The Faun Goes to School

All participants are 18.

Warning: Joe goes full on satyr here and, as everybody knows, satyrs are not gentle lovers. He gets violent and aggressive in this story and its level of consent is not absolute. So, you've been warned, but, honestly, if you're into donkey punches, nothing else here should be a problem.

I walked past the electronic gate and up the road to the single three-story house on the cul de sac that Cherry had said was hers. I looked around. There was an actual stone wall around the backyard so I couldn't see what was there. The three-car garage had all its bays closed and one cheap Toyota in the driveway. The glass front door was opened by a charming appearing middle-aged woman. She was about Cherry's height and had Cherry's freckled skin and fiery red hair, but she had enough breasts for three Cherrys. They were positively huge. She was wearing a diaphanous robe that barely went down to her thighs, tied at the waist, her cleavage exposed. It was sheer enough that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Yet, her huge tits, obviously natural, were practically floating.

"You must be Joe," she smiled. She had what looked like a martini in one hand and extended the other to me to shake hands. "I'm Cherry's mom, Carol. Please do come in." She led me through the foyer to the central living area. She was wearing heels so her hips and ass swayed, occasionally slipping the bounds of her sheer robe. There was a living room with a central gas fire to the left, open kitchen to the right and a dining room straight ahead. Between the kitchen and the dining room was a bar. She gestured at the barstools. "Have a seat."

Cherry came in, wearing a plaid schoolgirl skirt which was way too short, long socks, an oxford shirt untucked and half open, and a loosely tied necktie matching her skirt. Her thick, radiant red hair spilled around her shoulders insouciantly as if unconcerned at its beauty. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in to kiss her passionately, our lips locked, our tongues working together. She melted into me.

"Sweet, savory, spicey or hard?" Carol asked, completely unphased. I released the kiss and looked at her daughter, puzzled.

"She's going to make you a cocktail," Cherry said, nodding at a pint glass in front of us filled with a thick orange-brownish liquid and garnished with a stick of celery.

"But, I'm..."

"Underage," Cherry finished. "She knows." Carol looked pleasantly back and forth between us. "You should just choose." I chose spicy and got served tequila and tabasco sauce in a shot glass with a chaser of a spicy bloody Mary.

"Drink up!" Carol said, and I did the tequila, and it burned, so I chased it with the delicious tomato juice drink. Cherry matched me in drinking.

"So..." Carol said, "Cherry says you want to rape me." Cherry and I, still holding each other around the waist, both spluttered out our tomatoey drinks.

"Well, not, um, like, um..." I started.

"Which is impossible," the older redhead continued, making both her daughter and me shut up. We all paused. Carol took a sip of her cocktail and continued. "First of all, you're what? 20?"

"Eighteen," I said.

The older woman seemed to choke on her cocktail, stared for a second at me and her daughter, then continued. "The reason you can't rape me is because rape requires forcing a person into a sexual act against their consent. I always consent."

"She does," Cherry said ruefully.

"It bought us this house, young lady."

"I know, Ma," Cherry huffed.

Carol looked at me. "Thank you for removing that proverbial stick from her ass, Joe, and replacing it with your own, very real, stick. Last week, the day I took my daughter for birth control was a watershed moment in a mother's life, mine more than most."

"What, you didn't get someone to take her virginity before me?" I asked sarcastically, deciding Carol was a huge slut and some sort of sex worker, to boot.

"If she'd asked, I would," the mom said dreamily.

Well, that also shut me up. Still, I was getting aroused and breathing heavy. "If you won't resist, how violent is the sex you consent to?"

The older woman stared at me then turned with a flourish, her robe swirling to reveal her pale, bare butt. She went to a door, pulled a key from a hook, unlocked it, opened it to reveal a set of stairs, turned on a light and started up. We followed. "I've never been up here," Cherry was saying. "Well, with mom knowing." Walking the stairs behind my girlfriend's mother, I could see the big bare ass with hints of red hair between her thighs.

It turned out that Carol was more than a run of the mill sex worker. She had a porn empire and her studios were on the second floor of the house. There was a very chicly decorated bedroom, a little girl's bedroom, a small classroom, an office, and, finally, a dungeon. It was a large space with a St. Andrew's cross to one side, racks of whips and canes and rods, some quite painful looking, spread around. There were ropes and chains and cuffs of metal and leather. There were "hard points" everywhere, eye bolts that could hold more than a person without falling.

"How rough do you want it?" Carol asked seductively. "You know, we don't have to start rough," she purred, moving up to me and rubbing her hand on my chest. "I could make you feel so good."

I felt pained and looked at Cherry. "He doesn't want to rape you, mommy," she said. "He kind of has to."

Carol's face fell, dampening her charm, which was almost painfully alluring. "Why?"

"He's some sort of mythical sex beast. We think a satyr. He raped me and now he has to rape you." My head was starting to hurt at my horn spots and I rubbed them.

Carol saw what I was doing and her gentle hands rubbed my forehead, feeling the growing nubs. "Oh," she said. "Well. I have a photoshoot next week," she said. "So whatever you do needs to heal by then. Though I could postpone it..." She set her cocktail glass off to the side and undid her robe, letting it fall away to reveal her naked body. Bare, I could really see her huge tits seeming to defy gravity as they raised and lowered with her breathing, her fiery red bush, obviously manicured, matching her fiery red hair. She had freckles on her face, arms and chest. "Is there any equipment you would like to use?"

I looked around, then looked at the middle-aged woman, then at Cherry. The younger woman threw back the cocktail her mom had abandoned and was pouring herself straight vodka into a glass. "I can feel the hair on my body standing up," she said as she looked at me. "I know it's from you." I smiled evilly at my thrall.

Carol was staring at me too, afraid at first, then brave, then suddenly sultry. She flipped a switch to turn on lights and cameras. "This is going to be delicious," she said. "Fuck the photoshoot. Just don't break any bones."

I pulled off my shirt and got out of my jeans. My body had become too hairy, my legs more than the rest. My feet were stiff and I was on my toes. Thankfully, my head pain had started to subside. I put one hand to feel the nubs of a faun's horns on my head, licked my sharp teeth. My cock had grown to double its human size and was pulsing. Cherry chugged her whole drink and poured another while her mother smiled at me, head back, chest out.

I grabbed a short but stout wooden paddle from a rack with one hand and a handful of the older woman's red hair with the other and bent Carol over a barrel, holding her head down as I started beating her voluptuous ass. Possessed of supernatural strength, I went to town on the huge ass with the paddle, turning it pink then red then purple with bruises. "Want me to stop?" I kept asking and Carol kept saying, "Harder!"

Once her ass was purple and green, I called her daughter over. "Shove your fist in your mother's cunt," I said. She paused but then I grabbed her wrist and, showing her what to do with one hand, pushed the little hand to her mother's voluminous pussy.

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"Wait, no!" Carol protested. "Not my daughter!" Not certain - or caring - if she was serious in her protest, I shoved Cherry's hand all the way into the red-furred pussy so like her own.

"It's so hot in there!" Cherry said, amazed.

"And wet?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Grind it back and forth," I told her, and she did

Carol went from protesting this incestuous act to calling out in orgasm. "Aaaaahhhhh!" I straddled the girl's arm and, still holding her mom's hair, I penetrated the older redhead's asshole.

"You need lube!" she screamed, using her arms to try to push up off the barrel. I'd known that she would have limits to her "universal consent."

"Shutup!" I said and yanked her hair while holding the middle of her back down.

"I can feel your cock in her with my hand!" Cherry said with glee.

"Cool, huh! Eat my ass," I said, and shoved her redheaded head into my asscrack and felt her tongue in my bunghole. I held the redhead in my ass as I fucked her mom's ass. My cock moving in and out on the dry asshole was rough and painful at first but that just turned me on more as I stared and the rectum surrounding my huge cock kept pooching in and out. Then sweat and ass juice lubricated it more. Carol's cries of pain turned to cries of ecstasy as my huge cock in her ass and her daughter's fist in her pussy set her off multiple times. When it was my time to cum, I yelled, "Donkey Punch" and punched the redhead in the back of the head, bouncing her face off the barrel, then dumped my load in her ass.

Cherry and I pulled out of her mother's pelvis. I had Cherry get on her back next to her mother, legs up and open. She still had her schoolgirl skirt on but no panties. I still had Carol's hair in my grip and shoved her face into her daughter's pussy. "Wait, no!" she protested again and then she had a face full of pussy and couldn't talk. Bent over, still on her knees, but her head at table height, her basest instincts joined the habits of a lifetime of porn work and she started expertly eating her daughter's pussy, her red locks mixing with her daughter's red bush.

I found a harsh leather whip and hefted it. It felt really good in my hand, like it belonged there. With a flourish of leather circling around my head, I started whipping the woman's bare back. Smack! went the whip, "Ah!" went the mother and daughter, one in pain, both in pleasure. Smack! "Ah!" Smack! "Ah!" Carol's cries were muffled by her daughter's cunt while Cherry's rang through the room, echoing off the hard walls. Red welts started to crisscross the pale freckled back, a perfectly hatched pattern caused by my preternatural skill with the whip. Carol slurped as she ate pussy, one hand holding her daughter's right thigh up, the other one fingerbanging her. The sound of pussy eating, cries, and whipping, with the visual of the mix of red hair from mother and daughter made me ready to cum again. I knew if I touched my cock, my jism would be all over the floor. The young woman finally grabbed her mom's red hair and curled up as she came instead, "Aaaahhhh!!!!" Then she went limp.

Carol sat back, her face covered in her daughter's juices, her body slicked from sweat, her hair a mess from me grinding it in my fist. I cuffed the MILF's hands behind her back then dragged her up by her hair so she was standing on her knees. With my bare hand, I slapped one huge tit and then another, the soft flesh yielding before my hand, flattening and turning red. I repeated, hitting the large mounds from the sides, the top, the bottom, directly in front, every way I could. Finally, her tits nice and red, I pulled her onto her back and, grabbing a metal antenna, started whipping her huge tits, leaving big welts, then her stomach and finally her thighs. It wasn't long until she was screaming again as I once again went too far, the pain going beyond pleasure for the older woman. The naked woman had her knees up and was rocking back and forth. Cherry stood, watching, almost drooling, her skirt up so she could rub her clit.

Satisfied, I straddled the redheaded whore mother's pelvis facing her pussy. Using one leg to hold one of her thighs flat on the floor, I used one strong hand to hold the other leg and then started smacking the exposed cunt as hard as I could with the thin metal implement. This time Carol screamed first in pain and then in pleasure as she got used to the abuse and the color of the skin of her cunt started matching its hair.

I sidled down and started licking the woman's pussy, staring into the puffy bivalve, reddened by the beating I'd given it. Cherry took this opportunity to jump on her mom's face, straddling her head, looking down into the bound woman's eyes. Daughter grabbed mother's head and pulled it into her crotch. "Eat my pussy, mom, you bitch!" she said, teen angst and lust driving the young woman to be cruel. The sound of Carol once again furiously lapping at her daughter's cunt added to the sound of me doing the same to her own. Carol's pussy tasted like Cherry's which was, well, like cherry. I later learned I wasn't the first person to think that and that had led to Carol naming her daughter after the taste of her vagina. Not twisted and weird. Really.

I was almost fully a satyr now. I twisted around with my head in Cherry's crotch and then dug one horn into the hole of her pussy, scraping it up against the front of the inside while rubbing her clit. It was about an inch long. My legs had transitioned fully to goat legs by this time, shaggy thighs, hooves and all. Then I used my other hand to pull her anus open to insert the other horn. Carol squealed again, muffled by her daughter's cunt. "Ow! Mmm're sharp!"

"Should I stop?" I more growled than spoke.

"No! 'm about to have 'uge orgasm!" still muffled. I moved my head back and forth, scraping the inside of Carol's pussy and fucking her asshole with my horns.

"Shut up and eat me!" Cherry yelled down at her mother's face, raising a hand as if to slap the woman. Carol obeyed and kept licking her daughter's clit even as the MILF, finally sent over the edge by my horns, arched her back up off her cuffed hands in orgasm. The sound of her mother moaning into her pussy combined with her mother's tongue action set Cherry off and she orgasmed, squirting into her mother's eyes and hair. And that got me off. The wild, violent, questioningly consensual sex made me orgasm without anything touching my dick, a shot of cum shooting a half dozen feet across the bare floor, leaving a white line.

After we all cleaned up, Cherry changed into a short robe and Carol pulled out another diaphanous robe, this one green like her eyes. The MILF had marks from whip and antenna all up and down her front and back. Her ass was green and black, and her tits and back were showing welts, some of which had some blood. Still, she sighed contentedly. "That was some of the best sex I've ever had. So many of my partners just aren't willing to go far enough. That includes the limp dick I had scheduled for next week. I'll just have to cancel him." She smiled and sipped another martini.

I was human again and dressed in my jeans and t-shirt. The return to normal had taken only a few minutes once I calmed down after my orgasm. "So this was the first time the two of you hooked up?" I asked.

Cherry looked appalled. "Of course! What do you think we are? A couple of incestuous dykes?" Her mother and I just looked at the young woman who suddenly realized the disconnect between what we'd just done and what she just said.

I turned back to Carol. "Wanna do it again?"

"Now?" she said. "I'm pretty used up."

"No, I mean another time."

"Sure!" both women answered in unison, then looked at each other before laughing together. Carol put an affectionate arm around her daughter's shoulder.

"If you tell us to," the matron stated then spoke more forcefully, "and you're involved. No texting us to fuck each other and send pics or tell you about it or whatever."

The thought of distant orders hadn't occurred to me until the older woman said something. However, I was pretty sure it would have at some point. "Deal!" I said and we all raised our glasses to toast.