giving up so readily nor how this all felt so 'right', but she threw herself harder into this madness, and it brought on a lot of feelings that were just what she needed, even if she didn't know what to make of any of it. There was a lot of weird pleasure to all of this, and she felt oddly certain of herself in throwing into the deep end.

The boys were clueless, excitable, and happy to be fawned over by these women, happy to be pushed to a greater, weirder rush of excitement as, amid each ache of pleasure, the women pushed for more. The utterly peculiar thrills that came with this brought on a lot of surprises and pressures, but they were eager to go along with it, eager to let these pretty ladies spoil and praise them. Cynthia knew the game. It was easy to charm little boys into giving her what she wanted, and she was happy to simply throw herself into this, happy to give up completely.

Shamelessness consumed Shauntal. Letting go of all tension felt good, and in its place came the rewarding, enriching thrill of no longer caring, of pushing forward with one goal in mind and living up to her shakiest of needs. Her acceptance of this all felt too easy, and she felt ashamed of how fast she was ready to give up. It didn't matter. She let it go, let the moaning spectacle and glee push her over the edge.

"I'm cumming! You boys are amazing!" She took all of Cynthia's advice, praising the boys and succumbing to the wild bliss of giving in. It was too good to believe, and she just didn't care. The pleasure swept up through her, and she succumbed to it, dragging the boys down with her as she gave in and allowed herself to succumb. There was nothing better than this, and she didn't care about self-control or sense now. Only about riding this out.

The loads pumping into her pussy and squirting into her cleavage weren't too impressive. It didn't matter. Shauntal felt renewed, like a new woman as she took this all on and accepted it upon herself. she was ready for more. She needed more. She would have more. She looked over to Cynthia, watched her take two loads across her chest and face while a third filled her pussy up, and even though she would have never imagined it, Shauntal knew that she was about to grow deeper with Cynthia over this. It was the start of a beautiful, perverse friendship.