"Come on, Tom, you're gonna love it," Maria said, her voice filled with excitement as she pulled me into the crowded party. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my spine. I had always been shy around girls, especially one as stunning as her. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with a mischief that made me both nervous and intrigued.

Maria had been my crush since freshman year, but she had never shown an interest in me. Not until today. When she asked me out, my heart had skipped a beat. I was a senior now, still a virgin, and the thought of being with her was both exhilarating and terrifying. I tried to play it cool, but my palms were sticky with sweat. She was the kind of girl who could have any guy she wanted, and somehow, she had chosen me.

As we made our way through the throngs of people, her hand in mine felt like an electric shock, sending jolts of pleasure up my arm. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "So, Tom," she whispered, her voice dripping with a seductive allure, "have you had much experience with girls, or are you a virgin?" My heart stuttered at her directness. I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as I mumbled a barely audible "Yes." She pulled away slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she searched my eyes. "A virgin, huh?" she mused, a glint of something I couldn't quite read in her gaze.

Her confession hit me like a ton of bricks. "You're right," I stammered, my voice cracking. "I-I've never... I mean, I've never been with a girl before." The room spun around me as I waited for her reaction, expecting her to laugh or maybe even pity me. But instead, her eyes lit up with a predatory hunger that sent a thrill down my spine. "Oh, Tom," she purred, her hand sliding up my arm, "that makes me wet just thinking about it." My cock twitched in my pants at her words, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through me.

Maria took a step closer, her body pressing against mine. "Why don't we go outside?" she suggested, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I want to show you something." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed my hand and led me through the party, the sounds of laughter and music fading as we stepped into the cool night air. The moon was high and full, casting a silver glow over the backyard. She stopped under the shadow of a large oak tree and turned to face me, her eyes glittering like stars.

Her hand moved to my chest, gently pushing me back until I felt the rough bark of the tree against my back. She stepped closer, her body a tantalizing heat against my own. Her breath was sweet, a hint of the fruity drink she had been sipping all evening. Then, she kissed me, and the world as I knew it disappeared. Her lips were soft and demanding, her tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring every corner as if she owned it.

Maria's hands slid down to my waist, her fingertips dancing over my shirt. With a knowing smirk, she led my trembling hands to her crotch, and I could feel her wetness under her skirt . My heart hammered in my chest as she whispered, "Do you want to taste honey?"

Her question was a command, and I found myself nodding dumbly. She stepped back and hiked her skirt up, revealing her glistening pussy. I had never seen anything so beautifully erotic. She sat on the tree stump and spread her legs wide, the moonlight playing over her skin. "Come on," she urged, her voice thick with lust. "Eat me out, baby."

I dropped to my knees, my heart racing. This was it, the moment I had dreamed of. I leaned in, inhaling her musky scent, and my tongue touched her folds tentatively. She was so wet, and she tasted like heaven. Above me, Maria moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure. Her thighs tightened around my head, guiding me deeper, and I eagerly lapped at her sweetness. The sounds of the party were muffled by the blood rushing in my ears, the only thing that mattered was pleasing her.

Maria's hips began to rock, and her moans grew louder. She was so responsive, and it was intoxicating. My cock strained against my pants, desperate for relief. But she didn't seem to notice, lost in her own ecstasy. I licked and sucked, my tongue flicking over her clit, feeling her get closer to the edge. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she bucked against my mouth, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Suddenly, she tensed, her body arching off the stump. "Oh, fuck," she cried out, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm flood over my face. I kept licking, riding her through it, eager to taste every drop. Her thighs quivered around my head, and she collapsed back, panting heavily. I looked up, my eyes glazed with desire, my face wet with her juices.

Maria's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "That was amazing, Tom," she said, stroking my hair. But she didn't make a move to return the favor. Instead, she stood, smoothing down her skirt. "We should do this again tomorrow," she said, her voice still husky with lust.

Over the next few days, our rendezvous under the oak tree became a secret ritual. Each time she'd coax me into a frenzy with her words and touch, only to leave me panting and hard, my cock aching for release. She'd straddle my face, her wetness enveloping me as she rode my tongue. Her moans grew more urgent, her body tightening around me, until she'd shudder with pleasure. But every time I reached for her, she'd laugh and push my hand away. "Patience, my little virgin," she'd whisper, her voice a teasing promise. "The full moon is almost here."

Saturday finally arrived, and with it, a mix of excitement and trepidation. As I approached her mother's house, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The place was too perfect, too serene, as if it was hiding a dark secret behind its gleaming white facade. The door swung open before I could knock, revealing Lydia, a woman so young and stunning that I had to blink to believe she was indeed Maria's mother. She looked more like a hot older sister, with the same dark hair and piercing eyes.

"You must be Tom," she purred, her gaze raking over me, making me feel like a piece of meat on display. "Come in, come in." She stepped aside, her hips swaying seductively. I felt a jolt of something uncomfortable yet exhilarating at the blatant way she was checking me out. Her low-cut top showcased ample cleavage, and her short skirt showed off her toned and flawless legs like the ones of her daughter.

Lydia led us into the dining room, where a sumptuous lunch was laid out on the table. The scent of roast chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, making my stomach growl. I sat down next to Maria, my eyes flickering between her and her mother, who was busy filling our plates. "So, you're the lucky guy," Lydia said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Maria's had quite the appetite lately, maybe you can help satisfy it."

I felt my cheeks burn, unsure of how to respond to her blatant flirtation. She winked at me as she handed me a plate, her fingers lingering on mine longer than necessary. "Mom," Maria chided, but there was a playful smirk on her lips. Lydia just laughed, her eyes never leaving me. "Don't be shy, Tom," she said, sitting down opposite me. "You're going to have to get used to being the center of our attention."

We ate in a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken desires. After lunch, Lydia excused herself, leaving me alone with my date. "Don't worry about her," Maria said, placing a comforting hand on my thigh. "She's just playing." But there was an edge to her voice that told me she wasn't entirely dismissive of her mother's words.

As the day turned to night, the tension grew. Maria took me to her room, the anticipation making me feel light-headed. She lit candles, casting flickering shadows on her bare walls, and turned on some soft music. "The full moon is tonight," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with something that looked suspiciously like excitement. "It's going to be a night to remember."

Her room was a mirror of her personality—tidy yet filled with hidden nooks and crannies, hinting at a wild streak beneath her composed exterior. The bed was made with pristine white sheets, the pillows plump and inviting. On her dresser, a few pictures of us together from school events made my heart swell. She straddled me, her skirt riding up to expose her lacy underwear. "Tonight, I'm going to make you a man," she said, her voice low and seductive.

Maria leaned in and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth with a hunger that was almost aggressive. I felt her hand slip under my shirt, her nails grazing my skin as she explored my chest. My cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans, begging for release. But she didn't give it to me. Instead, she pushed me back onto the bed, her body hovering over mine, teasingly out of reach.

"I've got a little surprise for you," she whispered, her eyes gleaming. "But first, I need you to be a good boy and eat me out again."

I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her once more. She climbed off me and positioned herself at the edge of the bed, her pussy glistening in the candlelight. I leaned in, my tongue tracing her slit, savoring her sweetness. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as I pleasured her, but there was something different about tonight. An urgency, a need that hadn't been there before.

As I brought her closer to climax, I could feel her body tensing, her muscles tightening around my tongue. "Oh, Tom," she gasped, her hands clutching the bed sheets. "It's happening." But before I could ask what she meant, everything went dark.

When I came to, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't move my body. Panic set in as I realized I was still lying on the bed, unable to speak or move my limbs. Then, Lydia's voice filled the room, her tone amused and taunting. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

I tried to sit up, to protest, but my body was unresponsive. My eyes focused and took in the scene before me: Lydia, naked from the waist down, her panties lying on the floor. Her pussy was just as juicy and inviting as her daughter's, and she was standing over me, her hand stroking her own wetness. "Don't worry, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "You're exactly where you need to be."

Maria appeared beside her, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Surprise," she giggled, her eyes gleaming with something that sent a cold shiver down my spine. "You're going to love this part."

With a flick of her wrist, she held up a small, glowing amulet. The light bathed her face, highlighting the sharp angles and making her look almost ethereal. "It's time to pay up," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "For all those delicious orgasms you've given me."

Panic surged through me as the reality of my situation hit home. I was a mere object now, at the mercy of these two stunning, powerful women. Lydia knelt down, her eyes never leaving mine, and placed her hand on my chest. "Don't worry," she murmured, her breath hot on my face. "You're going to be a part of something amazing."

My eyes were drawn to her pussy, so close, so inviting. It was a taboo thought, but I couldn't help it—I was a teenage boy, after all. As she spread her legs wider, I could see the similarities and differences to her daughter's. Lydia's lips were longer, the skin darker and richer. They glistened in the candlelight, beckoning to me, and despite the horror of my predicament, I found myself eager to taste her.

Maria's head dipped down, and I felt her warm breath against my cock, which was sticking out from my jeans. "You're so hard," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. And then her mouth was on me, her tongue swirling around the tip, and I couldn't help but groan in response. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one—the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced, yet I was powerless to move, to touch her, to reciprocate.

But then Lydia's sweet, musky scent filled my nostrils, and I couldn't help but lean in, my tongue eager to explore her folds. She tasted different from her daughter—richer, more mature. As I licked her, her hand found the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her, and she began to grind against my face. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body tighten with every stroke of my tongue.

Maria's head bobbed up and down on my cock, her hand cupping my balls, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The sensation was mind-blowing, my orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. And just as I felt myself on the brink, she pulled away, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Almost there," she whispered, her eyes gleaming.

Lydia's grip on the back of my head tightened as she approached her climax. I could feel the tension in her thighs, the way her muscles quivered around my mouth. And then, she was there, her body convulsing as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I swallowed greedily, the taste of her more intoxicating than anything I had ever known.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the world around me went dark once again. My vision swam, my mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations. I had no idea what was happening, no concept of time or space. When the lights came back on, I found myself lying next to the bed, no longer bound by my own body. My heart raced, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

Maria looked down at me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Look what we've got," she said, holding me in her hand like a prize. "Isn't he perfect?"

Lydia's gaze followed, and I felt a cold chill run through me as she picked me up, examining me like a piece of jewelry. "Indeed," she murmured, her thumb tracing my length. "Just what we needed."

Maria's room grew fuzzy as I was lifted higher, and suddenly, I was no longer Tom, the virgin boy with a crush. I was a dildo, a toy to be used at their whim. I couldn't believe it—I was in the hands of the woman I had dreamt about for years, and now she was about to fuck herself with me.

Lydia handed me back to her daughter with a wink, and I watched in shock as Maria lubricated my new form with her saliva. "Ready to go all the way, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. I couldn't answer, but my cock, now a stiff and unyielding object, was certainly ready. She straddled the bed, her legs spread wide, and positioned me at her entrance.

Maria slammed me inside herself, the feeling of her wetness enveloping me almost too much to handle. I was a silent participant in my own fantasy, unable to move or react as she began to ride me, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Each movement sent waves of sensation through my transformed body, and I felt an uncontrollable need to fill her up, to be a part of her in a way I never had been before.

Lydia watched us, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of amusement and hunger. She leaned back in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, her hand idly stroking her own clit. "Look at him," she said, her voice thick with desire. "He's so eager to please."

Maria's movements grew more frenzied, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She moaned my name, her eyes never leaving mine. I was trapped, unable to move or speak, but the pleasure was unlike anything I had ever known. Myself transformed into a cock was a conduit for her pleasure, and I felt every twitch and spasm of her pussy around me.

As she rode me, her mother's eyes never left us, her own hand working faster between her legs. "You like that, don't you?" Lydia said, her voice a low, throaty growl. "Feeling her tight little cunt squeeze you, taking all you have to give?" The words were like a dark spell, and I felt my form swell even more, desperate to fill her completely.

Maria threw her head back, her hair cascading down her bare back, and let out a guttural moan. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. The room spun, the candles' flickering light casting shadows that danced over her skin like the ghosts of our former selves. "Oh, yes," she gasped. "Oh, fuck, Tom. Yes!"

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking with the force of it. I could feel every pulse, every spasm, as she milked my transformed body for all it was worth. Lydia watched, her eyes dark with a hunger that seemed almost primal. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's beautiful," she murmured. "So powerful."

Maria collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving. She rolled over, still straddling me, and lay down, her pussy still gripping my cock tightly. "Oh, Tom," she said, her voice breathless. "You're incredible." I lay there, my mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. I had lost my virginity, but in the most unexpected way possible.

The following weeks passed in a blur of pleasure and confusion. Lydia and Maria shared me freely, passing me back and forth like a cherished toy. They took turns, sometimes both of them at once, using me to satisfy their insatiable appetites. They whispered sweet nothings in my ear, their words a mix of praise and dark secrets. They told me of their centuries-long tradition, how they kept their youth and beauty by draining the vitality of virgin men. I was their latest conquest, their new source of power.

One day, Maria brought home a new boy—tall, blond, and muscular, the complete opposite of me. His name was Alex, and he looked at me with a mix of fear and fascination as I lay there on the nightstand, unable to do anything but watch. I felt a strange kinship with him, knowing what he was about to experience, what he was about to become.

Lydia and Maria wasted no time. They had him undressed before he could even blink, his cock springing free from his boxers like a caged animal desperate for escape. "Look what we have here," Lydia purred, running a finger along his abs. "A fresh one for the collection."

Alex looked around the room, eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What the fuck is going on?" he managed to ask, his voice shaking. But it was too late—Maria was already holding the amulet, the same one she had used on me, and the light began to pulse with an eerie glow.

The transformation was swift and brutal. His body contorted and shrank, the panic on his face etched into a silent scream. His muscles hardened and elongated into a sleek, unyielding form, his humanity stripped away until all that was left was a dildo. A perfect replica of his cock, now a tool for their pleasure.

Maria couldn't contain her excitement as she picked him up, testing his firmness with her hand. "He's perfect," she murmured, stroking his transformed shaft. "So much bigger than you."

Lydia's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's see how well he performs," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. She turned to Alex, who was frozen in shock. "Don't worry, dear. You'll get used to it."

Maria lubricated Alex's transformed cock with the same enthusiasm she had once shown for me. The sight was both arousing and disturbing, watching as she slipped him inside herself, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Lydia sat next to me on the nightstand, her hand absently stroking my smooth, plastic form. I was forgotten, a mere spectator to their depraved ritual.

Days turned into weeks, and the newness of the situation began to wear off. I lay there, a silent witness to their conquests, my existence reduced to a twisted form of pleasure. But one evening, as Lydia lay sprawled across the bed, her breathing heavy from her latest tryst, she reached for me. Instead of the usual teasing, she cradled me in her hand, her thumb rubbing over my tip in a gentle, almost loving caress.

Her eyes, once filled with hunger and greed, now held a spark of curiosity. "You know, Tom," she whispered, her voice low and contemplative, "you've been a good little toy. You've served us well." Her fingers traced the contours of my shaft, sending strange, echoes of sensation through my former body. "But I think it's time to move on."

With a flick of her wrist, she produced the amulet once again, and I braced for the cold, unyielding darkness to consume me. But instead of the usual pulse of power, I felt a gentle warmth, a tingling that started at the base of my transformed cock and spread throughout. My form began to shrink, my body reshaping into something new.

When the sensation ceased, I found myself nestled in Lydia's palm, no longer a dildo but a small, gleaming charm. It was a miniature version of me, my face etched onto the metal in a way that was both disturbing and oddly flattering. She held me up to the light, inspecting me with a critical eye. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a purr of satisfaction.

Maria looked over, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing, Mom?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Lydia held up the amulet, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Just giving Tom his new form," she said, her thumb caressing the charm that was once a part of me. "He's served us well. It's time for him to take his place with the others."

The necklace she spoke of was a tapestry of twisted metal and precious stones, adorned with various charms. Each one had a face that was eerily similar to the boys who had come before me—each a silent testament to their fate. She slipped me onto the chain, my charm joining the others, a macabre collection of lost souls.

Maria looked at me with a mix of sadness and satisfaction. "It's for the best, Tom," she said softly. "You'll always be with us now." But her words did nothing to ease the ache in my heart, the longing to be human again.

As days turned into weeks and the seasons changed, I remained a silent observer to their lives. I watched as they brought in new boys, each one more terrified than the last. Each time the amulet was used, I felt a strange kinship with them, a bond forged in fear and loss. And each time, their cries of pleasure and pain echoed through me, a haunting reminder of what I had been.

The necklace grew heavier, filled with the weight of lost souls. Each charm had a story to tell, a life stolen in the pursuit of an unending youth. Lydia and Maria would often sit in front of the vanity, the candles flickering, and discuss their conquests as if we were trophies, not people. They'd giggle over the details, comparing notes on who was the loudest, who was the most obedient, and who had the biggest cock. It was a twisted form of sisterhood, built on the ruins of innocence and dreams.