A Step Too Far - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

No amount of time could make it easier for Teddy to accept that he was now a man of three-foot-two-inches. 

3’2”.

Even the old metre-stick in the storage-room was taller than Teddy. He’d dug it out from under a back shelf and checked. The top of the metre-stick was a few centimetres higher than Teddy’s head.

It had been nearly a week since the pool incident had firmly slotted Teddy into the role of a domesticated boy-toy servant. His evening of passion and loss of self-control with Karla had cost him dearly. While he’d already started to accept his life as a houseboy, losing around 10 inches in height that night by the pool had cemented his status undeniably. He had become almost beneath the notice or concern of the women he lived with. He was less a threat or problem and more of an amusement for the momentary pleasure.

Morganna no longer expressed any worry that Teddy would run off. He was just too small. She had quickly assumed an attitude of total confidence in her control over him. Since Karla had taken her deep drink from Teddy’s body, he’d been poked and prodded, measured and manipulated. Each day brought new challenges and lessons. 

Not all of these changes were unpleasant. For example, Teddy did indeed fit into Karla and other women’s laps now. He was occasionally pulled into a woman’s warm lap during a get-together or while trying to serve drinks. He had even been fondled or kissed on the cheek while being bounced on woman’s thighs. There was little he could do to stop it, not that he really minded if it was the right woman. In fact, he often preferred to feel safe in the lap of Morganna, rather than to deal with the leering gazes of Andrea’s grad students or some new friend someone had brought over for a visit.

This was the situation on a weekend afternoon when Teddy had been tasked with ferrying salsa, chips, and drinks around to various women who had gathered in the house for a get-together. Conversation ranged between current events, good TV shows, fashion, recent dating experiences, and of course Teddy’s size. Teddy was disturbed by the fact that some women seemed to accept his unnaturally diminutive stature relatively easily, after an initial shock or exuberance. Andrea’s graduate students tended to be the most accepting, given that they held prior knowledge of what their mentor was working on. But some of Morganna’s “business associates” or Karla’s friends often were initially shocked, but then soon ignored Teddy as if he was just another piece of furniture or a common house pet. 

Then again, Teddy knew it could be worse to have a woman stare at him obsessively, which had happened at least once or twice in the last week. 

Everything was different for Teddy now. Being 3’2” meant that he had to be careful to step aside if someone was walking in his direction. He couldn’t count on a woman seeing him and he often couldn’t make eye-contact with her to intuit who was going to step aside or make way first. He’d learned his lesson quickly after nearly getting trampled by some executive friend of Morganna’s who had been striding to the bathroom with no concern for anything beneath her line of sight.

Teddy now found it difficult to see over the tops of tables and counters, to open doors, to reach high-placed items, to look out certain windows, and to do many other normal things. Most items now felt large and unwieldy in his small hands. This made waiting on guests more challenging and often resulted in giggles or smirks as he struggled with a cup or platter. The size and the weight of objects had been thrown completely off and it was taking time for Teddy to adjust.

Then there was the more visceral matter of interacting with women in general as a 3’2” man. At present, it was rare for Teddy’s eye-level to be above any woman’s zipper or upper thighs, especially the women he lived with. Meeting new women could be revealing. Many women tended to bend down and coo in delight while others wouldn’t even deign to glance down at him over their breasts.

Teddy set a bowl of fresh salsa on a coffee table before a lounge sofa where several women were seated next to Andrea. Morganna was in an easy chair across from them with her legs crossed, observing Teddy and smiling. 

“Thanks little guy!” One of Andrea’s students said.

“You’re welcome,” Teddy said.

“Hey, could I get a refill?” A woman seated on a long-legged ladder-back chair asked. She had honey-brown hair and wiggling her glass in the air with a smile.

“Teddy,” Morganna said, pointing to the woman. “Get Leanne another cider.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Teddy said, taking care to be polite. He walked over to Leanne and tried to ignore Andrea’s smirk. Even after a week, there were moments when he still struggled with the new rules Morganna had established. How long was he meant to live like this? For now, he was proud that he’d gone nearly a week and been able to keep his size. Teddy clung to a hope that if he behaved, he’d be given new privileges and trust, and perhaps regain some of his lost size.

Leanne handed Teddy her empty glass. “It was a dry pear cider,” she said. Teddy nodded and took the glass as Leanne re-crossed her legs. Her long slightly-tanned thighs parted and Teddy was confronted with a clear view of Leanne’s white satin panties in the seductive secret shadows under her burgundy skirt. 

He was so short that he was given an “upskirt” view that many perverts would have died for, yet for Teddy it was a confirmation of his own loss of stature. Leanne slowly recrossed her legs. Had she noticed what she’d done, what he’d seen? Teddy glanced up at Leanne’s face as he stepped off to the kitchen for more cider, but he was unable to tell what the woman was thinking. She had already resumed chatting with Morganna over his head.

Teddy tried to push the image of Leanne’s tight white panties out of his mind, but he could feel his erection rising in the tight shorts Morganna had purchased for him. He closed his eyes and tried to push the image out of his mind. It wasn’t fair! He hadn’t sought such a view, yet he’d been confronted by tight panties and Leanne’s thighs simply due to his small stature. His life had become a series of conversations with women whose hips, zippers, butts, and thighs were all right in his face. Teddy felt small all the time now. The idea of dating a woman normally was slowly receding out of the realm of possibility for him and it was something he preferred not to think about.

Morganna’s desire for cunnilingus had only increased after Teddy had shrunk. He found that oral sex was becoming interwoven into his life. He’d nuzzle between her legs two or three times a day, standing on his tip toes in an effort to please her. His own sex-drive was increasingly wired to this lifestyle and Morganna’s particular sexual predilections. Seeing Leanne’s panties had triggered Teddy’s increasingly entrenched training. He felt manipulated and humiliated, even as much as he was aroused. 

After several minutes, Teddy felt safe to take the cider back to Leanne and to continue serving Morganna and Andrea’s friends. His nascent erection wasn’t visible for the moment. Most of the afternoon went without incident. The women left after dinner and several gave Teddy a gentle pat on the head, calling him “sweetheart”, “cute guy”, and “so well behaved”. 

The front door closed and Morganna turned to look down at Teddy. “Good job, Teddy!” she said. “Your training and reshaping is finally yielding serious fruit. That was such a pleasant afternoon and you didn’t drop anything or cause a disturbance even once. You’re becoming a decently-behaved boy for me. I got a least two questions today about how I made you this way and if it could be duplicated with other men.”

“You did?” Teddy asked. “I don’t know if other men would want to do this, to live like this.”

Morganna crossed her arms over her sizeable chest. “It’s not really about what men want though, is it?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Teddy shook his head. “No, Mistress,” he said.

“That’s right,” Morganna said. “It’s odd that your first concern was what some unknown men would want. Maybe those men just need to learn what’s really best for them, like you. Their partners and peers just need to nudge them in the right direction. A good first step is to make a man a little bit smaller, so he’ll get a better sense of himself and his place.”

Teddy looked down at his toes, nodding.

“Hmm? I can’t hear you Teddy,” Morganna said. “Speak up, boy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Teddy said. “I am still…learning.”

“Yes you are,” Morganna nodded. “Still learning and growing…well, learning and shrinking in your case.” She let out a light-hearted laugh.

“I haven’t shrunk in almost a week,” Teddy said. “I’ve been good.”

“Are you sure?” Morganna said. “I mean, you have been a good boy lately, but I really haven’t paid too much attention to your exact size. Oh, that reminds me! Come, follow me.”

Teddy followed Morganna down the hall back into the house. He tried his best not to stare at her voluptuous ass as she walked in front of him wearing blue-jeans. Morganna’s beautiful butt was now slightly above his field of view and Teddy almost stumbled into the back of her thighs as she came to a halt in the dining room.

“Look,” Morganna said, pointing to an over-sized yellow measuring chart fastened to the wall of the dining room. “I put that up earlier this morning for you. I marked it right so we can see your progress fitting into my household.”

Teddy was speechless. He stared at the bright over-sized yellow measuring stick that filled the wall. Morganna had used a blue permanent marker to indicate each stage in his diminishment. At the top she had marked his original height of 5’10” and written “Mouthy Rude College Boy” beside it. This height was now far above Teddy’s head. Lower down, Morganna had made another mark beside 5’4” and had written “Teddy Learns Some Manners”. She had drawn a happy face beside the phrase.

Teddy’s gaze moved down the chart to 4’8”. Beside it was simply a question mark. But Teddy knew that was the day Vivianne had tricked him into handling potent laced sunscreen lotion. A little lower at the 4’0” mark, Morganna had written “Teddy runs away” with a frowning face. Finally at the 3’2” mark, Morganna had simply marked down “Houseboy!” There was no mention of Karla or what had happened to cause his loss of size.

“From mouthy rude college-boy to polite house-boy,” Morganna said, watching Teddy as his eyes moved down the chart. “I call that progress. Isn’t it great? Instead of a boring chart where you mark your increase in height, we can see how you’re getting more obedient, well-behaved, and better suited to pleasing the women in your life!”

Teddy looked down below the 3’2” mark. Was that his real future? He felt himself shaking his head in spite himself. He was emotional, seeing how much height and size he’d lost. Morganna and her brood had completely changed him. His life was irrevocably different now that his step-mother had been able to exert her will so comprehensively on him. It went far beyond the loss of his ability to go to college or live a life of chore-free leisure. Teddy felt deep anger at the mistake his father had made, bringing Morganna into their lives. Teddy had been reduced to a shrimpy servant for a domineering maternal authority figure and her eager strong-willed daughters.

“Oh, come on now, I know that expression,” Morganna sighed. “Are you blaming me for what’s happened? Wishing on a star that things had been different for you this summer? Teddy, you know this is for the best. This chart will help you see how much you’ve improved by losing some size. Your physical loss is a real personal gain.”

“It’s y…your gain,” Teddy stuttered. 

“Well, yes,” Morganna said. “But that’s what I was owed. Your silly father agreed to make me his partner, his equal. Then he dropped his end of the bargain. And anyway, I really think you’re better this way.”

Teddy shook his head again, staring at the chart.

“Do we need to make another mark at 2’6” or maybe lower?” Morganna asked. Her voice had taken on a slight edge to it.

Teddy quickly turned and looked up, but he could only see the undersides of Morganna’s breasts as they strained against her form-fitting top. The bottom seam of her zipper was right in his face and she wasn’t bothering to bring herself down to his level. Morganna had her hands on her hips.

“Well?”

“N…no Mistress Morganna,” Teddy said. “I’ll be good. Thank you for making me better. It’s just hard for me to see it all written out like this. It makes me think about things.”

“I understand,” Morganna said. She placed a hand on Teddy’s head and unzipped her jeans. “It’s probably best for you to not think so hard. Leave that to me. Focus on pleasing your Mistress instead.”

Morganna pushed Teddy’s face into her moist pink panties. She wasn’t even wearing heels and yet still Teddy had to tip-toe to reach. But he got there. Morganna dragged Teddy to a chair and shimmied out of her jeans and underwear, pushing his head down between her thick soft thighs. 

“That’s it, boy,” Morganna sighed. “Eat my pussy. Get your little face right in there. Mmm…that’s the spot, just like I taught you.”

Teddy pushed his face into Morganna’s wet sex and licked. He moved his tongue just as Morganna had showed him during the week, eager for her approval and equally afraid of the lecture and disapproval that could occur if he didn’t do a good enough job or find her specific erogenous zones too quickly. 

Morganna humped her wide hips against Teddy’s head and held his face to her mound. Her moans filled the ground floor of the house as juices ran down Teddy’s chin and neck. He temporarily forgot all about the measuring chart, his lost height, or college. There was only Morganna’s wet dripping sex, her warm thighs, and the hot flood of her orgasm all over his face.

———

Several days later, it was Karla who upset Teddy’s newfound equilibrium yet again. He was loading laundry into the dryer when the doorbell rang. Teddy went to answer the door and found Karla standing outside dressed for court with a briefcase in her hand.

“Hi Teddy!” Karla said, peering down at him as she walked in. She didn’t even bother to wait for permission. Teddy stepped aside and stammered a soft greeting in response.

“Is your mommy home?” Karla asked.

Teddy hated it when Karla or Andrea talked that way. But he no longer felt confident enough to tell them Morganna wasn’t his mother. He knew that just gave them an excuse to tease him even more.

“She’s upstairs in my dad’s office,” Teddy said.

“In her office, you mean,” Karla said.

“Oh…yeah, I guess,” Teddy said.

Karla laughed and shook her head. “You won’t have to do much more guessing after today, not after what I got done,” she said. “It’s all official now.”

Teddy began to follow Karla as she headed for the stairs. What did she mean by that? He struggled to follow after the towering lawyer. Each step now came up to Teddy’s knee and it was like climbing an over-sized gym step-machine. Teddy panted as Karla easily ascended the stairs in high heels, not even waiting for him at the top.

Teddy knew he might get in trouble for abandoning his laundry work, but Karla’s tone made him curious and worried. He’d learned never to underestimate any of the women in Morganna’s circle.

By the time Teddy got to the office, he could hear the two friends talking exuberantly. 

“This is amazing, Karla,” Morganna said. “That loser tried to weasel out of everything at the last moment. You did incredible research into his background for this and now all his shenanigans have come crumbling down. His lawyer had no idea who he was up against. I own everything?!”

“You bet you do,” Karla said. “And I thank you for the business too. I got a lot of journalists phoning my office this week about this case due to the extent of Reed’s unethical wheeling and dealing. It was great free PR for my firm. My increased height certainly didn’t hurt in the courtroom either or in the press photos.”

Teddy stood in the doorway listening and Karla glanced down as he peeked in.

“That height was thanks to your little step-son here,” she said.

“That’s right,” Morganna said, following Karla’s gaze to Teddy. “Hello Teddy. I guess you should know. I hired Karla to help settle things with your father after he went to prison. Apparently, I am now the sole owner on the title of this house, the car, and pretty much all of your father’s tangible assets. It took some arrangements, but in the end your father realized starting up a law suit against me or dealing with a ton of creditors was not worth the fight. He made the right choice. I’m not sharing his property with him anymore. It’s mine. Everything is belongs to me, including you.”

“W…what do you mean?” Teddy asked. He was starting to tremble. This couldn’t be happening. The one security in his mind through all the experiences this summer had been the fact that his father was still the existing patriarch under everything Morganna had acquired and invaded. His father was the one who really owned the house and was the very reason Morganna had come to live with them, after all.

“I mean your father is penniless, a pauper, and a common criminal,” Morganna said. “And part of our final legal arrangement was that I become your sole guardian. Karla even managed to adjust your legal rights with some assistance from some…shall we say “friends” of ours. I am now officially your guardian. I am your biological step-mother, but really, I am registered as your mother legally. You have no other legal parent. Your last name is now Haig. The Tadman name is dead.”

Teddy began to shake. He’d been willing to serve Morganna as a houseboy and had even come to enjoy and desire sexual encounters with her. He had just begun to find a place in her house as a small servant, but the jarring reminder of how the situation had come to be was snapping him back into reality. Worse, she had completely usurped his father in terms of wealth, property, status, and even parental rights. 

“You…you’re lying,” Teddy stammered. “He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t let you become my mother like that. He worked for all of this! I’m his son.”

“Pfft, hardly,” Karla chuckled. “Your father never did an honest day’s work in his life. He was a total loser. A fraud. You don’t even resemble the guy he raised you to be anymore.”

“How dare you call me a liar, you little brat,” Morganna added. She stood up from behind her desk and came around it to stand before Teddy. “After all I’ve done for you, this is how you talk to me?”

Teddy shook with emotions ranging from intimidation, rage, and despair. Lurking under it all remained his sex drive, like a constant hot humming betrayal. “But…but you aren’t…I mean I… Teddy stammered, trying to explain himself, to understand how he could stop this. He felt confused and scared. How could they change his surname without his permission?

“Nothing stands in my way anymore, Teddy,” Morganna said. “Certainly not you. I decide now. This is my home and as long as you live under my roof, you will obey me and conform to my rules. Is that understood?”

Teddy let out a whimper and nodded his head. 

“Say it,” Morganna said. 

“I understand, Mistress,” Teddy said.

“Ha, or you can call her Mommy,” Karla laughed.

Morganna smirked. “True, although I really still see him as a pet more than a step-son. He was more like some property left behind by his so-called father. Now he belongs to me, just like everything else his stupid so-called father ever managed to hoard,” she said. 

Teddy noticed that Morganna had begun to shift in her stance, like she was overheated and pent-up. Her dark skirt had risen up slightly on her thighs and she seemed to be breathing more deeply. 

“Y…you’re…” Teddy struggled to say it, pointing toward Morganna’s legs.

“Mmm…what?” Morganna said. 

“Growing…oh…oh my god, not again.”

“I might as well,” Morganna shrugged and moaned softly. “I own you now. I’ve got to grow into the role. Into this house. My house.”

Teddy gasped as Morganna’s skirt rose higher, straining on her thickening pale thighs and expanding curvaceous frame. He stumbled back as his step-mother approached amazonian stature, rivalling his memory of Vivianne’s ecstatic growth by the pool nearly two weeks earlier.

“Holy fuck,” Karla exclaimed. “You’re becoming a fucking amazon, Morganna! I love it. You look incredible.”

Teddy found himself staring up, partly under the front of Morganna’s straining skirt. Her black panties were barely clinging to her ass-cheeks and crotch. Even on his toes, there was no way he could kiss her there anymore. The top of Teddy’s head only came to mid-thigh on Morganna.

“I have to say,” Morganna exhaled. “It isn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. I feel amazing. I’m going to have to get new furniture though.”

She slowly looked down at Teddy. Morganna’s dark green eyes were glazed with lust and sensual satisfaction. “You look even smaller now,” Morganna said. 

“He looks like a gnome next to you,” Karla said, laughing.

Morganna smirked. “Yeah, if gnomes looked like cute 19-year-old college boys that got shrunk in the wash. His chest isn’t much higher than my knees!”

Teddy stood on his toes, trying to be taller. Morganna and Karla burst into laughter. 

“Pathetic,” Karla said. She set her briefcase on Morganna’s desk. “I hate to break up this moment, but we still need to go over these papers and I need you to sign a few things.”

Morganna nodded, giving Teddy one more glance. “I’ll deal with you later,” she said to Teddy. “Get back to that laundry you were doing. You don’t get to slack off just because of a little change of title. Unless you want a spanking.”

Teddy backed out of the room and Karla grinned as she shut the door in his face. For a moment, he stood before the door to Morganna’s office feeling an overwhelming sense of worry. Then Teddy turned and went back to the laundry room. The threat of a spanking from an amazon Mistress was motivation enough to get back to work.

As he folded skirts and panties, Teddy struggled not to break down. Morganna and her entourage were swiftly becoming his entire world. What could he do? There was no place he could run and even if he did, the authorities might simply return him to Morganna anyway. What did it mean that Karla was able to have his status changed so that Morganna could be his guardian? Teddy hadn’t had access to the internet in weeks and he wondered if anything odd or interesting had been going on in the outside world. He felt powerless and ignorant. 

The important thing was to stay on Morganna’s good side. He’d pushed his luck by contradicting her. Being called a brat was humiliating, but Teddy was afraid to make the same mistake again. He certainly didn’t want a spanking and he absolutely didn’t want to risk another episode of shrinking. Teddy forced himself to focus on his chores and tried to avoid thinking about the uncertain future that now lay before him.

———

Teddy doubled down on his chores through the remainder of the day. He chopped vegetables, trimmed hedges, vacuumed the floor rugs in the parlour, and emptied the dishwasher. He was tired by the time he shuffled off toward his bedroom. The hallway was dark and shadows filled the spaces where the antiquated lighting failed to reach. Just as he was about to go into his room, he heard and felt the vibration of Morganna’s slow steps in the floor. She was standing further down the hall, mostly in shadow, between two paintings of Norse and Slavic goddesses. 

“Teddy,” Morganna said. Her voice was quiet yet stern.

He turned and saw that she was wearing a black satin chemise that barely covered her nether regions. Teddy had been trained well and the sight tugged at him. Teddy knew what was expected of him. But he was both emotionally and physically tired. Morganna had grown even bigger and now the thought of trying to pleasure her was even more intimidating and yet still alluring. 

She wasn’t going to let him avoid their new reality. Teddy looked back toward his bedroom door.

“Teddy…” Morganna repeated, beckoning to him.

Teddy turned and obeyed, walking toward his step-mother. The house was quiet and empty, filled with shadows just before nightfall.

Teddy stood before Morganna and he could smell her sex. The earthy unique musk of Morganna’s pussy wafted through the thin satin of her chemise, above his head. Morganna’s thighs were each thicker than his entire body as she stood over him in the doorway to her bedroom.

“Look at you,” Morganna said. “You’re too small to even reach my pussy now. You’re not even as big as one of my legs. We’re going to have to do this another way.”

“You still want me to…to lick you Mistress?” Teddy asked.

“Of course I do,” Morganna said. “What else are you really good for? We’ll go to my bed, but first I want you to kiss me. Kiss my thighs, here. I know you want to taste me.” 

Morganna pointed to her inner thighs, just high enough for Teddy to reach. Teddy obeyed and stood on his toes, kissing Morganna’s soft supple inner thigh. His head was inches below her moist cleft. Morganna peered down at Teddy and began to stroke herself, running her fingers over the front of her black satin thong.

“Mmmm…” Morganna moaned. “That’s it. Such cute kisses for Mistress. And look, I can see you like it. Look at that bulge in your shorts, oh my.”

Teddy blushed as he kissed and kissed over Morganna’s thigh. She was beautiful and her legs were as sexy as they’d ever been. More so. Now she was bigger and absolutely towered over him, but it just seemed to make her even more beautiful and enchanting. Teddy’s step-mother had become like a radiant terrible goddess. She could have fit into many of the paintings that adorned the walls of her home.

A wet noise filled the narrow space as Teddy kissed and a liquid began to drop on the top of his head. Teddy looked up and saw Morganna’s thong pushed to the side. Her middle finger was buried inside of her pussy, pushing gently in and out. Another warm drop landed on Teddy’s cheek. 

“Take a look, boy-toy,” Morganna said. “You need to try your best tonight. Mmmm… Let’s get into bed.”

Morganna slipped her hand out of her thong and pulled Teddy into her bedroom. She crawled into bed and turned over on her back, propping herself up with some pillows before spreading her legs. 

“Come here,” Morganna said, pointing to the space between her legs. “You still need training my little cunnilingus-cutie, especially now that you’re mine completely. I can take your instruction to the next level.”

Teddy pulled himself up into Morganna’s bed. She rubbed the front of her thong as she watched him, not offering any help and seeming to only get off on how he struggled a bit to get into her large heavy-framed bed.

Teddy crawled between Morganna’s legs and she let out a moan as she watched him. “Oh yes, look how small you are between my legs,” Morganna said. “A better size for eating pussy if you ask me.”

She cupped Teddy’s head in her palm and her hips bucked a bit. “Oh fuck…” Morganna moaned. Her eyes widened as she looked at how his head fit into her hand. Teddy saw a wet spot bloom on the front of his step-mother’s thong. 

Had she just had an orgasm just from the size comparison between his head and her crotch and thighs, at how it fit into her palm? Teddy inhaled and his lungs filled with a strong moist scent of feminine sexual arousal. He felt objectified and worried that Morganna was intensely getting off at the size comparison between them.

“Kiss my panties,” Morganna said.

Teddy had little option. She didn’t wait. Morganna’s hand pushed his face into her warm wet satin thong crotch.

“Mmmm…” Morganna moaned and let out a breathy laugh. “Perfect.”

She let Teddy up for air after about 20 seconds. “Oh yes, I think this is going to work very well. Just as well as before, if not better,” Morganna said.

Morganna pulled her thong to the side. “You know what to do, houseboy,” she said.

Teddy’s cock was very stiff as he pushed his face into Morganna’s wet mound. Her labia mashed into his face. Her pussy was bigger than it was that morning, when he’d given her morning cunnilingus on his toes in the shower. Now her pussy lips covered more of his face and her opening felt bigger compared to his small face and head. Teddy kissed and licked just as he’d been taught. Juices coated his skin as he licked inside Morganna’s wet sex. 

“Mmm…that’s it,” Morganna said. “Ooo…you do fit nicer.” Her hand pressed the back of his head, firmly pushing until his face sunk into the cleft of her sex, creating pressure on her clitoris.

Morganna adjusted her hips and took hold of Teddy’s head more confidently. Her fingers wrapped around from one temple to the other as she made frequent slight adjustments, angling his face to meet her needs, as she would with a vibrator or dildo. Teddy felt his neck and head being manipulated like a sex toy, at times almost painfully, as Morganna’s hips pushed against his head over and over. His neck muscles strained as she used his face get off. 

A shudder went through Morganna’s pelvis as she experienced an orgasm, possibly her second of the night. Wetness ran out onto Teddy’s face, creating strings between his ears and Morganna’s supple inner thighs. 

“Fuck…yesssss,” Morganna cooed. “Get. In. There.”

She pressed on his head and squeezed her thighs together, pumping her hips, causing Teddy’s lower body to flop about in the bed. Teddy’s face disappeared against Morganna’s pussy. The world went dark and his only gasps for air came in short bursts in the humid confines between his Mistress’ legs.

Teddy was in bed with Morganna for hours as she reached orgasm repeatedly. He eventually passed out between her thighs, face against her pussy, her thong half covering his head. Both of them fell into a sticky spent sleep. Teddy’s clothes were half pulled off from the actions of oral sex with an amazon. His shirt was stained and ruined. His body bore several bruises from her passion.

Morganna slept contentedly. Her long dark-red hair was wild from sex, yet framed her face in a beautiful visceral way. Her chemise hem lay half over Teddy’s small head, pulled tight around her hips. The two of them were entangled in bed behind the closed door of Morganna’s master bedroom in the house she now owned in full. Teddy never even made it to his bedroom.

Outside, gravel crunched as Nimue drove up the long driveway with her sister.