The Next Forgotten

Margo woke up in the middle of the night. Her head was pounding, while her arms and hips were sore. For a brief moment, she believed she could remember something. A figure looming over her. A hand grasping her hair. A pressure in her groin and her anus. But these were all hazy at best. And a few minutes after, Margo had forgotten about them entirely.

Why am I naked? she wondered. She touched herself, taking note of how sensitive her nipples were, like they’d been suckled on, perhaps even bitten. Her hand wandered down toward her pubic area, which was sore and moist. Did she have a wet dream? But that wouldn’t explain how she’d come to be so uncomfortable. Or why she had such a bitter taste that lingered in her mouth.

She rose from her bed and headed toward the bathroom adjacent to her room. She was about to head for the shower and rinse herself off, when she was startled by the sight of a shape standing before the mirror.

“Ah, Mrs. Brooks,” said Kevin, her son Steven’s best friend. “You’re awake.”

Margo couldn’t believe what she saw. He was as naked as the day he was born, brushing his teeth over her sink. Margo gasped and tried to avert her eyes, even though she caught a glimpse of the massive hard-on he brandished.

“Kevin!” she gasped. “What in God’s name–,” she muttered.

But Kevin gave her no time to finish. He dropped his toothbrush and rushed over to her, grasping her long blonde hair into his hands to tilt her head back. He then roughly kissed her, while with his one free hand he grasped onto her gushed cunt. For a moment, a strange sense of Deja Vu took hold of Margo. Something about this seemed awfully familiar. But she quickly came to her senses and tried to slap Kevin away, while he only laughed at her resistance.

“Never gets old,” he muttered, before inserting two fingers inside Margo’s pussy.

“Aaah!” Margo shrieked. She was startled by how much it hurt. She couldn’t remember the last time she had sex, but the lightest of touches made it feels like she’d penetrated with a jackhammer.

Kevin recoiled immediately. “Sorry, that must still smart, I guess,” he laughed.

Margo didn’t have a clue as to what he was referring to, but it had been Kevin to cause her pussy such discomfort. See, unbeknownst to her, it had only been an hour or so ago when, after they’d finished dinner, that Kevin had stripped Margo of her clothes, forced her to suckle on his rock hard cock in her own dining room, dragged her to her bedroom by her arms, then used her cunt in every way he could imagine. After licking, suckling and penetrating it many times over, he’d gotten the idea to stick his entire fist up her moist pussy. It was the loudest she’d ever screamed in both pleasure and pain, and it resulted in the most intense orgasm he’d gotten out of her yet, leaving her bedsheets soaked with the fluids of her pussy.

Kevin knew it was better not to push it any further, lest he’d actually hurt her this time around. Besides, he’d shot out rope after rope of cum himself, and he wasn’t sure if he had any more to give. But that did not stop his twisted mind from concocting another wicked game to play with Margo Brooks.

“Wh…why are you doing this…?” Margo moaned. “Please…please don’t Rape me.”

“Sshhh, it’s okay,” Kevin cooed in her ear, half laughing at her request. He already had, and she enjoyed every second of it. Faster, he remember her saying. Make me cum. But like she asked, he wasn’t going to rape her. Not tonight.

Instead, Kevin grabbed pushed Margo into the shower. She huddled herself into the corner, afraid of what Kevin might do. She was surprised he walked out, and briefly hoped that would be the end of it. But then Kevin returned, with his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. He approached her like a hunter would its prey, who was still balled up and terrified. Kevin took Margo by the hair and pressed play on his phone.

“Open your mouth, Margo,” he said.

“N…no,” she muttered, tears streaming down her face.

Kevin wrapped her blonde hair around his finger and tugged it as hard as he could without tearing it from her head. She shrieked in pain, while Kevin glared down at her.

“Open, slut,” he hissed.

Margo did as told, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Kevin let go of her hair and took his cock in hand to aim it right at her. He stood there for a minute, doing nothing. Margo looked up to meet his eyes, not sure what to expect. Thus, all the greater her surprise when Kevin began to relieve himself, pissing right into her face.

“Gah!” she shrieked.

“Look away, and I’ll beat you,” Kevin snapped.

She did as told, though the warm piss in her eye caused her to wince, crying bitter sobs as the smell of ammonia and the salt of her tears stung her nose and eyes.

“Good slut,” Kevin laughed. “Now, keep that mouth wide open.”

Margo complied, which Kevin used as his cue to continue debasing his personal slut. A stream of warm piss flew into her mouth, filling it up past her teeth and pouring down her chin. The taste was beyond foul, and Margo had to fight the urge to gag on several occasions. Kevin suddenly stopped, took her nose between his fingers.

“Swallow, why don’t you?” he said.

Margo closed her lips, swishing a mouthful of the young man’s piss, then forced herself to gulp it all down.

“Bleeeh!” she groaned.

“Not done yet,” Kevin said. “Open up.”

She did, and without warning, Kevin took her head into his hands and pushed his cock down her throat. He held her head in place, feeling her tongue spasm as her gag-reflex went into overdrive. Margo struggled to breathe, then practically hurled as she felt Kevin continue to relieve himself directly into her throat, the warm urine sliding down her esophagus. Her cries mixed with her gagging exited Kevin even more, pushing Margo’s nose against his pubic area.

“Jesus Christ,” Kevin moaned. “Looks like I’ll never need a toilet again, do I? Not when I have a grade-A slut like you to piss in.”

Margo moaned and sobbed, while Kevin finally finished with his ultimate degradation of his friend’s mother. When there was nothing left to expel, he pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it against her face, gasped in satisfaction. Margo, on the other hand, threw herself down on the shower floor, gasping for air. She was absolutely humiliated, distraught and confused. Why did he do this to her? How could he do something so foul, with no remorse or regard for her. She couldn’t believe it.

The young man crouched down and held his phone aimed at the woman, pushing her hair aside to grant himself a better view of Mrs. Brooks.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“I…”

“Tell the camera what you just did.”

“I…I just…oh God…I just swallowed your…your…”

“My?” Kevin said, expectantly.

“Your piss,” muttered Margo.