[Dean's P.O.V.]
Summer vacation was over, but I didn't listen to anything on the first day of school. My mind was filled with the wet dream I had last night.
In the dream, I tied Leona, that little slut, to the bed with a hemp rope as thick as a finger. I held her head with both my hands and let my hard c*ck fiercely sprint in her mouth.
"Ughh~" She retched after being thrusted. Tears flowed down her snow-white little face. But the more pitiful she looked, the stronger was my desire.
"I want to f*ck her too! Dean, quickly let me out!"
The wolf Weasley in my body roared. I could feel his surging desire, even stronger than mine.
"My c*ck is thicker and bigger. It will make her suffer more!" Weasley continued to roar.
This was a good idea. I also wanted to see the little bitch suffer more.
Thus, while my c*ck was still in Leona's mouth, I summoned Weasley.
As my body transformed, my c*ck turned from purple-red to black-blue. It was longer and thicker.
"UGHHHHH! "
Leona clearly couldn't take it anymore, and her entire body started to struggle crazily. But how could Weasley give her a chance to escape?
He grabbed her hair fiercely, roaring as he thrusted her throat.
I felt the stimulation together with Weasley. As the thrusting speed increased, a numbing sensation spread throughout my body.
As Weasley grunted a few times, the wolf's thick and scalding cum passed through his thick and strong c*ck and entered Leona's throat.
"It's my turn!" My thoughts shouted.
While Weasley was a little weak after cumming, I took the opportunity to transform back to myself. I opened up Leona's snow-white and slender legs and thrust my thick c*ck into her flesh.
"Oh, oh… Go on, please don't stop..." Leona opened her mouth and moaned. There was still Weasley's thick white cum on the tip of her tongue.
Her long golden-brown hair fell on her cheeks, and her face was flushed.
She seemed to have been conquered by my c*ck, and she twisted her body to reveal an expression of great enjoyment.
I deliberately stretched out my hand to touch her bulging clit. Her honey hole was filled with lustful water, and it was soft and warm inside, making me feel extremely good every time I pushed myself forward.
Soon, more fluid seeped out of her flesh hole, almost like a small pond. It made me thrusted even harder. Her lower body followed my violent movement. F*ck! Her pussy was really too tight!
"Oh, Dean, I'm dying!" She screamed my name. I slapped her ass hard.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Looking at the red handprints on her snow-white and plump ass, coupled with her lascivious moans, stimulated my desire even more.
Suddenly, the sweet-scented nectar gushed out like a water cannon, spraying on me, on her legs. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with longing.
God! How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world?
Even though I had already f*cked her to the point of orgasm, my c*ck was still standing, still thrusting.
The walls of her v*gina were still wrapped around my c*ck like suckers.
When I felt the urge to cum, I immediately pulled my c*ck out and stuffed it into her mouth, ready to let her swallow all my cum.
At that moment, the alarm clock rang, waking me up from this crazy sex dream. Because it was so wonderful, I was in a daze all day long.
I even took Cassie to the men's room during my lunch break and banged her! She was very cooperative, but I wasn't happy about it. She wasn't as good-looking as Leona, and she wasn't as sexy as Leona.
Her voice was rough, and she moaned like a transgender, making me feel gay. I ejaculated all over Cassie's face.
She dabbed her fingers into her mouth and looked at me lewdly, asking when I would ask her out again.
I told her irritably that there wouldn't be a next time, and turned away.
After all, no matter how many girls I f*cked, it was Leona's body that I wanted to try the most.
I didn't understand why she never gave me a chance to get close to her when she clearly liked me.
Doesn't she want to have sex?
After school, Andrew and a few other people asked me to play basketball, and I said yes. Halfway through the game, Andrew saw Leona coming back from school. For a moment, images from last night's dream came to mind again.
I couldn't hide my desire. I looked at her hungrily. I wanted to rush over and pin her to the ground, strip her naked, and fuck her in the p*ssy! I believed that every boy present had the same thought, except for Andrew.
I had once asked him if he had sexual fantasies about his sister. He immediately shook his head. His eyes were filled with disgust.
"How could I have sexual desires for her? She's the cursed one. Don't forget. She's the one who killed my mother!"
"But many boys want to have sex with your sister." I deliberately didn't mention myself. After all, Andrew and I were still friends. As friends, how could I go for his sister?